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steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse [multiple fics]

the life of a thief part 2 [smut] steve rogers, bucky barnes, mafia au

the life of a thief part 1 [eventual smut] steve rogers, bucky barnes, mafia au

wedding night [smut] titus danforth, arranged marriage, age gap

do you want the kitchen tour? [slow-burn, smut] chef jack abbot, age gap

a sweet girl for your dads [smut] jack abbot & michael robinavitch, threesome

trucker king part 4 [smut] trucker!ari levinson, dark au

give me time [angst, fluff] jack abbot, father's friend

steve rogers masterlist

bucky barnes masterlist

other chris evans characters

andy barber (defending jacob):

a good neighbor part 1 & part 2 & part 3 [smut] neighbor au

untitled drabble [smut, fluff, angst] sugar daddy au

warm you up [smut] fluffy winter smut, established relationship

by the light of the christmas tree [smut] boss au, established bdsm relationship

the right girl [smut] dad's best friend 🌟💖

a decent man [smut] strangers to lovers in a bar

ari levinson (the red sea diving resort):

c'mon and ride it [smut] boss au

a lazy winter morning [smut] established relationship

not waiting for the wolves [smut] hurt/comfort, omegaverse au

ravaged by a monster [smut] ficlet, orc warlord, fantasy au

prettier than a picture [smut] ficlet, established relationship

seeing stars [smut] ficlet, dad's best friend

far from done [smut] ficlet, established relationship

wrecked [smut] ficlet, mean boyfriend au

cold fingers, warm hands [fluff] coffeeshop au

sweet as honeycrisp [smut, fluff] sugar daddy au

the sun and the fool [fluff] lotr au, elf au, meet cute

always keep my heart safe [smut] ceo au, established bdsm relationship (drabble follow up: vacation with ceo ari) ⭐️💖

cole turner (ghosted):

the only man for you ⟨part 1⟩ and the only one for him ⟨part 2⟩ [smut] dark au

curtis everett (snowpiercer):

the beast inside [smut] boyfriend au

being manhandled [smut] drabble

cravin' [smut] ficlet, sugar daddy au

beggin' [smut] ficlet, sugar daddy au

lloyd hansen (the gray man):

in bed with the enemy [smut] ficlet, enemies/rivals, mercenaries

learning the hard way [smut] ficlet, established relationship

getting filled for christmas [smut] established bdsm relationship

the fate that found you and part 2 [smut] strangers to lovers, dark-ish

ransom drysdale (knives out):

famous last words [smut] rivals to lovers, snowed in

pretty little toy [smut] ficlet, best friend au, fwb

for the foreseeable future [smut] ficlet, boss au

an afternoon of pumpkin picking [smut, fluff] sugar daddy au

the way he adored you [smut] fake dating, friends to lovers 💖

these wicked games of his [smut] established relationship

other sebastian stan characters

nick fowler (the 355):

worship your dark lord [smut] lotr au, monster au, established relationship

an easy deal to make [smut] acquaintances to lovers

henry cavill characters

august walker (mission: impossible - fallout):

don't let go [smut] friends to lovers

a bird in a cage [smut, non-con] stalker au

not a part of the mission [fluff] forced proximity, bed sharing ⭐️

geralt of rivia (the witcher):

your love would prevail [angst, fluff] orpheus and eurydice retelling 💖

david corenswet characters

clark kent (superman 2025)

catching snowflakes up in the clouds [fluff] established relationship

his happy little cow for halloween [smut] halloween fic, established relationship

wonder girl [smut] ficlet, first time together

prove you wrong [smut] ficlet, established relationship

kiss it better [smut] ficlet, established bdsm relationship

shawn hatosy characters

dr. jack abbot (the pitt)

do you want the kitchen tour? [slow-burn, smut] chef au, age gap

a sweet girl for your dads [smut] with michael robinavitch, threesome

give me time [angst, fluff] father's friend, love confession

when the heat comes back on [smut] father's friend, power outage

sugar daddy dr. jack abbot thots [smut] sugar daddy au

safe harbor [smut] colleagues to lovers

the luckiest bastard in pittsburgh [fluff] coffee shop au thots

titus danforth (ready or not 2: here i come)

wedding night [smut] arranged marriage, age gap

noah wyle characters

dr. michael 'robby' robinavitch (the pitt)

a sweet girl for your dads [smut] with jack abbot, threesome

sugar daddy dr robby thoughts [fluff, smut] sugar daddy au

better than heaven [smut] dad's best friend au

doctor stress relief [smut] free use dynamic

warm on a cold night [smut] neighbors au

multiple MMCs

andy barber (defending jacob), ari levinson (the red sea diving resort), ransom drysdale (knives out), nick fowler (the 355), steve kemp (fresh):

giving your body and soul to the warlocks [smut] warlock au (more info and back story about the warlocks) ⭐️

unspecified MMC

the princess and the villain [smut] soft dark choose your own male character

series masterlists

room for one more [smut] movie stars bucky barnes and steve rogers

ONGOING: you ain't my boyfriend and i ain't your girlfriend [smut] toxic situationship au, bucky barnes

