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this post dude honestly i really do not like guys but STEVEN?? id do anything. like this post got me thinking i would definitely do anything for him. do not care.
like his headās tilted back as youāre riding him and it feels so so so good:) and his mouth falls open as heās groaning and moaning and whimpering and gripping your hips. and you just. lean down and lick into his mouth hnnnnghhhh
sorry. just thinking. u canāt blame a woman for her thoughts.
i love women and their thoughts wow.
heās such a ābabyā and āpretty girlā and āhoneyā guy when he fucks you like that. just something about him pressing you into the mattress, you canāt feel anything but his weight on top of you. his scent, his feel, his sounds completely consuming you oh god.
heās already made you dizzily cum once in missionary (with him sucking at your neck and squeezing your hand and whispering i love youās against your skin) and at this point youāre like putty beneath him. and he just loves when you get all pliant and needy like this, doing whatever he wants:) and you just finished cumming and now heās wrapping his arms around you and whispering a gentle little ālemme help you, honeyā as he flips you onto your tummy<3 and you knew this was coming because his favorite position when youāre all soft like this is him laying on top of you, suffocating you:) and he grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and grabs your hip bone and tugs you up just a little to slip the cushion under your tummy<3 and then heās rubbing his huge, warm hands up your thighs, kissing up your spine, looking at how pretty you look just laying there, mess between your legs, waiting for him:) and then he leans over top of you, wrapping his arm around your front, across your clavicle, pulling you into him (he can always hear your little noises so much better at this angle) and then heās leading his cock into your pussy, groaning right in your ear how messy and tight you are from this angle, how youāre gripping onto him, donāt want him to leave<3 and then heās laying all his weight down on top of you, kissing at the back of your neck and sucking at any part of your throat he can reach, slithering a hand underneath you to palm at your breasts:) and the whole time his voice is so low and husky, asking of you can feel how deep heās getting, asking if youāll be his pretty girl and cum for him again<3 and then heās running his hand down your front until he can find your little clit, his hand pressed between you and the mattress as his cock stretches you so som much:) and when he finally finds that little bud, your hips start bucking into the mattress, looking for more friction, and you start to whimper and moan, and all he does is coo at you all demeaning: āoh ho ho, sweetheart, did i find it?ā and then heās pressing his cock a deep into you as itāll go, sucking at your earlobe and pressing to hard into your clit, you canāt even think straight at this point</3 and then heās whispering a little āoh honey, cum for me, cum with me baby, squeeze meā shit, god iām cummingā and heās pressing his hips into you and pressing you into the mattress and both of his arms are pulling you into him so tight, he really is clutching onto you as he fills you up so so much with cum<3 heās babbling for what feels like a full minute, his hips stuttering as he mumbles out āgod fuck i love you, i l-love you i love you i love you oh oh . ugh oh god, needed you so bad, love you so bad oh fuckā until he physically cannot cum anymore and then heās just holding onto you for dear life and pressing you into the mattress<3
Steve peers over his drink, his eyes skeptical and focused in on you from across the table, anxiously awaiting your answer.
"Youāre my best friend," you shrug, eyes staring down into your mug at the remnants of your milkshake. āOf course I remember the time we first met.ā
That wasnāt necessarily his question, but heāll take what he can get.
He swallows harsh. āHowād it go?āĀ
You eye him suspiciously, quickly noting the nervous thrum of his fingers on the table between you.
Heās been quiet all night. And Steveās never quiet when heās with you. Not during your weekly Friday dinners at the diner.Ā
Steveās always been a talker, ranting and rambling about work and his parents and the possibility of school. You were the only person he ever really opened up to about these things; the only person he ever felt comfortable enough to tell.
So, he knew you would notice something was off right away. He kept turning the conversation to you, listening with a far off stare. He didnāt chat up the waitress like he usually did, or bicker with you about the radio on the drive over.
But he canāt help it. His brain was going a million miles a minute and his palms were starting to sweat and heās really never felt so nervous in his entire life.
Tonight is the night. Tonightās the night Steve comes clean about his feelings for you ā all those sickly, sweet feelings heās been wanting to tell you ever since he met you.
Like how much he adores your laugh and your smile and the smell of your perfume. And the way you always keep extra tissues in your pocket when you know he has a cold. And how you always save him the seat next to you for movie night. And how you always ask him if heās eaten that day and had a glass of water. And how Friday is his favorite day of the week because he gets to see you. And how he wishes he could see you every day. And how heās never felt so lovesick before in his life. And how he really, really has to tell you he needs you because he doesnāt think he can keep it from you for much longer. And how he canāt stand being near you and not being able to kiss you when you smile at him like that. And how he hopes to god you feel the same way because he doesnāt think he can take losing you.
But he canāt say all that. He physically cannot say all that.
Secretly, heās been silently hoping you would just figure out his feelings by yourselfĀ already, so he wouldnāt have to muster up the courage to tell you himself.Ā
Itās genuinely concerning you havenāt noticed already; he shows you his infatuation nearly every time you two are together. Heāll kneel down to tie your shoe for you when it comes undone. And he constantly calls you ājust to hear your voice.ā And heāll rub your arms in the freezer section of the grocery store so you donāt get cold because you refuse to just take his jacket. And he still wears that silly friendship bracelet you made him in the tenth grade because heās too afraid to lose it if he takes it off. And he always, without a doubt, gives you half of his food at the diner, even if he hasnāt eaten all day.Ā
The poor boyās practically obsessed with you, but you never seem to notice ā always off in your own little world, leaving Steve to trail behind you like a lovesick, little puppy.
