#alpha Steve Rogers x reader

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Grain of Truth  -  part eight

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Soft!Dark Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader

Summary: You’re content with your quiet, peaceful life, but it suddenly becomes dangrously intense when an alpha, Steve Rogers, forces himself into it. You never believed nor seeked out the old fairytales of true mates, but Steve will make you admit there’s a grain of truth in every fairytale.

Warnings for this chapter: heat (mating cycles); smut; unprotected sex; knotting; cum play; A/B/O dynamics; marking; bonding; dominance; Dom/sub undertones; soft!dark Steve;

word count: 4.1k

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Grain of Truth previous parts:   

 | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Nine |

Heat pleasure always felt heightened. A sort of an euphoric high that you rode, until your body gave out and your brain shut off into sleeping mode. 

However, it was nothing compared to the intensity of going through it with Steve. 

The need for your alpha was skyrocketing, consuming you whole; mindless and animalistic. 

With any previous heat a few good orgasms from your fingers, or your toys, had you sated and smiling. The heat triggered by your alpha’s presence was like a fever that only grew each time he took you.

Wet and sticky, so full of him, so sore; and yet you mewled for him desperately when Steve forced you to take a break from his cock. 

You scrunched up your nose, glaring at him indignantly as he fed you pieces of chocolate bars and brought a water bottle to your lips. Nutrition wasn’t something you ever cared for in your heat, usually forgetting about anything beside little sips now and then. 

Maybe that’s what alphas were for during a heat - to satisfy your aching cunt and care for your wellbeing. 

You definitely preferred the first part. 

Which is why you tried to nibble on Steve’s fingers instead of the chocolate; why you rubbed yourself against his thigh like a needy bitch. 

He had to pin you down a few times, growling at you to behave and eat more. 

Honestly, Steve growling only made things worse. 

As did his hand wrapped around your throat and the heavy weight of his body trapping you in.

It made you keen and leak, a fresh rush of your potent scent provoking Steve's raw attack. 

Much later, when your determined to get wrecked brain switched off as your stomach grew taut with how much of his cum spilled past your cervix, Steve used your pliant body to sate his own never ceasing craving.

Still emitting faint heat hormones, just boneless and acquiescent, your body called to the alpha to claim you over and over. 

Even without you actively trying to climb him, too fucked out to even beg for his knot, Steve followed the mating instinct that drove him nearly mad with the need to take you again. Fill you again. Bite you again.

A few times he’d gratuitously allowed you reprieve; stroked himself as he watched your spread body and reminisced on the things he’s done to you. 

He came all over your belly and chest. A second time over your back and ass. Twice on your face, scooping splashes of thick, white cream and pushing them between your lips.

You suckled them clean so eagerly, your scent spiking again as the taste of his cum stirred the last flames of your heat from its lull; it made him painfully hard again. 

And so he fucked your boneless body without remorse. Hooked his arms beneath your bent knees as he drove deep.  

When his knot deflated and he slipped out of your fluttering pussy, Steve took a few deep, calming breaths. A short pause to let your body stop twitching from overstimulation. 

Then he kneeled up and cradled the back of your head in his hand, holding it in place as he nudged your lips with the tip of his cock. You opened eagerly, big glossy eyes staring up at him as he slowly rocked into your hot mouth to get himself hard again.

Hard enough to move your body into a new position and thrust inside you. The way you cried Alpha each time he stretched you anew, was the most intoxicating feeling.

The primal side of Steve swelled in triumph and delight as he finished for the final time and looked at you - your broken body quivering beneath him, belly slightly bulged, the imprint of his teeth on your mating gland.

A new day was brightening outside. The third one, Steve calculated. Or maybe fourth? 

What his frantic brain might’ve thought to be a few hours could in fact be close to twenty four. Not that he cared much. He could spend a week, or two, with you in the nest, if you asked him to. If you needed him.  

Though he suspected you won’t like staying much longer on the completely soiled fabrics. Much less remaining sticky all over. For now, however, you were unable to move an inch to leave the nest and Steve had no desire to separate from you. 

He dug between the layers of the nest and pulled out the least nasty blanket, draping it over you both as he settled on his side facing you. 

He placed a hand on your hip and your body rolled closer. It was an instinct to be as close to your alpha even in your drowsy state. 

Steve held you, arm loosely wrapped around you and his nose buried in your hair. He felt an indescribable, peaceful sensation spreading through him like a warm wave. A sense of joy and contentment. Of being in the right place.

Of belonging. 

You slept for a few hours and Steve dozed off along with you. The moment your consciousness began reconnecting with reality, he woke up as well. 

It wasn’t the bond, but the still heightened instinct to attend to your needs if the heat hasn’t fully subsided. 

But you only hummed and stretched alongside him. You rolled onto your back, eyes closed. You felt the heavy arm across your body, an intimate and possessive act that brought a faint smile to your lips.

You placed your hand atop Steve’s forearm, caressing his skin with delicate brushes of your fingers. When you moved your legs, muscles in your thighs spasmed and the burn in them returned. 

As if connected to the sensation, your core pulsed with soreness.

Oh! Your eyes fluttered open.   

So many sensations tingled in your body. An ache which you suspected would only spread once you tried walking. 

If you’d even be able to take a step, with the imprint of Steve’s cock and knot still fresh in your ruined pussy. 

But you never felt this satisfied, this… delirious bliss. 

You wanted to grin and laugh, and keep stretching even though each of your muscles would strain in reminder of the brutal tumble your body was subjected to for hours and hours. 

You wanted to curl into a ball and hide in your alpha’s strong arms; have his heavy weight on you and his breath on your neck. 

Your brain, still quite mushy from the post-orgasmic haze, suddenly pinged with alertness. 

The mark over your mating gland was throbbing pleasantly, in tune with the joyous pulsing in your whole body. 

With trembling fingertips, you touched the bitten spot, feeling the content warmth and pride swell in your heart. A heart that seemed to pound with strength unknown to it until now.

You turned your head to the side, staring at Steve bewildered. Then you forced your body to roll to your side, needing to face him fully. Needing him to hold you closer even as the itch to punch him grew.

“You bonded me,” you whispered, astonishment breaking into a betrayal. 

A part of you knew that bonding would be something Steve insists on, but you thought of it as something to happen much later in your relationship. 

Not only did it happen so soon, but he snapped it into place at your most vulnerable and submissive state. 

“Yes.” Steve replied softly, as if it was the most natural and obvious thing. 

He frowned, seeing your eyes well with tears. Your body was still pressed to his, your leg found its way over his thigh, but you tilted your head back from him. 

