#skinny!steve

[pararave]

one lucky guy from Brooklyn

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[estelior]

Ballet!AU that no one asked for, but here we are :D

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[jamneuromain]

Oh hello my dear friend 🥰🥰

Ok, so... For the bingo... Can I have the request?

About the party, it's doesn't matter if it's big no not, fancy or you know, just for friends and family.

But yeah I wish for best friend reader and pre-serum Steve Rogers lol (40s isnot nessasary)

So you live in the same block or just neighbors, and he doesn't like the whole loud pary, so he said he want to leave. Of course you want to go home since you feel bored too.

But when you walk several meters from the party, you suddenly aware that you forget your jacket!! So you just tell Steve that you have to back to the party and that he can go home first.

But, when you rush into the party, take your jacket and said goodbye again to your friends. You found that Steve walk back to the front doors of the party place and waiting for you.

Have a nice day 😊😊💕😊

Hi nana😌❤️❤️ I absolutely love this idea. I might have changed it a bit into Reader looking for Steve to leave, but I think this works with the plot hehehe

Hope you'll enjoy it😘

Spiked Punch

Steve Rogers x You

Warning: Party, cursing

Summary: After two punch and being bored to death at a college party, you decide to find Steve and head home.

A/N: My seventh entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty. The idiot-part came from an inspiration from @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates <3

You've never been a party gal.

You hate it when it's hot and smothering in a small space.

You absolutely loathe it when there are loud music and drunken ... people involved. Seeing the drunken frat boys and sorority girls tangled up all together, kissing but looking as if they are about to suck each other's face off... just, eww.

College parties are definitely not for you.

Bucky, on the other hand, is a different human being. Bucky is enjoying the best time of his life, joining the fraternity with a bunch of stupid Greek letters on a T-shirt, partying all night and drinking till he can't tell which room is his own bedroom. That's his jam.

The last time you saw him at this party, roughly fifteen minutes ago, he was holding two sorority girls on his laps, making out with both of them, and to you, this looks like the start of a threesome. So you slipped from one room to another, trying to find Steve.

You came here with Steve. Being (almost) lifelong friend of both Steve and Bucky, you met them when you were four years old.

You don't remember any of that, but your mother told you one of the kids in this neighborhood shoved you to the curb into the traffic. And if it weren't Steve and Bucky who bravely - they are also four, by the way, ran in front of a freight car while the other pulled you to the sidewalk. You would not be still alive at this moment.

Kitchen - living room - hallway - accidentally walking into the library but the frat boys in there are burning book pages to smoke pot - one turn, then another, and you are back where you started, the kitchen.

Christ.

Only two punches and now you're unable to tell if you have entered the door to the left, or if it's the "library" you just passed. You really should have listened to Steve, who heard from his roommate that college parties always have their punch spiked.

Speaking of Steve, you really wished you could be by his side for this party but your friends dragged you away as soon as you showed up, talking about a giant slide at the back of the frat house, connecting the roof to the ground.

It's a miracle that the frat brothers still have their head and their spine intact.

This reminds you that Steve could be at the back of the house - hopefully he wouldn't be catching some sorority's eyes and got pinned to a wall and making out. Not that you wouldn't want him to get a girlfriend. No. You wish the best for him.

Absolutely the best. Which means those dumb girls with only "ten tips of making you lose more weight" in their head are no good for him.

You walk around the house to reach the backyard, where Steve sits on a bench all by himself, the phone in his hand, pending on a messaging interface.

"Hey, ready to go?" You sit down, swinging an arm around his shoulders.

Okay, so maybe you are a little dizzy due to the weird fruit punch. And your arm is a bit too tight around Steve's skinny shoulders. So tight that he leans towards you, nearly banging his head on your shoulders.

He quickly swipes the messaging app away and tucks the phone in his pocket, patting his hand on your back, hesitant and soft, "Yeah, I've been ... I'm thinking the same. Got a lecture tomorrow at 8:30."

You hum in agreement, quickly letting go of his shoulder and raising a big smile, "C'mon."

"And Buck?" Steve shrugs on his large jacket when he gets up from the bench, "should we tell him we're going?"

"Pfft." You tug on the corner of his sleeve, urging him to go, "He's a big boy. He'll be fine."

The image of Bucky tongue-kissing two girls at the same time makes you shiver. Even if you adore Bucky - you adore Bucky and Steve both, it's cringe, watching your friend making out with someone else.

And you rather not know about Bucky's (what he claimed to be - healthy) relationships, although you enjoy gossips as everybody else.

You are on your way back to your dorms. You love it that the three of you don't live far away from one another. A drop by, a visit is so simple when Steve basically lives the building right next to your place, and the frat house Bucky's living is a 10-minute walk away.

Escaping the crowd, you and Steve walk back to your places. Dim, orange streetlamps barely covers the sidewalk as you and Steve head home. Where you and Steve embrace this little peace and quiet that's hard to come by.

"So... uh... I've been texting you just now." Steve starts, awkwardly, clenching his phone in his pocket.

"Texting?" You almost forget about your phone, but surely it's in your back pocket - "Oh shit." You murmur, when your hand reminds you that your back pocket is empty, "Oh shit, my phone!" Your eyes widen in panic, while Steve takes a few more seconds to understand your trouble.

"Did you lost it? Did you bring it there? Did you-"

He looks more anxious than you are.

"I did. I checked my emails before I went inside. I put it..." your voice trails away as you try to remember, "Fuck, I think it's in my jacket. I left it in the cloak room because the house is too warm."

It is five meters away from his place, and you sigh, "Shit. Guess I have to go back and get my jacket. Look, just get inside. I'll text you when I get my phone back, okay?"

"But-"

You didn't wait for his reply before you start to run to the frat house. You hope it isn't too late for your jacket and your phone. You heard there might be pick-pocketing in some of the parties.

After what feels like forever - which is five minutes, you are relieved to find your jacket, your keys, your phone, and everything in your pocket is still intact, right where you left them in the cloak room.

You briefly say goodbye to Bucky on your way out when he's yelling for either Cherry or Cheryl at the door, though his brain is completely toasted by alcohol, and fails to match your face with his memory. You doubt he will even remember this encounter in the morning.

"Idiot." You mutter under your breath, after Bucky shoves past you, now sing-songing that girl's name, clearly way too drunk to remember anything more than the syllable "Cher".

See, that's why you hate people drinking.

As you shrug on your jacket for the chilly night, and pulls out your phone to check your messages again, you almost stumble upon someone standing right in front of you.