But he doing the whole puppy dog act tonight. He wasnāt doing anything tonight. He was a wet blanket dripping all over the booth tonight. And he was acting nervous.Ā
And you still couldnāt figure out why.Ā
So, by the time you both finished dinner and your waitress brought the check, you were just a touch annoyed.
āāHowād it go?āā you repeated, truthfully understanding the question, but just wanting to give Steve a hard time.Ā
āSure, you know. The first time we metā¦ howād it go?ā he asks again, unsure how to make himself any clearer.
Under the table, his foot had started to mimic the nervous tapping of his fingers. Your eyes snapped to his hand, then the bottom lip between his teeth (nervous habit), then down to your purse next to you in the booth.
āWell,ā your brows furrow at the check near the end of the table as you blindly start feeling around your purse for some bills, āI seem to recall it was at the mall? You were in that adorable getup with the hat and the socksā¦ and Robin was thereāā You turn your full attention down to your purse, looking at it, offended.Ā
Steveās eyes narrow on you from across the booth.
āAh!ā You finally pull a crumbled up twenty from the bottomless pit that is your purse.Ā
He really needs to remind you to clean that thing out again.Ā
āWhere was I?ā you ask innocently over at him, āOh, right. Robinā¦ Robin, Robin. Oh! She told me you were gonna hit on me and that I should shoot you down no matter what.ā You finish with a triumphant smile, the memory drifting back into your mind.Ā
Heās always liked when you smile like that. Like heās the butt of the joke.
āRight right,ā he nods, eyes dropping back to the empty glass in front of him.
You seem to be waiting for him to just come out with it, to just say whatever it is thatās been eating him all night.
But he canāt. Something about the moment feels off.
Heās afraid to peek up and catch your icy glare drilling into him, until he hears you let out another huff as you start shimmying out of the diner booth without him.
āWhā?ā You were already halfway towards the door. His hand swipes up the twenty-dollar bill you left as he digs into his back pocket for his own wallet. He tugs out a twenty of his own andĀ replaces it on the table. He tosses out a five as well ā should be enough for a tip ā before he spots the forgotten purse on your seat and swipes that up, too, sticking your money back in the rightful pocket of your bag before jogging after you.
He's caught up to you just as you've reached the diner door, and you quickly drop it in his face, opting instead to head towards his car in a dramatic huff.Ā
Eyes rolling, Steve swings the glass door back open, his foot making it about half-way through the exit before the hostess calls out to him.
"You finally gonna bite the bullet and tell her tonight, Stevie boy?" she chides him.
"Har, har, Janet. Very funny," he grumbles, tucking your purse under his arm to preserve some of his dignity.
"See you next week, Harrington," she chuckles, looking back down at the desk in front of her.
God. Is he that obvious?
Shaking the fear from his mind, he bursts back out into the warm, summer air, trailing a step or two after you.
"I didnāt hit on you, by the way," he insists, unlocking the car and jogging over to open the passenger side for you.
You slide in, your belly laugh cut off as he closes the door on you.Ā
Once again, he's found himself to be the butt of the joke. He still doesn't mind all that much.
A smile starts to creep onto his lips upon hearing your laughter, but the grin quickly fades as he remembers the severity of his situation. Steeling his nerves, Steve strides around the hood to the driver's seat.
You're just gonnaā¦ go in there and just...Tell her. Just say what you feel, Harrington, c'mon. Best case scenario, she feels the same. Worst case scenario, she laughs in your face.
He grips the door handle, but can't seem to muster up the courage to get in just yet. He catches sight of you through the window, riffling through his glovebox, no doubt looking for the mixtape he made for you all those months ago. You spot the one with his writing on the side ā crisp, clean ā like he took far too much care in writing it. It's just your name on the side, nothing fancy, but he wanted to make it clear this tape was for you in particular. No one else.
Christ, you're becoming a problem.
He grits his teeth and hops inside as you load up the tape, still chuckling to yourself from earlier. Steve bites back another smile.
"Why's that funny? I didn't hit on you when you came in, I was perfectly civilā"
"Steve, you asked me what color lipstick I was wearing and if I had any plans that night," you shoot him a smirk as you reach for your seatbelt.
A blush warms his cheeks at the memory; he thought you would have forgotten.
He clears his throat and starts the ignition, turning in his seat and throwing his arm around your headrest to reverse, actively avoiding your gaze.
"Iā uh, don't remember that."
"You're such a terrible liar, Steve," you smile through the words, whistfully, like he has no idea what heās gotten himself into.
A chuckle bubbles up in his chest and he can't help but peek over at your smile. Now fussing with the buttons of the stereo, you listen for the song you want to hear.
You look pretty just sitting in his passenger seat, the sun gently setting through the whisps of your hair.Ā
His eyes snap back to his rear window.
The car jolts to life as it swings out of the parking lot. Steve knows the way to your house by heart, but he always insists on taking the longer route back on Fridays.
