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Before you (3)

Title: Before you (3)

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 and loud Steve, hurt reader, Bucky is the best (soft Bucky is a warning, okay), sadness, mentions of loss of loved ones, flashbacks, undefined age gap

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<< Part 2

Flashback - around fifteen years ago, your home, …

“Faster!” you run toward the tables, giggling as your friend chases after you.

His father came to your father’s stables to buy more horses and you sneaked off to play with him.

Today, your friend’s father brought a gift to your father. A colorful window. Two horses are on the window, a black one, and a white one.

“I’m going to get you,” the boy smirks as you stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder. You stick your tongue out, making him laugh. “Wait for me! Y/N. Please don’t run away again.”

“You’re too slow, Grant,” you wink at him.

“I let you win,” Grant grumbles now. He can’t believe a girl beat him once again.

“Don’t be mad.”

You run back toward the panting boy. He’s a little weaker and smaller than other boys his age. Grant should be bigger than you. He’s a few years elder than you, and still, you are the same height.

“I could never be mad at you,” his features soften, and his cheeks turn pink. “I-I wanted to give you this.” He gets a horseshoe out of his pocket, handing it to you.

“A horseshoe. Thank you,” you swoon.

“It’s from my father’s favorite horse,” he hastily explains, grasping for your hand to hold it. “He said it’s magical and will protect you. Look, your name is carved into the horseshoe.”

Your smile widens as he holds your hand a little tighter. “It’s the most beautiful gift I ever got. Thank you, Grant.”

Now, the king’s chamber, …

“How is she, Lord Banner?” Bucky worriedly watches the king’s healer check on you. You still didn’t wake. It’s been two hours. “Please tell me she will recover. The poor girl went through enough.”

“Silence,” Steve raises his voice. He holds the small bundle with your belongings in his hands. “Let the healer help the maid. It’s not your place to take care of her.”

“Neither is it yours,” for the first time, Bucky uses his alpha voice against his brother. He growls at Steve, ready to fight him. “She’s too good for you. I had hoped she will be able to bring light into your life again. I wronged her.”

“James Buchanan,” taking one step closer toward his brother Steve sizes Bucky up, “what did you do?”

“I told the old hag to send Y/N to clean your room,” Bucky swallows thickly as you start to whimper. “I didn’t know she will send her that night…though.”

“It’s your doing? All of this,” throwing the bundle at Bucky his brother growls like a feral animal. “That girl got hurt because of you!”

“With all due respect, your highness, it was you scaring her,” the brunette bites back. “I went through blood, death, and hell with you.” Bucky lifts his artificial arm, the one the mighty Stark crafted for him. “I would’ve given my life for you, Steve. But lately, I don’t recognize my brother anymore.”

“She fell,” the king argues. “I didn’t touch her.”

“And still, you throw the things dear to her at me.”

Steve furrows his brows as Bucky carefully opens the bundle. “She doesn’t own much.” The king whispers. His heart squeezes a little as he looks at your few belongings in his brother’s hands.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Give this to me,” snatching the bundle out of his brother’s hands Steve carefully places it on the bed. “Hmm…a comb, dry bread, a handkerchief, a ribbon.” He hums as his eyes land on the colorful shard of glass. “A shard?”

“She said it was from a window in her parents’ house. It seems to be important to her. Don’t break it,” Bucky takes the shard out of Steve’s hands. “You shouldn’t touch her things.”

“What’s this?” Steve gasps audibly. His hand begins to tremble when he finds the horseshoes in your bundle. “A horseshoe. It...this can’t be.” He looks at the name carved into the metal.

“Put it back,” his brother tries to snatch the horseshoe out of Steve’s hands. “It belongs to her. She doesn’t own much, but it’s hers. The girl lost so much in her life. Don’t take the few things she has away from her too.”

“It’s impossible. He said she’s dead,” Steve presses the horseshoe to his chest. He pushes his brother off as Bucky tries to get it. “This can’t be. So many years I believed she was dead.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Steve!” Bucky fights to get the horseshoe. “Explain yourself, brother.”

“No—no. Father wouldn’t lie to me. Maybe she found it.”

Bucky huffs as the king carefully lifts the horseshoe to his eyes. “Steve, what’s wrong with you? It’s a horseshoe. Give it back to her.”

“The shard. Did you see the black horse on it? Or what’s left of it?” looking at his brother with tears in his eyes Steve sniffs. “I remember the day father gave it to one of the few men he respected. It was a gift.”

“What are you talking about Steve? I-“ Bucky swallows thickly. He remembers your story and the window. He just didn’t know it was his adopted father gifting it to your parents. “You mean father gave the window to Y/N’s father?”

“Y/N?” Steve drops the horseshoe. He steps away from the bed, shaking his head violently. “No-no! Impossible.”

“What?”

The king flees out of his chamber, slamming the door shut. “Your highness, my Lord,” the healer finally says. “I think the girl will recover. She will need some time and a good rest. Food and water too.”

“I’ll make sure Y/N will get all she needs, Lord Banner,” Bucky shakes the healer’s hand. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“Thank you for being kind enough to even care about here,” Lord Banner gives Bucky a curt nod. “Call for me if she needs more help.”

Flashback - around fifteen years ago, your home, …

“No, Y/N. Watch out!” Grant stops his horse and jumps off the saddle to get to you. You fell off the horse, and now, you don’t move. “Y/N! My love!”

He crouches down next to you to run his hand over your hair. “Please wake up,” you whimper as Grant touches the bleeding wound on your forehead. “This is all my fault. I wanted another race. Please wake up. I promise to marry you if you wake up now.”

“Gotcha!” you sit up, giggling. “I knew I’ll get you to marry me!” you cup his cheeks to press a soft kiss on his nose. “We are going to have so many horses.”

“If you beat me at the next race, I’ll get you another one,” Grant carefully gets a flower out from under his jacket. “I stole it from my mother’s garden for you.”

“It’s beautiful,” you sniffle. “A rose. No one ever gave me a rose.”

He nervously looks at you. Grant takes a deep breath before he leans closer to press a soft kiss on your lips.

It will be the last time you will see your friend. His father will make sure of it.

“I didn’t think you’ll come back,” Bucky watches his brother walk back inside the chamber. He crosses his arms over his chest. “What do you want? Throw her out? She still didn’t wake.”

“What’s her name?” Steve crouches down to pick the horseshoes up. “Bucky, what is the maid’s name? I need to know!” the king yells now. “Tell me her name.”

“Y/N!” his brother yells back. Bucky is just done bearing his brother’s moods. He tried anything to help Steve find his way again, and now, he’s close to giving up on him. “Her name is Y/N. She lost her parents and brother five years ago.”

“Five years ago,” feeling his legs give in Steve presses the horseshoe to his chest. He releases a shuddery breath as his eyes land on you on his bed. “I married Peggy five years ago after father told me the girl I loved when I was a boy died.”

“You never told me so,” stepping closer to his brother, Bucky places his metal hand on Steve’s shoulder. “What else did you hide from me, brother?”

“You were not with us at that time,” Steve whispers. “I was a weak and small boy back then. Father wanted me to get to know our people. The first time I saw the girl she tried to climb up a tree. She giggled and waved at me as I stared up at her.”

“Steven, you never talked about a girl. Not once.”

“One day. I think it was the day father gifted the colorful window to her parents; he said that I cannot see her again,” Steve shakes his head. “Father saw me kissing the girl. He told me this can never happen.”

“What happened?”

“I wasn’t allowed to see her. Year after year I would ask him. And then, around five years ago father told me that she died in a fire,” Steve’s voice cracks. “It was around the time Peggy visited the castle. I fell in love with her, and we married.”

“Steve…”

“Maybe it was my way to forget about the girl. She saw more in me than a prince. Y/N didn’t even know I was going to become the next king,” he sighs now. “How could I not recognize it was her all this time?”

“That was how long ago?” Bucky sighs. “Steve, you were just a boy back then. How could you remember a girl you befriended so long ago?”

“How could I not?”

“You had Peggy and,” Bucky swallows thickly, “your child. Your love never had the chance to bloom. It was friendship, not love.”

“I left and never came back,” the king clears his throat. “Father wasn’t wrong. I made a promise I couldn’t keep. A king marries a maid. Not in this world. She must leave. I cannot have her here, Bucky.”

“She wasn’t always a maid, brother. I dug a little deeper after Y/N told me about her family. Her mother was of royal blood.”

“I know you mean well,” Steve cradles his brother’s face in his hands, “but don’t lie. I cannot remember her. I have my wife and child to mourn. This light is long gone. Buried under fire and dust. Let’s keep it buried…”

>> Part 4

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams: Part 5

The ball in his hands had been tossed back and forth aimlessly, his eyes fixating on the bright white stitching that held the leather together and had been engrained with the school’s logo on the side.

It was all a distraction while he played the waiting game with Bucky, hopeful that you would still make an appearance at their practice.

They had been talking about it since the Dean’s office, the two alphas discussing how they could manage to get the three of you to move forward in friendship and then a relationship, drawing from your shared past as motivation to solidify your future.

And still, it had depended on their hope that they would see you in the stands with some of the other omegas and girls that had been invited to watch. The invitation had to be made and cleared by the security for the team and stadium, and there would’ve been a pass left for you to enter the stadium.

“She’s going to be here,” Steve mumbled under his breath as a reminder to himself, another hopeful wish that he’d look over and see you waiting for him; for them.

Steve and Bucky had been rendered eager by the promise you made to watch their practices, and even as hopeful as they were, they wondered if you would skip out on them. There were always some doubts that you would let your anger and your hurt, your past abandonment overshadow the chance to be together again.

Whether you would let that go slowly and make an effort to be with them, even starting as friends, or hold onto it was almost debilitating.

Steve had held his breath and bit his tongue while he was tossing the ball back and forth, his gaze briefly darting through the crowd of players to find Bucky. Their eyes met, blu-green with crystalline blues, and a smile built on both the alpha’s faces. A form of silent communication bounced between Steve and Bucky, a message sent and received with a wink and purse of his lips.

The two alphas were so close, so well bound and familiar with each other that it seemed like they could have entire conversations and not say a single thing. It was an extension of the connection you three once had together and hopefully would have again.

“She’s going to come.” Steve tucked the ball under his arm exhaling the puff of air he had kept in while slowly traversing to the edge of the field where his helmet had remained on the steel bench, set beside the bag of medical gear the team’s first aid staff had.

He had stooped to the bench and sank upon the metal, his leg and feet stretched out in front of him.

He slammed the ball upon the hard surface and ran his fingers through his hair, watching Bucky screwing around with a few of the linemen, specifically the defensive tackle and the defensive end. The two defensive players were just as tall as Steve and Bucky were, though Sam had been far broader than even Steve was, and Ari was far more physically imposing.

Both Sam and Ari, surprisingly, made Steve and Bucky feel small.

“Practice is starting, get your helmet on.” The assistant coach had directed his attention toward Steve and then nodded his head in the direction of the space behind Steve.

The dirty blonde whipped his head around, a grin wide and bold bursting on his face when he spotted you sitting in the lower middle. You weren’t paying attention to Steve or Bucky, you were having a conversation with Rhys as she waved her hands animatedly, relaying some eclectic tale of her wonder.

The two of you weren’t aware that Steve or Bucky had been staring at you, though Steve almost preferred your indifference. With you paying attention to Rhys and not him, Steve could study you and commit every detail of you and your appearance on the stand as if he was going to be judged or tested.

He was amazed at how beautiful and adorable an omega like you could have appeared, how breathtaking you could be in a cable-knit school toque and an oversized pale lavender Karbon fall jacket, with only the appearance of a sweater poking above the hem of the hood.

Despite it still being fall and just barely on the cusp of a potential early winter, the air and weather had taken a sour turn. There was still endless potential for warm weathered fall days, and months before the season ended on December 11th, however, the area was being battered by a cold snap.

“Rogers!” the coach had called his name, Rhys and yourself turning your head to look at him.

Steve reacted as if a jolt of lightning had shot through him, standing in earnest. He rose to his feet quickly and snatched his helmet from the bench seat, taking a single step before he looked back at you and smiled small.

“I knew she would come.” Steve exchanged a whisper to Bucky in passing, the two bumping hips with each other.

“Never doubted it for a second.” Bucky grinned, placing a kiss on Steve’s cheek with a firm pat on the ass before he stepped on the field with Steve, Bucky helped yank Steve’s helmet on his head before pulling his own on.

Bucky turned his head and looked your way.

He watched you as you fiddled with your phone before you slipped it back in your pocket, drawing your eyes upon Steve and Bucky before looking away. You dropped your gaze to the bench beside you and your bag that you found mildly interesting, or maybe it was the spine of whatever book you had packed. It was probably your thought that maybe you would get bored and need something to read, instead of focusing on the crash coming from the field.

“Rogers! Barnes! Quit screwing around and run your play!” Bucky’s lips were tugged into a smirk, and he found himself glancing over his shoulder toward Steve, blue-green and blue meeting before the sharp sting of the whistle from their coach redirected their attention.

Your fingers ran over the ridge in the stadium seat over and over, treating the hard edge like it was a stress ball rather than something to be sat on. Your eyes had been glued to the field as they ran play after play, each more impressive than the last, with pristine functionality.

Though you didn’t understand the exact details of their practice you were amazed by the speed and the force that was put behind each whip of the ball or tackle that would’ve rendered you a pancake on the turf. It was improbable that you could have ever been as quick on your feet or carried enough strength to throw a man into the grass without hesitation, though it was almost amusing to imagine yourself on the field with them.

When practice had first started, you were debating with yourself to read the book you had brought with you, thinking that there would be nothing interesting about the players going at each other like modern gladiators, and yet you were deridingly entranced.

You were so taken by the team, so enamoured by the skills and tactics they had used on the field, leaving you caught by surprise when someone had come to sit beside you.