"Steve?" Your raise your head from your phone. You have yet to read his messages, finger hovering above the messaging app, but you are too surprised to open them anyways, "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to go back to your dorm?"

It's sweet for him to wanting to accompany you back here, and walk you home again. It really is. And you are glad to see him, even if it means you have to carry an EpiPen and an inhaler all day for him, just in case his ran out.

Steve looks pale. He is pale since he's a kid. His body can't carry enough iron so he has to take supplements to prevent him from worse affects of anemia. He purses his lips into a line, staring at you for a moment, looking sad, "It's Bucky, isn't it?"

"What's about Bucky?" Shoving the phone away, you eye him suspiciously, "Did you eat the mushrooms those sorority girls offer you and start to have visions?"

He gestures to your phone, "It's Bucky. And you don't want to..."

He didn't finish his sentence. Looking at you as if there's something way bigger than this strange conversation he is starting.

"Never mind." He murmurs, kicking a small pebble under his shoes into the grass.

"No?" You elbow his arm, "You're being weird. Spill."

"It's just..." Steve looks frustrated, "you haven't looked right since you saw him kissing. And I can't offer you any ... anything because ... And you saw my message, but don't want to answer directly without..."

"What on earth are you talking about?" You furrow your brows into a knot, "What does Bucky has to do with... whatever you're talking about? With me? And what's the message? And why are you acting strange?"

"You like Bucky!" He blurts out.

You are completely awe-struck. "WHAT?"

"You got upset when he kissed those girls! And then you came to find me asking to go home. And now you want to tell him that you love him -"

"Hold on for a second -" You growl.

"But he's drunk! I know you hate others getting drunk and you still said your goodbyes! Calling him an idiot behind his back just now because he's yelling for those dumb blondes instead of-"

Your blood has just gone cold.

He can't possibly think that you are into that sweet dumb brunet? Bucky has never been the center of your attention. And you only came to this party because Bucky said he invited -

"You're being ridiculous." You huff, barely containing your anger and disappointment as you choose to head home instead of listening to his nonsense.

"I know it's wrong of me to just send you a text and tell you how I feel about you-"

This definitely put a halt to your steps.

"-and I like you and you know Buck. You know who he is and I don't want you getting hurt-" Steve says miserably, almost at a last resort, salvaging what he clearly has ruined. A perfect friendship.

Sure, he likes you. What's not to be liked? Your humor? Your sass? Even you getting mad is cute for him. He couldn't help but say how much he likes you via words, because he's too nervous to say so in person. He should've kept it to himself, even if this means that he would be heart broken watching you smiling and laughing and treat ing him as a friend.

You turn around and take a few steps to him, making him gulp nervously, but still saying out loud, "He's a heart-breaker. We know that. You know that. I love you and I-"

Before you shut his mouth with a kiss.

And bite his plump lower lip.

"Ouch!" He covers his lips with his hand, feeling the swell where you bit him.

"You are a big fucking idiot, Steven Grant Rogers." You retort. The spiked fruit punch encourages you to swing your arms around his neck, as his body remains frozen, "There, happy? Calling you an idiot right to your face?"

"What-"

"Or do you need me to kiss you again to realize that I, in fact, love you back?"

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[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 2

Summary:  Things are about to get more interesting.  Steve makes you a promise, but does Johnny as well?

Pairings:  Steve Rogers X Reader, Nick Fowler X Reader, Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, ABO dynamics, slapping,  biting/marking, scenting, manipulation, kidnapping, Omega trafficking, unprotected sex, knotting, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Nick has never let any designation have so much power over him, and somehow, you, an Omega have it all. He found himself watching you on the cameras more, found the random excuse to visit you, and even retrieved a few of your clothes from the wash, just to have that sweet smell of you surrounding him always. Nick wasn’t like this. He was chosen to be in this close proximity because he could handle the needs of Omegas without pushing past their boundaries, not anymore.  You had changed that, and he hated it, and didn’t understand it.

Even now as he stares at a more troublesome Omega in your room. He was causing problems to this operation. He growls when he sees your image reach towards Steve’s marks. It had cost too much money to remove those bonds. Male Omegas were rare, and the Royal Pony wanted something special. He was that thing. Regardless of the problems he posed.

You were beginning to get curious about the normal life of an Omega. But the other ones were not a fan of yours. They could feel the adoration coming from Nick. They could smell your need to please him. And you never had the amount of clients they did.  You were unique, and he couldn’t let just any Beta have you.

What they didn’t understand was you were special. Had never been mated or taken a knot. You in fact were the rare one.

He lifts his highball glass to his lips, the ice clinking, and he lets the harsh bitterness of the dark liquor try to take his mind off things. Peggy walks into the office staring at him. Sweat lining his brow, and she wants to laugh, he’d brought this on himself. She decided not to stop the other Omegas from messing with your suppressants.

“Sir?”

“What?” Nick slams his fist down on the desk, spinning around to glare at her. “What do you want now, Omega?”

“I was told to tell you that Johnny Storm has called for another meeting.”

With every breath Nick takes, a growl exits his throat, and Peggy can’t help but to giggle at his predicament. Johnny had never wanted a second meeting with any of the other Omegas, and he had gone through all of them.  “Also, turn on the news.”

“Make sure Steve isn’t romanticizing his marks! She’s too curious.”

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with you scenting her every chance you get. Sucking on her mating gland,” his hand connects to her face, and she grabs ahold of it, yelping in pain.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth about that. Do not test me Omega. That was strike three. Go clean the fucking toilets and make yourself useful.”

“His mates are making an announcement later. Make sure you tune in,” Peggy spits up at him before following his Alpha command.

You giggle at Steve, shaking your head no. But with a grab of both your hands he places them on his marks, “Massage them, they hurt.”

“Do you still feel them?”

“I think so,” his mouth barely turns into a smile, and you pity him. You craved for a mate, but this seems so much more cruel. It was inhumane to rip Steve away from them. “I can still smell them. He was mint and leather, and she was woody, only a small bit of lavender. They were perfect. They’ll find me. And I’m bringing you with me.”

Dropping your hands in his lap, your face turns down, “I don’t want to leave Nick. He’s mine, I can feel it,” the mere mention of Nick’s name making your mating gland pulse, and Steve reaches up, tickling the area with his thumb.

“He won’t claim you.”

“He will,” your voice goes a bit louder, but one look into Steve’s eyes, and you can’t stay mad. He gives you a sheepish grin, running his thumb over your blemish free neck all but the faded hickey, and your eyes cast to the bed. “He will.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I’ve seen his eyes, and…”

“Steven, that will be all for today,” Nick tells the small man, as he walks into your room. Mad again. His anger has you needing to hold him. Steve gives you a pitiful smile before he walks towards the door, getting stopped by Nick, who holds his arm roughly.

