#steve mcgarrett x female reader
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Damned Spot
TW: Canon typical descriptions of violence (guns, hand-to-hand combat, McGarrett being McGarrett)
You feel a gentle nudge at your side and you groan softly in protest, nestling deeper into the pillow and the comforting smell of the cologne you bought your fiancé for Valentine’s Day a few weeks ago. Another nudge sends your body shifting again, the pressure more insistent this time, and you open your bleary eyes to find Steve sitting upright in bed, a finger pressed to his lips. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves causing a bolt of fear to run down your spine and effectively breaking the sandman’s grip on you. You mouth, What is it?, and he holds up one finger in lieu of a response, listening intently. Then he asks, “Did you leave a window open downstairs?”
“No,” you whisper, “never. Growing up with cats made me paranoid.”
Steve eases his legs over the side of the bed, carefully opening the drawer of his bedside table and retrieving his gun and clip. Reaching for his arm as he slides the magazine into place with a faint click, you murmur, “Baby, what’s going on?”
“I think someone’s trying to get into the house.”
He checks his phone, frowns, and replaces it on the nightstand. “No signal,” he reports, looking hopefully at you when you raise the landline to your ear. You shake your head. He stalks over to the bedroom door, then stops with his hand on the knob at the sound of fabric rustling from behind him. Turning to find you tugging on one of his Navy t-shirts, he furrows his brow and hisses, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re staying here.”
“Fat fucking chance,” you argue quietly, racking a bullet in the chamber of your own piece while joining him at the door. “You don’t take me to the range so I can sit up here worrying while you play Super SEAL. Let’s go.”
He puffs out a breath of air, jaw ticking as he considers his options. After a moment, he relents, “Stay on me, and stick to the shadows. If I say run, you run, got it?” You swallow thickly and nod, his eyes softening at the determination and fear swimming in your own. “You remember what I taught you?”
“Keep my finger off the trigger unless I intend to shoot.”
“And if you do?”
“Aim for center mass.”
He tucks you into his body and presses his lips to your forehead, murmuring, “That’s my girl.” Steve quietly opens the bedroom door and steps out onto the landing. With his dominant hand on his weapon, he reaches behind with his free hand and laces his fingers through yours, tugging you closer until your chest presses against his back. Feeling your pulse thrumming beneath his fingertips, he gives your hand a firm squeeze before lifting it to his shoulder. After a quick sweep of the living room from upstairs, he looks at you over his shoulder and whispers, “On me,” then begins your careful descent. Glass shatters somewhere in the kitchen, and Steve can feel your entire body tense as you muffle a gasp against his bare back. He turns at the bottom of the steps, guiding you into the corner there and shielding your smaller form from the wide open space of the living room, then raises his gun in the dark. Pressed so tightly into him, you feel rather than hear his authoritative voice carry through your home. “This is Commander McGarrett of Five-0,” he announces. “Put down any weapons you have, and come out with your hands raised.”
The house goes dead silent, or maybe it’s just impossible to hear over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. God, you think to yourself, how does he do this every day? The seconds tick by, and the tension hanging in the air is downright oppressive.
Then, an object goes clattering across the floor and all hell breaks loose.
“Get down!” Steve roars, spinning and crushing you into his body moments before the backs of your eyelids go stark white from the flash bang. You force your eyes open as the light dissipates, readjusting to the dark once again enveloping you as time slows to a crawl and the world spins around you. You feel Steve’s palm tapping insistently against your cheek, and you realize he’s been calling your name, trying to get your attention. “Y/N, Y/N, look at me,” he pleads, and you hear a distinct edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before. He’s scared, you realize with a start, bile rising in your throat at the prospect of this man, the very definition of bravery, being scared about what you’re facing. The scene unfolding before you hurtles back to normal speed, and you spot movement on the second floor by your bedroom. Acting on instinct, your index finger shifts onto the trigger and you squeeze twice in rapid succession, gulping in air and staring in disbelief at the body that tumbles down the stairs to lay at your feet.
Your eyes dart back and forth between the landing and the living room where you can hear Steve exchanging blows with one of the intruders. He lets out a guttural roar, and you can just make out his form ramming a figure clad in black against the far wall. Then there’s a sharp crack followed by the sound of deadweight hitting the floor.
“Baby,” Steve says urgently, wrenching the semi-automatic from the dead man’s grip before returning to your side, his hand a comforting pressure on your shoulder. “Get to the basement. They’re going to send a second wave-”
His intuition proves right, the front door breaking off its hinges from a powerful kick and more glass shattering before you hear the thundering of boots across the hall upstairs. “Go! Go now!” Pressing your body to the wall that supports the staircase, you make it as far as the kitchen before the clouds part and the crescent moon illuminates another three men running towards you from the beach, weapons trained on your beloved home. The acrid smell of smoke fills the air as Steve fires a series of shots, trying to fend off the intruders so you can reach the basement for a semblance of tactical advantage, the relatively small room devoid of windows and featuring only a single entrance and exit.
You move into the kitchen, glass cutting into the soles of your feet that you barely even register thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your body, and reach for the handle to the basement door. “I can’t feel it,” you cry, panic flooding your voice while you paw at the wood. “Steve, I can’t find the handle!”
He realizes then, with a rising sense of dread, that he didn’t hear a window squeaking on its hinge. They didn’t need a window to breach the house. It was a fucking drill.
“Okay,” he nods, resigned. “Okay. How many bullets do you have left?”
“Four,” you answer shakily, swiping at your eyes to clear your vision.
He pops off an expertly placed shot, and you flinch when the man’s head jerks back before he crumples to the sand outside. “I’m sure our neighbors have called HPD by now,” Steve says confidently, trying to imbue his strength into you despite the myriad of scenes playing out in his head of how this could all go horribly wrong. “Tell me again what you’re gonna aim for,” he coaches.
“Center mass,” you answer dutifully.
Steve rumbles out, “You’re doing so well, Y/N. You keep your eye on that hallway, okay?” You hear the crunching of glass beneath heavy footfalls, and you take a deep breath in a feeble attempt to steel your nerves. Then shots ring out across the kitchen, the sparks of bullets affording you snapshots of the chaos, accompanied by the soundtrack of blows landing and bones cracking.
As quickly as it started, it’s all over. The longest six minutes of your life. Just about the length of Bohemian Rhapsody.
The thought has a laugh bubbling out of you, and Steve turns at the sound to check on you, the air rushing out of his lungs.
“Baby?” He drops to his knees, cradling your head in his lap and pressing his hand against your chest.
“Hurts,” you gasp out, trying to pull away from the unwelcome pressure.
“I know, my love,” he soothes you, “just breathe through it, okay? C’mon, breathe with me.” Following his lead, you take deliberate breaths, each gulp of air sending a shockwave of pain radiating through your body.
“This sucks,” you laugh again, almost delirious now. “I just picked out my wedding dress.”
“And you’re gonna look so beautiful in it,” Steve croons, pressing his hand even harder against the bullet wound in response to your rapidly worsening pallor. “Keep breathing, baby.”
You take in an obedient breath, and he blinks away tears, joking, “You wanted us to have another thing in common, huh? Matching his and hers scars?” You smile lovingly at him before gasping from the pain, and he continues rambling to keep you conscious, “It’s a through and through, Y/N, you’re gonna be fine.”
“Jus’ a through ’n through,” you slur back.
“Stay awake, Y/N,” he says roughly, jostling his knees beneath your head. The sound of approaching sirens grows louder with each passing second, and you try to memorize Steve’s handsome visage, his features drawn together tightly in concern.
You muse, “So pretty,” as his face comes in and out of focus, and you let out a content hum before closing your eyes, the sound of Steve’s panicked voice blending into the wailing sirens, and then nothing at all.
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“Hey, babe,” Danny calls as he walks briskly through the hospital just after three in the morning, lowering his voice when he receives a disgruntled look from one of the few other people in the lobby. “HPD said you were on your way to Tripler.” Seeing Steve decked out in an EMT’s jacket, he quips, “What happened? You ride in the ambulance so much they gave you a souvenir, huh?” Steve turns at the sound of Danny’s voice, his disheveled appearance and red-rimmed eyes a stark contrast to his usual sarcasm and self-assurance. “Woah, hey,” the blonde’s voice drops to a soothing murmur, and he pulls his best friend into a tight hug. “What’s going on?”
“It’s um-” Steve sniffs and smooths a hand over his face, steeling himself. “A tactical team broke into the house-” His voice breaks and he clears his throat, his hand balling into a fist that he repeatedly hits against his open palm before blurting out, “She got shot, Danny.”
The blonde is dumbstruck, unsure of how to ask his followup question and grateful when his partner intuits his fear. “She’s in surgery,” Steve supplies, and Danny releases a ragged breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“How much longer?”
Steve merely shrugs in response, glassy-eyed stare trained on the floor in front of him. He pulls his hands out of the jacket pockets and studies them for a moment before concluding, “She lost a lot of blood.”
“Let’s go get you cleaned up, babe.” Danny guides his friend down the hall toward the nearest restroom. “I’m gonna call the team and let them know what’s going on. And I’ll have Chin bring you a change of clothes. Should I… call Y/N’s parents?”
“Not yet,” Steve intones, letting the rest of his thought go unspoken, then pushes open the door to the bathroom.
He stands in front of the sink for a few moments in a trance, unsure of what to do next until he glances down at his hands again, unrecognizable in their current state. He runs his palms under scalding hot water and scrubs at them ferociously, willing the liquid in the basin to stop running red. After several minutes, crimson has dulled to a blush tinge- the same color as your cheeks when he makes you laugh and the flowers you chose for the table settings at the wedding. He moves to swipe at his pooling tears but can’t bring himself to touch his face. Instead, he pulls out several paper towels, wets them, and dabs at his stinging eyes.
The cool water brings him marginally back to reality, although he’s not sure that’s a good thing given the state of his world right now. Suddenly feeling hot all over, and definitely too hot for this stupid jacket, Steve yanks at the zipper and peels off the heavy fabric. It takes him a few tugs to get the material detached from his bare skin, and when he looks up into the mirror again, he sees why.
On the other side of the door, Danny’s filling Chin in on the vague details he has of the night. “…won’t even say her name. No, I know, but he just keeps saying ‘she’ like Y/N’s a victim in one of our cases and it’s honestly freaking me-” Danny gets cut off by a gut-wrenching howl followed by the unmistakable sound of glass breaking. “I have to go,” he mutters into the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you when you get here. Thanks.” He allows himself a moment to breathe and prepare himself for what he’s about to see, then enters the bathroom.
He finds Steve gripping the sink so tightly that fresh blood oozes from the wounds on his knuckles with each flex of his fingers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stares blankly ahead into the broken mirror. “Steve-”
“Look at me,” his best friend rasps out, turning so that Danny can see his bare chest, a horrifying canvas painted with your blood. He opens and closes his mouth several times, clearly at a loss for words as he looks down at his hands in disbelief. “Her blood is literally on my hands, Danny. I was- I was supposed to protect her. My baby,” he whispers sadly, and then the dam breaks.
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As night creeps into morning, Steve sits in the waiting room with his team members poring over recent case files. He scratches at his chest for the umpteenth time, unable to escape from the hellish feeling of your blood on his body even after a hot shower in the nurses’ locker room and a change of clothes courtesy of Chin. “This is taking too long,” he sighs, slapping a file closed on the table before him and digging the heels of his palms into his raw eyes.
“Steve,” Kono starts gently, rubbing his arm, “why don’t you get some rest? We’ll keep going and wake you up if-”
“No,” he shakes his head, his voice rough with exhaustion and barely concealed rage. “I’m not going to sleep until I hunt down this son of a bitch and take away everyone he loves.” After a breath, he nudges Danny’s foot under the table and asks, “What’s Duke saying?”
“No hits through facial rec or even Interpol. It’s like these guys are ghosts.”
Chin sits up in his stiff hospital chair like an epiphany’s just struck. “What if this isn’t about Five-0?”
“Y/N’s a high school teacher,” Danny says, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Her biggest enemy is Mrs. Heifer down the hall who never replenishes the K-cups.”
Despite the gravity of the situation, Steve smiles at his best friend and corrects, “Mrs. Hannifer.”
“I said what I said.”
“C’mon, you two,” Kono grins, squeezing their hands on the table. “Chin, what are you thinking?”
“When’s the last time you heard from Doris?”
Steve snorts out an incredulous laugh and answers, “When she got on that private jet a few years ago. She’s never met Y/N. Hell, she doesn’t even know she’s a grandmother now.” He shakes his head at that realization, gnawing at his bottom lip as he considers Chin’s line of thinking. “I’m gonna call Joe. You guys keep working through these files, okay?”
The older man answers on the ninth ring, his voice thick with sleep when he says, “Son, you have any idea what time it is where I am?”
Glancing at the digital clock at the nurses’ station, Steve replies curtly, “Four forty-seven in the morning. Where’s Doris, Joe?”
Steve can hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, and he can picture Joe sitting up in bed, trying to figure out an artful lie. “What’s going on, Steve?”
“There are at least eleven dead bodies at my house right now,” he says by way of an answer.
“Are you sure they were looking for your mother?”
“This wasn’t some intruder block party at the McGarrett household,” Steve snaps, ire overpowering his immense respect for the man whom he considers to be his second father. “They were in tactical gear with heavy weaponry and a clear target. This wasn’t just an op, it was a hit.”
“Christ,” Joe breathes out. “Are you alright, son?”
“No, I’m not,” he answers honestly, voice breaking on the last syllable. “Y/N’s in the hospital.”
There’s some shuffling again, louder this time. Steve can tell he’s getting dressed before he declares, “I’m on my way.”
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Joe’s baritone voice sounds garbled as it floats over to Steve’s ears like he’s stuck underwater, and the brunette sits up with a start, realizing he inadvertently dozed off while awaiting his mentor’s arrival. Kono places a paper cup with steam wafting out of it beside him, and he looks up at her gratefully. “I was just about to wake you.”
“Kono, hey,” Steve starts softly, reaching across their makeshift work desk to take her hand. “I just- I want you to know how grateful I am. For introducing me to Y/N and then giving me the push to-”
“Don’t,” she whispers emphatically, fighting back tears. “Save it for your reception, okay?”
He nods, sharing a bittersweet smile with your childhood best friend, before taking a fortifying sip of caffeine and heading towards Joe who’s being briefed by Danny. He pulls Steve into an uncharacteristically lengthy hug, then steps back with a sigh. “Son, there’s something you need to know. Your mother-”
“-never left the island,” Steve finishes the thought for him, spotting a concerned Doris rounding the corner into the waiting area. Then the other shoe drops, an all-too-familiar face stepping out from behind his mother.
“What the fuck?” Danny hisses under his breath at the sight of the two women arriving together.
“Steven,” Doris starts with a sympathetic click of her tongue, arms outstretched as she approaches her eldest. She stops short at the look in his eyes and the tight clench of his jaw. His rage is palpable, and the image of his hands around Doris’ throat flashes unbidden behind his closed eyelids. “They had plans of our house,” he says, his voice barely audible. “They took the handle of the basement door off so we had nowhere to go.”
If his mother is wondering who the we is, she’s doing an excellent job of hiding it. Her shadow, on the other hand, voices the question out loud. “Who was with you?” she asks, concerned. “Are you hurt?”
“My fiancée,” Steve spits out, trying and failing to tamp down the venom dripping from his words.
“I didn’t-” Tears brim in Doris’ eyes and Steve forces himself to look away. “I had no idea, Steven. I’m so sorry.”
“Of course you didn’t know,” he laughs sadly. Meeting his mother’s gaze once more, he says, “You shouldn’t be here. You need to lay low in a safe house until we figure out who’s running this op.”
“You need to play it safe, too, Steve,” the younger brunette speaks up. “Come with us.”
“Cath-” Her name catches in his throat like the shards of glass still taking up residence in the cracks along his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Then we’re staying here with you,” Doris says with a sense of finality. “At least until she's out of surgery.”
“Y/N.”
“What, Steven?”
Doleful eyes look up to meet his mother’s, the mix of blue and hazel in her irises an exact reflection of his own. “Her name is Y/N.”
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The first rays of sunlight stream through the cracks in the blinds into your hospital room, casting an almost angelic glow on your sleeping face. Steve would find the sight absolutely picturesque if his eyes weren’t laser focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest, terrified that every breath you take could be your last.
The bullet lodged in a tertiary bronchus of Y/N’s left superior lung lobe, just shy of the cardiac notch, your surgeon had explained to him. We were able to safely remove a portion of her lung, and we didn’t see any bullet fragments penetrate the pericardium, the sac around the heart. She’ll have to take it slow and avoid strenuous activity, especially with the rib fractures healing, but we anticipate a full recovery in due time. Steve had done some extensive Google searching following his conversation with the surgeon, but an article detailing the amount of hemorrhage that could occur from damage to intercostal vessels had his skin feeling hot and sticky again, and he forced himself to stop.
The flurry of activity in the recovery ward outside your room is muffled by the drone in his ears, interrupted every so often by the steady beeping of your monitors, proof that you’re still alive. Leaning his elbows against jittery knees, he presses his clasped hands to his forehead and finally breaks the silence. “So… the CIA, huh?”
Catherine sighs, running her fingers through her hair before saying, “I would’ve told you if I could.”
“I see why they assigned you to Doris,” Steve huffs quietly. “You both have the same penchant for half-truths.”
“Steven-” his mother starts, but he cuts her off with a withering glance.
“The least you could’ve done, the very least, was warn me to be on my guard.”
“And what would you have done differently?”
“Reinforce the house. Have Y/N stay with Danny. I don’t know what I would’ve done, because you didn’t give me an option.” He rubs his face roughly and takes a deep breath, trying to ward off the crushing weight of exhaustion. “Look, uh, Y/N’s going to be fine, so you guys really should get going. Get someplace safe.”