A shock that resulted in you finally using your book though not as intended, rather it was a weapon to whack the unsuspecting and young alpha across the shoulder and bicep with as much force as you could muster.

“I’m part of the team!” The brown hair and brown-eyed alpha had squeaked, batting you off with a wave of his hand and a plea for you to quit beating on him. “I’m Peter!”

“Announce yourself!” You huffed in retaliation and shoved your book back into your bag, side-eyeing the alpha when he settled himself beside you, rubbing his sore shoulder and bicep.

He didn’t inherently give you the impression of being an alpha you should have feared or wanted to get away from, rather he almost seemed as if he could have been an omega like yourself.

This alpha looked younger than he probably was and while he seemed smaller than almost all of the players on the field, a second look at him gave you the impression that he was not as weak or frail as you may have suspected.

“If you’re on the team then why aren’t you on the field?” Your suspicion of him had tapered off just enough to not hit him when he leaned forward and leaned in, his hands folded in front of him.

“Well, technically I’m on the team. I’m a freshman and second-string. Second string-“

“You’re a backup player, I get the gist.” You drew your eyes away from Peter, glancing toward the field and the two alphas who drove you mad.

Steve and Bucky were speaking to one of the defensive players, the one you thought was defensive end, the three of them speaking quietly amongst each other in a little troupe of gossip that had only been cut short with the sharp whistle. The last play of practice had been called and as the players took their positions and readied themselves to run the ball, Peter had spoken again.

“So your Steve and Bucky’s omega?” He drew your attention toward him, looking at you with curiosity, his brown eyes reflective and reminiscent of a puppy dog gaze if you had ever seen one.

“I’m not their omega, I’m their friend.” You corrected Peter, gaze flitting back and forth between the game and the alpha beside you, humming under your breath after the final play had gone through and been run to near perfection.

Steve and Bucky didn’t spare a thought, they hadn’t waited a moment before they yanked their helmets off and set them on the bench, planning to retrieve them later after they had come to greet you. You decided to meet them halfway, and after you had gathered your things, you started making your way down the stairs of the stadium.

You were stopped halfway down, your nose scrunching as you picked up the heady scent of sweat and grime from the turf and any residual dirt, the aroma making you grit your teeth. You wanted to protest any physical contact with the two alphas, planning on making a demand for a shower first, however, Steve and Bucky had taken the chance from you.

Bucky had grabbed you first, encasing his arms around you with an overeager reach. He lifted you from the stands as if you weighed nothing, his voice coming out in a seductive purr, almost as if he was a cat rubbing against its favourite scratching post.

“You stink! Bucky get off!” You whacked his arm repeatedly, squeaking when you were handed off to Steve, the latter who hugged you just as tightly, nonchalantly scenting you with their natural aromas and what they had picked up from practice.

“Steve! You need to shower-“ you groaned, your hands pushing at his chest until he set you down. The two alphas had looked down at you with matching beaming smiles and eyes brightly cast upon you.

“Dinner, bean?” Bucky tilted his head, cocking it like a curious puppy or kitten. “We can start tutoring?”

“You need showers, both of you. You smell disgusting.” You winced, yanking your bag from the ground to drape it over your shoulder, eyeing Steve and Bucky with mild annoyance. “Your scents are overpowering.”

“Shower, then dinner?” Steve alluded, generally hopeful that you would say yes without a moment’s hesitation.

“You just practiced for-“

“-now we’re hungry. Come on, Bean! We’ll pay. Please….?” Bucky’s bottom lip protruded, his eyes boring into yours with unkempt familiarity.

“It’s not about money, Bucky. It’s-“

No matter how you had tried, no matter how annoyed or vexed you were, you couldn’t come up with a quantifiable reason why you could or should deny them.

No matter how hard you thought or tried to resist the two alphas who were standing closer to you than you anticipated, and had been amorously drawn to each other as they were you, you felt yourself cratering and crumbling like a brittle piece of plastic.

You were giving in, caving in on yourself with little resistance and the more you tried to think of reasons to deny them, the harder it was to think of anything justifiable.

“Take a shower. You stink.” You scrunched your nose and shuddered, stepping away from the two of them. “And then…”

“And then…?” Bucky grinned, reaching his hand out to brush your hair off your shoulder.

“Dinner. As friends. That’s it.”

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙, & The Stars ✨

Chapter 7: Dark side of the moon

word count: 6.6

warnings: angsty, butterflies (I know it makes no sense but you’ll see & I know some people hate bugs), mentions of a physical attack, insecure Bucky, insecure reader, mentions of death, talk of Bucky’s past

A/N: there is a lot going on for this chapter but I hope you like it!! We’ll see a bit more of Mrs. Levy 👀👀

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Ch. 6

Sam walks into their apartment about 30 minutes after dropping you off. He finds Steve and Bucky making out in the living room, both almost completely naked, their soft moans fill the silence. They stop to look over and find Sam watching them. An eyebrow quirked upward at the scene laid before him.

“Did you just get back?” He asks Bucky as he walks further into the apartment.

“Uh- no I uh- I got in around 3:00.”

Sam stops and looks between Bucky and Steve.

“Were you in debriefings all afternoon?”

Bucky shakes his head after sitting up straighter on the couch. The answer has Sam frowning.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were back?”

“Steve told me you were out with Y/N, I didn’t want to bother either of you.” Bucky looks away.

“You wouldn’t have bothered us, she asked about you.” Sam walked toward him and lifted Bucky’s chin, “I’m glad you’re back safe.” He said and placed a kiss on his lips.

“How did it go?” Steve asked. The three men had agreed to keep their bond closed off while they were with you unless it was necessary. Any time spent with you was a step closer to establishing a relationship and more.

“It was good, she loved the Polaroid and the festival.” Steve pulled Sam down to the couch and ran his nose up Sam’s neck. He could smell the sweet scent that was just you mixed in perfectly with Sam’s and it was intoxicating.

“What did you two get up to?”

Sam smirked, “A good alpha doesn’t kiss and tell.” He got up from the couch and headed toward their shared room.

“I’m gonna shower but Buck, baby, you should call her. She’s worried about you.”

Bucky nods and watches as Sam walks into their room. He sighs and his shoulders sag.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t think I’d get a chance to be with an omega and Y/N is good, so good. I just-”

“Buck, don't do this to yourself. Focus on the fact that you do get the chance. Call her tomorrow will ya?”

“I will.” He smiles.

“Good, now let’s go see if Sammy needs some help getting clean.” Steve smirks as he leads Bucky into the bathroom. He didn’t see Bucky’s smile falter at the thought of calling you. It wasn’t you, it was him that he was worried about.

You walked into the busy cafe searching for Steve and Sam. As much as they insisted on picking you up you told them you would meet them there. They had a longer break than you so it made sense if they ordered for you while you made your way down the two blocks. You smile when you see them sitting towards the back and you quickly make your way to them.

“There she is.” Sam announces, having seen you walk in.

“Hi Sam,” you give him a quick kiss before turning. “Hi Steve.” you smile as you peck his lips.

“Hello beautiful, here let me get your chair. The food should be out soon.”

“Thank you. How is your training going?”

“You know, same as always. There are a few promising candidates and some that need work.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re just distracted. I know I would be if you were training me.” you smile at the way Steve blushes. It’s the comfort that they provide, the sense of safety that allows you to be this carefree in conversation.

“Well I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be doing a lot of training if you were a recruit.” Sam smiles when you giggle.

Just then the waitress walks over and sets your food down. She asks if you need anything else and then she’s gone again.

“How’s work?” Sam asks.

“Busy, Mrs. Levy is really getting on my nerves lately. I don’t even know what I did to make her hate me.”

“Want me to go by and charm her.” Steve asks with a wink.

“Yeah, grannies love Steve.”

“No way, she’ll think I’m corrupting you or something.”

Both men laugh.

“Come on, she can’t be that bad. And you’re the sweetest person we know. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.”

“She really doesn’t like me. So I’m not sure, we don’t even work together technically. But it’s whatever I try not to pay her any mind.”

“That’s our girl.” Sam says.

You enjoy your meal, sharing bites of food with each other and laughing. It was so natural to be with them like you really are meant to be together. One thing is bothering you so you ask.

“So have either of you heard from Bucky?” You look at Sam and then Steve when you feel them tense up beside you. “I just… it’s been a few days since I’ve heard from him. And I know that it’s a mission and he’s busy but I’d assume they would check in with your team right?”

“He didn’t call you?” Steve asks but he isn’t really looking at you, his eyes or fixated on Sam.

“No, I haven’t heard from him in a few days. He’s not hurt is he?”

Sam shakes his head. “No but,” He hesitates. “He's back. He said he would call you yesterday.”

“Oh.” That hurt. He had been back but didn’t bother to at least let you know he was ok. Was he rejecting you? You weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong but you didn’t want to find out at that moment. “I-Um I should head back, my lunch is almost up.” You get up, avoiding their gaze.

“Sweetheart, wait.” Steve calls out as you move through the cafe quickly. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath when a group of people block his way.

“We should head back. Let’s find out what happened.” Sam says as he puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky sat on the couch in his therapist’s office again. His leg bounced as he waited for this session to be over.

“What seems to be troubling you, James?”

He shrugs his shoulders but won’t meet her eyes. The room is quiet, suffocating for Bucky. All he wants to do is leave, maybe see you. To apologize for disconnecting. He hopes Steve and Sam won’t tell you he’s back already because he’s sure that you’d be upset that he hadn’t reached out. You sounded disappointed when he had to cancel your date. But he was doubting his abilities as an alpha again. That voice in his head that reminds him of all the bad he’s done. Telling him he doesn’t deserve to have you, that you deserve better. Or worse, that you would get hurt because of him.

“How was your last mission?”

“It was fine.”

Dr. Fink sighs again and writes a note down. She allows him to sit in silence, she’s been working with Bucky long enough to know that he’ll eventually say something.

“I almost hurt a woman on this mission. A bystander. She’s an omega.” He started saying. “One nightmare that I keep having is about this one particular mission I had when I was the Winter Soldier. There was limited intel on the person so the last thing I expected was to find him trying to protect his omega. I can still hear her cries as her mark was removed.” Bucky’s voice cracks at the end and he clears his throat. “This omega, from the mission, looked like her. I thought I was seeing a ghost. Reminds me why I don’t deserve to have an omega.”

“But?” Dr. Finks eyes him curiously.

“I met someone. Actually the three of us have.”

“An omega?”

He nods.

“How is that going? Dealing with three omegas.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s just one. See we met her at different times but it turned out to be the same person. She’s been through hell and despite that she’s sweet, kind. I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

“How did you meet? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I was out with the team and I stepped outside for some fresh air. I caught her scent so I followed it. When I found her some prick had her pinned to a wall. She was fighting to get free.”

“You helped her?”

“Of course I did, I couldn’t let her get hurt.”

She nods as she writes something else down.

“Seems like you should listen to your alpha instincts more often.”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

“Have you and your partners discussed the possibility of courting this person?”

“We did and we are. I think they’re at lunch with her right now actually.”

“But?” Dr. Fink prompts again.

“What if she finds out what I did? The thought of her being scared of me… it's just, I don’t know what I would do. It would be easier to pull away now than to allow any real feelings to develop.”

“James, the only thing that I can tell you is that you have to talk to her. Be honest and let her choose if she wants to continue the courtship.”

“What about Sam and Steve? They’re smitten.”

Dr. Fink puts a hand up to stop him. “This isn’t about them, it's about you. Now in every relationship there are things you compromise on, your mental health and well-being is not one of them. So talk to her, let her decide and then talk with Sam and Steve.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“What has got you down Sweets?” Jonah asked as he walked up to your desk.

“Nothing.” you answer way too quickly.

“Oh come on. You’ve been pouty since you got back from your lunch date. Did Sam or Steve do something? I’ll kick their ass. I know I’ve said this before but I don't care that they’re avengers.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards in a small smile before you turn to someone handing in some papers. They give you a quiet thanks and head out of the building. You turn back to find Jonah looking at you still expecting an answer.

“I’m fine, really.”

“You know, if you’ve changed your mind about them you can end the courtship.”

“I’m not the one that changed my mind.” you mumble as you turn to put away the papers.

“Did they end it? Is that why you’re upset?”

“No, it’s just last week Bucky and I were supposed to go on a date on Friday but he called earlier in the week and canceled because he had a mission. Which I understand, it’s his job. He had called and messaged me but then the calls stopped. So today at lunch I asked about him and Sam and Steve said he was back and that he said he would call me yesterday but he never did. What if he doesn’t want to see me anymore? Or what if I did something wrong?”

“I highly doubt you did anything wrong. Maybe something happened on the mission and he just needed to clear his mind.”

You shake your head. “Then why lie to Sam and Steve? Maybe this is for the best.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t look for a way to run away from this, you deserve to be happy and they make you happy. I know it’s scary, especially after everything you’ve been through just get yourself some answers before you make a choice.” Jonah sighs as he walks around the desk to give you a hug. “I have to get back but call down if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Bucky had left his therapist’s office and wandered around the city for a while. He knew there was a chance you were aware that he was back already and Steve and Sam would know he didn’t call. He scolded himself, part of him was trying to push you away on purpose. To protect you and keep you away from more darkness, how could he possibly make you happy if he had done horrible things to innocent people. The other part of him was scared. Steve and Sam were part of his world, they knew the risks they fought them everyday. But you weren't, and sure you’ve seen violence but that was in the past. What if you knew what he had done and you hated him? Or worse, what if you were afraid of him? He could only picture the look of horror on your face if you knew the truth. You would realize that he wasn’t a good man, a good alpha. But then he remembered how you held on to him when he first met you. How you held on to him in the lab. He cursed under his breath and he realized the only way to end this guessing game was just to tell you and let you make the choice. Bucky took out his phone and called you, it rang a few times and then went to voicemail. He called again and left a message. Were you mad? Possibly and he couldn’t blame you. Bucky looked at the time and realized you should be leaving work so it was strange you didn’t answer.