"I'm actually an amazing liar, thank you very much," he mutters casually, adjusting his rearview mirror and merging onto the road.
"No, Steve, you're not," you finally find the right song and turn up the volume a touch - loud enough to hear the lyrics, but soft enough for you two to hold a conversation.Ā
Steve likes this song. He likes all the songs on this tape because they remind him of you ā Friday night drives back to your place, close proximity in his car, those butterflies in his stomach when your gaze turns on him.
"Y/N, I am so good at poker, your brain couldnāt even handle itā"
"Being good at poker doesn't necessarily mean you're good at lying, Steve. Just means you're good at reading people."
"Well that, too," he gives you a cocky look before snapping back to the road. "I'm a man of many talents."
"Pshhh," you smack his arm, as if he's said something particularly funny.
"Owā Whaā? What is so fucking funny?" He shoots you a look across the car, half shocked, half annoyed.
"Nothing," you're giggling through your words once again, "Nothing, Steve."
"What, you don't think I have any talents?" He's accusatory now, leaning towards you for dramatic effect, his eyes still trained on the road.
"No! No, I didn't say that." A wave of seriousness washes over you, but it's quickly replaced with a sincere lightness, a gentle smile as you look at him. "I think you're plenty talented, Steve."
He scoffs, "Don't take that tone with me."
"What tone?" your voice bounces around the car, "I'm not taking any tone."
"That teasing tone, that 'Oh, yeah. Sure, Steve, whatever you say' tone."
You giggle at his poor impression of you, and he can't help the dopey smile that spreads across his face. He can never stay annoyed with you for too long.
Youāve turned your attention back to his glovebox now. He can tell you're reorganizing the tapes stowed there in a very particular order. He strains his eyes a bit to catch the titles. Theyāre ordered from left to right ā his favorites to his least favorites. Theyāre definitely easier for him to reach from the driver's seat now.
His chest aches at your actions, how you subconsciously think of him, and a warm smile envelops his face. He thinks about how he'd rearrange every tape you've ever owned if it meant making your life a fraction easier.
Your hands freeze and you spin to face him. A silly smile slips onto your own lips and Steveās breath hitches.Ā
"Whatāre you smiling about?" you question coyly.
His grip on the wheel tightens and his eyes snap back to the road. He needs to contain himself.
"You always patronize me." He's grasping at straws, but he knows it'll distract you from the nervous hand running through his hair and the nibbling of his bottom lip.
āPatronize yā? Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but I wasn't patronizing you just now. I was being sincere." You go back to sifting through his glovebox, muttering to yourself, "Surprised you can even use that word in a sentenceā¦ā
His eyes drift back down to your deft, pretty fingers, that bright, pristine nail polish, and he has to steel himself once again. There could be dents on the wheel by the time he pulls in your driveway.
A heavy sigh leaves him as he reaches up to anxiously adjust his rearview mirror. He knows he looks nervous as hell; he just hopes you're too wrapped up in your own little world to notice.
You don't seem to, now picking at your pretty manicure and tapping your foot to the music gliding through the speakers.
Steve passes your street sign and he can't stop the impending dread that washes over him at the idea of you no longer sitting in his car. He always hates the drive back to his place after he drops you off - your warmth still mingling in the air, but he can't quite get a hold of it. He likes that your perfume lingers when you leave, and the smell of your shampoo, but he just hates how it fades so quickly, until he gets to smell it again next Friday.
Pulling into your driveway, his stomach drops. It really is now or never.
He switches off the ignition, leaving you two in the warm darkness of the summer night, surrounded by that hazy light right after sunset. Only bits and pieces of your silhouette are visible from the dashboard light, but youāre still as stunning as always.
A heated look passes between you two before you're gathering up your things to leave, mindful to take your tape out of the stereo, replacing it with his favorite one for his ride home.
Your hand reaches for the handle as you start your goodbye.Ā
"Kay, well, I'll see you next week, okayā"Ā
But he stops you with a hand around your wrist. A silent plead for you to stay.
His heart is in his throat. Your pulse is so strong beneath his fingers. He swears he hears your breath catch.
āY/N," his voice was low, unsure, like he was still thinking of what exactly to say.
"Yeah?" you give him a worried expression, tuned into his serious tone.
"Iā¦"Ā
But the words were caught in his throat, lips unable to form the words.Ā
"Iā¦ I forgot." He deflates just a fraction and rubs your wrist once with his thumb before dropping it.
"Geez, Steve. Don't scare me like that. Thought you were gonna say you hate me or something like that." You chuckle as you swing the passenger door open.
Hate you? Hate you?
Heās not even thinking when he pushes open the driverās side door and jogs after you to your porch.Ā
You stop fumbling with your front door keys and turn to confront him.
āForgot something, Harringtonā?ā
But he cuts off your teasing with his lips pressed to yours.Ā
His hands run up to your neck, his thumbs nestled under your jaw and the pads of his fingers stroking at the soft spot below your ear. Your lips are so soft, so smooth, he canāt stop the little sigh from leaving his throat. Finally, he feels you relax into him, coming up to wrap your hands around his wrists gently, melting into his touch.
