Title: Chapters We’ll Grow Old With.
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Anakin Skywalker.
Rating: SFW/No Archive Warnings Apply.
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Summary:
Anakin never let himself think beyond the job and beyond spending time with his twin toddlers. Never let himself entertain the thought of finding love again. Not until that was he took the twins to a children’s story time being hosted by a local book shop owned by the most gorgeous man he’d ever laid his eyes on.
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Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?
Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, grumpy Steve, scared reader, scenting, hand around throat (no choking/non-sexual)
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Silently walking the halls of the castle, you try not to make a sound. One of the elder maids is walking next to you, huffing as she has to accompany you once again.
You’re new to the castle and tend to get lost in the endless hallways. “You can’t always get lost,” she snarls. “I got better things to do than keeping an eye on you.”
“Please forgive me for my mishap,” your voice barely above a whisper you follow her lead. You don’t want to anger the elder maid. “It won’t happen again.”
“We are chambermaids and are proud to serve the king, and his adoptive brother. Do not damage our reputation. It’s worse enough the king became-“ she bites her tongue and shakes her head. “Never mind. Clean the rooms, and don’t waste time. Go in. Go out. Don’t get seen.”
“Yes,” you whisper guiltily. Last time you fell into an easy conversation with one of the guests at the guest wing. A young girl, all alone to visit her uncle. One of the lords. “It won’t happen again.”
“Of course, it won’t happen again. One more mistake, and you’ll end up washing the sheets. Life of a laundress is much harder, I can tell,” she jerks her head toward a dark corridor. “It’s your turn tonight. He wants his room clean, and for you to disappear. Do not look at him, and don’t talk.”
“Whose room is this?” you glance at the dark corridor. “And why are there no torches lit? It’s pitch-black.”
“You’ll just go to the room at the end of the corridor. The one with the king’s crest,” you shudder as the maid tells you it’s your turn to clean the king’s chamber.
“Am I going to become his chambermaid?” your throat suddenly feels too dry, and your legs are going to give in. “I never was at the king’s chamber before.”
“Silly girl. Mawd got sick. She was a little too friendly to one of the knights,” she narrows her eyes as you don’t want to hear about Mawd’s mishap. She’s one of the few maids being friendly to you. “Well, she won’t return anytime soon, that wench.”
You flinch at her harsh tone and the awful word she used. Mawd was nothing but sweet and kind to you.
“So, I’ll only clean his chamber tonight?”
“We clean the chambers in the morning when they are not around,” she tuts. “The king sent for Mawd to clean his room. He sometimes throws things around. I got no time, and the other maids are already asleep.”
She pushes you toward the dark corridor, hiding she’s too afraid to enter the king’s chamber, and that this is the reason for sending you into the lion’s den.
“Will it be dark inside the chamber too,” frightened, you look at the dark corridor again as she huffs behind you.
“Inside there will be no candles lit. You’ll have a fire in the fireplace, and you can use your candle. Don’t go inside one of the other rooms to the left or right of the room. These are forbidden.”
“I won’t,” you take a deep breath and slowly start walking toward the dark corridor. You shudder as it seems this part of the castle is colder than the rest. On wobbling legs, you walk toward the door with the king’s crest, swallowing thickly as you stand in front of the door.
“Stop staring at the door,” you can hear the maid but are too scared to answer her. You stare at the crest, feeling your heart speed up. You never got so close to the king’s chamber before and now you feel like you don’t belong here.
“I-“ with shaking fingers you reach for the door handle, holding your breath as you slowly open the door. It creaks loudly and you cringe, hoping the king is not in one of the other rooms.
You silently step inside the chamber and close the door behind you. The other maid was right, it’s pitch-black in here too. The fireplace provides the only light in the chamber.
“Who are you?” you shriek, startled as someone barks at you. You drop the candle to the floor, screaming as the only light you had gets robbed from you.
“You’re not the chambermaid cleaning my room.”
“I-“ while the man slowly gets up from his seat, you walk backward, stumbling over something on the ground. You end up on the floor, scrambling away as the man towers over your shaking form.
“WHO ARE YOU?” he growls at you. “You are not supposed to be here. What do you want? Steal my crown. Who sent you?”
“I-I shall clean your chamber, your highness…I mean my king. Mawd got sick,” you stammer. You can feel something cold poke your chest and you are sure, this is your end. “I was sent here, your highness…please.”
“Get up and leave. You talk too much,” he turns around to stumble toward the bed, grumbling under his breath. “OUT! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE!”
“Sorry…so sorry,” you scramble to your feet. “I can’t leave. You wanted Mawd to clean your room.”
“Do you want to die?” you feel the air shift as the king turns back around to storm toward you.
His hand is suddenly around your throat, and you get pushed against the wall. He breathes heavily and growls like a feral animal. Everyone was right. They told you the king is more like a feral animal than a man. He turned dark and now all that’s left of him is a beast, ready to rip you apart.