Bucky: Hey darling, I was wondering if we could talk? I can stop by your apartment if that’s ok with you.

Bucky stared at his phone for what felt like hours until three little dots appeared and disappeared and then a message popped up.

Darling: can’t talk @ hospital

His heart stopped. Has the pack from the alley found you again? He should have made sure they would never be able to get up. In a panic he messaged Nat asking to track your phone to know which hospital you were at. Once he knew Bucky messaged Steve and Sam before racing over wanting to make sure you were ok.

If someone would have told you that your Monday night would end with you accompanying Mrs. Levy to the emergency room, you would laugh in their face. But here you were. Waiting to hear word on the condition of the older woman. Your phone rang and you saw Bucky’s name pop up on your screen but you declined the call, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk to him yet. Your phone lights up to see a message from him. Two cops walked into the waiting area and called your name, waving you over when you looked up. You shoot off a quick to let him know you can’t talk and walk over to the officers. The detectives introduced themselves and started asking you all sorts of questions. As they finish and hand you a card with their number, your phone goes off.

“Hi Steve.”

“Sweetheart are you ok? Bucky said you were in the hospital.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m here with Mrs. Levy, someone attacked her outside of work.”

“Is she ok, did she see who did it?”

“I’m still waiting for someone to come out. The guy knocked her down and had his hand around her neck when I walked out. Then when he realized I was there he tried to attack me. I fought him off though.” You said as if it were no big deal.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I fought the guy off. So thank you for teaching me some self defense.”

“Well I’m very proud of you sweetheart, but you’re sure you’re not hurt?”

“I’m sure. I have this really great teacher and I’ve defeated Captain America.”

He chuckles. “Well if you’re sure. Call us when you’re ready to leave we can pick you up and give Mrs. Levy a ride too.”

“I will. Bye Steve.”

“Bye sweetheart.”

You hang up and place your phone in your back pocket. Turning around to find a nurse to ask about the older woman you’re instead faced with Bucky. He was scanning the waiting area with rising panic until he looked in your direction. His shoulders sag when he sees that you’re in fact ok. A nurse moves back to her station and you turn to her and ask about Mrs. Levy’s condition only to find that they were finishing up some x-rays. When you turn back Bucky is closer to you. You want to ignore him but he looks like a kicked puppy. Truthfully, there is a part of you that wants to go to him. Your hindbrain is urging you to go to your alpha after not seeing him for so long. Bucky moves first though and he stands in front of you with a guilty look in his eyes.

“I should have called, I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He says as he finally looks at you.

“Why didn’t you?”

He sighs and looks around before looking back at you. “Do you think we could talk somewhere a little bit more private?”

You nod because you want to know what’s going on with him. Bucky takes your hand and moves towards a small waiting room that is currently empty. He paces a little before looking at you. You stand close to the door with your arms crossed over your chest and wait for him to explain.

“I’m sorry, for everything.”

“Are you rejecting me?” You ask because it’s all you’ve been thinking about since you had lunch with Sam and Steve.

“What? No. I could never reject you.”

“Then what’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

Bucky shakes his head, a permanent type of sadness in his eyes.

“I’m afraid you’ll be the one rejecting me after this.”

He looks up at you again. You stand there still waiting for an explanation and as much as he’s scared that you’ll be afraid of him he tells you most of his past. The things he’s had to do and how he had to hurt omegas. As much as Bucky would have liked not to do this, he told you the truth as ugly as it might be. The whole time his scent spikes with distress and fear. He sighs when he’s done and prepares himself for the inevitable rejection but it doesn’t come.

“I know.” Is what you say to break the awkward silence. “I’ve known since the day after we met.”

He looks at you confused but stays quiet hoping that you’ll elaborate which you do.

“Ricky thought he knew you from somewhere so he googled you. He found those documents that were released when shield or whatever it's called fell.” You sigh before you move closer to him, you try to fight back the tears at the thought of this being what ends your relationship. Although the spike in your scent gives you away. “I hate that you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve it. But Bucky I know what a bad alpha is, I lived most of my life around them. I know what it feels like to be afraid for my life because of one. The same way I don’t know everything you’ve been through, I haven’t shared everything my family put me through. I’ve never felt afraid around you. Quite the opposite actually. But if this courtship is going to hurt you more than be good for you then maybe it’s best if we just end the courtship now.” you said even though you don’t want it to, but it wouldn’t be fair to force Bucky into a relationship if he doesn’t want it.

“You don’t wanna reject me?” Bucky asks, sounding more like a scared pup than a scary alpha.

You look at him and you shake your head. Bucky takes a few tentative steps toward you, he stretches out his hand for you to take. You look at his hand and then him before closing the gap. Your arms are around his waist and you hide your face in his chest. The tension slowly dissolves from both your bodies and scents. When you finally feel his arms around you, you cry before looking up at him.

“One chance, it’s all you get. I want to be with you and with Steve and Sam but I don’t want to question what my place in this pack is.”

“Never again. I’m so sorry darling. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” Bucky said as he cups your face.

“One more thing.”

“Anything.”

“Please talk to me if you feel like this again. We can work it out.”

“I will, I promise.”

A nurse calls out your name and you turn to the door before turning back to the alpha in front of you. You reach up and kiss him quickly. It was soft and sweet and his lips chased yours for a moment before they connected.

“We’ll talk later, go home.” You instruct before walking away. Bucky watched you disappear around the corner. He had one chance, he admired that you didn’t just submit to him. With the thought of making things right Bucky finally heads home.

Bucky walked through the door of the apartment. As he expected they were in the living room waiting for him. Sam had been resting his back against Steve’s chest, but the position still allowed him to turn his head and look in Bucky’s direction at the sound of the door. Both men sat up straighter at the sight of their mate as they waited for an answer.

“So what happened?” Sam asked what both he and Steve had been wanting to know.

“She gave me one more chance.”

Both men breathed a sigh of relief. And they moved around so that Bucky could sit in between them.

“I have an idea on how to make it right, but I think I’ll need your help.”

“Anything for you and our girl.” Steve says before leaning in and kissing his mate’s cheek.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder. Confused as to what was happening you sat up and scanned the room, realizing you weren’t in your apartment. Instead you find yourself in the living room of none other than Mrs. Levy. There was a blanket draped over you and as you recalled the events of the night before you know you didn’t have one when you fell asleep. You give the older woman a confused look before she turns and sits down on her purple recliner. It was odd, her home was so colorful, full of knick knacks and photographs.

“Are you ok? Do you need something?” You asked her.

“No,” she replied, her voice hoarse due to the fact that she had been choked by the alpha that had attacked her. “It’s barely 6 am, I wasn’t sure if you were going to work.”

“Oh damn. I do have to go home and change.”

“I made coffee, have some before you leave.”

You stopped in the middle of folding the blanket and looked over your shoulder. The whole interaction from the time you found Mrs. Levy being attacked by an alpha next to the dumpster until this moment has been the most confusing moment in your life. Perhaps it was the fact that you fought against the assailant in order to help her or the fact that you were the one to not only go with her to the hospital but stay and then take her home that maybe pushed her to offer you the beverage. But something had changed between the two of you.

“Thank you, I’ll get some in a minute. Where do you want me to leave the blanket?”

“Leave it there.”

You nod and head into the kitchen and you find a mug on the counter next to the coffee maker. Mrs. Levy also left out creamer and sugar for you to use. Once you’re done making your cup of coffee you walk back toward the living room.

“Is there anything you need before I have to head out?” you ask as you sit back down and take a sip of the warm liquid in your cup. She sat there quiet, deep in thought as she observed you. “Is there anyone I can call?”

She shook her head and for the first time since you’ve known her, Mrs. Levy looked sad. You’d always known her to be grumpy but lively.

“My son, He’s in California and my daughter… she’s…” she looked toward the wall of framed photographs and sighed. “You remind me so much of her.”

You were taken aback not only by the confession but of the tears that now trailed down her cheeks. Unsure of what to say, you kept quiet and let her continue. Her eyes took in every inch of your face before she spoke again.

“She was such a good person. Always laughing and ready to help anyone that needed it. She didn’t let being an omega stand between her and her dreams. You’re the same way, but you have more fight in you. I wish she would have fought back against that alpha of hers. Maybe she’d be here now.”

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Levy.” You say as you reach out and grab her hand.

“Ophelia.”

“What?”

“My name. You’ve saved my life, I think we can be on a first name basis.”

You nod in agreement and give her hand a gentle squeeze and you let go of her hand but she grabs yours again.

“You didn’t deserve the way I’ve treated you. I hope you can forgive me for it.”

“Of course I can. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the loss of your daughter on your own. But from now on if you need anything you have me.”

“I don’t deserve your kindness.”

You stand up after having finished your cup of coffee. “Well I believe in giving people second chances so with all due respect Ophelia, but it sucks for you. Because now you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

She smiles a little, it was more like the ghost of a smile but it was there and it was meant for you. You went back to the kitchen and washed the mug you had used and then dried your hands off. As you walk back into the living room you grab your purse and phone that you’d left on the dining room table.

“Ok, I’m going to head out now but call the center if you need anything. I’ll be back once I’m done with work and I’ll bring dinner. If that’s ok with you.”

“You don’t have to do any of that. I’ll be fine.” Ophelia said as she slowly walked behind you towards the door.

“Well I want to.”

She shakes her head and opens her mouth to protest.

“Please let me do this.”

She’d notice the spike in your scent. Sadness she’d noted and her eyes softened as she looked at you.

“Ok.”

You smiled at her and turned to open the door.

When you returned from your lunch break the last thing you expected was to see gifts from your alphas waiting for you. There was a box of chocolates from Steve, a cup of coffee from your favorite coffee shop from Sam and a beautiful bouquet. It had blue hyacinths, pink roses, white tulips and lily of the valley. There was also a note attached to it although you assumed that it was from Bucky, you hoped they were anyway.

Be ready tomorrow at 7:00 pm.

-Bucky

You smiled to yourself as you took in the scent of the flowers and wondered what Bucky might have planned. Grabbing your phone out of your purse you open up the group chat you had created with all three alphas but hadn’t used yet.

Y/N: thank you, everything’s amazing. 🥰🥰

Steve: you’re welcome sweetheart.

Sam: Anything for you! 😉

Bucky: So I'll see you tomorrow?

Y/N: Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Bucky: Can’t wait.

The following day had been strange. The day somehow felt like it dragged on but was over quickly. Maybe it was your nerves over the date with Bucky. Although you gave him one more chance, part of you felt as if he would cancel again. So you were surprised when Jules showed up towards the end of your shift with a few bags in her hands.

“Want me to call Ricky?” You asked as you reached for the phone.

“No, I'm here for you.”

“What for?” You ask as she placed a few bags on the counter in front of you.

“I came to drop these off. They’re for your date tonight.”

“How did you know?”

“Bucky called and asked for a favor. I, of course, was more than willing to help.” She beamed. “I knew you’d go over to Mrs. Levy’s after work and you also don’t know where you’re going so I brought you an outfit.”

“Thank you Jules.” You got up and out of your chair to hug her. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Oh honey, you’ll be just fine and this date will be great. Trust me Bucky is more nervous than you are.”

“Ok, well I’ll just let him know to pick me up from Ophelia’s apartment.”

“Who the hell is Ophelia? Are you trying to replace me?” She said in mock shock but you chuckled.

“Mrs. Levy. She told me to call her by her first name.”

Jules stares at you wide eyed. “But you and the boys have always told me how horrible she is to you. What happened?”

“Monday night happened. And she opened up to me a bit. Jules, it's so sad her daughter was killed by her alpha and her son is in California. She’s all alone here.”

“So you can’t help but relate to that.” She said in understanding while you nodded.

“And she apologized. Everyone deserves a second chance, why should I deny her of it? Of course I’m still a bit cautious but maybe this can change our relationship.”

“Who knows maybe she’ll even help you get ready tonight. It’ll be cute, like a mother helping her daughter.”

A little pang of hurt stirred in your chest. If your parents hadn’t been the way they were, would your mother be helping you get ready tonight? It’s sad that you would never know but maybe Jules was right and that gave you a little hope.

“Well I’ve got to go but have fun and call me after because I want all the details.”

“I will, thanks Jules.”

You had been running back and forth from the living room to the bathroom as you grabbed the last few things you needed. Jules had surprised you not only by helping Bucky but by the dress she had brought. It still had the tag on it but it was your size. It was a beautiful 1940’s style dress with shoes and accessories to match, almost. After debating for a while you couldn’t help but realize the jewelry you were wearing didn’t really match the dress.

“Ophelia,” you called out as you headed to the living room once more. “Do you think this necklace looks good with the dress?”

The elder woman looked at you head to toe and then shook her head. She stood and began to walk into her room, leaving you confused.

“Here, you can borrow these.” She held out a black velvet box. You took it and opened it to find a match set of pearl earrings and a necklace.

“Oh I don’t think I could, they're too beautiful.”

“Please, I insist.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s a courting date right?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, do this old woman a favor. I never got a chance to see my daughter wear them. They were a courting gift from her father.”

You smile as you take the necklace out and put it on followed by the earrings. Mrs. Levy beams as she looks over you again.

“Perfect, now you still haven’t told me much about him.”

“Oh, well um,” you suddenly got nervous. “He’s an Avenger.”

“Really? How exciting.”

“And um we’re true mates. Well he and his 2 other mates are my true mates.”

“You are being courted by three alphas?”

“Yeah,” you say nervously.

“Are they all avengers? Are they treating you well?”

“Yes, they’re amazing and so kind. Steve had even taught me self defense. It’s how I was able to get that alpha away from you.”

“Steve as in Captain America Steve Rogers?” She asks, curiosity piqued.