The two women nod, standing and gathering their things. Catherine steps out into the hallway, but Doris lingers at the threshold of your room, turning back to her son with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Steven,” she whispers, her voice cracking on his name. “I thought- I thought if I went back to the only thing I was ever good at, I could keep you safe.”
He rises from his chair to meet her in the doorway and pulls her into a tight embrace, years of questions left unanswered and moments missed passing between them in the span of a few seconds. “That’s not the only thing you were good at, Mom,” he divulges quietly.
She cups his cheek in her hand, and Doris can see the little boy she left behind peek through the hardened exterior of her adult son when he leans into her touch. “When this is all over, I’ll come see you, okay? I want to get to know my daughter-in-law.” I want to get to know you, she thinks sadly, deciding it’s better to keep that thought inside for now. “Stay safe, Steven.”
He nods. “You too, Mom.”
He follows her out into the hallway, calling out for Catherine who stops and turns at the sound of his voice. Jogging down the hall to make up the distance, Steve stops in front of his long-time lover, ex, and almost-wife. “Thank you,” he says awkwardly, now unsure of why he even stopped her from leaving. “For watching out for my mom,” he clarifies.
“Of course,” Cath responds. “She’s family.”
“Right, well, uh-” He sniffs and scratches the back of his neck. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too, Steve.”
He turns to head back to your room, but Catherine’s hand on his arm stops him. “She wrote to me,” the brunette blurts out in a confession. “Y/N, she- she wrote to me, and I found it in my old inbox a few months back.” Her eyes are glassy when she continues, “She, um, thanked me for being there for you all those years before she came into the picture. And the way she talks about you, Steve, God, she really loves you.” Steve drops his gaze to the ground, overcome with emotion, and nods. “Y/N told me about the ring, too.”
His head whips up at that, concern flooding his ocean blue eyes. “Cath-”
“It’s okay, really. I’m glad she told me.” They’re silent for a few moments, then Catherine says, “Look, Steve, just because I’m not in your life anymore doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you. And Y/N… it’s so clear that she loves you. That she’s good for you.”
“For the first time in my life,” Steve reveals quietly, “I know what it feels like to be chosen. For the first time in my life, I feel like a priority.”
“You should be a priority, Steve. You deserve to be happy, and you deserve to be happy with her.” Catherine presses a delicate kiss to his stubbled cheek, and it feels distinctly like a final goodbye. “See you around, sailor.”
She turns and continues down the hall, but Steve has lived a life filled with one too many unanswered questions. “Cath?” he calls after her. “What would you have said? If I had asked, what would you have said?”
Catherine smiles at him, a bittersweet smile that holds years of love, friendship, and fond memories. “I would’ve said ‘yes’, Steve.”
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A few days later, you’re enjoying a small, simple breakfast a la McGarrett that tastes like a Michelin star meal compared to the hospital food you’ve been forcing down since waking up from your surgery. “An omelet has never tasted this good,” you moan happily around another bite, and Steve grins at you. “I hope you still feel that way when we get you back home.”
The mention of home has your smile faltering as you recall the destruction that ensued on that fateful night. “Do we still…” You hesitate, unsure of how to phrase your question delicately. “Can we go back home?”
“We’re fixing the place up for you as we speak, babe,” Danny jumps in, sharing a quick look with his best friend. The crime scene cleanup crew had done a stellar job over the past two days, but Steve was insisting on pulling up and replacing the entire kitchen floor, claiming a remodel was past due anyway. No one had the heart to tell him they knew exactly why he couldn’t look at the old linoleum tiles.
“You guys are the best,” you gush. “I was worried we would have to move.”
“No, baby, are you kidding me?” Steve tuts. “Mary and I were raised in that house, and we’re gonna raise little McGarretts of our own there, too.”
“Don’t tell me I have to deal with more of you,” Danny groans, and you laugh before your entire left side smarts and you suck in air through your teeth.
“Danny!” Steve admonishes, and you’re quick to soothe his ruffled feathers.
“Are you two upsetting my favorite patient?” Your lovely nurse, Lani, narrows her eyes playfully at your boys as she enters the room, making notes in your chart of your fluid rate and vitals on the monitor.
“No, ma’am,” they answer in unison, and she huffs at them skeptically. Turning her attention to you, she asks, “How are you feeling today, sweetheart?”
“Less pain, more so discomfort. My stitches are starting to get itchy like you said they would.” She nods and hums sympathetically, then smiles and says, “That means you’re healing.”
“Does that mean I can take a real shower today?”
“Nice try,” she laughs, adjusting the pillow you’re leaning against. “Not quite yet. But Mina will be in soon to take care of you, dear.”
With a pout you ask, “You’re leaving me?”
“You’ll be discharged by the time I start my next shift,” Lani answers, squeezing your shoulder in a sweet gesture. “And Commander McGarrett?” She turns to him, one eyebrow quirked, and the SEAL sits up at attention. “We don’t want to see you in here for at least a year, okay?”
As Steve nods dutifully, Danny jokes, “I mean, really, you oughtta give this guy a punchcard or something at this point. Nine sets of stitches and the tenth one’s free, huh?”
Shaking her head, she calls, “Goodbye, you two. Get well soon, Y/N, dear!”
“What a gem,” you smile, “I love her.”
Danny stands with a soft grunt and announces his departure, too. “Gotta collect my monkeys and drop them off at school,” he explains, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll bring the kids by later and make sure this guy hasn’t bored you to tears, yeah?”
“You’re a real comedian, Detective Williams,” Steve yells as he leaves, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s ribbing. You reach your hand out towards your fiancé and wiggle your fingers, gesturing for him to come closer. Your EKG lines only allow you to stretch so far, and you fall back against the pillows with a huff. “I don’t like hospitals, Steve.”
“I know,” he responds sympathetically, coming to sit on the edge of your bed and brushing some loose hairs off your forehead.
“I don’t like having all these wires and tubes connected to every inch of my body.”
“Trust me, I know.”
“And I hate having to ask for help. Not even being able to bathe myself? Hard pass. It makes me feel useless.”
“Y/N-”
“And the last time we were in this place, the roles were reversed and I was so terrified that you weren’t gonna wake up and-”
“Honey, baby, angel, light of my life,” he cuts you off gently, squeezing your cheeks between his large hands, “would you just- would you take a breath for me? Nice and easy, just like that,” he instructs, breathing with you. “Thank you so much.”
“Was that your polite way of telling me to shut up?” You smile lovingly up at him, angling your head to press a kiss to each of his palms.
“I would never-” He molds his lips to your forehead. “-ever-” Another kiss. “-do such a thing.”
“Perish the thought,” you snort. “Will you snuggle with me, babe?”
He glances down at the bed, appraising. “Are we both gonna fit?”
You pout at him, dramatically jutting out your bottom lip. “I make it work when you’re in here.”
“You don’t pull your punches, future Mrs. McGarrett,” he laughs warmly, wedging his large frame beside you in the comedically small bed.
You hum contentedly as his arm settles around you, resting gently on your injured side. “Who said I’m taking your last name?”
“Ouch,” he mock cries, hand going to his heart. “Another direct hit.”
“I’m not done yet,” you declare, and he challenges, “Oh yeah? What else you got?”
“My scar is gonna be cooler than all of yours combined.”
His fingers trace delicate patterns along your side and he scoffs, “Is not.”
“Is, too!”
“Who’s gonna be the judge, huh?”
“All of our friends.”
“Nu uh,” he shakes his head. “Unfair advantage. You’ll get bonus pity points.”
“We’ll take pictures. Make it a blind experiment.”
“You’re on, Mrs. McGarrett.”
“What did I just say to you?”
“My last name’s cooler. You’ll come around.”
“You’re so annoying, Steve.”
“I know.”
“But I love you.”
“…I kn- Ow! Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I love you, too! Stop pinching me, you cheeky little- How do you have the energy to do this right now?“
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[A/N: Woo baby this one was a doozy, but I’m actually really proud of it? 🥹 Writing this gave me anxiety and then big sad and then big smile for my goofy baby Steve, I hate myself fr. This has been sitting in my drafts inspired by snippets of various episodes of the show because, let’s face it, writing myself into one Steven Jack McGarrett’s life is my guilty pleasure. I love this man sm and I wanted to explore his more emotional side as opposed to the tough and sarcastic version of Steve we’re used to. I hope you enjoyed this lil piece that’s been living rent free in my head for months now 🖤
Also...peep the Macbeth reference 💅🏽✨]
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Under cover(s) (1/3)
Steve and reader are on an undercover mission.
Characters: Steve McGarrett x female reader
Wordcount: 4631
Warnings: smut, fake dating trope
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, please be kind.
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It had been awfully quiet since you’d asked the hawaii 5-0 team for help on the case. The person of interest had been tracked to hawaii and it is clear that there is a huge deal about to take place.
You lean on the table behind you when you're finished explaining the situation at hand to Steve, Danny, Kono and Chin.
Steve crosses his arms in front of his chest. „I got a man on the inside. He could get us in there.“ That’s what you’d hoped. You stop yourself from letting out a sigh of relief.
„What? Have you lost your mind?“, Danny looks frantic. It makes you chuckle and you push yourself off the table.
„It could actually be our only chance to get Oguz.“, you concede, looking at Danny apologetically. He still has a casket on his left arm, so he wouldn’t be able to come with Steve on this undercover mission.
„It’s settled, then. Y/n and I will go undercover to find this guy, arrest him and shut this entire organization down.“, Steve concludes the short discussion and leaves the room with Kono beside him giving her instructions. Chin types something into the computer surface before him and Danny lets his arms sink in desperation.
„This man gets off at the prospect of potentially getting killed.“, he mutters to himself. „Hey, promise me to keep him from executing the stupid ideas that are eventually going to form in his stupid head, okay?“ You nod and try to hide the smile – unsuccessfully.
24 hours later, you stand next to Steve and the informer at the meeting spot in front of a supermarket. Two large, black vans arrive at the location and you notice Steve taking a step toward the men climbing out of the cars, blocking the view of you.
„Who are they?“ The man who seems to be the leader of the group of 6 men nods in your direction.
„Steve.“, he introduces himself.
„A friend that needs some cash.“, Farid, the infomer, adds as explanation. The leader nods.
„And her?“, he asks.
„I’m Steve’s partner. Y/n.“, you take matters into your own hands and take a step forward to look at the man more closely.
He eyes you, then looks back and forth between you and Steve a few times and frowns. Silence. Staring. You notice Steve moving beside you.
„She’s my partner, my girl. I’m not going without her. And I think you’re two men short.��, he declares and puts one arm around your shoulder. It startles you for a second. This was not part of the original cover story. You were supposed to be partners at work. Was that really necessary? Not only that, his arm confuses you. His touch tingles where it lays heavily on your shoulders. Is that one of the stupid ideas Danny had tried to warn you about? But it’d be only one day of hiking to that location where Oguz needs the men to monitor the transaction of the deal. One day pretending to be his girlfriend. That seems doable.
The leader smacks his lips and introduces himself as Mertan.
„Search them.“, he orders two of the men behind him. They step toward Steve and you. You tilt your head at the man approaching you with a rotten grin on his face.
„You touch her inappropriately and I’ll make you stop breathing in 30 seconds.“, Steve growls at him when he’s in reach for searching you, still not removing his arm from your shoulders. You shoot an angry glance at him and say to the man in front of you: „That meaning I haven’t already unalived you by then.“ The grin on the mans face dissappears and Steve takes his arm off you huffing a laugh.
It seems to have intimidated the man, Frank, enough to not search you thoroughly. He doesn’t notice to two knives you had hidden between your breasts and on the inside of your thigh. Frank and the other man go back to the vans once they’re finished searching you and Steve for weapons.
„I see you got your hiking stuff with you. Got enough supplies for the 3 day hike?“, Mertan asks and points behind you to your bags. Three days? You glance at Steve and your eyes meet. You thought the deal would be taking place tomorrow. Your entire plan had been set up to this information. The team would be tracking your location for 24 hours and then access. You‘d have to contact them and report that change of plans. Also, 3 days of pretending to be Steve’s girlfriend? That’s a different story… But it’s too late to back out now.
„We were told it was just a 1 day hike, so no.“, Steve admits.
„Good thing we’re in front of a supermarket. Get your stuff as fast as you can, then we’ll go.“, the leader goes back to the car.
„Let’s go.“, Steve says, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the store behind him. Inside he lets go of your hand and you pack enough to eat. At the cash register he turns toward you to shield you from the noisy eyes of the man that came into the store with you, so you can text Kono the change of plans. While typing the message he puts his arm around you in a seemingly intimate moment and you tumble toward him letting your forehead fall onto his chest. You hit send and pause. You look up at Steve and notice him observing you closely as you reach one hand into your cleavage to retrieve one of the blades you’ve hidden. When he realises what you’re handing to him, his curious gaze gives way to a grin. Steve pockets the knife and not much later he moves to pay the supplies.
When you return to the rest of the men outside and stow away your purchase, one of the men laughs. „You got enough tampons in case you get your period?“ The rest of the group smirks and you raise an eyebrow. You quickly glance at Steve and notice him laughing in delight, his arms crossed and looking at you. You turn to the man mocking you for being woman.
„You got enough first aid kits in case I break your nose?“, you ask and tilt your head with a smile as sweet as candy. The laughing guy freezes and swallows.
„She’ll kill you in a heartbeat, even when she’s on her period, believe me. Maybe even faster that time of the month.“, Steve backs you up with a hint of pride in his voice. You smile and he hands you your backpack.
A 40 minute drive later in a van packed with men who reek of testosterone and sweat the two vehicles park and you start the hike.
You hike for hours with only few breaks until Steve urges the group leader to set up camp. He’d been walking in front of you the whole time, looking back every 5 minutes, it seemed, to make sure you’re okay.
After camp is set up near a small river, people are drinking and happily chatting away around the campfire. Mertan is quietly staring at you and Steve. You had just told them about how you two had met and fallen in love. For making it up on the spot, it was a pretty believable story. The leader doesn’t seem to buy it, though.
„You don’t act like a couple. At all.“, he interrogates with a sharp tone.
Steve stiffly sits up a bit beside you. You take the beer out of his hand and make a cocky face.
„Well, what do you want to see? A kiss? Or do you want us to go inside our tent and get it on right now?“, you ask, nearly losing it at the pictures that arise in your head when thinking about Steve just touching you. To distract yourself you take a sip of Steve’s beer. The comment earns you laughter from the men around you. Your confident grin is instantly challenged, though, when you feel Steve‘s hand on your thigh. His touch sends an electric shock through your body, making it stiff, and suddenly you have the urge to swallow.
Mertan lets out a harsh laugh. „Just show me something in between.“
As if that was his cue, Steve grabs you by the waist and pulls you onto his lap. All of a sudden you’re sitting on his thighs, you hold back a gasp and look at him, clearly with a face of shock.
„What the-?“, you whisper so the group doesn’t hear you. But instead of answering, Steve grabs your chin with one hand, tilts your head to the side and starts kissing your neck. His grasp is tight, not allowing any protest. His kisses are tender but determined. You realize that you’re holding your breath as his hand starts to trail your curves up and down your side, and you force yourself to take in the oxygen.
„What are you doing?“, you try again whispering, but your voice doesn’t seem to follow your orders anymore and it sounds exilharated and out of breath.
„Sure would have been fun to shake the tent to make them believe we’re having sex.“ Steve’s raspy voice sounds darker than usual. „Not my style though.“ You hear a light chuckle from the crook of your neck. He uses his teeth to pull parts of your blouse over your shoulder, revealing your bare skin and the strap of your sports bra.
„I was just trying to negotiate ourselves out of that situation.“, you hiss quietly, careful not to blow your cover. „You got an idea, so you don’t have to kiss me?“
Steve freezes with his lips just above your skin. You kind of wish he hadn’t stopped kissing you.
„What do you mean, so I don’t have to kiss you?“ You feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.
„I- uh, if it’s avoidable- I mean…“, you stutter and he most definitely picked up on you not having a damn clue, ‘cause he makes your thoughts foggy with his touch, his breath and his voice. You clear your throat as quietly as possible. „Well, it’s just that we’ve only known each other for 2 days.“ You pause trying to get your thoughts to be coherent. „It may be tough pretending to make out and make it seem real.“, you finally get out your – granted, foul – excuse.
„Oh, baby, that’s ridiculous.“ You hear Steve’s deep voice low right next to your ear. „It will be easy and convincing. Because you’ll do exactly what I tell you to, won’t you? ‘Cause you’re a good girl, right? Now. Stop being so stiff. Unbutton my shirt.“
You feel your cheeks getting hot with his raspy voice so damn near you and feel his breath on your neck. Involuntarily you wet your lips, when pictures start to arise inside your head.
„Y/n.“ His voice became a tiny bit louder, demanding.
Sweat, lust, hot breath, his naked body on yours. You try to shake it off quickly, to be able to assess the situation objectively. But his hand finds its way into your hair, pulling it lightly. And that’s all it takes for you to give in to him. Every bit of feminism leaves your body at this man demanding you to do as you’re told.
Your hands roam his upper body, finding the collar of his button down, opening one, two, three of them and spreading your fingers onto the warm skin on his shoulders, then his neck. His throat releases a growl. You force him to look at you, even though his kisses and hot breath on your neck were already driving you wild. For a brief moment you believe you can see a fire in his eyes, you’ve never seen in a man before. There are only inches between Steve’s face and yours.
He didn’t need to say it. The corners of his mouth twitch right before he presses his lips onto yours. Hard. His kiss feels desparate, hungry, like he’d been starving for days and your mouth is the first edible thing he found. His tongue strokes your lower lip demanding access. Your lips part ever so slightly and the tip of his tongue playfully greets yours. He tastes like the beer he’d been drinking, smells like the woods around you and feels… like you’re safe. Like you’re not in a camp deep in the woods with 7 other people who would slit your throat open if they knew you were a federal agent.
