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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Birthday Surprise

Happy birthday to the GREATEST of all humans!!! Even though you don’t consume ST things the way I do, I hope you accept this small token (as well as the nails… and the tea… and the text… 😂). Love you babe! ❤️ @doubledeckersofa

“Stevie,” Eddie crooned, soft and low.

Steve hummed as he was dragged away from sleep, frowning in the morning light. He opened an eye to peer at Eddie. “‘S early. Hav’a nightmare?”

Eddie chuckled, a rush of breath over Steve’s cheek. “No, sweet thing. Wanted to make sure I said it first.”

Steve frowned again, sluggishly moving closer to Eddie, laying his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Said what?”

Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Happy birthday,” he whispered, and suddenly Steve was wide awake.

“Oh,” he murmured, smiling when Eddie chuckled. “I forgot.”

“You forgot your birthday?”

“Well if someone hadn’t woken me up at the asscrack of dawn…”

Eddie snorted. “Check again, babe, it’s nine.”

Steve frowned at him. “You’re lying.”

“Nope.” He popped the p. “‘Course, that happens when you don’t go to bed ‘til the next morning.”

“Yeah, what was it, like three?”

“Just about.”

“Which means you woke me up after six hours. Jesus fuck, Eds, how are you awake right now? And functioning?”

“Says the one who just did math.” He gently poked Steve’s cheek. “You’re… you’re not mad, right? That I woke you?”

Steve playfully snapped his teeth at the finger floating by his face, then turned to press a kiss to Eddie’s collarbone. “No. But I am going back to sleep.”

Just then, someone banged on the trailer door. “Steve? Steve! I know you’re there, man, open up!”

Dustin.

Steve groaned and pushed his face into the pillow. “How much would we have to pay Wayne to threaten Dustin into going away?”

Eddie snorted. “I like how you think that would work at all. You know Wayne adores Dustin.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get the door before he wakes up? And start the coffee? I’m gonna get dressed.”

“On it,” Eddie promised, pressing one last kiss to Steve’s lips.

Just then, the trailer door opened, and Steve and Eddie shared a look. “Too late. He’s up.”

“How upset’s he gonna be?”

Eddie chuckled. “I think you should come out here with me. Wayne’s got a way about him. You might even see an apology outta Dustin.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he sat up and pulled on the first shirt he could find. “Now that would be a birthday miracle.”

They stumbled out into the living room together, Steve snickering as Eddie almost tripped over his own feet. “Shuddup,” he muttered, shoving lightly at Steve’s shoulder before pulling him close to smack another kiss to his temple.

“Sap,” Steve muttered, and Eddie grinned.

Wayne cleared his throat, and they stopped short. “Your boy’s got somethin’ to say.”

Eddie elbowed Steve. “Toldja,” he muttered.

Wayne gave Eddie a look, and he looked down. “Sorry.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry,” Dustin said. “For interrupting your rest and banging on the door and, uh, making a general nuisance of myself.” He glanced up at Wayne, who nodded.

Steve sighed. “It’s alright. I know you get excited. If you could just remember there are other people in the world, you’d be set.”

“Yeah. Um, in my defense I did come over to help make birthday pancakes.” He held up a little bottle. “I even brought the sprinkles!”

Steve snorted and jerked his head to the side, motioning Dustin close enough he could sling an arm over his shoulders and press his knuckles to the top of his head. “Thanks, bud. Lemme get a coffee- oh, Jesus, marry me,” he interrupted himself, reaching for the mug Eddie was handing to him.

Eddie froze for a second, then smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Soon as we’re able, babe, I’m getting on one knee.”

“Um.” Dustin blinked. “I feel like I wasn’t supposed to be here for that. Should I come back later? Like in a couple of hours?”

“I second that,” Wayne added, and Steve flushed red as he buried his face in Eddie’s shoulder.

“I need everyone to please forget I said that.”

“No can do,” Eddie laughed, taking the mug only to put it down and wrap both arms around Steve’s waist. He nudged at Steve’s temple with his nose. “Want them to come back later? I know you meant it, but I also know you wouldn’t’ve said it if you weren’t so tired.”

Steve sighed. “No, it’s fine. I’ll drink the coffee and be fine as long as we can sleep tonight.”

“We can.” He began to sway them gently. “You know I’d say yes?”

“Hm?”

“If you were asking. Or whenever you ask. If you ask. I’d say yes.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheekbone. “And I meant what I said. The minute it’s legal, I’m down on one knee.”