Eyes squeezing shut, heās trying to memorize the feel of you, the smell of your shampoo and the feeling of his nose brushing your soft cheek, and the way your lips move against his, trying to drag the kiss out for as long as possible.Ā
Unfortunately, he still needs that stupid thing called oxygen and heās forced to pull back. His hands stay at your neck, the thumbs rubbing across your jawline, as his blown pupils sweep over your face.
āIām really, really into you, by the way,ā his words come out so breathless as he looks between your swollen lips and your wide eyes.
A shaky breath escapes through your lips. āGood thing Iām into you, too, pretty boy.ā
He canāt even get worked up about the nickname before heās leaning in again, this kiss much slower, much more meaningful. His heart starts to ache from the feel of your fingers rubbing along his knuckles, and he canāt stop from smiling against your lips. Eventually, he has to stop from how sickeningly sweet his chest feels, pulling back to rub the tip of his nose up the bridge of yours with his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks and his lungs slowly starting to ache in the best way.
He hears a content hum come from the back of your throat, and he canāt help but mimic the same sticky, sentimental sound himself.Ā Ā
His eyes pop back open to get a good look at you. Your cheeks are flushed and your pupils are blown; you canāt seem to contain your own smile.Ā
āUhā¦ sorry, if that was a littleā¦ unexpected,ā he chuckles at your smarmy grin, his hands leaving your face as he takes a bashful step back and off your porch. āIāll, uhā¦ see you next Friday!ā
Spinning confidently on his heel, hands tucking into his pockets, he makes his way back down your walkway and to his car, leaving you there a bit speechless. He smiles to himself at your stunned silence as he reaches for the door handle. Pausing for a moment, he spins back round, riding his adrenaline high.Ā
āIāll call you!ā he calls out to you before swinging the door open and hopping in.
Youāre just left there, standing on your porch, watching him drive off, one honk of the horn and then heās down your street.Ā
A hand comes up to graze over your kiss swollen lips. The spot where Steve Harrington just kissed you. The spot where Steve Harringtonās lips were on yours.Ā
Little did Steve know, youāve been waiting for him to do that for months nowā¦
omg the nosebleeds ur so right- his casual ākeep going! itāll stop in a secā even tho ur like āstevie baby, please itās getting on your shirt, we can pause so u can take care of it, itās okay but if you ever get one, all his casualness is THROWN on the windowā he knows most random nosebleeds donāt even hurt but heās still fretting, pulling out a dozen more tissues than u need and so so concerned, āit doesnāt hurt does it? oh sweet girl, cmon, to the bathroom rnā youāre okay? itās not hurting? you promise?ā
no yea exactly, youād think you broke a leg or something heās so dramatic
you get one just randomly as youāre hanging out on the couch and he looks over like āhoney youāre bleedingšā and youāre like āoh fuckingā shitā and you scramble for a tissue as youāre tipping your head back and trying not to drip anywhere. and heās like practically scooping you up off the couch, holding the wad of tissues against your nose, and rushing you to the bathroom like āshit shit honey are you ok? what happened???ā and heās lowkey freaking out a bit because he gets himself so worked up. he doesnāt say it out loud but his head is screaming BRAIN TUMOR STROKE HEART ATTACK and making him panic more bc he has no idea whatās going on. all rational thought is out the window. but you canāt lie, he is really good at dealing with them and heās pretty good at remaining relatively calm. heās got you sitting on the sink and heās handing the tissues off to you like āok ok tilt your head back and squeeze the bridge of your noseā ah ah not the bottom, like half way upā there, yea yea you got it. does it hurt? can you feel if itās still bleeding?ā no no keep the tissues thereā and heās squeezing your knee without thinking bc he really hates seeing you in any sort of pain, and heās looking at you all concerned and trying to figure out if the bleedingās stopped. and youāre sitting there with your head back and the huge handful of tissues and you have to chuckle a little bit at the absurdity of it all like āsteve i donāt think i needed this many tissuesš ā to lighten the mood bc he truly looks like heās about to call an ambulance. and he kind of relaxes a little when you grab his arm and he smiles a bit at you like āhey you can never be too carefulā and youāre both just giving eachother warm smiles like hey iām so lucky to have you here to help me right now:)
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I feel like steve is a very clumsy person, idk why he gives me that type of vibe. Always having some type of bandaid on him. I'm convinced that he has a mini emergency aid kit I'm his car.