ONGOING: trucker king [dark, smut] trucker au, ari levinson (+ other characters)

ONGOING: a bun in the oven series [smut, fluff] baker au, steve rogers

ONGOING: see you next shift series [smut, angst, fluff] coffeeshop au, bucky barnes, eventual steve rogers

COMPLETE: you belong to me, i belong to you [smut] dark bucky barnes

collections and challenge masterlists

sexy september scribbles [smut] all ficlets 300 words or less

hot bucky summer 2025 [smut] bucky barnes summer event

sweethearts game masterlist [smut] valentine's day event, multiple characters

december daze collection [smut, fluff] holiday challenge masterlist, multiple characters

dirty filthy truckers [smut, dark] trucker au, multiple characters

springtime fun [smut, fluff] springtime-themed, multiple characters

LOTR-verse universe [smut, fluff, angst] lord of the rings au, multiple characters

a cozy steve rogers autumn [smut, fluff] fall-themed steve rogers fics

halloween fics [smut, fluff, angst] multiple characters

30 day writing trope challenge masterlist [smut, fluff, angst] multiple characters

masterlists for challenges/events i've hosted

horror movie hoe-a-thon masterlist

slasher summer masterlist

blizzard bacchanal masterlist

Using the case of beer and the bag of ice he brought to hide his growing bulge, Steve adjusts himself, forcing his eyes away from you and that skimpy, sinful bikini. He greets your dad and helps add the ice and beer to a cooler, catching up with his friend while diligently refusing to look in your direction.

However, as soon as your dad is gone, leaving Steve with a group of men their age, he can’t help but let his eyes find you in the small crowd milling about in the backyard. Your eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses so he can’t see your full expression, but he’s certain the impertinent smirk on your face is for him. 

Steve drags his attention back to the conversation he’s in the middle of, but when your high-pitched shriek rings out, he nearly gets whiplash turning and looking for you to see what’s wrong. By the time his eyes find you, you’re already giggling, the glistening wetness of a spilled drink dripping on your skin, trailing between your tits and down to your navel. 

As he watches, you turn and jump into the pool to clean off, the rest of the girls and some guys your age joining in. Steve is unabashedly watching your every movement, grunting every once in a while to the people around him, thankful for the sunglasses he’s wearing so none of the men will know he’s staring at their host’s daughter.

He can feel himself growing hard again as he watches you splash about and laugh in the pool, playing some kind of game with the others. Steve’s control is beginning to weaken, and he’s just about to excuse himself to go into the house and cool off when a guy from the neighborhood—a guy Steve knows for a fact has asked you out before—swims up behind you and grabs your hips, lifting you up and tossing you into the water.

Red-hot rage and bitter jealousy swirls in Steve’s gut and before he can stop himself, he’s storming off, his bare feet pounding on the deck before he bursts through the sliding door to the kitchen. The door makes a satisfying thunk as he slams it behind him, and he sucks in a deep breath, trying to let the silence of the empty kitchen calm him. 

He tosses his empty beer bottle into the recycling beneath the sink and grips the counter hard enough he’s worried he’ll dent it or hurt his fingers. He can’t think straight, he can’t see straight. All he can see is another man’s hands on your body when it should be his hands on you. It should only ever be him touching you.

The quiet whoosh of the sliding door opening and closing brings Steve back to the moment, but he still clings to the counter. It’s the only thing stopping him from flying off the handle and doing something reckless—like hauling you into his arms and kissing you senseless in front of your parents and the entire neighborhood. 

His back is to the door, so he doesn’t notice you until you’re beside him, your hand skimming down his taut forearm until you can slip your fingers into his palm, pulling his grip away from the counter. He softens his grip so he doesn’t hurt you and turns to look at you.

Your eyes are sparkling with mischief, a self-satisfied smirk on your gorgeous mouth as you begin to tug him in the direction of the stairs leading up to the second story. “C’mon,” you murmur, your eyes darting to the door to make sure no one’s there. “Before someone sees us.”

Steve’s fury abates at the eagerness in your sweet voice, and the lust in your pretty face. Words stick in his throat. He wants to talk about the jealousy that had driven him inside, but his cock is urging him to give in to you. The desire to claim you is too strong, so he follows you upstairs and into a bedroom at one end of the hall. 

It only takes a single glance for Steve to realize it’s your childhood bedroom, with evidence of your life scattered everywhere, a few stuffed animals mixed in with posters and memorabilia of the music and movies you’d loved as a teenager. It should make him feel shameful, like a dirty old man trespassing in your room, but you haven’t lived here in a long time, so he’s only exasperated as he turns back to you.

