bee!

and ofc he’s teasing and being so evil about it when you’re mumbling and just slurring incoherent gibberish into his chest/the mattress

“why don’t you use your words, honey?”

“what? speak up, baby. i can’t understand you.”

and kissing away your whines and pressing the softest little kisses to your cheeks and temple as if he’s not railing you stupid

“oh, you’re gone, huh?”

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

oh god. yeah. knight!steve who knows where there’s a loose stone that he can remove to see right into your bedchamber. watches you get undressed and bathe. watches how you examine your body in your mirror, your skin softly lit by candlelight while your fingertips trace over your figure. lightly skimming across your nipples and down between your legs. strains his ear to see if you moan his name when you touch yourself.

he wonders if you know. because when you see him during the day, you always give him this look. a smirk that’s a little too all-knowing. and he swears you sway your damn hips when you walk by… which only fuels his devotion for you.

dubcon under the cut sorry for being insane…

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leaf anon my beloved … hello u…

18+ yes...... i think for me, the main difference between s1 mean!steve and s5 mean!steve is that s5 steve would be really great at pretending he doesn't give a shit.

like: oh, i'm sorry, is this uncomfortable? my foot pressing on the back of your head? is it tough when I pin you to the carpet while i use this pussy? too bad.

this man is tired and angry and resentful and sad—too many things he couldn’t fix, too many people expecting him to be stable when he feels anything but stable—and he's so fucking done with trying to pretend like it doesn't get to him.

so when you offer to be, let's call it an... emotional outlet to ease the burden of his... frustrations, so he can fuck you until he feel like there's a shred of normalcy back in his life, well... what's the problem with that?

and he's still careful, the love underneath it hasn’t gone anywhere—if anything it's gotten stronger, more fierce after all the shit he’s had to go through—but now it's more: tell me if you want me to stop, rather than: is this okay?

it's more: don't move, stay right there.

it's more: no, look at me. you're okay. just breathe.

it's more: yeah, that's it. you’re fine. you can handle this, can't you?

ur wish = my command >:) enjoy a little sneaky peaky…

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭?

i swear some of yall are spying on my computer bc i just got back to working on pt 2 today!!

“Shit—what the fuck!”

He yanks his hand back with a strangled hiss, breath punching out of him as he stares down at his palm.

There’s a clean crescent of teeth marks blooming red across the meat of it—your spit still clinging there, slick and shining, smeared through with that slutty lip gloss of yours. It leaves a sticky, cherry stain that catches the dim light.

“Fuckin'... what the hell is wrong with you?” he grits out under his breath, flexing his hand once before shaking it out.

You peer up at him, lips curled into a pleased, lopsided grin.

“Don’t…” you mumble, sinking right back into his chest like you didn’t just bite the shit outta him, “don’ put yourr hand in m’ mouth then.”

Gator stares at you.

Drags a slow breath through his nose, then presses his lips into a thin line.

“Yeah. Okay." He mutters flatly. "You wanna play, princess? Fine.”

His hands clamp down on your waist—firm, rough, no more Mr. Nice Guy—as he hauls you up the last few steps in one go. He ignores your little squeak of surprise as your feet scramble uselessly behind you, heels catching the air.

“He—hey!” you yelp, hands flying up to grab at him, fisting into his shirt.

see the thing about fwb steve is that he’s SO bad at it. he really has a hard time leaving it at fucking. because he wants to be wanted and needed so badly. yet he erroneously thinks that if he keeps you at an arms length, if he keeps it purely physical, then there’s no WAY he’ll develop feelings!

but you’re always asking him how his day was >:( and you’re always trying to get him to smile >:( and you’re always pushing his hair back so tenderly from his forehead when it falls into his eyes after a particularly rough pounding >:( and you’re always scratching his scalp while he catches his breath >:( you evil little thing… making him feel something….

then one night he accidentally falls asleep in your bed, because you kept playing with his damn hair, and he wakes up to you making him coffee and breakfast. you don’t kick him out and you don’t act weird about it.

you sort of jokingly suggest that you could both shower together and who is steve to deny himself soapy tits and more time with you!! he’s expecting some risky slippery sex and that’s about it. but he’s already so soft for you, and you don’t go for his dick when you step under the stream. instead, you take a washcloth and gently clean his skin. nice and slow, like you’re trying to remember every inch of him. sometimes you pause to kiss his moles. and he tries to distract his love struck mind by reaching for your shampoo, which you promptly slap out of his hand. you lather it into his hair, mumbling “that’s it, yeah?” when his eyes flutter shut and his shoulders relax.