Steve’s arms are tight around you, protecting you – which sounds stupid, because you’re more than capable of keeping yourself safe. But there’s a wave of clearity that this man would do anything in his power to not get you hurt. And you can’t do anything but lean into it.
„Good.“, he praises you, his words muffled into your open mouth. „Straddle me.“ His voice is just a whisper, but it’s demanding to follow his orders.
You realize that you’d pulled him even closer, so there’s not even an inch of space between you and Steve, and your hands are buried in his hair. You sit up a bit to swing your leg over his lap and straddle him. He hums contentedly and pulls you closer with his hands tight around your waist, when you hear the voice of the group leader again.
„Okay.“, he says with an acknowledging tone. „Alright, I believe you. No need to eat each other up right here, you can do that later, alone.“
You lean back a bit, so you can see Steve’s face. The Commander looks agitated. He’s smirking, his hair messy from your hands.
„You’re clearly heating my people up for something they can’t have right now, so that’s entirely unhelpful.“, Mertan adds mumbling.
„Well, as you can see, once we start, it’s hard for us to stop. That’s why we try keeping it professional most of the time.“, Steve’s voice sounds strong whilst his chest is still rising and falling heavily. Yours is too and there’s not a sign of slowing your breath down, when Steve lowers his voice again only for you to hear. „Convincing, right?“ It’s not a question, so you just try to regulate your breathing again and stand up from his lap. His shirt is still unbuttoned at the top and your eyes can’t seem to focus on something else. You decide to ignore it when him not touching you makes you feel like something’s missing all of a sudden. You swallow and hurry to your – and Steve’s – tent. The night air is cool on your face and you welcome it to take the heat from your cheeks.
What was that? It didn’t feel like just a convincing action for a cover story. You take a deep breath when you reach the tent. But then you hear heavy foot steps behind you on the soft soil – the same ones that had walked in front of you the whole day on the hike.
You turn around before you can zip open the tent. Steve looks at you restlessly. The three buttons at the top of his shirt are still open, so you can see the chest you had caressed just minutes before. You still feel his touch on your waist, his lips on yours.
„Y/n!“
„What, Steve?“, you say trying to sound annoyed. „I need to sleep.“
„With me, yeah.“, he mutters under his breath, but you heard him. You’re still trying to decide how to react – if you should slap him or rip his shirt off – when he sighs. „Listen, I don’t want things to be weird, but he wanted proof. It’s part of the cover story. Sorry, that I didn’t give you a heads up.“ He brushes over his hair with his hand in a movement that makes it seem like he’s nervous. But that can’t be true, can it? I mean, he just straight up made out with you in front of 8 strangers.
You realize that you in fact haven’t pulled your own shirt back up your shoulder where Steve had exposed it while you were sitting on his lap earlier. Suddenly very aware of your exposed skin, you cover yourself with the fabric.
„Sure. I’m going to bed now.“, you rush turning away from him to get into the tent. Once you’re inside you hear a sigh and his footsteps toward the campfire.
You had just finished getting ready for bed and are snuggling into your sleeping bag, shutting your eyes, when you hear the zipper of the tent. You’re pretty sure it’s gonna be Steve, but just to be safe, your hand slides to your thigh and grabs the knife. Carefully, you open one eye and feel relieved to see Steve’s back as he zips up the entrance again. You close your eyes again and take a deep breath.
„Y/n?“, you hear his whispering voice. You hum pretending you’re half asleep.
„You can’t sleep yet, I’m sorry.“ He really doesn’t sound apologetic. The rasp in his voice reminds you of his commands at the campfire.
„What?“, you mumble into your sleeping bag and turn around to find him sitting next to you. There’s barely enough light for you to see his face looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read. It’s always like that with Steve. You just can’t tell what he’s thinking.
„They’re expecting us to… have sex.“, he explains haltingly in a low voice like they could be hearing him. „Well, I told them you’re pretty tired, but they’re expecting to hear… something.“
„So we’re shaking the tent after all, huh?“ Are you imagining his smirk? You sit up in your sleeping bag.
„Start moaning, baby.“ His commanding voice is back. You press your lips together tightly and hum.
„Louder.“, he orders.
You hesitate. Steve growls and somehow that gets you going and you let out a moan.
„Good girl. Show me what it’d be like fucking you right here in this tent.“ You inhale sharply through your mouth. Bastard. He moves closer and keeps eye contact.
„Oh.“ It slips out of your gaping mouth before you know it.
„Mmh. Make that noise again, I liked that.“ No! That can’t be true. This just can’t be turning you on! But you follow Steve‘s commands.
„Oh!“ You notice your breathing growing faster.
„Just like that, baby. You like how I order you around, huh?“ You can almost feel his breath on your neck again. You close your eyes to focus, but it doesn’t have any effect. Somehow his voice is closer to your ear now and it’s the only thing you can perceive.
„Answer me, y/n.“, he demands. You rush to nod.
„Use your words, baby.“ Where did this calling you baby come from?
„Yes, I like that…“, you say, but it sounds out of breath. „… a lot.“ The last part you mumbled and now you don’t dare to open your eyes. You’re pretty damn sure he heard it. When he hums again you can hear a smirk on his face. It makes you moan, louder this time.
„I wonder what I could do to make you moan even louder.“ Okay, now it actually feels like he‘s breathing right onto your skin. The more he talks dirty to you, the more you feel your center getting hot. „Tell me.“
„You could…“, you begin to whisper.
„Speak up, baby.“
„You could…“, you start again with a firmer voice. „uhm, grab my hair.“ The air hisses through his teeth.
„Oh, yeah. What else do you want me to do to you?“ You swallow hard. Shit. There’s no denying. You’re getting wet.
„You could kiss…“, you hesitate.
„What, baby? What do you want me to kiss?“ Steve sounds breathless.
„… my nipples.“, you utter hastly. This is turning into some kind of phonesex, only you’re less than 3 ft apart. And it’s turning you on, damn.
„Fuck.“ You press your lips together. „Open your eyes, baby. I need you to look at me and say that again like I’m inside you.“ His voice is so close, it’s just a whisper.
Your eyes fly open with shock and curiousity. He sits much closer to you now and watches your every move. Your eyes are used to the darkness now, so you can see his heated face clearly.
„I… want you to kiss my nipples.“ A fine line between his eyebrows appears and he moans with no sign of holding back. You stare at his open lips while wetting yours.
„I want you to suck on my fingers. Will you do that for me?“, he grumbles and seems to be holding himself back from actually doing it. You lick your lip and nod.
„Anything for you.“ That seemed to do it for him too. Steve moans with a frown of pleasure.
„What else do you want me to do?“, you ask with a husky voice.
„Put your hands above your head.“, he demands and shifts in his seating position.
„What are you gonna do? Pin me down?“, you tease and smile up at him.
„Oh, yes, baby. So I can make sure you stay put, while I eat you out.“ You can’t help but stare at him with your mouth open.
„Moan like I'm fucking your wet little pussy with my mouth.“, he orders with a low, sexy voice. And you do, fully lost in the moment.
„Oh… God, Steve!“, you cry out and hum. „I need you. Now.“
„And I need you to place that perfect ass right on my dick.“ You're not imagining this. There is a fire in his eyes that seems to light up the tent.
„Oh yeah.“ The constant eye contact is killing you slowly.
„Fuck, you’re so tight.“, he swears and breathes fast.
„Oh god, you’re so big inside me.“, you whimper. One of your hands find its way to your mouth and you bite your finger when you let out the moan that’s been building in your throat. He watches your thumb getting stuck between your teeth. „Grab my ass.“
„Like that?“
„Tighter.“, you plead and wish you could reach into your panties. And the groan that leaves Steve’s throat only intensifies that urge.
„Fuck! Can I slap your ass?“ You’re surprised he asks and let your thumb slip from your mouth. But then you notice his hand reaching for your sleeping bag, removing the fabric that had covered your thighs. He looks at you in anticipation. Quickly you nod and bite your lower lip, when he smacks the bare skin of your thigh below your shorts, above the holster for your blade. It makes you moan desperately. His hand remains on your leg and he rubs away the sting.
„Time for the finale.“, he whispers and moves closer to your ear. „I need you to moan louder.“ And you do. „Yes, baby, come for me.“
„Oh, god.“
„He’s not the one you should cry out for right now.“
You gasp. „Steve!“
„That’s right, baby. Good girl.“ You moan at his praise. „Tell me what I need to do to make you come for me.“
„Bite my neck.“, you whisper without thinking. Within the blink of an eye Steve is on you, grabbing your face, tilting it to the side and brushing his lips over the bare skin of your neck. You let out a whimper.
„Come. Now.“, he growls and it sends an electricity through your whole body. As he bites your neck, you wish you could reach down and really release the tension that had built up between your thighs. But the closest thing you can do is let it out vocally. So that’s what you do. You let out a crying moan and Steve joins you in the ecstatic sound.
Both of you become silent, catching your breath.
„Convincing, right?“, you say quietly, teasing intended, and Steve chuckles. Slowly, he pulls back from you.
„I guess we can sleep now.“, he huffs out while stripping his shirt and laying in his own sleeping bag. His abs were only revealed for so long, but the potential pleasure is so close that it frustrates you.
It takes longer than ususal for you to fall asleep, even though Steve's regular breath and occasional grunt calm you down.
You wake up in the middle of the night – you need to pee. When you open your eyes, you realize that Steve had moved closer to your sleeping bag, leaving only inches between his hand and your head.
Slowly, trying not to wake him up, you get out of the tent. The cold, fresh air makes you shiver for a moment. Then you make your way toward the river to find a quiet place. You think you‘d heard something behind you so you begin to walk at a slower pace. You could have imagined it or it could have been wild animals, so you tell yourself to not stop in your tracks and prepare to fight. Maybe you shouldn’t move any further away from the camp. That’s when you hear it again, it sounds like footsteps that are not meant for you to hear. Now that you’re sure about it, you do prepare to fight and slowly grab your knife. Once you pass a tree, you quickly duck behind it and press your back against the bark. You cling to your weapon tightly, regulate your breathing and wait… And wait. You’re getting nervous just as you hear Steve’s voice.
„Hey, man. You spying on my girl?“, he calls out from somewhere closer to the camp. He can probably see the person who’s following you. From behind the tree you can hear a deep voice mumbling something intelligible. You can’t tell who it is – definitely not Mertan, not Farid or Frank either.
„Yeah. Get the fuck outta here.“, Steve grumbles. Then there are footsteps walking away from you and back to the camp.
Once the footsteps are died away, you find Steve 20 ft away from you, grinning when he spots you coming out from behind the tree.
„That was not necessary, you know that.“, you hiss between closed teeth – parts because you’re angry at him and parts because you’re starting to be cold. His smirk fades and his expression becomes serious.
„I don’t want to imagine what that son of a bitch would have done if I wasn’t here.“ His eyes look seriously tormented and his voice grows louder. „I don’t expect you to thank me, I know you’re capable of ensuring your own safety. Just… I’m… I wanted to make sure you’re okay.“ He sighs. You swallow and nod slowly.
„Can you stay near? I just need to pee real quick.“, you try to remain curt, but you can tell this man cares about you. So you don’t want to push him away. He nods and the tension seems to leave his body.
A few minutes later, you walk back to your tent with Steve and settle into your sleeping bag. You register Steve sliding even closer to you, but you don’t care.
“You’re shivering.” Steve’s voice sounds worried.
“Yup.”
“I don’t have to tell you how to warm up in a sleeping bag, do I?” Your answer is a huff. But after a second of thinking, you decide he’s right and take off your pants and sweatshirt. You close your eyes, but the shivering is not getting any better.
After a few minutes you hear a rustling from Steve’s sleeping bag, zipping, scooching closer. Before you drift off to sleep, you feel his warm body against your back heating you up until you’re no longer trembling.
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Steve McGarrett x Reader
Summary: Saturday’s are supposed to be relaxing but not when a mission comes up.
Title: Not So Relaxing Saturday.
Warnings: probably just my bad writing.😂😂
Ps. Thank y'all for reading, sorry most of my stories are short and bad I'm trying to find my writing style so thanks for helping. Let me know what y'all think.🥰🤗😊
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Masterlist
“Why on this beautiful earth are you leaving me?” I questioned Steve sleepy as he moved off the bed. He chuckled lightly before answering. “Well, beautiful it's 3:30 PM and I'm hungry.”
“Mmm, okay. Make me something? I'll love you forever if you do.” I said blowing him a kiss. “You wouldn't know what to do if I wasn't here.” he laughed walking out the door. I might have started at his bad, but hey, who wouldn't?
I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t I was hungry now. I moved Eddie’s big head off of my stomach and got up. I walked down the hall that's when I heard Steve talking to someone.
“Hi, love,” I said to Steve as I kissed his cheek. I turned to see it was Danny, Steve’s partner. He looked at me as if I was a ghost. I couldn't blame him.
“You are Danny, right?” I asked grabbing my cut of morning juice, Steve fixed it for me.
“Yeah, yeah I am. Who are you?” he said confused.
“I'm Steve’s partner, Y/n,” I said shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he said smiling.
“So, the big bad no-lover Steve McGarrett has a lover!?” Danny practically screamed. Steve passed him an annoyed look.
“Yes. Now shut it.” He said kissing my head. “So, what are you doing here Danny?” I question as Steve handed me my favorite breakfast, Danny looked down. “I’m sorry to break up y’all’s Saturday, but we have a case.”
Steve let out an annoyed huff. “Sorry love.” He said kissing me. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He hugged me.
“I’ll be okay. Me and Eddie will watch some tv. Don’t worry.” I said kissing his cheek. He walked to his room to change.
“Sorry to mess your day up,” Danny said. I shook my head. “It’s okay, I knew what I was getting into. Just try not to let him do stupid stuff,” I said laughing.
Danny laughed and shook his head. “I’ll try,” Steve yelled for Danny to get his ass up and a quick I love you to me.
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Redemption - A Hawaii 5-0 Story
So, I'm going to put this out there. I started this story when the world shut down a few years ago and basically abandoned it after a few chapters as life just got in the way. Feeling the need to create and continue this so I'm going to repost here (originally posted on FanFiction.net) and see how people feel about it. This starts at the beginning of 5-0 and introduces an original female character from McGarrett's past who ends up being the 5th member of the original core group. Angst, fluff, angst, more angst....permeates my life so it makes sense that it would be a major part of my writing.
My goal will be to publish a chapter a week and if I write faster, than woohoo - bonus. I'm just going to see where the muse (hopefully) takes me.