“What’re we doing, sweetheart—” Steve’s question is cut off as you launch yourself at him. He easily catches you, your mouths sliding messily against each other in a sloppy, greedy kiss. 

Tumbling you down onto the bed, Steve covers your smaller body with his broad form and kisses you hard, pouring out all the frustration he’s felt this afternoon into you. His lips and teeth and tongue are punishing, hungrily devouring you until you’re moaning wantonly against his mouth. 

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, his hands roaming your body, pushing your bikini top aside and groping your tits roughly, your skin cold and damp from the pool. He can feel your nipples harden beneath his palms, your back arching to push your tits into his big hands, and that just brings back his fury. “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? Is this why you let that guy put his hands on you, to make me jealous and furious and fucking ravenous for you?”

You don’t even have the good grace to look repentant. A smirk curves your pretty, kiss-bitten mouth as you stare up at Steve. “Did it work?” you ask, raising a brow in challenge, reigniting the anger in Steve’s gut.

His only answer is a vicious growl, his hands yanking on the ties of your bikini bottoms until they come free. He tears the minuscule scrap of fabric away from your body like it’s offended him before doing the same with your top. 

Your hands are already fumbling with the front of his swim trunks, undoing the tie and shoving them down until his dick springs free. It slaps against your thigh softly, his precum leaking onto your skin, and Steve makes another possessive rumbling sound in his chest, liking the idea of marking you with his seed.

Steve makes quick work of yanking his shirt off, and then the two of you are naked. He suddenly remembers where you are, looking around at all the evidence of your early life, and he realizes again he should feel like a dirty old perv, but he can’t seem to bring himself to. 

Instead, he focuses back on you, fisting his cock and rubbing the tip up and down your dripping slit as a depraved grin spreads across his face. 

“Am I the first person to fuck you in your childhood bedroom, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice equal parts condescending and entreating. “Or were you sneaking boys up here when you were in high school, going all the way while your parents were just down the hall?”

You roll your eyes and make an impatient sound at the back of your throat, bucking your hips to try to take Steve’s cock inside your pussy, but he pulls it away. Using his grip on the base, he smacks the heavy head of his dick against your clit, making you twitch and moan beneath him. 

“Be honest,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, pushing the tip of his cock into your tight cunt before pulling back and leaving you empty. “Be honest with me, sweetheart.” 

“No,” you cry, your eyes blinking away tears of frustration to meet his gaze. You’re petulant and pouty, but finally answer his questions. “You’re the only one I’ve ever snuck up here, Steve.”

Steve stares at you for a moment, trying to discern if you’re telling him the truth or just trying to appease the jealous beast inside him so he’ll fuck you. When he decides you’re being honest, Steve lets loose his most charming grin, notching his cock at the entrance of your pussy and thrusting inside until he’s buried balls deep in the tight, perfect sheath of you cunt.

“DADDY!” you scream, so loud it nearly gives Steve a heart attack. 

He slaps a hand over your mouth, growling reproachfully in your ear, “Baby.” His breath is sawing in and out of him, and he’s barely keeping it together, because your wet, warm pussy is gripping his bare cock tight. All he wants to do is fuck you into next week, but he knows he has to be the responsible one. “Be careful,” he warns. “We can’t get caught.”

You’re nodding, fat tears spilling down your cheeks, and when he’s sure you won’t scream again, Steve relents and pulls his hand from your mouth. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you blubber, sounding truly repentant.

Steve sighs, gently kissing the tears from your cheeks. “I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs soothingly. “You just love my cock that much, don’t you?” His tone turns teasing and before he knows it you’re giggling and nodding, agreeing with him, a happy smile on your pretty face. “You can be quiet for daddy, can’t you?” he asks, just to be sure.

“Yes, daddy,” you chirp sweetly, and Steve has to wonder why you can’t be this agreeable all the time. It would make his life easier.

But, Steve realizes, then he might not love you as much. Because, to him, you’re perfect exactly the way you are. Overcome by emotion, Steve ducks his head and captures your mouth, pouring his feelings into the kiss as he begins to fuck you.

Steve knows the two of you have already been gone from the party for too long, and every stolen moment you both risk someone coming to look for you, so he doesn’t bother to take his time. He fucks you hard and fast, pounding into your cunt raw, and it’s the thought of having nothing between you that sends him careening quickly toward his release, words spilling unbidden from his lips.

“Gonna fill you up, baby—gonna pump you full of so much cum, you’re gonna be leaking daddy’s seed for the rest of the day,” he groans, loving the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so perfectly.

“Oh god, please, daddy,” you squeal, your voice thin as you try to stay quiet like Steve asked. “Fill me, claim me—I’m yours, daddy.”

