'Item 107' Masterlist
skinny!demigod!Steve Rogers x bewitched!soulmate!Reader
a Beauty and the Beast AU (sorta)
Summary: Steve has lived a long, long life, gaining energy and power through his art, but he's lonely. Ages ago, he painted one piece to draw his one true partner to his waiting arms, and he waited. He waited and waited. Nothing happened, and Steve gave in to his fury. When reader shows up interested in that faded and ugly canvas, Steve is too bitter to fathom why. Will he notice who you are to him? Will he make space in his life for you?
Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘
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1) Attic Wives Anonymous by @foxgloveprincess
Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Robert Pronge
Dark
Ongoing
2) Brat Taming by @imaginedreamwrite
A/B/O Dynamics
Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers
Ongoing
3) Conclave by @late-to-the-party-81
Apocalypse AU
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Soft Dark
4) Fantasy Hotel by @deandoesthingstome
Characters: August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Hellraiser!Mike, Walter Marshall
Ongoing
Smut
4) More Hearts Than Mine by @imaginedreamwrite
Characters: Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Skinny!Steve Rogers
College AU
Ongoing
5) Mrs. Claus Show by @imyourbratzdoll
WARNING: Dangerous levels of delightful silliness!
Also a good amount of smut.
Characters: Ari Levinson, Bucky, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lee Bodecker, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers
Ongoing
6) Ruby Garden by @biteofcherry
BDSM
Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers
Ongoing
7) The Assistant by @holylulusworld
Characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Mike Weiss, Steve Rogers
Ongoing
Plus Size Reader
8) The Club AU by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Curtis Everett, Lee Bodecker, Loki, Thor
Dark
Ongoing
9) The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars by @crazyunsexycool
A/B/O Dynamics
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Ongoing
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Paper Doll 2
Warnings: this fic includes dark content including noncon, violence, stalking, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: A patron at your family’s bar becomes an overly devoted regular.
Characters: Steve Rogers (in this fic, Steve did not get the serum but still served in the war), short! Plus size reader.
Note: sorry this took so long.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3
Love you all like Fairy Godmother loves Bonnie Tyler. Take care. 💖
The Friday crowd buzzes around the slanted round tables, packing the stools along the bar, and hollering bets across the felt. You make your rounds of the place, filling pints to the brim alongside your brother as he comments on the business. You don't mention that it's payday at the newspaper mill or that it's the end of the week. Lionel just wants to pat himself on the back for something beyond his grasp.
These days don't come often enough to hire a second barmaid and the old cook, Norm, is no help as he puts up greasy fish and chips in the window. He's a remnant of your father's ownership, carried over with the deed.
The rush lasts until after midnight, whittling away as the customers begin to sway and slur, some sent off before they end up snoring on their face. You wipe up tables and gather empty glass. Lionel hollers at a regular at the bar in jest, leaving much of his work undone. As you clink down a tray of spent pints, he doesn't even acknowledge you.
"Li," you say under your breath as he pushes down buttons on the till, "that's the last of our glasses."
"Well, clean some," he grumbles as he pins a paid tab to the spike sticking up beside the register.
"I can't do it all myself," you mutter.
"I'm working too, sis," he raps on your arm with his knuckles and spins away, dumping some pennies in front of Gerald.
You sigh. You'll have to clean as the need rises, you simply don't have the time. The bell above the door chimes as if to toll, more customers.
You slide your tray out from under the glasses and dry it quickly, shoving the cloth in your apron pocket as you round the bar. A man with dark hair and a pinned sleeve sits at the table near the door, square chin down as if to hide. He pushes back his thick hair, keeping his face in the shadows.
You don't notice him right away but you recognise the man with him. The same on who'd been there earlier that week. His knuckles still showed some faded bruises but his nose was back to its usual size.
You take a breath and swallow a yawn. You cross to them with a smile, "hello, how are you tonight? Can I get you a pint?"
"Hey," the slender blonde looks up at you as he removes his hat, his friend not even flinching at your approach, "you remember me?"
"Uh, yeah, Steve," you assure him, "I remember."
"What did you do this time, punk?" The other man gristles as he scratches the overgrown beard along his chin.
Steve laughs, "nothing you wouldn't do."
You smile patiently, gripping the edge of the tray. The dark-haired man is large, with broad shoulders, though the left ends abruptly above his folded sleeve. Another casualty.
"We'll take lager, " Steve says brightly, "please, and say, you don't happen to have fish and chips? My friend needs something to eat."
"Lager comin' right up, but kitchen closes at midnight," you glance between them, the bigger man slouched grimly with his only elbow on the table, "I could make you a corned beef sandwich, though."
"Hmmm, no it's–" Steve's friend begins.
"That'd be great," the blond interjects, "can't be drinking on an empty stomach."
"And you?" You prompt.
"I already ate, thank you kindly."
You give a nod and leave them. Behind the bar, Lionel snarls at the dirtied glasses, "i told you to clean these–"
"I gotta serve, Li, and I'm working on it," you crank on the faucet and grab two glasses.
You elbow him out of the way and carry on. Drying the glasses before going to the tap to fill them. Lionel returns to his careless conversation with the drunkards.
