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Hello! I'm Siri (she/her). Welcome to my blog! I write Chris Evans characters x Fem!Reader fanfic, with a little monster loving fic thrown in. So pull up a chair, have your backup panties on standby, and settle in for some shameless hoeing 😘

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The Full Birthday Experience

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,937 Summary: You couldn’t admit that you wanted to make Steve’s birthday special, so instead, you had to put a very you spin on it.  Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit language. Mild sexual content. Alpha!Steve. Sassy omega!Reader. Established relationship. Omegaverse dynamic and details (like scenting, mating glands, etc.). Fluff. Feels. Being emotionally constipated. Slight dirty talk. 

A/N: Surprise, my lovelies! I’m so happy to join in on @witchywithwhiskey ‘s birthday event for Steeb 🥹 Thank you for hosting and helping me choose which Steve to write, Molly! I hope you enjoy this ❤️

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Steve turned away from the coffee machine, jumping a little as he found you standing a few feet away, on the other side of the marble kitchen isle, staring at him in a way that was accusatory. 

“Who’s sneaking up on who now?” he laughed, his smile faltering as your eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you have something you’d like to tell me, Hercules?” you challenged, your look haughty and knowing and annoyed.

“Um.” Steve frowned in confusion, his eyes glinting with concern as they flickered between yours. 

After a moment, you saw something in his gaze shift, his jaw setting slightly as this look of now-or-never sort of determination glimmered in his eyes, making a surge of panic swell within you. 

Because oh my god, that wasn’t what you meant! 

So before Steve could open his mouth and say something you were not yet ready to hear, you beat him to it, tossing a piece of opened mail on the counter. 

Steve blinked down at it, frowning once more as he glanced between you and the paper before him. “...my driver’s license renewal card?”

You huffed, leaning closer and stabbing your finger at the date of birth printed on the card stock. “Your birthday is in a few weeks! And you haven’t mentioned it at all!”

“Oh.” Steve’s big, broad shoulders lifted as he gave you a sheepish look, a rosy flush staining his cheeks and working its way to the tips of his ears. “I just… didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” 

“Well what if I want to?” you glared at him. “You were just going to rob me of the full birthday experience?” You made something close to jazz hands that had Steve choking down a laugh because you did seem genuinely irritated by this. “That’s so selfish of you, Hercules,” you finished with a huff, crossing your arms for good measure.

Even though he was able to suppress his laughter, Steve wasn’t able to do the same with his smile. He grinned big, blue eyes twinkling with a very fond sort of mirth as he rounded the counter and pulled you into his arms. 

“You’re right, omega, I’m the worst.”

“Truly!” you nodded in agreement, your own lips twitching as Steve interlocked his hands at the small of your back and kissed your cheek. 

“Next year, I’ll be sure to set monthly reminders for you about my birthday so it’s always top of mind,” Steve murmured, kissing your other cheek. “It won’t be obnoxious at all.”

You nearly giggled, but were able to maintain your stink eye as you gave him an unimpressed look. “You better,” you hmphed, realizing your mistake a second after you spoke. 

That you didn’t object to the fact that you would still be here–with Steve–a year from now.

You hadn’t really thought much about the future since you were a young omega, still brimming with hope and not yet beat down by the state of the world. 

But now… after months of being in Steve’s orbit, of… whatever this was between you–because you still weren’t ready to admit that you were together–the thought of this whole thing not being temporary, of it being your future, of Steve being your future… 

Well, it was an idea that you didn’t hate.

You could tell by the warmth and softness in Steve’s gaze that he was thinking along the same lines as you, but again, you just couldn’t with what ifs, and big feelings, and more. 

Not yet.  

“So,” you cleared your throat, pretending to fiddle with the collar of Steve’s t-shirt so you could escape his intese gaze for a moment. “What would the perfect birthday look like to you?”

Steve was quiet for a moment, for more than a moment, and you felt a swirl of anxiety in your stomach, worried that you had upset him by side-stepping the almost emotional landmine. 

But when you peeked up at him, Steve’s gaze was just as warm and soft as a moment ago, and he was giving you a small, boyish smile as he replied, “I think I have an idea that we’ll both enjoy.”

A few weeks later, on Steve’s birthday, his idea came to fruition, and for the first time in a very long time–maybe ever–you really were getting the full birthday experience, even if it wasn’t your birthday.

But that didn’t make it any less perfect.

Because Steve had driven you upstate to a small lake house in the middle of the woods. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had been out of the city, and it truly felt like a slice of heaven to be surrounded by nature and quiet and have Steve all to yourself on his special day.  

His special day was just part of the week-long vacation he had surprised you with, and he really had planned it all so perfectly. The fridge and pantry were stocked with your favorite prepped foods and takeout, so neither of you would need to cook. And he had gotten a cute little birthday cake, along with lots of other treats, from his favorite bakery. 

And now, you were both enjoying the gorgeous tranquility around you, as you and Steve sat on the dock out back of the house, watching the sun set over the lake. 

You gave a quiet sigh of contentment as you sank back in the circle of Steve’s arms, allowing your head to fall to the side as his nose skimmed up the side of your throat as he took his time scenting you. 

It was actually the first time you two had ever done this–scenting outside of sex–and you didn’t hate it. You were kind of obsessed with it to be honest.

In fact, you had never been so squirmy in your life, your mind pleasantly hazy and quiet for once as you gave a soft chirp when Steve pressed a kiss to your unmarked mating gland. 

“You smell so good, omega,” he murmured against your skin, inhaling deeply and purring with satisfaction as he basked in your scent. “You always do.”

Your inner omega chirped up a storm, loving Steve’s attention and admiration as you turned your face so you could nuzzle his nose with yours. 

Steve kissed you gently, his eyes so soft and happy as he told you, “This really is the perfect birthday.” His lips touched yours again, lingering this time before he pulled away and breathed, “Thank you, omega. I mean it.”

