#Fem!Steve

[starenflugart]

Fem!Steddie

[myrdeer]

started a drawing and it turned into mermaid t4t steddie because I love them

[cuepickle]

Working out how to draw fem!steve. Do you think I drew her hair big enough?

[xgumiho]

"I can do both" - Steve Harrington, 1987.

© xgumiho | do not repost/steal/edit/crop

[eyesofshinigami]

Proper Motivation

Rating: M

Tags: Established relationship, can be read as gender-swap or trans!Steve, spicy content

Written for the STWG prompt motivation:

"But I don't want to do my exercises. It hurts and it makes me hot and sweaty and not even in a fun way," Eddie whines, draping himself over the treadmill dramatically. "It sucks and I hate it."

This had been a near daily fight since Eddie had gotten out of the hospital. Despite the doctors insistence that the walking would help him regain the strength in his legs, Eddie was having none of it. He would whine and fuss and kick his feet like a toddler having a tantrum. Stevie is at her wit's end. She knew her boyfriend hated exercising but this was getting ridiculous.

"Baby, I know, but you need to do it so you can get your strength back. It's only for six weeks, and if you show improvement, you may not have to anymore," she tries, pitching her voice a little higher. It was like dealing with a child.

Which... maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe she was coming at this from the wrong angle. Time to switch tactics.

"Tell you want..." she purrs, which suddenly makes Eddie sit up straighter from where he was still lamenting on the treadmill. "For every hundred steps you do, I'll take off a piece of clothing. And once I'm naked, if you finish your allotted... I'll let you do whatever you want to me. How's that for motivation?"

"Anything?" Eddie asks eagerly. He gets to his feet and starts fiddling with the buttons on the treadmill.

"Anything we've done or already discussed."

Eddie's face goes a little pink. "Even the thing with your tongue?"

Stevie nods, delighted. "Even the thing with my tongue. Maybe I'll even ride you after, since you'll be so tired from being such a good boy."

Eddie gulps and she can hear the treadmill whir to life. He starts walking , shaky as he is, but now he's got a determined look on his face.

She can't not reward such good behavior. She pulls her t-shirt tight over her chest, her tits and the outline of her nipples practically visible through the thin material. It draws Eddie's attention down and she giggles when his eyes go wide watching her tits bounce. "Just a sneak peek," she teases.

Eddie keeps staring, mindlessly walking and following every single movement of her tits and hips.

She should have done this ages ago. "Keep it up, baby," she coos. Stevie thumbs at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to reveal the tanned expanse of her stomach and the tiny little panties she's wearing, the one Eddie really likes to take off with his teeth. "Almost there."

Eddie moans, his steps faster, the tent forming in his sweats getting more and more visible.

Stevie just grins.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

buckbuck with a PHAT mommy kink for girl Steve [Stephanie?] post serum face planted in her boobs starry dreamy eyes blissful smile when she pulls him back by the hair 🥴🥴🥴🥴

Speaking of fem!Steve, might I interest you in any of these drabbles from Tumblr: one, two, three

(I've also done some genderbending on AO3 with fem!Steve, "The Girl That You Love," and fem!Bucky, "Sink Your Teeth Into My Flesh")

Anon, sincerely, what the fuck. This ask hit me like a baseball bat to the back of the head.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

That description, too?! Have you no mercy?

"post serum face planted in her boobs starry dreamy eyes blissful smile when she pulls him back by the hair"

Steph post-serum, all muscles and solid curves, with Bucky leaning up against her, shamelessly lost the heat and softness of her body, face-planted between her breasts, wanting to stay there forever, forever, forever unless Mommy wants something else from him. He'll do anything for her, he'll let her do anything to him, whatever, whenever, and it fucking shows on his face when she scratches her nails through his hair, grabs a handful of his now messy hair and peels him off of her, forcing his neck into a gorgeous, vulnerable arc that isn't anywhere near as vulnerable as his expression. It isn't his throat that calls her attention. It can't be. It's the look on his face. That expression steels every bit of her attention.

That's the handsome mug of a sweet, melted boy with stars in his glazed-over eyes. Dreamy. A butter-soft smile on his pouty, pink lips. Just looking at that innocent curl of his mouth makes her nipples harden to aching points--she wants to pervert that sweet, soft pink into a deep, wicked red from use, nursing on her tits.

Oh, god.

I am scrambled by the picture of them.