And I think that when Steve gets mad he sighs VERY loud, and thru his nose, and sometimes even gives you the silent treatment, because he doesn't know how to talk about his feelings. (My poor baby)
yes yes agree completely
firstly, i donāt think heās like. stereotypically clumsy like tripping over himself (sometimes he is but not always) but i think he has poor spacial awareness and he does hurt himself by accident quite a but bc heās just not thinking. heās using scissors and accidentally runs his thumb over the blade and hurts himself or he stubs his toe all the time against the bed post. poor things always got some sort of bruise or scratch on him. but heās also really great at patching himself and you up afterwards. his hands usually get the worst of it, heās real good at wrapping his fingers with bandaids by himself. he has a first aid kit under the bathroom sink but he also stores a few spare bandaids and wipes around the house (the kitchen the bedroom the basement) for emergencies. he definitely keeps a mini first aid kit under the passenger seat and you definitely replace some of his normal bandaids with hello kitty ones and he is not thrilled (especially when he bumped his forehead a little too hard against the driverās side door getting in, and you had to put one on his forehead with a little teasing kiss on the boo boo awwww) once again, heās a champ with his own injuries ā basically just brushing them off completely ā but anytime you even get a brush burn, heās gone full EMT mode
also, yea, he has lots of trouble (esp at the start of your relationship) communicating his frustration and his annoyance and things. at first, a lot of the arguments was just him with his hands on his hips and running his hands through his hair all mad, barely even talking, just sighing all angrily and blowing up every so often. but after a while you get it through his thick head that you canāt read his mind, and he needs to tell you whatās wrong so you can fix it. after a while he tells you the reason he always kept his emotions and frustrations bottled up is because he never felt heard before in an argument (by his parents or nancy or anyone) so he just got so used to being misunderstood, he just stopped voicing his feelings all together:( and he was always afraid fighting = breaking up (just based on his past relationships) you really help him understand, though, that you are listening and you are actively trying to understand whatās wrong and that one fight is not gonna end your relationship, if anything itās healthy to tell eachother the truth and work it out together. i think after that he becomes really really transparent with you and just overall is really a proponent of arguing if it means things will be resolved
i feel like steve falls asleep on the couch a lot! usually with the tv on too so you come in and you see him sitting there with the tv blasting so you start talking to him and eventually you ask him a question and he just doesn't answer and you walk around to the front of the couch like "...steve?" and he's just snoozing sitting up. the second you put a blanket over him he jolts awake like "what no i wasn't sleeping i was just resting my eyes"
BAHAHA YEA
you come home after work, and you see him kind of laying faced down on the couch, but you see the remote in his hand and the tv on, so you assume heās watching, so youāre like āhey hon! you wonāt BELIEVE who i saw at work today. our old algebra teacher can you believe that. he didnāt recognize me but i FOR SURE recognized him, he looks literally exactly the same as he did back then, hasnāt ā¦ agedā¦ a. dayā¦. Steve are you listening?ā and you walk around and see him knocked out cold, hand still clutching the remote, his legs a tangled mess over the back of the couch, his shirt riding up, his hair a mess, his face smooshed into his hand, mouth hanging open, drooling all over the cushion. and youāre just like awww but also he didnāt do the dishes before he passed outšso you grab his favorite throw blanket you made for him and lay it gently over him and as you pry the remote from his hands. and he snaps awake like āwho isā whereā oh š¦āŗļøhey sweetheartš„±ā and youāre like ātakin a cat nap?ā and heās like āwhā no, i was just . listening to the tv, resting my eyes.ā and youāre like uh huh, but heās already drifting back to sleep again as you start walking back to the kitchen, and heās like āhey, where you going??ā all sleepy as he reaches after you. and youāre like āgonna load up the dishwasher real quick then iāll be backā and heās already falling back to sleep like āw-wait, iāll- iāll do em, just, lemme rest my . . my eyes for one . . one second . then iāll be. . . outš“ā
One of Steveās fav positions is having you lay down and propping a leg (or both) on his shoulders while he stands/ kneels on the edge of the bed. He loves running his hands up and down your legs and feeling your soft skin and kissing up your leg and the inside of your ankle. He grabs your thighs and kneads the soft skin there and caresses your legs and you just watch in awe as his face is drawn in concentration and his hair is falling in his eyes. (Donāt get me started on when he lets a trail of spit droop down to your pussy to lube up where you two are connected)
That position just makes him hit your sweet spot so fucking hard heās so deep and youāre just so much tighter from this angle heās fucking gone. He just feels so big heās stretching you out so wide. Heāll put a hand on your tummy and rub your clit with his thumb and you literally feel every fucking inch of him in ur guts. And when he grabs behind your knee and pushes a leg up your chest you instantly cum so hard. Your walls squeeze real hard around him he cums so much heās buried so deep in you heāll fold over and cuss and groan into your neck how good you feel. You stay like that with him laying on top of you for like 20 min and cuddle until he peels himself off of you with a sloppy kiss to your forehead before youāre waddling to the bathroom bc wow youāre legs are broken now ok.
yes. yes to all of this .