As he often was, Steve was so earnest in his words and feelings, but something about the sheer affection for you that was coloring his alpha scent had you feeling shy, and a little cranky to be honest. 

Because you were still getting used to how much Steve made you feel and want, even after knowing him for months. But you shoved down the minor flare of irritation that you knew was a defense mechanism, because you would not be bitchy with Steve on his birthday. 

So instead, you playfully rolled your eyes, murmuring, “You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you,” Steve grinned. 

Your scent spiked with your own joy–and something wanting–and he huffed a laugh.

He leaned in and kissed your mating gland, laughing again as you squealed and tried to squirm away, overwhelmed by how sensitive that part of you was, especially under Steve’s attention. 

“How do you like it?” he rumbled, eyes twinkling as you huffed and twisted in his hold to glare at him. 

For a moment, you just gave him the best stink eye you could muster, and then, you pounced.

Of course you knew that Steve was letting you “attack” him as he fell back against the dock and took you with him. But that didn’t make it any less silly or fun as you wrestled with him until you straddled his hips and had his hands pinned above his head, preening your victory. 

“Well now that you’ve got me, what are you gonna do with me?” Steve husked, his eyes noticeably darker as you hovered over him. 

For probably the millionth time, you were nearly struck dumb by how gorgeous Steve was. His skin smooth and flawless, his golden hair gleaming in the setting sun and now perfectly mussed. And his eyes–those pretty blue eyes–so expressive as he watched you, as he waited for whatever you deemed came next. 

For a long, quiet moment, you just stared at each other, and then your eyes flickered down to another feature of his that you sure did love–those plump pink lips. 

Those plump, pink, kissable lips. 

“I have a few ideas,” you finally replied before swooping close and capturing his lips with yours. 

Steve groaned into your mouth as you traded pinning his wrists for framing his face between your hands. You made your own sound of delight when you felt his touch at your hips, his fingers pressing into you, holding you tight and urging your body against his even more.  

Your lips teased and tasted until both you and Steve were breathless, and when you finally pulled back enough to raggedly inhale a gulp of air, you paused for a beat, your eyes dancing as you said, “I want smores.”

“I want more too,” Steve immediately returned. His big hand cradled your cheek and tried to reel you back in for another kiss, but you pulled away. 

Giggling as you sat up over him, you shook your head, lips curled into a playful smirk as you tutted, “Keep it in your pants, Hercules. I want smores. You promised we’d make them using that little fire pit on the back deck.”

For a long moment, Steve just stared up at you, uncomprehending, gaping. And it was nearly enough to make you cackle, but then he blinked owlishly, his brain rebooting, and he didn’t look disappointed at all as he said, “Oh. Right.” Instead, he gave your hips a squeeze, his grin boyish as he continued, “I’ll go set it up now.”

You couldn’t help the dreamy sigh that bubbled past your lips as Steve helped you to your feet. Because he really was so good, so perfect.

And he was all yours. 

Preening for a different reason now, you looped your arm through Steve’s, pressing close to his side as you two began to slowly walk back up the dock. 

You felt mischievous as you glanced over and drank in the still flushed state of Steve’s cheeks, the way his lips were still kiss swollen, too.

“After smores, then I’ll give you more,” you teased, shooting Steve a wicked grin. “You can spend the rest of my night fucking me full of your cum and keeping me on your knot, birthday boy.”

Steve tripped over his own feet, making you burst into laughter as you grabbed onto him to help steady his steps, enjoying the way his flush deepened for an entirely different reason now as he shot you a stink eye. 

“You’re such a menace," he muttered, but he was already grinning again as he wrapped his arm around you and tugged you flush against him. “But you’re my menace.”

“Well happy birthday to you,” you chimed, laughing into Steve’s side as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

He held you just a little bit tighter as he murmured against your hair, “You’re the best birthday present ever,” rumbling his content as you caught his hand with yours, twined your fingers together, and stayed tucked close as you cleared the dock and made your way back to the lake house. 

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[anika-ann]

...and I'll love it, what a way to go 🤭 oh my heart. They are so perfect for each other! THE INTIMACY AND LOVE BETWEEN THEM I CANNOT 🥺🥹💕

[stargazingfangirl18]

They truly ruin my life in the best way possible 😭

[lilacevans]

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐓𝐨𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞.

Part One in a series of Pete’s Place regular one-shots.

main masterlist | meet the regulars

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ pairing: Andy Barber x female!reader.

word count: 803 | series rating: explicit. ༊*·˚

warnings: daddy kink, prostitution (kinda), light smuttiness, andy being sweet (although not really).

this is a dark au. minors are not welcome here.

“Knock, knock,” Andy called out, stepping into the dressing room where you were finishing up some final touches to your liner, eyes lightening up at the reflection of a large bouquet of roses in his arm and a large, sleek black bag dangling from his hand.

You whirled yourself around, liner clattering amongst the mess of the vanity. “Chanel?” You gawked, a grin breaking out.

Andy had a habit of showing up with gifts; clothes, jewellery, flowers, whatever he could think of for his favourite girl of the week, but you had managed to keep his undivided attention for well over a month now. Had he been any other man in the club, you would’ve already propositioned him, offering yourself for a night, but he was too close with Pete; although the more attention he gave, the more you found yourself toying with the risk.

“For me?” You feigned surprise, “I could never— Gimme, gimme, gimme—“

Andy chuckled as he strolled over, bag outstretched towards your grabby hands and pressed a soft, brief kiss to the top of your head. You leaned up as you shook the box open, grinning and letting your lips ghost against his— the closest you had ever gotten to kissing him before. Each gift, each kind word, each longing look; every new tale you heard from the girls about how attentive he was in bed, how calling him ‘Daddy’ kept him hard for hours, how he rambled filth when he was close… it all just kept shoving you past a line you were trying desperately not to toe.