Imagine them especially raw, too, during the war, Steph freshly post-serum and Bucky still fucking rattled from the terrors of the front and now Azzano, too. He needs her. He needs familiarity. He needs comfort. He needs his lover, he's so fucking frantic for her, barely snatched out of the clutches of Hell by her wings. Wings she always had, he knew she was an angel all along, but now they're big and strong and full wings that everyone else can see--she can't hide any longer, a blessing and a curse.

He loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her, he loved her when she was tiny. He adored and voraciously loved her when her barely-handful tits bounced so cutely and sinfully when she was riding him, her lithe, trembling thighs thrown obscenely wide around his stocky waist. His stubble scratching hotly at her pale chest when he ducked down to breathe her in and gnawed at her delicate collarbones, staining her pink. He marveled with wide, hungry eyes at how she fit him inside at all, pressing down--gently--on her concave tummy, swearing he could feel himself under his hand, bulging out from her sweet, hot, tight cunt. She was perfect, and he couldn't've dreamed of her any other way but exactly like that. He wouldn't've.

He just wanted her.

He wanted her so bad, so often that it drove him crazy; he walked around like a crazy person all the fuckin' time because of her.

But now she's here, right here, alive, and she looks like that now and he's having a fucking nosebleed.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, maybe he's having a stroke, or he's hallucinating, or something of the sort because this can't be real. Look at her. Jesus wept, look at her. Big and tall and thick and healthy. She's glowing. She glows. She always did. She's been made of gold since he first laid eyes on her from her hair to the soles of her feet. He'll lay himself on the ground so she can walk on him and stay outta the mud, he swears. He worships her. The priests in the church talked about washing feet, and it was always a lady doing it for a fella, but Bucky thinks they had it all wrong because he should be the one to wash her feet. Fuck it, he wants to kiss her feet, he already all but kisses the ground she walks on, he needs to kiss her too.

She's so pretty it hurts to look at her, like looking directly at the sun. Staring at her, mouth agape, makes his head spin, so he's stumbling, dizzy, and falling face first into her tits. Turns out she's not just tall, shit, she's fucking taller than him.

Jesus Christ.

That makes him crazier than he's ever been before--he's crazy about her, staring up at her, her hair a soft, golden halo that he almost feels unworthy to touch. He hasn't seen her in what feels like decades. He can't believe she's here.

Here.

Steph's cupping the back of his head in one huge palm, artist's fingers cradling him--his knees go weak, knowing for the first time since he arrived at this god forsaken place that it'll be okay, she's got him--and he's melting so far down her belly. His muscles fail him, slumping down, down, down until he's muffling a moan into the bump of her lower belly, between the high points of her hips. Christ. He loves her. He loves her body, even in this version that he hasn't had the pleasure to get to know yet. He loves her. He's sliding father down, too, he's groaning into the mound of her cunt--her pussy, Jesus fuck--inhaling her smell and moaning, trembling, telling her, begging her to hold him down and suffocate her against her pussy, please Mommy, he doesn't even know where that comes from, he's never said that in his life, he's from Brooklyn, he says Ma, he doesn't--

He just--

Mommy.

Mommy, please, he trembles, begging, voice raw, if Steph asks, he'll blame it on the war, his franticness, but this is life or death, he needs her to make him small and controlled and consumed. He needs Mommy, or he'll die.

P.S. If you didn't know, sweet anon, I'm not actually taking writing requests right now so congrats on frying my brain enough to pull this out of me 💀💀 I guess I just have a weak spot and couldn't resist typing a little something up for this 😮‍💨

[astrid-nomically-steddie]

Omg just saw Wicked w/ my mom (spoiler alert: we both cried). This movie is life changing and I obviously need a steddie au

Elfaba - Eddie

Glenda- Steve

Nessa- Max/El

You can choose the rest but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG of you make it fem!steddie

Please this is so important to me. Their "friendship" is the most amazing picture of wlw relationship like COME ON "What is this feeling?" SO GAY PLEAEE

[nailbatss]

Forever Will Be You and Me

This is another entry for @harringrovesummerbingo !! Name inspiration comes from Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings. I love this song and I think it fits Harringrove in any universe <3

Square & Prompt: B2 - Free Space

Rating: Angst to fluff, SFW

Word Count: 1.8k

Major Tags: Harringrove, fluff, getting together, genderbent!Harringrove, omegaverse, Alpha!Billie, Omega!Stevie, Stevie has bad parents, Billie has bad parents

Summary: Stevie was supposed to do everything by the book. She was supposed to marry another rich family and have strong pups to be her heir. Her parents don’t care about her. She’s determined to break that cycle and be truly happy. All she has to do is run.