“You are, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Steve asks, the question rhetorical. Then suddenly, a need strikes him and he can’t stop himself even if he’d wanted to try. “Mine to breed.”

A cry bursts from your lips, you pussy clenching hard around Steve’s cock, and he knows you like the sound of that just as much as he does. So he goes on, pure filth spilling from his lips and straight into your ears.

“Want daddy to put a baby in you, sweetheart?” Steve growls, his voice half mocking, half serious. “Want me to knock you up in your childhood bedroom? There’ll be no hiding that you belong to me anymore if I do—I’ll have to put a ring on your finger and tell everyone you’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, Steve, oh my god, yes,” you cry, your thighs clenching tight around his hips, your legs winding around his waist and holding him tight against your body, until he can only rut into you with short, deep strokes. “Knock me up, daddy. Wanna give you a baby—please, please, please, I want it.”

“Gonna give you a baby for my birthday,” Steve growls, his mind half gone from the sheer pleasure of your tight warm cunt gripping his bare cock. He fucks you harder, grinding deep between your thighs to rub against your clit. “Gonna make you all mine, baby—forever.”

Steve watches you unravel from his words and his cock, pleasure stealing the breath from your lungs so you can only let out a silent scream. You clench tight around his cock, and he’s lost. He cums deep in your cunt, spilling his seed right against your cervix while your pussy milks him dry, hoping like hell it’ll take root in your womb.

He’s barely caught his breath before you’re kissing him sweetly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and holding him tight. His arms dig beneath your back, clutching you just as close. 

“Can we tell my parents about us now?” you ask, your voice deceptively innocent. 

Steve has to laugh, dropping his head to your shoulder as he chuckles against your skin, still damp and cool from your dip in the pool. He presses a kiss against your clavicle, making peace with the fact that he’s completely in love with a sweet, manipulative menace. Then he lifts his head and gives you a stern look.

“Did you do all of this to convince me it’s time we tell them about our relationship?” he asks, even though he already knows you did. It’s taking all his energy not to let loose the grin that’s tugging on his lips while you continue to play innocent.

You give him a too casual shrug and Steve has his answer before you even open you’re mouth. “Well, we should probably tell them before you knock me up,” you say, raising a brow in a sardonic expression. “I think it might make them way more mad if we don’t tell them until after you’ve gotten me pregnant.”

Steve knows you’re right, and he’ll admit that to you later, but for the moment he can only kiss you and be grateful you hadn’t given up on him for dragging his feet and keeping your relationship a secret for so long. 

He’ll give you what you want by telling your parents about the two of you, and then he’s going to knock you up and put a ring on your finger—maybe not in that order, although he’s not sure if he can help himself.

Still, in that moment, with his cock still buried deep in your body, his seed seeping out of your well-fucked cunt, he makes a vow to himself. Steve Rogers is determined to put a baby in you before his next birthday, and if that means telling your parents about your relationship as soon as possible, then so be it.

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But the rockstar of your dreams is praising you, telling you how pretty you look as a messy little slut on your knees for him. So you do your best to suffer through it, to breathe through your nose while he skull-fucks your mouth. You can almost pretend you’re having as much fun as he clearly is—and anyway, it’s his birthday. You just want him to have a good time, and you’re still grateful he chose you.

Before he can cum down your throat, Steve pulls out of your mouth and picks you up, tossing you onto the bed. You’re gasping for breath and before you can say a word, he’s on top of you, tearing your clothes off your body and sinking his cock, dripping wet with your spit, into your barely ready pussy. 

It stings a little, and you wince, but Steve only laughs in your ear, amused at your pain and groaning at how tight you feel around him. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust, already moving his hips in a rolling motion that, despite the ache in your core, starts to feel good. The rockstar teases you for being such a tight little slut for him, moaning loudly when your cunt clenches around his cock.

It’s only then that you realize Steve didn’t put on a condom, and you consider asking him to pull out and put one on, but then he’s bottoming out in you again, grinding the base of his cock against your clit. Between the pleasure, the delicious stretch of his cock in your cunt, and the drinks you’d had and the weed you smoked, your thoughts about protection are lost in the ether. 

Steve fucks you hard and fast, emptying his balls inside you before you even have a hope of coming—but he’s not done with you. He hauls you up, arranging the two of you so he’s sitting against the headboard with you perched on his cock, using your pussy to keep his half-hard length warm while you drink and smoke some more. 

He shotguns twice as much weed smoke into your mouth, until you’re floating and so hazy, you barely know what’s going on. It helps make everything feel good, though, including the way his big dick stretches your pussy nearly to its limit, and the way his hands grab your tits roughly, pinching your nipples and slapping the soft mounds with the flat of his palm. 

You don’t know how much time passes like that, but sometime later, Steve is fucking you again, bouncing you on his cock while you giggle like a dumb little ditz, your bare body on full display for the rockstar. He doesn’t leave any part of you untouched, sucking hickeys into your skin, groping your tits and hips hard enough to leave bruises behind. It’s rough, but you’re so high that everything feels good.