“Your maj-esty,” you whimper in fear. “I was told to come here. Mawd is sick. She cannot come here…please.”
You feel his breath fan over your neck, and you are sure he will just rip your throat out. Closing your eyes, you accept your fate. You pray to see your family again as the king buries his face in the crook of your neck.
“Go, and don’t come back or you’ll not leave this room ever again,” he snarls as he drops his hand from your throat. “I won’t tell you twice.”
“What about the chamber,” you croak, rubbing your sore throat. “D-o you want me to send someone else.”
“I didn’t send for anyone,” he breathes in your face. “No one is allowed to enter my chamber for the next days. Everyone knows that.”
You sidestep the king, carefully moving toward the door. “I’ll go, your majesty. I’m sorry.”
“You’re scared, huh?” he muses, watching you blindly grasp for the door handle. “Good. I don’t want you near my chamber ever again, omega.” He purrs the last word, or so you think.
Your heart is racing, and you can barely think straight as you finally find the door handle. “GO NOW!”
You almost ripped the door open to run along the dark corridor, crying and whimpering as you run straight into a solid chest.
“Careful, little one,” two strong hands keep you from falling to the ground. “What happened?”
“I must go,” you frantically look over your shoulder. “He doesn’t want me here…”
“The king, I see,” the man softly speaks. “He scared you, huh? You know that he’s not a beast, right? Steve is just…”
“Steve,” whispering the king’s name you wonder what the man wants to tell you as the king barks in your direction.
“Get out of my sight!”
“Steve,” the man says as you wiggle out of his hold to run away. “Can you not scare the little mouse to hell and back? She’s new here, just you know. Maybe she will be a good chambermaid.”
“I don’t want her,” Steve slams the door shut to return to his favorite place to hide from the world. The darkest corner of his bedroom. “She smelled too good…”
It’s been a bit since I last wrote WinterHawk and I guess I had all this fluff stored for them, waiting to come out. I hope you enjoy this story about two young boys in love ♥
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton
Tags: High School AU, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Injury, Cuddling, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Sharing Clothes & a Bed and lots of Kissing
Summary: When Bucky misses the state's final rugby match because of an injury, Clint visits him to keep his mind occupied on something other than not being able to get the school’s team to victory. However, they come up with other things to focus on as the evening finds ways for them to explore their feelings towards each other.
Wordcount: 5,244
Created for: @slashmultiverse’s June Pride Prompts event, Day 9 — Sports | @marvelrarepairbingo’s Summer Splash/Pride Month — Kissing (SFW card #3) | late @domaystic day 30 prompt — Feeling of doing nothing | @buckybarnesbingo K3 square — AU: College / High school | @avengersbingo — Snuggling | @thebo3bingo — Resolved romantic tension
Excerpt:
“I can’t help but think what would have happened if I hadn’t broken my arm,” Bucky said after a while of caressing each other with the show as background along with their matching breaths. “If I had played the match tonight, would we even have kissed?”
Clint took some time to reply, not wanting to jump quick to an answer. Drawing irregular shapes with his index on Bucky's chest, he confessed, “I don't know what would have happened.” He moved his face apart so he could look at Bucky. “I probably wouldn't have kissed you if … if you hadn't kissed me first.”
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Title: My Heart Belongs On The Seas.
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Anakin Skywalker.
Rating: SFW/No Archive Warnings Apply.
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Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C 3 - Free Space - Alpha!Steve Rogers
Pairing: Alpha(Mobster) Steve Rogers x ???!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, Steve being a rude asshole, injured reader, your boss is an asshole, remorse
Rating: Mature
Words: 1,9 k
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“Drink, now,” snapping his fingers, one of the guests' barks orders at the waitress. The poor girl flinches, and hurriedly walks away. You can’t blame her, though. Your boss didn’t tell you all the people at the party will be rude, self-centered, and well, complete douches. “You, come back.”
“Sir, can I help you?” you’re not a waitress, but try to help your colleague out. “What do you want? Bourbon, Whiskey, some manners?”
“What did you just say,” he slowly turns around, and the hairs on your neck stand as the tall alpha turns his attention toward you. “Repeat yourself, BETA!” He can’t scent you and immediately assumes you are only a beta.
“I asked you if you want a drink, Sir,” you try to not show you despise men like him. Rich. Spoiled. Aggressive. His suit is tailor-made, and his Tom Ford shoes cost more than half of your wardrobe, still, he lacks in manners. “Sir.”
“Where is the other girl? The cute and submissive one,” he chuckles as you make a face. Alphas are even worse than rich men. “What? Don’t you like to be a good girl too?”
“If you don’t want a drink, I’ll leave and take care of the food I made for the party. Choose now, Sir,” you’re slowly losing your patience here. Usually, you are a friendly and patient person, but this guy is getting on your nerves with his cocky smirk and the way he looks down at you.
“Nah, I don’t want you to serve me a drink. Send one of the cute girls over here,” you huff, but bite your tongue.