“You know I love spoiling you,” Andy said softly, pulling the chair from the neighbouring vanity closer so he could perch next to you as you pulled out the small, intricately designed black bag. “I chose something simple, didn’t know exactly what you would like—“

“Bullshit,” You giggled, cutting him off which resulted in a bashful smile spreading across his face. “You knew I’d love it.”

“Yeah, I did,” Andy laughed, placing the roses on your vanity and reaching for your hand, thumb rubbing over the dainty diamond ring he had gotten you the week before.

“I love it,” You told him honestly, placing the bag back in the box and carefully placing it down on the floor. “And I love the roses, you always know exactly what to get me.”

“Think I’ve earned a little one on one?” Andy asked, hands moving to your hips as you got up, resting your hands on his shoulders for a moment before letting them cross behind his neck, hand bending up to card through his hair.

“Pete doesn’t let me in VIP, and… I don’t really feel comfortable—“

“Oh! No! Not that,” Andy quickly cut in, eyes wild with fear that he’d caused you any kind of discomfort. He slid his hand up and down your back while the other massaged the meat of your hip. “Not that I wouldn’t want— Ah, fuck. I know that’s not your thing. I just wanted some time with you. What about after—“

“I can’t,” You replied woefully, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the deep red of the VIP rooms. “Pete doesn’t allow it. I’m sorry.”

“What? I can’t even buy you dinner? In your free time?”

“You’re a club client,” You explained, your eyes locked on his. “Pete’s client. I’m not…”

You trailed off, staring at him for a moment. His blue eyes were kept on yours, waiting earnestly for you to continue talking. His white shirt, ruffled from his day stuck in an office, clung to chest; taunting you with the defined muscles that hid underneath. The hands heavy on your body clouded your senses and made the devil on your shoulder jump for joy when the last of your resolve broke.

“Fuck it,” You murmured, more to yourself than to Andy.

You slid yourself into his lap, not giving either of you a second to think, before you slotted your lips against his and immediately melted into him. His hand found the back of your neck, keeping you anchored to him as he slid his tongue against yours, and used his other hand to rock your hips down against his.

“Let Daddy have you, baby, please. I’ll be so good to you,” Andy begged, almost breathlessly against your lips as your eyes flicked towards the door to ensure you were still alone. “Please, pretty baby—“

“Do you know where I’m staying?” You asked, letting a small smile slip when Andy hastily nodded, his hands coming up to cup your face, trying to pull you back against his lips. “Meet me there, park around the back.”

“Can’t wait, Sugar.” Andy sealed your fate with another swift, messy kiss before reluctantly letting you slide off his lap. “I’ll see you on the floor,” He said softly, standing and leaning down to steal a final kiss before rolling out his shoulders and loosening his tie a little as he headed towards the door. “Bye, baby.”

“Bye, Daddy,” You teased.

“I will fuck you right here on this floor,” Andy threatened quietly, finger pointed out to you, turning in the doorway before taking a few steps back and disappearing with a grin.

[stargazingfangirl18]

I’M IN LOVE. Just a little kindness and I am a good, faithful puppy. Spoil away, sir ☺️

[biteofcherry]

So in regards to werewolves steve in "Scaretale", what happens if another female werewolf, or woman tries to hit on him?😱😱😱

All the better to eat you

Scaretale universe

werewolf!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: Dark!Steve. Forced relationship. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Monsterfucking, no bestiality. Unprotected sex. Size kink. Dirty talk. Smidge of degradation.

word count: 1.4k

You didn’t understand why Steve’s face carved into wild displeasure, his clawed fingers clenching around your wrist tighter as he tugged you to his side and started marching home. 

If anything, you should be the one glaring and huffing. 

Maybe you even did a little. Of the glaring at least. Behind his back, when he wasn’t watching. He was too busy smiling at the werewolf female at the fruit stand. She was boldly flirting with him, treating you - his mate - like air. Her tits nearly fell out of the corset as she leaned over the stand to supposedly point at something. 

When she gave Steve a small paperbag of gooseberries for sampling and he offered them to you, you just shook your head and dropped your gaze down.

You felt uneasy. Inside, you were boiling, desperate to break something. But you feared showing any of it. 

With the female holding his attention, you didn’t expect Steve to suddenly snap into a pissy mood himself. Yet something clearly provoked him. He wasn’t even patient enough to continue in your pace, but picked you up and carried you home in long strides the last few meters. Inside the house, he put you down on your feet and glared at you. 

“I’m your mate,” he growled.

“I know, Steve.” Enough time passed for you to accept that fate and experience a certain, warm security that accompanied it. 

“Then why didn’t you stake a claim on me?” His blue eyes glinted with anger. A dangerous flicker moments before beastly ruin awaited you. 

You might be still lost in the lands your werewolf lived and brought you to, but your mind wasn’t broken or unable to put together the pieces. It started at the fruit stand, so it had to be connected to it. Apparently, while you fumed that he was flirting with the werewolf female, Steve was angry with you not displaying jealousy. 

“I’m human,” you gulped nervously. “She’s a werewolf. She could hurt me if I lashed out at her.”

“Nobody would ever hurt you, bunny.” Steve huffed, tracing your cheek with a sharp claw. “You’re mine. I’d rip out their throat for attempting to touch you.”

“Besides-” he stepped closer. Steve’s hand trailed lower, fingers brushing down the column of your throat. 

“I meant: claim me, not fight over me.” His lips curved in a sharp, hungry grin.

You blinked up at him, processing his words. Which was proving harder to do as Steve pressed even closer to you. Heat of his body radiated in waves that your body was already too familiar with, conditioned to react with readiness. 

“How?” Your voice wavered softly as scorching embarrassment spread inside your chest, rushing to the top of your head. 

With how many times Steve growled possessive words when he fucked you into a broken mess, you knew the word claim in the werewolves’ understanding was always connected with physicality. And you knew he didn’t mean to simply hold his hand as a sign of said right.

“How do you think I would claim you, if anyone looked at you with interest?” Steve’s fingers curled around the front of your neck. His other hand tugged loose the ribbons tying your dress in place. 