You cum on Steve’s cock like that, and he groans when he feels your cunt gripping him tight, following you over the edge with his face buried in your tits. His cock throbs in your pussy, spilling a second load in your body, his cum starting to leak out around where he’s plugging you full. 

The rockstar rewards you for making him cum again with more drinks and more weed, shotgunning even more smoke into your mouth until you black out. One of the last thoughts you have before your mind slips into darkness is how happy you are that you got to spend the night with your favorite rockstar on his birthday. 

But if you think that’s all Steve Rogers has planned for you, you discover you’re very, very wrong.

For the rest of the night, you’re barely aware of your surroundings, coming in and out of consciousness to find Steve fucking you again—wait, no, not Steve. That’s Bucky Barnes behind you, pounding ruthlessly into your cunt while Steve’s cock is stuffed deep in your mouth. You can taste yourself on the rockstar’s dick, and you can feel an ache in your throat from how hard he’s thrusting, fucking your mouth like it’s a pussy.

Your head spins from lack of air and alcohol and weed, and you black out again. The next time you come to, you’re on your back, Sam Wilson above you, fucking into your aching cunt with slow, deep strokes. His thumb brushes your clit, and his lips whisper praise, calling you a sweet slut, making you cum hard enough that you lose consciousness again.

Bucky is on top of you again, rutting into your messy pussy while he sucks a hickey into the sensitive skin on your throat. You moan, the sound part pleasure and part pain, and Bucky chuckles meanly, telling you to be a good groupie whore and take his cock without complaint. You were made for this after all, isn’t that why you wanted to be chosen by Steve so badly?

Impossibly, you cum again at Bucky’s mean words and his even meaner fucking, your body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure tears ruthlessly through your exhausted body. It’s a relief when the darkness welcomes you back into its waiting arms, and you sink into it happily.

The next time you wake, you search for Steve. He’s sitting in a chair beside the bed, smoking, drinking and chatting with Bucky and Sam while he strums idly on an acoustic guitar. Slowly, you become aware of more men on top of you, but if Bucky and Sam are with Steve, who’s fucking you now? 

It takes you a long moment to turn your head and focus your eyes enough to find two roadies on top of you—John Walker and Joaquín Torres. Their names surface from the dark depths of your mind. Steve had introduced them to you when you’d first gotten on the bus. 

You’re too tired to do anything but lay in the soiled bed at the back of the band’s tour bus and take the cocks John and Joaquín are giving you—alternately thrusting into your pussy. You cling to the meager pleasure they offer, coming weakly once more before they pull out and jerk their cocks until they’re coating your bare skin with their seed.

Finally, you slip into a deep sleep, and you don’t wake again for many, many hours.

It’s early afternoon by the time you’re woken by the gentle rumble of the bus, and you take quick stock of your situation. You’re alone, surrounded only by the thick stench of sex, the sheets of the bed tangled around your naked limbs. 

Your entire body aches, the pounding headache of a hangover beating against your skull, and it takes a very long time before you’re able to wrench your eyes open. When you do, your stomach sinks to see the landscape passing by the windows in the back room, taking you away from your home city where you saw the band play.

Steve enters the room, and you watch him warily. He doesn’t bother to close the door behind him as he rounds the bed and drops an unopened bottle of water and a couple painkillers on the side table built into the back wall. When you don’t move, he leans over and slaps your ass hard, making you jump and let out a tortured groan. 

Distantly, you hear the laughter of a group of men at the front of the bus and your mind is inundated with flashes of vivid memories of how Steve had let his friends fuck you all night. A shiver races down your spine, something between fear and excitement filling your gut as your pussy flutters, cum leaking out of your well-used hole.

“Thanks for the birthday fuck, sweetheart. I had fun,” Steve says with an all-too-charming grin. He sits down on the edge of the bed, watching you roll over onto your back so you can sit up. 

You take the ibuprofen and chug half the bottle of water, watching the rockstar. You want to ask Steve where the bus is going, already knowing it’s left your city behind, but your throat hurts. He must suspect what you want to ask because he volunteers the information.

“We’re headed to the next stop on the tour,” Steve explains, one of his hands settling lightly on your thigh. “If you want, we can drop you off there, and you can find your own way home…” He trails off, his hand skating up your leg until his fingers are teasing the entrance to your thoroughly fucked pussy. “Or you can stick around and keep having fun with us—all of us.”

Steve’s pretty blue eyes glitter like he hopes you’ll choose the second option. The tip of his finger circles your clit and just that little bit of pleasure has your body melting into the pillows at your back, your legs falling open. Steve’s grin widens, brightening so much, he’s almost too handsome to look at. You feel like a flower unfurling beneath the sun.