Enjoy. :)
Redemption Masterlist
1 - Shock to the System
2 - See You in My Nightmares
3 - Homeward Bound
4 - Never Can Say Goodbye
5 - Back in Black
6 - Mama, I'm Coming Home
7 - Welcome to the Jungle
#hawaii 5 0#steve mcgarrett x reader#danny williams x reader#original female character#chin ho kelly#kono kalakaua
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Main Masterlist
The Sound of Magic Series:
Oneshots:
Do You Believe Me? (Ri-eul x BestFriend!Reader)
Vincenzo Series:
Oneshots:
You're My Person (Vincenzo x Female!MafiaReader)
When Fear Becomes Strength (Jang Han-seo x BestFriend!Reader)
Series:
So, This is Love? (Jang Han-seo x Paralegal!Reader)
Imagine:
Teasing An Gi-seok
DC’s Legends of Tomorrow Series:
Oneshots:
Facing Your Feelings (Mick Rory/Heatwave x Reader)
Insecure (Ray Palmer/Atom x Reader)
Supernatural Series:
Oneshots:
Trickster’s Sweet Tooth (Gabriel x Reader)
Closure (Dean Winchester x Past!Reader)
Sacrifice (Winchesters x AngelFriend!Reader)
Series:
Do They Know About Us? (Mick Davies x Hunter!Reader)
Hawaii Five-0 (2010) Series:
Oneshots:
Pure Happiness (Steve McGarrett x Reader)
Imagine:
Movie Night With Danny
Marvel Cinematic Universe Series:
Oneshots:
A True Hero (Tony Stark x Reader)
Shenanigans (Avengers x Friend!Reader)
Blindfolded (Avengers x AvengersInTraining!Reader)
Soulmate Mark (Loki x FemaleWinged!Reader)
Somebody to Lean On (Friend!Tony Stark x SuperSoldier!Reader)
Night Changes (Tony Stark x Avenger!Reader)
Series:
Mission Gone Wrong (Tony Stark x PastWife!Reader)
Imagine:
Bowling With the Avengers
Once Upon a Time Series:
Series:
Memory Potion (Archie x Female!Reader)
The Hobbit Cinematic Series:
Oneshots:
Surprise Confession (Dwalin x FemaleHuman!Reader)
Until We Meet Again (Fili x FemaleElf!Reader)
Series:
Enchanted Mirror (Bofur x FemaleModernHuman!Reader)
X-Men Cinematic Series:
Oneshots:
Meet Your Son (Logan/Wolverine x Female!Human!Reader)
Lucifer Cinematic Series:
Oneshots:
Lucifer’s Desire (No Pairing)
Being Human (US) Cinematic Series:
Oneshots:
Vampires, Ghosts, & Werewolves. OH MY! (Aidan Waite x Female!Reader)
Wynonna Earp Cinematic Series:
Oneshots:
This Time is Different (Doc Holliday x Reader)
The Librarians Series:
Oneshots:
The Truth Is (Jacob "Jake" Stone x Reader)
Crossover Fanfics:
Series:
Something There That Wasn’t There Before (Hawaii Five-0 (2010)/Bones): (Danny Williams x FemaleRommate!Reader)
A New Life (Hawaii Five-0 (2010)/Avengers): (Steve McGarrett x Reader & The Avengers x FemalePastAvenger!Reader)
Imagine:
Sam, Dean, and Cas meet John Constantine
Lucifer and Chloe meet John Constantine
Any Fandom:
Imagine:
Falling Through Ice
P.S.-all works also found on AO3 under mirajanefairytailmage
Writing Prompts:
Songbird Enchantment
Death's Apology
Original Works:
Forget The Rain
My Nightmare Will End
I Wish
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Out From The Shadows
Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader
Summary: Two years after John McGarrett's death certain circumstances drove you out of hiding bringing you straight to the person you swore you'd never see again
Warnings: mentions of blood, gunshots, angst
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Panting you continued to run through the tall greenery not risking a spared glance to see how far you had gotten from the hired hitman on your tail. Blood, sweat, dirt and blades of grass covered you from head to toe as you continued pressing in the direction of the main road
It was dark out but the sun would be rising soon and you prayed that someone would be driving on the road once you made it there. Your shoulder hurt the more you moved making you silently curse the man that shot you back at your temporary house
Your lungs felt like they were on fire but you couldn't afford to stop now, not when the open road was less than a mile ahead, you're almost there
Gunshots rang out behind you, giving you the extra push you needed to get the hell out of there. Clambering up the little hill you stepped onto the asphalt of the road just as a poilce car was headed your way. The officer stopped the car and his partener was about to get but you stopped him
"Ma'am wh-"
"Take me to the station" opening the backdoor open you sat quickly climbed in and urged the driver to get as far away as he can. You felt bad for the way you spoke but you needed to get away from the man
"We need to get you to a hospital" panic rushed through you
"No, no hospitals, that would be the first place he'd look for me" the officer in the passenger seat turned to look at me
Duke
"Y/n?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
"Duke, hey, long time no see" to his knowledge you were dead, well that's how your ex soon-to-be father-in-law wanted intended for you to be, he easily made it look like you were to protect you from someone that wanted him dead as he didn't want you to be caught in the crosshairs
"What's going on, I thought" you could see how hurt he was and you felt bad, you and Duke were close when John was still an officer, he had become a grandfather figure for you
"I know and I'll explain once I get to the station" nodding he told his partner to floor it and he did. Looking down at your arm, you grimaced at the blood that poured from your wound and onto the seats
Tearing the bottom of your shirt off you made yourself a tourniquet as best as you could to stop the blood loss and Duke shook his head
"You really would've fit in with the McGarrett's" releasing a heavy sigh you closed your eyes, your uninjured hand reached up and toyed with the engagement ring that dangled from the necklace you wore
There wasn't a day that went by where you hadn't thought about Steve and how he took the news of your 'death' when his father had told him
The car came to a stop roughly twenty minutes later and you got out. The morning sun felt good against your cold skin as you walked into the building with Duke and the unnamed officer. The older man pulled out a seat at his desk for me to sit and you gladly did
"Now, tell me exactly what happened"
And you did not leaving out any detail from the moment you heard the hitman's footsteps on your porch to you showing up on the road covered in blood and grime, the junior officer, Aolani wrote it all down. Duke nodded to his partner before standing up
"Come with me, let's get you cleaned up" he had a female officer escort you to the bathroom and she gave you a sweatshirt with HPD on the front with a pair of grey sweatpants to match it
This is going to be a long day
After you had showered and changed your bandage the lady gave you a visitors pass and took you up to the top floor. Stepping out of the elevator into the hallway you glanced at her as she walked ahead of you
Honolulu Police Department was written on the double glass doors which lead to
Steve
All the air in your lungs disappeared as you locked eyes with him. He recognized you in a heartbeat despite the new hair colour and style, you could see he was surprised but that lasted for so a split second
"Y/N"
"Steve"
Your name coldly fell off his tongue and you didn't need someone to tell you why he was reacting like this. His dead fiance is standing in the same room as him, the person he mourned for is breathing the same air as him after being apart for so long
Chin and his cousin Kono stood there frozen in their position near the desk, your chest hurt more, you could see how your 'death' had affected the ones you were close to at one point
"Duke filled me in on what happened, do you know anyone who would want you dead?" crossing his arms over his broad chest he waited for a response and your lips twitched
"I could think of one person who wished I had stayed dead" his face remained hard as he stared at your frame, no time for games y/n
"No but my guess would be it's the same person your dad was trying to keep me from crossing paths with" the muscles in his jaw clenched already knowing the answer
"Why would Wo Fat want her dead, I'm not following" the shorter detective asked and you couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow
"Chin and Kono find anything recent on Wo Fat if you can, Danny, my office" with one last glance thrown your way him and Danny went to discuss something personal
Tearing your eyes away from the pair you sighed, this was never the way things were supposed to be with you and the Navy Seal but here you were
"We thought you were dead" Chin wrapped you up in a hug and you returned it, greatful to be out of the shadows
"It wasn't my idea but it was the only way John could've gotten me off the grid" pulling away he smiled down at you
"Steve would disagree" chewing on your bottom lip you shifted your weight on your feet before mustering the courage to ask
"How is he?" before he got the chance to respond Kono rejoiced at the intel she just dug up, Chin let out a puff of air and that alone let you know that it had been rough
"Hey boss, I've got something" knocking on the glass she got the men's attention and they emerged, Steve didn't bother to glance your way as he kept his distance, Danny however stood next to you
Kono started going into her findings in Wo Fat's offshore accounts and found out who he transferred a lump sum of cash who you recognized as the man that broke into your place this morning. Although it was dark when he attacked you, you would never forget the deep cut in his left eyebrow and the scars that marked his face
"That's him" swallowing the lump in your throat you continued to stare that the two men who forced you out of hiding
"Danny, you and I are going to pay this man a visit. Chin, Kono, you two can go to where she was staying last, see if he left anything behind" his blue eyes finally landed on me
"You're staying here until this case is closed" you opened your mouth to protest but clamped it shut when he shot you a death glare
They took what they needed before heading out, leaving you with the four walls
Great
To say that you were bored was an understatement, it's been hours since they left and you were about to lose whatever sanity you had left. Turning your head towards Steve's office and once again, you forgot how to breathe. On his desk was a framed photo of you and him the day he proposed on the beach behind his house
Pushing yourself off the chair you opened the door and let yourself into his space. You were immediately enveloped by his strong scent; picking up the framed photo your chest tightened.
"Gosh it's so beautiful" the sun was setting on the horizon, the sky was pink and purple making the blue water at your feet even more stunning
Steve wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, kissing your temple. His heart beating widly in his chest and he was hoping that you weren't feeling it
Turning around you ran your hands up his arms locking your fingers behind his neck, your smile dimmed a bit noticing his zoned out state
"You're awfully quiet mister, what's going on in that big brain of yours?" snapping out of whatever trance he was in he pecked your lips
"Do you know how much I love you?" the water lapped at your feet as you both adored each other
"Nope, no clue" smirking you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck
"I love you so much, in fact I love you to the point where I'm going to do this" his hold on you disappeared as he lowered himself to the ground on his knee, a gorgeous ring between his thumb and index finger
"Steve" your heart swelled, on the brink of tears
"I love you y/n and I want to spend the rest of our lives together so baby, would you marry me?"
"Yes"
"What are you doing in here?" startled at his voice you spun around, Steve's eyes dropped to the picture
"I'm sorry" scoffing he strided over to you, taking the photo out of your grasp, his eyes scanning it
"Twenty four months y/n" your eyes glazed over from the fresh tears that threatened to fall
"That's how long it's been since you died. That day dad called me while I was out in the field it broke me, my world came crashing down and the one person I knew that could've made things better was dead. I came home, watched that coffin get laid in the ground and then went back to where I was deployed like I didn't just lose a part of myself" placing the photo on his desk he was now towering over you, his eyes glossed over
"Now you're here, I'm scared to blink too much in case I'm imagining things and you disappear" reaching out to him you gently took his hand and vrought it up to you cheek, nuzzling into his touch
"I'm here Steve" that was all it took, Steve pulled you flush against his body, burying his face in your neck as you both clung to one another like your lives depended on it
"Leaving you was the hardest thing I had to do in my life" pulling away his eyes landed on my necklace, more specifically the sterling silver ring that hung from it
"You kept it" his fingers toyed with it a small smile etched onto his face
"You gave it to me, it was the only physical reminder I had left of you and I couldn't give it up" there was a knock on the glass drawing our attention to the doorway where Duke stood with a smile on his face
"We have your guy down in the interrogation room Commander"
"Thank you"
"Duke you could've told me Steve was working with HPD now"
"You could've told me you were alive" the older man hugged you, great full to have you around again
"I'm sorry"
"It's okay, I should leave you both to catch up" releasing you he nodded at Steve on his way out. As the door closed behind him you looked up at Steve
"Commander? Wow, I missed a lot sailor" chuckling me laced your fingers together with his, thumb gently rubbing yours
"There's a lot but right now, I just want to kiss you"
"Are you waiting for a freaking invitation McGarrett? Do it" wasting no time he crashed his lips against yours, setting you ablaze. You had forgotten the taste of his lips and now that you've gotten a taste you craved more of him
His large hands cupped your face as your lips molded together perfectly, pieces of a puzzle that fit each other. Remembering that you both need air, he broke the kiss pressing your foreheads together
"Don't leave me again"
"I won't"
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I don’t write for heterosexual relationships.
I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.
I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.
My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD
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Marvel:
Peter Parker
Warren Worthington III
MJ
Loki Laufeyson
Thor Odinson
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Pietro Maximoff
Tony Stark
Valkyrie
Bucky Barnes
Sylvie Laufeysdottir
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Tom Holland
Tom Hiddleston
Zendaya
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Dylan O'Brien
Harrison Osterfield
Henry Cavill
Ben Hardy
Harry Potter:
Hermione Granger
Sirius Black (young)
Remus Lupin (young)
James Potter (young)
Lily Evans (young)
Regulus Black (young)
+ Poly: Wolfstar, Jegulus
Maze runner:
Newt
Thomas
Brenda
+ Poly: Newtmas
The hobbit:
Thorin Oakenshield <3
Kili Durin
Fili Durin
Thranduil
+ Poly: Bagginshield
Lord of the rings:
Aragorn
Arwen
+ Poly: Aralas
The witcher:
Geralt
Jaskier
Ciri
+ Poly: Geraskier
Helluva boss:
Stolas
Blitzo
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Love, Victor:
Mia Brooks <3
Benji Campbell
Hawaii Five-O:
Steve McGarrett
Danny Williams
Tani Rey
Shadowhunters:
Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood
Magnus Bane
Jace Lightwood
Clary Fairchild
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Merlin:
Arthur Pendragon
Sir Gwaine
Merlin
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Chronicles of Narnia:
Edmund Pevensie
Prince Caspian
The goldfinch:
Boris Pavlikovsky
+ Poly: Boris x Theo
Stranger Things:
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
+ Poly: Mungrove
Wednesday:
Enid Sinclair
Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen:
Roger Taylor
Brian May
Gwilym Lee!Brian May
Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor
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Billy/Four
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Thorin
Thorin with an introverted boyfriend
Thorin with a jealous boyfriend
Thorin being attracted to his smoking boyfriend
Thorin with a boyfriend who can transform into a horse
Love at first sight
Arachnophobia is a bitch
Thorin with an angel boyfriend
Thorin with his FtM!Pregnant!Husband
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Peter Parker
Little chat #1
Little chat #2
Studying with Peter
Loki
Bottom!Loki x Top!Male!Reader
Soft sex with Bottom!Loki
Loki with a boyfriend who can only sleep to noise
Little chat #1
Bucky Barnes
Wholesome smut
Thor
Thor with a boyfriend who is the god of wisdom
Mixed
Loki/Peter/Tony/Thor x Male!Reader (also NSFW)
Celebrities:
Tom Holland
Little chat #1
Little chat #2
Little chat #3
Little chat #4
Little chat #5
Helluva boss:
Imagine being Stolas and Blitzo's boyfriend
Love, Victor:
Mia Brooks:
Being Mia's girlfriend
Shadowhunters:
Magnus Bane:
Magnus with his boyfriend but it's very gay
Alec Lightwood:
Alec Lightwood x Trans!Male!Reader
Merlin:
Sir Gwaine:
Little chat #1
Night activities
Candy hearts
(Y/N) is drowning but it's funny
Pregnant!Ftm!(Y/N) (and Gwaine being a sweet husband)
Merthur and Male!Reader x Gwaine fucking but no actual smut
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Everyone:
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Stranger Things:
Billy Hargrove:
tease
smoking together for the first time
Male!Reader makes Billy question his sexuality pt.2 pt.3
Comforting Billy after he gets abused by Neil
Making out with Billy
Fucking Billy after pe class
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giving trans!Eddie a blowjob at a pool
Queen:
Roger Taylor:
you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour
new name for trans!masc!(Y/N)
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Going to university with Brian (Trans!Male!Reader)
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A Marine and A Seal: Part 2
Paring: Steve McGarrett X Reader (Eventually)
Characters: Reader, Daniel Green (OC), Nick Collins (OC), John Sparks (OC), Duke Lukela, Kono Kalakaua, Chin Ho Kelly, Danny Williams, Steve McGarrett, Reader’s Parents
Word Count: 3703
Warnings: Angst, Language, hint of flirting, Minor Misunderstanding
A/n: this is part 2 of ?? I haven’t finished writing it just yet. So I don’t have an exact number yet.
Feedback is always welcome. The Good and the Bad. It actually helps me as a newbie writer.(Yes I consider myself a newbie...)
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After getting back to base, you and Rolland were taken to the hospital. You made sure they took care of him first before they even looked at you. You were in your room waiting to hear what was going on with Rolland, when you had an unexpected visitor.
The knock on the door got your attention. You looked up from your computer to see Green standing in the doorway of your hospital room.
“What do you need Daniel?”
“Umm… I just came to check on you and let you know that Rolland is out of surgery. He’s going to make a full recovery.”
“Thanks for the update, and I’m fine. I have had a lot worse than this trust me.” When he hung around you could tell there was something on his mind. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, I wanted to apologize.” He all of a sudden became shy, he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “I was a complete ass to you when I found out you were leading the team. I was more worried about the fact that you were a woman than how overqualified you are. Then I ended up getting you shot. I am more than sorry about that. You were an amazing leader, one of the best I have seen. You were going to sacrifice yourself to save the rest of us, hell you almost did.” You held your hand up to get him to stop talking.
“Listen, you’re not the only one who doesn’t like having a female leader. I have dealt with worse Marines trying to get me kicked out of missions. When I came into the Marines, I busted my ass night and day to be one of the best, while most men did only the required work.” You just shrugged. “Thank you, but if you ever have someone out in the field that is not willing to do even half of the things I did today, then they should really reconsider a career change. You don’t enlist in any branch just for the hell of it, we do it to help, save and protect people. If that means giving up my own life to save another, I’m going to do it.”
Before either of you could speak again, your commander came walking in.
“Major, it’s good to have you back.” You tried to sit straighter, but your commander waved you off.
“It’s good to be back Sir, even if I am a little banged up.”
“I know you wanted to talk to me about taking a leave of absents. I have to be in D.C. tomorrow so I figured it would be easier to come and talk to you before leaving.”
“Yes sir, I did. I need to take some time off to think about things. The marines have been my entire life at this point, and I am starting to think that it might be time to consider other things.”
“You want to be discharged?” You had completely forgot about Green.
“Not exactly. I was thinking maybe Reserves for now. I haven’t exactly made up my mind.” You sent a look over to him, hopefully he would shut up.
“Well, I will grant your Leave, but we are going to have a more private talk.” He looked over to Green who was looking down at the floor. “But if this is something that you really want to do, I’m sure we can figure it out.”
“Thank you, sir.”
After he left the room, there was this awkward tension. Green hadn’t looked up; you were just sitting there trying to figure out why he cared so much.
He left without saying another word.
“Are you really going to leave?”
“I’m not completely leaving, if I’m needed, I will be back. I have spent the last eighteen years in the Marines, I don’t know anything else. You never know I might absolutely hate being a civilian and want to come back immediately when my leave is over. This is something I need to do.”
You were released from the hospital after two days. You went home and started packing your bags. You had planned most of your trip while you were in the hospital. You just needed to confirm the dates with your hotel. When it came time to leave, Sparks and Collins wanted to drive you to the airport. They weren’t happy with your decision, but they understood why you had to do it. Green on the other hand had been avoiding you for the last week. Every time you tried to talk to him, he said he was busy, even when he wasn’t.
About a week and a half later, you had to do one last meeting before you could leave. This meant you had to be in your Dress Greens, and you would have to go to the airport in them. You hated the idea of that, but you can’t change it. After the meeting you grabbed you bags and carried them to Collins’s truck. Just as you were about to load up someone came up behind you guys.
“Room for one more?” Green was standing there, you turned around to see him.
“I don’t know, you sure you can handle me leaving like and adult now?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I was acting like a child.”
“Alright, load up.”
The ride to the airport wasn’t too bad. You were just going to miss these idiots. You started wondering if you were making the right decision, but quickly shot that down. You were, this is something you were doing for you. If you didn’t do it then you might regret it later.
Once you got to the airport, Collins parked in the lot, all of you got out and you hugged them goodbye. You went to grab your bags, but Green grabbed for them first. You looked at him confused.
“We’re going to walk you in, come on let’s go.” He said as he threw one of the bags to both Collins and Sparks.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure you guys have to get back.”
“No, we have the rest of the day off.” Sparks gave you a big smile.
You walked into the airport, checked your bags and got your ticket. All of you walked over to TSA, you stopped and looked at all of them.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye.” You gave them a small smile.
“No, it’s see you later. You’re not going to get away from us that easily. Even if you decide to leave.” Collins was the first to hug you.
“Yeah, no matter what you do we will always be there for you.” Sparks following behind Collins.
Green walked up to you and just pulled you into a hug.
“Let me know when you get there safely. I mean let us know when you get there.” You let out a small chuckle.
“Definitely, I will do that.” You let go of him, looking to all of them. “Stay safe boys. If I find out something happens to any of you, I will personally come back just to kick all of your asses.”