“If you don’t quit with this talk, I’ll give you five clients in one day. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

You don’t rush over to Nick like you normally do, making him stare at you confused. “Omega?”

“You shouldn’t be so mean to him. Steve is precious. Take it back,” you had never spoken out of turn. Someone was getting to you, and he wasn’t sure who.

Nick starts backing you up to the bed, and you smell a spike in his scent, clouding your judgment, and your designation taking over and you tilt your head, reaching to pull down your panties. “Nick,” you whimper.

His eyes dark pools of lust when he guides you to the bed. Laying you down, while he hovers over you. “Nick, it’s right there.”

Your hand palms him over his jeans, shuttering at actually touching him.

“My god, you smell so good,” his voice raspy as his nose rubs over your throbbing mating gland. Biting back the urge to not claim you. “Dammit.”

“Nick, please,” you push your thighs further apart, and he glances down. Your thighs glistening with slick, and you still had those stupid cotton panties on. With a quick movement of his hand he has them ripped off, and he spreads your thighs further. Staring at your exposed core. “Alpha?”

Oh he wished you hadn’t said that. Wished you weren’t beaming up at him. Your hand roams through your folds, and you give him a sweet smile, “Alpha, it could be yours,” your head still tilted, and run your hand over your gland. “Everyday.”

“Omega, you’re teasing me,” you give him a little pout, but it doesn’t stop your haggard breathing. Your gland showing how fast your heart was beating, “But you are a pretty little thing. Such a sweet and almost pure Omega.”

Purring at his praise, he moves back down to hover over your body. So close and still not where you want him. Bringing your hand to caress his mating gland, he tilts his head to the side for better access. He had never given you much of him. Never had given you the ability to kiss along his neck.

His scent was becoming stronger, deeper. You roll your eyes in the back of your head when your teeth make contact with his skin, and he pushes you back down to the bed.

“I have to go,” Nick shouts, crawling off your bed. He stomps down the hallway, grabbing a key off his desk, he’ll be going to the basement for a few days.

“Peggy, have Marshall oversee the business. I need a few days. Storm has no reason to visit.”

“He’s doubled his price.”

“Dammit,” he grunts. Wiping the sweat off his brow. He had to get out of here. “One hour.”

“He paid for two.”

“She,” he doesn’t want to tell her. Definitely doesn’t want Johnny to know. “Give her a few days. She’s in heat.”

“And you’re in rut. How poetic.”

“I’ll slap you everyday, until you learn your place!” he slaps at her face again, seething that she dares to bring this up.

“It’s her scent. You’re pushing your boundaries. Johnny is a Beta, this should be a fun exercise for her.”

“I said no!”

“And Peggy makes sense,” Nick nods his head at Marshall, while he looks into your bedroom. “She’s only started,” he smells you all over Nick, and it gives him enough pause not to go to the basement. “Johnny Storm paid double the asking price. He’ll get that, and with one very needy Omega. You’re dismissed. Peggy, once Storm leaves. Bring our sweet Fireball some of Nick’s clothes. He’s the one that started this mess. And don’t try and deny that you aren’t scenting her every fucking day. What did you think would happen? Get out of my sight,” flicking his hand towards him he gives a nod to Peggy.

“Leave her be for now, something tells me Storm will like her needy and dripping wet.  A Beta with a huge Alpha complex.  This should be interesting.  Have one of the Betas take some waters to Nick’s cage for the next few days.  He’ll get thirsty.”

You clutch at your stomach, rolling yourself up into a ball. Thinking about how this happened. The suppressants have always worked. Nick made sure you took them daily. And now it was just blinding pain.

“Holy shit,” Johnny walks over to your bed, clicking his tongue. He places a hand over your forehead, and wants to scream at the Pony for letting him even enter this room.

“It hurts.”

“I know it does,” he coos. Your body naturally tries to shuffle closer to him, and he wants to bring himself out of his designation for the moment, but you need him. You were hurting, running a fever, and you needed release. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make it stop,” you whine at him. Reaching out a hand to him. He looks at the appendage, before looking at you. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”

“Shit shit shit. No, this…no. I haven’t even got time to play with you, and now I’m walking into you in full blown heat? No, you’re supposed to be on suppressants. I thought you smelled extra sweet that first time. Where are they?”

“Nick gives them to me, he keeps them in the office. Please, Johnny, it hurts!”

“Don’t use that voice on me. I’m weak. I can’t…holy shit,” groaning when you spread your legs for him. You were drenched. “I’d be doing you a favor.”

“Uh huh. There’s covers,” you try and pull open a drawer, but Johnny starts walking closer to you.

“You forget, I’m a real Alpha. I don’t need to fake my knot,” you stare up at him owlishly, but when he gets close enough, you’re pulling at his hips. “That fucking collar on your neck. What would they do if you had an Alpha claim on you? Think they’d have the bond removed?”

“Johnny?”

“That’s Alpha. Now, I’m going to do what Nick couldn’t. I’m going to take care of you,” his deep voice traveling right to your core, and you pull him into you.

Johnny snarls at the smell of Nick all over you. Tugging at his pants to get away from the stench if only for a second. Your sweet little cries, making his cock twitch. He was doing you a favor. You needed this relief. When he yanks off his shirt, your hands smooth over his hard chest, and he falters a moment. This wasn’t the magical moment he had envisioned, but you were trembling. A deep ache running all through your body, and he had to help you.

“Alpha,” you whisper so sweetly, just before he crashes into your wet heat. Your eyes turning completely black. His hips pushing him into you almost too gently. Arching your back, he rips off your dress. Sighing at the mild form of his strength, he has to look directly into your eyes. That gland deeply pulsing, visible even with the collar. Beating with an even deeper need. A need to be claimed and owned.

“You really are the perfect Omega, huh?” biting your lip you nod up at him, and he loses some self control. His pace changes to pounding into you. Bringing himself closer to that collar, he nuzzles over the leather. “Fucking Nick, this would be so much better without him. Has he touched you?”

“No, sir.”

“Of course he hasn’t. He just wants to make you weak and compliant for his own selfish needs. You want it?” feeling your walls flutter around him, he knows you’re so close, right at the edge of the best euphoria of your life.  Getting a high off just thinking about having his knot.  Your body was made to take whatever he decided to give you.  Molding perfectly to his cock, and he knows the best is yet to come. And the way you were gripping tight to his back, hugging his length immaculately, he’s close too. “Do you want it, Omega?”