You return to the table by the door and plunk down the pints. "There you are, it'll be a moment for the sandwich.'
"Thanks," Steve says as he offers a bill to pay, "how's your week, doll? Anymore trouble?"
"No, I think you scared them off," you kid, "I'll go make that sandwich, alright?"
"Sure," he leans back, sitting sideways in the chair as he grabs his glass, "Buck," he glances over at his friend as he stares at the foamy lager, "you alright?"
You cross the bar again and swing through the kitchen door. Norm is drinking whiskey straight from the bottle as he bites a cigar and wipes down the counter.
"We got beef left?" You ask as you go to the old icebox, the motor ticking loudly.
"Should do," he grumbles around the stinky cigar.
You search around and take out the paper packet of pink corned beef. You take it to the counter and cut off two slices of bread from the loaf. Norm takes another swig as you spread mustard on the rye.
"Hungry?"
"For a customer," you explain.
"Ah, whiskey?" He offers his bottle.
"You know I'm not one for drinking."
"Aye, a barmaid who don't drink. Fate is funny, init?"
"Suppose," you shrug as you put the top piece of bread on, "see ya round."
"You too, kid."
You push through the door with your hip and grab a dish of nuts from the bartop as you pass. You head over to the two men and set down the food. Steve thanks you again, as the other man echoes him in a mutter.
"This is my friend, Bucky," Steve declares, "he was in Europe too."
"Oh, wow."
"Rogers," the other man, Bucky warns.
"Ah, he's quiet, took me forever to get him out here."
"She don't care," Bucky takes half the sandwich and looks it over.
"Ha, sorry," Steve rubs his neck, "well, I guess you got other stuff to do. I'll leave ya to it and try to get this dummy to do more than growl."
"I'll be around if you need anything else," you clasp your hands together.
You move to the next table clear up the pint and the peanut shells. You continue around the empty seats, the horde thinning out as the clock ticks. You glance up at the arms in their perpetual orbit and sigh, just another hour.
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"I hate to chase you out," you approach the men at the table, the last left in the pub, "but we are closing up for the night."
"Ah, course," Steve stands, "you need help tidyin' this place up?"
"Um, no," you almost laugh, "not exactly something we expect of our patrons."
"Be a little less obvious, Rogers," Bucky stands and stretches his neck, "let's get out of her hair. She don't need you tryna show off."
"It's appreciated," you chime.
"Sure," Bucky scoffs and grabs his friend's skinny arm, "let's go. I played along, I'm tired."
He drags the smaller man towards the door, "gee, Buck, you’re gonna tear my arm off."
"Good, then we'll match," Bucky retorts as he nears the door, "have a good night, miss. I'll do my best to keep this punk out out of your way."
You grin at the remark tossed over his shoulder as Steve looks back at you, soles scuffing as he puts up a poor resistance, "night, miss."
You watch after them as they pass through the door and follow to turn to the deadbolt. Coins jingle as Lionel counts out the night's drawer behind the bar. You don't say a word as you start to lift the chairs onto the tables, eager to get through sweeping and be home.
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You stand in the bookshop browsing the shelves of rigid spines. You roll the bill in your hands, the discovery of the forgotten tip and your brother's early mood inspiring you to peruse the wares. A pang of guilt strikes you. You just don't feel right spending the money, it doesn't feel earned. If anything, you owed Steve.
You shove it back in your coin purse and continue hesitantly down the narrow aisle. You usually save your tips for the monthly fee to keep your apartment above the pub and trips to the grocer. There isn't much left over for much else, even books.
You get to the end of the row and turn, stopping short at the figure browsing the back wall. He holds a book and flips through the diagrams of stems and stamens. A very interesting review of botany. More notable, is the familiar profile, sharp cheekbones and a birdishly large nose.
"Steve," you greet in surprise before you can collide with him.
He looks over, not quite startled by your appearance.
"Oh, hi, fancy meeting you here," he shuts the book and replaces it on the shelf.
"Uh, yeah, it's not too far from home."
"No, it's not," he agrees.
"You live around here?" You wonder aloud before you can stop yourself.
"Not too far… I was wondering, did you end up buying yourself a pretty new ribbon?"
"Oh, er, not exactly," you glance around, "I was actually hoping to find a copy of Dumas here."
"Books? Books are fun but not so pretty," he faces you, his hand on the shelf, "maybe a scarf? Or a brooch? You'd look good in pearls."
"Ah, well, that's not… practical," you fold your hands together, "maybe it's best I save the money… or I could thank you."
"Thank me?" He tilts his head coyly.
"There's a bakery down the road–"
"Cora's. I know the one," his cheeks bloom a shade of rose, "you keep that money, doll, I'll treat you to a scone."
"No, really–"
"The only treat I need is you," he blushes deeper, "I don't often get to walk around with a gorgeous girl like you."
"Steve, please," you trill.
"I mean it," he grins, "I'm really not in much shape to be fightin' for just anyone, you know?"
You suck in your lip and clasp and unclasp your coin purse nervously, "alright, I like scones."