Steve pulled back and framed Eddie’s face with his hands. “I know,” he murmured, leaning in for a short, sweet kiss.

They pulled apart after a minute, and Eddie handed Steve the coffee again. “Go sit down. I’ll help the kid.”

“Hey!”

“You’re still under eighteen, squirt, legally I can still call you that.”

They bickered all the way into the kitchen, and Steve smiled at them as he sipped his coffee.

“About that,” Wayne said, and Steve blanched.

“I swear when I ask for real I’ll get your blessing first.”

Wayne chuckled. “Consider it had. I knew you two were it when you barely left his bedside in the hospital.”

Steve blinked. “We weren’t even dating yet.”

Wayne raised a brow. “Was I wrong?”

He chuckled. “I guess not. Since then? Really?”

Wayne hummed. “You lit up. You both did, seein’ each other. ‘S like the rest of the world ceased to exist. I saw it again just now.”

Steve stood silent for a moment, thinking. “Thanks, Wayne.”

“You’ll always have a home here. That’s not dependent on you two bein’ together. You’re my kid as much as he is.”

“Oh,” Steve said quietly, and quickly took another sip, as if to stop the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, he laughs. “Eddie and I are basically co-parenting the kids. How do you feel about being a grandfather to seven rugrats?”

Wayne laughed, his eyes glassy. “Pretty damn good, kid, pretty damn good.”

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rileyh20 · 12 days

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I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE I MISSED STEVE'S BIRTHDAY FROM WRITING A FANFIC WHERE DALLY LITERALLY PUNCHES HIM

I'M SO SORRY STEVE

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herveiwfromthefloor · 1 year

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Steven J Mcgarrett

10 years of handsome..

#happy birthday steve #he is so freaking hot #h50 march 10 #3-10 #h50 #party party party🎉🎊🎉🎊

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runa-falls · 2 years

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happy birthday steve!

summary: it’s the fourth of july! stevie deserves a treat :)

pairing: sub!steve x reader

rating: explicit 18+ (DNI if you’re under 18 -.-)

warnings: SMUT, handjob, overstimulation, cum-play, dumbification??, a lil crying, mean-ish reader, nude male + clothed female type beat

word count: ~450

A/N: a little drabble for baby stevie :)

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You feel him throb against your hand, unable to keep his hips from canting upwards. His cute little whimpers hit your ears as you squeeze him a little harder. Wide misty eyes meet yours as he looks down at you, a small desperate frown plastered onto his face. You make a show out of rolling your eyes at the pathetic sight in front of you.

“Steve, I’m not gonna continue if you start crying like a little baby…” You sigh out, swiping your thumb against the red tip of his weeping cock. He’s completely bare in front of you, abs glistening with sweat from the number of times you’ve pushed him nearly to the edge.

You bite your lip as you watch his stomach stutter with his gasps, he’s close again. You’re completely drenched under the panties that hide your body away from his eyes, but he’ll never know that.

You give him a faux pout, batting your lashes, “Aw, you wanna cum? Does the birthday boy think he deserves it?” He nods frantically at your words. The large man is melting at your touch, practically about to explode from the frenzy you fucked him into.

“Please, honey…” He rasps out, licking his dried lips. “I’ll do anything…” You push your fist down the length of his cock, making sure to squeeze his head as you run your fingers against his silky skin. The sloppy wet sound overruns his deep pants.

“Ok, captain.” A deep groan is released from his bitten lips before you could even finish your sentence. “Cum.” His warm cream drenches your hand and you watch as it runs down your wrist as you continue your fluid movements against him. His thighs tremble as you milk him dry to the point of overstimulation.

You feel him lift off the mattress in distress, then press down to get away from your hand that continues to stroke him. He lets out a fraught sob before you finally let go, grinning at the scene. You used your fingers to paint his chest with his spend, smearing it down his body as he was too tired to protest the mess.

“You did so good, baby…” You coo at him, leaning in for a kiss. He always gives the sweetest and most desperate life-breathing kisses. He eagerly dips down with half-lidded eyes and pushes his lips onto yours, quickly taking a hold of your jaw to pull you in closer.

When you part for a breath, he stares back at you with adoration filling his eyes, as if you’re the sole reason he’s living. You give him a shy smile and whisper out, “Happy birthday, Steve.”

