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dungeonpuppykai · 24 days

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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!

"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.

I didn't mention the hydra plot twist up there because well, surprise!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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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?

#skinny steve rogers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wasted #the club #au #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #winter soldier

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captainjimothycarter · 6 months

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Sweet, Sweet Mouth

Steve visits his wife while she’s working late and Peggy has an idea on how to pass the time, using Steve’s sweet, sweet mouth.

Bingos: Comfort Object - @cabottombingo Under-negotiated Kink - @thebo3bingo B5: Trans Partner - @steverogersbingo Relationship: Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Warnings: Trans Woman Peggy Carter, Blow Jobs

Darling, I am so very sorry but it looks like I won’t be home in time for date night. I’m not even sure when I’ll be home. There was another emergency that needed my immediate attention. - PC

Come to my office and we can do a date night here. Plus, I could do with the company. - PC -- “Mrs. Carter, your husband is here to see you.”

Thanking Stark’s AI, Peggy pushed herself back from the desk and smiled at her darling husband, becoming him close with a crook of her fingers.

“How are you, Pegs?” Steve asked her, setting down the coffee he’d gotten her and immediately straddling her lap. “Is Stark driving you up the wall?”

“You know it,” she mused, pecking his lips and wrapping her arms around him. “He’s been attempting to micromanage from Japan, I had to finally end the call so I could focus on cleaning up his mess.”

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Trans Woman Peggy Carter #Skinny Steve Rogers #Really badly written smut as I promised #Kinktober

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jimothys-custom-funkos · 7 months

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“I don't like bullies; I don't care where they're from.”

Marvel's What If Inspired Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

#Steve Rogers #Pre Serum Steve Rogers #Skinny Steve Rogers #Steven Grant Rogers #MCU #Marvel #Marvel What If #What If #Custom Funko #forsale

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Paper Doll Masterlist

Summary: A patron at your family’s bar becomes an overly devoted regular. (Skinny Steve Rogers)

Status: In Progress

Part 1

Part 2

#steve rogers #skinny steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #dark fic #dark!fic #fic #series #mcu #marvel #captain america #au

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geeky-politics-46 · 1 year

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I have so many stories started right now I don't know what to finish first!!! Not just for our Strange boys too. There's a few with Bucky, a few with Bucky and Stephen, a couple with Steve, and one with Steve and Bucky.

Also why does pre-serum Steve get me kinda hot? Also good boy virgin-y post-serum Steve. It's the same reason I love Sinister the most isn't it? I know everyone usually goes for Nomad Steve, but I like them evil or very innocent apparently.

Lookit'! So cute! I wanna ride him until he breaks!

#doctor strange #stephen strange #steve rogers #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #pre serum steve #so many ideas #apparently my horniness knows no bounds #i just need Loki now #post serum steve #star spangled man with a plan #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #sinister strange #marvel smut #stucky #all the marvel smut #skinny steve rogers

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artistexe · 1 year

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Steve Rogers, 1942

#marvel fanart #captain america #captain America fanart #skinny Steve #skinny Steve rogers #preserum Steve rogers #marvel #fanart #my art #prewar Steve rogers #stucky #Steve rogers

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hamilpop · 10 months

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Steve Rogers & Peggy Carter X 2

"Skinny" Steve and Agent Carter from "Captain America: The First Avenger" as well as Incognito Capt. "Roscoe" Rogers and S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Carter from "Avengers: Endgame"

All four designs available now at my shop!

#funko #funko pop #funko pop custom #funkopop #hamilpop #custom funko pop #pop funko #etsy #etsyshop #etsyseller #captain America #captain America the first avenger #agent carter #peggy carter #Steve Rogers #skinny Steve Rogers #avengers endgame

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chasingmidnights · 2 years

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I know we all love post-serum Steve, but let's show pre-serum Steve some love too!

#marvel #the avengers #pinterest #chris evans #captain america #skinny steve rogers #pre serum steve #the first avenger

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Bondage + skinny steve😭🍼

Oh fuck yeah.

He'd be down for that. He'd be soooo down for that. Could you imagine it?

He's spread out on your shared bed, his slender body restrained by his own ties that he wears to church and to work. You were standing at the foot of the bed admiring how his unfairly thick cock flexed everytime you'd lick your bottom lip. He was panting and trying to get his breathing under control, your stare was predatory and, God, it made Steve want to burst.

"You look so handsome like this, Stevie," you purr and stalk towards the bed, crawling up the length of him until you're level with his cock. "Always look so handsome, but I think I like you like this the most."

"T-Thank you," he stammers out, unsure of what else to say. You smile at him and his manners, your hand trailing up the length of his thigh, noting how his skin erupts in goosebumps.

"O-Oh God," he whimpers when you cup his balls and roll them in your hand. He knew it was going to one of those nights, nights where you teased him mercilessly. "Oh fuck yes."