“Yes and Sam Wilson, you know Falcon.”

“Oh I used to have such a crush on him when I was younger.” She laughed as she thought about her school girl crush.

“I could introduce you if you’d like?”

“I don’t know, I think I’d embarrass myself.” She laughs again and shakes her head.

“Nonsense, he’s really sweet.” The buzzer goes off and suddenly you realize you’re not completely ready.

“Go finish up, I'll let him in.”

You could hear the muffled conversation through the bathroom door as you finished applying your lipstick. With one final look in the mirror you take a deep breath and head out. While your dates with Steve and Sam had been fun and light you felt as if the weight of the relationship depended on whether this one went well.

When you step out of the bathroom and peak into the hallway, you see Bucky’s back and Mrs. Levy’s signature scowl. You did your best to keep from laughing as she poked Bucky in the chest.

“You better treat her right, you hear me young man?”

“Yes ma’am.” You heard Bucky answer as you got closer. He heard your approaching footsteps because suddenly all eyes were on you. He looked slightly terrified of the older woman but his eyes softened when he looked at you. A cheesy smile on his face. “Darling you’re breathtaking.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He did look good. He wore a suit and his hair was styled and combed back. Bucky extended his hand and you realized he had brought you flowers. You took them and brought them up to your nose and inhaled deeply.

“Thank you Bucky, they're beautiful.”

You both stared at each other for a moment. Matching smiles and thundering hearts.

“You plan on standing here all night?” Mrs. Levy asked.

“No, we should go, darling.”

“I’ll put those in a vase for you.” She offered and you gave her the bouquet. “Remember what I said.”

“I will ma’am.”

“Bye Ophelia.”

“If he tries anything, kick him in his knot.” She whispered as you passed by and you chuckled.

“I will.”

With that you walked out of the apartment, you were hand in hand with Bucky. All possible nerves were gone, it was like that with all three of them.

“Please don’t do that.” Bucky said as you got to the stairs.

“Well then don’t try anything.”

“What if I tried to kiss you?” Bucky stopped at the bottom and pulled you in by the waist.

“I might let it happen. At the end of the night. But we won’t have one if we don’t go.”

He chuckles and grabs your hand before heading toward the door.

It shouldn’t have surprised you but it did. They were a pack after all and they were working together to court you. So when Bucky pulled up to the botanical gardens you smiled at the thought of him asking Steve and Sam for advice. You had mentioned in passing that you loved this place. Bucky opens your car door and extends his hand to help you out.

“Shall we?” He smiles as he offers you his arm and you take it.

“What exactly are we doing here?”

“Well I could tell you or I could show you.” He says as he leads you inside. A security guard stands by the door to let you into the now closed building.

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss.” he gives a small nod as you pass him by.

You don’t really pay attention to where Bucky is taking you, instead you pay attention to the flowers that line the path. It isn’t until Bucky stops that you look up. A large closed sign stands before you but Bucky moves it.

“I hope you like it, ready?” You nod and Bucky opens the door.

Fairy lights line the walkway above you. They bathe the path in warm light as you take the first few steps in. You’re still confused until you see something flutter by you. Soft lights hidden within the plants turn on and it’s when you realize where you’re at. The new butterfly exhibit. A smile immediately appears on your face, this exhibit isn’t set to open for another few weeks but already you can see that it will definitely be popular. Dozens of butterflies glide along around you as Bucky puts a hand around your waist and guides you further in until you reach the center of the room. There is a table, a picnic basket, a speaker as well as the camera Sam had given you. That was most definitely Jules doing. Strings of fairy lights are the only source of light but they’re bright enough to let you see all types of butterflies fluttering around.

“Bucky,” you say softly, you look up at him to find him already watching you. “This is beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now, may I have this dance?” He stretches his hand out to you and you take it. Bucky takes his phone out of his pocket with his other hand and connects it to the speaker but when he tries to play a song it won’t play. You chuckle as you grab the phone from him and check to make sure it’s connected properly.

A song starts playing through the speaker and you hand him the phone back.

“I hope you don’t mind but I changed the song.” You say as the music plays. “I always think of you when I hear it.”

Bucky takes you in his arms with a smile and sways as the music fills the otherwise quiet area. It was a song that you’d heard a while back and the first time you heard it after they made their intentions of courting you clear, you had associated it with him. The song was short but Bucky let it play again. When it ended the second time he pulled back slightly just to look down at you.

His eyes were full of adoration and hope, and his lips connected with yours. The kiss is everything he is. Sweet and gentle but somehow there was still a slight urgency to consume you completely. To mark you as his, and you let him. When Bucky finally pulls back, due to the need of oxygen, you notice his lips were tinted slightly red with your lipstick and he cheeks with a slight blush. His smile was blinding and you couldn’t help but smile back.

As a new song began to play, Bucky led you in an actual dance. It felt good being able to hold you. Bucky knew he could never be the same man he was in the 40s but that didn’t mean he had to forget him completely either. Falling in love with Steve and Sam was different, he knew that. He could be rough if he needed to because it’s who he was now. But with you he could let the walls come down, he could be vulnerable and caring. He could let the alpha from the 40s shine because you needed soft and gentle and he realized he could give you that because you gave it to him. In that moment you both knew there was no going back and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Ch. 8

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milk and honey

pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)

word count: 7.9k

Summary: “Are you sure about this, Steve?” Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot”

or - alpha’s Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship.

Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where it’s just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+

a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne

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“Hi! How can I help you?” A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steve’s ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin.

Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.

A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.

“Um, sir?” The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.

“S-Sorry, I, uh…” Steve trails off, clearing his throat. “I’m looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought I’d come in to see what you have.”

The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. “Well, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?”

Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. “Yeah, that’d – that would be great. And, um, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?”

She nods again, her smile widening. “Yeah! Here,” she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, “I have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.”

Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips – and for a moment he wonders if it’s flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.

He doesn’t do that. Of course not. He’s only just met her, yet there’s already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.

Suddenly, though, he’s slamming into her, not having realized she’d stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.

The Omega squeals and grasps Steve’s biceps to steady herself. But, even after they’re both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. It’s silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega he’s now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to find her words.

And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.

“S-Sir?”

“Steve,” he says quickly. “Um, my name is Steve.”

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“My name is Steve.”

Steve.

This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you can’t help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. He’s just so… manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. There’s also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.

It takes a moment, but you’re able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.

“Um, I-“ You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that you’re at work.

“So, uh, were you thinking of any… pencils you might want?”

Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.

“Whatever you think is best.”

And that’s how Steve bought way more than you suspect he’ll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“I’m hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.”

The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.

“Yeah!” Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. “That sounds fun.”

You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think you’d never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.

His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about ‘bad timing.” When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,

“Sorry, guess I have to go now.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. Here’s the flier.”

“Of course,” Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.

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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he can’t use his hands.

“Babe? What’s with all the noise – what the fuck?” Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.

“Oh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?” Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.

“So,” Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. “What’s all this?”

“Oh…” Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. “Well, I went to the new art studio that’s down the block.”

“Yeah, I see that.” Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. “Did you buy out the whole store?”

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.”

“I do,” Bucky confirms with a nod. ��But I feel like you’re hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.”

Right then Steve’s heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steve’s nervous.

“Well, you see-“ Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was talking with the owner and she… God, Buck, I think she might be… we’ve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what we’re looking for. She’s so sweet, so beautiful, just so… perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelt.”

For a minute Bucky doesn’t say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steve’s words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, they’ve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just haven’t seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steve’s eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.

“Are you sure about this, Stevie?” Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot.”

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Three days later it’s another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.

Due to the rain and cold, there weren’t many people in the studio. In fact, it’s just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.

And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you don’t hear the bell ring above the door.

You also don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you can’t help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.

“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.

Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you don’t knock over your painting. The man’s hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.

It takes a moment to realize that you’re staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.

“N-no, it’s fine! I should have been paying attention,” You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the stranger’s smile lets you know that it didn’t work.

You can’t help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isn’t thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until you’re finally able to speak.

“How can I help you?”

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“How can I help you?”

Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. He’s heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he can’t help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these… intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person he’s ever felt this way with was Steve.

Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said you’d be perfect for them.

“I’m waiting for my…” Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasn’t single you probably wouldn’t be open to his advances, and would probably think it’s weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.

“My friend. And I haven’t seen this studio before.” Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though you’re avoiding his gaze.

“I’m Bucky,” He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you’re stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really can’t stop himself from smiling.

“And it’s lovely to meet you, darling.” Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesn’t have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that you’re, at the very least, open to his advances.

“S-so, um. Did you want to look around?”

Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. “The main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class you’re hosting soon. I thought I’d come in so you can meet your new student.”

“Oh!” You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. “I’d love it if you could come! To be honest, I’ve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.”

“Oh, don’t do that. There are plenty of people who’d love to come, your business is new so it’s going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, I’ll be sure to tell all of my friends.” While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.

“Oh, gosh,” Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. “Well, that’d be very kind of you.”

Bucky chuckles, nodding. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Plus, it’ll be nice to see you again.”

Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.

And just as you’re about to reply, Bucky’s phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.

“Well, I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go now,” He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight you’d miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.

You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. “No, it’s fine! Besides, I’ll see you at the class, right?”

“Oh,” Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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“Who the fuck was that?” A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see it’s Tori looking exasperated.

“I have no idea,” Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing he’d come back in.

“Why do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!” Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression.

“They’re bringing their friends to the art class, maybe you’ll meet one too. Besides…” You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. “Maybe he wasn’t even flirting? I mean, I haven’t lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!”

You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.

“Babe, Steve was flirting with you too.” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. “You may be shy, but you’re not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.”

“Okay, let’s say they do like me… there’s two of them and one of me. I don’t know if I’d be able to choose between them, especially since I don’t even know them. I wouldn’t want to lead one of them on.” Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.

Because, let’s be honest, you’re not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe that’s how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them don’t like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.

But it’s fine, because maybe they won’t show up to the class, maybe they’ll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and you’ve never really been one to take risks.

Maybe that’s why part of you is hoping they’re not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact you’re interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know she’s planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll help.” With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Bucky’s hands settles on his mate’s waist while looking at the bag of food in Steve’s hand.

“You get everything?”

Steve scoffs, moving Bucky’s hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mate’s heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. “Yeah, I did. Now…” Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.

“How did it go?”

Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, he’s really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though he’s just met you, he knows you’ll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.

“God, Stevie…” Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. “I get it. I get what you were saying about her. She’s just - just the loveliest Omega I’ve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that you’d be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.

“So, how do you want to approach her about it?” Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.

“Well, she said that she’s hosting an art class, we can go to that.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. “Don’t you think that would be a little… intense? Plus, it’s not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if she’s uncomfortable with it?”

Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. “Well, we’ll just talk to her one at a time then. We’ll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.” At Steve’s pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.

He knows Steve really wants this to work out. He’s a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and it’s become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give Steve everything he wants and needs.

“It’s going to be fine, Stevie.” Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other man’s lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.

“You promise?” Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.

“I promise.”

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Ever since the day you met Bucky, he’s been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which you’re pretty sure he’s not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And it’s a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and you’ll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.

Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.

And it’s confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.

Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether it’s by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to “steady you” should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, he’s gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how he’s fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that he’s mechanically and physically capable.

And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. You’re in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You don’t worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.

You hear her chipper “Hi! How are you?” and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?

The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a ‘friend’. And then it hits you, it’s Bucky.

Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Tori’s out there.

And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, “So, you’re Bucky, right?”

Before you have time to think you’re rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.

Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “Yeah, how’d you know?”

You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. “Oh, I’ve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one you’ve been flirting with, you know?”

You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Tori’s back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You can’t miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.

“Yeah? I’ve been flirting?” Bucky winks at you over Tori’s shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.

“Mhm,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -” Suddenly she’s being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.

“Okay! That’s it, you have to study!” You snap, glancing up at Bucky’s amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. “And don’t come out until you’re done with all three chapters!”

Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like you’re on fire, like there’s no part of you that isn’t burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you can’t bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.

“Hey,” He says softly, though still humorous. “It’s okay. She was right, you know?”

You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. “What do you mean?”

“I was flirting with you. Is that okay?”

You’re no longer burning up, no. You’re ice cold now. It’s almost as if you’ve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Bucky’s been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?

“Oh.” Apparently, that’s all you can decide on, though you’re snapped out of your haze upon seeing Bucky’s face fall slightly. “No! It’s - I mean, it’s o-okay, if you… you know, are.” Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.

“Well, I’m glad.” Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.

“I can’t stay long today, unfortunately. But…” Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “I just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.”

“Like… like a - a date?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and you’re positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a date. Even though I’d very much like it to be.” Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.

Now, you’re not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that you’ve known him you’ve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.

But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.

Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.

He’s not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever you’re speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. It’s all so… charming.

His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steve’s bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.

Interactions with him give you similar feelings when you’re with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, you’d hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell you’re developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.

And hours ago you’d given Steve a timid ‘yes’ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.

“Okay.” Despite your inner turmoil, Bucky’s bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves you’ve been feeling.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, hopeful.

“Yes, I-I’d love to go on a… date. With you.” This time you can’t stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.

“Awesome,” Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze you’ve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Y-yeah! Of course,” Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?

At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you weren’t having an out-of-body experience.

“Okay, darling.”

Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.

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Soft. Warm. Gentle.

Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.

It’s ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.

It’s you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someone’s behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And there’s Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunette’s hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.

It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. He’s close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.

“Alpha!”

Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.

“Stevie?” Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. “You okay, Alpha?”

Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.

“Y-yeah, I’m, fuck…” Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. “I’m good, baby. Just…”

“Just had a wet dream?” Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I could hear you whimpering from the shower.”

Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steve’s hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. “I heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. She’s perfect, isn’t she? She’s so small compared to us, bet we’d break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.”

Bucky’s hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well you’d take them, how sweet you’d be for them, how he’d let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything he’s given, gripping the sheets tight enough that he’s sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.