“I’ll look if anyone is free to serve you your drink,” turning to leave, you ignore the alpha huffs behind your back. “If not, over there is a bar. You can always get yourself a drink. You’re a grown man after all.”
He growls as you make your way back toward the buffet to check on the food. You smile to yourself as you just stood your ground against the tall and bulgy alpha.
“What a rude guy,” one of the waitresses complains. “Why is the boss never around if you need them. Three guys tried to feel me up, and another poured his drink over my shirt, yelling wet t-shirt contest.”
“Grown men acting like horny teens when in a pack,” you quip. “Go and get a new shirt from the trunk of my car. I’ll cover for you meanwhile. I always bring spare clothes with me. One of the shirts should be your size.”
She smiles softly as you hand her the keys to your car. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” she coos. “I’ll be right back, promised.”
“Take your time, I’ve got this,” taking her tray you flash her a smile. “It’s no problem at all.”
While your colleague moves to the back entrance, you start to make your round. You offer drinks to drunk guys, avoid getting groped, and put on your sweetest fake smile.
“Out of my way,” you yelp as someone runs you over. He pushes you out of his way, ignoring you ended up on the ground, crying out in pain. Out of the corner of your eye, you recognize the alpha you angered some hours ago.
“Miss. Shit,” another man makes his way through the people crowding you. “Someone, call an ambulance. Her hand is bleeding, and the fingers don’t look good.” The man strips his jacket off to put it under your head. “Miss do not move too much. I’m afraid your arm is broken. Looks bad.”
You whimper as you glance at your bleeding arm. “I tried to catch my fall,” you sniffle. “It hurts.”
“I know, doll,” the man runs his hand over your hair. “The ambulance will be here in a minute, okay.”
“Okay.”
“Clint, move your ass and check if they are on their way. I want them here in two minutes,” you flinch at his outburst. “It’s okay. They will help you, doll. This looks like a FOOSH injury to me. I broke my hand when I was a kid. I fell and tried to catch my fall.”
“I—” the pain is overwhelming, and the scent hitting you from behind your back doesn’t help. You can sense the alpha from before and it makes you curl into a ball.
“Sir, you can’t fire me! I broke my hand at one of your parties! Who will make your canapes now?” he shrugs, ignoring that you tear up. It was your dream to open your own catering firm, just not so soon. “Please, I need the job.”
“You are fired,” he points at your hand. “You’re useless to me with a broken hand. If you want to sue me, you can try.” Now he smirks darkly. “Go ahead, beta. We will see what happens if you do.”
“Fuck you,” you twirl around to storm out of his office, cursing his birth on your way out. “What do I do now?”
“Steve, you must apologize to the poor girl! I was at her boss’ office, and she got fired because of you. You broke her fucking hand,” Bucky growls at his best friend. “What’s wrong with you lately? Only as Peggy left you for some beta, you can’t run that girl over and just move on.”
“I didn’t know she got fired,” Steve sighs deeply. “She was a feisty bitch, and I was mad at her. I didn’t want to hurt her, though.”
“You saw her on the ground and didn’t do shit, Steve. Why?”
“Buck, you already took care of her. The moment I stepped closer she curled into a ball, and I didn’t want to scare her even more. I’m not some asshole hurting a girl on purpose. I just—” running his fingers through his hair Steve sighs deeply. “I saw Peggy at the party, in the arms of yet another man. She was on her way out of the back entrance when I ran the girl over.”
“Fine,” Bucky says. “Either way, you will apologize to her. Here’s her address. Buy some flowers and go to the girl.”
“What? I can’t just stand on her doorstep Buck. What will she do?” Steve makes a face. “Punk, she will call the cops or worse.”
“What’s worse than ending up in jail, Stevie,” the brunette smirks. “Come on, spill it.”
“What if she freaks out or cries. Bucky, she will believe I hurt her on purpose. How can she not? I can’t go to her,” hands-on his hips Steve tries to stay adamant. “I can send her flowers, though.”
“You will not send her flowers, Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky just used his alpha voice on his friend, making Steve growl in response. “We are friends since childhood, but this doesn’t mean I will not beat you into a pulp. Be a man and apologize.”
“Fuck’s sake,” taking the piece of paper with you address out of Bucky’s hands, the blonde alpha grumbles under his breath. “Which flowers do you want me to buy?”
“Be creative, Steve. Go to a flower shop and tell them you ran the poor girl over. Find flowers telling her I’m sorry for running you over and that I was a douche…”
“Red roses, lilies, gerbera, asters, and squills,” Steve clears his throat as he stands in front of your door with a huge bouquet in his arms. “Squills say forgive me for being a rude douche the best.”
He straightens his tie with his free hand, not knowing why he’s nervous. You are just a random girl he ran over at a party. Steve takes a deep breath as he lifts his fist to knock at your door.
