#srogers

[petersspideysense]

mark ruffalo really tweeted steve rogers’ ass for 4th of july huh,,, truly iconic behavior

[cloudystevie]

professor nomad Steve's office hours

aghhhh

you had gotten a note on your test in red lettering that you should see him during his office hours after class with a pointed look that made you gulp

he said you needed some extra help, he knew you were a intelligent student yet somehow you had been doing so poorly in his class- and he simply could not have that happening

which is how you found yourself sitting on his cock with a bullet vibrator pressed to your swollen button as you worked on a practice test, shaky sighs and squirmy legs, wetness pooling and dripping onto his lap

every time you got an answer correct, he’d speed up the vibrator, and every time you answered incorrectly he would turn it off leaving you whining

his beard was scratching against the supple skin of your neck, hands around your waist as he leaned back in his chair, chuckling every time you squirmed or jolted

“pr-professor i don’t know this one-” you whimpered, the pressure in your stomach bubbling up to too much as you bit your lip to contain your moans

he tuts, wrapping a hand around your neck, “we went over this all of last week, you know what happens if you get it wrong sweetheart.”

you whine, brain foggy and unable to form coherent thoughts let alone answer the questions in front of you

you plead for him to just fuck you now but he doesn’t comply, of course he doesn’t. instead he switches off the vibrator and makes you suck him off, letting you hump on his shoe as a punishment for being a stupid little girl

[undindjarin-archive]

“I’m with you ‘till the end of the line, pal.”

[suhtorus]

HAPPY 101st BIRTHDAY STEVE ROGERS  |  July 4th, 1918

[petersspideysense]

i think my favorite genre of pics is chris evans constantly roasting himself for his ~questionable~ early 2000s outfits and hairstyles

[cloudystevie]

c0ckwarming with steve in public

maybe it’s one of tony’s infamous parties except you didn’t wanna be in a room full of entitled rich people- you wanted your boyfriend to be railing you in bed or elsewhere, you werent picky

so after hearing enough whining and complaints from you steve decides to give you what you want... sorta

“enough of that fuckin whining. you want my cock, well you fucking got it sweetheart.”

and then suddenly you’re fully impaled on your boyfriends massive cock, legs hanging over his lap and face buried in his dress shirt

you try and get some friction by grinding or even clamping down on him but he is having none of it

“try that shit again and i’ll show everyone what a slut you are”

yeah okay bye

[cloudystevie]

Ooooo can you do “you have my heart in your hands, be gentle with it.” Please! With Steve 🥺👉👈 I’ve been feeling sick and these blurbs are helping me feel better 💋✨

<33333 im sorry u feel sick baby :((

“babyyyyy!” steve sing-songed as he walked into your shared bedroom in the compound

“in here!” you called out from the bathroom. you were currently organzing your skin care, according to steve you had way too much of the same product but there was simply no such thing

he leans against the door frame, watching with a gentle smile as you flutter about the bathroom, sorting your products into seperate piles and then organizers

he walks over and picks up a tube shaped product, he skims over the name and his brows furrow

what the hell was gycolic acid and why were you putting it on your face- it certainly could not be good for you

you look up at him and grab it out of his hands, swatting his chest

“don’t touch that one it was expensive!”

he rolls his eyes at you, then picks up another product, more confused at a ‘hyaluronic’ acid

“what do you do with this one?”

you giggle, and take the dropper into your hands, squeezing it a couple times and gently rubbing it into his skin

he makes a face at you and you press a kiss to his lips

“it hydrates your skin and reduces wrinkles, you should make this a part of your routine gramps.”

he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you once again

he watches with admiration as you explain the rest of your products to him until he abruptly stops you,

“you have my heart in your hands, please be gentle with it.”

his words make you roll your eyes and make a face of disgust but heat creeps up your neck anyways

“you’re such a sappy old man.”

with a dopey smile- “i’m your sappy old man.”

send me prompts pretty please with a cherry on top<3

[cloudystevie]

Hi love!! I didn’t see any rules for requests, so I’m just sending this in, but feel free to just ignore if you’re not interested. It’s just a fluffy request for either Chris, Steve or even Andy (you can decide) where they and reader are not an official couple, but are at a crowded party or place together and they have to hold hands to get through the crowd so they don’t lose each other. Even after they get through the hand holding doesn’t stop or he keeps his hand on their back... just comforting fluff 🥺 this feels like a long request for a simple idea 😅

aghhh dis so cute cute omg i think obvi choice is steebie😚😚

it’s loud, and crowded in the banquet hall tony booked for pepper’s birthday and after exchanging all your pleasantries you find yourself in the back of the room, near the bar with one of your closest friends sam

you down another shot as bucky and steve approach you two, steve complimenting your dress and his gaze lingering on you for a tad longer than what was considered platonic but you and him swore that it was simply that. a friendship.

steve picked up on the signs of you getting a bit tired and overwhelmed with the liveliness of the party so he holds his hand out for you, and you look at him with question

“let’s go outside to the balcony sweetheart.” offering you one of his signature smiles and your skin heats up as you nod, following him

bucky and sam simply smirk, platonic their ass

your hand slips in with steve’s perfectly, and he squeezes once with a gentle smile before guiding you through the dancefloor where you shielded yourself a bit from all the sweaty, drunk bodies surrounding you

his thumb runs soothingly up and down your hand and he pulls you closer into his body, finally making it through the dancefloor and the serenity of outside, where the moonlight glimmered and cast a shadow on you two

you stay quiet for a few moments, hand still in his as he seems to ponder, before shaking his head and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him, hand still intertwined now laying flat against his chest

“can i kiss you?”