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dailypepe · 2 years

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Happy birthday to Jim Henson and Steve Whitmire! 💚

#jim henson #steve whitmire #muppets #the muppets #kermit #kermit the frog #rizzo #rizzo the rat #pepe #pepe the king prawn #pepe muppets #happy birthday jim #happy birthday steve

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strangersatellites · 1 year

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you sit around gettin’ older; there’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me

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Birthdays are stupid.

All they are is an excuse for people to act like the world revolves around them for an entire day. Clearly it does not, seeing as how we each get only one out of 365 days to ourselves. If you want to get technical, with the number of people on planet Earth at any given time, who knows how many people you share a birthday with? It's not even really a day just for you.

Birthdays are a stupid concept because on top of all of this, they are nothing more than a capitalistic ploy that single-handedly keeps party supply suppliers in business by having a “holiday” of which at least one is guaranteed to happen on each and every day of the year.

Despite his adamant disdain for the practice of celebrating something as mundane as the passage of time, which we all know to be an inevitable thing– Eddie’s birthday is on Halloween and he makes it everyone’s problem.

It’s October 31st and Eddie is twenty-two.

read on AO3 now!

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stuckys-baby · 10 months

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NEW FIC

king Steve and Assassin bucky disguised as king's bride 🌹🌹

#Omegaverse #happy birthday steve

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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We know who the real star of today is 🫡 aye aye Captain!

#happy birthday Steve Rogers #happy birthday Steve #Steve Rogers #chris Evans #fourth of July

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potofsoup · 2 years

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WELP, IT’S BEEN A YEAR

Are you tired of trying to look on the bright side, and to keep faith? Cause I sure am. But also -- the alternative is far less helpful in making the changes that we need. So: to tiny steps in the right direction, to voting and all the million other things we do to bend the long arc of history.

8 previous years’ birthday comics on tumblr and AO3.

(I guess I also have it in booklet format, too.)

#happy birthday steve #ugh this year has been a rough one #but I'm still here #and hey tumblr is still here too #and better than before!#steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #my annual ritual of pretending to be Steve Rogers to process current events

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moonykat · 2 years

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lil doodle for stevie

#stucky #steve rogers #happy birthday steve #also ignore the timelines #doodles

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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He’s A Yankee Doodle Sweetheart, But She’s His Yankee Doodle Girl

A Following Team Orders One Shot

Song: Best Day of My Life by American Authors

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: It's Steve's birthday and he doesn't want to celebrate. He just wants a day with his girls. But he should know, always expect the unexpected, especially on your birthday!

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff; SMUT; mentions of traumatic delivery

Mood boards by me but dividers by @firefly-graphics

AN: A surprise one shot to celebrate Steve's birthday. To the people in the States, Happy Independence Day! To everyone else, Happy Tuesday :)

Taglist - I'm including everyone on the current taglist from Sliding Into Home but if you would like me not to do that, please let me know.

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Steve Rogers doesn’t like his birthday.

Never has.

Never will.

Sure, it lands on the 4th of July and there are fireworks and food, but it’s always about the holiday and not his birthday. So why bother?

He hasn’t been home on his birthday for a few years now anyway, a race is always scheduled during that time. His mother makes an effort to make it out for said race and Olivia has tried to make it special in the seven years they have been together. But he hates that its always overshadowed. So, this year, he asked if they could just not. His mother is staying the states this year and he, Olivia and his girls take a couple of days in Austria.

The night before, his wife lays next to him and they cuddle, exhausted after running after their three-year-old twins. God, he loves his girls, but Davina and Matilda are mini Olivias and well, the world is not ready for them.

As he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the day when his girls are older and ready to be put into race cars. Liv had retired when they were born, wanting to raise them and allow him to pursue his third championship. They traveled with him now, at least until school starts. Then they would be based in California. They never talked about having another, Liv saying that what they had was perfect. Steve always dreamt of having a son to carry on the Rogers/Williams legacy. But he wouldn’t voice that to Liv. Her pregnancy with Davy and Mattie was difficult at the best of time and at the worst, he almost lost all three. No, he wouldn’t let that dream out. His girls were enough.

His dream morph in the middle of the night into something more pleasurable. Dreaming of his sexy baby momma, riding him hard, soaking him to the bone. He moans in his sleep, fuck it felt so real. She slipped off of him and slide down, taking him in her mouth. She sucked her arousal off of him. Fuck, Livie, baby, such a dirty girl, he moaned. My good girl. He reached for his cock to pump it in his sleep when he felt a tangle of hair bobbing on his rock hard dick. He opened his eyes to see his beautiful wife staring at him as she swallowed him whole.