“Yes Ma’am.” They all said in unison, they gave you a salute.
You turned away and walked through security. They stayed there until you were completely out of sight. You had a 10-hour flight ahead of you. you were simply happy that you had nobody sitting next to you.
You had decided to go to Hawaii to visit your parents. They had retired to Hawaii about 5 years ago. You had lived there when you were in your teens. It was your favorite place that you had been moved too. You even made some friends there, that you still keep in contact now.
You haven’t seen them in a long time. Even though they only retired 5 years ago, it has been many more since you have seen them. You have been busy doing missions, training recruits, etc. You weren’t even able to go to their retirement party because you were overseas. You have tried to stay in contact with them, but those phone calls were few and far between.
Now you were sitting outside of their house. You didn’t tell them you were coming, you wanted it to be a surprise. You just wished that you could have changed out of your dress greens. You stepped out of your rental truck, adjusted your uniform before closing the door. As you were walking up to the front door you saw the curtains move, as if someone were watching you. Once you got to the door you rang the doorbell, you slightly turned away from it to look around their neighborhood.
The door opened behind you, as you turned back around you kept your head down slightly.
“Please don’t tell me something happened to Y/n.” Shit…
“I knew I should have changed.” You looked up to see your mother with tears in her eyes.
“Oh, you ass.” She immediately wrapped you in a hug. She ended up hitting you in the back while she was crying on your shoulder. “You sacred the shit out of me!”
“I’m sorry mom. I didn’t really think about it.” You looked up to see your father coming up behind you mother.
“Pipsqueak?” you mother let you go; you were in your father’s arms almost instantly.
“Dad.”
“What are you doing here? Not that we aren’t happy to see you, I figured you would be training or saving the world.” He let you go to pull you over to have a seat. You mother sat down next to you while your father sat in his chair off to the side of you.
“I decided to take leave for the first time, instead of being forced to take it.” You took your cover off and placed it in your lap. “Actually, I have been thinking of transferring to the reserves. I want to see what the world has to offer, outside of combat boots and fatigues.”
“Woah! Are you serious? Y/n, the Marines has been what you wanted to do ever since you were little. Are you sure you want to do this?” Your father sat forward in his seat to look directly in your eyes.
“I know it has. It’s just after my last mission, I started thinking about life and all the things I wanted out of it. I absolutely love the Marines and I wouldn’t trade my experiences for anything in the world. It’s just in this moment I just need to figure things out for me.”
“So, are you going to move to Hawaii?”
“I think so. This was one of my favorite places to be growing up. I even called Kono and Chin to see what they were up too. I’m going to meet them after I came to see you guys, at ‘Iolani Palace. I figured while I was there, I would pick up an application for HPD.”
You could see that your mother didn’t like the idea of you going from one high risk job to another. She just wanted you to be safe.
“Are you sure HPD is where you want to go? If you are trying to get away from all of that, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“It’s a lot less risk than the Marines mom. Plus, it’s something that I can learn fast and adding my military background it’s one of the few jobs I would be good at.” You turned to her giving her had a reassuring squeeze.
You stayed with your parents for a few hours before you needed to leave. Once again you didn’t have time to change before going to see Kono and Chin like you had hoped. Your mother barely let you out the door, she made you promise to come back for dinner and to bring Chin and Kono if you could.
You walked into the Palace; you didn’t really know where to go. You saw a few officers and civilians around. You walked up to the officer behind the desk to ask where to go.
“Excuse me.” You quickly looked at his name plate. “Sgt. Lukela, I’m looking for Officer Chin Ho Kelly. He didn’t give me many instructions on where to go.” He looked up and was instantly taken back. He stood up before speaking.
“Yes, he is a part of the Five-0 task force. They are on the second floor, there are signs that lead you to them. I could call and have her here in a few minutes, or I could escort you there.” He looked at you with a nervous smile.
“No that’s okay Sir. I’m sure I can find it.” You were about to leave but turned back. “Are you alright?”
“Yes Ma’am, just wasn’t expecting to see a Marine in here today.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to make you nervous. I just didn’t have time to change out of my uniform.” You gave him a quick goodbye before heading up the stairs.
You followed the signs just like he had told you, you came to a couple of glass doors. You saw someone inside, but you could instantly tell it wasn’t Chin. This guy was shorter and had blonde hair. He looked up from a table to see you, he started walking over to you. You opened the door and walk in.
“Can I help you?” You could see him look you up and down.
“I am looking for Officers Kelly and Kalakaua. I’m supposed to meet them here somewhere.” You gestured around.
“There are in their offices. I’ll get them.” He turned away to go to the offices.
“Thank you…”
“Danny.” He said turning back with a smile.
“Thank you, Danny. I’m Y/n.”
He walked into an office in the left, you saw Chin’s head pop up with a large grin on his face. Danny moved to another office, while Chin got up from his desk to come out. Kono did the same, she even ran around Danny to get to you faster. She came running to you and pulling you into a hug. Chin came and hugged you both. Danny came up behind them.
“Y/n, I have missed you!” Kono practically yelled in your ear.
“It’s good to have you back here.” Chin joined in on the hug.
“Guys, umm I’m still not fully healed yet.”
They quickly let go of you, you grabbed your shoulder. You massaged the spot for a few seconds, before looking up at them.
“Sorry.” They said simultaneously.
“Are you alright?” Danny chimed in.
“I’m good, just recovering from being shot twice.” You said with a blank face, just to see his reaction. He looked shocked to say the least. You laughed a little. “I was in Afghanistan not too long ago; a few things didn’t go as planned. The important thing is that we made it out alive and we completed our mission.”
“Oh, well I hope you heal quickly. Also thank you for your service.”
“Thank you, and it’s my honor to serve.”
“Maybe we will see you around here again before you have to leave.”
“That could be fun, but I’m hoping to be around for a while.”
“Awesome. I have to get back to work before Steve comes back, but it was nice to meet you Y/n.”
“You too Danny.” He walked away and you looked back to Chin and Kono. “So, how have you guys been?”
“We are good, but we want to hear about you. How long are you here for?”
“Well, I’m here for two weeks then I go to D.C. for a little while. Then I’m back for good-ish.”
“What does that mean? Are you leaving the marines?” they had confused looks on their faces.
“Not exactly.”
You explained your plan to them. Telling them nothing is set in stone. You were going to see how the two weeks go first before making a final decision. At this point after seeing them and your parents your mind was made up. You were going to transfer to the reserves, that way if you were really needed you could still help.
You talked to them for a while. You had gotten Chin and Kono to agree to come to dinner. You made them promise not to bring up your last mission. You didn’t tell your mother the full story because you knew she would be upset. Your father knew but he knows better than to tell her what happens out in the field. Even though on some level you knew your mother knew, she was a Marine and she knows what can happen.
Just as you were leaving you asked Chin about where you could get an application for HPD. He walked you back down to the main desk and asked the officer you talked to earlier for one. After getting it, you quickly filled it out and turned it back in. Chin had to go back to work, you said goodbye to him. As you were walking out of the Palace, you weren’t paying attention and accidently bumped into someone.
“I am so sorry! Are you okay?” You took a step back and looked up at the person.
“No, it was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” He looked down at you, pausing for a moment before extending his hand. “I’m Steve.”
“I’m Y/n.” You shook his hand. The two of you held on a little too long, before you broke the trance. “Umm, I’ glad you’re okay but I do have to get going.”
You let go if his hand and started moving around him. He just watched you walk away. You turned back to see him staring at you. He gave you a wave, you waved back, before proceeding to your truck.
You went to your hotel, checked in before going to your room. You sent a text to your boys to let them know that you made it to Hawaii in one piece. They all got back to you saying have a good time and stay safe. You made sure to hang up your uniform before taking a long-awaited shower. You just stood there washing away the day, you finally had a chance to really relax. After your shower you got dressed in jeans, a tank top and a flannel to top it all off. You grabbed your gun and placed it in its holster, you never went anywhere without it. Then you grabbed your backpack and your keys before heading out the door to your parents’ house.
When you pulled up in front of their house, you could see Kono’s car pulling up behind you. Chin was also with her; they got out of her car and came over to you.
“You ready for this?” Chin questioned when he was you fidgeting.
“Yeah, it’s just weird being here and not in some foreign country fighting for something.”
“It’s going to take some getting used to. I think its weirder to see you in normal clothes. I think I have only ever seen you in a uniform.” Kono and Chin let out a small laugh.
“I know.” You put your arm around Kono. “I am loving it; I feel so free.” You moved your arms around just to emphasize how free you felt.
“Are you guys just going to stand outside all night? Or are you going to come in and have dinner with us?” Your father called from the doorway.
“We are coming Dad.” You looked to your friends. “We better go before he locks that door.” You quickly moved towards the door with Kono and Chin close behind.
You stayed there for a few hours. Your father was asking for stories. Of course, you left certain details out, for your mother sanity. You asked Chin and Kono about Five-0. They told you all about it. Then they talked about the people they work with, their boss Steve McGarrett and how he was a Navy Seal. Then they talked about Danny who transferred here from New York to be closer to his daughter Grace. You told your parents that you had put in your application for HPD. Your father was excited for you. Once again, you could see your mothers head drop at the thought.
You spent a few more hours there talking and having a good time. When it started getting to late Chin Kono and yourself said your goodbyes. When you left the house, you walked them to Kono’s car.
“Well, that was fun.” You smiled at them.
“Yeah, it was. We should get together again before you go to D.C.” Chin said as he gave you a hug.
“Definitely.”
“We could invite Danny and Steve. Since you are trying to get a job at HPD, you will be seeing them every once in a while.” Kono gave you a long hug.
“Sure, that sounds good.” After that you said your goodbyes and left.
Once you arrived at your hotel, you put your gun in the drawer of the nightstand. Then proceed to get ready for bed. You change into a pair of shorts, leaving the tank top on. You grabbed your laptop and climbed into bed. You started looking for apartments and houses. You may have made your decision, but you still have a lot of things to consider and things to do.
You have found a few apartments and houses that you are willing to go see. At this point you were leaning more towards the apartments; just in case you are called back to duty. One of the few pluses of being in the Marines is that you traveled so much, which means you don’t have a lot of things. So, if you have to pack up and leave it is going to be easy for you.
After a few hours, you finally decided it was time to stop and try to get some sleep. You have a lot to do in the next few days. You turned off your laptop and set it on the bedside table. After making sure your alarms were set and your phone was plugged in, you laid down and slowly fell asleep.
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Fandoms I cruently write for
Marvel:✨✨✨✨✨
Tony stark
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Winchester
Clint Barton
Bruce banner
Thor odinson
Loki odinson
Peter Parker
Pietro Maximoff
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
DC:🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇
Bruce wayne
Clark Kent
Dick Grayson
Jadon Todd
Tim Drake
Damian Wayne
Criminal minds:🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁
Spencer Reid
Arron hotchner
Derek Morgan
Dave Rossi
Luke alvez
JJ
Emily prentiss
Gotham:🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂
Bruce Wayne
The riddler
Penguin
Victor zsasz
Star Wars:🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
Din djarin
Hawaii five o:🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
Steve McGarrett
Chin ho Kelly
Danny
Adam
Wo fat
Riverdale:🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃
Sweet pea
Jughead
Veronica
Reggie
Rules:
I don’t write smut :3
I write for poly relationships
I don’t accept any hate towards any character
I write for male x male readers but I’m not able to write for female x female reader ( I really am sorry but I just can’t write it the way I should and I don’t wanna offend anyone if I write it wrong)
I write for a/b/o too!!!!
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Gender Reveal
Show: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Female!Reader
Warnings: Absolutely none, this is absolute fluff. Soft!Steve makes my heart happy
Request: Can I request Steve McGarrett x reader with pregnancy fluff please? Maybe like a gender reveal party with the whole squad and it’s just super fluffy? - @coffee-wihtout-caffeine
A/N: Sorry this took me so long but classes just started back up and doing them completely online is stressing me out! But anyway enjoy my first request!
You slowly opened your eyes as the morning light began to shine through the bedroom window.
“Is there a reason you’re staring at me?” you ask softly before opening your eyes and meet a pair of blue-green ones staring back at you.
“I know you haven’t been sleeping well lately and I didn’t want to wake you by getting out of bed.” He speaks softly while brushing your hair out of your face and placing his hand on your stomach where a small bump had begun to form.
You placed your hand on top of his and the two of you just laid there for a few minutes.
“What time is it anyway?” you finally broke the silence
“Like 9am” He spoke cautiously
“You turned my alarm off!? Steve, we have people coming over today! I have to finish cleaning the house and make the food and set up the decorations.” You chaotically spoke as you got out of bed and started to make your way downstairs, not caring that you were only wearing one of Steve’s shirt.
“Wait, Y/N, you should change.” You heard Steve yell from the bedroom as he was getting dressed but you just ignored him as you continued down the stairs and into the kitchen but immediately stopped when you realized you weren’t alone.
Steve came up behind you. “I asked them to come over early to help set up so you wouldn’t have to.” He spoke while kissing the top of your head while Kono, Danny, and Grace stared back at you. Thankfully you weren’t showing too much and the shirt was still pretty long on you. The thought didn’t stop the blush on you face though.
“Good morning sleeping beauties.” Danny finally spoke after a few minutes.
“Why don’t we go set up some of the outdoor decorations.” Kono spoke while gesturing for Grace to follow her.
You began to slowly back up, “I’m just going to get dressed.” You say before making your way back upstairs.
Steve and Danny just stood in the kitchen for a moment before Danny spoke.
“You ready for this?” He asks while going back to working on putting food on trays.
“Being a dad? Yeah. I mean you can do it so it shouldn’t be too hard.” Steve jokes while walk to the counter to help him.
“Haha. Well I’m sure you want a boy, so that’ll be easier for you than having a girl.”
“Who says I want a boy?” Steve asked
“Well I just figured you want a kid you can teach all your SEAL stuff too.”
“And I can’t give a girl any SEAL training?” Steve asked accusingly.
“I mean I guess you can. Please Steven, if you have a girl do not give her grenades as presents.”
“I would not give her grenades,” Steve started while making is way outside with a tray of food, “I’d start small with tear gas.”
Danny stood shaking his head as you made your back downstairs. “Your husband is insane.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” You laughed while grabbing a piece of fruit and popping it into your mouth.
“You guys really will make great parents though. And I can’t wait to spoil them.”
“Please this kid is just going to complain about how Uncle Danny is grumpy all the time.”
“Hey, I’m not grumpy all the time!” Danny argued
“Sure.” You laughed and made your way outside where you heard more voices.
Chin had shown up at some point while you were upstairs as well as Kamekona and Adam.
“Hello beautiful.” Steve said while pulling you into his side and kissing the side of your head.
“Hi handsome.” You responded while wrapping your arm around his back
“Everyone is here so let’s get this gender revealed!” Kamekona spoke while wiggling his eyebrows.
“Well not everyone.” You said while checking your phone.
“No everyone is here babe.” Steve said
“I had a surprise of my own.” You said as your secret guest walked out the back door.
“Mary?” Steve said in disbelief while walking towards his sister.
“Hey big bro, you didn’t think I was going to miss the gender reveal of my first niece or nephew.” She spoke while the hugged him.
“Ok now everyone is here.” You spoke up while they separated from their hug and Steve came back to you.
“I love you.” He spoke softly into your ear while Chin set everything up.
The team had somehow found grenade shaped gender reveal smoke bombs. All you and Steve had to do was pull the pins.
The team gathered in front of the two of you and began to countdown.
“No matter what gender this baby is, I know I’ll love it forever and I’ll always be there for them and for you.” Steve spoke seriously while staring into your eyes.
“I know you will Steve.” You knew from the moment you met Steve that he would be an amazing parent and you were so grateful that you had him as your partner.
“3…2…1” They chanted, and you and Steve pulled the pins.
Pink smoke billowed out and everyone cheered. You hugged Steve with tears in your eyes.
“I’m so happy Steve, I love you.”
As you pulled away from the hug you saw tears in Steve’s eyes as well.
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Masterlist
~Updated 1/10/21~
🌸female reader
🌻gender neutral reader/ no gender mentioned
I write for:
Hawaii Five 0
Chicago PD
NCIS
NCIS NOLA
Criminal Minds
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Follower celebration Drabble Masterlist!