he loves any position where he can stretch you so so wide and he can look down on you as you take him. bonus points if youāre moaning that heās too big the whole time:)
heāll be looking down at you and kissing at your ankle and whispering little praises into the skin there about how youāre gushing and how youāre so tight and how youāre gonna cum so pretty for him:)
and then heās thrusting so so long and so so deep, it literally feels likes heās gonna bruise your cervix, and then heās pressing at your navel and cooing how he can feel himself inside you, how can you take him so well? and then heās pressing and pressing and his thumb comes and teases at your clit so light, he loves the whimpers you make when he plays with your little bundle of nerves there. and heāll always chuckle a little like ādoes that feel good, honey? christ, sheās so sensitive isnāt she?ā and heāll get you righttt to the edge and stop right then, make you claw at his stomach and beg him to let you cum, but he always stops with a little ānot yet, baby, need to feel you firstā before heās dropping your leg and leaning down over top of you:)
and then heās coaxing your legs up around his waist and grabbing your face so youāll really look at him before heās pulling out all the way to the tip, then ramming back in. and heās so concentrated and focused, looking down where you two are connect to watch you take him, and his hairās falling in his face and over your forehead and heās truly never looked hotter. and then heāll trail a hand down to your pussy again to find your little clit, and heāll look up at you before he touches it, so he can see your reaction when he finds it. and when he does and he rubs it just a little bit, you grab his hair and moan so so loud and your brows furrow all desperate as you beg him to fuck you harder, fuck you deeper. and he just chuckles about how youāre so needy and pretty when youāre under him like this:)
and then heās rubbing your clit a little rougher now and his thrusts become a little erratic and his forehead connects with yours so he can really be close. and then heās telling you to āplease cum baby, cum all over me i know you need toā and then heās kissing you so so hard as your climax finally hits, and youāre clenching down on him so hard he cums right on the spot from the sounds and the feeling alone. and you both cum for what feels like a solid minute as you feel eachother pulsing and tensing and squirming. and then heās nibbling at your lips so sweetly and possessively as you both come back to yourselves. and his hands come back up to cup your face and push your hair back so he can see you, and heās kissing all over your jaw and your neck and up and down your throat as his thumb rubs at that sensitive spot below your ear. and heās groaning from the feel of you still pulsing around him and heās trailing spit all over you and mumbling a little āso perfect, so so perfectā into your skin. basically just worshipping you:)
I like to think that Steeb has some high camp Hawaiian dad shirts for the summer / vacation and he wears them with sometimes a white vest and sometimes just his jeans / slutty shorts (:
LMAOOOO yea
heāll wear one at the groupās little summer barbecue and you tease him about it at first like āah, breaking out the old grill master hawaiian shirt are we?ā and heās like ālisten youāre gonna eat those words later tonightā and you do you sooo do. because he wears it with his āfuck meā jeans and his sexy belt and his dad socks and his beat up sneakers, and a hot, tight white t-shirt underneath (that you can practically see through) and the hawaiian shirt thrown on top, not buttoned or anything so you can see the outline of his chest and his tummy underneath:) and heās flipping burgers at the grill with one hand in his pocket and his sunglasses on as he scowls at the hot air puffing up at him and his hair is so wrecked in the hottest āsteveā way, and his bulge is bonkers huge and his ass looks great and youāre literally just gawking at him all night, and heās taking care of everyone at the barbecue, all āhey, did you get enough to eatā and āanother burger?? i can throw another one on the grill for you, no problemā and heās soooooo fine . and towards the end of the night youāre like āum steve, i think it might be time for everyone to go home:)ā and heās like āhuh? why? we didnāt even do dessert yet??ā and youāre like āsteve i really need to blow you right now:)ā and heās like āwhat, am i just some piece of meat to you??ā¦..lemme just tell everyone weāre packing it upā and then later on after youāve sucked him off and heās fingered you on the living room couch, heās soooo cocky like āi so told you so. the hawaiian shirt is a lady killer..ā and youāre like āyeah yeah, you were right. for once.ā
If you are a picky eater steve will gladly eat all of the stuff you don't like.
He will try to braid your hair and eventually he will start braiding el's and Max's hair twoš„ŗ.
I just know steve doesn't like reading but if you enjoy it, he will gladly take you to a library to pick books out, and will even lend you his book card thingy.š„ŗš«
yea christ he literally invented boyfriendismš
youāll go out to eat and heās basically resigned himself to you eating half his food. heās grown a bit of an affinity for the foods you donāt like, too. thereās never a meal where youāre not sharing food together, even if youāre half way across the room from eachother<3
heās sooo bad at braiding your hair lmao, pieces falling out and dropping all over the place. and eventually you convince him to braid maxās hair too for when she needs to pull her hair back in her skating helmet. and sometimes heāll braid elās hair too, and itās just very very soft and quiet as heās trying to focus lol. he always pretends to be annoyed he has to do it, but you know he secretly likes practicing it and perfecting it, and you and max and el always tease him for it, until one day when he starts legitimately getting good and you three are a little shocked. but obviously youād never admit that to him<3
heās not a huge reader, but heās a huge fan of you reading things to him because he ālikes the sound of your voiceā when heās trying to fall asleep:) so heāll take you and kind of lean against one of the shelves, twiddling his thumbs, as youāre darting about the place looking for things, and sometimes heāll try to rant and ramble to you as youāre perusing, just hushed, little āgod you wonāt believe the lady we had come into work the other dayā¦ā or ādid robin tell you anything about the new chick sheās talking toā¦ā and youāre usually always half listening like āyep, uh huh, yeaā and heās just following you around and gesticulating all cute and he definitely gets shushed a couple times when he gets a little too enthusiastic or heated:) and sometimes heāll stroll about all sweet and curious as he looks himself, and he usually always comes back with some random science fiction story or something like āwill you read this one to me:)ā and you, of course always say yes:) he just looks so cute looking up to read all the titles and strolling about the shelves with his hair all dreamy and his sweater and his jeans and his little waist as he pulls out random books to read the first page or two, and heāll run his hand through his hair as heās trying to determine if he wants to read more or not:) and he really doesnāt think heās āsmart enoughā to read, but youāre constantly trying to convince him hes literally one of the smartest people you know and that he needs to be kind to himself<3
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I just know that modern steve would LOVE those vibrators that are controlled by an app on your phone. He would literally ask you to put it in just so you it would make running errands more interesting. Heād be making you squirm in the passenger seat at red lights, pretending like he wasnāt even doing anything. And of course heād accidentally leave it on the highest level while you two were walking back to the car, and then wonder why your legs were giving out the second you opened the car door. āBaby wha- oh. Oh my god babe, Iām so sorry..ā heād apologize, feeling genuine guilt all the while trying to hide his smile.