He asked about looking at you, because if anyone tried to touch you, he’d slaughter them. 

“I’d kiss that sweet mouth of yours-” Steve pushed your dress off your body- “or grab that lovely ass-” he trailed his fingers down your spine and under the curve of your bare butt- “or drive my fingers beneath your dress-” 

“I- I could kiss you,” your voice turned breathless as Steve’s touch drew wetness between your thighs. 

Steve tutted, nuzzling his nose under your earlobe. He gripped one of your legs and lifted it slightly, opening you up so your clit grazed directly against his jeans. 

“Now that I think of it, kissing is too tame.” He declared; you could feel his wolfish grin against your cheek. 

“But you’re not ready for more, huh, bunny? Not ready to rub yourself against your mate’s cock in public and have me leak in my pants? My shy little bunny isn’t ready yet to grab a fistful of my hair and demand I fuck you full in public, so hungry werewolf bitches see that I already have a tight pussy to breed?” 

A whimper. That was the only sound you were able to make as dirty words spilled out of Steve’s mouth and his pelvis kept grinding against your bare pussy. 

“Until then, I’ll have to fuck you like my bitch before every outing, so that you smell of me and I smell of you, and there is no doubt whose pussy came all over me.” 

In a sudden move, Steve kicked your legs from beneath you. Instead of dropping you onto the floor and pinning you to it, he pulled you with him as he went down. You landed on top of him, straddling his hips. 

“Claim me now, bunny,” he growled, taking off his own sweater and tossing it aside. 

His big hands landed on your hips. He purposely didn’t retract his claws, digging sharp tips into your skin. Sharply, he bucked up into you and a lewd moan spilled out of your mouth. 

“Come on,” he urged you, using one of his hands to force your smaller hands to work his pants open. 

His cock was already hard, slapping against your thigh as you released it. Thick and hot, and every bit as scary as the first time you saw it. 

“It’ll be too big this way,” you bit your bottom lip, palming him with one hand. 

When Steve had you on your hands and knees, it felt too big, but physically possible to take him. When he spread you on your back and tilted your ass up, it was somehow doable too. Or when he pinned you down and plowed you in prone bone, the stretch of him in your tightness brought you to near unconsciousness, but still proved you could take it.

With you on top, however, it seemed impossible to impale yourself on that cock. 

“Your pussy is going to take it all anyway.” Steve’s tone was unyielding. 

With a pouty sniffle, you lifted your hips up to line his dick with your entrance. The head barely pushed in and a shudder rocked your body. It opened you so much right on the first inches! 

Steve squeezed your hips. You lowered another inch. 

“All of it, bunny,” he growled, impatient. 

Bracing your hands on Steve’s hairy chest, you rolled your hips, swallowing more of his fat cock. The stretch was reminiscent of the first time he split you on his dick. 

A broken gasp puffed on your lips. Your eyes misted with tears - not from pain exactly, but the overwhelming intensity of it all. You caught Steve’s gaze; his blue eyes shining with predatory glee that heralded ruin. 

He didn’t give you a chance to plead for mercy as he gripped your hips tighter and slammed you down, at the same time driving up into you. 

“Ahhh!” You screamed, head thrown back, fingernails needling Steve’s chest. 

Your pussy spasmed. A heartbeat later a gush of wetness welcomed brutal intrusion. 

“Either ride me, like you own me, bunny.” Steve growled.

“Or I’ll fuck you like my little bitch. A cocksleeve for a werewolf’s fat cock and knot, and a cumdump to spill into.” 

A quiver rippled through your body, both in response to his filthy words and to the feeling of unbearable stretch. You had difficulty lolling your head back forward, your gaze glassy. 

Your thighs were burning. If you even found it in yourself to start moving and ride him the way he wanted, you wouldn’t hold the position for long. And the longer his cock was lodged deep inside you, the less you could think of anything - any comeback, any protest, any plead. 

“What’s it gonna be?” He asked, bouncing you on him in a rough move.

You fell forward, dropping your weight onto Steve and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Your little bitch,” you whispered, ashamed of yourself for wanting it that way.

“Yes, you are.” Steve laughed cruelly. “My little bitch that takes it in all her holes and cums from it so sweetly."

"Going to bounce you on my cock until you cream all over it. Then you’ll slide your leaking cunt across my chest and sit on my face, bunny. I’ll have you coming on it. And when you’re steady enough on your feet, we’ll go back to the marketplace. Both smelling of each other.” 

[stargazingfangirl18]

I meeeean imo Steve’s the one acting like a little bitch 🤣 A jealous puppy who wants everyone to know who he belongs to 🤭

[thezombieprostitute]

Lloyd Hansen has retired. He's trying to appreciate the finer things in life and along the way he joins Scrabble tournaments and quickly becomes a champion. But then he finds his title threatened by you!

Preternaturally Annoying

Warnings: Asshole Lloyd. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.

"Don't use 'preternatural'," Lloyd scoffs. "That's an asshole word."

"You're just pissed that I got a triple word score off your 'tern'," you retort.

Lloyd grumbles under his breath. He really thought he'd burned that square for you.

When Lloyd had been told he needed to retire or he'd be thrown into prison, he'd opted for the safer route, even if it was more boring. But he hadn't been prepared for just how boring.

He'd ended up finding himself walking into the library just to try to find something to do and that's when he spotted you working the reference desk. Not his usual type, but he had to admit those hips combined with the cardigan and hair tied up really did something for him.

Especially when you kept shooting him down. No matter what he did, you never gave in. Never gave him what he wanted. You were a challenge. You were interesting.

When he found out you were running a Scrabble Tournament he signed up for it, knowing it would force you to interact with him. He wasn't expecting to be good at it, let alone enjoying the outlet for his competitiveness. He even took the time to research the best words to use for unusual letters.

And yet, you're still kicking his ass. If you weren't in a public place, he wouldn't be spending so much energy into hiding his erection.