watching steve tie different types of knots while doing idfk what… this is a smut thought it doesn’t have to make sense ok. maybe on a #richboy boat bc he would be shirtless and that’s hot. who’s to say…

and he notices how reader watches him, how their breath gets shallow and their eyes get a little wide when he pulls on one and says “see? not goin’ anywhere.” and this is very curious to steve until he sees you squeeze your thighs together and THEN it clicks that you’re getting turned on over it. which is very scandalous for a vanilla guy like steve. but then he’s filling out a little thinking about you in that tiny fuckin’ bathing suit and how he could tie you up all spread eagle so he could dive right into your pussy face-first… move you around however he wants… you at his mercy… which sounds especially pleasing after you spent all day bitching and moaning about the heat and how long he’s taking to dock this goddamn yacht that his dad bought that probably cost an entire year’s worth of your rent.

That boy would drop everything. He’s so whipped he’s my favorite 💞💞💞

I also imagine reader loses all her gusto when he bursts through her door short of breath and backs her against a wall bc 🤭🤭🤭🤭omg hiiii (twirling my hair & my knees are jello)

I ❤️ desperate Steve SORRY

WAAAAHHHH SO TRUE!!!

you’re bored and sort of feeling like a tease because steve’s getting a little more vulnerable and a little more obvious about his genuine attraction to you. and you’re like 85% sure he has plans when you pick up your phone and call him. he answers quickly, breathlessly, like maybe he’s just gotten back from a run.

this is a vision that has your thighs pressing together.

“hi,” you say softly, twirling your finger in the phone cord. “i’m over here all alone… feeling a little bored… thought maybe you’d want to come over and kiss?”

there’s a long pause. it makes you panic, like you need to backtrack.

“yeah,” he finally says. “uh — yeah. let me — give me, uh, five — no, twenty.”

now you’re REALLY panicking. running around and shoving shit under your couch and finding something cute to put on. lighting candles for the ambience. trying to find a nice record to make out to.

he knocks on the door just a few minutes late, his cheeks pink.

you’re so shy it’s painful.

“thought you said twenty minutes,” you say, just to break the ice.

steve laughs lightly, then wastes no time in getting past the threshold and cupping your face in his big, warm hands. he smells fresh, his hair still damp from the shower that he sped through. he backs you up until your back hits the nearest surface and stares into your eyes with such intensity that you fear you may melt.

“you know how long i’ve waited for a call like that?”

you shake your head.

“since the first time we….”

plays with your nipples, but nothing else. not even letting you grind your poor clit on the zipper of his jeans. having his mouth on your pussy but only paying attention to your clit. he doesn’t even get close to fucking his tongue inside of your desperate, twitching hole.

it’s maddening. he guides you to the edge of you what you need and then takes it away from you before you’re able to get relief. not to say that you don’t come. you do. it’s just never the way you want to. his tongue will flick at your clit over and over and you come like that, blissed out but so empty that it hurts. he’ll make out with your nipples, but you have to come untouched. otherwise, you’re not coming at all! and that’s not his problem!

all steve wants is to hear you beg. actually, you could consider this a little teaching moment. a lesson to learn. he gradually turns your huffs of annoyance into whimpers, then whines, then bargains, then desperate pleas for him to be inside of you. any of him. you’ll take his tongue, his fingers — at this point, you’re so desperate that you’ll even let his fat cock stretch you out with no prep. you’re just so empty!!!

and steve’s so smug when you eventually start climbing into his lap every single second you get alone with him. you used to roll your eyes at him, make faces when he spoke, intentionally avoided him. now, you’d do anything for him, tearful while you ask so kindly for him to be inside of you.

He’s giving little smooches all over your face and neck (not on the lips, he’s saving best for last!) and murmuring sweet nothings bc his baby is finally his baby and she’s in his lap!!

Imagine already feeling all floaty but now your thighs are clenching from the purr of his voice & the proximity & his touch & every kiss that makes you feel like any intelligent thought you’ve ever had is leaking out between your thighs.

STEVE NOTICING AND BEING SO TEASING SOFTDOM ABOUT IT WITH SOME- it’s okay honey 💋just focus on my kisses, 💋don’t have to think 💋about anything💋 else 💋

Him getting you to beg him to kiss your lips & getting real hard over how easy he can make you squirmy and desperate in his lap

Sorry I’m sleep deprived & feeling insane about teasing kisses. roles could be reversed & it’s still hot!! Anyways sorry just needed to drop my horniness off, do with it what you will love ya❤️❤️ kiss ur brain