At first he didn’t understand your reaction, then he remembered how new all of this was to you. How foreign the concept of true mates was to you. 

For years you held onto your own presumptions, building lies on stereotypes to shield yourself from ever forming a relationship with any alpha. 

You skipped some important truths in your need to rebel.

You had to enroll back to some classes, or maybe at least talk to Amita about the basic truths you chose to never learn. Otherwise the hurdles along your future path may lead to catastrophic outcomes. 

“Hey,” Steve said your name in a soothing tone and moved one of his hands to cup the back of your head and make you look at him. “Can you take a deep breath for me and focus on what exactly you’re feeling on the bond spectrum?” 

Instinct told you to struggle, but your body was too spent to put any real resistance. You sneered at Steve, but he only held you in place and asked you to focus once again. 

So you did. With every intention of pouring your irritation into it so hard that Steve feels it like a punch over the mating bond. 

However, the deeper you sank into what you were sensing inside of you, the calmer you were. There was a tiny hint of worry, but overall it was a calm certainty of feelings, a bloom of love and serenity. 

And you knew they weren’t your emotions.

Yours were still a bit uncertain, chaotic, wonderfully in the whirlwind of slowly falling in love and considering running away.

You understood then that what you felt when you focused on the bond were Steve’s feelings. The heartbeat you thought was yours, only stronger, was Steve’s. 

“I feel you.” You whispered, eyes going wide. 

Steve traced a finger over your cheek and then down to your arm. He took your hand in his and put it over his sternum. 

“That’s what I did.” He explained. “A mating bite is a gift, not a demand. I bit you, because I was ready to open to you. To give you access to my feelings.” 

You frowned, not grasping the full meaning behind his words. Every scrap regarding a mating bond that ever reached your mind (though back then you didn’t even want to know it), described it as a brand an alpha puts on his omega to have her tied to him.

Steve’s explanation spoke of something completely opposite. Was he trying to veil the breach of trust and forcing you to bond with him with pretty fairy tales? 

Steve sighed, noticing your confusion. 

“You’re thinking of a mating bond as something that’s like a leash. Or a GPS tracker.” He rolled his eyes, suspecting where such ideas might come from. 

Surely not from true stories, or even academic research, since you avoided any true mating topic like a plague.

It had to be based on deranged, exaggerated romance novels, or shitty TV shows glorifying miscommunication and abuse. No wonder you were so against mating and creating a bond. 

“Some of the alpha romances really have it all wrong and the authors should be walloped for that.” Steve growled with irritation. 

“In truth, the bond allows one to sense the distress of the partner and react quicker, but most of all it’s a final act of showing your commitment.” Steve tapped the back of your hand that rested above his heart. “And it’s the biting partner that opens up, not the one getting the bite.” 

“That makes zero sense.” You blurted out.

“Oh, and the other way around makes more sense?” Steve chuckled. “Or are you just so used to seeing it your way that it’s hard to accept it’s the opposite?” 

Steve rolled his body over you, trapping you beneath his massive form once again. And like it happened every time he did it, your body tingled with anticipation. 

However, he didn’t part your legs, didn’t rut into you; didn’t even steer his touch to an intimate sphere. 

“A bite over a mating gland is like giving a wedding ring.” He leaned down, rubbing the tip of his nose along yours. “Me giving it to you as a sign of my commitment. Of me trusting you with my heart and mind.” 

You felt the truth behind his words inside you, felt it on that hook in your heart. 

“You feel me. But I don’t feel you.” 

There was an undertone of sadness in Steve’s voice, but it wasn’t a manipulation to force the right words out of you. And now you were certain of it, because you sensed it through the bond.

For the first time it seemed you were on even footing with Steve, being able to tell if he was honest or just wanted to trick you. 

In the uneven power dynamic between an alpha and omega that provided you a power of your own. 

“You don’t feel what I feel?” You asked, still hesitant. “You don’t know what I think?”

All the times he figured out there was something bothering you, or the way he so easily played your body as if he knew all the weak spots before discovering them. And he knew that without having the bond in place? 

If Steve gained even more insight into you, as the two way bond guaranteed, you’d be powerless against him.

“No, not until you bite me.” Steve brushed his lips over yours. “When you bite my mating gland, only then can I truly sense you. Only then the actual true bond snaps into place.” 

You opened your lips to accuse him of already having weird access to your thoughts, but Steve’s soft huff of laughter interrupted you.

“I’m good at reading people and you wear some of your emotions on your beautiful face.” He teased you. 

“And your body has tells too…” one of his hands slid along your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

Your nipple instantly hardened, your back arching upward so you could rub against Steve’s naked chest.

“You’re so very responsive.” Steve hummed appreciatively. 

“You- you’re distracting from the main topic.” You scolded, but it sounded too breathy and helpless to impress anyone. Plus, your treacherous body preferred to follow the newly ignited spark of arousal. 

“I’m distracting?” Steve’s hand traveled further south. “I’m not the one splayed so openly; so warm and wet, and smelling of me.” 

“That’s also your fault,” you groaned when he nudged your legs apart and settled his weight between them. “You covered me in your cum almost head to toe.” 

It was absolutely filthy, some of the things he did to you. Yet your body and the primitive hindbrain of yours shaked in ecstasy. 

“Mhm, there are still some unsoiled nooks.” Steve’s voice lowered as his fingers dipped between your soaked folds and further down. 

“Nu-uh,” you shook your head even as your body opened up to his ministrations, “I’m not taking it up the ass.” 

Steve’s eyes darkened, a single digit circling your puckered hole. 

“Not yet,” he whispered, moving his fingers back to your sopping entrance, “but not never.” 

Deep in your belly you felt a shot of lust - dark and heady, and so possessive it couldn’t be yours. It punched the air out of your lungs as you realized it was Steve’s arousal spiking, spurred by your awaiting body and whatever filthy thought he had. 

“Let’s stick to the Not part, for the moment.” You groaned at the gentle push of a single finger between your swollen walls.

There was already so much your body went through this heat - a summary of all your sexual encounters tripled wouldn’t match the number of times you came on Steve’s cock. Adding to it something far beyond your experience, surely would kill you. 

You slid your arms around Steve's back, your touch hungry to feel each ripple of his muscles. 

For all things you could complain about Steve, his body was a fucking wonder. 

And it's all mine to enjoy, your own possessive inner beast purred proudly. 

You squirmed, wincing slightly when Steve eased a second finger into you. He paused, digits buried deep, but unmoving.