Tagging: @agustdboyoongie; @alicedopey; @alphabetically-deranged; @blacksilks; @blobfishlol; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @stellar-solar-flare; @thiquefunlover63;

[stargazingfangirl18]

Hahahahahaha I truly love this scenario for Lloyd. And he’s so obsessed with us 😌 As he should be lol.

[veltana]

hello hello it's me 🤭

terrorising you for the way you terrorised me.

Babes™ and Sexting. how do they do it? do they send their pictures too or just drool over the ones you send them? do they praise you and beg you for more? or just order you to do so?

Hahah the terror balance needs to be maintained 😂

I think we can all agree that Ari is a slut and would have no shame sending nude photos to you, if you asked. In the beginning, he might send some very mild ones, not to freak you out, just to tease you. He would never send a 🍆-pic without your approval (no babe would) but when he does just the sight of it makes you 💦

Bucky would be very blunt, not much nuance, more like I would love to fuck your tits, after you send him a pic of your boobs in your new push up bra.

Steve wants to build anticipation, he likes the thought of you home alone waiting for him wet and ready. He describes in detail what he wants to do to you, asking if you're going to behave, be good for him, or if he's gonna have to punish you. You can barely concentrate on work on those days.

Andy wants control, telling you what to do. Take a pic of yourself on all fours, ass towards the camera. And when you ask for something in return, he doesn't mind locking the door to his office and taking a pic of the outline of his hard cock through his slacks, or take it out and show you just how hard and leaking you make him.

[stargazingfangirl18]

Ari’s a slut, but a gentlemanly slut 🤣

Andy really took me out tho 😮‍💨

[thezombieprostitute]

Hey, Zombie! How are Steve and Newbie spending his birthday? 🥹

Tech Tuesday: Steve Rogers | Snippet

Summary: You and Steve take another important step in your relationship.

Warnings: Bad jokes, Implied smut, Puns. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

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"I can't believe how difficult it is to find birthday stuff amongst all the Fourth of July decorations!" you huff as you push the shopping cart down yet another aisle.

"I mean, there are worse holidays to share your birthday with," Steve blushes. "Can you imagine sharing your birthday with Christmas?"

"Sort of. Mom's birthday is the day after so you can imagine the stories she'd tell about no one having the energy to celebrate her birthday. The disappointment at not getting any gifts for her special day."

Steve winces. "Now I know why you made sure to keep her birthday gifts separated from her Christmas gifts."

"Exactly! But that still doesn't help me now."

"You know we don't need to do anything special for my birthday, right? I'll be more than happy with a cake from you and a visit with some friends."

"Yes, but how am I supposed to bake you a birthday cake when all I'm able to find are Fourth of July things?" you pout.

Steve hugs you from behind and gently kisses your neck, distracting you from your shopping frustrations.

"You could always just get me some cheese so I can have a gouda birthday," he jokes, making you giggle.

"That's so cheesy!" you roll your eyes. "Maybe I should bake up a cheesecake for you."

"Ooo! That does sound yummy!"

"Good thing you're not a ghost or I'd have to try to make i-scream cake," you smirk.

Steve throws his head back as he laughs. "I love you so much. I'll never dessert you."

Tagging: @agustdboyoongie; @alicedopey; @alphabetically-deranged; @blobfishlol; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @kmc1989; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ozwriterchick; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63;

[stargazingfangirl18]

Hahahahahaha I love these two goobers so much 🤣🥹 If their wedding vows aren’t filled with dumb puns and jokes, I’m going to be so disappointed bwahaha.

Thank you for cooking this up for us! ❤️

[lilacevans]

༊*·˚ main materlist | pete’s place’s opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

''𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅.''

eep okay. fresh set. reblogs are reaaaaaally appreciated since i fucked up the last set. pls & thank u loveliesssss.

[stargazingfangirl18]

🫠🫠🫠

I love how you insert your own story’s dialogue 🤩

[quadriceps-deactivated20171230]

what’s the mood for tuesday

[xenosaga]

[phanerozoicfossilgardener]

As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What kind of lady could bring Curtis and Steve together 🤔

[stargazingfangirl18]

A human disaster who needs to be kept alive for some reason 👀 They’d both be so 🙄 but also… I could see them being 👀🍆 especially if you’re stuck together/forced proximity and what else do they have to do to occupy the time? 😇

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Best friend!Ransom. He always liked spending time with us bc we're chill and love books but we never tried very hard. He didn't have to be a bro or a charmer. He can have his flings and we don't care about anything but sharing our new reads, etc.

That is, until someone else starts showing interest....

[thezombieprostitute]

I can think of a few men who make Ransom feel insecure. Or would it just be the fact that someone's trying to woo us, not also him feeling insecure?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Or

[thezombieprostitute]

They're definitely two of the three I was thinking of (third was Napoleon Solo)! But if we're talking a bookworm, I could see Jonathan being the one that's drawn to her. A shared love of reading and stillness. She swoons when he reads to her.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Ooh I could do some research on Napoleon tho...

[thezombieprostitute]

The man is a skilled thief and master charmer. Highly intelligent and knows how to cook! @alicedopey and I have been talking about ways to get him into more stories. 🤭

[alicedopey]

Ooooh this man is wonderful. He is such a smooth talker, a charmer and a *nice* gentleman.

Now honestly if it’s about reading, Jonathan wins. That sweet voice…..🥰

[stargazingfangirl18]

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor @thezombieprostitute @alicedopey I could really see Ransom being sooooo insecure because Napoleon is a smooooke show but also very witty so he could likely out verbally spar sweater daddy. Also, the accent 🫠

[spacewonder19]

Herbig Haro 909 A in Chamaeleon ©

[stargazingfangirl18]

Being delivered to mafia Steve as a birthday present - with a pretty bow (and nothing else)

Oh yesssss 🥴😮‍💨🫠

I’m imagining you kneeling on the floor in the middle of his study, trembling and silently crying as you hug yourself and try to cover as much of your nudity as possible.