adding onto this that steve is so big on you using your vibe in bed.
like heās grabbing a condom and your vibe from your nightstand those are the essentials.
heāll be fucking into you so so deep and sucking at your neck and whining about how pretty you are and how good you are and when you grab at his shoulders and scratch up his back and you moan about how close you are, heās like ālemme grab it honeyā and heāll stop to rifle through your nightstand drawer and heāll turn it on (just on the low setting, just enough to send you over the edge) and heāll press it against your clit as he slowly starts fucking back into you again, and heās just. so so wrecked looking at you squirm from the feel of it. heāll try to kiss at your jaw as you writhe around and heāll whisper little ālet go sweetheart, i got you, i know i knowā as youāre cumming and heāll always turn it up a little big higher when you finally cum, and he just loves how tight it makes you when heās inside you<3
also, sometimes when hes kind of turned on but doesnāt really have the energy to really fuck you, you guys will be casually playing with each other in your underwear in bed as youāre making out, and around half way through, heāll pull back just a little, all breathless as heās kissing down your neck to your collarbones like āwhereās your vibe at?ā and youāll lean over to grab it from your dresser or wherever and heāll be like ācan i:)ā and youāll give it to him as he settles you against the pillows and crawls down between your legs. and heāll always just turn it on low at first and just rub it over top your panties, just to get you started, and he loves to smirk up at you like that and wrap his arm around your thigh to keep you still. and then heāll turn it up a bit higher and start to focus on your clit more, and when you start to squirm, heāll be all cocky like āsāthat feel good sweetheart? you need more?ā and then when you start to grab at his hair, heāll take the vibe completely off you and chuckle at your little whines. and then heāll pull your panties to the side, just enough to see you, and heāll kiss your clit all sweet with a little smile like heās not absolutely OBSCENE rn, and heāll peck at your inner thigh before turning your vibe up to the full setting and pressing it into your clit without any mercy <3 and then heāll hold it there until you cum and the whole times heās just trying to hold your hips down as you squirm and cooing down at you like āhey hey i know honey i know i got you, just lemme make you feel good sweetheart yeah i knowā and he literally thinks itās the hottest thing ever when he makes you cum like that, looking up at your pretty face from between your legs <3
Just thinking abt Steve licking his hand before strokin it <3
uhā¦ā¦. yeahā¦ā¦. hngh
i think heās lowkey a bit insatiable when you guys first start dating, and heās trying to be a real gentleman and not, you know, beg to fuck you every other day. so thereās a few times he has to jerk off to the thought of you (a poor substitution but oh well) and he is . so filthy . when he jacks off. he really has it down to a science on how to get it done fast, but sometimes, he doesnāt really have anything better to do, and heās so desperate at the thought of you tbh, and heāll just lean back in bed for a good hour and jack off.
he usually leans back against the bedpost with his boxers still on and heāll lick his hand across the palm to lube himself up a bit christtttt and heāll slip his hand down his boxers to wrap his hand around himself. and heāll close his eyes and rest his head back against the bed frame, and think about your hands and your tits in that low cut top you wear sometimes, and that one time you leaned over in those really tight jeans and your panties peaked out a little, and how your lips feel when you kiss him and the noises you make when he first slips it in hnghhghgh
and then heāll stroke up and down, up and down, real slow at first, biting his lip and just thinking of you and squeezing at the base of himself. and then heāll spread his legs a bit wider and fully pull his cock out of his boxers and use his other hand to rake his fingers through his hair. and then heāll start to focus on his tip a lot more (like you would when youāre sucking him off) and heāll rub at the slit like your tongue would, and heāll take his other hand down to cup at his balls, just like you would, and heāll think about how your nails feel scratching down his back, and the smell of your hair, and how hot youād look laying naked in his sheets, and then heās groaning so so deep and tugging at his dick a lot harder and heās so sticky from precum and sweaty from how long heās been at it, and then he thinks about how tight your pussy feels and how you whine out his name when you cum, and all of a sudden heās leaking all over his hand and all over his boxers and his chest is heaving and heās moaning out your name as if you were here and his head hurts from how tight his eyes are squeezed together<3
and when heās finally calmed down a bit and scrambled to clean himself up and taken a cold shower, heās calling you to ask if you wanna hang out that night O.o
Steve's dick... so leaky and drippy... literally so much pre, and he leaks even more if you make fun of it, "look how hard and wet your cock is, he's soooo needy for me isn't he?"
