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Cop!Steve Headcannons (NSFW Included)

Notes: a small gift for @rollergirlworld and her love for Cop!Steve, and our brief conversations of how he’d react in a relationship. I love him and enjoy.

Steve is not just a cop, but a Lieutenant, a high ranking officer of the law and just a step below a chief. Still this man craves power and when his lower ranking coworkers attempt to try their power over his things get nasty. He likes to talk with his fists and not his mouth. Occasionally he’ll be suspended from cases due to this issue, leading him to be stuck on desk duty, which then makes him a bit grumpy, but you will always make him feel better. He’ll walk through the door and instantly the smell of freshly prepared meals will greet his nose along with you, “Steve, your home.” You scamper over to him and throw yourself into his arms, he’ll wrap his own around your waist. Carding his rough fingers through your scalp and pressing kisses repeatedly to your temple. “Oh, baby.” He sighs resting his cheek atop your head. “I missed you.”

On nights he does spend working a rough case he comes home and spends times in your arms whilst you comfort him. Steve may have a tough outside, but inside he’s caring, and that goes for the people he wasn’t able to help. He thinks there’s something wrong with him, “You did everything you could, Honey.” You whisper between kisses to his forehead. “It’s gonna be okay. Your so strong and brave, you just gotta breathe.” He’ll cry for hours and sometimes until he falls asleep.

There are days where you and Steve spend time relaxing in bed, watching T.V. or laughing over a couple glasses of champagne. These were the gentle nights that made you really appreciate Steve, besides the good he manages to do in his line of work. The two of you share many nights of passion equal to the nights spent in sadness. Life has a healthy balance.

Steve spends a lot of time creating a set of rules for you to follow, as his wife, who is allowed to stay home, be work free, and hardly lift a finger he has high expectations. The house needs to be cleaned, clothes clean and folded, food prepared, but sometimes you forget things. Those nights Steve will come home already grumpy from a long day and find no dinner on the table, “You didn’t cook.”

You look up from the book your currently reading and gulp, “N-No.. I wasn’t feeling good, Stevie.” He grunts nodding his head and tossing aside his briefcase and removing his coat. He walks over towards the coach ditching his coat over the back of the small leather loveseat.

“You weren’t feeling good, huh?” His tone was gruff and a bit edged. You’d made him mad, “I work all day and sometimes night and you couldn’t make dinner before I got home?”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I-I was—”

“Was nothing, you get up right now and get in that kitchen. You have thirty minutes to come up with something, go.” He locked eyes with you and he watches as you scamper quickly into the kitchen.

If you refused to do so at this point, you’d end up over his knee receiving a spanking for such bratty behavior and then to service him in any way he saw fit. Whether that be cockwarming him all night and no release, word sucking him off until he felt he’d been relieved enough. Either way you’d be ruined by him and only him.