 “Sore?” His eyes took in every detail of your face; from the microgrimaces to the way your pupils dilated and your irises shined. “Think you can take me one more time?”

“Ugh,” if you listened to the reasonable part of your brain, you’d put a stop to it. 

But it seemed Steve fucked out any reason from your brain, leaving only that raw, primal need to submit and subject to his demands.

“I want it.” Your hips rocked up into his hand; your nails needling the skin on his back. 

“I want you, too.” Steve licked over your bottom lip, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy. “I want you to feel all of me.”

Breath turning erratic, tiny whimpers cracked your voice as you snorted - “I’m pretty sure there’s an imprint of your cock inside me.” 

Steve’s soft chuckle tickled your chin. His blue eyes sparked, eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. He looked down at you, holding your gaze as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his shaft. 

“Sweet brat.” He crooned, pinning you in place as your body seized at the stretch. 

“I mean that I want you to sense what I’m feeling when I’m fucking you.” He inched agonizingly slow inside. 

Perhaps he thought it to be merciful, to do it slowly and gently. Or maybe the bastard thrived, knowing it was a maddening little suffering for you to feel him stretch wide your abused pussy. 

“You’re more coherent now, you can focus on the bond. Feel how I want you.” 

His hips pushed harder against you. Your legs fell wider apart, spread like a used ragdoll’s. With his weight and the force of his movement, Steve caused your hips to tilt upwards. 

It made his cock sink even deeper. 

The tip nestled against your cervix, yet he seemed to keep pushing and pushing, until all of him was sheathed within your stretched walls and his balls met your butt. 

“Feel how I love you.” Steve murmured and kissed you. 

Sensations burst inside you. Intense elation and overwhelming lust. Light and dark, an intoxicating combination of care and possessiveness. It rushed through your veins with rapture close in power to the peak of your heat. 

You never knew how love feels for others. To be honest, while you experienced falling in love before you never felt true love yourself, not a type different from how you loved your family. 

What you sensed through the bond was overpowering. Emotions that couldn’t be contained and which held determination to fight the world to keep their center protected - to keep you protected. 

It nearly brought tears to your eyes. 

You tightened your arms around Steve, clinging to him with all what was left of your strength. 

Your head fell back on the mattress, neck strained, offering him the gland he already marked as his. 

Your legs dangled limp, swaying with Steve’s each hard thrust. 

“Oh- ohh! Steve!” 

That you screamed his name when climaxing, not his designation, meant to him the world at that moment. 

While the primal side of Steve wanted you to call him your alpha when he fucked you in full heat, now that he showed you what his bonding meant and that it came from him - Steve - he hoped you accepted it. 

Accepted that he was offering you all of himself, not just hunting you down to be your alpha.

Steve shuddered above you as one of your hands slid up, your fingers weaving in his hair and you weakly pulled his head down to yours. 

“You’re everywhere.” You muttered deliriously, eyes clenched shut and streaks of tears trailing down your temples. “I’m all filled with you.” 

You undid him with those words, though you weren’t even aware of anything beside his hot cum spilling inside you and the wave of blinding tranquility pouring through the bond. 

“Fucking love you.” Steve whispered into your hair as he gathered you in his arms, rolling to the side and pulling you along with him. 

You came to your senses sooner this time, but instead of switching your attention to reality, you sank further into Steve’s embrace and the hues of deep, soft emotions pulsing through you with each beat of his heart. 

It was impossible to comprehend the complexity of feelings which Steve bore for you. Could it be love? It certainly felt stronger than what even the most dramatic romances described. 

You weren’t sure if you’ll be able to ever feel anything akin to it. 

It crushed you to think how broken Steve would be, if your feelings for him never reached such height. 

For now, you relished in his closeness. Maybe it was the subsiding heat and post-orgasmic tranquility, but for the first time you allowed yourself to fully submerge into this intimacy with Steve. And you realized how much you liked his proximity, how safe and at peace you felt with him. 

Surprisingly, you also became aware that when he pulled on your pigtails and provoked certain bratty reactions from you, despite the annoyance and the need to rebel, his presence always made you feel secure. 

You stirred when Steve’s hand, with which he was caressing your back, tugged on your hair. With a hum you craned your neck to peer up at him.

“Want to take a shower?” He asked, reminding you of the filthy state of your body.

Steve was pretty ruined too, but somehow it was you that surely painted a picture of disgusting debauchery. Though you left quite a few scratches all over his body, he wasn’t the one covered in bruises and cum. 

“I really do, but-” heat burned under the skin of your face and you hid it in his chest again.

“But what?” Steve asked curiously.

“But I fear that if I stand up, not only will I leak buckets, but my legs will give out.” You blurted on a single breath, not looking up. 

Steve laughed, his chest shaking with a purring rumble beneath your cheek. It only grew in resonance when you did lift your head to glare at him. 

“Yeah, you’ll be leaking for days.” He said it with a smug smirk. “But I can help with the other part.”

Before you knew it, Steve was out of the nest - fast and agile, as if he didn’t just have a few-days-long sex marathon. He picked you up easily, one arm behind your back the other under your knees. Your breath hitched in your lungs when he did that. 

As he carried you to the ensuite bathroom, you cast a glance at the mess of a nest on the huge bed. It didn’t look as perfect, or as comforting as it did when you built it. Worse, it bore crusted and fresh, shiny marks of intense coupling. 

The nests you built for your heats when you spent them alone at home were never ruined like that. There was rarely an item out of place once you were done. 

In the shower stall Steve had to keep your body up, since your legs really gave out when he put you down on your feet. You leaned against him, only slightly embarrassed as he cleaned your body. 

Steve was gentle in the way he touched you. Focused on caring for you, cherishing you, not once trying to use the situation to arouse you. Though some parts of your body responded to his touch anyway. 

You tried helping him wash, too, but your strained muscles made you less efficient. When Steve guided your soapy hand over the plains of his body, directing you in how to clean him, well… that worked you up more than his tender touching did. 

Afterwards, he sat you up on the bathroom counter and patted you dry before toweling himself off. Slipping on a pair of simple, gray sweatpants, he helped you into a fresh t-shirt of his. It was big enough to cover most of your butt. 

“Food or sleep?” Steve asked, lifting you up into his arms once again. 

“Both.” You yawned into his shoulder. 

“Feed you while you’re sleeping?” Steve snorted, carrying you out of the bathroom and out through the bedroom door. “That’s an interesting concept. How am I supposed to do that?”

“You’re the all knowing alpha. Figure something out.” 