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All or Nothing at All Masterlist COMING SOON
Steve Rogers always doubted your feelings for him. He was supposed to be your everything, but he fell for someone else. Bucky Barnes was supposed to be your best friend, and nothing more. Good thing they both got lost in time. Or did they?
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
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| Too Sweet |
Description: You and Steve try to put 'it' in for the first time after his serum procedure.
Pairing: Soft-Dark 40's Post-Serum Steve Rogers | Lover!You.
Warning(s): Soft-Dark!Steve, 40's misogyny and courting bc let's be so fr, obsession, daddy kink, allusions to spanking, dumbification, power imbalance, corruption kink, fluffy smut, p-in-v penetration that y'all are STRUGGLING with, dash of breeding kink, they love each other, smut with plot.
Note: @chxrryhansen 's new Too Sweet Steve edit is responsible for this and she doesn't even know it, pfft!
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"Steve!" Your protest is half giggle and half whine as you wince before landing a punishing smack to your lover's shoulders. "Ouch!" His body is also vibrating due to the humor that the two of you find in this strange situation.
"Come on, baby" he rasps out against your ear, his elbow that presses into your pillow besides your head causing it to dip towards itself. "I am trying my best here, bear with me a little" try he sure is doing. You can almost feel him fighting against his impulse to just fuck all and push inside your tiny entrance that has never faced a girth this big.
"I knowww~" you whine as you press your knees against his sides that have become wide and muscular since the procedure. "But it's still ouchie" Steve sighs as he freezes the little bit of pushing that he was doing.
You feel bad, you really do.
Because it is as hard for you to hold back as it is for him.
Pressed up against your lover that you haven't properly had like this in a week, your bare skins nearly leeched to each other's, one of his rough manly hands fondling your breasts as the one he's holding up his heavy body with strokes your hair to comfort you, the feeling of his stern muscles digging into the tender insides of your thighs and then his cock that you need to save your life at this point so close to your weeping walls yet so far away that you can lose your mind from the frustration.
But it just hurts so fucking much!
You had always thought your lover's size to be a decent one because it kept you satisfied and very happy.
But now…
This.
You did not want to be an ungrateful brat, as Steve would say, because you weren't a stranger to the valor that he held for his country and you had always done your best to cheer him on so you weren't to be misunderstood.
But good Lord above, they had swapped your cotton candy lover for a rough and tough beast who couldn't bear you being out of his sight for more than a few minutes.
It seemed that whatever voodoo they worked in that fancy machine had also amplified his obsession with you, like everything else.
Steve sighs as he kisses your cheek softly. You understand that he's a man and he has his needs that he has been compromising for a week because you recoil at the sight of his cock each time he tries to seduce you. "I've already stretched you out with three fingers, baby. At this point I might as well put my fist in there" you're on thin ice and you know it.
No man is as considerate as he has been all these days as it is.
Your cheeks burn and you flush hotly in embarrassment, letting out another whine as a result before landing a flustered punch on his arm. "I- It's not my fault if your fist would still be smaller than your dick!" Though your tone is one that has gotten you bent across his lap more times than you can count, the manner in which the indirect praise boosts his ego saves you this one time.
And his fingers weren't the easiest thing in the world either because they've grown three times their size!
"Aw, is Daddy's cock too big for your little baby pussy, honey?" You cannot help but let out a horrified guffaw as you cover your mouth, eyes wide.
"Oh, my GOD, Steve!" He is grinning at how appalled you look because of his obscene words. "Stop with that! I told you the other day that it's not right!" You have no idea how, but two months ago your lover had picked up this strange pet name for himself that he liked to use whenever you two were having an intimate moment.
"Oh, but baby" your back arches in an instant as you grunt and feel your claws fly to his shoulders that they dig into. He has started to push again. But your pussy is nearly as stubborn as he is, it seems. Because neither wants to back down. "Who put it in your pretty little head that you can decide what's right and wrong around here?"
Your thighs tremble at the authority in his tone and you whine, feeling your ass cheeks clench at the way the girth of his tip feels around your sore band of muscles. Fuck, this is like losing your virginity all over again but only worse.
You almost feel mad at yourself.
Because you're so wet and prepared.
Ready.
Just why can't it go where you need it most?!
"N- No…" The smell of his shampoo hits your nose when he dips his head into the crook of your neck to make a new love bite, both to try and distract you as well as mark you as his. "D- Didn't mean that, Shtevie, sowwy~" you mumble meekly and he deeply hums against your skin.
"Good girl" if it weren't for the way in which one of his hands lovingly caress your scalp, you would have teared up due to how small you suddenly feel. "Now shush up for Daddy and let him do this bratty little pussy in" an involuntary gasp leaves you again but you suppress it by kissing his moist temple so he can't hear it and think you are being disrespectful. Your baby pussy has irritated him enough this past whole week already.
"Owiee…" You grunt again as you feel it breach its way into the initial curve as it has been doing for hours now. "S- So big, Daddy" what? No! You're not like your naughty lover! Y- You're just trying to somehow calm him down so you don't get in trouble!
Like you did when you initially did not respond to his unrelenting advances in school and he ended up scoring really low in a test because of that so he dragged you out of drama class to bend you over and teach you a thing or two about manners and how to treat those who are nice to you. Then he made you apologize, kiss his cheek and cook him dinner at your house to make it up to him.