“Stevie, I need you to get the hell out of your parents’ house.” Billie scoffed as they relaxed in her pool one afternoon. She was sitting on a flamingo shaped floatie, sunglasses slightly skewed down her nose to see her better, and her red hot bikini hugging her curvy frame. Stevie herself was wearing a yellow floral bikini and it hugged her curves just right. Her own sunglasses were sitting atop her head as she relaxed in the shallow end, sitting on the stairs leading into the pool. 

A frown made her face scrunch up. “That’s easier said than done, Billie.” She sighed and looked down at her nails.

“Why? I got away from my folks and got a place, why don’t you move in with me?” Billie asked like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Are you crazy? They already don’t like that I’m friends with an alpha and won’t tell them who. You know how old fashioned they are.”

“Right, because they believe in alpha/omega relationships and nothing else.” She frowned. “I mean, I am an alpha. Why won’t they let you be with me?”

“Though we’re opposite designations… they don’t like the thought of me being with another woman..” Stevie said softly.

“That’s such bullshit!” Billie snarled as her fangs dropped. “We could be perfect together!” She hissed.

Well that suddenly got Stevie’s attention.

“Billie? I- what?” Stevie squeaked.

“Fuck.” The blonde muttered and looked up at the sky, groaning. “Fucking cat’s out of the bag now.”

“Y-You like me?”

“Yes, princess. I don’t just hang around you for no reason. While I do like to be around you, I think you’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. This shitty town’s never done anything for me except giving me one thing. They gave me you.” Billie said. “Now I sound all sappy.” She pouted.

Stevie giggled as she swam over to her, grabbing onto the side of her floatie and looking up at her. “Billie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re cute when you get all pouty.” She smiled and laughed again as Billie’s face turned as red as her bikini.

That didn’t stop her from leaning down and responding. “And you’re all cute when you’re flirty.” The blonde smiled and connected their lips, earning a mewl of pleasure from Stevie.

~*~

“What do you mean I have to marry him?” Stevie’s eyes widened.

“You were promised to the Hagan family long after you presented.” Her father growled. “If you presented as an omega, you’d marry their alpha son. If you presented as an alpha, you’d be promised to another family with an omega.” He crossed his arms. “Pack your things, they’ll be coming to collect you in the morning. Once married, you’re going to provide an heir that will take over the family business.”

“I don’t want to!” Stevie stomped her foot. “There’s no way you’re going to make me!”

“Oh, but you’re an omega. You’re viewed as property to anyone else, especially in our society.” Her father continued and growled. “As your father and your alpha, you will obey me.”

Stevie shot a look to her mother. “You seriously can’t agree to this.” She swallowed, horrified at the thought of having to leave everything behind, especially her chosen alpha. The two had been courting in secret for weeks now.

Her mother fell silent, as usual. “What your father says, goes.” She had been promised the same fate unfortunately all those years ago. She was sworn to marry Richard, obviously not happy about it either.

“Fuck you.” She spat in her father’s direction. 

“What the hell did you say to me, girl?!”

“Fuck. You.” Stevie said and turned on her heel, grabbing her bag and running up the stairs. She slammed her bedroom door behind her and sobbed. 

How was she supposed to tell Billie? 

She simply couldn’t. 

But she couldn’t just not live her own life. She had to do something and do it fast.

Grabbing the phone, she dialed the number she remembered by heart all those years ago. A tear slid down her cheek as she heard the ringing back in her ears.

“Hey princess, what’s going on?”

“Is that offer still on the table?” Stevie asked shakily.

She could practically hear her grin over the phone. “For you? Always.”

“I want to take you up on it.”

“I’m on my way, princess. Be there in 5.”

Hearing the dial tone, Stevie hung up the phone and wiped her eyes. No time for getting upset now. The brunette was packing her bags in a flurry and making sure she grabbed everything she needed. The young omega was not going to let her father ruin her life again. She was going to find her happiness somewhere that wasn’t there.

Even so, she knew she would be cut off from her family, which was fine. She had enough in her savings anyway. The minute she turned 18, she automatically removed her parents from her bank account. Whatever money she had was hers, and that was a safety net at best. 