A cheeky smile spread on your lips as you leaned your cheek against Steve’s shoulder. Seemed you found another positive side of having an alpha as your partner - you could be carried around and spoiled a bit.

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Mrs Barnes-Rogers Writes Masterlist

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance

Marvel AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch reader; eventual Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega witch reader x ?

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

The Fate Of A Fae

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

Pretty As A Picture

Marvel AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

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On The Hunt: Mending The Remains

Summary- 5.4k Alpha Steve x Little One. You and Steve have started working together once more as a team, trying to meet one another halfway. Steve opens up in a vulnerable way, a first time for him.

Warnings- Steve being emotionally vulnerable.

A/N- It took a long time to get here, but I don't regret any of it. I love the journey we have been on, it was raw and heartbreaking. I appreciate all of you who have continued along with me on this. Special shoutout to @yenzys-lucky-charm for proof reading and encouraging me whenever I was doubting myself. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed this chapter. It means so much to writers.

Chapter Eight / Masterlist

You woke up expecting to find Steve next to you but the bed was empty. Not cold though, when your palm reached across the mattress it was still warm from where he had been. Your senses drifted, listening all around you. 

It wasn’t quiet by any means. You had quickly learned that apartments were anything but peaceful like the little cabin by the lake. You could hear the endless voices of the building's other occupants. You sighed at the intrusion, but the smell of food coming from your apartment's kitchen had you perking up. 

There Steve was, making breakfast. And you inhaled the arousing scent of him among the smell of eggs, butter, and bacon. 

<Go jump him.> A sniggering voice and you groaned at it, pushing up to a seat and shoving off any blankets that were suddenly suffocating you. 

Chill you horny bitch. You retaliate, leaving the hallway and quietly heading for your bedroom to gather up some clothes. 

The Little Wolf was smug, her tail wagging in a playful manner as you dug through your stuff, getting everything you would need for the day. <We, not just me. It’s the heat.> She stretched and you made a quick retreat to the bathroom, taking a deep inhale. 

Heat or not, we are just starting to get back something. You turn on the shower to cold and climb in, your body tingling with anticipation, urging you to mate, to fuck and reclaim. I’m not ready for that, not yet. You admitted as you leaned into the water, hoping it would start to break the warmth in your body. 

It did no such thing. Instead clear images of past heats assaulted you, images of you and Steve tangled up together in the most primal way. His heavy hand wrapped around your neck to keep you pinned in your nest while he pounded you from behind. “Fill this belly with me Little One.” He would growl loudly while your body jolted into the bed.“Dripping me for days. Everyone will know who keeps you full.” 

“Fuck.” You muttered in a whisper as your body clenched in response, wanting that knot you knew Steve would fill you with. Your hand drifted down, hovering over your belly. “What a sweet smelling cunt for her Alpha.” The sensation of his tongue was very vivid as your fingers slipped between swollen folds, so sensitive that the brush of your fingertips against your clit was an aching need. You swirled against that spot, softly whining as your thighs spread further. 

“Feel so good Little One, fuck I could just stay knotted in you all day.” You heard his moan, the sun filtering in through the open balcony doors, the fresh air a cool breeze coming off the lake relieving your sex-drenched bodies. Steve shuddered above you as he released in you again, his knot stretching you till you were clinging to him, the sensation of pleasure almost overwhelming as you both were exhausted. The cold water of your shower did little to kill the way your body ached now from the memories, your fingers finally fucking into your aching heat while your thumb teased your clit. 

Release would bring a slight relief, but no satisfaction. 

The Alpha knew as soon as you walked in, the large wolf going alert and tense while Steve stood at the stove reheating the food. There was no denying he heard your soft whines and moans through the thin walls, what you were doing to appease your heat. 

Steve had never been so fucking hard in his life but everything in him refused to act on it, not even the Alpha pushed for it like he usually did. It was a solid understanding that nothing would happen until you were ready. 

So for now Steve would do other things for you that were as important, like making sure you had a solid meal. You settled quickly in your seat at the bar, watching as he piled plenty of food on your plate and handed it over. “You always make enough to feed a whole army.” You teased as you pushed your fork into the mountain of eggs and cheese he had on your plate. 

“Sorry.” He shrugged a shoulder, giving a small grin in apology. “Old habits like feeding a whole squad of shifters at home or with Shield is hard to break.” 

“Was that something you did often?” You inquired while digging into your food. Steve settled across from you, taking his time before offering an answer. 

“We took shifts with the Howling Commandos. All the work was shared in our unit, no one too good to do anything. I learned real fast how to make something quick, easy and good.” He took a bite, savoring it for a moment before swallowing. “I would never hear the end of it when I burned something. Being Captain of the unit, they weren’t about to let me get away with anything.” 

You chuckled at the thought of it, waving your fork towards him as you got caught up in the moment. “Hell no, you gotta do everything to tip-top shape Alpha. Including feeding your men.” You took another forkful and smirked as you brought it to your mouth. “And me too.” Then took that cheesy bite of eggs, sighing happily at how something so simple could be that good. 

“I don’t think I have ever let you go hungry Little One.” Steve said incredulously while scooping another forkful of eggs and this time a bite of his toast onto his fork and leaned over the counter towards you, offering the bite from his fork to you. 

“There was that one time…” You teased as you were quick to take his offering, listening to him sputter trying to recall what time that could possibly be. 

<You're gonna drive him mad Y/N.> Your Little Wolf scolded. 

I will make it up to him. You assured her while mimicking what he did for you, leaning over towards him with your own offering, smiling softly at him. “Your unit was lucky to have you, burned food and all.” 

“You have been talking to Bucky, haven’t you.” Steve huffed while taking your offering, the teasing dying down after that while you two continued the last of the meal. You groaned while pushing aside your plate that had scatterings of leftovers that Steve pulled towards him to finish off. 

“I'm stuffed, I can’t eat another bite.” 

“Then I did my job.” Steve rumbled with a smirk of satisfaction while he gathered the last of the dishes off the table and brought them to the sink. “I was thinking about going back in today.” 

You perked up at the change of subject. “To the warehouse.” 

“Yes… we know Ulysses isn’t there, yet. And we can’t do anything till he either is or one of them drops his location. We need to go back inside.” 

Your Little Wolf hummed with anticipation, her ears perked excitedly at the prospect of working together. “So what do you propose? I can easily slip in like before if they don’t know about that door, but you’re so much bigger. Yesterday we got lucky.” 

“We did, so you're going to go in that way, on the ground searching for anything we can use. I will be up high.” 