You are glad he did that though, because Steve is your once in a lifetime and there can never be another like him.
He just knows best.
But that doesn't mean you are okay with getting punished just because your pussy is too tiny!
"Good babygirl" your lover grunts against your nipple that his mouth is latched onto now, hips doing their best to not damage you but still weasel his cock past the hard round shaped barricade of your pubic bone. "I know it's scary but you can trust Daddy because he knows that if that pretty little pussy can push out his brats one day, it can surely take this cock too." Steve loves how you shudder under him at the thought but still answer him Yes, Daddy.
Because you are all his to do with whatever he pleases.
That is the reason why he shook hands with HYDRA and wiped out SHIELD the day he was transformed.
Because HYDRA had promised him a comfortable future with you where he would not have to part with you for too long but still provide you the life that you truly deserved as his sweet little girl who loved and accepted him in a state that everyone had treated as a laughing stock.
You were worthy of the world.
And he was determined to give it to you.
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I didn't mention the hydra plot twist up there because well, surprise!
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one lucky guy from Brooklyn
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Ballet!AU that no one asked for, but here we are :D
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Stevie is Jack.ad.astra
Bucky is 32557038t41t420
Pic by Fuu
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dammit, I got distracted with Canva again and made the graphic for another upcoming series: skinny!steve as a demigod with the power to influence people through art--which is how he finds you, his future bride (Beauty and the Beast AU)
who's excited?!?!?
🙋🏻♀️
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Wasted 11
Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.
Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥
The other girl in this one is from Black Light
Part of The Club AU
Throughout the night, you find yourself thinking of Bucky. Not in any meaningful way, merely wondering how someone as nice as the man beside you came to be friends with a pill-pushing brute like him. Steve is too sweet to believe and you know better than to buy anything at face-value but you’ve yet to find a crack in the veneer.
As he asks for the check, you pull your purse into your lap. He peers over, “oh, don’t… I got it.”
“Really, it’s nice of you to offer,” you try to factor out the chunk from your cut for the night. “I don’t mind going half–”
“My mother would pale if I didn’t insist,” he reaches over to clasp his hand over your purse before you can pop open the flap. It’s the boldest move he’s mad all night. You relent, he doesn’t have to twist your arm, your bills are already doing most of that. “I had a really good night, it’s worth it.”
You smile. A real smile. You can’t lie and say you didn’t.
“I did too,” you say, “thank you, Steve.”
He blushes and turns to watch the server as she approaches again. He fumbles around his jacket and takes out his wallet. His hands are shaking. You’d finally calmed his nerves but they just as quickly bubble up. Bucky is less than an honest man but you suspect he didn’t lie about everything.
But what did he tell Steve? Is this a date? Or are you a hired escort? That makes your chest twinge. You’ve never been overly sentimental, you’ve had your share of one night stands, but you don’t want this to be like those.
As Steve folds up his wallet and thanks the server, you brush his arm with your knuckles, “hey, do you wanna walk through the park? Elizabeth Square is near here, I’ve never been to see the fountain.”
He turns to you with wide eyes, “really?”
“Sure, why not? Unless… I’m keeping you.”
He shakes his head and a broad grin spreads across his pointed features, “I’d love that.”
You nod and gather up your purse. You stand and pull on your jacket as Steve rises on the other side of the table and smooths his jacket. His pants are a little too long but he looks nice. You can tell he put a lot of thought into tonight.
He gestures you ahead of him, “ladies first.”
You accept and lead him between the tables. He’s quick as you reach the front door and flits around to open it for you. He really is playing the gentleman well.
As you get outside, you wait for him on the sidewalk and as he nears, you turn to walk parallel with him down the wide pavement. He’s quiet as he twiddles his slender fingers at his side. You take out your lip gloss to retouch your lips, twisting the cap on and tucking it away before you figure out what to say.
“You don’t really think I’m a lady, do you?” You kid.
He peeks over at you, “of course I do.”
“Steve,” you hum, flattered by his sincerity. You don’t know what to say.
You sidle closer with your next step and take his hand, twining your fingers through his as he flinches. He jitters then squeezes. You can feel him beaming.
“I like you, Steve,” you say, “but I think I might disappoint you.”
“You could never,” he counters.
“We barely know each other.”
“Yet.”
“Steve,” you chide as you turn through the archway of Elizabeth Square. You look up at the big letters wrought in iron. “I’m trying to warn you.”
“I don’t need to be warned,” he says, “I can handle it. I can handle you.”
You almost laugh. He’s brave when he wants to be. Just like back in the coffee shop.
You near the fountain and sigh, watching the water lap down over the lit basin. Heat seeps into you from your interlocked hands as he stops beside you. You both just stare at the spouting streams.
You tug on his arm and turn to him. He glances over shyly, “this is romantic, isn’t it?”
He chuckles nervously, “sure.”
“I think… if you want to,” you push your shoulder up and tilt your head, “it might be the perfect time to kiss me.”
He gulps and shifts to face you, “really?”
You arch a brow, “my lip gloss tastes like cherry.”
His mouth opens slightly and he sways, “cherry?”