You can’t help but recoil when Steve’s fingers tickle along your bare shoulder as he slowly circles you—the penultimate predator.

He tuts at your attempted retreat from his touch as he comes to a stop in front of you. His fingers catch beneath your chin, not only to tilt your tear-stained face up, forcing you to meet his gaze, but to reel you in closer, too, so you’re only inches away from his pelvis.

“You’ll learn very quickly not to try to run away from me, sweetheart… I don’t take kindly to defiance, no matter how small the act.” His touch was surprisingly gentle as he drew his knuckles down your cheek. “And something tells me that a delicate thing like you wouldn’t be very good at enduring my brand of punishment.”

You shudder at the steel in Steve’s voice, the hard glint in his eyes.

His outright threat.

Your breath hitches on an aborted sob as he drags you even closer to him, until your face is pressed against the growing bulge at the front of his slacks.

But this time, you don’t try to pull away. Swallowing down your tears, you force yourself to go pliant and sink against him even more.

Steve huffs a quiet, delighted laugh, his voice much warmer now as he coos, “Good girl.”

-

Um. I made myself very 🫪 and 💦 with this.

[stargazingfangirl18]

This Steve has been eating away at my whore brain 🥴 So, naturally, I had this thot…

You’re perched on Steve’s lap at one of his clubs so he can steal moments of enjoying you in between business—how good you look in the dress he picked out, how soft the skin of your bare thighs are beneath his fingers, how you’re trying so hard not to curl in on yourself and risk his displeasure even though he can tell you’re extremely uncomfortable.

God, you’re just so fucking sweet.

Needless to say, Steve is enjoying himself. Until the business associate across the table from the two of you makes the mistake of looking at you. Of commenting on Steve’s pretty new toy. Of reaching out and brazenly touching your cheek.

Which is the last thing he ever does with that hand.

Or at all.

It happens so quickly, Steve shifting you off his lap, pulling the largest knife you’ve ever seen from behind his back, and stabbing it through the asshole’s hand, pinning it to the table top.

But that isn’t enough retribution for Steve. Before you can blink, he’s on his feet, reaching across the table, and snapping the man’s neck with his bare hands.

You watch in horror as his former business associate slumps across the table.

Dead.

Right out in the open, surrounded by a club full of people, very few of whom seem even a tiny bit surprised or disturbed by this display.

You’re not quick enough—or in your right mind enough—to suppress the terrified whimper that bubbles up as Steve retakes his seat and sweeps you back onto his lap.

“Shhh,” he shushes you with a gentle caress up your side. Until his big hand—one of which he just used to kill someone—is softly cradling the side of your neck and reeling you close.

Steve nuzzles your cheek with a quiet hum, breathing you in on deep breath before letting it out on a sigh.

His fingers tickle beneath your chin, turning your wide, disbelieving gaze his way, and he grins at your complete and utter shock.

“No one touches what’s mine,” he winks before running his thumb along your lower lip then reaching for his drink.

—

Status: still 🫪💦 Send help 🆘

[krirebr]

Siri! Stop! No! I'm so obsessed with him!! He's the perfect kind of scary!

I can't stop thinking about how gleeful he'll be when she finally gives him an excuse to punish her. The way he'll softly coo and comfort her the whole time even as he completely destroys her. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[stargazingfangirl18]

I need him!!!! He’d be such a mind fuck, and this Reader is so weak and needs his approval and praise 🫠 In absolute tears and pain but still leaning in to Steve’s gentle touches and clinging to his shirt as he coos at you for being so brave 😵

[stargazingfangirl18]

The Full Birthday Experience

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,937 Summary: You couldn’t admit that you wanted to make Steve’s birthday special, so instead, you had to put a very you spin on it.  Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit language. Mild sexual content. Alpha!Steve. Sassy omega!Reader. Established relationship. Omegaverse dynamic and details (like scenting, mating glands, etc.). Fluff. Feels. Being emotionally constipated. Slight dirty talk. 

A/N: Surprise, my lovelies! I’m so happy to join in on @witchywithwhiskey ‘s birthday event for Steeb 🥹 Thank you for hosting and helping me choose which Steve to write, Molly! I hope you enjoy this ❤️

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Steve turned away from the coffee machine, jumping a little as he found you standing a few feet away, on the other side of the marble kitchen isle, staring at him in a way that was accusatory. 

“Who’s sneaking up on who now?” he laughed, his smile faltering as your eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you have something you’d like to tell me, Hercules?” you challenged, your look haughty and knowing and annoyed.

“Um.” Steve frowned in confusion, his eyes glinting with concern as they flickered between yours. 

After a moment, you saw something in his gaze shift, his jaw setting slightly as this look of now-or-never sort of determination glimmered in his eyes, making a surge of panic swell within you. 

Because oh my god, that wasn’t what you meant! 

So before Steve could open his mouth and say something you were not yet ready to hear, you beat him to it, tossing a piece of opened mail on the counter. 

Steve blinked down at it, frowning once more as he glanced between you and the paper before him. “...my driver’s license renewal card?”

You huffed, leaning closer and stabbing your finger at the date of birth printed on the card stock. “Your birthday is in a few weeks! And you haven’t mentioned it at all!”

“Oh.” Steve’s big, broad shoulders lifted as he gave you a sheepish look, a rosy flush staining his cheeks and working its way to the tips of his ears. “I just… didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” 

“Well what if I want to?” you glared at him. “You were just going to rob me of the full birthday experience?” You made something close to jazz hands that had Steve choking down a laugh because you did seem genuinely irritated by this. “That’s so selfish of you, Hercules,” you finished with a huff, crossing your arms for good measure.

Even though he was able to suppress his laughter, Steve wasn’t able to do the same with his smile. He grinned big, blue eyes twinkling with a very fond sort of mirth as he rounded the counter and pulled you into his arms. 

“You’re right, omega, I’m the worst.”

“Truly!” you nodded in agreement, your own lips twitching as Steve interlocked his hands at the small of your back and kissed your cheek. 