“Up high?” 

“The roof, I can access it that way. Before I came looking for you, I checked it all out. They have no surveillance up there.” Steve’s glance went over your features, like he was assuring himself before it fell to the bracelet Shuri equipped you with. “That works with the Little Wolf too?” 

“Yeah, it slows us down, but it will cover her chest and throat in the same way it does with me.” Your body tingled, the reminder that your heat was still raging under your skin, itching for you to nest and mate. Your shower tampered it, but not forever. “And I plan on using it.” You noticed Steve sharply inhale, his eyes going pinpoint in interest but nothing more, your pulse raced at the barely there response from him. “What are you thinking? Don’t censor it.” 

The pulse in his neck was picking up, your teeth aching to drag across it to make your Alpha shudder. Stop it Y/N… You snapped at yourself. 

<You know that isn’t going to stop it.> 

Blue eyes burned at you across the table and you braced yourself at the gaze, unsure of what he was going to tell you. “That you're going to be fine Y/N, I know that you're good at this.” Your brows sprung up in surprise, making Steve chuckle softly, his hand reaching over with an open waiting palm for you. “T’Challa had Shuri give Bucky and me access to the recent rescues. Little One, you made me so fucking proud, you pulled so many out that they never would have before.” 

Pride raced through you, making your hand reach out and take his while warmth raced to your face, making the tip of your nose wrinkle at the sensation and a little smile peek through. “Of course he did.” 

Steve squeezed your hand while continuing. “So I know the urge to make you stay is the alpha instinct and yes, it’s still there, I still want to command you to stay here. Especially when I don’t know what we're going into. I don’t have the pack to rely on, no Natasha doing intel, Sam ready to step in, Clint picking off targets, not even Bucky at our six.” 

“That’s a lot when you think of it that way.” You let your thumb stroke over his knuckles.

“Mmh, that's the fears playing all the what if scenarios. Although I can't predict the future, I can confidently say that I trust you to stay safe and pull out if you have to.” 

You nodded assuredly, your tongue darting to moisten your lips, which Steve’s sharp stare didn’t miss. “Anything else? Remember I said I want nothing censored.” 

“Little One…” He started and you flashed him a look. Steve’s moment of resolve crumbled with that look. “How tempting it would be to push you into one of those beds and knot you over and over Little One till you're as full as can be and needing me to stop, leaving you satisfied in your nest.” The growl in his voice was back, making your breath hitch as the Little Wolf ached to present for him. Tremors of excitement raced up your spine. “How are you keeping yourself composed… it's the tether we are hanging onto right now.” 

“Steve-” Your hand tightened in his, and the hint of need escaped from between your lips. “I can’t-” 

“Y/N, hey… '' Steve spoke sharp enough to make your mouth snap closed. “Nothing happens till you tell me too. Till we're both ready for us again.”

“Thank you.” You said earnestly and moved to a stand, tilting your head towards the door. “Shall we get this done Alpha?” 

“Lead the way Omega, This is your mission.” 

Steve crept among the warehouse beams, folding his massive body half over while he tracked the current residents from up above. He had last caught a glimpse of you several minutes ago, steering clear of the sound of voices, knowing that's where he was headed. You weaved among massive crates of cargo, going towards what looked like empty offices, searching for anything that would give them intel. 

Steve often wished for missions to end, not because of how he felt about himself, but because leading others into the possibility of danger took a toll on him. He learned to trust who worked with him though and he fell back onto that, you would call for him if you needed help. It didn’t stop him from constantly checking for you, there was no way he would be able to ever completely turn that off. 

But he was willing to work on it. Taking in a deep calming inhale, he forcibly made himself get further away from you till he was just above the few people remaining in the warehouse. Steve activated a small communications device in his ear, the ping letting him know it connected and Shuri’s voice responded. 

‘You found the base, but no sign of Ulysses?’ 

Steve hummed in confirmation, letting the sounds from below take over what he could have said. The sound of a keyboard on the other end was barely noticeable while Shuri excitedly took down the information provided. 

Fortunately for them, the people were discussing the next pickup point. An excited inhale of breath made Steve grin to himself, Shuri’s excitement infectious. ‘Excellent, I will tell my brother. They won’t be moving any more shifters from that location.” 

“Good.” Steve whispered, mentally taking in all the surroundings of the area, where the best exits were as well as the places that could trap him or you when the time came to collect their target. The conservation shifted to nothing of use, making Steve decide to pull away and go find you. 

‘Good job Alpha.’ Came Shuri’s voice in his ear before he muted it, needing to be able to keep better track of what was going on around him. Your scent was nearby and Steve used that as his lifeline to you, tracking you towards the back of the building where dark offices were lined up. He dropped silently on the balls of his feet and slipped inside the one he sensed you in. In the near dark he could see you whip around with a growl rising from you, only to settle back down once you realized it was him. 

“You're almost done?” Steve softly asked and you held up a small USB drive with a smirk of satisfaction. 

“Yes, I was just taking one more glance over. They don't lock up anything here. Idiots.” you mutter as you slip a file cabinet closed. You slipped Steve the drive, with the brush of your hand, your Little Wolf crooned, making you stiffen as your senses flared. Everything about Steve came in hyperfocus, your heat making your body ache with need once more. 

The edge you had taken off earlier was wearing off. 

Steve noticed it too, his eyes dilating with arousal, your scent filling him in the enclosed space. “Fuck.” He rumbled, his jaw clenching and the muscles fluttering in his cheek. Everything in him made him look like he was about to pounce, but with visible shaking of his body, he stepped back with a warning in the sound of a snarl escaping. “Little One, you gotta get it under control or else-” 

Else what? your alpha would pin you against the file cabinets and take you? Over and over, breeding you till you couldn't stand up anymore? Bend you against the desk with a biting grip to the back of your neck to hold you still while he knotted you? The images plagued you and your Little Wolf, your body waring with your common sense. 

You stepped closer, seeking to cross that line in the sand you drew. 

Sounds interrupted you both, voices passing the offices and Steve grabbed at you to pull you into him, both of you slamming into a wall to keep out of sight of anyone passing. 

Your heart raced in anticipation, crushed against Steve, you sighed in some relief against his chest, feeling him body to body. Your hand reached up, cupping his jaw to have him pry his eyes away from the partially open door to look at you. 

You were aching, your Little Wolf was feeling frantic and all you could imagine was letting go. To let Steve take over, to feel him in all your senses in a way that you didn’t have to struggle anymore. You missed him so much, even as close as he was, it still hurt to have a screaming void between you two. 