You smile and lean in, stopping just before him as you pucker your lips. His brows rise high on his forehead and his cheeks brighten rosily. He steps close and meets your lips with his as he closes your eyes and you do the same. He presses against your lips before he shyly recoils.
He lets go of your hand and covers his mouth, “sorry, I never– was that bad.”
“Not at all,” you flick your lashes open, “that was sweet.”
“Sweet?” He murmurs.
“Come on,” you turn and sit on the wide ledges of the fountain, “we can work on it.”
“Work on it?” He squeaks.
You slap the marble next to you, “Steve, let me show you how to work in the tongue, that’s the fun part.” He looks like he’s about to faint. You laugh as he sits stiffly and you rub his back, “or not. You don’t have to do anything you don’t like.”
“No, I want to,” he pokes his tongue out to lick his lips, turning his head to you slowly, “you’re right, it’s cherry.”
You giggle and lean on the heel of your hand, bringing your other hand to his cheek. He grabs your wrist and pulls your touch away, surprising you as he frames your face instead. He grips your chin as he leans in and smushes his lips to yours again.
You open your mouth slightly and slip your tongue along his lips, welcoming him in. He takes your invitation as his hand crawls up your jaw, firmly holding your head. You lean into him, purring as you rest your hand just above his knee. Why hadn’t you tried a nice guy before?
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What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 4
Summary: a peek into Omega’s past
Pairings: Johnny Storm X Reader, Skinny!Steve X Reader, Frank Adler X Reader, August Walker X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, language, forced into a finishing school, mentions of knotting, scenting, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.6K
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*dividers by @firefly-graphics
“Johnny?” you pitifully look up at him, as he starts to get dressed, “Johnny where are you going?” your lip trembles, and you hold your blanket tighter around you, your body starting to rock, and you look towards the door, “Please, don’t go.”
“Oh, honey,” he walks closer to you, giving you a quick hug, “Sweet little Fireball, I can only stay as long as I pay. I paid for two hours, and now we’re nearing that two hour mark.”
“But,” you pout at him, your eyes going misty, and he himself feels a pang at the thought of leaving you. “But, I don’t want you to go. You…y-y-you, um,” biting at your lip you look away, covering up your mouth when you whisper, “You’re my Alpha.”
“Oh, god, I was afraid of this. I’m not.”
“You came here though.”
“I didn’t mark you,” you turn away from him, wiping along your nose, and Johnny gulps, looking himself in the mirror. He broke a big rule. This was never part of the plan.
“You knotted me. I was saving myself for my Alpha. That’s what I was trained to do.”
“Trained?”
“And you took that from me. August was supposed to be my Alpha, because Frank couldn’t be. Nick made me promises, and so did you, and you’re all liars!” Your voice rings in his ears, and ashamed, he looks away. “You all lied. All of you! Y-y-you just take and take with no regards to feelings. I have done everything right, and everyone wants me and no one wants to claim me, and now I’m used,” grabbing up one of your trinket gifts from Nick, you throw it towards Johnny in a bit of rage. “I hate all of you. Alphas are useless. Go away.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you turn your back to Johnny. “I will refuse to see you from now on. I’ll tell Nick.”
“You won’t tell Nick anything. Or Marshall, or anyone in charge. You will keep your damn mouth shut if you know what’s good for you,” the Alpha command rattles to your bones. And you hate him even more. “If I pay enough, you’re greedy little Alpha’s running the Pony will let me in. Just remember that Omega. Do not threaten me.”
“And you said you wouldn’t knot me, liar.”
Johnny sighs, before walking over to your bed. When you don’t turn to look at him, he stomps out of the door with a quick promise that he would be back, and you couldn’t keep him from seeing you. You wait until he gets further away, and turn to where Johnny had been standing. He left you one of his shirts. You hate the pull to it you feel. Hate that the amber and rose of Johnny’s scent was beckoning you to it. It wouldn’t hurt to cling to it, and cry.
You resist, but your eyes linger on it. It was late, you were exhausted, and still an emptiness could be felt through your entire body. A self loathing of why you were so stupid. You were used up, and now not even August would want you. Nick would know. You were convinced that he could smell Johnny’s true scent all over you.
Your core was tender, and you hated them. You were never meant for an Alpha anyways, ‘No daughter of mine will be with a Beta,’ you hear your dad’s voice ringing in your ear. Slamming your hand on Johnny’s shirt you wrap it around your face, and slam yourself into the pillow. The tears you had tried to hold inside now cascading down your pretty little face leaving their tracks all down your skin.
“Hey,” Steve says as he timidly peeks his head in the door. You don’t even hear him with the wailing that you’re doing. Johnny’s shirt making your nose raw with how much you rub it against your tender skin. “Ahem,” he clears his throat, and you look over to him, and that’s when he sees your red rimmed eyes. He rushes over to you, crawling in the bed, and you settle into him,
Steve takes a whiff of your scent, and you smell off. “Whose shirt is that?”
“Johnny’s.”
“Why are you crying?”
“He left me,” you sob, leaning more into his little frame. “H-h-he l-l-left me.”