Even with the ache in your body, you think it might be worth it to stay on the bus, just to earn more praise from your favorite rockstar. So what if he lets his friends fuck you while you’re passed out, getting to belong to Steve Rogers is all you’ve ever wanted. 

Besides, it’s not like you can afford to get yourself home. If the band leaves you at the next stop, you’ll have no way of getting back to your city. You only really have one option, so you might as well make the best of it. Steve, Bucky, Sam, John and Joaquín are handsome and they can make you cum, you’d be stupid to pass up the chance to be their free use fuck toy. 

At least, that’s what you tell yourself to rationalize the only choice you have.

“I’ll stay,” you murmur. 

You catch sight of Steve’s eager, feral grin before your eyes slip closed, and you will the ibuprofen to take effect. You lay limply in the bed as the rockstar climbs on top of you, his hands already pulling his dick out of his jeans. 

“I hoped you’d say that,” Steve rumbles in your ear, sinking into your dripping pussy, not seeming to care that it’s his friends’ cum that’s making the slide so easy. 

The stretch has you letting out a helpless moan, and you can feel the man on top of you chuckling against your cheek. He pulls his hips back, thrusting forward with punishing fierceness, clearly not caring about your comfort as he uses your cunt to get himself off.

“Be a good cock slave,” your favorite rockstar, Steve Rogers, tells you. “Let me fuck you like every night is my birthday, and I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

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You’ve spent the day in the kitchen, putting together a little birthday surprise for Captain America, but it takes longer than you expect. So by the time you’ve cleaned up and put on your pretty party dress, you’re later than you wanted to be. It takes some searching before you find Steve drinking alone in a dark corner of the bar. 

For a moment, you wonder if you’ve made a mistake. Maybe Steve wants to be left alone on his birthday and that’s why he didn’t tell anyone. The only reason you know about it is because you’ve studied the files of all the Avengers—and, let’s be honest, paid far more attention to Steve’s than any other.

But then those soulful blue eyes raise and meet yours, and you see a sadness so deep, it nearly cracks your heart in two. You’re so overcome with sympathy for the man out of time that it takes you a moment before you realize he’s seen you, and that means there’s no way you can back out of your plan now. 

So you walk forward, your hands tucked behind your back, keeping your surprise a secret.

“Hi, cap,” you greet him cheerily, watching as he gives you a friendly enough nod. It’s not the warm welcome you’d hoped for, but you can’t begrudge him much.

“Hey, happy fourth,” he says before taking another sip of his beer, the hard Asgardian stuff Thor brought from his home realm. When it doesn’t seem like Steve’s going to say anything more, you take a fortifying breath and pull your hands from behind your back.

“Happy birthday!” you say, holding up an extra large cupcake with frosting and an unlit candle sticking out of it. You didn’t know what flavor Steve liked, so you went with chocolate, vanilla frosting and red, white and blue sprinkles. 

For a moment, Steve just stares at the cupcake in your hands and you wonder again if you’ve made a mistake. The silence drags on, and you have to move so the awkwardness doesn’t swallow you whole. Setting the cupcake on the bar, you pull a lighter from the pocket of your dress.

“I know everyone’s busy celebrating the fourth, but I didn’t want you to think we all forgot about you,” you babble, lighting the candle in the cupcake. “Well, Tony may have, but I didn’t.” You raise your gaze to the super-soldier’s face, giving him a hesitant smile. “I hope you like chocolate.”

Steve stares at you for a long, long moment—so long, it takes all your SHIELD training to stop from squirming under the intensity in his blue eyes. Then the bottle of beer he’d been holding thunks down on the bar and Steve’s arms are wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest while he buries his face in your neck. 

Your arms wind around his broad shoulders on instinct, your fingers sliding against the muscles that are tense beneath the soft cotton of his blue button-up shirt. You knead softly against his bunched-up muscles until he lets out a shuddering exhale and begins to relax into the hug.

The super-soldier’s big body is hunched over yours, and he’s crushing you slightly against his chest, but you hug Steve right back, knowing somehow that he needs this little bit of physical connection. You tuck your face into Steve’s neck, murmuring soft sounds of comfort as you squeeze him tight. 

Steve holds you for so long that your hands grow bolder, your fingers sinking into the soft blond hair at the back of his head. You card your fingers through his hair, raking your nails lightly against his skin until he’s shuddering in your arms and holding onto you even tighter, like you’re the lifeline he desperately needs.

It’s a long time before the big man pulls away, and you’re almost sorry he does, missing the strong bands of his arms around your back, and the steady thrum of his heart against your chest. You swallow down the emotions forming a lump in your throat and watch as the super-soldier mumbles an apology for grabbing you like that.