“Yes! Please!” splitting you in half when he drives into you with such force, deep into your womb. His knot expanding, and you sob out his name, your nails digging into his back, making him hiss out in a pleasured pain. “Johnny.”

“Shh, enjoy this. You look so pretty with tears in your eyes. No one can ever take this away from me,” kissing around your hairline, he blows a cool bit of air in your sweaty and sticky skin. “It’s okay, to rest now.”

Nick turns on the tv in the basement, and he couldn’t miss them if he tried. Another fucking press conference. “Fucking hell! Marshall is going to ruin us all. He had to have that skinny little bitch.”

Bucky grabs Natasha’s hands as they walk up to the podium, sick and out of their minds from losing their mate. Bucky, a highly skilled detective, and Natasha, a brutal lawyer were not ones to be messed with, and they were putting all their effort into finding Steve.

“There have been rumors of Omegas being kidnapped and taken into brothels. Omegas are not pets. They are to be cherished, and ours was. He’s now been missing for six months, the number of missing Omegas is growing, and we have to be vigilant in capturing the ones doing this. If you have any information about our Omega, or any of the missing ones, you can call the hotline. Detective Barnes and myself may be in search for what is ours, but in the process we’re searching for other’s mates as well. Just bring him and the other scared Omegas home. We have teamed up with another who lost their unclaimed Omega. Taken the night before their wedding. He has helped us in our efforts, so please welcome...”

Growling Nick throws the tv to a wall. They were screwed, and if he found you, there would be hell to pay. Kidnapping you was on Nick. But you came willingly. You didn’t want to stay with him. Nick saved you.  He takes a deep calming breath, he was going to have to do something he said he wouldn’t. Nick was trying to save you.

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[justalonelyslytherin]

Happy Father's Day - Skinny!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Skinny!Steve Rogers x female Reader

Warnings: fluff, talk of pregnancy & a baby, talk of steve's health problems and illnesses, talk of potentially passing down said health problems

Wordcount: 507

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A/N: Some of you might remember this pairing. When I saw this prompt I thought that there wasn't a better opportunity than to see what our Steve and his Doll from 'Affection' were doing. This is part of a 4 series and is a request from the amazing @nana1000night for my 200 Follower Celebration. The divider is from the talented @firefly-graphics

Steve opened the door, his key clanking and his feet dragging against the floor. He perked up hearing the quiet humming coming from the inside of the apartment. Closing the door as quietly as he could, he snaked further into the home. He stopped in the doorframe between the entrance and the living room. Standing there he was overcome with love and affection, watching the back of his wife. She was quietly humming a tune, softly swaying from side to side as she stood in front of the small window. Steve tried to put his things away quietly, he didn’t want to disturb her. The view in front of him was so nice, he could have watched her forever. In fact, he wanted to watch her a little longer. 

But she was too observant, hearing him and turning her head. The smile as she saw him was blinding and made his heartbeat rapidly increase. Never stopping her soft humming she turned around towards him. The breath was knocked out of him as he took in the sight before him. She was so beautiful. Her hair was down in soft waves and she was wearing a flowy maternity dress, which poorly concealed the rest of her bump as it was still slowly going back. 

In her arms, she held a swaddled babe. The infant was mere days old and already the apple of its parent’s eyes. Steve couldn’t believe his luck, couldn’t believe they truly had been blessed with such a wonder. The memory was fresh in his mind, the doctors telling him he might never be able to have children. Them warning him to best not even try for if he could have children they surely would be riddled with his health problems. He wouldn’t want to pass that down.

Yet here they were with a perfectly healthy little one. He had been so scared when they found out his Doll was expecting. Scared for her but also for the babe to have any of his sicknesses. He would have never been able to forgive himself had he condemned his child like that.

He watched as she placed the baby in the little bassinet they had in there. She kept looking down at their sleeping infant as he crossed the room and took his place behind her. Snaking his arms around her from the back, he softly rested his hands along her middle. She leaned back against him the smallest bit, so they could both watch the peaceful slumbering child, with the dust of long lashes on chubby, rosy cheeks.

“Happy Father’s Day,” she turned her head, softly nuzzling her nose against his neck. “I don’t have a present for you,” her tone was regretful. When he looked at her, she was chewing her lips. Steve grunted and shook his head. “You already gave me the best present of all. It’s everything I could have asked for.” He told her, looking back down at the small form. “Thank you,” he told her, resting his head against hers. 

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[ronearoundblindly]

I am ignoring your BAIT TITLE and asking about Item 106 (or was it 107? crap. I literally have to chant shit in my head to remember them from ONE SECOND TO THE NEXT).

A work-in-progress snippet from this ask.

Item 107 is an almost Beauty and the Beast AU about skinny!Steve Rogers, a demigod who feeds off dedicated energy to his artwork, who finds his bride through a luring painting. However, it took so long for you to see this work of art that Steve's become bitter, rude, and so isolated in life. He doesn't know if you can ever truly love him now.

So, here's a wee speech reader finally hits Steve with:

“There’s something magical about returning to your ideals. You were hurt. You experienced terrible things. You saw men do terrible things, and after all that, to return to hope? Steve, you can’t be bullied into giving up on the beauty in the world. Your painting didn’t fade away. You couldn’t see the color anymore, sure, as most people who lose faith after trauma do, but it was never blank. You never actually gave up hope. It’s difficult to hang on to but impossible to kill. “The world makes you feel selfish wanting good for yourself, but when you want good at all, you are willing more into existence, more for you, more for everyone, more to share. Period. That’s not selfish. That’s heroic.”

Yeah, I...I choked myself up. I think I should pay myself for that as therapy. I...I wrote the thing I needed to hear, and it hurt.

Thank you for asking!

#ro answers #item 107 #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers au #steve rogers x reader #skinny!steve

[leydhawk]

My very first attempt drawing skinny Steve

#my drawings #chris evans #smol steve #skinny Steve #skinny!steve #steve rogers

[grimeysociety]

🎃 Kinktober 2022 - Day 7: More

(Darcy/Skinny!Steve, 814 words, un-beta'd) Read below or on ao3

“Am I okay?” Darcy said, brows hiking. “Yeah. I’m not the one whose eye’s gonna swell shut tonight.”

She pressed the dampened washcloth to the corner of his mouth and he hissed, slamming his eyes shut.

“I’m fine,” he said a beat later, blinking up at her.

He was sprawled on the couch, hair sticking up, Darcy’s eyes still assessing the full extent of the damage. His lip was split, he had a shiner on his left eye, and he had a couple more cuts on his cheekbones. He’d been in another fight, in another alleyway.