“You know we’re not supposed to get attached to clients,” you pull him even closer to you, and he knows one of the reasons you’re off. “Nick allowed him in here when you’re in heat?” he wraps his skinny arms around you, and rocks your body with him. “What are we gonna do about you?”
“I want an Alpha.”
Steve sighs, shaking his head, “They have their own set of issues. Overly protective. Brooding. Always asking if you’ve drunk your water. Sending you random text messages. They’re prone to anger outbursts, or that could just be Bucky.”
“I want that, and now, I’ll never know, though. I was supposed to have one. That’s what I was designed to do. I trained for that moment, and…”
“What do you mean trained?” bashfully you look away from him. You weren’t supposed to talk about that. “What does that even mean, trained? You’re born as an Omega, it just comes naturally.”
“Really? All those others really act like they’re compliant. Not even you follow the rules, Steven. You test those Betas. I have done everything right.”
“They’re not Alphas.”
“Omegas listen. They are to be seen, not heard. They follow orders. They make nests for their pups. And…”
“It’s about time you talk,” you shake your head no, and Steve presses his forehead against yours. “No one else has to know. Were you ever in love?”
“Once.”
“August?”
“Frank.”
“Franklin,” you giggle as you peek around the tree. “Franklin Adler,” seeing the boy next door come around the tree line, you hide yourself back behind the tree, but when he jumps in front of you, you start to run in the other direction.
“Maple!” Frank shouts at you as he chases you through the woods, “That’s not fair, I had you!”
“You’ll just have to try harder,” you giggle, but he catches up to you, tackling the both of you to the ground. “Frankie!”
“I’m ten now, just Frank.”
“I’ll call you what I please.”
“I’m older than you, I make the rules,” you stick your tongue out at him, and end up laughing when you try to wiggle out of his embrace, but he just tickles you. “You give up?”
“Never! You’ll never take me alive!”
“Maple Leaf!” Frank immediately stops, and stands up quickly, pulling you up with him when your mother comes around the corner. “There you are. I should have known you would be with Franklin. It’s dinner time, and your mother is looking for you as well.”
“Is daddy home?” you ask, getting scared to think that your traditionalist father is already there, and with the dirty hands, and skinned up knees, he wouldn’t like it.
“He’s not. I suggest you scurry on home, and get cleaned up before he arrives.”
“Franklin,” your father opens the door to see a thirteen-year-old Frank standing at your front door. “What can I do for you?”
“Can Maple come out and catch fireflies? It’s the first day of summer.”
“With you being a future Alpha, do you promise to take care of her?” Frank nods his head, and your father opens the door wider for Frank to run up the stairs to your room. Bursting through your door, and you give him the biggest smile.
“You ready?” He was getting taller, and that childlike friendship was turning into your biggest crush. “I promise to protect you, so as your Alpha, behave.”
“You’re so stupid. You haven’t presented, and neither have I. What if I’m the Alpha.”
“Impossible. You don’t have the qualifications. You’re too sweet,” he shrugs his shoulder into you, causing you to get the biggest smile on your face, “You’re getting that glow around you.”
“Stop and let’s catch your fireflies,” before you start to walk out of your room, he grabs your wrist, “What are you doing?”
“No matter what we present as, you’re always going to be my Maple Leaf aren’t you?”
“You’re getting sappy, Frankie.”
“I’m being serious. I don’t think I could live without you in my life.”
“I’ll always be your Maple Leaf.”
“Frank,” you pout up at him. “We can’t keep lying to him.”
“When you get old enough, he won’t care,” his fingers rub on your wrists, before he pulls you in close to him. His nose rubs over your mating gland, and even he wonders if a Beta could ever be what you really needed. He had his doubts, and you deserved the world. “Maybe, we’ve been lying to ourselves.”
“No, I’m your Maple Leaf.”
“I’m a Beta. You’re an Omega, and your father is getting suspicious,” you cling to him tighter, and he starts rocking the two of you back and forth. He stubbly face nuzzling up against your head, “I can’t lie forever. My mom is the only reason this has carried on for so long.”
“I can’t lose you.”
“A Beta?” Your father storms into your room, pulling you away from Frank. “Is that why you never had your introduction into society? A fucking Beta!”
“Do not talk that way in front of her!” Your father backhands Frank, but he still stands tall, leaving you screaming for your father to stop.
“No daughter of mine will be with a Beta,” he drags your body down the stairs, and throws you into the car. “You’re going away.”
“Daddy no! I love him.”
“Useless. He’ll never be able to take care of you. You’re going to a finishing school. They’ll teach you how to be a proper Omega. Will help find you the perfect Alpha, who will love and honor you. I’m doing this for you.”
You stare up at the old house as you travel up the twisted road. The House of Walker was only supposed to be a story they told Omegas to scare them into submission. But the darkened house was right in front of you. Right out of a horror movie. The manor was huge, dark, and foreboding. Spread out on a large bit of land, and out in the middle of nowhere. You were warned, once you went in, you never came out, and you worried that your father was making a mistake.
“When you learn how to act as a proper Omega, maybe you can come home. If not, I’ll let Mistress Walker find you a suitable mate.”
“Daddy, no. I love Frank.”