christttt yeah :( he always has so much cum to give :(
when you guys are just making out on the couch, you always tease him just a little at the literal wet spot he always gets in his jeans. heās already leaking before you even touch him:( youāre always like āhoney:( you need me that bad ? :(ā and he always lays on top of you, groaning all needy into your neck and nipping at your collarbones and leaking even worse through his jeans and against your thigh like ācan we just do it right here:( on the couch. donāt think i can make it upstairsā and you always give in, he just gets so desperate when you tease him:( by the time you peel his jeans off, his boxers are basically ruined. you donāt even need lube at this point he slides in so easy even though heās so big:( he just rubs his hand up and down his shaft a few times and youāre ready to go poor guy:(
laying in bed watching a movie and youāre laying on top of him, down a bit, arms wrapped around his waist and cheek resting on his tummy. his stomach rising and falling as he breathes and his hands in your hair playing absentmindedly as he watches the movie so intently. just how soft his tummy is under his thin little t-shirt and the little squish it has and the feel of his soft sides and his toned back between your arms:) you turn and nuzzle your nose into his tummy and breathe him in and hum against him all content:) and heās all āhey hey quit it youāre tickling meštrying to watch the movieā but he loves it he loves that youāre so sweet with him :(
thinking about super domestic weekends with steven:) he wakes you up saturday morning with a big hug and a dozen kisses all over your face like āwanna go grocery shopping with me:)? i have to get more milk before we run outā and you guys get all ready and he drives you over and holds your hand the whole way there with a little smile on his face as he hums to the radio :) and then when you get into the grocery store he pulls you into his side and whispers in your ear all goofy like āwe should walk through the candy aisle first. yk. for. scienceā and then he grabs a little basket and slings it over his arm and has his other arm slung around your shoulders as he jokes around with you and tells you about work and robin and whatever. and heās just so boyfriend:( so domestic and he squints to read the back of the cereal box heās thinking about getting and when he reaches up to the top shelf for pickles, his shirt rides up just a tad and his boxers peak out over his jeans:) and heās so the type to get a bag of chips and open them in the store and eat them there and when you give him a look heās like āwhat ??? i canāt test the product???? iām gonna buy it. might as well get my moneyās worth.ā and he gets distracted by every single thing. grabs multiple things off shelves like āoo, we should make this. we could make this. for dinner . or lunch this weekā knowing damn well he canāt cook to save his life. walking though empty aisles and heāll kiss your temple when no oneās looking. and he chats up the cashier as he leaves. idk he just . boyfriendism<3
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Licking up his arms, giving him little nibbles here and there, holding hands to reassure him and show him how loved he isā¦ sigh
like.
straddling him and grinding just a little in his lap and holding his hands above his head and just. dragging your tongue up the underside of his forearms:) the skinās so so soft and smooth there and you can feel the hint of his veins peaking out when he squirms a little:) and you go to his wrist and suck a little at his skin, nipping and licking, and he just groans out underneath you, humping up into you a little for some friction with a whimper like āhoney pleaseee. youāre fucking killing me:(ā but you just kiss up his arms to his bicep to his neck to suck a few hickies there that heāll need to hide tomorrow <3
Literally modern steve would be such a douche. I want him so bad. Heād be greasy and wear beanies and loose grey sweatpants and those ugly ass yeezy shoes that look like moldy cheese and say āsup brahā and āwhereās my hug atā and āitās not gay if you have socks onā because he plays gay chicken with all his friends cause heās a closeted bisexual. Heād carry a basketball around school. Heād have a paw patrol backpack. He has the crustiest most broken red iPhone youāve ever seen. He shamelessly follows hentai accounts on instagram. heās a whore and a bitch and his snap score is 3 million. AND I WANT HIM ANYWAY.
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youāre smart. youāre so smart. i love a niche hc within a niche hc.
consider this.
greasy, grimy steve is the modern equivalent of season one steve (aka before he meets robin and before he kind of grows up) right?
he tries to be edgy and a skater boy and he likes to performatively wear necklaces and shit to seem cool and he wears glasses and his hair has a permanent beanie indent and he uses three-in-one and his phone case is cracked beyond repair but he refuses to get a new one and he is just all around grimy.
but heās also. so hot. so so so so hot. in a weird way.
he goes out late at night fries and heās wearing flannel sleep pants and nike slides and he pays the guy behind the counter with crumpled up one dollar bills from his pocket and heās so fucking cocky and charming the whole time like???? youāre gross why am i turned on??? itās the confidence of it all.
he randomly adds girls he met once at a bar on snapchat and he hits them with you āyou looked so stunning tonight. wyd?ā and it WORKS????
he learns to play guitar and he only learns how to play wonderwall and like free bird but he just looks so incredibly fine playing.
he says the WORST dirty talk in bed, but in the moment itās quite literally the hottest thing youāve ever heard. āgod you look so hot on your kneesā
once heās humbled by nancy and he meets robin, i feel he changes A LOT and i think by the time you meet him. heās a lot less sure of himself and heās a lot more vulnerable and mature. grimy steve is just a funny punchline robin likes to bring up around you sometimes and heās always like āshut up, i donāt do that shit anymore.ā but, i think some habits stick around. he still keeps a carton of cigarettes in his bedspread and he still wears the same ratty pajama pants and he wears that beanie on bad hair days and he keeps one or two of the necklaces/rings and never takes them off.
this idea is so bonkers hot pls letās chat.
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