But what really sets him off is Bucky’s growl, “I had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.” Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and he’d be embarrassed about how fast he came if it weren’t for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.

It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until he’s finally able to open his eyes and meet Bucky’s playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when you’re not even theirs, but he just can’t bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle actually being with you.

But they hadn’t even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesn’t matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.

“So,” Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steve’s cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. “You feelin’ better about today?”

Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didn’t want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steve’s been worried. He doesn’t want to back out, God no. He just… he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.

What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize they’re mated? What if you’re disgusted and don’t even want to be their friend? What if -

“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. “Stop thinking too hard, it’s going to be fine.”

“But-”

“No, Steve.” Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mate’s. “I promised you, didn’t I? I promised that everything would work out and I’m going to fulfill that promise today. We’re going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.”

Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steve’s lips.

“She likes you, baby. And she likes me. That’s why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesn’t seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, it’s going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.”

Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.

“I love you, Alpha.”

Bucky smiles back and says, “I love you too, Alpha.”

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“Okay, okay, okay,” You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. “Everything is going to be okay. They don’t know you’re going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.”

Sighing, you mumble another ‘I can do this’ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.

“Jesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?”

Tori laughs, smirking. “Sorry, I just thought I’d tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didn’t want to interrupt your pep-talk.”

Oh shit, in your panic you didn’t even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.

“He’s not my Alpha. He’s just… an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.”

Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that you’re actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.

Oh God, how am I going to survive today?

Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.

“Whatever you say, babe. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. It’s Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d bring all of his friends.

There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.

There’s just one person missing; Steve. It’s only two minutes from twelve, and you can’t help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesn’t actually want to see you.

It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.

“Um, hi, Bucky,” You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.

“Ah!” The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. “Hello, darling.”

It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.

You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. “Um, I… It’s nice of you to come.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.

After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. “I hate to break up your moment but it’s time to start.”

“Oh! R-right.” Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but it’s also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.

That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.

The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.

Fuck.

“Sorry I’m late, I got held up.”

“No, it’s - it’s fine!” Your heart rate increases again, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.

“O-okay, everyone, let’s get started.”

Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Bucky’s occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Bucky’s friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.

Still, it’s going well.

It’s not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve won’t stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.

But, fate has other plans. Because Bucky’s friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide you’d think it’d hurt.

But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who don’t know each other. You’re standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know you’re going on a date with both of them.

Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?

It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.

“Hey, darling,” Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes you’re frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.

But you’re panicking. Because you’ve already decided that they’ve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.

“Guys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didn’t know how to choose because I don’t want to choose between you two because you’re both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when you’re probably not even interested anymore because why w-”

“Darling!” Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.

“It’s okay, honey,” Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.

“I-It… It is?”

They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“We have something to tell you, darling.” Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. “We… planned this. We didn’t want to tell you upfront because we didn’t want to scare you away, because we really like you too. We’re… Steve and I are…” He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.

“We’re mates. And we know it’s not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isn’t common either, so we didn’t want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. We’ve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed because we can be… a lot. We’re sorry we lied.”

By the time they’re done speaking, you think you’re dreaming. No, you’re positive you’re dreaming. They’re mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common. Even still, that doesn’t bother you. You’re big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didn’t want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.

But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you can’t even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.

“Oh.” Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why can’t you just say anything?

“Do you… Do you not want to date us?” Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.

“No! I- I do! I just… I’ve never dated two Alphas. I don’t mind that you’re mated, really. I’m just not used to…” You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steve’s face makes you smile too.

“You’re not used to what?” Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.

“To being wanted this much, I guess.”

You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.

“How about this,” Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “We’ll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you don’t want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.”

Well, you’d never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so there’s not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, it’s just your anxiety that’s causing you to doubt their feelings.

But Tori’s voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, that’s what you do.

“O-okay. Tomorrow is good.”

Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.

“Here, we’re going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.”

You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when they’re about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling?” Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | knotting

pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader

warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.

word count | 859

an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!

imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 🤤 (nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick 😉)

steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head 💕

thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss 😏

the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury

the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it 😔🙏 you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back

sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"

bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"

"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax

he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length

and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers

"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise

it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes

"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"

the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given

seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"

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biteofcherry · 3 months

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Honey Not Vinegar Masterlist

alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader; dark!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: You're a means to an end for Captain Rogers, but he makes you feel like he really cares. Perhaps with time he really will, if you prove to be an obedient omega?

warnings: manipulation; gaslighting; mild verbal humiliation; praise kink; dark!Steve Rogers; his softness serves only manipulation, it’s not because he’s actually soft; alpha!Steve Rogers; dark!avengers;

Main Story

He forbids it because he cares

#finally made a separate masterlist for this universe #steve rogers x reader #alpha!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #alpha!steve rogers x omega female reader #honey not vinegar masterlist

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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

WARNINGS: A/B/O Dynamics, Sexual Themes, Polyandry, M/F/M, Angst, Mentions of violence, Alpha x Omega, Ruts and Heats, Threesomes, Oral (F and M recieving), Eventual Soft!dark themes, Manipulation, Breeding Kink, Graphic depictions of violence, Dark Themes.

PAIRINGS: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark Kent, Soft!Dark Clark x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve x Reader.

CHAPTERS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

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holylulusworld · 25 days

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Second-Hand

Summary: He only wants you.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader

Warnings: mentions of rejection, scenting, a/b/o, mentions of feral alpha, fluff

Written for @caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge #4.

I chose the prompt: "The scar on my neck? My Mate broke our bond and left me."

The alarm is so loud you can barely think. Red lights indicate that something terrible must’ve happened at the Avengers Tower.

“Y/N,” Bruce storms inside the laboratory, searching for you. “I need to get you out of here. It’s the Captain. He’s out of control.”

“Captain America is out of control?” You worriedly look at Bruce. “What happened? What do we do now?”

Bruce grabs your hand to guide you out of the laboratory. “We’ve got not much time left. His alpha took over and you are the only unmated omega in this building. The others try to keep him under control until I got you somewhere safe.”

“What did he do?”

“He trashed his room and almost attacked Tony,” Bruce grabs your hand again to guide you toward the nearby elevator. “He’s growling like a beast. I fear he’s gone feral.”

“Feral,” you whisper. “If he goes feral, he’s lost forever. We need to help him. I need to help him. The world needs him. The Avengers need him.”

“Y/N, we can think of something after I brought you somewhere safe. We can’t waste more time.” Your boss tries to guide you toward the elevator, but you shake his hand off. “Y/N?”

“I can help him,” you say, and step away from Bruce. “I know you mean well, but people, especially alphas calm in my presence. I think it has something to do with my scent.”

“This is insane,” Bruce calls after you. It’s too late. You dash along the hallways, following Steve’s scent. It’s distinctive. No other scent ever lured you in or made your toes curl.

“Where are you going?” Your boss is chasing after you now, desperate to stop you from making a grave mistake. “He’s going to hurt you! Y/N, please stop. Don’t do this.”

You’re unstoppable. Bruce may be the Hulk, but your instinct makes you run faster, and faster. You don’t know what you’re going to do when you find Steve, but you must help him.

“Y/N?” Tony asks when you push him out of your way. You stop right in front of the room they locked Steve in. You purr low in your throat and sniff at the door. “You need to get out of here. He’ll tear the door down if he scents you!”

It’s too late. Steve slams his body against the door, making it creak.

“OMEGA!” He growls your presentation. “Mine!”

“What happened? What caused him to lose control so easily?” You press your ear against the door to listen to his heavy breathing. “Mr. Stark. What happened?”

“He came back from a mission, pumped up with adrenaline. We couldn’t save them all,” Tony whispers to not rile Steve up even more. “We tried to calm down, but Steve was out of it. He blamed himself for losing two of the hostages - and then he scented you.”

“Me?” You don’t understand why your scent drove Steve up the wall. He never acted differently around you.

Most of the time he gave you a short hello, and a genuine smile. You never talked for long. Only the usual interaction with someone working at the same place. He’s not one of your colleagues, and you are not one of the Avengers. It’s that simple.

“I’ll go inside and try to help him,” you move your hand to the door handle. “Whatever you hear, don’t come inside.”

“Y/N, you don’t know what a feral alpha is going to do to you,” Bruce finally caught up with you. He places his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off.

“I know exactly what alphas are capable of,” you turn around to look at Steve and Tony. “The scar on my neck?” You remove your scarf to show them the scar they didn’t dare to ask you about. “My mate broke our bond and left me. That’s all I got left of him.”

“A feral alpha is something else than a douche letting you down,” Tony tries to stop you, but you already unlock the door. “Y/N!”

“I told you to not interfere.” You slip inside the room and slam the door shut behind you. “Lock the door and don’t come in.”

Steve sits on the floor of the padded cell, cradling something that looks like the cardigan you’re missing. He sniffs at the fabric and purrs low in his throat. “Hi, Captain.”

He’s lost in his instinct, not even hearing your soft voice calling his name.

You kneel on the padded ground and slowly move toward Steve.

“Steve, I need you to calm down and look at me.”

“Omega,” Steve dips his head. His eyes glow when your scent hits his sensitive nose. “Omega!”

He drops your cardigan to the ground and pounces on you. You try not to scream when he grasps you. He buries you under his body, holding your trembling form in a tight grip.

Unlike everyone expected, he’s surprisingly careful and gentle. Steve nuzzles you and sniffs at your neck. “Mine.”

“I once had an alpha calling me his mate. He was possessive and passionate until he found someone better. His true mate.”

“Mine,” Steve kisses the scar on your neck, focused on taking the pain of your broken bond away. “Omega.”

“If you want me, I must tell you that I was claimed before. He left me,” you close your eyes, and enjoy feeling Steve’s warmth surround you. “I’m secondhand.”

He nuzzles your scar. “I don’t care. You’re mine. I’m your alpha.”

“You’re my alpha.”

Tags in reblog.

#caplansweeklywritingchallenge #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader #a/b/o #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Brat Taming: Part 9

Fingers flexed against his hip and a pair of warm lips danced against the back of his neck, a warm broad chest pressed against his. He hummed under his breath and pushed back against the body beside his, the tip of his nose twitching as scents and smells hit his consciousness.

Jake felt himself being ripped from the dream world with every soft subtle flex of fingers on his bare hips, the flutter of lips and the strong scent of black coffee hitting his nose.

“Morning.” The sleepy sound had come with a rebuttal, a soft stroke of flesh against flesh before he had turned and rested his back against the mattress.

Even with blurry vision from his glasses being folded on the nightstand, Jake could make out the form of Ransom laying beside him, now half hovering above his chest. Ransom was watching him, his eyes were still guarded as they usually were, but his lips were slanted into a soft crooked grin, and Jake had parted his lips to speak again only to find himself cut off.

Ransom had leaned down and brushed his lips against Jake’s, kissing his omega tenderly and softly. There was no urgency in the kiss, no rush or need to devour Jake like he and Ari had the night before. It was a physical and emotionally connected greeting to further rouse Jake from sleep, to introduce him back to the waking world as it rose around him.

“Good morning, puppy,” Ransom spoke against his lips before he slowly pulled away and fell back to the bed as Jake had, though his hand had snaked across his bare stomach to rest against his chest.

He had turned his head to study Jake, committing every feature, every mark and crevice to memory as if Ransom was afraid that it would fade from his mind at the nearest point. He had studied Jake while Jake had stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. Jake’s bottom lip was trapped between his teeth and his hands were hooked behind his head as he revelled at the moment with Ransom in bed, all while listening to the sound of Ari messing around in the kitchen.

“You’re beautiful.” Ransom had muttered softly, and almost out of place, reaching for Jake once more. “You are a beautiful omega.”

Jake shivered against Ransom’s touch, preening yet becoming electrified as the alpha had touched him, as the alpha had felt him in every possible way that was as cathartic as it was endearing.

Jake was a shivering mess against Ransom, he was becoming transfixed by the way Ransom’s fingertips had stroked Jake’s flesh. It was almost as if Ransom was trying to feel Jake because there was a part of him that didn’t think he was real, almost as if Ransom didn’t believe he was worthy of his love.

“You are more than you think you are.” Jake had repeated the quote he had once heard, mumbling it in conjecture with Ransom’s soft strokes. “You are a good alpha, you are a good man.”

Ransom kissed him again, he slated his lips against Jake’s and cupped his cheeks to pull him closer. Ransom had brushed his thumbs back and forth against his flesh, the tender exchange was as endearing as it was gentle. Ransom had pulled away and exhaled against Jake’s lips, the warmth of their bodies radiating to each other in the moments they were close.

When Ransom had started to get off the bed, Jake’s gaze followed him as the blanket dropped and Ransom stood bared to Jake. His strong and smooth back was garnering Jake’s attention, the focus of his studious gaze as he ran over every inch of Ransom until his alpha had pulled a soft white shirt over his head, and a pair of cotton boxers up his legs and over his hips.

As Ransom had gotten dressed enough, he turned back and leaned on the bed, eyes sweeping back over Jake. Ransom had chewed on his bottom lip before he cupped Jake’s chin and stole yet another kiss, the brush of lips against lips was short and Ransom had ended the kiss before Jake could lean too heavily into him.

“Up, pup,” Ransom spoke against his lips. “Levinson is cooking for you.”

“For me?” Jake sat further up on the bed, the blanket that had been draped across his body falling in a crumpled mess. He had run his hands through his hair as an action to keep his hands busy, feeling surprisingly bashful about this display of affection.

He was used to this care and this love from you, he was used to the way you both cared about each other. You had been friends, you’d been in love since childhood and that love had morphed into intense devotion. You and Jake had always been together, you’d always been there for each other.

Your entire relationship had been built on the tender moments between both of you, the nights when you had cooked dinner together or ordered take-out and binged whatever show you wanted on Netflix. Jake and you had gone to target in your matching onesies, you’d created blanket and pillow forts in the middle of your apartment for living room campouts.