“Coming,” you coo from the other side of the door. “What can I—? You?” looking the alpha up and down, you frown deeply. “What do you want here?”
“Uh—I,” he huffs before pushing the flowers in your hand. “I came to apologize. I didn’t want to run you over. You see, girl.” He clears his throat, tugging at his tie, “I saw someone from my past and wanted to—”
“You wanted to what, Sir?”
“Honestly,” he nervously laughs, “I don’t know. She left me for some beta, telling me I’m too aggressive and rough. He looks down at his hands, shaking his head. “Maybe she was right. I was rude to the waitress and you for no reason. Then I ran you over.”
“I don’t know why you came here. You shouldn’t buy me flowers,” you step back when Steve moves toward you. “Stay away from me.”
“Doll,” you scrunch up your nose at the pet name. It’s the same the other man used at the party, “I’m sorry I ran you over. Can I come in and we can talk things out?”
“No. I’m good. Really,” like hell. You will not let a foreign alpha step inside your apartment. “Thanks for the flowers and all. My hand is barely hurting, and I’ll find a job in no time. No biggie.”
“Let me inside,” he cocks his head as you seem to react to his alpha voice. Betas usually don’t hear the difference or smell his scent changes when he’s angry or nervous. “Girl, what are you hiding.” He’s sizing you up now. “Something is odd about you.”
“Ah, ha-ha…thanks for the compliment. You have a way to apologize, that’s a fact,” you try to get rid of the alpha, hoping he will just leave. “Listen, you can go now. Please.”
“Bucky said I must make sure you are alright,” Steve takes another step toward your door and another until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face. “Let me check on you.”
“I’m good,” swallowing thickly you try to hide that his scent makes your toes curl. “I got a nice cast around my hand, and all.”
“I don’t even know your name,” shit, he cups the back of your neck and rubs his thumb over your mating gland, humming. “I knew it. You’re omega. A feisty little thing too.”
“You need to go. Now,” while you fight your hindbrain and try not to give in to the alpha, he dips his head to press his nose to your scent gland. “Go—please.” You whimper.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
“I’m Steve. Now let me in and we can talk about what happened at the party. I want to know why you are using a scent blocker to hide from your alpha.”
“You’re not my alpha,” pushing against his chest with your working hand you try to make the alpha budge. “I mean it. Go home!”
“I can scent you, doll. It’s a faint scent, but it’s enough to let me know you are mine,” he doesn’t expect you to slap his cheek hard when he tries to kiss you.
“Dude! I don’t even know you. Get a hold of yourself, Sir,” Steve smirks as you straighten your oversized sleep shirt. “Now, if you would excuse me. I want to go back to sleep.”
“I want to come in. Please let me show you that I didn’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”
“Why would I? You’re a stranger who just tried to get grabby,” you push against his chest, making him stumble back. “If you want to get to know me better, come back. If not, leave me alone.”
You slam the door in his face. “What the fuck just happened?” Steve stands there in stunned silence, laughing as you are the first woman rejecting him.
Summary: Your new neighborhood is nice. Well, almost. If only there wasn’t this loud biker getting on your nerves.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: noise complaints, angst, language, cocky Bucky, smoking, drinking, arguments, tension, implied cheating, desire to have children, making out, love-struck Bucky, reader’s boyfriend is a douche, fluff, enemies to lovers?
Words: 2,3k
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“Sean, he’s repairing his bike again, and he’s smoking,” you mutter under your breath while watching your annoyingly loud neighbor. “Babe, the music is blaring, and he’s flicking his cigarette butts onto our lawn.”
“Y/N, just leave him be. That guy is a biker and I bet he’s got a gun. Do you want me to get killed over some cigarettes and loud music? Jesus, stop being so uptight. No wonder—” Sean shakes his head as you storm toward the front door to give your loud neighbor a piece of your mind.
“Mr. Barnes,” your neighbor drops a tool into a toolbox as you waltz toward him and his bike. “I need to work on some papers and can’t think clearly as your music is too loud. And can you not flip your cigarette butts onto my lawn?”
“Doll, a good afternoon to you too, pretty lady,” how you hate the cocky biker. He still crouches in front of his bike, humming as you step closer to poke his shoulder with your index finger. “What can I do for you?”
“I want to work and need silence. Can you just not be an annoyingly loud neighbor. Act like an adult for once,” hands-on your hips you watch the biker get back up and tower over you. Fuck, he’s so much taller up close. “Mr. Barnes.”
“All you had to do was ask nicely, doll,” he smirks now. “Give me a second and I’ll turn the music down. I can’t make a pretty lady like you mad at me. Maybe I want to ask you out one day and you’ll say no as I was too loud.”
“I got a boyfriend, Mr. Barnes,” you jerk your head toward Sean who pokes his head out of the front door. “I’ll appreciate it if you stop being so loud.”
“Anything for you, pretty lady,” he holds out his hand. “Please stop calling me Mr. Barnes. Mr. Barnes was my father. You can call me Bucky, doll.”