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Hawaii Five 0
Clumsy - Steve Mcgarrett x reader 🌻
A Real Date 2 Parter Masterlist - Steve McGarrett x Reader 🌸
Jealous - Steve McGarrett x Reader 🌸
Nicknames - Steve McGarrett x Reader 🌸
Cute - Steve McGarrett X reader 🌸
Babe - Danny “Danno” Williams X Reader 🌸
I Care About You - Danny “Danno” Williams X Reader 🌸
Chicago PD
Hot - Greg “mouse” Gerwitz x reader 🌸
We Can Be Now Masterlist- Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz X Reader 🌸
Not Ready To Talk About It - Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz X Reader 🌸
Worry - Adam Ruzek x Reader 🌻
Badass - Adam Ruzek X Reader 🌸
Do You Wanna Be? - Adam Ruzek x Reader 🌸
Public Kiss - Adam Ruzek x Reader 🌸
More Than Friends? - Adam Ruzek x Reader 🌸
Your Move - Jay Halstead x Reader 🌸
Done Fighting - Jay Halstead x Reader 🌸
Took You Long Enough - Jay Halstead x Reader 🌻
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Patient and Stubborn - Gibbs X Reader 🌸
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Time and a place - Gibbs x reader 🌸
Seen my hoodie? - Gibbs x reader 🌸
Oh Baby Masterlist- Gibbs x reader 🌸
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I’ll Wait For You - Gibbs x Reader
Eyes - Gibbs x reader
Thought of you - Gibbs x reader
Slowing Down - Gibbs x reader drabble
Work Wife - Gibbs x reader
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Drabble celebration Masterlist (has LOTS OF GIBBS!) 🌸
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Always - Dwayne Pride x Reader 🌸
Come Back To Me - Dwayne Pride x Reader
Drabble “will you be home for dinner?” Dwayne x reader
A look - Dwayne Pride X reader
You Get It - Chris Lasalle x Reader 🌸
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Criminal Minds
LANGUAGE -Spencer Reid X Reader 🌸
Hurry Home - Spencer Reid X Reader 🌸
Hiding - Spencer X Reader 🌸
Lock screen - Spencer Reid X Reader 🌻
Rossi’s Niece 2 Part Masterlist- Spencer Reid X Reader 🌸
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Burnt Food and Surprises-Spencer x reader (a Valentine’s Day tale) 🌸
Not A Secret - Spencer Reid x Reader 🌸
A Girl Genius for the Boy Genius - Spencer Reid x Reader 🌸
Can I Kiss You Now? - Spencer Reid X Reader 🌸
Things Are Different Masterlist - Spencer Reid X OC (Annie Hotchner) Series 🌸
Pizza Date - Spencer Reid x Reader 🌸
Dating Hiatus - Spencer Reid x Reader 🌸
Smile Again Series - Hotch x Reader 🌸
Done Being Stupid - Hotch X reader 🌸
Good Enough Series Masterlist - Hotch x Reader 🌸
Pick Up Lines - Hotch x Reader 🌸
Home - Hotch x reader 🌸
One bed - Hotch x reader 🌻
No Matter What - Hotch x Reader 🌸
Take up my time - Hotch X Reader 🌸
The text heard round the campfire - Hotch X Reader 🌸
Lucky to have you and your beard - Hotch x reader 🌸
Holding back - Derek Morgan X Reader 🌸
Impatient - Derek Morgan x Reader 🌻
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Sons of Anarchy
Tattoo- Opie Winston x female OC
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Sleight of Hand
[A/N: I DID IT! I finished my Steve x reader undercover op fic, and I kind of love it??? I hope those of you who were looking forward to it enjoy it too 😈🖤 Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to write this as a full blown fic! Over 5.7k words hehe whoops]
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When your former mentor had contacted you about an opening at her coral reef research lab, moving from Camden to Oahu had been a no brainer. You’d packed up your life in New Jersey and been on a plane to the Aloha State within a week. Your favorite cousin, who’s truthfully more like the big brother you always wanted, had been elated to hear the news, welcoming you at the airport with open arms and two simple rules.
“Always answer the phone when I call so you don’t worry me to death,” Danny had said, holding up one finger, “and two,” he added a second, “you’re an adult and you can date anyone on this island-”
“Thank… you?”
“-but stay away from this schmuck.”
The schmuck in question had simply rolled his eyes, draped a beautiful lei around your neck, and greeted you with a warm hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Steve.”
Your confident promise to your cousin had been broken a whopping two months later- and no, you hadn’t ignored one of his phone calls.
“Did you get me a beer?” you ask with a teasing lilt to your voice, wringing out your wet hair before dropping down onto the bench beside your boyfriend. A quick glance around reveals that Danny’s over by the shrimp truck with Kamekona, and you lean forward to steal a kiss before putting some space between yourself and your favorite brunette.
“I surely did not,” Steve sasses back and takes a swig of his ice cold beverage. “Alcohol and diving do not mix. But I did happen to get a mango smoothie from that one place down the road this pretty girl I know really likes.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm,” he responds, a goofy grin spreading across his handsome face. “But, uh, she didn’t show, so I guess you can have it.”
You laugh and give him a playful shove, then let out a content hum as you pop the straw through the lid and take a grateful sip. “So good,” you moan in delight, and Steve has to bite his lip to refrain from making a comment when he spots Danny approaching the table with your regular orders.
“Hey, you.” Your cousin greets you with a kiss on the cheek before taking up residence on the bench across from you and Steve. “Why’re you sitting all the way over there, huh? You like that clown better or somethin’?”
“This guy?” you snort, taking your lunch off the tray and rifling through the napkins in search of a fork.
“Ouch.” Steve winces as if burned by your comment, and you surreptitiously squeeze his thigh beneath the table.
“So tell me about this case you’ve got,” you coax your cousin to change the subject, spearing some grilled veggies on the plastic fork’s tines and scooping up a respectable mound of rice on top.
“So there’s a diamond smuggling ring-” Danny starts, and you immediately cut him off with, “Shut up, that doesn’t happen in real life.” You turn to Steve for confirmation, but there’s no provocative arch to his eyebrow or twitching of his lips to suggest this is a joke. “Are you serious right now? BFFR, Danno.”
“I don’t- I don’t know what that means. Why are you making me feel old?”
“Be fucking for real,” you and Steve supply in unison, and you smile proudly at him. “You’re learning!”
“Between you and Gracie, I keep up, okay?”
“Oh, between my baby cousin and my daughter, you- okay, that’s excellent,” Danny proclaims, his tone indicating it’s anything but. “Anyway, they’re using poker games as a cover to uh, collect their product, shall we say.”
“There’s enough rich people on Oahu with actual diamonds?” you ask, incredulous. “And here I am working like a pleb for paper currency.”
“Word,” Steve seconds your statement, raising his beer in a toast. You clink your smoothie against it before taking another refreshing sip and asking, “So how’re you gonna catch them?”
“Well, there’s a high roller tournament on Friday night that we’re betting they’ll hit. We wanted to go in undercover and flush them out but…” Steve trails off and gazes at you thoughtfully, but Danny’s shaking his head before the words have even formed on the brunette’s lips.
“No, absolutely not. Don’t even think about it, Steve.”
“What?” You turn to him, excitement coursing through your veins at the way his eyes have lit up. “Think about it! And tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“You could go undercover with me to the tournament, help me gather some intel. Maybe we get you to confirm the diamonds are actually in their possession and-”
“No!” Danny chimes in again. “What’s the matter with you, huh? These guys have killed two people, Steve. It’s too dangerous for her.”
“First off, fuck that-”
“Language.”
With an eye roll, you amend, “Forget that. More importantly, shouldn’t Danny go undercover? You kind of suck at poker, Steve.” You feel a sharp pinch at your side and you yelp in protest, slapping at the Navy SEAL. “It’s true, you little-”
“You’re not going,” Danny says definitively. “What about Tani?”
Steve shakes his head. “Tani and Junior have already questioned two of the men involved. They’ll be made before they even get to the table.”
You cross your arms and level your cousin with a smirk. “Sounds like you need me, Danno.”
“Then I’m going with you,” he declares.
“Yeah, no, hard pass,” you backpedal. “Even as a former thespian, there’s no way I can convincingly play arm candy for you without it being weird.”
“So, it’s settled then, little Williams,” Steve says with a grin. “You and me. Friday night. The high roller table at the Ilikai Hotel.”
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“This whole affair is giving very much Ocean’s Thirteen,” you remark as you lean into the mirror to line your puckered lips with Devil’s Den red. “The diamond heist, the poker game… it’s all so exciting.”
“Except this isn’t Hollywood and a bullet will actually hurt,” your cousin ever so graciously reminds you, trying to tug the slit ends of your dress together and then grunting in displeasure when the action reveals more of your bare back. “You’ve gotta be kidding me with this dress, babe,” he tuts. “Why’s it so expensive if it’s missing half the fabric, huh?”
You shrug and answer with a smile, “Don’t ask me! Your buddy picked it out.”
“Oh yeah, I bet he did,” Danny grumbles under his breath. “I mean, you’d be the most beautiful woman in the room if you were wearing a paper bag, but this- this dress-”
“Danno,” you laugh, completing the finishing touches on your makeup before turning around to squeeze his shoulder. “Remember one of the first things you said to me when I stepped off the plane?”
“Don’t date Steve?” he offers hopefully with a grimace.
That ship has sailed and it’s not docking anytime soon, you think wryly. “No, you goofball,” you respond instead, “that I’m an adult. Everything’s going to be fine!”
“Alright, okay, but just- just promise me you’ll be smart tonight and play it safe.”
With three fingers held aloft, you answer solemnly, “I promise.”
“And don’t let Steve talk you into doing something stupid, okay? No honeypot insanity or trying to sneak into rooms or anything, you got it?”
You press your lips to your cousin’s cheek and then wipe away the smudged lipstick. “Relax, Danny. The man’s a former SEAL. What could possibly go wrong?”
You open the door of the en-suite bathroom with a small smirk tugging at your lips as Danny splutters on behind you in answer to your incendiary question.
As soon as your stiletto touches down on the carpeted floor of the luxury hotel room, you’re hit with an enthusiastic, “Woah, baby!”
“You like?” you ask with a grin, holding your arms out at your sides and giving Tani a spin to show off the dress.
Tani laughs appreciatively and lets out a low whistle. “You are smokin’ hot. I am looking… disrespectfully,” she concludes after pretending to mull over her word choice. She sneaks a glance over at her boss who’s trying and failing to draw his gaze away from the high slit that’s showing off a majority of your leg, then steps closer to you and drops her voice. “And I’m not the only one.” You shush your friend quickly and she ducks away from your playful smack with another peal of laughter.
“Wow,” Steve breathes out, practically sporting heart-eyes as he drinks in the black silk hugging every curve of your body. His piercing blue eyes blaze a trail of heat from the stilettos on your feet to the low bun your hair is swept into, and you feel your skin grow warm under his attention.
“You look pretty wow yourself,” you remark, appreciating the smart tux he’s donned, the perfectly tailored suit accenting every defined muscle on his powerful body. The blush on your face deepens when your gaze meets his, catching a glimpse of a hungry predator on the prowl.
“No, but you, Y/N,” Steve counters, his voice a low growl, “you just- I mean- wow.” He looks ready to pounce, and you’re positive he would forego the event in lieu of spending the evening in bed if there wasn’t a case riding on your performance tonight- and your cousin who you’re keeping your relationship a secret from less than a foot away.
Danny snaps in his face, directing the brunette’s attention to him. “Don’t you gawk at her like that. Paws off my baby cousin, you hear me? Better use the right head tonight, Steven, I swear.”
You dart your eyes over to your boyfriend and make an intentionally obscene gesture with your hands, indicating which head you’re thinking about. He covers up his laugh with a cough, then hurries to reassure his partner. “Danno, c’mon. I’m a perfect gentleman. Aren’t I, Y/N?”
“You’re an animal, is what you are,” your beloved cousin continues his tirade, answering for you. “Just remember I’m watching, huh? I’ve got eyes on all the cameras.”
“Alright, people, focus now,” Lou admonishes gently, handing you and Steve small communications devices that you fit snugly into your ear, out of plain sight. “Y’all remember the plan?”
“Stand there and look pretty. Don’t get shot at,” you dutifully list off your objectives for the op with an exaggerated waggling of your eyebrows while Steve tests the microphone tucked away in his bow tie. “As an unofficial member of Five-0 now, do I get a gun?”
“Are you insane?” Danny cries as Steve asks, genuinely, “Where would you even hide a gun in that dress?”
Unable to resist, you shoot him a coy smile and challenge, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Commander?”
“Woah.” Your cousin holds his hands up between the two of you and declares, “Flag on the play. Don’t- Don’t do that. No flirting. Get in, entice Lee to steal your fake diamonds, get out. Deal?”
“We’ve got it, Detective,” Steve huffs, bending down to adjust his ankle holster.
Junior approaches then with a gorgeous looking diamond necklace and announces, “Got our bait here, boss.”
“Excellent,” Steve says, taking the jewelry from him and motioning for you to turn around. He gathers the necklace in one hand, his fingers drifting across your shoulder and collarbone to grasp one end before he fits it snugly around your neck. The simple touch has your veins flooding with heat, but you tamp down your reaction, keenly aware of the multiple sets of eyes on the two of you. “Tight enough?” he murmurs, and you nod in response, not yet trusting your voice.
“Oh, and one more thing!” Lou reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box, opening it with a flourish to reveal one simple silver band, the other studded with diamonds. “Little extra bling for good measure.” Your cheeks flush at the sight, and you turn your face away from Steve while you slide the wedding ring onto your finger.
One glance at its mate on your boyfriend’s hand has you weak in the knees, and Tani whispers, “Girl, you are down bad.”
“Shut up,” you hiss, fighting the blush threatening to give you away. Steve approaches with one eyebrow raised in curiosity, and you clear your throat before taking the arm he’s offered to you. You tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow, pressing yourself close to him and sending a sharp look to your older cousin when you feel his eyes boring holes into the two of you. “Knock it off, Danny.”
He cups your face between his hands and pulls you closer to press a kiss to your forehead with an apologetic smile. “Be smart. Be safe. I love you. You watch her back, okay?” He directs the last comment to his best friend with all the gruffness of a father sending his daughter off to prom.
“I will, Danny,” Steve answers solemnly, squeezing your hand.
“Alright, buddy. But not too close, okay? Remember, I’m always watch-”
You pull the door shut behind you with a sigh. Steve guides you down the hallway towards the elevators, and your grip on his arm tightens at the prospect of what you’re about to do.
Steve immediately intuits your nerves and offers a soothing, “Hey, you’re okay.” He takes your left hand in his, his right hand coming to rest on the small of your back so you feel completely enveloped by his steadying presence. He lets his thumb drift back and forth across your skin, just above where the fabric drapes at the base of your spine, and your comms come crackling to life. “Higher.”
Steve shifts his hand up with a chuckle, and your cousin begrudgingly remarks, “Better.”
The moment relieves some of your tension, and you shake your head before pressing the call button for the elevator. The lavish gold doors open to reveal an already sizable group dressed to the nines and clearly heading to the big casino-sponsored event downstairs. Steve applies gentle pressure on your back to guide you into the elevator, and as you descend each floor and the crowd grows, you’re forced closer together in the corner. “You’re wearing a new perfume,” Steve comments, his lips right by your ear to avoid your conversation being picked up by his mic.
“How observant,” you reply. “My boyfriend bought it for me.”
“He has excellent taste,” he continues the charade, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at the compliment. With the crowd in the elevator blocking the camera’s view, Steve allows his fingers to glide down your spine until they reach their intended destination, and he sucks in a sharp breath when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under your dress. You smirk to yourself but quickly lose the upper hand, forced to swallow down a gasp when the elevator doors open into the lobby and Steve brazenly palms your ass while calmly stating, “Target acquired.”
“We see him, too,” Junior affirms. “East corner of the lobby, talking to the concierge.”
“Come on, darling,” Steve croons, settling into character- or rather dropping your usual act. “Let’s go win me some more money to spend on you.”
__________
“No entry without invitation, sir.”
You crane your neck to look up at the beefy bodyguard at the entrance to the high roller section. His biceps must be the size of your head, if not bigger, he’s got at least 6 inches on Steve, and his hulking form is completely blocking your view of the room behind him.
“Honey,” you murmur, “you brought it with you, didn’t you?”
Steve gives you an easy smile and pulls a gold-plated poker chip from the breast pocket of his tux. “Of course, my love.”
“Alright, enough with the cutesy nicknames,” Danny gripes, and you’re forced to stifle a laugh at Tani admonishing him in the background. The security guard pulls back the velvet rope to let you pass, and you duck behind the curtain to cross into the high roller area.
The room is a sea of expensive suits and sparkling cocktail dresses. A thick cloud of sweet-smelling smoke has settled in the air from the Cubans lit around the room, and the distinct symphony of ice clinking in glass tumblers joins the hum of dealers murmuring at their tables.
“Why don’t you go get us a drink and I’ll find a table to join?”
“The usual?” you purr in question, running your manicured fingers across the lapel of Steve’s suit.
“That’s perfect,” he assents, squeezing your hip before releasing you to do your own recon. Then you feel his fingers lace through yours and he murmurs, “Y/N, wait.” When you turn back to Steve, he tugs you closer by your connected hands and presses his lips to yours in a kiss that has your head buzzing before a drop of alcohol has even hit your tongue. “Lee’s watching,” he whispers against your mouth by way of explanation.
“Then let’s give him something to look at,” you respond with a glint in your eye, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. Steve’s left hand comes up to rest on the nape of your neck as the other caresses the diamond fitted snuggly against the hollow of your throat, making sure that it catches the light just so as you lay the groundwork for your operation tonight.
“He’s practically suffocating her,” Danny cries in the hotel room upstairs, hands raised while he stares at the two of you in disbelief. “What’d I say about ‘not too close’, huh? Animal.”
“Okay, lovebirds, get some air,” Lou chuckles over your comms. “Seems like our man Lee has his eye on the prize now.”
Junior leans over to Tani as he watches the two of you part ways on screen, tracking your path to the bar with a skeptical brow. “Is it just me, or was that… intense?”
“C’mon, Junes,” she laughs breezily. “That is theater at its finest.”
“One scotch on the rocks, and one vodka tonic that’s light on the tonic,” you place your order at the bar, absentmindedly letting your fingers drift over the diamonds as you peruse the top shelf.
“Easy there, cowgirl,” Danny coaches in your ear. You look around for the nearest mounted dome camera and make a face at it. “Real mature, kid.”
You feel a heated gaze on your back, and you turn to flash a coy smile at Mister Jason Lee, the suspected brains behind the smuggling operation, before collecting your drinks and making your way back to Steve.
“He’s interested,” you murmur in his ear as you bend down to place the glass between his hands on the table. “But we need to really hook him. Better start throwing some money around, hotshot.”
“Go ahead, baby,” Steve says animatedly, attracting the attention of the other players around the table. He makes a big show of closing his eyes and letting you bet for him, clearly unaffected by winning or losing a few hundred on your blind faith. As you lean over to push a stack of chips towards the pot, you hear an appreciative titter around the table and turn to find Steve with one eye very obviously peeking- but definitely not at what your hands are doing.
“Naughty boy,” you scold playfully, and he offers his palms in an act of mock deference.