Your Little Wolf whined for that connection you both missed desperately, lonely for her Alpha. It’s what broke your resolve, feeling her pain like a physical throb in your chest. “You have until they are gone to kiss me.” Your eyes searched his, so crystal clear even in the dark shadows, there was no missing the flare of yellow melding in his blue orbs. Your lips hovered so close, leaving it up to him to close the distance, to take what you were offering. 

His gaze dropped to your cupid's bow, admiring the curve of your mouth before drawing in a breath and seeking it out. 

His lips felt familiar as they swept against yours, relief singing in your veins at the slight connection your body so desperately ached for. A soft grunt escaped him when your tongue touched against the seam of his lips, inviting more from him. 

A hand went to the back of your neck, squeezing lightly and drawing you in close, his nose tracing against yours a moment when the two of you broke before tilting to see each other out again. 

You gasped when his hand tightened into your hair, dragging your head back to open you more to him, teeth nipping at your lips till your lips parted and he devoured you. A man starved and you encouraged it, your soft whimpers escaping into the kiss. 

Panting against each other when you pull away, your eyes both closed and foreheads leaning together, you reluctantly release your hold on Steve. “Time’s up…” You whisper to him and slip out the door to make your escape, your Alpha close on your heels. 

It was late, the moon slipping through the apartment windows as you made your way back to Steve’s door. After the kiss, your heat once more sated but your yearning for your mate was a vicious cycle. 

Especially when he was keeping himself in check, and respecting your boundaries. Your hand hovered against the thin wooden door, pulling back to your chest in hesitation. It was a battle in your mind and heart, your mind warning you to be careful and your heart making you want to reach for him again. 

You couldn’t even blame it on your heat this time. You just missed Steve. 

Your Little Wolf was an ever-warm presence in your mind, but so quiet when usually her quips plagued you. You’re quiet tonight. 

<I am tired.>  She growled wearily, her tail wrapping over her nose in dismissal of you. <You know what you want and you are the one standing in your way.> 

Your frown deepened and your arms hugged around yourself tighter. So much has happened Little Wolf. You sighed, your fingertips tracing softly against the wood of the door, the barrier between the two of you. He says he is willing to wait, but I’m so stuck on that he left at all and I don’t know how to get past that. Whenever the thought snuck in, wiggled its intrusiveness into your thoughts, all those fears and anger sunk in deep. It had its hooks in you and you didn’t know how to let them go. 

It was like a dark stain you couldn't scrub off. 

<It can’t go back to what it was Y/N. You said so yourself. It’s time you open up to Steve, are you afraid this new version of you he will abandon? Stop being afraid of what could happen.> 

Of course, your Little Wolf could voice exactly what your unsaid fear was. What if we're both holding onto something that doesn’t even work? 

<What if it does? What if he is like us, learning and growing into someone he wasn’t before? Is he worth taking that chance?> Then she withdrew from your consciousness, letting you make the final choice. <Can you forgive him?>

You went to him the night before because your body was breaking, the heat so overwhelming that it made you crazy. Tonight it was just you, you missed curling up with your Alpha in a way far more intimate than sex could give. 

Just being held, just feeling your body meld against his while tucked against each other, sharing pieces of one another while the world stopped being so demanding for a little while. Your hand enclosed around the handle and you pushed the door open, slipping into the darkened bedroom. You sensed Steve in the bed, the shadow of his form shifting slightly to make room for you. 

You eased under the blankets, settling into your side while his arm wrapped around you to tuck you against him, his chest pressing into your back, you felt yourself start to relax into being held. A short tremor of relief was followed by you going completely lax in his hold. Steve shifted behind you, his face tucking in against your neck and his deep inhale had his chest pressing into you, his sigh one matching just how you were feeling too. 

Like you were home. 

It jolted you awake, the feeling of an arm crushing around your chest, the air being squeezed from your body, leaving you gasping. What the- 

Your Little Wolf was yipping <Wake him up Y/N.> 

Behind you could hear a sob escape, Steve’s body crushing against yours. You had to wriggle, and turn enough to ease from his hold. Somehow he was still asleep, whatever dream was plaguing him making his features twist in pain. 

Steve managed to roll onto his back, a gasp escaping him. In a split second, you followed him, perching on his stomach as your hands cupped his face. “Steve, baby wake up.” You called him. Your Little Wolf whined anxiously while you both watched his eyelids twitch frantically and then jolt open, his eyes unfocused as they rolled around the room searching. Then they fell on you and you felt the multitude of emotions in them.  

They glimmered with tears caught in his lashes, his gasps making his chest heave underneath you. Your hands were cupping his red cheeks, tear-stained while he was stuck in his nightmare. “Hey, you’re okay Steve, it’s all okay.” 

“Little One?” He croaked out, his eyes blinking rapidly as he seemed to take in his surroundings. The snarl that rolled from him sounded painfilled, making you push up off him to see if he was injured anywhere. 

Hands quickly grasped your waist and pulled you back firmly onto him. “Don’t… just stay, please.” His fingers were digging into you, sure they would mark you, but you didn’t make another move. Instead, you let your hands slide against him, letting him feel your touch on his face, swiping along his neck and his shoulders. 

Anything you could do to calm his racing heart in his chest and ease the tension riddling him, your brow furrowed with wonder at what had him having that haunted look in his eyes as he seemed to study you just as hard. His hands finally loosened enough to not hold you so tightly, instead, he traced your curves, dipping along your waist and up your back to squeeze the back of your neck assuredly while fingertips fluttered over your pulse. 

Your Little Wolf chirped at the touch, making your eyes flutter for a moment before they sharpened with concern. “Are you okay Alpha?” 

He gave a slight nod, inhaling sharply for a moment to clear out the last of his nightmare. You shifted down, alarm flaring in his features till he realized you were lying against his chest, letting him feel all of you against him. “What were you dreaming about Steve?” 

It was quiet for several moments, your head laid against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat against his chest, the whoosh of his breathing going back to steady assuring to your Little Wolf.

You debated on pushing for an answer, in the past you wouldn’t have insisted. The times you found him unsettled, waking up to find him out on the back cabin deck inhaling a cigarette, the only times you ever saw him smoke, you waited for him to return to bed. But maybe you needed to insist on him to share, be Steve’s safe place like he had tried to be for you when you were bonded with him. 

His hand smoothed up under your nightshirt, palm soothing against your back when you tipped your head up, the tip of your nose tracing up his neck. “Let me in.” 