You look at his hand, huffing. “I’ll stick to Mr. Barnes,” you reluctantly shake his hand, feeling your heart beat out of your chest as he leans closer to whisper in your ear.
“Baby doll, the moment you get to know me better, you’ll always call me Bucky. Maybe you’ll even scream my name, huh? How about you ditch that douche and come over to my house later.”
“What? I—” you nervously splutter. Heat creeps into your cheeks at his words. “Mr. Barnes, this is inappropriate. I’m in a relationship and y-you can’t just say things like that.”
“Sweetness, I can say whatever I want,” he laughs at your pained expression. “I can also tell you that your boyfriend is a douche. Do you know how often he stares at one of my friends? Last week he tried to hit on Natasha. She’s fucking engaged to Clint.”
“Why would I believe you?” you huff now. “I knew you are an annoying guy, but I didn’t think you are a lying bastard too!”
Bucky watches you storm off, muttering under your breath. He winks at your boyfriend, not giving away he’d like to punch Sean’s face.
“Sooner or later, you’ll see he’s an asshole and come running to me, doll,” the biker shrugs before he turns his attention back toward his other doll. “Let’s get you fixed, pretty girl. If she finally comes to her senses, I want her to go on a ride with me.”
“You won’t believe what that degenerated and rotten biker dared to say about you. He,” you point at Bucky, panting heavily, “dared to say that you tried to hit on one of those biker groupies.”
“What?” Sean huffs as you keep on ranting over the things Bucky just said. “She’s a hot piece of ass and I was a little tipsy. I only told her she’s pretty.”
“You what?” gaping at your boyfriend you feel like someone punched you in the guts. Not moments ago, you called Bucky a liar and now, your boyfriend admitted he did hit on that girl. “Sean! How dare you!”
“Man, it didn’t mean shit. She was hot, and I was drunk. Nothing happened, babe. Stop being such a drama queen,” he walks away, ignoring you call his name. “You should calm down, Y/N. If you are normal again, we can have a movie night or crap.”
“I—you…what?” you’re so angry at Sean, at yourself, and the biker who pumped up the volume again that you are shaking. “He can’t just do such a thing.”
“Hey, doll,” Bucky yells from the other side of the street. He waves at you, smirking as you try to balance two paper bags full of groceries. “I hope you had a great day.”
The bastard is walking toward you, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He doesn’t even wear his biker boots today. Bucky shows off his shirtless and tanned chest, making you swallow thickly as droplets of sweat run down his chest.
“Mr. Barnes,” you curtly greet your neighbor. “It was—okay. I guess. I hope yours was good too.”
“Sold another bike to one of those yuppies,” he takes the bags out of your arms before you can protest. “Saw your boyfriend come home earlier today. Why didn’t he help you with the bags?”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” you roll your eyes as Bucky walks up the three steps leading to your veranda. “Listen, I can handle this.”
“You shouldn’t have to ask for help, doll. It’s your man’s job to keep you happy, satisfied and do shit for you,” he grins as you unlock your door. “See, he’s a douche.”
“Mr. Barnes, can you just not,” rubbing your tired eyes you sigh deeply. “I had a really bad day at work. My feet hurt. I’m hungry. And on top of all my car makes an odd noise.”
“Your car,” Bucky’s eyes light up. “I can have a look at it, doll. Neighborly help and all. Just come over tomorrow and I’ll fix your car.”
“I—” you nod, but don’t intend on letting your rowdy neighbor have a look at your car. “I could come over if I find the time. Uh-thank you for carrying my bags, Sir.”
“Bucky,” he smirks as you take the bags out of his arms. He holds the door open for you, glancing inside your house. “I told you to call me Bucky, doll.”
“And, I told you that I’ll call you Mr. Barnes.”
“We will get you there, sweetness,” he looks you up and down before turning to leave. “If you need more help, just holler.”
“Like hell,” you whisper as you walk inside your house. “I don’t need your help and don’t want it, bastard.” Kicking your front door shut with your foot you huff. “Sean. Babe! Can you help me with the bags? I got more in my trunk.”
“Babe, I just had a shower. Can’t you handle this?” again, you huff. It’s not that you expected Sean to help you with shit lately. If only he could be more like…no, you won’t think of that man.
“Mr. Barnes!” you storm out of your house, yelling loud enough to make some of Bucky’s friends flinch. “It’s 2 am! Some people have to go to work in the morning!”
“Oh! Doll!” oddly the biker runs toward you. “Great you want to celebrate my business success.” You squeak as he wraps one arm around your waistline to guide you toward his friends. People are cheering as you wiggle in Bucky’s grip.
“Buck, a new girl?” a tall blonde guy with shoulder-length hair stumbles toward you, making you shriek as he wraps you and Bucky in a hug. “She’s a pretty and cute one. A keeper.”
“What? Hey! Let go of me!”