Taking one more glance around, Stevie knew this would be the last time she’d be in this room. She picked up a stuffed bunny from her bed. Cinnamon, she had named it, was won by Billie at the state fair up in Indy. She had held onto it ever since and it smelled just like her. Though Billie’s scent had faded from the plush fur, Stevie held onto it as a memory. One of the seldom few she had where she was purely happy.

So into her bag she goes. 

Hearing the familiar roar of the engine, Stevie was out the door. She dropped her keys into the bowl of keys. Her car would surely be taken from her too, so it was better to leave that behind too. It was an ugly reminder of who her family is.

“Stephanie!” Turning her head, she realized her mother was watching her now.

“I’m sorry.” She said quietly.

“I understand, but please…” Her mother rushed over with an envelope and handed it to her. She sniffled. “I’m so sorry that your father is like this.. I never wanted this life for you. You don’t deserve this.” 

That was the last time she hugged her mother. 

Taking a deep breath, Stevie walked out the door and never looked back.

After all, her true alpha was here to protect her from them. She’d never look back again.

Climbing in the car, Stevie immediately felt overtaken with relief, warmth, and safety.

“Hi, princess.’

“Hi beautiful.”

Suddenly, Stevie was embraced in a loving hug. The warmth was familiar, encasing her with happiness and support, but most of all, love.

“Don’t ever look back. They’ll tear us apart if you give them the chance.” Billie told her soothingly and rubbed her back.

Suddenly, she gasped when feeling tears soaking through her shirt.

“Oh baby, don’t you worry. I got you now. Come on, let’s go get some ice cream at home, yeah?”

“Home?” Stevie echoed with a raspy tone.

“Home.” Billie smiled softly.

“Okay, yeah, I’d like to go home now, please.”

“Then home it is.”

~*~

Warm. Cozy. That’s what Stevie felt when she woke up. She trilled softly when feeling strong arms around her waist. Her nose immediately went to her neck, sighing quietly as she breathed in her scent. It was unlike any other alpha’s scent which was usually musky, heavy. Hers was coconut, lime, and all things beachy. Stevie’s herself was more floral, like jasmine, daffodil, and a little bit of peach. Their scents were perfect together and almost like a tropical getaway.

Heaven. That’s what this was.

Stevie was in heaven when she was with Billie, her alpha.

They had moved in together practically overnight and they were finally at peace. People would talk, surely. Stevie Harrington living it up with Billie Hargrove in the trailer? Scandalous.

She didn’t give a damn anymore.

All Stevie cared about was being happy. At the very least, Billie was her happiness and she was going to always protect her.

Yes, they were young at only the age of 18, but they were here together. They’d finish school together and they’d probably never hear from any of these people again. That would be paradise to them definitely.

“Do you ever think of moving away?” Billie asked curiously one morning.

“W-what?”

“Do you ever… want to get away from here?” Billie repeated this time.

“I mean, I’ve always thought about it.”

“Yeah? What of it?”

“I’d like to… but I don’t want to leave behind the pups.”

Stevie had grown quite attached to a few pups that she used to look after. Namely, Dustin Henderson. That was her first pup she was trusted with. Claudia had always offered her a place to stay if needed and a warm meal before she would return home. The other pups followed right after: Lucas, Mike, Will, and El were a few more to name. Of course, she couldn’t forget about the other sassy, yet sweet pup, Max. Though she was Billie’s sister, Stevie adored her all the more. 

“We could always come back to visit.” Billie offered.

“We could, yes, but I’m happy here with you.” Stevie smiled warmly over her cup of coffee. Her wavy hair was thrown up in a messy bun; it was never good for Billie’s heart to see that combination. “It wouldn’t be the same without them.. I’d miss them.”

Billie could understand that. She never thought of having pups of her own, let alone, knowing if she could sire them. It hit her just then. If you take an omega away from their pups, even ones that were adopted and made pack, then they could enter a drop. She didn’t want to risk doing that to her favorite person in the world.

“Fine, after the brats graduate, we’re going to leave then. Will that be okay?” Billie sighed.

Stevie giggled, “Don’t call them brats, I know you have a soft spot for them too.”

“Whatever.” Billie huffed again.

“Oh, my big, strong, alpha, scared to admit she’s soft.” Stevie cooed.

That made Billie growl playfully. “Shut up.”

“You like when I tease you~”

“That I do, princess. That I do. Now c’mere, I need my morning kisses.” Billie tugged her close by her waist, sealing their lips together.

Happiness had never tasted so sweet. All it took was her to run away from her horrible future and into the loving arms of her perfect mate.