“Do you remember any of when Pierce shot you with the dart?” Steve’s finally started, his arm circling your waist. 

“I remember my wolf disappearing and the pain, but that's it.” 

“I lost it, when you went down, I went feral. The Alpha wouldn't let anyone come near us till Bucky challenged him. All I could think was that I lost you.” 

You stiffened a bit when a croon from your Little Wolf reminded you to just listen to him. 

“It was like when Bucky was taken all over again, I failed to keep him safe with the Howling Commandos.” He rumbled underneath you. It took everything in you to resist correcting him, that this was life and he was just a man, there was only so much he could do. “I already know what you’re gonna say Little One.” His tone muffled in your hair, his face pressing in against your head for a moment, like it was reassuring him. 

“Not a peep from me Alpha, keep going.” The Little Wolf was waves of warmth in you, which you hoped passed to Steve in some way. “It must have been hard losing Bucky?” 

“God I blamed myself, hunted for him for months. They had him in that facility dragging him for information, testing him. If I had just been paying better attention…” 

“You got him back though.” You insisted, making Steve give a humorless chuckle. 

“I did, but he had already changed. They twisted his wolf till he broke, his limp is now permanent, and his mind was like a minefield. You saw him in Wakanda, so reactive to everything.” 

You hummed to acknowledge him, remembering Bucky’s nightmares taking over. You knew where this was going, Steve took everything that happened to his loved ones so personally, mixed with his alpha tendencies, it was enough to drive anyone a little crazy. “He trusted me and I failed him.” 

You trusted me, and I failed you. Your mind filled in what he wasn’t saying out loud. You kept quiet still, trusting your Little Wolf when she told you to just let him talk. “Then there's you.” You felt his lips against the crown of your head and his hold tightened, not that you could get any closer at the moment. “The half my Alpha sings for every day. What happened, Little One, I’m sorry that I wasn’t seeing you as you asked me to and I closed you out, that I broke-” 

Here you stirred, pushing back up till your elbows were tucked under you to give you leverage to look down at Steve.

You knew he was trying. He had kept so much bottled in, trying to be a perfect alpha for everyone who depended on him, strong and always in control. You knew he wouldn’t forgive himself for how everything happened, they would plague him like they are doing now. Part of you was mad at yourself for not pushing Steve to open up to you when he claimed you as his. 

He was never going to forgive himself, he would carry this till the end of his time, no matter how many times you could try telling him that you never blamed him for what happened to you. It hurts your heart to think of a whole lifetime of him punishing himself, even after working on meeting your needs. 

Pierce shooting you, Brock collaring Steve and turning him into a weapon, then him breaking up with you because he was scared of the control he lost, not to mention all the stuff with Bucky that you were just finding out about. How much of that did he still hold himself to blame?

Can you forgive him? Your Little Wolf’s earlier words echoed back at you. 

The alpha wasn’t perfect, but he was a good man. 

Your hands went to cover his mouth from saying anything more, his brows furrowing over his gaze, his eyes were raw to look into. He hid nothing in his blue orbs. When you were sure he wouldn’t keep going, you let your hand slide to his cheek, cupping it. Your fingers gently scratched through the beard covering his cheek, affectionate in your touch. Your Little Wolf crooned soothingly in your mind, making you smile softly at her actions. 

You could give him something he couldn’t give himself. “I forgive you, Steve.” 

You felt him try to turn his face away, hide his gaze from you, but you tightened your hold on him. His breathing picked up, his chest raising with his sharp inhales. “I don’t-” 

“Steve, look at me,” you commanded and he instinctively stopped struggling to do as you asked. “I forgive you.” You repeated firmly. He took a shuddering breath, releasing some of the tension he was holding onto. “I forgive you.” You repeated while your fingers traced along the top of his cheek and your thumb gathered at the tears building in his lashes. You felt him breaking slowly piece by piece under you. “I forgive you, Steve.” You repeated one last time with your shaky sigh. 

There was a relief in your chest that washed over you. You had been holding onto so much anger and pain. It wasn’t completely gone, but saying it out loud to him helped both of you. He started shaking under you, everything bubbling up to the surface that he kept down for so long. You saw his sob get swallowed, his throat working to keep himself contained. 

This had moved on beyond his nightmare, this was years of self-inflicted pain you were seeing bleed through, holding himself accountable for so much that was out of his control. “It’s okay Steve to not be okay. I am not going anywhere.” 

His arms tightened, hugging you to him as finally, he broke in a way you had never seen him before. You wrapped around him the best you could, sure to hold him just as tightly back. 

Steve stared at himself in the mirror, feeling the after effects of his late night wake up. His head throbbed and his eyes ached, the hot shower you insisted on him taking when he held a palm to his temple had helped a little.

Even feeling like shit, he felt better. Opening up to you lifted a weight he didn't know he had been carrying all this time.

His Alpha was a calmer presence in his mind, no longer a snapping and aggravated force that he had to contend with. Now the beast was calmer, occasionally scenting for where his Little One was in the apartment. 

You weren’t far, just beyond the door. Steve could see you still in his bed wrapped up in the blankets. Part of him was still shocked you stayed after he broke down, all of him was grateful that you did. 

<Our Little One doesn't think we’re weak.> The ever-sensible Alpha picked up on some of his thoughts. 

Steve inhaled sharply to clear his mind. It was certainly a lot to dump on her at once. I’ve never done that before. Not to her.

<She made it safe enough for it to happen.> The Alpha’s tail thumped once in approval. <Alanna would have murdered us in our sleep if she had seen it.> Steve shuddered at the thought of his ex seeing him like that. The Alpha snarled at the memory of it. <Our Little One isn’t a power-hungry bitch who will sell us out.> 

From the other room, a phone rang and Steve heard you answer it with a groggy ‘Yeah?’ He took one last glance at himself in the mirror and pushed away from the counter to go back into the bedroom. You seemed to be getting invested in the phone call, giving a glance at him and an immediate smile his way made Steve feel further at ease. “We got this.” You hung up the phone and pushed the blankets away. “So Steve, how do you feel about actually saving some people today?”

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[holylulusworld]

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.” 

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[bucksangel]

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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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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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!!💗😍

Present

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

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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[scar-lie]

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NATASHA ROMANOFF

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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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[biteofcherry]

Are you making more drabbles or series of farmer Steve because

Well, it was a spontaneous reply to an ask only, but I always could write some more bits in the future if a fun prompt happened my way 😎

Which is something you tell yourself after that unexpected, spontaneous kiss you dared to initiate when Steve braced his hands on both sides of the wooden fence you were sitting on.