“Aw, an angry one too,” the tall biker flashes you a smile. “What’s your name, little one? I’m Thor, over there,” he points at a raven-haired man in leather pants and a green shirt, “that’s my brother Loki.”
“That’s Y/N, my new neighbor,” Bucky exclaims. “You already know Thor,” he guides you toward the others, ignoring that you try to break out of his embrace, “over there is my best friend Steve, and the guy next to him believing he’s a good-looking bastard is Sam.”
“I heard that, Barnes,” Sam flashes you a smile. “And I’m damn good-looking. The ladies love me.”
“Ignore him,” he whispers in your ear. “He’s just jealous that I got you in my arms.”
“Bucky, another round,” a beautiful red-haired woman asks. She flashes you a smile and offers you a beer. “Hi, I’m Natasha, but you can call me Nat.”
“Listen, I’m not here to party with you,” you finally break out of Bucky’s embrace. “I need sleep. I got to get up for work in not four hours. I know you’ve got no clue about regular working times, work, and how to behave like a decent human but if you don’t want me to call the cops, stop being so fucking loud. What will you do when I finally got a baby? Will you wake them at 2 am too?”
“Oh, she said a bad word,” Steve snickers as his friend’s features darken. “What now?”
“As far as I know, will your douche of a boyfriend not give you a baby anytime soon,” Bucky smirks darkly as your face falls. “Didn’t he say that he’s not ready to have kids?”
“You spied on us?” you gape at Bucky. “What the fuck!”
“It’s not spying if your neighbors fight loud enough for me to hear every word. And I wouldn’t try for a baby with a guy like him,” he lifts your chin with two fingers, smirking as your lips part. The blue-eyed bastard chuckles while you fight the tears. “Go for a real man, doll. A man knowing what you need.”
“Leave me the fuck alone! I will have a baby soon enough!”
“If you want one, let me help you out,” he calls after you as you storm off. “I bet Sean won’t be too mad. He only has eyes for every woman crossing his path.”
“BASTARD!” you stop in your tracks to look over your shoulder. “One more word and I’ll rip you a new one. Sean is a good man. Unlike you! BIKER BOY!”
“Damn, she gave it to you good,” Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “What is your master plan?”
“I’ll get her sooner or later, Steve…Just wait for it...”
“Again? You were on a business trip not two weeks ago, Sean. I told you we should try for a baby,” you cross your arms over your chest as your boyfriend of five years just walks toward the door. “You tell me you are going on a trip the day you leave?”
“I need space, okay,” Sean groans while walking out of your house. “You wanted to buy this house. You wanted to settle down and marry. You want to have a baby.” He mutters. “You never ask what I want.”
“I ask you all the time!” you can’t believe you are even fighting over this. “When was the last time you asked me what I want?”
“What do you want, huh?” he growls as he storms toward his car. “You are sucking the life out of me.”
“You didn’t complain when I sucked your dick while you played video games,” Bucky watches you yell at your boyfriend with amusement. He snickers as you growl and scream. “You want to know what I want? How about a fucking orgasm! You never even try to get me close to one. Or, how about I want a man helping me out when I need him! Last month I was in pain, and you just went downstairs to watch football.”
“Don’t be a bitch!” he places his suitcases in front of his car and turns around to glare at you. “You were on your period and didn’t have a stroke!”
You slap his face, hard. “A thoughtful and loving partner would’ve taken care of me,” panting heavily you realize you gave the cocky biker a good show as Bucky laughs loudly, making you even madder at Sean.
“You know, that’s why I’m looking at other women. You’re so complicated and hard to live with. I’m just done hiding that I want to bang my secretary. At least she knows when to shut up,” he grins. “Especially when she sucks my dick.”
“Fine. Go ahead and fuck that skank,” you start walking, make a beeline around Sean’s car to storm toward Bucky, snapping your fingers. “Biker. You. Your cock. Now,” on your way toward Bucky’s house, you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging hard to make him follow you.
“Doll, whoa…why the hurry,” he eagerly follows you toward his house, opening the door for you. He yelps as you immediately jump at him. Bucky catches you and helps you wrap your legs around his waistline, hands pawing at your ass. “Y/N, slow down.”
“You wanted to fuck me. So, fuck me. Make me scream your name so everyone in the neighborhood knows Sean just lost my cunt to you,” Bucky smirks darkly as you try to grind against his growing erection. “Come on. Don’t be all talk and no orgasm.”
“Doll,” he presses you against the wall to look you deep in the eyes. Bucky cups your face with both hands smiling as you wait for his next step. “I’ll not fuck you before we had at least one date.” His lips claim yours in a soft kiss, tongue swiping over yours. “Do you know what we are going to do today?”
“No,” you whine, still grinding against him. “Fuck like rabbits?”
“No. We will throw Sean’s shit out of your house. When we are done I’ll invite you over to my place and cook for you. After we finished eating, I’ll tell you more about my life, and you can tell me about yours.”