“Suitable. Had the Adler boy presented as an Alpha, as his mother promised he would, he would have been suitable. Came from a good family. Has money, you two would have made a fine pair. As it were, he’ll never do. It’s best for you to put him in your past. You need a strong Alpha with lots of influence, and you will learn to mind. Your mother was here. The quicker you learn to comply. The quicker you get out,” your eyes roll up to meet your father, and you’re back to looking at the haunted house. Even the woman in black that waits for you at the entrance was terrifying.
Your father stops the car, and pushes you towards the door, “Go on. Mistress Walker needs to assess you.”
Gulping you get out, and stand still, eyes casted down to the ground, and you miss her sinister smile. She walks around your body, pinching bits and pieces of your body, before lifting your chin up. Opening both of your eyes wider, before opening your mouth to view your teeth. “She is quite small.”
“She’s a true Omega. Easy to turn into the perfect one.”
“Pfft, there’s no such thing. They’re all sniveling little brats, who just want to be told what to do,” she clearly wasn’t Omega. “Fine, send her tuition, and all is fair. Omega, up the stairs and then to the left. Let’s see how well she follows basic rules, without a command. You speak nothing of where your daughter is. And should she prove to be the asset you claim, I’ll find her the perfect husband.”
“And Mistress Walker,” you father begins as he walks to his car. Staring at the cold woman, never giving the door you walked in a second glance. He didn’t care anymore, appearances matter. And the daughter of a former president would have an Alpha. “Any means necessary. I want a true Omega daughter, no matter the method.”
“August,” Mistress Walker glares at her grandson. “I thought I warned you about stepping foot in my manor with a bunch of sniveling, whining Omegas.”
“Hmm,” he straightens his tie in the mirror, and readjusts his watch. “Grandmama, you worry too much. Maybe they need to understand what a real Alpha is like, and just what they could have, if they learned to comply,” she raises her brow at him, before returning to the cameras. Her eyes steadily on you, while you sit in a submissive pose, facing towards the door. It is true, you made historic progress. You had become the perfect Omega.
“I always have to look ahead. While I might have secured the election, there eventually will be another. I almost lost. Walker’s do not lose. My campaign manager said an unmated Alpha looks bad to the public. Why is it that I have this manor right at my finger tips, and I can’t claim my own Omega. I need her beautiful, obedient, compliant, pure as the white rose, and I need her worthy of my hand. Just think about your grandson as a senator for life. I’m doing my duty as an Alpha, now do yours, and present to me your best Omegas.”
She wiggles her finger over to him, and he walks around her desk. His eyes zero on you immediately. The other Omegas were playing around, giggly ,and flippant. You were submitting without a command. Waiting on whoever came to gather you.
“I had to take some extreme approaches to get her that way. Her father said whatever. She’s also a virgin,” August’s face turns up into a smile. “I tested her myself. She’d look pretty on your arm. But, should you have your little whores around, she will react, she wants to be the only one. She would become a fine mother to your pups. And her pretty neck would look better with your mark. She’d wear it with honor like a fine piece of jewelry.”
August watches you closer, you weren’t even fidgeting. Back straight, hands in your lap, and gaze hung low. You were perfect. “I don’t even have to Alpha command her anymore. She’s conditioned to take whatever you give her. Her father would be proud to have a Walker in his family.”
“Should I want whores, I will have them. Especially since she will wait to take my knot until our wedding night. What a fine publicity tour we could have. The Public will love her. And still I will wait,” his eyes look over you hungrily, and he licks at his canines. Your tender neck looked ripe enough to bite now.
“Why’s that?”
“Once a dog has a taste of raw meat, they’re never the same.”
“Omega,” you finally look up at the handsome man. He wasn’t Frank, but you could do worse. Barely even sniffing, and the room bursts in his scent, making you dizzy, wanting to keel over, but you sit still. “Stand.”
Doing as you’re told you stand, with the clearing of his throat, you walk closer. His thick fingers rub over your wrists, and leaning forward his nose nuzzles up against your mating gland, and you start to see double. Eyes burst wide with lust, and you feel faint. It was too much at one time. “Suppressants aren’t even clouding your scent. It’s beautiful, Omega. I’ve come to take you away from this place.”
“You’re saving me?”
“Of course I am. I mean to make you my mate. We’ve got to get you some more fashionable clothes. You’ll become a senator’s wife. Perfect and obedient, right?”
“Yes, Alpha. Whatever it is that you want.”
“There’s a good, Omega,” he chuckles when you stumble towards him at the praise, becoming drunk off his scent. “This is the first day of the rest of your life.”
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Photo #2 makes me think of the omega from the Baker AU taking a selfie to ask Steve if it looked okay for her courting date. And then she accidentally sends it to one of the alphas, if not the entire group chat.
You wait, and then you wait again. When he doesn’t immediately answer your text with a picture of the dress you wanted to wear for your first courting date with Ari & Curtis, you feel confused.
Confusion is quickly replaced with mortification.
It hits you when you realize that your text was sent not to Steve solely, but the group chat with your alphas that also contained yourselves. The group chat that now was being flooded with comments, messages back and forth as your alphas swooned over the red velour dress that you chose.