“Can you blame the man?” one of the other players barks out through a raucous laugh, and you smile politely even though their leering eyes make your skin crawl. When you bend to retrieve your drink, Steve moves closer with a grin and whispers in your ear, “If one of them so much as breathes in your direction, I’ll break off every one of their fingers and feed them to ‘em, okay, mama?”
Acutely aware that Danny and the rest of the team are watching your every interaction, you suppress a shiver and murmur back, “Sir, yes, sir.”
Steve has mixed luck on his first few hands, but you’re sure to make a big show of celebrating each win with a kiss that has the older women in the room clutching their proverbial pearls and Lee hanging onto your every move. You toy with the necklace as a nervous habit each time Steve places his bet and let your fingers trail across his broad shoulders as he studies each hand, squeezing affectionately every now and then.
“I hate this,” Danny declares, a dismayed frown tugging at his lips as he watches you on the live CCTV footage. On the small screen, you drape your arms around Steve’s neck and press a kiss to his cheek before murmuring something in his ear that’s too quiet for the hidden mic to pick up but has Steve grinning like a fool. “I hate this. Why did I let him talk me into this? Putz.”
“Relax, Danny,” Lou attempts to soothe his ruffled feathers. “They’re doing great.”
“Hey, hey, look!” Tani calls to garner their attention. “They’ve lured Lee in. He’s about to make contact.”
“Good evening,” he opens politely, pulling out the chair next to Steve.
“Evening,” your boyfriend offers in kind.
“Do you mind if I join you for the next hand?”
“Not at all,” you purr. “Perhaps you can help break my husband’s current losing streak.”
“With a good luck charm like you on his arm?” Lee counters smoothly. “Impossible.”
“From your mouth to the cards’ ears,” you laugh airily. “Let me go get you another drink, my love,” you say to excuse yourself, running your hand down Steve’s arm to collect his glass. “Can I get you anything, Mister…?”
“Good girl,” Tani praises you quietly over your comms.
“Lee,” he supplies. “But please, call me Jason.” He raises the remaining amber liquid in his glass with a smile then says, “Perhaps when I finish this drink, I’ll have what your husband’s having. Clearly he’s got excellent taste.” The way his eyes wander across your body isn’t lost on you.
“Arrogant son of a bitch,” Lou scoffs to his fellow team members upstairs. “Not even using an alias.”
Steve notices Lee’s hungry gaze straying from his cards to appreciate your form against the backdrop of the expansive bar and remarks, “Beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Indeed,” he agrees, swirling the expensive liquor in his glass before taking a sip. “Women like that are hard to find. As rare as that diamond around her neck.”
“Laying it on thick there, buddy,” Danny comments over your comms, and you steal a glance over to the table. “Take the bait, Steve.”
“Only the finest for my girl.”
When you return to the table with your and Steve’s drinks in hand, he hooks his ankle around the chair beside him and tugs it close for you to sit by him. “Slick move, double-oh-five-oh,” you murmur appreciatively in his ear before nipping at his earlobe. He seems extra possessive now, his hand either resting on your thigh, or your hip, or the back of your neck, always maintaining some form of skin to skin contact while the other holds his cards, and you can’t help but wonder what transpired between the two men.
Leaning over, Steve presses his lips to the point where your pulse thrums along your throat and asks, “What should we bet, beautiful girl?”
“Hm?” Your gaze is hazy, more so drunk on Steve’s touch than alcohol, and the unbidden thought that you can’t wait for this guy to be in cuffs so you can take your man home crosses your mind. You run your manicured fingers down his cheek and answer coyly, “I want you to go all in.”
The two of you dutifully ignore Danny’s protesting in your ears at your overt innuendo as Steve pushes his stack of chips to the center of the table.
“A bold move,” Lee declares with a whistle.
“What’s a few thousand when I have a million on my arm, hm?” your boyfriend counters with a sly glance in your direction.
“Let’s make this a real game. I’m all in, too.”
The dealer flips over the river card, and Steve’s arm tenses beneath your fingertips. The other few players around the table toss their cards aside with a sigh, but Lee looks over at the two of you with a grin, presenting his hand- a flush- with a flourish. He stands to collect the pot but Steve holds up one finger.
“Not so fast, my friend,” he laughs, his confidence making your body grow warm. Steve lays his hand out on the table with a smug smile. “Full house. Aces over eights.”
You let out an excited squeal, genuinely delighted at such a triumphant win, and pull Steve toward you by the lapels of his jacket to mold your lips to his. He makes an appreciative noise low in the back of his throat and his hand comes up to cup your neck in an overtly possessive manner that has you melting into his embrace. You feel his fingers playing with the clasp resting at the nape of your neck, and then the necklace falls into your lap, the next phase of your ruse in full effect now.
You pull back with a gasp and pout at Steve, your eyes wide. “It broke!”
“Then I’ll buy you ten more,” he answers easily, shrugging off your concern. “Go put it upstairs and don’t give it a second thought, okay?” He presses his lips to yours once more and gives you an affectionate pat below the dip of your dress when you stand that has you blushing. You can practically feel Danny’s laser eyes through the screen where he’s watching you.
You make sure to wobble the tiniest bit when you move, steadying yourself on Steve’s shoulder with a laugh. “What was our room number, honey?”
He shares a knowing look with your mark, then jokes, “How many vodka tonics have you had, hm? How many fingers am I holding up?” He has his fist raised and you smack at his chest with an eye roll. “217, my love,” Steve supplies before taking your hand and kissing the wedding band adorning your ring finger.
You head upstairs to the empty room the team had rented for this very purpose and place the necklace in the carefully concealed safe in the cupboard. When you return to the table, you find Steve alone.
“Where’s our friend?”
“Turned in for the night after that big loss,” your boyfriend supplies, winking at you. “Shall we?”
He offers you his arm, and after collecting his winnings, the two of you make your way to the lobby to lie in wait. “You’re going to be insufferable about that win forever now, aren’t you?”
“You said I was bad at poker,” Steve reminds you.
“You still are,” you fire back. “Dumb luck one time does not a skilled player make.”
“Jeez, boss,” Junior’s voice comes crackling in over your comms. “Want some ice for that burn?”
“Would you just- would you shut up and focus on the room, please?”
After a few minutes of waiting with no sighting of Lee, you lean into Steve’s chest and ask the team, “Anything?”
“Girl, hop off the mic,” Lou admonishes you, and you jump back from Steve. “We can hear you when you talk normally. Damn.”
Leaning back in, this time you whisper, “Sorry, guys.”
“Hey, McGarrett?” Tani speaks calmly but you can hear an edge of tension to her voice. “At your 4 o’clock, there’s two guys in suits who’ve had an eye on your table all night. I thought they were watching for potential card counting but they seem to have taken an interest in you and Y/N.”
“Copy,” Steve says quietly, pulling you closer to his body in a protective move in case all hell breaks loose.
“Let’s just show them we’re not a threat,” you offer.
“You want to go back in?”
“I was thinking of a more… hands on approach.” As the clicking of Italian leather shoes on the polished floor grows closer to you, you spin Steve around and push him against the wall, crashing into him for a heated kiss. His strong hands caress your bare back for a moment before one stays put to hold you against him while the other deftly undoes the knot holding your bun, your hair cascading down to its full length so Steve can use it for better leverage. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as he kisses you like a man starved until you’re shaken from your stupor by yelling approaching the lobby.
“Hey! Five-0! Stop running, dumbass!”
Without opening your eyes or breaking your kiss, you stick your foot out at the opportune time, making contact with the ankle of your diamond thief’s leg so he goes sprawling. There’s a faint splash to your right, and when you pull away for a breath, you can see your necklace winking at you from the lobby fountain.
Danny catches up to the scene and yells, “Hands- hey! Hands!”
Lee raises his hands above his head with a sigh, but your cousin continues on, “You two! Yeah, let me see your hands, too!” You turn to find Danny’s gun aimed at the diamond smuggler, but his fiery eyes are trained on you while Tani and Junior wrestle the other two lackeys to the floor nearby. You exchange a look with Steve, then feel the warmth of his palms leave your bare skin as the two of you slowly raise your hands as well. Clearing your throat, you offer meekly, “We’re really into method acting?”
“We’ll talk about this later,” Danny growls, slapping zip ties on a defiant Lee and ratcheting them tight before hauling him to his feet.
“Hey, man, ease up,” he whines and Danny barks, “You shut up.” He continues lamenting his woes audibly as he leads the thief to the waiting squad car, grumbling, “Had enough of all of you. My baby cousin and my best friend. Christ. What am I gonna tell my aunt?”
Steve whistles low under his breath when Danny’s out of earshot, then mutters, “That could’ve gone better.”
“On the plus side,” you comment, “he still referred to you as his best friend.”
Tani shoots you a sympathetic smile when she passes by with the man she apprehended, but Junior wastes no time leaning in and playfully tutting, “Bus-ted.” Steve raises one eyebrow and he tacks on a hurried, “Sir.”
—————
With Lee and his crew stewing in interrogation and HPD clearing the scene, you’re left sitting on the couch in Steve’s office like kids who got sent to the principal for misbehaving in school. The three of you must look ridiculous from the rest of the team’s point of view- you clad in spare clothes from Steve’s wardrobe in his office that you’re positively swimming in, your 40-plus-year-old boyfriend in a full tux with his bow tie and top few buttons undone, hand pressed over his mouth to avoid saying something that will further incense your cousin, and said cousin still dressed in his shirt and tie pacing the floor in front of you with his hands flying to emphasize every point he makes.
“And you-” Danny pauses his pacing to point an accusatory finger at his best friend. “How old are you, huh?” The finger changes angles to point at you. “And how old is she?”
“Do you want me to actually answer the quest-”
“No, Steve, they’re rhetorical questions! I know how old you are, and I’ll tell you! Too old for my baby cousin, that’s how old, huh? What’s the matter with you?”
“Why don’t you let Y/N speak for herself, Danny? Gotta let her grow up, buddy, c’mon now.”
“Thank you!” you cry. “Can I say something?”
The blonde and brunette duo turns to look at you with the same infuriating, incredulous look before simultaneously deciding, “No.”
“Alright, y’know what?” You slap your hands against your thighs and stand with a huff. “You two-” You point back and forth between Steve and Danny before continuing, “You work out your little marital spat. Daniel, when you’re ready to talk to me like the adult I am, I’ll be with Tani. After I drink some water. Because I’m still buzzed.” With that, you attempt to walk out of your boyfriend’s office with your head held high but are thwarted by the door, pushing on it to no avail.
“It’s a pull-” Danny says quietly, and Steve jumps in at the same time, “Pull, babe, you gotta pull on the-”
“I got it,” you bark at them, tugging on the glass door with a grumble about architectural intuitiveness.
After a long conversation with Steve and a short interrogation with Lee and his associates, Danny finds you nursing a bottle of water in Tani’s office, as promised. She slips out as your cousin takes a seat next to you, pulling you into a hug that you allow yourself to melt into even though you mutter all the while under your breath about his overprotective nature.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t just tell me you were seeing Steve.”
Woah. What?
“What?” Danny laughs. “You were right. We should talk about this like adults.”
“Did I say that out loud?”
“The ‘Woah. What?’? Yeah, you did, babe, it was very much not an inside thought.”
“Excellent,” you laugh, nodding solemnly. “Well, um, thank you for that. And sorry for not coming out and just telling you.”
“Guess I made it pretty hard for you to tell me, huh? What with the two rules and-”
“Yup.”
“But everybody else knew or-”
“Tani knew, cause she’s my girl, y’know. Grace figured it out pretty quickly. Pretty sure Lou’s had a feeling since at least Thanksgiving, honestly.”
Danny sits back with a start, pulling away from your hug. “How long has this been going on?”
With a sigh, you realize it’s time to come clean. “You remember when I wanted to go on that dive with you, and you said I should take Steve since you don’t ‘do water’? Well, Steve took me to this really beautiful dive spot and we kind of made a day of it so…”
“That was like-”
“A while-”
“Like seven months ago!”
“I mean, we didn’t exactly start dating on that day- well, no, we kind of did,” you correct yourself quietly, biting your lip with a grimace, but Danny’s already halfway across the floor back to Steve’s office. Lou takes the opportunity to poke his head in to check on you and you draw out a slow, “So Lou…” He raises one eyebrow in question, and you dare to ask, “Would now be a bad time to tell Danny about Will and Grace?”
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Monthly Reading List #May’18
Hello there!
Another month is gone and it’s about time again for my monthly recommendations! I really love to share these amazing stories from unbelievable talented writers with you! It’s always a blessing for me to collect it!
So, tomorrow is the day of the day: I’ll start my new job in a nearby hospital. I’m nervous and excited and just can’t wait because it’s damn time after three months of doing all but nothing!
Though, that’s not really true. I did something: I found out that I not only love to read fanfiction, but also write fanfiction on my own. But since I’m an absolute beginner in writing and furthermore English isn’t my first language, I’m struggling a bit.
So, I thought maybe I give a call to all these amazing readers and talented writers out there and maybe find one or the other I can tag and help me improve my writing? It doesn’t matter if you help me through reblogging, liking, feedbacks or even being a beta. Maybe you can challenge me with requests? I can use any help that is offered and I would really, really, really appreciate it! I mean, simple as it is, it’s learning by doing ;) But without being aware of my mistakes how should I improve then? I really hope to learn from all of you out there, because writing is really fun and even if I can’t see in the future and don’t now yet how my new job will influence my writing, I want to keep doing it!
But before I’m boring you, this is enough of me. Now enjoy the following list and cry, laugh and be happy with it like I was! Until next month ;)
Avengers
James ‘Bucky’ Barnes
A Second Chance Part 1 | tbc @acreativelydifferentlove
Assembling @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Attention! | We don’t talk anymore... | Dangerously. | How Long? | Done For Me- @221bshrlocked
Balconies and Libraries @acreativelydifferentlove
Bashful Creatures Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 @buckymcbuttfacebarnes
Bring it on! @prettyyoungtragedy
Bucky, the Vampire Slayer - Masterlist @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
Coffee and Texts @bolontiku
Come Back to Me @until-theend-oftheline
Emotions Part 1 | Part 2 @buckimagines
Focused @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.” @oriona75
I`ll Always Be With You My Love @storiesofthefandomlovers
I Need You @theimpossibleg1rl
Jealous @buckybarnesxreader
Late Nights at the Office @after-avenging-hours
Lets Play @acreativelydifferentlove
Love is For Children Part 1 | Part 2 @sebseyesandbuckysthighs
Mean Girls @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
Mixed Signals @captainrogerss
Moonlight Swim @moondancewrites
Now You’re Mine @theimpossibleg1rl
Rehab Rewards Part 1 | Part 2 | tbc @teamcap4bucky
Romeo and Juliet Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | tbc @spidersholland
Safe House @acreativelydifferentlove
Save the Last Dance for Me @captainrogerss
Sharing Masterlist @promarvelfangirl
Spring Fever @acreativelydifferentlove
Sunshine & Motor Oil @erisjade
Talk Dirty to Me @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
Tell Me How @jamie-leah
Thin Walls @jamie-leah
Trepidation Part 1 | Part 2 | tbc @cumonbucky
Unrequited @justsomebucky
What Did You Just Call Me? @cleolemonfanfiction
Wavy @papi-chulo-bucky
Steve Rogers
A Restless Night @221bshrlocked
Can We Save Us @captain-ariel-barnes
Cloudburst - Masterlist @samingtonwilson
Five Minutes with Steve @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse
Infatuated @sebastixnstxn
No More Apologies @4theluvofall
“Rescue” @bolontiku
Size Perfect @sarahp879
Surprise Welcome @until-theend-oftheline
The Boy From Brooklyn @captain-rogers-beard
Too Long @justreadingfics
“Trust me, I love you.” - Bumps and scrapes | Open wounds and Blood | Stitches and blood transfusions @prettyyoungtragedy
Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
jealous @flightofthefantasies
Lesson Learned @floatingpetals
Movie Night Part 1 | Part 2 @loveisfriendship
Two for One Master Post @captain-rogers-beard
Stucky
Bait With a Punch @until-theend-oftheline
Dreams Come True @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
It’s A Date @until-theend-oftheline
Just Enough Time @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan
Morning after @prettyyoungtragedy
The White Palace Part 1 | Part 2 | tbc @angryschnauzer
Thor
Sparks Fly @acreativelydifferentlove
Winterhawk
464. @winterhawkkisses
“Here, let me.” @winterhawkkisses
What do they do when they can't sleep? @winterhawkkisses
Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? @winterhawkkisses
“You’re hurt” @clintbartonruinedmylife
Hawaii 5-0
Steve McGarrett
Daddy’s Girl @amarabliss
Things Fall Apart Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | tbc @amarabliss
Priest
Vascar
I’ll Be Gentle @bookcaseninja
Star Trek
Five minute ficlet @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse
James T. Kirk
Imagine Jim being nervous about your date @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy
Among My Stillness @outside-the-government
Plaid and Jeans @iguess-theyre-mymess
Student Loans - Masterlist @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
McKirk
Anything Like Me Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | tbc @pinkamour1588
Are you done sulking? @haveyouseenmymind
Diagnosis: Love @goingknowherewastaken
Don’t bite the hand…(That jerks you) @pinkamour1588
First Impressions are important @haveyouseenmymind
Little Things @pinkamour1588
Night Blues @haveyouseenmymind
Our Forbidden Love @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets
Plausible Attraction @goingknowherewastaken
Ten years @auduna-druitt
The Incident @haveyouseenmymind
Things you never said @southernbellestatues
things you said after you kissed me @lovelyleonard
Together @yallneedtrek
McKirk x OCs
Ready or Not Part One | Part Two | tbc @auduna-druitt
Supernatural
Fledgling Furor @crispychrissy
My Stack @crispychrissy
Sweet Karma @crispychrissy
Valentwins @crispychrissy
Castiel
Learning to Fly @crispychrissy
Dean Winchester
A Ruff Few Days @crispychrissy
First Day @crispychrissy
Just Me @crispychrissy
Magnolias in the Country @carryonmywaywardcaptain
Talk to Me @crispychrissy
Two Birds with One Song @crispychrissy
Sam Winchester
Actions and Words @crispychrissy
Crazy = Genius @crispychrissy
It’s Greek to Me @crispychrissy
Knife to Meet You @crispychrissy
One Wish @crispychrissy
Pitted @crispychrissy
Relieving Tension @crispychrissy
The Unexpected Guest @crispychrissy
The Bronze
Lance Tucker
Comfort @jbbmoved
Curves And Edges Masterlist @jaamesbbarnes
Dilemma @jaamesbbarnes
In His Eyes @cumonbucky
Jealousy @jaamesbbarnes
Mine @jaamesbbarnes
Not My Friends @jbbmoved
Office sex @jaamesbbarnes
Secret @jbbmoved
takes some time @theassetseyeliner
Wonder Woman
Steve Trevor
Imagine sharing a tent with Steve @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Crossing fandoms
Steve Rogers x Jim Kirk
Captain @iguess-theyre-mymess
Race @iguess-theyre-mymess
Monster @monstersandmaw
10 sentence drabbles
male werewolf x trans!guy
yautja x female reader
male grey alien x female reader
large male Minotaur x smol gem reader
Big furry beast x gf (not present)
male naga x female reader
kelpie x female reader
drowsy and soft satyr x female reader
male gargoyle x male reader
Female banshee x male reader
male centaur x male reader
mothman x nb reader
shark!merman x female reader
Stories
Merman x female reader
Hellhound
Shadow Monster Lover
Deaf Werewolf Part One | Part Two
Gargoyle x fem reader
Shadow
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Candyman
Steve McGarrett x wife!Reader
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tickling, gets a little smutty but not too bad
This was yet another lovely request from @supergirl000983 where she asked me to write about Mcgarrett's wife being super ticklish so he ties her to the bed naked and tickles her every where. I changed things up a little bit, dear, but hopefully you like it!