Forever never looked so promising.

[the-seas-song]

@transexualpirate @hainethehero @cowboyhorsegirl @frankthesnek @meidui

Does anyone know anything about astrology? Because I just had the urge to look up Steve and Tony's birth charts (and their relationship chart), and OMG!!! They're so juicy - especially Steve's!

Us bottom!Steve stony's have won the JACKPOT and I NEED to gush about it; but my chronic health issues haven't given me enough energy to write out a full analysis/essay type post.

So if anyone wants to scream into the void with me over this please let me know!!!

[steviespanties]

Got any good fem!Steve Harringrove fics? Need him in pretty skirts and lingerie so bad

Hey hey, I'll have to admit I'm not super into full on genderswap most of the time, but if you're okay with omegaverse I really enjoyed Nomenclature😊 If anyone else has a favorite smutty fem!Steve fic they want to recommend, please feel free to reply!!

[starenflugart]

Day One: Secret Relationship for @steddie-week

Have some fem!steddie in a fantasy setting 🌈

[myrdeer]

pretty lady fish <3

[dutchimagine]

ooooh gorl i think u rebageled to the wrong blog bby

pov: Eddie and Steve have decided to become nuns

(and have lesbian sex)

[martyreasemymind]

fem!Harringrove

@flashwaves @every-dayiwakeup

[eyesofshinigami]

teenage dirtbag for wip weekend!!

For you, my friend. Please enjoy!

His thoughts took a turn for the worst, sitting outside Scoops Ahoy like an absolute asshole and just drooling over the thought of bending her over the counter. Thinking about pulling her into the freezer and fucking her until neither of them could move, her clawing at his back and pulling at his hair and telling him what a fucking freak he was. 

He didn’t even fucking like ice cream all that much.

Still, he’d find himself sitting there, day after day, watching her as people filtered through and ordered ice cream. Stevie was pretty damn handy with a scoop, swirling it around in her dainty little hands and serving ice cream with a pretty smile that didn’t always reach her eyes. He listened to her bicker with Robin Buckley, the band girl that seemed to share his disdain for the popular crowd. The two girls seemed to get along well enough, though. Stevie didn’t look so haunted when she was arguing with Robin, or the stream of small children that seemed to know Stevie who would come in and harass her for ice cream. 

It was on one particular day that he was sitting on the bench, fantasizing about Stevie and her skirt when he heard a voice from behind him ask, “You can’t be fucking serious.”

Eddie jumped about a mile. “What the fuck?” he responded, glancing around for the source.

Of course it would be fucking Buckley, standing there with her hands on her hips and holding what looks like an Orange Julius. “It can’t be the ice cream making you act all creepy, sitting here and staring all day. And I highly doubt it’s me, so. I repeat, you can’t be fucking serious.”

Caught, he felt his face turning red. “What’s it to you? Maybe I just enjoy people-watching.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “If by people-watching you mean staring at Stevie Harrington in her uniform like a pig.” He opened his mouth, but she shook her head. “Get in line, dude. I’ve never seen so many jocks ordering ice cream in my life. And it’s all stupid gross flavors that she recommends to them, too.”

Fucking great. Of course Stevie would still have all those meatheads panting after her, even if she wasn’t the Queen of Hawkins High anymore. He probably missed Hagan and Hargrove at some point, both of them crawling back to get up under that little navy skirt of hers. It makes him want to gnash his teeth. “Why would I care about the jock-patrol messing with their princess?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. I don’t know why you’re acting like I just pissed in your Cheerios about it. I was just letting you know that you’re being a weirdo.” Robin leaned close, cupping her hand over her mouth and stage-whispering, “Also, she stares back at you sometimes. Maybe she likes ‘em weird.”

With that, she flounced off, leaving Eddie shell-shocked by this tidbit of information. 

No way. No fucking way.

HELP ME WRITE

[walkitoffrogers]

💬 + Stevie Rogers used her feminine wiles to convince Dr. Erskine to give her the super-serum

@murder-popsicle

"Oh my god. Sorry, I'm gonna need a minute. That's just-- It's the first time anyone has ever accused me of having anything like "feminine wiles." Hang on, I need to catch my breath. That's a good one. I gotta tell Buck.

Trust me, if I were coming on to him, that's not what would happen. He'd just feel sort of awkward and embarrassed for me. You're way more likely to get a right hook outta me. And while I have the deepest respect for Dr. Erskine, he's old enough to be my grandfather. Gross."