“I’ve seen you better,” she retorted, unable to stop herself. “What happened this time?”

“Saw this guy pinch a gal so I said something,” Steve said.

“Oh, Steve…”

She could be mad, but she knew he’d done what was right. She knew he didn’t get himself into these situations simply to be beaten up. He could do that at Goldie’s Gym anytime. This was different.

She carefully dabbed at the marks on his face, cleaning the dried blood as best she could. She pulled back, dunking the cloth in the bowl by the couch. She felt his hand reach for hers and thread their fingers together.

“You okay?”

“Am I okay?” Darcy said, brows hiking. “Yeah. I’m not the one whose eye’s gonna swell shut tonight.”

He gave a little smirk, which didn’t help the situation. It only made her want to kiss him, which she did instead of overthinking it. It was a little awkward, trying to get an angle that didn’t mean Steve’s lip was pressed too hard. He held her face, pulling her to lie on top of him, her hair curtaining them.

“Darcy…”

The way he sighed her name made her tease the seam of his lips with her tongue before he opened his mouth to hers, their heads tilting as they both moaned. Darcy’s hands reached down between them, meeting his belt buckle. She undone it as Steve stared up at her, lips parted, chest heaving.

“Let me take care of you…”

His eyes fluttered shut as she reached inside his pants, past the waistband of his underwear to wrap her hand around his cock. He stood at full attention, hot and hard velvet in her palm as he groaned. He reached up, kissing her as she began to stroke fast, his gasps in her mouth as their tongues tangled.

“Darcy…”

His cheeks had gone pink and she thought of his lungs, how working him up too much could mean he hyperventilated. She paused, only to hear him whine low in his throat, his cock twitching, and she set off again, his lips on her neck now as she pumped him.

He mouthed at her neckline, then further down, over the fabric of her dress to seek the peak of her nipple. Darcy rolled her hips, then felt his other hand under her skirts, gliding up her thigh to settle at her core.

They rubbed each other, moaning into each other’s mouths as the pleasure mounted, the world reducing to the apartment, to the couch…

Darcy came first, lurching forward with a cry, pushing Steve’s face into her chest, holding him there as she rode his hand. Her fingers bit into the back of his head and he moaned, his body trembling.

“I’m-I’m gonna—”

Dazedly, Darcy broke away, shimmying down his body to take his cock in her mouth, swallowing him down. He exploded at the back of her throat, warmth flooding her as she bobbed her head. He shuddered, his hands grabbing either side of her face, her lips stretched around him as she kept going, until every drop was gone. He jerked, his hips still moving, for several seconds before she pulled off of him with a wet pop.

She panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He was still hard, her eyes meeting his.

“Can you do more?”

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Yeah, I think so.”

She climbed on top of him, Steve’s whole neck and face flushed as she made her descent, his pupils blown as she closed in on him.

“Easy,” she whispered, and he whimpered, slipping inside her with ease.

Riding Steve Rogers was one of the greatest ideas Darcy had ever had, when she first had it long ago. Ever since, nothing could compare. He couldn’t hide his pleasure as she bucked, her cunt sucking him in as she threw her head back. She bounced, clenched, moaned…

His hands on her thighs went up to where their bodies met, his thumb grazing her hard clit. She was wet with sweat and arousal, everything tightening once he circled her bud as fast as she stroked him.

She moaned his name like a mantra, edging closer, everything building…

“Steve, Steve, Steve…”

Her second climax slammed into her, her hips grinding in Steve’s lap. She blinked at him blearily, sweat on them both, his battered skin glowing for her as he smiled.

#darcy lewis #darcy lewis x steve rogers #skinny!steve #kinktober2022

[stripesofbrooklyn]

“You looking at me funny? I’ll knock your socks off.”

#skinny!steve

[monofthedead]

And then this happened. 😁

#Steve Rogers #Skinny!Steve

[im-a-satanic-ritual]

I was just on Ao3 and I seen the tag;

Steve Rogers has small dog syndrome

And I have never seen anything more true in my life. That was an epiphany I didn't know I needed.

#Ao3 #Ao3 tags #Steve Rogers #Marvel #Avengers #mcu #skinny!steve

[estelior]

And finally the second art from my shrinkyclinks poll

actually, I’ve colored it a long ago, but forgot to post :D

#stucky #stevebucky #shrinkyclinks #my art #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #skinny!steve #otp: till the end of the line #steve x bucky #wintershield

[dungeonpuppykai]

| 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! 

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #skinny steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fandom #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers smut #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans characters #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans character x reader

[georgiapeach30513]

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

Previous

Series Masterlist

*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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Hello Ally! Happy Dragon Boat Festival!!

Congrats for 100 followers and open the celebration !!l I'm so proud of you 😌😌💖💖

My request is:

Skinny Steve and best friend!reader

the prompt：Person B isn't a very affectionate person, while Person A cherishes every moment they get with Person B. One day while Person A is cooking breakfast, Person B comes up and surprises Person A with a hug from behind. (Bonus + Person A buries their head into the back of Person A's shirt.)

you can decide the two roles for who is who, I don't mind and I'm so excited about your drabble or anything ！！

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Thank you so much dear <3

I loved this request very much! Skinny!steve is an adorable bean and the prompt was *chefs kiss* When I read this I knew I had to make this into an 40s!au, it just fit so well.

I don't want to talk too much or spoil anything. So to find out who got which role you have to read ;) I hope you enjoy it. PS: This became wayyy longer than I had anticipated. I wanted to make short things for these requests, as a practice. Well, practice failed xD

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: none

Divider by @firefly-graphics

What took so long? She had knocked, yet they took forever to respond. Looking around the narrow and dim hallway, she willed them to open the door again. It wasn’t that she felt uncomfortable standing here, but she knew their neighbors were always watching and listening and she didn’t like that one bit.

Finally, the door opened, to reveal the brown-haired young man of the duo she called her best friends.

“Why are you alone?” Was the first thing Bucky said and it made her roll her eyes. What class he had. Instead of answering Y/N pushed him to the side - which in reality Bucky stepped aside to let her in - to enter the apartment.

“That’s all you can say when you see your best friend? Not a ‘hello Y/N, how are you today? How was work?’ Or a ‘lovely do you look tonight, is that dress new?’”, she teased him. Bucky huffed at that and closed the door behind her. Instead of giving her a proper greeting, he came near her, feigning to tousle her hair or playfully rough her up some other way. It made both of them snicker.