At first, Steve won’t meet your eye, but when he does, you give him a lopsided smile. “Everyone gets a birthday hug,” you tell him, hoping the nonsensical words will make him feel better. Thankfully, they seem to, and Steve’s shoulders lower from where they’d bunched up around his ears.

The two of you stare at each other for a beat longer than normal, and your smile hitches higher when you see his expression looks lighter than it did when you’d approached. You both look away at the same moment, your eyes finding the cupcake still sitting on the bar. 

The candle has nearly burned down to the frosting and Steve pauses a moment before quickly blowing it out. You clap your hands, the sound almost drowned out by the party still going on in Avengers Tower.

“I hope you made a good wish,” you say, just to fill the muted silence between you two, and rush to continue. “But don’t tell me what it is, or else it won’t come true.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth flickers in a smile. “I think this one will,” he says, his hand finding yours and twining your fingers together. You glance down at your joined hands before his blue eyes capture your attention and his mouth curves into a bigger smile. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Anytime,” you try to say blithely, but your voice is a little too breathless for you to sound as casual as you want. Tension snaps and crackles in the space between you and Steve. Instinctively, you lean closer to him, spontaneously deciding to press a kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday, cap,” you murmur, lingering close to him, breathing in the masculine scent of him.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get out of here,” Steve rumbles, grabbing the cupcake off the bar and towing you away from the party by your clasped hands. 

The two of you ride the elevator down to the kitchen, where you find some forks and share the extra-large cupcake together. Steve looks happier than he did at the party as the two of you talk and get to know each other better, his smiles coming more easily as you become more comfortable together. 

You have no way of knowning that you’re making Steve’s birthday wish come true, just by becoming his friend. And you also have no way of knowing that the two of you will become much more than friends. But what you do know is that you’ll never forget Steve Rogers’ birthday, and you’ll do everything you can to make it special every year you’re together.

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Steve has to work hard to keep himself under control as you spread out a soft blanket on the roof, refusing to think about laying you down on it and having his way with you. What would a pretty young thing like you want with an old man like him? He’s got more gray hairs than the years of your life you’ve lived, so he’s determined to keep his hands to himself.

While you settle onto the blanket, Steve looks around the roof and wonders why no one else from the building is up there to watch the fireworks. He’s not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse to be all alone with you in the darkness of the July night, and as he sits down, he’s careful, making sure not to touch you, unsure if he’ll be able to stop himself if he starts.

But when the fireworks start, you scoot closer to Steve and lean against his side, and it feels all too natural to put his arm around your shoulders. It nearly does him in when you look up at him and smile, like nothing in the world would ever make you feel safer than being with him. He tries to remind himself why he needs to stay away from you, but his resolve is crumbling as he stares down at you.

It’s your eyes, bright and sparkling as you look at him, and your mouth—so pretty and enticing, especially when it’s curved into a smile that’s just for him—that make Steve forget all the reasons he shouldn’t want you. He does want you, and he’s tired of running from it. He’s spent too many years trapped, and now that he’s free, he’s not going to take his second chance at life for granted.

So Steve kisses you. Soft at first, giving you a chance to pull away, slap him, run from him the way he expects you to. But you don’t. Instead, you lean into him, one of your hands pressing gently against his chest, right over the place where his heart is thumping against his ribs like it’s trying to escape. 

Steve knows, somewhere deep in his bones, that if he were to put his heart in your hands, you’d be gentle with it. You’d take care of it—you’d take care of him the same way he wants to take care of you. Wholly, unreservedly, for the rest of your lives.

You’re the one to deepen the kiss, dragging Steve back from his overly romantic thoughts and into the moment. The fireworks are still going off in the sky above the Brooklyn apartment building where the two of you live, but Steve only cares about you—and kissing you. 

Steve kisses you slowly, methodically, learning every dip and curve of your lips before he ventures into your mouth, exploring the wet heat and discovering the teasing menace that is your tongue. You kiss him hungrily, so voracious that Steve can practically feel your desire thrumming beneath your skin as he skims his hands up your arms and down your sides.

It takes all of Steve’s hard-won control not to give in to the lust churning in his gut, making his cock strain almost painfully against the fly of his jeans. He’s determined to take things as slow as you’ll let him, but then you’re laying back on the blanket and pulling him down on top of you, spreading your soft thighs to give him somewhere perfect to land.

He can feel the sinful heat of your cunt through his jeans and your thin dress, and when his hips roll, pressing the bulge of his cock into your soft center, you let out a throaty moan that has him leaking in his pants. Steve’s mouth, which had been busy licking and sucking down the line of your neck, returns to your mouth, swallowing your sounds of pleasure while his hips rock between your thighs.

Your breathy whimpers and thready moans are the most beautiful music to Steve’s ears, and he has the errant thought that if only he could hear you make those sounds every day for the rest of his life, every shitty day that had come before would have been worth it. A shiver races down his spine at the thought, not yet daring to hope you’ll want him for more than the night, and he kisses you harder, wanting to taste your pleasure straight from your lips.