You took care of each other, but it wasn’t often that Jake had experienced being taken care of.

This felt new to him, this act of intimacy was unexpected. It felt incredibly intimate, the acts of being cared for by Ransom and Ari despite nothing inherently sexual taking place this morning.

It felt as if Jake could let his guard down as if he could afford to let himself be vulnerable around Ari and Ransom the way they wanted him to be. The relationship wasn’t restricted to sexual acts and physical intimacy that had been vibrant between the three of them so far, but it was deeply rooted in emotional connectivity.

It had just taken Jake longer than he expected to feel it.

“Yes, pup.” Ransom reached for Jake’s, hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss his knuckles. “For you.”

Jake leaned against the headboard and exhaled slowly. He heard Ransom leave, he saw him departing the bedroom and waited until the door had closed before he run his fingers through his hair again.

He had closed his eyes, remunerated on the feeling of growing closeness that drew himself, Ari and Ransom together. Jake had waited a moment to gather his thoughts before he departed the bed and grabbed a pair of loose-fitting joggers, yanking them up his legs. He remained bare-chested, only adorning himself with the joggers and his glasses before he opened the door and slipped out of the room.

Jake crept out of the room and moved down the stairs, taking every stair and every step cautiously until he was on the cusp of the living room. He heard Ari and Ransom talking quietly among themselves in the kitchen, the low drawl of their voices beckoning him forward.

Slowly he stepped into the kitchen, almost as if he wasn’t sure what to expect from the two of them. He stood on the edge of the kitchen, bare-chested and barefoot, watching Ransom sipping on tea while Ari poured a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sweet creature.” Ari greeted Jake with a bright, warm smile. He had set the cup down and crossed the kitchen, first setting his hands upon Jake’s hips. Ari had leaned in and brushed his lips against Jake’s, stealing his omega's heart and breath at the very same moment.

Ari hummed into the kiss and pulled away from Jake as he whimpered into the kiss, drawing his hand across his pup’s belly. “I hope you’re hungry, there’s a lot here.”

“I’m starved,” Jake mumbled, his stomach growling aggressively to back up his point.

You turned in the mirror, admiring the lace overlay that encompassed the cream-coloured underlay of the dress that hugged your bust and waist. It was beautiful and breathtaking, it had felt as if it was tailor-made for you and you alone, with every detail somehow accentuating your features.

The dress had a gentle sweeping fullness that made the final hem fall to your lower thighs, with small delicate flowers sewn onto the overlay. The dress still needed to be zipped from the back however you were too busy admiring the details and the design, your fingers and hands constantly running over the flowers and the lace.

“Let me help you,” you hadn’t been aware that he was watching you from the doorframe until Steve had offered to zip your dress.

When he pushed himself off the door frame and cross the floor to meet you, you caught his reflection in the mirror and felt the immediate draw of attraction and desire hit you square in the chest.

He was a beautiful alpha, strong and masculine in every imaginable way without the heavy weight of toxicity that was so wicked in other men. Steve was the epitome of manliness to so many people and so many alphas, yet he didn’t carry any of the usual stereotypes that pertained to alphas or omegas.

“Please,” you drew your hair out of his way, shivering pleasantly when you first felt his fingers graze your back, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, beautiful.” His lips brushed your neck, dancing and trailing delicately like a brush against a canvas, and then you heard the sound of the zipper being drawn up the dress to close the open part. “Are you nervous?”

“About the trip?” He stood behind you, hands resting on your hips while his chest was flush against your back, his lips ever slowly moving along your neck and his teeth grazing your scent glands. “No, why would I…”

Steve caught your gaze in your reflection, his lips parting to place open mouth kisses against your neck and the space behind your ear. You could see it in his eyes, the doubt and the underlying urge for you to open yourself up to him.

He was beckoning you to trust him, to let him in and let him consume you wholly. He wanted you to allow him under your guard, to let your defences down so he could get to know you without any hesitation.

“I want you to mark me, while I’m here.” You exhaled, you revealed your true intent to him while he was feasting on your neck, while he was affectionately making you crumble against him. “Steve, I want you to be the first alpha who marks my neck.”

“Are you sure?” His question hadn’t come entirely from doubt, rather he was asking for reassurance. He was asking for continued permission to touch you, taste you and eventually have you trapped beneath his body while you were plugged with his knot.

Steve wanted you to be sure of your decision, he wanted you to be astutely aware of what this would mean for you. You knew that he would take his time, you knew that he would be ever gentle and careful as he marked and mated you. It was in his nature to make sure this was something you wanted without a shadow of a doubt.

“I trust you,” you repeated your statement, your desire, “I want you, Steve. I want you to be my first.”

“Later,” he hummed in your ear, drawing his hands from your waist to your hips, “not tonight, darling. Tonight I want to take you out, I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Before we go back?” You glanced over your shoulder, studying him as he drew himself away just to grab a jacket for you. “You promise?”

“I promise, sweetheart,” Steve spoke his vow against you, he promised his endearment while leading you out of the bedroom toward the front door of his apartment.

He slipped the jacket around your shoulders and while you were fidgeting with the buttons on the peacoat, Steve had grabbed the heels you were intending on wearing and gently raised your foot to slip the left on.

His fingertips tenderly stroked your ankle, the act so simple and unseemly yet it was undeniably erotic. He wasn’t doing anything that could have been considered even remotely sexual and yet it was affecting you more than you thought possible.

You were rooted to the spot and unyieldingly struck with innate hunger that sunk deep into your belly.

And then he looked at you through your lashes, he looked up at you with striking blue-green eyes, and you were made weak.

“Fuck.” You cursed loudly, the curse falling from your tongue when that desire and hunger had immediately been translated into the cursed stabbing jolt of your heat.

It was as if liquid fire had been injected into your veins, every atom and cell was about to combust. The fire was immense and sweeping, your legs had begun to shake as it pulsed into you. One throb after another, your heart racing from the violent twist of your stomach. You knew exactly what was happening, and it had come sooner than you expected it.

“Steve…” you whimpered his name and he immediately rose to his feet, cupping your cheeks while searching your eyes. “I can’t-“

“You’re in heat.” He finished speaking for you, he finished what you were trying to get out. “We can’t go out, it’ll be dangerous for you.”

“I guess mating and marking is happening sooner rather than later.” Your attempt t make a joke was kiboshed by pain that slammed into your belly, a jolt that was countered by Steve’s lips brushing against your forehead.

“Go get changed, sweetheart. I’ll order in, we’ll have a night here.”

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stucky x reader, where reader didn't present at a certain age so she lived most of her adult life with no designation, alpha stucky who could be mated alr, accept her into their small pack regardless and are v protective of her. One day though, during their mission she suddenly gets her heat; and not a bearable one, like heat heat. And she just smells so good and irresistible which drove the alpha's absolutely feral.

ps. i love your writing!!💗😍

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Pairing: alpha!stucky x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) p in v, fingering, canon level violence, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: I had most of this written a while ago and idk why I never posted it but it’s here now. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I love receiving requests for one shots or dribbles so please feel free I promise that I am working on them they help when I get stuck on other things

Never having presented the way all of your classmates, friends and family had made you an outcast. Did it hurt to be rejected by your family for not presenting? Yes but it didn’t stop you from achieving your goals. It’s how you entered Shield and became an agent. Your lack of scent was an advantage over the people you were fighting, with no alpha, beta or omega needs to tend to you easily became one of the best agents. It’s how you ended up working with the Avengers.

It’s also how you met them, Steve and Bucky the mated alphas. At first you had been extremely intimidated by them and anytime you had to interact with them you referred to them by their ranks. Little by little they showed you they were big softies. It’s how courting gifts started, your favorite coffee on your desk in the morning, a book you had mentioned delivered to your room. It was all so sweet but you had to tell them you didn’t have a designation and you didn’t want to lead them on if they wanted an omega.

“What if we just want you? We don’t care about designations.” Bucky asked as he held your hand.

“Me?”

“Mmhmm, we want you sweetheart.” Steve says as he stands behind you, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear.

“Even though I don’t have a designation?” It was almost too good to be true. The most desirable alphas wanted you, with or without designation. The thought of being theirs and them being yours made you shudder.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you.” Bucky says confidently but hopeful. “What do you say?”

A smile appears on your lips as you nod.

“We need you to use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes. I-I would like to be with you.” Steve turns you around and immediately connects his lips to yours as a small but deep growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He doesn’t get a chance to deepen it as Bucky pulls you away and begins to kiss you.

You having no designation didn’t stop them from continuing to court you. In the short three months you had been with them they always had small gifts for you when they came back from missions or they took you out on dates. Steve and Bucky never made you feel less than for never having presented. On the contrary they were very protective and anyone who even dared to make a comment about you had to deal with them. The super soldiers were caring, protective and sweet which made you fall fast, this was the first time in a long time in which you wanted to have a designation so that they could claim you properly.

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You loved going on missions with Steve and Bucky, it was always amazing to see them working. Sure they went toe to toe with other alphas but nothing compared to the Super Soldiers. This mission you were headed to was supposed to be easy. Bucky was supposed to set up with his sniper rifle not too far away, while you and Steve headed inside. Your job was to extract information from the servers after you, but mostly Steve, cleared the building.

Since starting as an agent you were always confident in your abilities but you knew there was something off today. You felt warmer than usual and your body ached, not to mention that whenever Steve or Bucky so much as walked by you wanted to pounce on them. Their scents were driving you crazy and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to try and get any type of relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by the alphas, they weren’t sure what was going on but they kept a close eye on you during the flight.

The mission was going off without a hitch for the most part. Steve cleared the building while you got to work on the servers. It was easy and if you hadn’t been preoccupied with the shooting pain that spread low in your belly you would have considered that it was way too easy. A whine escapes your lips as you try to focus on the task at hand before a growl gets your attention. It sends shivers up and down your spine and the bitter scent that hits you is just as unpleasant.

“Well what do we have here? I see they left me something to play with.” his lips turned into a wicked grin.

You put your hand up to your earpiece. “Alphas” is all you manage to say before the one before you lunges towards you and pins you down.

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Bucky had made his way down to the building from his position at Steve’s request. The building had been cleared and he had left you to do your part. They were both well aware that it was too easy to get into the building, it had minimal security considering the information it housed. Steve preferred to have Bucky close in case there were more issues especially if he considered that you were behaving a little out of character. They both had agreed on that and the fact that if they didn’t know you didn’t have a designation it felt like you had a scent. One that was sure to send them into their ruts if it had been stronger. Steve and Bucky were doing one more sweep of a lower level when they heard it. A faint growl but enough to make them turn back around and when they heard your voice through comms calling them alpha they nearly lost it. You had never referred to them by their designation.

By the time they get up two floors to your location the scent in the air hits them. It was intoxicating but laced with fear and both super soldiers knew they had to act fast. When they got to the hallway where the room you were in they felt pure rage. The door had been ripped off its hinges and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. But as they got to the room they only found your ear piece and a dead alpha on the floor. Their enhanced hearing alerted them to movement further down the hall and close to the stairwell.

They split up with Steve following the footsteps and Bucky trying to find you. At any other moment they would be calm and focused but you were in trouble and the men that had promised to keep you safe would stop at nothing to do so.

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“Y/N.” he says with his voice lowered so as to not scare you. His scent reaches you and you relax slightly. Bucky found you in a room hidden away from the others that Steve was following.

“Alpha, it hurts.” you whine from your spot in the corner of the room.

“I know, doll but I’m here. I’ll help you.” he coos as he finally gets closer to you. He’s fighting his instincts to claim you right on the spot, the sweet scent made stronger by your heat is driving him crazy. Instead Bucky focuses on using his own scent to soothe you.

As soon as he is crouching in front of you, you launch yourself into his arms. Bucky holds you close as he tries to find any injuries. The only thing he finds is a rip on your uniform and he’s furious, if the alpha wasn’t dead already he would have ripped his head off. But then Bucky feels the tip of your nose brush up against his mating gland and up his neck and he shudders.

“Omega.” When Bucky pulls back his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen and completely full of lust.

“Is everything ok?” Steve’s voice comes through the comms.

“Kind of. She isn’t hurt but she’s starting her heat, we have to get her out of here.”

“Meet me at the entrance. The jet isn’t too far and- fuck. Bucky you have to move her to a safer room. We have more guards coming in.”

“Fuck. Ok, moving now.” Bucky scoops you up and rushes out of the room trying to ignore the way you keep nipping and licking at his neck. He moves quickly until he finds a room he deems safe enough for you. He listens for footsteps on the other side of the door after setting you down on the table, at least he doesn’t have to worry about a sniper since there aren’t any windows.

“Bucky, what’s happening to me?”

“Doll, you’re presenting. You’re an omega.”

“Your omega?” you whisper, afraid that he’ll say no.

Your question makes his breath hitch. He turns towards you, his eyes dark and lust blown.

“Mine.” he says as he walks towards you with purpose. Standing between your legs as he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. He felt you trying to undo his belt and then the button on his pants but he stops you. “We can’t doll, you aren’t safe.”

“Please, need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He says as he moves to undo your belt and pants. With every passing moment your scent got stronger and so did your heat. Bucky knew he had to do something to help.

He pops the button on your suit pant open and then lowers the zipper, slowly his hand makes its way between your thighs. Running his fingers through your fold he groans at how wet you are. “This all for me ‘mega. Is this for your alpha?”

“Yes, alpha please.” you moan as you feel him circle your clit slowly. Your hips move on their own accord to try and get more friction. He captures your lips with his as he starts to pick up the pace, swallowing all your moans. “More, Bucky more.”

“I got you doll.” he says as he moves from your clit down to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes two fingers in until he’s knuckles deep. You whimper at the feeling. “Look at you so greedy, gripping my fingers so tight.” Bucky begins to pick up his pace before adding another finger. He curves his fingers stroking that spot that has your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your hands gripping on to his shoulders as the knot in your belly tightens.