“Hey punk, look who’s here!”, he then shouted further into the small apartment. It was more the size of a shoebox than anything. But it was their own, they liked to emphasize and at least they had a roof over their head.

Shuffling came from the only other door that led into the only other room besides this, which was everything from kitchen to living and dining room and entrance. Shortly after the shuffling Steve poked his head out of the doorframe. It made her smile.

“Hello Steve!” Leaving Bucky behind she walked over to the smaller blonde. Her smile - from being happy to see him - quickly melted into a frown as she noticed his clothes.

“Why do you look like that?” she asked him. He wasn’t wearing his going out clothes, which he should have considering they had agreed to go out dancing. All four of them. Bucky, Steve, her roommate, and Y/N. 

“Ouch Y/N/N. Don’t wound the poor man, he can’t do anything for being so ugly.” Scowling she turned back and hit Bucky in the chest. So hard that he ‘oofed’ and rubbed the spot on his chest afterward.

“That’s not what I meant!”, she bickered back at him before she turned to Steve again. “That’s not what I meant.” Her voice was much softer as she repeated her words, barely above a whisper.

“Why aren’t you ready?” she asked him and pointed at his outfit. He didn’t look anywhere near ready to go out. Bucky huffed behind her and she could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes at Steve.

“The punk doesn’t want to go.” 

“Why?” Y/N frowned. 

“I’m not in the mood,” Steve muttered and looked down at his feet. He did that whenever he didn’t want to talk about something. 

“You said you would go. You promised. Please,” she asked him, no begged. “Don’t leave me alone. Don’t let me go alone with Dot and Bucky, they’ll ditch me the second they get the chance to.”

“Wait, so Dot is coming?” Bucky chimed in again, his head appearing in the corner of her eye. Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved Bucky in the shoulder.

“Yes, she will meet us at the dance hall in a bit.”, she said. “But that’s not the point!” And with that, she shooed him away so she could solely focus on Steve and why he didn’t want to go. 

Now she asked him quieter and much more serious, “Is everything alright? Are you feeling off? Ill? Or is there something else going on?” 

He didn’t work with her, just looked at her blankly. Well, actually he mostly tried to avoid her gaze. Then he shrugged again, 

“I’m not feeling it tonight. Not in the mood to go dancing is all.” 

Not that he would ever tell her, ever admit, that he couldn’t stand to watch her dance with other men. That he hated to see her be taken from him, asked to dance with - something he couldn’t do with her as they could. He knew just one day - sooner than he would like or could bear - she would be stolen right under his nose by another man.

“C’mon, you can’t leave me alone with these two. Please,” she begged again, smiling at him in that way she knew he couldn’t say no to her. Today however he was a tough nut to crack, only scoffing at it and looking back at his feet. 

He was like that sometimes with her, but she never took it seriously, she could never be mad at him for it. Steve was a very closed-off and silent person. He didn’t trust easily and thus he didn’t open himself often. Bucky and she were pretty much the only people Steve felt comfortable enough to be his true self. But even with them, he had his exceptions.

“We don’t have to go long. Only a song or two.”

He still seemed hesitant, now looking back at her but without saying anything. She knew he was contemplating, thinking deeply. This could go either way, Steve was stubborn, and if he had made his mind up if he truly didn’t want to…

“Fine.”, she agreed with a heavy sigh and a nod. 

“Thank you!” Beaming she leaned in towards him and kissed his cheek. In her joy, she didn’t even notice how red he turned from it. But Bucky did and he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at Steve over her shoulder.

The streets were busy with young people looking to enjoy their evening and workers from and to their way to work. Quiet was something that couldn’t be found in New York. You were never alone, there was always someone listening or seeing what you were doing. With so many people living in close quarters it couldn’t be quiet.

But it wasn't all the other people that were loud right now as the trio was on their way to the dance hall. It was Bucky and Y/N’s incessant bickering. They were best friends too, just like Steve was with them. It was all just friendly banter, constant, however.

“Do not make me homeless Barnes!” The woman in their middle complained to the tallest of the group. Bucky had a bright grin on his lips, his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his trousers. He was a handsome fella, a lady's man and he knew that. His careless behavior however agitated Y/N at that moment. It didn’t sit right with her that his latest conquest was no other than her roommate.

“I'm serious! If you break her heart - and you will at one point Bucky, I know you well enough - I’ll be in a real awkward position. I may even need to look for another home then.” It was true. Her roommate had the apartment rented originally and Y/N had found it by luck just when she had been looking for a roommate. If Bucky screwed up she feared her roommate would kick her to the curb.

“You can always crash at our place until you find something or just come stay with us, doll. Am I right Steve?” 

“What would your mother say? She would get a heart attack!”, she argued and shook her head.

“Screw that, what would my mother say? I’m a respectable young woman with a good reputation to uphold. I can’t live together with two young men when neither is my husband.” She sounded like her mother reciting it. It was her words after all. Now Y/N herself didn’t see it that strictly, but the beliefs her mother had drilled into her still found some space. She didn’t want to have their neighbors talk. Hell, these people probably already talked enough about the three of them and how inappropriate it was for her to visit them alone and so often too.

Before their banter could continue they were almost at the dance hall already and in front of it stood Y/N’s roommate, waving and calling for them.

Going to the dance hall went like it always did. They would enter as one big group and scope out a table for them where they could sit and drink and rest in between dancing. 

Said table would be Steve’s spot for the entire evening. He never really wavered from them, even if both Bucky and Y/N tried to every time.

Bucky had long given up trying to get Steve paired up with a girl to dance, Steve had stopped trying after the first or second time. They never wanted to dance with him. 

Bucky was the one that was gone the quickest. He always found a girl in no time. Now with Y/N’s roommate, they were gone even faster. Almost immediately after they had found a table at the corner Bucky had been dragged towards the dancefloor.

Y/N was the switch. She alternated between spending time with Steve sitting at the table and indulging the dancefloor herself. That was if someone asked her to dance. Some days there would be a huge flock of young men asking her, they would almost form a line, on other days it was just one or two, and sometimes there were none. 

She didn’t like the huge attention and normally only danced to one or two songs. She wasn’t here for the dancing part. Steve never believed her if she told him that, always insisting to take her chance and dance with another guy. Why couldn’t he see she just wanted to spend time with *him.*

She did like to dance and for the most part, the young men asking her were nice. Only one or two had tried to cop a feel but Bucky had come to her rescue then. But what she wanted more than to dance with some random guy, was to dance with Steve. She had tried to talk him into it but he never agreed. So the next best thing for her was to sit with him at the table they chose and listen to the music and chat.