All too soon, Steve realizes he’s at the brink of his release, his cock throbbing in his jeans, his balls drawing up against his body, ready to spill. He refuses to cum before you do, though, so he wraps one of his big hands around your soft thigh, spreading you open even wider so he can grind deeper into your clothed cunt.

Your moans turn into high-pitched, keening whines, breathless pleas for more falling unbidden from your kiss-bitten lips. You’re so fucking pretty, Steve thinks to himself, the glimmer of fireworks lighting your skin in shades of pink, blue and white. His heart beats heavy in his chest and he knows he’s done for—in more ways than one.

Steve’s hips jerk, thrusting against your heated pussy harder than before, and he watches you come apart for him, your face twisting up in pleasure before you let out a low moan of his name. And it’s that, the sweet way you say his name in your pleasure-drunk voice, that sends him over the edge.

A low, feral growl tears from Steve’s lips, and his hips hump erratically against your pussy while his cock erupts in his jeans. He’s sure to stain the denim with his hot seed, but he doesn’t care because you’re pulling him closer and burying your face in his beard, little sounds of pleasure muffled against his throat. 

When he’s spent, Steve wraps his arms around your body and rolls onto his side, tucking you into his chest, marveling at the way you fit perfectly against him. You murmur a sleepy apology about making him cum in his pants and Steve can only chuckle and tell you the honest truth, that it was the hardest he’s ever cum in his life, and he’s just glad he could get you off before he made a fool of himself.

You giggle softly, snuggling deeper into his chest and promising to make it up to him. Steve shushes you gently and presses a kiss to your head, watching the finale of the fireworks while thanking the universe for giving him the best birthday present an ex-con like him could’ve asked for—you.

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“What are you reading?” Steve asks, trying to peek at the pages of your book. 

“A romance novel,” you answer, stumbling over your words a little bit, unsure exactly why Steve is choosing you over celebrating his birthday with his friends. He’s always been nice to you, but you didn’t think he liked you like that.

“What’s it about?” he asks, still craning his neck to try to read the page you’ve opened to. You’re quiet long enough that he shifts his gaze to your face, raising a brow in challenge. Finally, you find your words.

“It’s about a girl falling for her brother’s best friend,” you admit, your eyes on anything but Steve’s face. 

Embarrassment heats your cheeks, and you hope like hell he doesn’t see right through you to the real reason you were reading that novel—because you have a big ol’ crush on your brother’s best friend. You have no such luck, though.

Steve lets out a low, knowing chuckle, but he doesn’t call you out on it. Instead, he shifts around, settling deeper into the couch, his head resting on your thigh. “Read to me, sunshine?” he asks. 

His voice is deeper and more rumbly than you’ve ever heard it, and it makes you want to squirm, but you fight against the urge, not wanting him to know just how much of an effect he has on you. Based on the way his mouth flickers at the edge, a smirk flirting with his mouth, you think he might know.

When you ask Steve if he’d rather be out on the lake watching the fireworks with his friends, he tells you he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but right where he is. It warms your heart enough that you do as he asked and begin to read your book to him. 

The two of you end up falling asleep on the couch together, your body cradled in Steve’s strong arms, your head resting on his chest. It’s the best night of sleep you’ve had in a while, helped by the fact that you feel unimaginably safe while you’re tucked close to Steve.

You wake in the early hours of July 5th, the thin light of dawn creeping into the living room of the lake house. Your brother and the rest of his friends aren’t home yet, likely having passed out on the comfy couches of the boat once they’d docked after a night of partying. 

Steve pulls you in closer, bringing your face to his. The first time he kisses you is gentle, tentative, a question more than anything else. But when you respond eagerly, wiggling closer while your fingers curl into his t-shirt, he kisses you harder. The emotions you’d both been bottling up flow freely as you kiss and kiss and kiss, time passing slowly as you explore and learn each other.

You and your brother’s best friend only break apart when you hear the others beginning to make their way up from the dock to the house. Their heavy footsteps pound on the deck while your heart races, but Steve’s a quick thinker and he hauls you up from the couch, darting up the stairs and pulling you into your room before your brother or anyone else can see the two of you.

Giggling softly so you aren’t overheard, you drag Steve under the thin sheet on your bed, kissing him as you shush each other, your fingers wandering beneath his shirt while his hands explore the curves of your body. You kiss for a long time, getting to know each other in this new light, until eventually the two of you fall back to sleep, curled up together, a mess of limbs and thudding hearts.

Later, when your brother asks Steve where he’d been all night, and why he’d missed the fireworks, your brother’s best friend shoots you a secretive smile and cryptically answers that he’d celebrated his birthday the way he’d wanted, with whom he wanted. Only you know that means Steve Rogers was with you on his birthday. 

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