She popped off as she continues to pump the base of his cock. “Happy birthday Stevie.” She went right back on him as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

“Fuck, Livie, that mouth is so warm, so good,” he praised her like he knew she would like and she moaned, the vibration radiating down over his cock. “Shit, baby, c’mere.” He pulled her off of him and pulled her on top, kissing her hard. He flipped them so he was on top. “You are a naughty one, Bug.”

“Only for you,” she replied with a smirk.

“Fucking love you, Livie.” He kissed her as he spread her legs and slid right into her soaked heat. “Favorite place in the world,” he moaned as he thrusted gently.

Liv sank her nails into his bacl. “More, Stevie, fuck me more,” she moaned.

Steve smiled as he pinned her hands by her head and thrusted harder and deeper into her. “I love you baby so much.”

“I love you. Stevie, shit, gonna come.”

“I’ve got you Liv. Go on, baby. Give it to me.”

Liv arched her back as her legs shook and her release washed over her. Watching Olivia cum was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen and always caused him to follow right behind her. He grabbed under her ass to lift her slightly as he chased his end and cummed harder than he imagined.

Their bedroom was silent, bar the heavy breathing as they came down from their highs.

“So, good start to your birthday?”

Steve laughed hard as he held his wife and kissed her head. “The best.”

As Steve stirred his coffee, he smiled as he heard the soft sounds of his girls waking up with Liv. He loved his girls, truly, but they were sassy as fuck. Luckily, he did have his nephew, Simon, Bucky and Natasha’s boy, to get his “son” energy out. A pitter of feet hit the staircase at their vacation home and the girls bounced into the room.

“Happy Birthday Papa!”

“Thank you, my Angels.” He kneeled down to receive their hugs. He pulled back to study his girls. Davy took after him, blonde curls, and his nose. Mattie took after her mother with her dark curls but both girls had his ocean blues.

“Papa, we go for a swim?” Davy asked.

“Gonna make me a picnic?”

“Momma says we will,” Mattie offers. “Pwease papa?”

“Its sounds like a perfect day Angels. But let’s have some breakfast before we get ready, ok?”

The girls scramble to their safety steps to help make breakfast with Steve. He put their bowls out and the fruit they would use. He loved teaching his girls healthy habits in the guise of helping papa with meals. Once he had them settled in their booster with their breakfast, he scrambled some eggs and bacon for himself and Liv.

“Baby, it’s your birthday. I wouldn’t have done it,” Liv says as she comes in, typing her hair up.

“It’s just another day, Bug.” Steve smiled. “Buck, Nat, Frank, Sam and Tony are stopping by later for a drink but otherwise is, this is all I ever wanted for a normal, non-celebration day.”

After jumping and splashing all day with his daughters, Steve relaxed into the daybed chair, his daughters asleep for their nap. Liv came over, beer in her hands for him, a soda for her. “Hey baby.”

“Hi love.” He took one of the beers and clinked with her glass. “It’s so calm here.”

“It is.” She took a slip and laid her head on his chest. She sighed, the sound coming out a little despondent.

Steve frowned as he lowered his sunglasses. “Livie, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Been thinking about stuff.”

“What stuff, honey?”

“Just future stuff. Wondering what you would think.”

“About what?”

“Just,” she sighed again. “Maybe I just miss the girls being babies is all. They are going to be four this year and we have to start thinking about school and stuff…”

Steve smiled softly. “And you miss your babies.”

“And I miss my babies.” She went quiet for a moment. “We never talked about whether we wanted another after…”

“After you and the girls almost died,” he said softly. “Baby, I didn’t want to bring it up because you were so scared after. The post-partum was so bad, and I was just scared that you would spiral again if I brought it up.” He pulled her all the way onto his lap. “Do you?” He swallowed. “Do you want another?”

She looked up at him and gave a small nod. “I mean, if you want.”

“Honey, it’s your body.”

Liv looked at him pensively. “I think I do.”

“I loved seeing you pregnant, and experiencing all the changes, feeling the girls kick,” Steve said with a smile. “So, let’s try for one more.”

She snorted. “One more. You and your super sperm gave me two.”

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m an overachiever.” They laughed and Steve hugged Olivia closer to him.

Maybe this was his chance.

As Liv went to get the girls ready for their guests, Steve was picking up from the art project the girls decided they wanted to make for their aunt and uncles. He loved that his girls got his art skills. The doorbell rang and he went to let his friends in.