“Bucky, I—” glancing at his lips you realize he still smiles. “You don’t want to just fuck me?”
“No, baby doll,” he’s kissing you again, more passionately this time. “I wanna make you my girl and when we are ready, I’ll give you as many biker babies as you want…”
Summary: You are burning too hot for any alpha to keep up with you.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Square 11 filled for @anyfandomaubingo: Sex Hotline
Square 2 filled for @afgomegaversebingo: Artist AU
Square 11 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Nude Photography
Warnings: angst, language, self-confident reader, alphas being assholes, mentions of past rejection, calling a sex hotline, mentions of nudes
AN: Inspired by Lorde’s Liability
Divider @firefly-graphics
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“Y/N, you’re a little much for me. I’m glad you wanted to take it slow and for us to get to know each other better. This way, I realized you will only ever be a liability.”
You would gasp or even break down at his words. You would if you didn’t hear the same song play over and over again for years.
“You are already regretting asking me for this dance, huh?” the alpha sitting opposite you seems to be surprised by your reaction. “Well then, tell me all the things I didn’t do right. Just you know, when we are done here, you’ll pay for my food, including dessert.”
“Sure…sure,” he stammers as he doesn’t want you to cause a scene at the restaurant. He chose to break things up with you in public.
Pathetic coward.
The alpha nervously tugs at the tie dangling from his neck as you lean back and open the menu.
You wave at the waiter to order the most expensive dish. If that alpha can't give you love, he’ll at least feel you in his wallet for a few weeks.
“Good,” you sip at your water, feeling your chest tightening. Your omega wants to curl into a ball and weep. But you won’t have it. “Now. Begin.”
“Your job.”
You huff.
“You paint and take pictures of naked men,” he whispers, not wanting to draw attention to your table. “This is…I don’t want a woman seeing other men naked.”
“It’s my job,” you roll your eyes. Alphas are so predictable. “I never lied about my job. A client wanted me to take a few pictures of him for his boyfriend. There is nothing wrong with nudes. This has nothing to do with sex. It’s art. I’m an artist.”
“Taking nudes is not an art.”
“Says a guy who can’t distinguish the Mona Lisa from a playboy bunny,” you retort. “If you had the slightest knowledge about art, you would know that art is full of naked bodies.”
“You are loud and aggressive too. If only someone has a different opinion, you must start a fight,” he argues.
“If their opinion is stupid, misogynic, or sexiest, I will fight you.”
“See, how shall a man feel comfortable around someone like you,” you sneer at his words. “You're a little much for me.”
“You are repeating yourself, darling,” he huffs as you thank the waiter for the food. You won’t let his words get to you. At least not here, at the restaurant, for everyone to see. “I got it. I’m complicated and too headstrong for you.”
He’s not the first, and won’t be the last, alpha pulling back.
At first, they are head-over-heels for you. In the end, they will run for the hills, calling you complicated and too much.
New guy. Same song.
“I have other plans for my life than fighting over every little thing with my omega,” he bites back. “I want to spend the night with my friends, you argue, and so on.”
“You forgot you and your buddies wanted to spend your night at a strip club. You are telling me I can’t take nudes of a client, but you can let naked women be all over you. Talking about double standards.”
“You are an omega, I’m an alpha. There is a difference,” you chuckle at his lame excuse. “You cannot be close to other alphas. An omega should know her place-“
“I heard enough,” you drop your fork and get up from your chair to pour your wine into his face. “You are not worth my time.”
Before you leave, you ask the waiter to pack up your dinner, and dessert. “You’re such a bitch.”
“Says the guy breaking up with me after he fucked a stripper three days ago,” you coo in his ear. “Did you think what you did with her wouldn’t get back to me? I took pictures of most of the girls at the club for their website.”
He gapes at you. “Why would you go out for dinner with me then?”
“A free meal is a free meal, sweetheart,” you pat his cheek. “Aw, don’t look at me like this. I was hungry and you looked ready to pay any price to get rid of me.”
You turn your attention toward the waiter, giving him twenty bucks as he hands you your food.
“What a waste of time and energy,” you look at your phone. “I should’ve known better than agreeing to go on a blind date with that asshole.” You block his number and delete the few pictures you took of him.
Liability. Complicated. Unlovable. The words swirl in your mind as you scroll through the numbers on your phone.
You need something to take the edge off. Anything.
“Voulez-vous,” you whisper as your eyes land on the number you haven’t called for a long time. “Maybe tonight I want to…”
You press dial and hold your breath. The seconds tick by until you finally hear a voice on the other end of the line.
“Welcome to voulez-vous. Our alphas will be right there for you,” a cheery voice coos in your ear. “Do you already have a favorite?”
“I want 67 only, please,” you close your eyes and pray that your favorite alpha is available tonight. You need his voice and calming words.
“He will be right there for you. Please hold the line,” she talks about the payment and wants your credit card details next. You don’t care. All you want is to hear his voice.
