What’s a WIP of yours that you want to be dropped into and why? 🤓
Hahaha all of them? I get to be unconditionally loved and not bother about work 😂
But the one I'm working on riiiight noooow is for your birthday and I'm not sure I want to be in the place of this omega quite yet, because I haven't decided how it ends 😉
She did just tell the father of her baby that she's pregnant and it didn't go well.
So she's been taking a little self vacation for herself, In a pretty cottage by the ocean.
So I guess not too too bad.
So status is uncertain for her and her love Interest, could be worse, but could be better lol.
The story that I was working on side by side with that though, is literally octo god Steve though, and he is absolutely spoiling us and making sure no one ever hurts us again.
I'm feeling a little heartbroken, because I'm about to slip away from a masquerade gala which I sneaked into and actually danced the night away with Steve, comfortable with him never learning but my nickname😌
Gotta go, because despite how wonderfully we have seemed to click, I'm about to tell him I wouldn't fit into the world of Captain America... I just know it wouldn't work out for reason I won't disclose to him and will disappear before he has a chance to learn why😌🥺
I'm about to see how much touch-starved!Steve Rogers wants to return the touches he's never wanted me to believe he's taken for granted. Gonna see a caretaking side of him that he doesn't always show so publicly to others outside a select few.
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh how about GoT Steve + beach pls ☺️
Sunset shots
Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega female reader
warnings: None. Tipsy Omega.
Grain of Truth Masterlist
You giggled as Steve hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you out of the beach bar.
The taste of the sweet, thick drink still coated your tongue. The three shots you did were buzzing in your blood in a pleasant way.
When you had licked your lips, looking up at Steve and asking for another one, your Alpha snorted in amusement. Then said a short Nope, promptly followed by carrying you out of the bar.
Honestly? You weren’t mad at him for it.
Being carried was fun! And being with your Alpha was even more fun than doing shots in a bar full of tanned people, with the music on a tad too loudly.
Steve trudged across the sand, easily securing you over his shoulder with one strong arm, while he held both your pairs of shoes in his other. He dropped them down when he reached the shore. Then, gently, set you down.
Both of his arms wrapped around you - not possessively, but a soft embrace into which you instinctively leaned. Your back pressed to Steve’s chest, head resting on his shoulder.
Waves softly brushed your toes, lulling you into blissful calm. In front of you, the blue of the sea sparkled with golden spray of setting sunlight. The horizon burst with orange, pink, violet and blue. Everything was soaked in warmth.
“Had fun with those shots, Sweet Brat?” Steve chuckled quietly.
“I couldn’t help myself. They are called Orgasms!” You tilted your head back, grinning up at him.
Steve lightly shook his head, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled with amusement. His lips pressed to your temple, purring a challenging question:
“Want a better one?”
One of Steve’s hands slipped under the cut in your flowy summer dress, fingers dipping where you were always hot and welcoming for him.