“That’s it doll, be a good girl for me and cum.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers faster until he feels your walls clench and he hears you scream his name as the knot in your belly unravels. “Good girl.” he praises as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. You whine at the loss while you rest your forehead against his chest as you try to catch your breath. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans at the taste of you, Bucky freezes before he can say anything to you. His attention is on the footsteps rushing towards your position.

The door is kicked open and Bucky goes feral as the scent of the other alphas hit him. He hears all of them inhale and their eyes are fixed on you. Bucky moves so that his large frame keeps you hidden from them.

“We just want a little taste of your omega. She smells delicious.” One of the men says as he steps into the room. Bucky orders you into the corner of the room before he starts his assault on the men that dared even look in your direction. He’s fueled by pure rage and his need as an alpha to protect his omega.

As soon as the last of the guards hit the floor Bucky fixes your uniform before grabbing you and carries you out of the room as Steve tells him it’s all clear.

They rush from the building, Steve leading the way in case anyone else tries to stop them and Bucky has you in his arms. During this whole ordeal your head is fuzzy and all you want to do is strip your clothes and be close to them, taking in their scent. Somehow during this mess you ended up on Steve’s lap, while Bucky handled getting the jet off the ground.

“Alpha.” You call out to Steve. He growls when he hears you call him by his designation. Steve would never admit it but he’s wanted to hear you say that word for a while and hearing it along with your sweet scent and the slick that is pooling in between your thighs he’s sure to go into a rut.

“Omega?”

“Please, need to feel you.”

“You want my knot, sweetheart?” he coos. All you can do is nod. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes, I want your knot.” as you shift to straddle him. Steve rips your clothes off, your inner thighs covered in slick. He lifts you slightly so that he can lower his pants and boxers enough to free his already hard cock. In one swift move Steve buries himself in your wet heat, causing both of you to moan. No matter how many times you’ve been with them it always took you a moment before you could start moving. You relish the stretch and feel of him as you begin to move, His hands around your waist to keep you steady as you grab the straps on his shoulders. Rolling your hips a couple of times you moan as he captures your lips with his. Needing more, you begin to bounce on his cock.

“So needy sweetheart.” Steve groans “take what you need omega. Just like that.”

You mewl at his words as you try to move faster. Steve’s hands move to your hips and he begins to take control as he thrusts up into you. You throw your head back unconsciously baring your neck for him. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna mark you right here.” His teeth grace the junction between your shoulder and neck right where your mating gland is. “Do you want that omega?”

“Y-yes alpha, please.” You say in your lust filled haze, your eyes half lidded and glazed over as you hold onto his shoulders straps tighter. He continues his fast pace as one hand moves from your hip to your swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation causes you to clench around Steve’s cock. Pressure begins to build between your legs, you realize it’s his knot.

“I can feel you’re so close sweetheart. Let go baby.”

His words are all you need for your orgasm to wash over you with a moan of his name, his teeth sinking into your neck. You can feel the bond come to life as he laps at the mark he made. Then you feel his knot catch as his hips start to stutter. With one final thrust Steve spills into you as his knot locks you both into place. Exhaustion creeps over you and you lay with your head on Steve’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep as you hear him praise you.

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Your eyes flutter open and taking in your surroundings you realize you’re in bed just not yours. There’s a slight ache on your neck and you feel almost guilty but you’re not sure why. When you sit up your head feels fuzzy and you groan because of your sore muscles. The sheet that had been covering falls and reveals that you're naked and you’re flooded with confusion. As you look around the room you see a water bottle on the nightstand and you grab it, drinking half of it immediately.

The door opens slowly and you cover your chest unsure of who will walk in but you only see Bucky standing at the door. He smiles at you but as his woodsy scent, mixed with Steve’s warm and comforting scent, permeates through the room a small whine bubbles up and escapes you.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in a safehouse, doll. You presented during the mission.” He tells you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Bucky is breathing heavily as he fights against his most basest instinct to mate and claim you.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray in his hands but he doesn’t walk in. Instead he hovers around the door, guilt floods the bond. It’s a foriegn feeling to you and your hand goes to your neck as you trace the almost healed mark left there by the blonde alpha.

“Steve, are you ok?”

His smile is small, your question enough to get him to move and he places the tray on the bed opposite Bucky.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Fuzzy and hot… and really sticky.” you say and they chuckle.

“Eat first omega and then we’ll get you cleaned up ok?”

“Will you stay with me?” you mumble as you look at Steve.

“Of course.”

Steve moves to rest against the headboard and you immediately crawl on his lap. Steve and Bucky take care of you, doing exactly as they said they would, you eat a bit of the fruit that was brought in as well as some yogurt. Then Steve takes you into the shower so that you can wash up. With your new bond set in place though you want to cling to your alpha and he won’t say no to you. Even before you dated there was nothing neither him nor Bucky wouldn’t do with or for you. This moment was exactly what you needed, as you washed each other, it was intimate and comforting. You reassured Steve that you did want him to claim you and to hear you say those words lifted a weight off his shoulders and you felt relief wash over the bond. Once you were both done you headed back into the bedroom as you began to feel slick start to coat your inner thighs again.

This time Bucky would help you through it and you assured him that you also wanted him to claim you. It’s how you found yourself presenting for your alpha. A needy whine spills from your lips when you feel Bucky behind you.

“Alpha please.” you say as you look at him over your shoulder.

“It’s ok ‘mega. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes his already hard cock and slides it through your folds. The head of his cock hits your clit and the sensation has you mewling. He groans as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You wiggle your hips once he bottoms out, needing that friction more than anything.

“Please alpha, need you.” you beg over and over until he finally starts to move.

Bucky’s pace is slow at first, he wants to feel all of you. The way you flutter around him when the angle is just right. But the moaning and begging mixed with your sweet scent are all consuming and his pace quickens. Bucky keeps you in place by gripping your hips, the area will be sore tomorrow you’re both too far gone to care.

“Feel so good omega. Like you were made for me.” He growls as he snakes an arm around your body and up to your throat.

The hold isn’t tight but it’s enough for him to pull you against his chest. You take hold of his forearm and your nails dig into his flesh as he begins to tease your clit. The coil starts to tighten again low in your belly as Bucky continues to push you further into unbridled bliss. His breath hits your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me? Show your alpha how good you feel?”

You nod as a strangled moan escapes you. Your head lolls to the side as pleasure takes over you. The only thing you’re aware of is Bucky claiming you just as Steve had. His hips falter for just a moment and you feel his knot swelling, locking you in place. Bucky sings sweet praises in your ear as he moves both of you into a comfortable position. You try to fight off the sleep, you want to bask in the joy of this new development but you’re too tired and the warmth Bucky provides is your undoing.

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You walked back into the tower a week later hand in hand with Steve while Bucky offered to carry your bags. Their ruts had started a few hours after your heat began and the week at the safe house was spent being tangled up with each other. At first you had been caught off guard when they said they wanted you to claim them, it was almost unheard of. But you did it and it was one of the most thrilling moments of your life.

Once the elevator opened up to the shared floor the rest of the team slowly filed out to meet you. It was a series of congratulations and hugs for the three of you. Tony had been the most excited about the new development. He was your closest friend and you had confided to him that you wish you could have presented.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy, being rejected by so many people made you doubt what your purpose was. But being in Steve and Bucky’s arms you realized you were meant to be more than just an omega. Never in your life did you imagine that not only would you become a highly important member of a team dedicated to saving people but that you could still be an omega and kickass. You were more than elated that you didn’t present until now because you found alphas that valued you for more than your heat. They gave themselves fully to you so you gave yourself fully to them. And you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

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ownedbyfictionalwomen · 1 year

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˚‧✩ ੈin the middle* ੈ✩‧˚

alpha!ari x fem!reader x alpha!steve 18+ ongoing

the adventures of an innocent woman trying to navigate life with two rival alphas who want her: ari levinson and steve rogers.

until you understand: ari and steve are still getting used to sharing you. but when you start to have doubts about your relationship, they have to make them disappear... together. that doesn't mean that they'll like it. 18+

more coming soon...

!a collection of one-shots and drabbles set in the same universe. it is not necessary to read them in any particular order. if you ever have any questions about/prompts for their relationship and future stories, don't hesitate to send them to my inbox!

#ari levinson x female reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #alpha!ari levinson x reader #alpha!steve rogers x reader #daddy ari #daddy steve

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SERIES MASTERLIST

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NATASHA ROMANOFF

OMEGA MASTERLIST

Summary : Getting rejected to a head Alpha makes a toll, especially when dangers are roaming around

Pairing : Alpha! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Fem !Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warning : Violence, Smut, unprotected sex, marking, breeding, knotting, blood, nightmare, curse

Chapter 1

Warnings : Knotting, Unprotected sex (p and v), use and mention of sex toys, Alpha Natasha, Omega Reader, Possessive Natasha, Creampie, Cockwarming

Chapter 2

Warning : Yelling, curse word

Chapter 3

Warning : Curse, Fighting, discomfort, itchy, I think that’s all

Chapter 4

Warnings : Gun, syringe, nightmare, let me know if I miss anything

Chapter 5

Warning : Mention of blood

Chapter 6

Warning : Blood

Chapter 7

Warning : Mention of Blood, Mention of attacked, Thought of violence, arguing,

Chapter 8

Warning : Mention of death and crying

Chapter 9

Warning : Mention of blood

Chapter 10

Warning : Nothing

Chapter 11

Warning : Nothing

Chapter 12

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Honeysuckle

pairing: alpha!steve x alpha!bucky, alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au pt. 3

word count: 4k

summary: “Honey,” Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Bucky’s hulking frame. You don’t mind though, you’d happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldn’t pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphas day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.

or - your Alphas take such good care of you. their mere presence brightens up your day, so when your Alphas have a rough day you take it upon yourself to show them how good of an Omega you can be, that you can provide for them too.

warnings: 18+, mild suggestive thoughts, i apologize to ur dentists bc there’s so much fluff it might give you a toothache, omega is very shy and awkward but steve and bucky are fond and patient, fluff, kissing, tw for steve using 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, bucky needs some lovin’

a/n: this is dedicated to the loml @buckysbarne and @buckysprettybaby who also helped beta <3

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“Babe -“ Bucky sighs, his head hanging low and hands clenched into tight fists. “I’ll be okay.”

Steve huffs, walking up to his boyfriend and wrapping one arm around his Alphas waist, cupping his cheek with his other hand.

“It’s okay, she’ll understand,” Steve whispers softly, leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on his mate’s forehead before pulling back and guiding Bucky to look up at him. He quickly dips his head to kiss Bucky’s lips.

“What if she doesn’t?” Bucky mumbles, shame and embarrassment flooding his body.

Why can’t he just be normal?

The day started horribly; Bucky woke up at around seven in the morning from a particularly harrowing nightmare. He hasn’t had one of those in a while, so it was very unwelcoming. This one, unlike other nightmares he’s had, was terrifying in a way he’d never felt.

He knows they’re gone, that Hydra and its agents have been obliterated, but that doesn’t mean Bucky doesn’t occasionally get anxious over the ‘what ifs’ of any potential harm Steve could go through should Hydra get him.

This ‘what if’ manifested in the form of you getting captured too. Even if he and Steve haven’t mated with you yet, they both know in their bones that you were crafted by any gods that exist to complete them. And the thought of you and Steve getting taken from him is far worse than anything Hydra could ever do to him.

Steve had to shake him awake, and he hadn’t been able to stop crying long enough to explain what had happened. After ten minutes of shaking and sobbing into his mate’s chest, he was finally able to articulate the horrifying images that now plague his mind, Steve had held him close, and he had kissed his cheeks and forehead and hairline, all while cooing words of affirmation and love.

The day only got worse from there. After the dream, it started with small things; he burned his hand while trying to make coffee - then spilled the coffee all over his favorite shirt. He ran out of his shampoo and had to use Steve’s - and, listen, Bucky is fully convinced that he survived Hydra because the universe wanted them together again, but Steve could definitely use some better shower products. The whole ‘two-in-one’ thing just doesn’t cut it for Bucky.

But then they had to meet up with their teammates for a briefing over a mission that Bucky is really not excited about, and found out the original one-day mission was going to be three days. Three whole days without you? Luckily Steve is coming with him, but then he thought about you being without both of them and started getting anxious. Now, even though you all haven’t been together for long, and they both know you can handle yourself, they detest the idea of leaving you for an extended period.

They’d managed to sneak in a few texts to you. Wishing you a good day at work, sending heart emojis when you send them a picture of a cute dog you saw while walking to the studio - Sam and Natasha spent a long time trying to get the men to understand modern language - and sending you pictures of them while they were too bored to listen to Tony talk.

But then they went to a coffee shop intending to grab their coffee and rush back to their apartment to get a few things so they could pick you up from work and take you to the new ice cream shop that opened up a few blocks from your studio. Dark clouds came rushing overhead while they were waiting for their drinks, and they decided to wait out the storm in a corner booth.

But people were staring, giving them - mainly Bucky - nervous glances, and a few people at the table next to them ate quicker than someone usually would and then placed a wad of cash on the table before rushing out.

Suddenly the idea of getting ice cream doesn’t sound so appealing.

Steve noticed because he’s so attuned to his mate that he knows Bucky is dejected, Bucky is hurt, he’s tired. Tired of people still judging him. Tired of being accused of things that he had no control over. They didn’t stay long, deciding that getting soaked while racing home was better than being in a place that’s now making Bucky feel unsafe.

Bucky’s been fighting with himself ever since they got home and changed out of their wet clothes. He wants to spend time with you more than anything, and you’ve been excited about this date ever since they told you, and Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give you anything you want. But he really doesn’t think he can handle being in public right now.