“Next year, I’ll be sure to set monthly reminders for you about my birthday so it’s always top of mind,” Steve murmured, kissing your other cheek. “It won’t be obnoxious at all.”

You nearly giggled, but were able to maintain your stink eye as you gave him an unimpressed look. “You better,” you hmphed, realizing your mistake a second after you spoke. 

That you didn’t object to the fact that you would still be here–with Steve–a year from now.

You hadn’t really thought much about the future since you were a young omega, still brimming with hope and not yet beat down by the state of the world. 

But now… after months of being in Steve’s orbit, of… whatever this was between you–because you still weren’t ready to admit that you were together–the thought of this whole thing not being temporary, of it being your future, of Steve being your future… 

Well, it was an idea that you didn’t hate.

You could tell by the warmth and softness in Steve’s gaze that he was thinking along the same lines as you, but again, you just couldn’t with what ifs, and big feelings, and more. 

Not yet.  

“So,” you cleared your throat, pretending to fiddle with the collar of Steve’s t-shirt so you could escape his intese gaze for a moment. “What would the perfect birthday look like to you?”

Steve was quiet for a moment, for more than a moment, and you felt a swirl of anxiety in your stomach, worried that you had upset him by side-stepping the almost emotional landmine. 

But when you peeked up at him, Steve’s gaze was just as warm and soft as a moment ago, and he was giving you a small, boyish smile as he replied, “I think I have an idea that we’ll both enjoy.”

A few weeks later, on Steve’s birthday, his idea came to fruition, and for the first time in a very long time–maybe ever–you really were getting the full birthday experience, even if it wasn’t your birthday.

But that didn’t make it any less perfect.

Because Steve had driven you upstate to a small lake house in the middle of the woods. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had been out of the city, and it truly felt like a slice of heaven to be surrounded by nature and quiet and have Steve all to yourself on his special day.  

His special day was just part of the week-long vacation he had surprised you with, and he really had planned it all so perfectly. The fridge and pantry were stocked with your favorite prepped foods and takeout, so neither of you would need to cook. And he had gotten a cute little birthday cake, along with lots of other treats, from his favorite bakery. 

And now, you were both enjoying the gorgeous tranquility around you, as you and Steve sat on the dock out back of the house, watching the sun set over the lake. 

You gave a quiet sigh of contentment as you sank back in the circle of Steve’s arms, allowing your head to fall to the side as his nose skimmed up the side of your throat as he took his time scenting you. 

It was actually the first time you two had ever done this–scenting outside of sex–and you didn’t hate it. You were kind of obsessed with it to be honest.

In fact, you had never been so squirmy in your life, your mind pleasantly hazy and quiet for once as you gave a soft chirp when Steve pressed a kiss to your unmarked mating gland. 

“You smell so good, omega,” he murmured against your skin, inhaling deeply and purring with satisfaction as he basked in your scent. “You always do.”

Your inner omega chirped up a storm, loving Steve’s attention and admiration as you turned your face so you could nuzzle his nose with yours. 

Steve kissed you gently, his eyes so soft and happy as he told you, “This really is the perfect birthday.” His lips touched yours again, lingering this time before he pulled away and breathed, “Thank you, omega. I mean it.”

As he often was, Steve was so earnest in his words and feelings, but something about the sheer affection for you that was coloring his alpha scent had you feeling shy, and a little cranky to be honest. 

Because you were still getting used to how much Steve made you feel and want, even after knowing him for months. But you shoved down the minor flare of irritation that you knew was a defense mechanism, because you would not be bitchy with Steve on his birthday. 

So instead, you playfully rolled your eyes, murmuring, “You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you,” Steve grinned. 

Your scent spiked with your own joy–and something wanting–and he huffed a laugh.

He leaned in and kissed your mating gland, laughing again as you squealed and tried to squirm away, overwhelmed by how sensitive that part of you was, especially under Steve’s attention. 

“How do you like it?” he rumbled, eyes twinkling as you huffed and twisted in his hold to glare at him. 

For a moment, you just gave him the best stink eye you could muster, and then, you pounced.

Of course you knew that Steve was letting you “attack” him as he fell back against the dock and took you with him. But that didn’t make it any less silly or fun as you wrestled with him until you straddled his hips and had his hands pinned above his head, preening your victory. 

“Well now that you’ve got me, what are you gonna do with me?” Steve husked, his eyes noticeably darker as you hovered over him. 

For probably the millionth time, you were nearly struck dumb by how gorgeous Steve was. His skin smooth and flawless, his golden hair gleaming in the setting sun and now perfectly mussed. And his eyes–those pretty blue eyes–so expressive as he watched you, as he waited for whatever you deemed came next. 

For a long, quiet moment, you just stared at each other, and then your eyes flickered down to another feature of his that you sure did love–those plump pink lips. 

Those plump, pink, kissable lips. 

“I have a few ideas,” you finally replied before swooping close and capturing his lips with yours. 

Steve groaned into your mouth as you traded pinning his wrists for framing his face between your hands. You made your own sound of delight when you felt his touch at your hips, his fingers pressing into you, holding you tight and urging your body against his even more.  

Your lips teased and tasted until both you and Steve were breathless, and when you finally pulled back enough to raggedly inhale a gulp of air, you paused for a beat, your eyes dancing as you said, “I want smores.”

“I want more too,” Steve immediately returned. His big hand cradled your cheek and tried to reel you back in for another kiss, but you pulled away. 

Giggling as you sat up over him, you shook your head, lips curled into a playful smirk as you tutted, “Keep it in your pants, Hercules. I want smores. You promised we’d make them using that little fire pit on the back deck.”

For a long moment, Steve just stared up at you, uncomprehending, gaping. And it was nearly enough to make you cackle, but then he blinked owlishly, his brain rebooting, and he didn’t look disappointed at all as he said, “Oh. Right.” Instead, he gave your hips a squeeze, his grin boyish as he continued, “I’ll go set it up now.”