“Hello sweetheart,” your heart jumps in your chest as his voice fills your senses. You fall back on your couch and forget about the douche you wasted two months on. “What can I do for you?”
“Another bad date,” he hums as you start talking about your day. You know it’s unusual to call a sex hotline to only talk. But 67 doesn’t seem to mind. He whispers soothing words and encourages you to never change. “He said I’m a liability and a little too much.”
“He’s an idiot, sweetheart. Never let an alpha tell you that you are not perfect the way you are.”
“I have missed you.”
You bite your tongue. He must’ve heard to oddest things leave his clients’ lips.
“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart. You’re the one making my day better.”
“I’m just another needy omega wanting something from you,” you whisper. “But it makes me feel better when I can talk to you. Less lonely.”
He’s silent for a moment. “If you need to hear my voice, you can always call me.”
For money. You think, but don’t say the words. He’s your shelter and helps you cope when everything gets too much. “I know,” you say instead. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he purrs, and you gasp. He never did this before. Not once. “I mean it, sweetheart. If you need me, I’ll be here.”
“I’ll call again if I need you.”
He hums as try to find the strength to end the call. “I can give you my number.”
“What?” you splutter.
“My private number, sweetheart. This way, you don’t have to pay to talk to a friend. If you are lonely, or just need to talk about your day. Give me a call.”
“I don’t want another blind date, Lisa,” you huff as your friend wants to set you up with someone you don’t know. “I give up on dating for a while.”
“He’s nice,” she hastily says. “He’s your age, maybe two years elder. A little cocky, tall and handsome. You will like him.”
“Maybe. But I’m fairly sure he won’t like me,” she gasps at your words. “It’s true, Lis. None of the alphas I met understood me, or even tried. It’s always my job, or believing, or scent…I don’t know.”
Another week later you get ready for your new client. You prefer painting the little things that inspire you. But inspiration and love don’t pay bills.
For a moment, you take your time to look at the empty canvas. You sigh as you’ll spend the better of the day painting some rich guy’s face, or ass. Whatever your new client prefers.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” walking toward the alpha hiring you and put on your sweetest smile. “I’m Y/N, you called.”
“Yeah, uh-“ he nervously chuckles. “I called, but I need a picture of me and my brother. My mother wants a painting of her sons for years. It’s a birthday gift.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” it’s kind of sweet that the tall alpha offering his hand to you wants to fulfill his mother’s wish. “Will your brother be here soon?”
“He should be here in a few,” the alpha says. “I’m Sam. Sam Winchester.” He offers a soft smile. “I admired one of your paintings at the local gallery and just knew you must paint us.”
“Sammy, man. That parking lot looks suspicious,” you gasp as a familiar voice catches your attention. “I hope no one touches my Baby.”
“Your baby,” the alpha grins as you look at him, eyes widening in shock. “Sir, if you got a baby, you should bring it here.”
“He means his car, miss,” Sam softly says. “My brother loves his car dearly. Maybe that’s the reason for him being single.”
“Hi, the name’s Dean,” he holds out his hand. You whimper as you know, this is the man you were talking to on the phone for months. “Did Sammy tell you about his idea?”
“Yeah, uh-kinda.”
You try to not stumble over your words. He can never know that you recognized his voice. You cannot embarrass him in front of his brother. Maybe Sam doesn’t know about his brother’s profession.
“That’s great, sweetheart,” you involuntary shudder. Dean dips his head as he watches your reaction to his voice. “Do you paint cars too?”
“Cars,” he suddenly stands a little closer to you. “Why?”
“He loves his car and tries to find out if you are willing to paint it for him,” Sam rolls his eyes. “Dean, can you just not.”
“Maybe you can paint me and my car,” Dean grins. “Me naked on top of my beloved Baby.”
“No problem,” you retort as you step closer to Dean. “I paint nudes all the time. I’m a photographer too. If you are interested in pictures of you and your car.”
“A cocky one, Sammy,” the alpha snickers. “I’ll go for a painting of me and my Baby. Can we make an appointment today?”
“I need to check my schedule first.”
“You can give me a call too, sweetheart. Anytime,” his eyes sparkle as you purse your lips. “I’ll never leave you hanging.”
That bastard knows…
Sam left some minutes ago to meet up with his fiancé, leaving you alone with his elder brother. Now the cocky alpha tries to talk to you.
“So, you’re an artist drawing nudes of dudes,” Dean chuckles as you cover the painting of the brothers. “Does painting nudes pay well?
“And you work for an omega sex hotline,” you shoot back.
“Fair enough,” he laughs.
“Why?”
“It was meant to be a way to pay a few bills. After I started my own business, I did it for fun. You know, I like dirty talk, and phone sex,” he whispers lowly. “Why did you call?”
“Your voice calmed me.”
“Sweetheart,” he steps closer to whisper in your, “if you want to, I’ll calm you any time of the day…”