Tonight was one of those nights where they were just doing this. The conversation however was tedious and felt forced. Steve answered shortly, most of his answers were clipped and one word only. He seemed too deep in thought. 

With time she got fed up and bored. They were now mostly sitting in silence. That’s when she saw her roommate across the room, waving her over. Confused, she looked around, but it had to be her she meant.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” she told Steve and got up. Almost there the other girl pulled her to herself almost making her stumble.

“I need a favor. A big one.” Her tone was giddy yet somehow apologetic. It gave Y/N a bad feeling. She had an idea what this could be about. “I need the apartment for me tonight.” Oh no.

“Don’t do this to me, Dot,” Y/N whined.

“Please!” Dot whined back, doing her best rendition of her sad face to persuade. “Bucky said you could stay over at their place tonight.”

“Dot!”, she protested. 

“Please, please, please. I owe you if you do that. Can you?”

How could she say no? If she did, Dot would never forgive her and she didn’t want them to go bother Steve and kick him out. So she agreed, albeit reluctantly and rather bummed out.

Where was she supposed to go now? Where was she supposed to sleep? 

Back at the table, she slumped down in her seat beside Steve. He immediately noticed something was wrong. So she told him, whining about the precarious situation.

“Stay the night,” he blurted out, startling her. Surprised she looked at him, her mouth slightly opened.

“I mean-” he went on to correct himself, clearing his throat, “Buck was right. You can stay at our place for the night. I’ll take the couch and you sleep in our bed.”

“No, Steve. I can’t do that.” She shook her head.

“But you can.” He was serious. His expression alone showed that.

“I insist, doll.”

His usage of a nickname made her swallow. Butterflies blossomed in the pit of her stomach. How could she keep disagreeing with him if he insisted and called her that?

“I’m not going to take no for an answer, Sweetheart.” There. He was doing it again! “You said so yourself earlier. You are a young, respectable woman. I can’t let you be homeless for the night. It’s not safe.”

“Alright,” she agreed, still reluctant. “But only under the condition that we share the bed. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch, it’s so uncomfortable and bad for your back.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to try to resist and argue with her. He was already opening his mouth to protest when she cut him off.

“It’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep on a bed together.” In truth, most of these incidents had happened before they hit puberty. But it had happened once or twice as teenagers and young adults too.

The apartment building was somewhat quiet when they entered. Quieter than in the day but again, it was never truly quiet. They could hear the clanks of bottles and pans as some people cooked, several dogs barking outside, and the occasional crying baby.

The hallways were dark, you had to look closely to not trip over empty milk bottles left on doorsteps and old newspapers and the other odd stuff people set in the hallways.

It felt like they were doing something naughty, something forbidden and in a strange way, this feeling made Y/N giddy. Steve shushed her giggling as he led her through the hallway. They were sneaking their way up to his apartment through the staircase and halls, carefully to avoid being seen by any nosy, prejudiced, and gossipy neighbors.

Only once inside the flat, they both broke out in snickers and giggles, the humor and absurdity of their doing catching up to them. Like two naughty Teenagers.

Steve placed his keys onto the small table they had before he removed his coat and looked back at her. She knew the apartment almost as well as she knew her own. It still felt too early to go to bed. She still had too much energy.

“Let’s dance,” she blurted out, surprising both of them. It had been a spur-of-the-moment idea but after she thought about it again she added softer, “Dance with me.”

It was a silly request. He didn’t dance. She knew that. Even if they were in the dance hall, he didn’t. But there was a small hope he would say yes. Because it was her that had asked. Steve wasn’t a very affectionate person. He rarely truly smiled, most of the time it was a small, barely-there thing or it was sarcastic. That he had much of. He was a walking sass machine, yet the words and actions from deep in his heart were seldomly seen.

Feeling stupid for asking, really she knew better than to ask him, she wanted to take it back. That’s when Steve beat her to words, surprising her entirely.

“I think there is a record,” he mumbled and started to look around for the small collection of discs they had. The record player was second-hand. Bucky’s parents had gifted it to them together with the records when they moved in. 

It surprised Y/N. So he wanted to dance? The scratching of the needle sounded before the first tones of the record started playing. By the time the first song was already well into playing Steve turned around, nervously drying his clammy hands on his pants. 

He looked around the room and shoved the table to the side before he turned back to her. Now he stood in the middle of the room, holding his hand out to her. Y/N could only look at him dumbly, the surprise still written across her face. Was she dreaming right now?

“C’mon.” Steve looked unsure of himself but still held his hand out to her. This snapped her out of it. Putting her purse on the ground and shrugging her thin coat off, she hurried over to him.

Her breath caught in her throat as their hands connected. His hand was much bigger than hers and somewhat more callused but still very soft. There were the small ridges from his constant use of pencils and paintbrushes, yet his grip was delicate.

Both of them slowly shuffled into a dancing position. At first, they had some trouble adjusting and trying out some of the proper poses but it felt too stiff. It was only when the first tones of the next song, a very soft and slow melody, started to play that they looked at each other and threw everything overboard.

Still, somewhat hesitant Y/N took a step closer to him, the fingers of their connected hands weaving between each other and their free hands finding rest on the opposite body. Entangled in an intimate embrace both of them started to sway to the soft music slowly.

“Thank you,” she whispered at some point. She could feel Steve tensing up slightly.

“What for?” he asked her.

“For dancing with me. I know I always say I don’t like to dance that much but once in a while it is nice.”

Steve was silent at her words, it almost felt as if she had said something wrong. 

“Surely you have had better dance partners,” he muttered eventually. 

“No,” Softly she hummed and shook her head at the words.

The simple word made him pull back just so much that he could look at her with one raised eyebrow. 

“I like it. I’d even say you are the best dance partner I’ve danced with.” 

Now that made Steve scoff. She was almost sure he would stop the dancing now, pull away and pout at her. But he didn’t, she however could feel his fingers tightening their grip at her waist, flexing.

“Do you want to know why?”, she now asked him and he shrugged his shoulders, wanting to but at the same time not.

“Because it is you,” she told him. “The other men I have danced with objectively may have been better dancers but they weren’t you.” 

She bit her lip, her heart hammering against her chest as she awaited a response. Anything really. Instead of saying something, Steve pulled her a little closer, essentially bringing her to place her chin on his shoulder as they continued to sway to the soft music.

While their dancing was peaceful, her mind wasn’t. The moment continued to play in her mind, making her question his reaction and her words. They continued their silent dancing to a couple more songs. So long until the record ran out and the monotonous scraping of the needle returned. Steve cleared his throat and let his hands slowly sink to his sides. Instantly Y/N missed his touch.

