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*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way

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no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed

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put those big brown eyes away dude now is NOT the time

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a. r. capetta rebel robin

#STOP IT #st

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Ok hear me out casual intimacy with Steve!! Like imagine the first time u shower together and u just wash his hair for him! The first time u change in front of him or wen ur wearing an oversized t shirt and like skimpy panties and go over to the couch where he is and sit in his lap it's the moments where it's such so much trust and love low key him realizing how comfy u are around him and how much u trust him he gets turned on

Brushing ur teeth together at his place? Man is half hard already

ohooooo casual intimacy IS his turn on you’re so goddamn right — this is just like, sweet domesticity <3 and steve then gets turned on by it hehehe + fade to black smut

There had been a period of time after you got together where Steve sometimes wondered if you were ever going to properly relax around him. Like truly relax.

Not that he minded in the least! Watching you avert your gaze nervously, feeling your face glow all hot when he calls you honey, feeling the little tremble in your fingers when you hold his hand— Steve adores it all.

He knows it means you like him. And Steve likes you too.

He likes you a whole bunch— like a lot a lot, okay? In fact, if he probably told you how much he likes you, you’d probably melt and hide under the covers and never return. Which Steve doesn’t ever want.

So you’re a bit reserved and Steve’s still crazy for you and it works. But basically, he never really expected to get this.

“D’ya wanna, like, maybe, shower together?”

Steve blinks, his towel in one hand and his heart pounding in his chest. Did you just say that? He blinks again, just to be sure.

You’re staring at him from your place on his bed, probably being the bravest you’ve ever been considering what you’ve just asked him.

“Yeah- yes. Of course.” He stammers out before you can get too shy on him. “I’ll go get another towel.”

It doesn’t take long for him to snag another from the linen cupboard but by the time he’s back, he can hear the spray of the shower. You’ve left a trail of clothes leading up to it. Something warm stirs in his chest.

He doesn’t make a big deal about it and you seem grateful for it. Beyond the odd complaint about hogging the water, to which Steve sticks his tongue out at you before switching, it’s almost like an ordinary shower. Washing up, wetting his hair.

Except, y’know, til you offer to wash it.

I swear to god do not get a boner right now, Steve thinks desperately to himself, his head ducked down so you could reach it more easily. You’re not making it easy for him. You’re paying him so much attention, your fingertips soothing along his scalp as you lather up the shampoo, massaging the skin. It’s heaven.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this relaxed whilst the two of you have no clothes on.

You’ve been trying not to be so iffy about being naked but honestly Steve didn’t care if you were forever. He likes you any way he can get you.

Usually, the lead up to sex is the only time Steve gets to see you naked— when it’s all charged air and an eager energy to start making each other feel good. Hot kisses and a feverish vision of pleasure.

But this… this is different. There’s no charged energy, just a low buzz of love.

You cup your hands over his eyes so shampoo doesn’t get in them when you tilt his head back to rinse it and Steve nearly cries then and there. He’s never been so happy to return a favour, letting you lean up against him as he soaps up your hair. He’s pretty sure your eyes are closed the whole time. It feels good, taking care of you. It makes him happy.

Afterward, as you towel off, Steve keeps expecting that familiar shyness to creep in.

He’s not watching, okay? But as he gets himself dressed, just in his pyjama pants, it doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re not scrambling to cover up. Instead, you’re at ease, slipping on your panties and then one of his own large t-shirts. You must’ve stolen it when he wasn’t in the room.

It makes him pause, a momentary gawk, before he remembers to close his mouth. You catch the end of it and a flustered expression crosses your face, as if realising how much you’re exposing yourself. And that just won’t do— so Steve remedies it with a kiss, dragging you over to him by the waist so he can lean up against the counter and kiss you sweetly.

You both have wet hair. Your skin is all dewey from the shower and your eyelashes look extra long when they’re wet. You’re fucking beautiful.

It’s all Steve can think as you both brush your teeth in the mirror— making eye contact every couple of seconds and grinning like goofballs. It’s not productive. Steve adores it.

You’re both half-dressed, you without pants and Steve without his shirt, and it’s so damn homey, so cozy, so in love, that it makes Steve’s chest a little tight, in a good way. It’s intimate. You trust him.

Oh my god, He thinks. You trust him.

His pants grow tight. The flimsy material of his pyjamas hide nothing. Steve holds one hand in front of his crotch and looks to the ceiling for strength, because there’s no way you won’t be able to notice.

You lean over and spit out your toothpaste and then look at him through the mirror.

“Steve?”

“Yah?” He gargles back, toothbrush still in his mouth, eyes still on ceiling. His cock thickens a little more in his pants, blood getting a little hotter.

“Are you…?”

He gives a big sigh through his nose, “Yah.”

He finally forces himself to met your eyes through the mirror and you’re… smiling? Almost mischievously. Oh god.

“Because… of the teeth brushing?”

Steve rolls his eyes but the embarrassed flush on his cheeks still gives him away. He leans over and spits his toothpaste, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, not cos of the— well, not just cos of the—“ He cuts himself off, the blush on his face beginning to spread down his neck. “Look, you washed my hair and you’re not wearing any pants! We’re brushing our teeth together! I like it, okay?”