It had barely been a month since you said your ‘I do’s’ and you were still adjusting to married life. Moving into the McGarrett home didn’t take you long seeing as your tiny apartment only held so much. Steve had tried to get you to move in with him a year ago but you insisted on keeping your own place. The apartment was closer to your job and it was your own personal space. Now that you were Mrs. Steven McGarrett, you were fine with giving up your bachelorette pad and joining your life with the Commander. It was nice to have a large house to call your own, share every space with the love of your life, wake up every morning with your best friend. But now that the honeymoon was over, you were starting to realize what living with another person was truly like.
Not that Steve was a messy or disorganized person, he was was actually pretty particular about things. Not to mention, the Commander was a morning person, up hours before you spending time running and swimming and whatever else. The guy was an amazing cook though which meant he made most meals which was fine with you. But the guy did not know how to properly do laundry, which left you with that job. You didn’t do windows and he didn’t like to do floors, so there was a lot of compromising and dividing chores in order to make living together smoother. It would take time to mesh your daily routines and little habits together under one roof. But you had married the guy, so you were clearly willing to do whatever it took to make it work.
Safe to say that marriage life was more complicated than you had originally planned. Especially when you were married to the head of five-0. Crazy hours, near death experiences, late nights, phone calls on high speed chases. Not to mention the bloody clothes, the gun holsters, bullet proof vests and now the military dog that Steve had taken in. When you weren’t worried out of your mind you were clinging to the damn SEAL like your life depended on it. Eddie wasn’t a bad companion during the evenings and weekends you were home. He liked to help you clean up after your dinners alone and watch television with you on the couch. But as hard as it was, you wouldn’t change a minute of it. You loved your life with Steve and every second with him was precious.
Today you had gotten off work early and were more than ready to get home and take advantage of your free time. As soon as you stepped into the house, Eddie had jumped at you barking with excitement. Being in a good mood all day, you shared in his excitement and lavished him with pets and kisses. You wasted no time in stripping out of your work clothes and after switching on your mp3 player you jumped in the shower. Steve didn’t really like your taste in music so you only got to blare it when he wasn’t home. And when you talked to your husband last, it would be awhile before he was home. So you sang and danced along to the music as you washed up. The singing and dancing continued even after you climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you.
You practically hopped down the stairs to plug your player into the stereo and crank up the music even louder. Eddie even began to join in as you twisted your hips and bounced about. You shimmied into the kitchen, feeding the dog before you hustled to the fridge for the bottle of wine. You squealed with excitement when one of your favorite songs came on. Christina Aguilera's voice flowed through the speakers like honey and you couldn’t help but smile wide. Pouring the red liquid into a wine glass you danced across the kitchen to begin cooking up your lunch.
I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
The words left your lips from memory, thinking about a certain Navy Commander that this song always reminded you of. Unbeknownst to you as you busied yourself in the kitchen, that the front door had been unlocked and a special visitor had stepped in. The man’s nose wrinkled when he heard the music booming through the house but it quickly changed to a smile when he faintly heard your voice mingling with the pop star’s. Steve held a finger to his lips to silence Eddie who had ran to greet him, going unnoticed by his female owner. The Commander pet the dog in passing before making his way to the kitchen.
A wide grin spread on his face when he spotted you, your ass shaking in your little white towel as you sipped your wine. His tall frame leaned against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched silently. You were a sight to behold. Taking spices from the shelves, tossing in vegetables, all the while swiveling your hips and bouncing in place. He was surprised you had been able to keep that towel on with how much you were moving around. Your damp hair was flopping about as your head moved with your singing. From time to time, you would use your glass as your microphone before sipping from it.
He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman
While you were continuing on as if no one was watching, Steve had advanced toward you. The words fell fondly from your lips before you licked across your plump lips before taking the bottom one between your teeth. He couldn’t see your face but he could always tell when you were chewing on your lip and it always drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait any longer and when you broke into the next part of the song, his arms came to wrap around your waist, his mouth coming to the crook of your neck.
You squealed nearly dropping your wine, causing Steve to laugh against your skin. The breath and the feel of his stubble against your skin caused you to break into giggles. Steve’s face spread into a wide smile before he began to blow a raspberry into your neck and you squealed with laughter. Before you could spill your precious alcohol, you set it down by the stove and turned around to face your husband. You tried to keep a stern angry face but seeing his blue eyes dazzle you just couldn’t pull it off. Instead, your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled yourself up on your tiptoes to plant a loving kiss against his lips. The song continued as the Commander slid his hands down your back to cup your ass. You bit your bottom lip once again.
Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot
He had lips like sugar cane
Good things come to boys who wait
You sang along before gently pushing him away with your hands on his chest, your tongue sliding sinfully over your pink lips. You could see the disappointment and yet arousal in your husband’s eyes but you simply smirked. Turning around, you went back to your meal, not wanting to burn it like the last time he had snuck in on you. Your hips and ass moved more emphatically now as you finished and plated your food. For your teasing, Steve planted a firm slap to your toweled behind and it only made you shake it again.
Once the stove was off and you walked around the kitchen island, you set your plate on the table and turned to look over your shoulder. Your husband had brought himself right up behind you, his large hands finding your hips and pulling your back against his front. His hands slowly began to slide up your sides, fingers tapping and gently moving against the towel your naked body was hiding under. You bit your lip to try and suppress the giggle that was threatening to erupt at the touch. He knew how ticklish you were and he knew exactly what he was doing. But you weren’t about to break. You had food to eat and you tried to act disinterested.
He's a one stop shop with a real big uh
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman
This time it was Steve that sang along with the words. He was right against your ear now, his hot breath falling against your skin and making you tremble. Your eyes had widened when you heard the words from his mouth, wondering when he had learned the words to a song he claimed to hate. You could feel him smirking against your skin when he began to kiss lightly down your neck. It tickled and yet burned and yet sent shivers down your spine. Your head lulled back to rest against his chest, your bottom lip pinned between your teeth as your eyes closed. You hated that you always caved so easily for this man and yet you loved every second of it.
A moan left your lips when his hand lifted to glide lightly over the skin of your chest. Your collarbone, the top of your breasts. The feeling caused you to tremble and a small laugh pushed through your bit lip. Both hands now gripped your sides and spun you around to face him, his lips finding and capturing yours in a fiery kiss. When your arms came up to wrap around his neck, he was swift to wrap his hands around your wrists and put your hands behind your head. “Keep them up.” He gave a low grown as a wicked smirk spread across his face. You pouted dramatically but your head nodded your compliance.
His hands slowly made their way down your forearms, over your elbows, down the inside of your arm. When his fingers glided over the sensitive skin of your underarms, your body wriggled as you choked a quiet laugh. This only further encouraged him, his grin growing as his hands carried on down. He easily unhooked the towel and it fell to the floor, leaving your cool naked body standing before him in the kitchen. You let out a slow breath as you held eye contact, your skin turning a faint shade of red. Even after all these years, he could still make you blush. The way he looked at you like he could just eat you up, the predatory gaze he held, it was always too much.
He gently caressed you for a few moments before you saw that wicked gleam in his eyes and your blood ran cold. “Don’t you dare, Steven!” You squealed. But it was not enough. His hands immediately began to tickle you relentlessly, sending you into a fit of loud laughter. Your hands didn’t remain behind your head, instead they moved in front of your body to try and shield you from Steve’s attacks. His mouth joined his hands in the tickles by coming to your neck, blowing and biting to make your writhe within his grasp. “Stop!” You cried breathlessly between screams of giggles.
Once you were out of breath and sitting on the kitchen table, Steve seemed satisfied. He stopped his assault and brought a sweet kiss to your lips. You slapped him against the chest but your breathless laugh and your dazzling eyes gave away your contentment. He stared at you for a moment, a warm smile taking over his features. With one arm around your waist, his other hand moved to draw a line down your middle. The rough digit sliding between your breasts, over your stomach, around your navel, and against your inner thigh. The feeling left you between a laugh and a gasp. The calloused skin against your smoothness was both ticklish and erotic.
Impatient, he pushed your back flat against the table and positioned himself between your legs. His hands came around your wrists again and before you could blink, he had pulled a pair of cuffs from his pocket. And just like that you were cuffed to the chair on the other side of the table, keeping your arms above your head. This left your naked body exposed to him to do with as he wished and you had no way to defend yourself. Your legs wrapped around his trim waist, pulling him against you as he grinned, leaning forward to flick his tongue against your chest.
With just one finger on each hand, he was able to torture you. He drug his fingers over your armpits and the tips met at your collarbone before the moved down the valley between your breasts. Parting again, his fingers made light circles around your breasts, spiraling around on their way up to the tip of your supple mounds. Your body tried to wiggle under his touch but instead you could only tighten your legs around his middle. The soft touches were tickling you oh, so good and after his fingertips flicked your nipples, he returned to your collarbone. The slow torture continued as his fingers slid through the valley and down your stomach, causing you to writhe again. One finger circled your belly button for a moment before he touched softly over your hipbones.
It was like he enjoyed to torture you like this. He knew that not only did it cause you to giggle and writhe like crazy, it also turned you like nothing else. His name fell from your lips as a half laugh, half moan and he hummed in approval. He had not planned on any of this when he decided to come home early. He hadn’t even expected you to be home. He was going to get cleaned up maybe go for a swim and have dinner ready for you by the time you got home. But he liked the way things were turning out much better. You gave him an evil glare as his finger dared to ruffle the little tuft of hair between your legs. He just gave a wide grin, his thumb replacing his pointer finger.
The pad of his thumb flattened over your hooded mound, rubbing circles against the moist skin. His other hand caught you off guard by ghosting his fingers over the sensitive skin of your pelvic bone down to your inner thighs. It was hard to focus on just one sensation. So instead you were overwhelmed by the great love and need for this man. You struggled against the cuffs, wanting more than anything to touch your husband but he shook his head. His lips came down to suck your hard nipple while both hands skated up and down your sides lightly, only continuing to send you into a tizzy.
“God damn it, Steve! Either tickle me or fuck me, I can’t do this anymore!” Your exasperated exclamation only caused him to laugh before he brought his lips to yours, his hands resting on your hips. They no longer tickled, his thumbs just made smooth circles in the dip of your bone. Softly molding his lips against yours, he pressed his pelvis against your core, giving you more friction that you needed.
When he pulled away, he hummed against your lips with a smile. He continued to grind against you, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “So that means I win the tickle fight. Again.” Your eyes rolled and you both laughed and it led to another loving kiss. “Bet you wish that I was ticklish, huh?”
You couldn’t help the grin as your feet pushed against his ass. “Just shut up, Candyman and give me some sugar.” His brows wiggled, giving a quick yes ma’am, he began to strip himself to do exactly that.
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Steve Mcgarrett x reader smut
read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tsATha
by readerinserttrashtbh
Soooooo I might add a chapter to this if people want but I stopped writing right before the smut b/c I'm kind of a pussy. But let me know if you want the next chapter?? but anyway this is Steve getting jealous of reader w/ a female friend and he ends up breaking and confessing how much he wants her b/c I am complETE Steven Mcgarrett trash
Words: 863, Chapters: 0/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hawaii Five-0 (2010)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Steve, Reader, OFC
Relationships: Steve McGarrett/Reader, Steve McGarrett & Reader
Additional Tags: Almost smut?, Smut, Kinda, Jealous Steve McGarrett, bisexual reader, Dom Steve McGarrett
read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tsATha
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Love Game
[A/N: A lovely reader requested the Commander in handcuffs and, well… creative liberties were taken 😈]
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Request: Steve McGarrett x female reader (bondage, implied edging)
“I’ve missed this so much,” you moan into your boyfriend’s mouth, the two of you blindly making your way upstairs to your bedroom and leaving a trail of clothes behind you. When you hear Steve bump into the wooden bedframe, you give him a shove so he falls onto the mattress and you’re left standing before him. His eyes flash a shade darker at your show of dominance, and he raises himself up on his elbows with one eyebrow cocked to ask, “Somebody’s feeling a little feisty, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” you respond with a grin, crawling up the bed until you can comfortably straddle his lap. Steve lets out a soft grunt when you start grinding on him, his hands automatically settling on your waist to guide your movements. The growing wet patch on his underwear from your slick taunts you both with how close he is to being inside you, a single layer of cotton keeping his cock from sliding home.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he breathes out, eyes fluttering shut when you scrape your teeth along his stubbled jaw while continuing to grind on him. You guide his hands overhead under the guise of intertwining your fingers for better leverage, distract him with an intentional swivel of your hips, then slip your hand under your pillow to find Steve’s favorite jewelry that usually decorates your wrists in bed.
Steve’s hips still and his eyes fly open when the cool metal of the handcuffs touches his skin, and he tugs at the confines to find them already cinched, the chain rattling against the headboard with every pull. You sit back to admire the pretty picture and he lets out a growl before demanding, “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
Rather than answering his question, you pose one of your own while brushing your fingers over the bruise on his cheek, then the jagged cut knitting together on his chest. “What do I say to you every morning before you go to work?” He winces slightly at the contact but his hardened gaze remains locked on you. “Steve?” you prompt, growing impatient.
“Be smart, be careful, and don’t hurt what’s mine,” he grumbles quietly, now understanding what this is all about.
“Hm,” you muse with a hum, tilting your head back and forth. “No, yeah, I think that’s fairly intuitive.”
“Y/N-”
“Quiet,” you cut him off, leveling him with a glare while moving to sit on your haunches between his open legs. “Since you like to gamble with something that’s precious to me,” you explain while letting one manicured nail trace a circuitous path over his throat, between his pecs, around each nipple, down his torso, and along the tantalizing patch of hair disappearing beneath his boxer briefs, “I thought it would be fun to gamble with something that’s precious to you.” You squeeze the prominent bulge between his legs begging for attention, and Steve lets out a startled gasp, his body jerking upwards into your touch and the handcuffs rattling against wood. The sound alone has you squirming, equally desperate for release but determined to see this through.
“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” you announce happily while your hands work to remove the last article of clothing keeping you from admiring your boyfriend’s naked body. Unable to resist, you lick a stripe along the length of his cock and he moans pitifully, yanking at the cuffs once more with a quiet, “Baby, please, please just let me make it up to you.”
“Why, Commander,” you mock, delighted, “resorted to begging already? That’s just sad.”
“If I didn’t have these goddamn cuffs on,” he growls out, “I’d be fucking you stupid into the mattress right about now.”
“Tempting,” you hum, dancing your fingertips along the delicious v-line of his hips. “Now, where was I?”
“Being a brat?”
“Duh,” you respond with a roll of your eyes. Metal rattles against wood, and you know Steve is just itching to slap the attitude out of you. You wonder for a moment if he could actually break the slats of the headboard, but push the thought aside and press on. “Anyway,” you sing out, brushing your palm over the head of his cock and giggling when his hips reflexively jerk up against your touch, “here’s what’s gonna happen.” Leaning over to the bedside table, you pull a deck of cards out from the drawer and Steve raises one eyebrow in question.
With a dramatic clearing of your throat, you announce, “I took out all the face cards so we’re just working with aces through tens.” You settle back on his lap, letting out a soft moan at how hot and hard he feels sliding between your folds, and Steve groans, “Baby.” Ignoring his cries, you start shuffling the cards while explaining, “Clubs, you get this. Diamonds, I’ll let you fuck my mouth-” He whimpers, his cock twitching against you, and you glance up at him with a smirk before continuing. “Spades, tits. And hearts, well… I think you can figure that one out,” you say with a suggestive bounce on his lap.
“What’s the catch?” he asks, voice rough with arousal.
“I’m so glad you asked, baby,” you simper. “You only get to cum if I pull an ace.”
“Fuck.”
“And here’s the best part,” you whisper, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He can feel your lips quirk up into a smirk and braces himself for what you’re about to say next, body tensing up beneath yours. “I only left one ace in the deck.”
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