“We should probably go to bed.”

She didn’t want to, but her lips were locked. Instead, she nodded faintly, turning around to grab her purse and her coat while Steve turned the record player off.

When Steve woke up the next morning he was alone. The bed beside him was empty. Wiping the rest of sleep from his eyes, the gaunt man slowly sat up. The thin blanket that they had used to keep them warm in the night slipped down his body and pooled in his lap. Through the flimsy windows, the sound of the streets and the traffic filtered into the room, together with the early light of the day. 

An unpleasant and heavy feeling had sunk down in his stomach as Steve had thought Y/N might have gone already.  Only when he glimpsed her shoes at the of the bed, right beside his own, he had felt relief. The thought of her just going, without saying goodbye; sneaking away like a lover for only one night, as someone unimportant had upset him. He knew he wasn’t the best at showing his feelings, but she surely had to know how much she meant to him.

Contemplating he kept watching the two pairs of shoes, almost the same size. His were old and barely holding together, the newspaper he had shoved into them to make them fit better was peeking out from the top. He had put them neatly beside each other, the shoes aligned with the frame of the bed, the same way he neatly stored his drawing materials. Hers looked much better, not like they would fall apart any moment. They weren’t as neatly placed as his, Steve noticed. Y/N had a little way of chaos, she liked to do things out of order and with a twist. He found it endearing and cute.

He liked the look of their shoes beside each other. As if hers belonged right here, as if it were their place, putting them there each night and taking them again every new morning. He could get used to it.

Clattering coming from the other room made him alert and curious. Pushing back the blanket he left the bed to go investigate.

The smell of fresh breakfast and the sizzling of the pan spread through the living area as Y/N stood in the small kitchen. She had woken up some time ago. Steve had still slept deeply and soundly, yet she hadn’t found back to it. After a while, she had even gotten fed up with lying there and holding still. So, quietly and carefully she had climbed out of the bed without disturbing her best friend and tiptoed out of the room.

Indulging in some people watching through the window that faced the main street had occupied here only so long. The idea to make breakfast came to her when her stomach faintly rumbled. 

Now she stood in front of the stove, whipping up some breakfast for the two of them with the little groceries the boys had in their place. Y/N hadn’t noticed the time tick by or Steve’s awakening in the other room, she had been too occupied with the food. And soft humming the melody of the song they had danced to the previous evening.

The memory made her stomach and heart flutter. Being close to Steve had never bothered her, but it also never had caused such a reaction in her. She enjoyed being in close proximity with him because it made her feel safe and welcome. He accepted her chaotic and clumsy self when others looked down on her for it, just as she didn’t care about his frail body and many health problems. 

She cherished every small moment they had together, every time he let her get close. It was rare for him to get touchy or particularly affectionate, so when it happened it was something special for her. Maybe also because these moments made her heart flutter and butterflies hatch in her stomach.

“Oh!” A surprised gasp left her mouth as two arms suddenly snaked around her middle. Their grip was soft as fingers grasped the fabric of her dress in the front. Her heart pounded in her chest, both from the surprise and the sudden closeness. Putting away the wooden spoon she was holding, she placed her hands on the countertop. The coolness under her palms helped her center herself again. She had to close her eyes for a moment.

“Steve?”, she asks softly, almost questioningly.

The man behind her didn’t say anything, yet she could feel his grip on her dress tighten briefly before his fingers smoothed the fabric at her stomach again. A slow hum left his lips. She could feel him closely behind her. 

“What are you doing?”, she attempted again, this time with a question. She could hear him sigh.

“Just holding you, doll,” he muttered. Her mind was spinning. This was so unlike him, so different from what was the norm. Had he gotten sick? Was he feverish? Delirious? She remembered him acting differently yesterday evening too. First his reluctance to not go out, then to dance with her. Had he maybe been sick and hid it from them?

“Steve, are you feeling alright?” She wanted to reach out behind her and feel his temperature but the slightest movement of her body made him tense and press himself against her back. Her breath hitched in her throat.

She could feel him clearly on her back, chest pressed against her back, hips touching her behind. Then she felt his nose gracing the middle of her back, in between her shoulder blades before it was replaced with his forehead. His breath was warm against her back.

“I’m alright,” he answered her. He sounded content, pleased almost as if there was no care in the world at this moment. “Entirely alright.”

He didn’t feel feverish, she figured. Surely she would have felt it through the thin sheet of dress on her back if he was burning up. Deciding to stop questioning this, she tried to indulge at the moment, take it in completely before it ended. She closed her eyes again, relaxing and leaning back the slightest bit to feel him even closer to her.

Her hands that had previously been placed on the countertops lifted and she gave them new places to rest. Softly she laid her hands on top of his arms, her fingers tracing his small circles into the fabric of his shirt and the small bits of skin that were uncovered. With one hand she even let her fingers wander and reach under the sleeve, her fingers brushing over the inside of his wrist where she could feel his pulse.

They left out a relaxed sigh at the same time. A smile tugged at her lips. She could feel him smile too, as he had started to nose against her shoulder. Even without saying it, they knew. Knew about each other's feelings for the other even without the need for a confession.

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Lone time no see my friend💕💕💕

Wish everything doing well. Love ya 🫶🫶🫶

Just share some thought for you.

What if the skinny Stevie is a weakening god? What if he could use the painting to collect soul? And he use the one to find his bride. A beautiful woman stands in the center of flower field, you can't see her face but when you look at this painting, you have a strong feeling

You have to buy this one.

And after days, you found there's a new man standes beside the woman, and he looks like Steve, what kind of god you think he would be?

ooooo, I'm getting strong Beauty and the Beast vibes from this.

SO what if Steve actually painted the work meant to draw in his bride hundreds of years ago, and while he waited--and waited and waited--he became more bitter and tortured and stopped painting beautiful things. He didn't care anymore...

...to the point of being the only artist willing to look upon Red Skull's real face and paint him in the 1940s ::big squee:: tossing in that history lol...

...until finally, you see the painting and are properly drawn in as his bride. You have to find the true Steve beneath all that anger and loneliness while he slowly remembers why he wanted love in the first place.

oh this. is. happening.

I've still got several days of hell week left, but I wanted to thank you in advance because I LOVE where this could go!

#ro answers #fic ideas #too many wips #toss it on the pile #shuffle them around like a deck of cards #and them immediately go play an entirely different game #yeah that's how i roll #no but seriously #i love this and will do this #steve rogers x reader #skinny!steve