#skinny steve rogers #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x female reader #preserum!steve x female reader

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maxriderg · 1 year

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Folks, allow me to share this and welp, have a Happy 44th Birthday to the one and only, Josh Keaton himself because of well, not only Today is his 44th Birthday but also, it would be the perfect time to celebrate the return of one of the greatest Spider-Men of all time to the big screen too and well, here we go.

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dungeonpuppykai · 3 months

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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

#petition for steve rogers to destroy me in any size #brain rot uwu #school night always makes me act stupid #kai rambles #steve rogers imagine #dark steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers #skinny steve rogers #pre serum steve #steve rodgers x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Paper Doll 1

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: you ask me wtf I'm doing and idk either.

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 old bar in Brooklyn is akin to those taverns found on every corner in England. At least, your father always said so. His fond memories of home hung on the decades-old walls above the wobbly wooden tables and splintering chairs with their worn seats.

The glasses fog with the years of use, the few wine glasses left are neglected as there is no cabernet or sauvignon to be served. The tapped ales and lagers fill your coffers well enough and the imported bottles are hardly worth the overhead. Your brother insists it is no place for the wine-drinking folk anyhow.

Lionel seems so sure in everything he says but you know he's not as clever as he thinks. Business is different, it cannot depend on chance. Your father worked hard to keep the place above the surface, but in the hands of your brother, it's been set adrift amid the chaos of the borough.

That night sees a similarly squalid crowd, counting coins for another pint as you try not to tap your toe, clutching the round tray against your middle. The man's greasy black hair hangs in messy curls down his face as he gives a drunken lean. You warned your brother he shouldn't be served anymore but Lionel doesn't listen. Once again.

The man hands you the nickels and dimes and you return a smile. There's a scar across his cheek, your mind wanders with the possibilities. The war left many marks on the people, those you see and those you can't. You notice more and more as the fractured veterans shuffle in more and more often.

As you turn to fetch his lager, you feel a squeeze through your skirt. It's clumsy but painful and makes you wince. You give a squeak as you turn back to the man and swing your tray at his head. He leers with a crooked smirk as he dips out of the way, nearly toppling his chair.

"Gimme another and I'll give ya a nice tip," he slurs.

"Get out! Go!" You holler as you throw the coins at him, "before I fetch my brother."

"Your brother? What's that worm gonna do--"

The chair falls back beneath his teetering weight as a hand tips it off its feet. The oily drunkard rolls over his own head and sprawls on his stomach. Another man, one you didn't notice before, steps between you and the lecher.

"She said go, so go," his voice is deeper than his build would suggest. He's short, nearly as short as you, and slender. Your own hips are at least twice the width of his, likely more.

"What're you gonna do about it," the man sits up as his head wobbles on his neck, "she ain't want you neither, you cockroach."

"Get up and leave," the stranger warns again as he crosses his thin arms.

The man on the floor scoffs and climbs to his feet unsteadily, glaring down his adversary. The small man is unfazed by the foot between their heights.

"Don't make me say it a third time," he warns.

"What? Ya think ya tough, huh?"

"I don't like bullies," the stranger snarls and his hand balls to a fist, "so walk ou--"

He staggers back as a tipsy punch snaps across his jaw and sends his hat flying. It only catches him off balance for a moment before he leaps at the other man. You watch, awestruck by the confrontation, a murmur all around as others take notice.

The smaller man gets a jab in of his own as he throws his weight into him. His opponent is drunk enough for it to have affect. The tangle up in each other as they grapple, the skinny man's arm snaking around the other's neck as he forces him to bend at the waist.

"Oi!" Lionel's voice rises as the swinging doors of the kitchen send a guest through the room, "what's all this?"

He storms over and grabs the larger man, tearing him away from the smaller. They part roughly, both stumbling from the force of the intervention.

"Dammit, you know there's no fighting!" Lionel snarls at you.

"Li, please, I..."

"Both of ya, out," he barks.

"Wait, wait," you wave him away from the smaller man, huffing as he daps his bloody nose with his knuckles, "just him."

You point to the olive-skinned man with the droopy eyes.

"Eh?"

"He was..." you glance over at the stranger, "helping. That dolt groped me so I told him to go and he wouldn't."

"Hm," Lionel sneers but doesn't argue, "right, then, buddy, you get out of here."

He drags away the man by his scruff as you grip your tray and peek once more at the kind stranger. You can't help but be thankful. He's more out of his league than you are but took up immediately.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do all that," you say.

"Why wouldn't I? You're a lady, tryna do your job," he shakes his head as if clearing away cobwebs, "any good man would do the same."

You nod and scrunch your lips as you watch him. Blood trickles down over his lips as his right hand shakes, knuckles split from his ill-judged punch. You fidget as Lionel marches back behind the bar muttering.

"Can I... get you a beer?" You ask, "on the house."

His pale blue eyes meet yours. His skin is sallow, almost sickly, but he gives a bright smile.

"Sure, miss, thank you, but I don't mind paying," he bends to retrieve his hat from the floor.