“Hey punk, happy birthday!” Bucky reach for his best friend to give him a one arm hug as Simon was in his arms.

“Thanks, jerk. Hey, my little man, how are you?” He took the 18-month-old from his father’s arms and tossed him in the air. It made him excited that he would get to do that with his own little one again in the near future.

“Hey guys,” he greeted as Nat, Sam, Tony and Frank came in. “Liv and the girls will be down in just a few minutes. We had an incident with some finger paints.” He pointed to the art on the table. “There is one for each of you.”

“I’ll take the pink one,” Nat said. “I know they thought of me when they made it.”

“How do you know they weren’t thinking of me?” Frank asked.

As the friends began to bicker, Tony handed a bag to Steve. “Here you go.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Steve looked at the bag with a sigh.

“It’s your birthday, you get a gift. Them the rules, Rogers.”

“Thanks Tony. No Pepper?”

“She had to head back to the London office early. Something about an Ultron program going haywire,” Tony waived his arm like it wasn’t important. “Anyway, open it.”

Steve opened the bag to see a 25-year-old scotch. “Tony, wow.”

“Figured you might need it with the mini Olivias around.”

“I heard that Shell-head,” Liv said, holding her daughters’ hands as they walked down the stairs. All the girls squealed as their company was scattered around the room. They greeted everyone as they sat to chat and have a couple of drinks.

Mattie grew restless with her sweater. “Momma, can I take this off now?”

Liv bit her lip. “I guess so, baby. Have papa help you.”

“C’mere, munchkin one,” he said as he picked up his daughter and sat her on his knee. “Let’s get this off.” He pulled it off and saw a pink shirt with writing. He pulled it taut and read, ’Rogers #1’

“This is cute,” Steve said. “C’mere Davy, let me get yours off too.” He pulled the sweater off and straightened her own ‘Rogers #2’ shirt. “Very cute Bug.”

“I thought you might like them.” Liv blushed. “I know you said no presents, but I got you something.”

“Bug,” he sighed, “you promised.”

“I know but I think you’re gonna like this one.” She handed him a small blue bag. He took it warily and gave a tight smile. His friends all looked, well kinda smug. He shook it off and opened the bag. Inside was a bracelet box and a blue shirt. He opened the box and froze.

“Livie,” he swallowed, “baby…”

“So, remember in Montreal I wasn’t feeling great,” she started. “Turns out, I’m pregnant.” She chewed on her lip as she waited for Steve’s mind to catch up with his eyes. Eyes that are fixated on the positive pregnancy test in his hands.

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Steve pulled his wife into his arms. “We’re having a baby!” He kissed her hard as the group wolf whistled and yelled out their congratulations.

“You didn’t see the other thing in the bag,” Liv said.

“Don’t much care,” as Steve continues to hold his wife. “A baby. I can’t believe it.”

“But Stevie, you gotta look,” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and pulled the blue cloth from the bag. Its smaller than he expected but he shakes it open.

Rogers #3, Like Father, Like Son

“A b- a boy?”

“They did genetic testing, everything is fine,” she reassured him, “but they were able to tell me the gender. Now we have our boy. I know it’s what you wanted.”

“How did you know?”

“I see the way you are with Simon. You’re a brilliant girl dad, Stevie but I know you wanted a boy as well. And now we have both,” she said with a loving smile.

“How far along are you?”

“Eleven weeks. Been dying to tell you but with our schedule and flying and the girls I just didn’t have the chance. Are you mad?”

“Mad? No Bug, I’m not mad.” He kissed her softly. He looked back at his friends who were standing to start hugging. “They all knew?”

“Well, someone, Tony, heard me talking to Mom and your Ma and couldn’t keep his mouth shut. So we set this up because it’s your birthday and…”

He stopped her with a hug. “This has been the best birthday ever.”

“Really?”

“Really. Thank you Livie.”

“Happy birthday daddy.” She pat her stomach as his girls came to hug him around his legs. “We love you.”

Everyone here at the FIA are sending their heartfelt congratulations to Red Bull Racing and their driver Steve Rogers. The team announced that Steve’s wife, former champion Olivia Rogers, has given birth to a healthy baby boy, Christopher James. Team principle, Andy Barber confirmed that mother and son are doing well, and that older siblings Davina and Matilda are excited to have their brother join the family. Rogers is set to return to defend his third world championship in March in Bahrain. We wish the Rogers family all the best!

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