His body is hurting with how bad he’s trying to force the negativity out of his mind enough so he can enjoy being with you, but it’s hard. And Steve telling him that you’ll understand that he can’t go out breaks him. His fists clench tighter.

Bucky wants to be normal for you. He wants to go out with his mates and not get worried about getting less-than-friendly looks at the three of you.

“I’m going to call her,” Steve says calmly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him in tight while Bucky’s body starts to shake with how badly he wants to cry. “I’ll call her and I’ll tell her that you’re not feeling well, but we’ll go to her studio tomorrow for lunch. Okay?”

Bucky takes a deep, shaky breath before nodding, trying his hardest to not blame himself when he imagines the look on your face as Steve tells you they have to cancel. Steve kisses his mate's forehead and then untangles himself so he can get his phone.

It doesn’t take long for you to answer, and Bucky can hear your chipper “Hi Stevie!” and suddenly he wants to cry harder. He also hears Steve telling you that Bucky isn’t feeling well and that they’ll come visit you tomorrow. You go quiet for a moment before asking Steve to pass the phone to your other Alpha. And when Bucky mumbles, “Hey, honey,” he knows you can hear that he’s holding back tears.

“Hi, Alpha,” Your sweet voice immediately fills him with warmth, images of your smile filling his head. “You’re not feeling well?”

“No,” Bucky clears his throat, trying to force himself to not feel bad about it. “I’m really sorry, honey. I promise we’ll make it up to you.”

You pause, and suddenly Bucky is worried that you’re mad. But before his mind can spiral into more negative thoughts, your voice - soft and shy - asks if he’s home. And when he tells you that he is, you simply say “good,” and then hang up.

Well, fuck. Bucky tries to convince himself that you’re not upset, but Steve can see that it’s not working well. And at his boyfriend's suggestion of a nap, he trudges upstairs, lying down in bed and wishing upon every star in the universe that you’ll forgive him.

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When you heard that Bucky wasn’t feeling well you immediately thought of the worst. Is he sick? Well, that doesn’t make sense, he’s a super soldier after all. Is he hurt? That’s a possibility, their jobs are tough.

Does he… not want to see you? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you dismiss it. Bucky and Steve have shown over and over that they like you and want to be with you. The word ‘love’ flashes through your mind but you dismiss that as well. It’s too soon, right?

No matter what’s actually going on, you know you need to make him feel better. As soon as you hung up the phone you gathered everything you needed to make apple pies. But then you faltered, what if he doesn’t like apple pie? Well, you have things to make brownies, and you know both Alphas love them. So you took out everything needed to make brownies with the intention of bringing them over when they were done.

But then a thought popped up. Would they even want you in their house? There were a few times when you told them they could come inside your apartment while you finished getting ready for a date night, but they politely declined. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now you’re worried you might be crossing a line.

You’ve just put the mixture in the oven when you decide that you’ll just drop them off and then leave. You don’t want to make them uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isn’t feeling well. While the brownies cook, you run to your bedroom to change into somewhat presentable clothes. You don’t bother getting all dressed up since you’re not going anywhere but your Alphas’ place, and even then you won’t be staying long.

By the time the dessert is done and put into a container, you’ve talked yourself in and out of going several times. Finally, after several minutes of having a mild freak-out, you gather the courage to gather your things and get in your car.

The entire drive has you a little on edge, though you know you have to do it. Not necessarily out of obligation, but because you want to make your Alpha’s happy. They’re always doing little things for you; buying you new plush blankets, getting you food on their way to visit your studio, Steve had even given you a sweater that both he and Bucky regularly wear - fully knowing and hoping you’ll use it for your nest.

Those men make you happier than anyone else ever could, you relish in their praise, your whole body lit up in flames whenever they get all sweet on you - which is all the time, neither man can resist kissing you, hugging you, telling you how you’re the sweetest Omega to ever exist.

They make you happy, and you will do everything you can to make them happy too. You want to be the perfect Omega for them, to show them that you can provide for them too, and that thought is what fuels you to park outside of their house and gather everything.

Your confidence wanes when you get to the front door, anxious again that the Alphas would be upset that you came over. You don’t even get a chance to think about leaving because the door opens wide, and Steve stands there with a smile.

“Honey,” He says, giving you that same longing gaze he always gives you. His eyes travel down to the container you’re holding, his smile growing wider while you cast your eyes down to the floor nervously. “What is that?”

A part of you wants to laugh, you know his heightened sense of smell can already figure it out. You don’t though, you merely shuffle on the porch nervously.

“W-Well I - um… I know Bucky isn’t feeling well, and I wanted to drop off some brownies for you guys.” Your eyes suddenly go wide, a small panicked noise leaving your lips. “Which I just now realized is probably not a good thing for Bucky to eat right now.”

You kind of want to smack your forehead. You were so focused on trying to be helpful that you didn’t even think of what would actually help Bucky feel better. Sensing your growing panic, Steve hums softly, reaching out and taking the dessert from your hands.

“That’s really sweet, honey,” Steve purrs, transferring the container to one hand so he can take your hand in his free one. “Thank you.”

An unexpected squeak leaves your lips, warmth filling your body as you squeeze Steve’s hand and smile up at him shyly.

“Y-You’re welcome, Stevie.” Your voice is soft, nearly indiscernible except for your Alpha with his advanced hearing. “Um, just… I guess you can text me later and tell me how they taste?” It’s phrased as an uncertain question because you don’t want to make him feel like he has to, but you desperately hope he does. You need their praise more than air.

“You’re not staying?”

That question has your head snapping up so you can look at him directly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you take in his equally confused gaze.

“I - um. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t want me to. I mean, you never want to come in my house, so I just figured you wouldn’t want me in yours.” Your voice comes out shakier than you’d like, and the hope that he’d invite you in is creeping up. “Which is fine! You - you don’t have to, and I don’t want to make you guys uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isn’t feeling well.”

Steve sighs, his scent souring a little as though he’s disappointed, and now you’re anxious over possibly saying something wrong. But when he senses your growing panic, he tugs on your hand until you follow him inside. And immediately, the aroma of both Bucky and Steve’s scent calms you down.

“Of course we want you here, sweet Omega.” Steve smiles at you again, pulling you further into the house until you get to the kitchen not far from the entryway. He drops your hand so he can place the food on the counter. The Alpha quickly moves toward you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you into his chest. Plush, soft lips land on the top of your head, and they linger there for a few moments.

As though he sensed your arrival, Bucky comes rushing into the kitchen with a wide smile.

“Omega,” He says, walking toward you and Steve with purpose so he can wrap around you too.

“Our sweet girl brought us some brownies since you aren’t feeling well.” You can hear the smile in Steve’s voice, and they both release their hold on you so you can turn around and face Bucky.

Bucky goes silent, and when you place your hands on his chest you can feel how his heart rate picks up. And after a few moments of simply staring into your eyes, his smile softens, his body relaxing.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Bucky’s hulking frame. You don’t mind though, you’d happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldn’t pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphas’ day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.

“Thank you,” Bucky mumbles into your neck as he presses soft and chaste kisses to the area. “You’re perfect.”

You can’t help the nervous chuckle that passes through your lips, nor can you stop yourself from shaking your head, immediately trying to deny it. While you love praise, specifically theirs, you don’t really feel like you deserve it sometimes. How can these two perfect Alpha’s possibly be interested in you? You’re not too sure why they like you, but you try not to think too hard about it. You don’t want to overthink everything and spiral into self-doubt, which would then lead you to sabotage the relationship, and you absolutely don’t want that.

“I-It’s nothing, really. I just want to make you feel better.” Your voice is small and shy, and you cast your eyes downward when Bucky pulls away from you to look at you with such intensity that it makes your entire body go warm. Your heartbeat speeds up when Steve steps back too and moves so he can stand beside Bucky and look at you directly.

“It’s not nothing, baby,” Steve sighs, reaching out and placing a large hand on the back of your neck and turning your head upwards so he can hold your gaze, and it’s absolutely impossible to suppress the shiver that runs down your spine. Oh, how you want to feel his hands on… other parts of your body.

“It’s thoughtful,” Bucky adds, lightly squeezing your hips. “We mean it; thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” You say softly, smiling at both of them and reaching out to place your hands on each Alpha’s chests. In a quick and bold move, you lean up on your toes to place a gentle kiss on Steve’s lips, then move over to Bucky.

Bucky, however, decides a single peck isn’t enough. Steve keeps his hand on the back of your neck and angles your head so it’s easier for Bucky to slide his tongue along your bottom lip and take advantage of your surprised squeak by slipping his tongue into your mouth. He swallows your little gasps and sighs, snaking his arms around your waist to pull your body flush against his.

The intensity of the kiss comes to a halt when Steve’s stomach rumbles. You and Bucky break apart with breathless chuckles, turning to look at Steve’s sheepish expression.

“Sorry,” He laughs, sliding his hand from your neck to the side of your face, and he smiles wider when you nuzzle and kiss his palm. “We haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“I can cook for you!” You say quickly, surprised with yourself by how fast you were to offer. You’re not the best cook, but depending on what food they have you’re pretty sure you whip up something presentable. Plus, your inner Omega is just aching to please them.

“You don’t need to do that, honey,” Bucky says, stepping back but keeping one hand on your back. “We can just order something.”

“Please?” You ask softly, smiling up at him and using the fact that he can never say no to your pout to your advantage. “I want to.”

Both men sigh, fully knowing that they could never deny you anything you want. So, they both nod, stepping aside so you can go to their fridge.

“You can just make something easy, it doesn’t matter to us.” Steve kisses your forehead, then smiles as he turns to look at Bucky while you go about finding something to cook. Pulling him in close, Steve quickly kisses Bucky’s lips and murmurs, “Told ya she’d understand.”

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“Told ya she’d understand.”

Steve chuckles when Bucky playfully shoves his elbow into his Alpha’s stomach. And Steve absolutely cannot stop himself from kissing Bucky again. And one more time. He can’t help it though, Bucky was feeling so awful earlier, and seeing his genuine smile and sparkling eyes fills him with happiness.

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky mumbles with a playful roll of his eyes, wiggling out of Steve’s hold so he can go sit at the kitchen island. Steve follows him, muttering “jerk” low under his breath as he sits next to Bucky.

The two men sit side by side, both with love-stricken gazes and twinkling eyes as they watch you flit around the kitchen happily, grabbing things here and there. They aren’t too sure what exactly you’re making, but it starts smelling good in no time. But the underlying scent of happiness coming from all three of you is what really strikes Bucky’s heart.

And in no time at all the food has been finished, and you make sure to pile their plates full of the food.

“I know spaghetti is boring, but I added a few spices so I hope you like it.” Your voice is soft and shy as you present them with their plates, and your rapidly beating heart showcases your nerves. You’re desperately hoping they like it - maybe praise you a bit for taking care of them.

“We’ll love it,” Steve says quickly, getting off the chair and walking up to you with a wide smile. “We’ll love anything you make us, honey.”

The squeak you let out makes both Alphas chuckle, giving you such soft gazes that makes you want to bare your neck to them in submission. With that, Steve and Bucky take their food and guide you to the couch in the living room, being careful as they sit down while Bucky pulls you into his lap.

They take time eating, occasionally feeding you despite your assurances that you already ate before you came over. They don’t care though, because they’ll be damned if they don’t dote on you for making them feel better.

And when the food has been eaten, Bucky gives you a glare when you offer to do dishes. “You’ve worked hard enough, honey,” Bucky tells you, wrapping his arms tighter around you to keep you in place.

It’s at that moment that Bucky realizes that this, the three of you under one roof, on one couch, is what home is for him. With you in his lap and Steve cuddled into his side, he knows that he’s the luckiest guy in the world, how can’t he be? He has his Alpha; the greatest love of his life, and you; the sweetest Omega to ever exist who’s teaching Bucky how to be happy in ways he never thought possible.

He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until you make a slightly distressed sound, your hands coming up to cup his cheek.

“Buck?” Steve coos, bringing up a hand so he can run his finger through his mate’s hair. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky sniffles, shaking his head as he wipes his eyes, then takes hold of one of your hands so he can kiss your knuckles. He smiles, so soft and sweet and innocent, smiling wider when Steve presses a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s stupid,” Bucky says with a quiet huff and shrugs. “I just… Today was shit, like, awful. And I’ve been happy all these years with Steve by my side, but other than right now, the only time I can remember feeling this happy was when I was finally reunited with him.”

Bucky briefly glances over at Steve, giving him that soft and adoring look he always gives him, then looks back at you and holds your gaze.

“You make me happy, Omega.”

Your eyes go wide, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Because, while you don’t know everything about what’s transpired in their lives and relationship, you know that it must be a pretty big deal for him to say this. And it fills you with a feeling dangerously close to love, but you can’t help it. Bucky’s been through the depths of hell and back, and he deserves everything good in the world. And you being able to give him some of that goodness just makes you want to cry.

“You-“ You cut yourself off, clearing your throat to suppress the waver in your voice. “You make me happy too. Both of you.”

“Good, Omega,” Steve purrs, reaching across Bucky to give you a tender kiss.

And when you break away from Steve, you turn to give Bucky a kiss as well, and Bucky? Well, Bucky is pretty sure (re: totally confident) that he loves you. He knows Steve does too, which makes everything easier. Knowing that they’re on the same page about their feelings for you gives him reassurance that maybe this could work out.

He wants to mate with you, he wants to be with you in every way possible. And when you pull away and smile at your Alphas with that sweet and tender way you always do, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, you want that too.

So who can really blame him when Bucky asks, “Will you mate with us?”

From next to him, Steve doesn’t visibly react, though his heartbeat speeding up and the flush creeping up on his face tells Bucky that he wants that too - they’ve also spoken about it in length, so he knows he’s not just speaking for himself.

All the two men can do now is wait for your answer with bated breaths. It comes only a half of a second later.

“Of course.”

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