You couldn’t help the dreamy sigh that bubbled past your lips as Steve helped you to your feet. Because he really was so good, so perfect.

And he was all yours. 

Preening for a different reason now, you looped your arm through Steve’s, pressing close to his side as you two began to slowly walk back up the dock. 

You felt mischievous as you glanced over and drank in the still flushed state of Steve’s cheeks, the way his lips were still kiss swollen, too.

“After smores, then I’ll give you more,” you teased, shooting Steve a wicked grin. “You can spend the rest of my night fucking me full of your cum and keeping me on your knot, birthday boy.”

Steve tripped over his own feet, making you burst into laughter as you grabbed onto him to help steady his steps, enjoying the way his flush deepened for an entirely different reason now as he shot you a stink eye. 

“You’re such a menace," he muttered, but he was already grinning again as he wrapped his arm around you and tugged you flush against him. “But you’re my menace.”

“Well happy birthday to you,” you chimed, laughing into Steve’s side as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

He held you just a little bit tighter as he murmured against your hair, “You’re the best birthday present ever,” rumbling his content as you caught his hand with yours, twined your fingers together, and stayed tucked close as you cleared the dock and made your way back to the lake house. 

—

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[needmorereading]

They're so cute and sassy! I love them so muuuuuuch! 😂😂❤️❤️

[stargazingfangirl18]

Yay!!! Me too! They’re so fun 🥹

[thezombieprostitute]

Hiiiii zombie!!!!!! Congratulations for 1666 followers 🥳🥳🥳🥳

For the Zany Zoo, can we please get,

steve rogers + pigeon

tysm!!! ilyy!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you so much Veni!

This pairing was quite the challenge! Had to try a few different avenues to find a match I was happy with. And even then, it's probably not the best. 😅

[stargazingfangirl18]

🤣💀

[biteofcherry]

How would enforcer!Steve handle his girl that is a little weepy, emotional mess from her period? 🥺😭

No but the way I can burst into tears at the drop of a dime and at the most ridiculous thing when I’m on my blood fail lollll. 🫣

Okay, so I know you asked for enforcer!Steve reacting to sweet Cherry's period suffering. He would be the most doting, spoiling and caring. He probably at times would feel a little helpless, like when you cry from ice cream melting too fast, but overall he'd be quite amazing. However, my brain wanted to think more about a different Steve facing your emotional distress during period 🤷‍♀️

Which is why I bring you the dark mafia bastard versus your period tears, that no one asked for 😂 Sorry!

Touch The Darkness

dark mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: Steve being a cocky bastard as usual; annoyingly perceptive too; some period emotional mess

The thing Steve's face does when you suddenly burst into tears over nothing is like a tiktok on acting.

He goes from shock (his eyes widening, nose scrunching slightly) to confusion (frown marring his forehead, corners of his mouth twitching), then through a process of putting together smallest pieces of information and observation.

Finally, he sighs as his face relaxes into this neutral, ridiculously handsome state.

You almost cry from it all over again, because you really like how handsome Steve is, all the while you're still convinced that you should be hating every fiber of his being for eternity.

But since he went after you to your little hiding place and demanded to know what's wrong, you tell him. You hiss the word period and give him a murderous look that suggests he is the one responsible for all women suffering monthly bleeding and pain.

A second later you almost cry again, because Steve doesn't look shocked anymore.

Steve doesn't even cringe when he says the word period. He doesn't look bothered or disgusted by it, which you find quite annoying.

It would be so much easier if the bastard was one of those idiot males, who can't even say the word and they run away at the thought of it.

Instead, Steve tilts his head slightly to the side, scans you from head to toe and back again.

"Then why the fuck are you curled up here and not in bed?" He nods at the old armchair in the library nook, which you never before used, even when reading. It's more of a decoration than comfortable to actually sit in it.

You don't answer him, only glare and pull the two layers of blankets up to your nose.

You're not going to tell him that you love the comfort of the pristine, expensive covers on your marital bed and that while you never minded it at your previous home, you were kind off scared of bleeding on them.

Which is what started this whole thing of you storming into the library - wrapped in two blankets that trailed after you like a train. Because you were about to hide in bed, most excited to find comfort and relax in the lovely soft, clean sheets, when a flash of image of your blood staining it had you bolting out.

It's ridiculous. You never normally cared for such things. Sheets could be washed and changed.

But somehow, this time, you ended up crying and leaving the bedroom.

Steve seems to read your like an open book, despite your complete silence.

"Princess," he sighs, "I've seen plenty of blood. I've been covered in blood an brain matter of my enemies more times than you imagine. Doesn't bother me. Especially not my wife's natural reason for it."

You're about to snap at him that his sensitivities weren't your concern at all, when he continues:

"And the sheets can be changed as many times as needed. I've already ordered three more sets in that cream and gold shade you like the most."

"You know nothing," you glower, but you can feel the heat filling your face.

How the hell did he know that? It's not like you said to him anything on the topic of something so silly like finding the covers pretty and lovely. Which you do.

Steve's mouth curls into a smirk as he leans forward and braces hands on the backrest of the armchair, on both sides of your head.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you curl into a cozy burrito when the cream covers are on and that you stay a little longer in bed. And-" his face inches closer, warm breath fanning your cheek- "that you more often provoke me to have sex outside of bed, so the sheets stay clean longer."

"I do not provoke you to have sex!" You burst, but Steve only laughs as if you told the funniest joke.

Next thing you know, he's scooping you up into his arms - bundled in blankets and all. He carries you effortlessly, not caring for the few protests that you hiss at him.

He takes you to the bedroom and slowly puts you down on your feet on the floor. He rips the blankets away from you then lifts you up again, placing you in bed. On those soft, fresh smelling sheets.

"Now, you want ice cream or something salty? Or maybe an orgasm or two to help with the cramps?"

[stargazingfangirl18]

He has no right being this perfect 😤😤😤