You scrambled from the bed and skittered to the living room, eyes wide and your mouth open to tell Steve about your blunder. The two of you were equally dealing with a blunder that left you both feeling exhilarated by the messages being flooded to you.
“I sent the text to the group chat, and now the alphas are saying really intense yet nice things and-” you inhaled and exhaled, pacing back and forth in front of Steve.
“-I sent a picture of myself with dirty hands and cheeks from working with charcoal and I thought I sent it to you but…” Steve blushed heavily, nervously puckering his lips and digging his nails into his hand.
“But…?” You crept closer to him, looking over the phone to see the picture sent to Bucky, solely to Bucky, and Bucky’s replies being fuelled by eroticism.
“Looks like dirty boy needs a sponge bath—shut up! He did not—!” You came to sit by Steve, exchanging your phone with his to read each others messages.
“Bucky is a bit of a playboy, he’s so dirty.” Steve grinned, small, and bit down on his bottom lip. “Ari & Curtis are on their way to pick you up.”
“Bucky wants you to draw him like a French girl.” You giggled and rolled your eyes, enjoying the little chaos Bucky added.
“Hal thinks you look beautiful.” Steve slipped your phone back into your lap, and then drew his fingers across your shoulder. “You do look beautiful, baby.”
“Thank you, Stevie.” You leaned into each other, you kissing his cheek as he slipped an arm around your waist. “You’re gonna be okay here? By yourself?”
“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, blushing again, “Hal & Buck said they might come over…later…”
“Good,” you kissed his cheek again, and then stood, “I guess I better meet them downstairs.”
“Have fun, be safe, and use the pepper spray I put in your purse if you have to.”
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yeah yeah maybe i am ovulating, maybe i am disgusting
but one thing i know for sure is that
i am a 6' busty babe and
i would love for this man to fold me like his laundry
because like, everybody would think i call the shots because of how polite and soft he is overall and the size difference, of course plus me being a seasoned brat
only for me to act smart or big and he only gives me a look and i pathetically whimper and curl into his side, muttering apologies and pressing soft kisses along his humble shoulder
even better if i am wearing heels <3
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Flufftober day4: "Cinderella moment"
Pairing: Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x gn! Reader
Summary: When working on fixing a boat on a hot day, Steve can't help but compare himself to Bucky again. Luckily, Y/N is there to remind him what really matters.
Word count: 555
Warnings: self-estime issues, self-worth, other than that, none, pure fluff
Author's note: finally up to date! WOO!
Author's feelings: wasn't too sure about it at first (at think you can tell by reading it) but I'm really glad with the end and the way it turned out!
Y/N, Steve and Bucky had been friends since childhood, there wasn’t a moment when one wasn’t with the other. Even when they would fight (which was rare) it wouldn’t last long. They were best friends and will always be, no matter what happens. Bucky knew of Steve’s feelings for Y/N and would often tease him about it, although never in front of them. Bucky felt something changed in the group dynamic when they were around 19 but he was fine with it, he could manage Steve constantly gushing over Y/N when in private. He would much rather deal with a head over heels Steve that with a crying, heartbroken Steve.
“-Are you sure you guys don’t want to take a break?” Y/N asked from their sitting spot on the dock.
“-Yes, we will be over soon.” Bucky yelled from the other side of the boat.
Both he and Steve got hired by a nice old man from the dock who asked for help to fix his boat. The boys and Y/N agreed, but it was very hot today and Y/N opted to take a break and drink a nice chill glass of water while the men continued to work but with now their shirt off. Sometimes, a few young ladies and gentlemen walking by would stop to admire and talk with Bucky but it wasn’t who Y/N got their eyes on.
“-Oi, stop mashing! Poor Stevie is doing all the work!” Y/N called for Bucky. “Although I’m not complaining for I have a very good view…” they said having, indeed, a nice view of Steve’s frail back and butt. “He looks like he could use some help.”
Nobody could see it but Steve blushed like crazy from the comment. What Y/N saw however was the nasty look one of the men sent their way after assessing Steve. Their only response to that was to glare harder and appear meaner to scare the guy and to show Steve was well protected.
“-Then why don’t you help him?” Bucky asked, not really annoyed by the interruption.
“-I’m not strong enough.”
“-Y/N, I don’t need help.” Steve intervened.
“-Stevie, not to offense you, but you look like you are going to pass out. Take a break.” their voice was immediately softer when addressing to him.
Steve sighed but complied, putting the tools down and walking toward the dock, starting to feel dizzy. Y/N patted the empty spot next to them for him to sit and he did. He grabbed a coke that the old man gave them from the cooler next to him, trying to cool down. The two watched the scenery. It wasn’t the prettiest by all means but in this instant, they were the only existing on this dock. The sun was soon going to set and the distant chatting of Bucky and other passers-by were a nice change in pace compared to the buzzing of the city.
“-Do you think I could be like him one day?” Steve asked and Y/N didn’t have to look at him to know he was referring to Bucky.
“-Why should you be like him when you are already so much more?” They asked back. When he didn’t respond and only looked down, blushing, Y/N put their head on his bony shoulder. “Besides, I’ve always preferred smaller men.”
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