In a complete reversal of the usual, suddenly Steve’s the flustered one and you’re the cool, calm one. Your smile only grows at his explanation, some of the mischief exchanging for fondness.

“That’s okay,” You say softly. You press up on your toes to kiss his cheek and wander towards the door. “Do you wanna cuddle tonight?”

Steve’s cock gets harder at your words and he groans, because he knows you know what you’re doing— especially when you laugh a little, a cheeky sound. You’re playing into his in-love fantasy, his domestic dream, that somehow has a direct line to his dick now, which is probably most definitely a problem for later.

“You know I do.”

“Well, c’mon then, loverboy,” You coo.

Steve chases you from the bathroom all the way to his sheets, your laughter louder and more beautiful than anything.

And he does get his cuddles —y’know, after he fucks your brains out.

#i loved this so so much it was so domestic and lovely #st #sh fic rec

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single!dad Steve meeting his kids teacher and finding himself 😍😍 with them

ugh, i love dad requests, thank you for sending when i begged someone too. this is very much appreciated!! w; slightly flustered stevie & short :( i’m sorry!

he’s late.

he’s late and florence is going to ‘kill him dead’ - as she puts it. the door is flung open and he winces when flo and you peek up at him.

florence glares at him with honey eyes. “you’re late, daddy.”

“i’m sorry, flo. uncle eds and auntie robs needed a…” he pauses when you stand, a pretty sight and an amused smile spread over your face. “i… uh- they needed a ride.”

florence hums. “i’ll let it slide this time.”

his eyes dart towards his firecracker of a daughter, eyes narrowing. “thank you for being so understanding, flo.”

she hums and looks up at you. “he has an attitude problem.”

“i do not!” his voice cracks. your brows lift, turning your head towards him. he rubs at the back of his neck and his cheeks flush as he shakes his head. “i don’t.” he looks at you.

you giggle softly and help florence pack up her drawings that consisted of glittery stickers. oh, how fun, steve thinks momentarily.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, florence!” you smile as she gives you a hug.

“i’m sorry again,” steve says quickly. you look over at him and wave your hand in a dismissive manner, walking towards him. “truly. i didn’t realize-“

“hey, it’s okay! i promise. she’s a little joy to have in class. i don’t mind.” you smile softly.

“i could make it up to you.” steve blurts.

your brow lifts and your head tilts. “oh?”

“coffee. uh, do you like coffee?”

“oh, i love it. i like tea as well.” you grin, hands connected behind your back as you rock on your heels.

he chuckles a bit and nods. “maybe… we could meet up at a cafe or something… if you wanted, of course.”

you hum softly, reaching behind him as you grab a pen from the cup on the desk. “can i see your hand?”

he immediately holds out his hands towards you and it almost makes you laugh. your fingers hold his fingers, writing your number on his palm. his fingers twitch from the feeling.

you pull away. “don’t forget to call.”

“oh… yeah, no. totally.” he nods, turning. he stumbles over a chair that a kid had left out. you cover your mouth when florence looks at him with a lifted brow.

once out into the hallway, he grabs her hand. “desperate.” she says simply.

his brows lift and he looks down at her. “what?”

“daddy, you’re desperate.”

he narrows his brows. “i am n- i am not arguing with a second grader.”

#omg cute #sh fic rec #st

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I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

#gorgeous #stobin #st

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okay, as cute as all the clothes sharing headcanons are, i do gotta point out that buck and tommy are basically the same size and the only real difference is that tommy wears shirts that fit him

and i really need someone to point that out to buck when he's trying to be cute about how big tommy's clothes are on him. never let him live it down. this is what you get for habitually wearing t-shirts that fit like they're spray-painted on and button-downs that are one flex away from catastrophic structural failure, evan buckley

#prev! #bucktommy #911

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marisol being a nun and the catholic guilt he still doesn’t know how to let go off and eddie with his arms open fucking crucifixion style as people remove the layers he lets people see. strip him bare until he’s just skin, drunk and loose and happy, letting buck drape himself all over him. carefree. liberated. thinking about it.

#ohhhh okay okay #diaz #911

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#I need to study Buck and his low self-esteem like a bug

#adhd sensitivity baby! #buck #buddie #911 #911tv

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EDDIE DIAZ 9-1-1 7.05

#WAIT THATS REALLY ALL THAT GETS LEFT OF HIS SHIRT IM ????? #diaz #911 #911tv

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#voted chimney begins bc that ep makes me cry everytime #but hen begins is soooo good #911

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thinking about maddie and chimney making seating arrangements for their wedding and leaving a couple of chairs empty in the very front row for daniel and kevin during the ceremony 🥺

#stop... #911 #madney

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Did you ever think you were going to find yourself at the Bachelor Mansion? I mean ever?

Ryan Guzman and Oliver Stark getting interviewed on the set of The Bachelor

#KFJDSKLAJFA they are so #also the scared look in olivers eye when he corrects he's not single is so funny #911 cast #oliver stark #ryan guzman

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i never noticed the goldfish hairclip!!

#obsessed #keeley

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guy with a degradation kink x guy who just hates him

#s1 royjamie

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rewatching 2.07 after hearing oliver stark say the horse episode was the plotline that hit him the hardest and seeing the pain register so clearly on his face has me crying :-(

#blegh! #911 #911 abc #oliver stark #buck #evan buckley