"Please, I owe you," you say as he rights the chair and sits, placing his hat on the table before tidying his hair. He looks ridiculous as blood still trickles down unstemmed.

You leave him and go to the bar. Lionel shoots you a look as you set down your tray and fill a glass.

"Pip squeak over there's got a lot of nerve," he utters.

"He was sticking up for me, and where were you?" You hiss back.

"Working," he puffs, "don't. Not right now."

"Me?" You shake your head, "sure."

You go to grab a fresh cloth from the folded stack on the shelf and round the bar. You place the pint on the table and clutch the linen in your hand.

"Um, can I... clean you up a bit? You got..." You point to your nose.

"You don't mind?" He says.

"Not much business tonight," you peer around at the few locals slumped over their foamy cups, "I never had no one but Lionel fight for me and he's more likely to give me a talkin' to."

"Here," he stands as you go to grab the chair, pulling it out before you can, "please."

He's definitely a gentleman. You thank him and sit before he resumes his seat. He pulls close to you, paying little heed to the pint. You unfold the cloth as you hover at the edge of the chair.

"Tilt your head back," you instruct as you reach for his chin.

"Yes, miss," he obeys and you hold his sharp jaw as you wipe his nose clean, "so Lionel, that your husband?"

"Oh, oh, no," you chuckle, "brother. Pa left us this place."

"Ah," his lips twitches as his golden lashes flick, "reminds me of England."

"England?" You wonder as you press the cloth more firmly to his flowing nose, "you might wanna hold that there, you're bleeding pretty bad."

"Isn't the worst I've had," he puts his hand beneath yours as he takes the cloth and you slowly draw away, brushing his hand. He squeezes the linen around his nose and speaks nasally. "When I went for training we spent some time in England. There were a few bars there like this, same kinds of rats too. I swear, you run into the same types all over."

"You were in the war?" You wonder.

He frowns, "sure was. Why? I know I don't look like a typical soldier but I made it back."

"No, I don't mean that, it's just... I hate to assume either way," you cross one leg over the other, "you must've been a good soldier. You're so brave."

"Nothing brave about doing the right thing," he stops and turns his head as he snorts, "sorry, always happens when it bleeds."

"No I'm sorry, you shouldn't have done that for me."

"I'd do it again," he grins, lowering the cloth as the blood slows, "thanks for the pint."

He shifts and pulls out his wallet. He fumbles around his swollen knuckles as you watch him wiggle out a bill.

"I told you, it's on the house," you say as you stand, "speaking of, I should be back to work."

"It's a tip, not for the drink," he holds it out, "buy yourself something pretty."

"Really, I can't--"

He folds the bill and slips it into your apron pocket. You watch him, dumbfounded.

"You can," he sits back and pushes his reddened knuckles against the cool glass and sighs, "just one thing, can I get your name?"

"Oh," your brows rise as dig your toe into the hardwood, eking out your name.

"I'm Steve," he returns as he grips the pint and lifts it, sipping from it slowly before placing it back down, "maybe I'll see ya around."

"Maybe," you shrug as Lionel closes the register harshly, "I should go, work to do."

"Miss," he nods courteously, "don't work too hard."

#skinny steve #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #paper doll #mcu #marvel #au #captain america #skinny steve rogers

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captainjimothycarter · 2 years

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Playing Hooky

What does a 10-year-old son who doesn’t want to go to school + a father who doesn’t want to work equal? Why, playing hooky, of course!

Bingos: Picnic - @agentcarterbingo Modern AU - @mfbingo Cuddling - @avengersbingo Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes, Oliver "Ollie" Rogers Relationships: Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter

“Dad,” Oliver grumbled as he threw his backpack onto the couch and sat down at the breakfast nook. “I can’t learn today.”

Oliver loved school, he loved his friends. He was very active and was already talking about how excited he was to be turning eleven this summer, so he could sign up for baseball tryouts. Steve also knew that his son had, had a hard few weeks with end-of-the-year tests, and last-minute projects his teachers seemed to have forgotten about.

“Alright, I’ll bite,” he teased, spinning his son around on the stool to face him. “Why can’t you learn today?”

“Because it’s Friday,” Oliver said simply, as if it explained everything.

“I know, kiddo, but even though it’s Friday, I have to work, so you have to learn.” It was a lame excuse, Steve knew. His ma had used it on him countless times and he hated it.

He knew that look on Ollie’s face, the sparkle in his eye, and the way he leaned in closer to him. “But what if you didn’t have to work, dad? We could play - what’s that word? Skip, no.” His brow furrowed together as he tried to search for the word. “Hooky! Yeah, we can play hooky! Uncle Bucky told me about it!”

Drumming his fingers on his chin, Steve hummed in thought. Well, he did have a few PTO hours to use or he’d lose them in the next coming weeks. Far as he knew, his kid didn’t have anything important going on today.

“Alright,” Steve agreed, watching Oliver’s face light up in joy. “I think you’ve convinced me, Ollie. Go change clothes and I’ll get the picnic basket and the wagon. We’ll spend the day at the park.”

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