After spending a nearly whole day with him, watching him tend to his animals, awkwardly trying to help out with some tasks - which resulted in a lot of laughing and Steve encouraging you - you felt drawn to him. To his smile; to his calm demeanor; to the care he showed you, his stock, even the wild raspberry bushes growing next to his house.

So when he caged you in between his arms and his irresistibly hot body, flashing that charming smile at you as he teased your bending form, you couldn't help yourself.

You kissed him.

And Steve responded. Deepened it. Made your body sway backwards and held you safe in place with hands that found their way to your hips and back.

His grunted, barely audible 'Mega stirred something in your core.

Still, you broke the kiss with a gasp and slid down the fence; your body brushing along Steve's as you did.

You left him with a promise of bringing him pie tomorrow, then went back to your grandma's house. With each step you took away from Steve, you repeated the words in your head - It's only a hot kiss. I'm going back to the city soon. Only a kiss.

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[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 10

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Reader and Castle's pack head towards the fight.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of past violence and torture. Talk of the witch wound.

The witch trials were a lonely time for witches. A time of little trust, of exposure and betrayal. A friend could turn on you in a heartbeat. Mates would deny their connection to their witch partners, to protect themselves, their children and reputations.

The torture, treatment and loss of thousands of witches, continued to ripple into the generations, the witch wound a tear in every witch’s soul.

“The witch wound will always be in every single one of us,” Fiona had told you “it’s a dark mark in our history but it’s also something that we live with, which we fight with, every single day. It binds up together. Think of it as a string, that connects us all.”

You weren’t a fan of Fiona’s history lessons but she was adamant that it was part of your training, to give you a better understanding of powers and what it meant to be a witch. Combining every single thing you knew and your powers, would make you stronger. Agatha knew everything and anything there was to know about witches, the history and everything in-between, so you needed to too.

“You can’t let her or her sidekicks get the upper hand because you’re being a stubborn smartass and she can see a weak spot.”

Now, as you sat in the back of one of Castle’s ex-military trucks, Billy and Elektra across from you, you pulled on the wound. Your back upright and straight, with your palms open and facing upwards, you whispered to yourself, a mix of light language, Latin and English intertwined. Your strength growing from the pulling of the wound and the pull of your ancestors.

You tensed suddenly, sensing Agatha the close you got, and Billy went to learn forward to touch you but was stopped abruptly as Elecktra grabbed his arm. He went to speak but she was quick to mind link to him.

“Don’t.”

“But…”

“She’s preparing for the fight Russo. You’ve seen witches do this plenty of times in the field.”

“They weren’t her.”

You stopped their conversation as your voice broke through the silence.

“Agatha is the only witch there but she has fresh powers.”

“What do you mean Princess?” Billy asked.

“She’s killed another witch recently, very recently and took their powers.”

Frank shook his head. This should never have happened. The authorities, the powers that be will never learn their lesson and when it came to witches, they would never learn unless they listened to the W.A.C.

“Anything else?” Elektra asked. Billy’s head snapped to look at Elektra.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to mind link.

“She’s stronger than you think Russo.”

“Baby?” Frank asked.

“She’s pissed off. Annoyed. She’s being thrown off by the shield and the locals using the oils and salt.”

You pulled again on the wound and you jolted as you felt a pull back. A wave of familiarity waved through you. Thoughts of Fiona, Cordelia and Maddison filled the back of your subconscious, they were quickly pushed to the side as Jean, Storm and the witches of the X-Pack pushed through. You felt another stronger pull on the wound.

You allowed yourself to open up more and felt a flurry of heat rush up your body. You ears became muffled like you were underwater and then you felt it, like the snapping of an elastic band into your chest and a rush of energy, strength and power and then her. Agatha.

You could see her. She couldn’t see you but you could see her and the Hydra goons that were with her. You could hear the whimpers of the injured security guards in the box, now safe behind your shield, and the yells of the rogues telling Agatha to break it down. You smirked and flickered your fingers to make it jump with static, Agatha’s eyes growing wider.

You heard a faint voice. Luke.

“ETA two minutes.”

You stayed in your trance, watching Agatha and the Hydra agents. The latter pulling what appeared to be hostages from a van. Frank kept his eyes on the road as much as possible, scanning the surrounding area, glancing back at you when the chance arose.

Your voice was strong but quiet.

“I see her.”

Four sets of eyes went wide and you reached out your hands. One towards Billy and Elektra, and the other towards Frank. You connected with them and let them see what you could, as the Hydra morons spread out, Agatha looked around frantically. Nobody, no witch, had ever kept her out of anywhere. Apart from one. The one that had stopped her getting into the town where those coven school witches were hiding.

You felt the pull of your sister witches again and quickly released hands with the others. A rush through you brought messages.

“End this.”

“Never take your eyes of her.”

“Remember everything, every I taught you, every single part.”

And then a final message from Maddison.

“Snap that bitch.”

A rush through your body caused you to gasp, as the truck came to a halt, Frank’s orders of positions coming through.

“On my mark.”

Elektra and Billy pulled out their guns and knocked off the safetys, their eyes never leaving you.

“Rarity? You good?”

Your eyes snapped open and you smirked. Billy felt like he’d been punched in the chest. You were more beautiful he had ever seen you. Your eyes had turned gold when you started the shield, but now they were brighter, and your skin and hair seemed to be glowing.

The smirk though, the smirk was nearly unnerving. You were beautiful and slightly terrifying all at the same time.

It was then they realised.

You weren’t a six at all. You were a seven. And you were ready to snap Agatha Harkness like she deserved.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Attack Of The Winter Wolf: The Nomad's Demands

Summary- 6.1k Alpha Steve x Little One. Brock is dead, The White Wolf and Bucky have returned to the Pack and Steve has to come to terms that he was forced to hurt you. Both you and Steve are recovering at Stark Towers but not all things can be fixed so easily.

Warnings- Angst. Mentions of pain and blood. We have a very guilty Alpha on our hands. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Last Chapter for Attack Of The Winter Wolf. Those of you that have followed this series, thank you for all the encouragement and love you have given to Alpha Steve and Little One. I am also really sorry about this chapter. Thank you @drabblewithfrannybarnes for tackling this one. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics Comments and Reblogs are so appreciated.

Chapter Nine / Masterlist

Sam proved himself efficient in all the ways that counted. He immediately got everything in Brock’s compound organized and running for the pack to be able to use while they worked on dismantling it, collecting any data they could on Hydra’s operations. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much, it appeared to simply be a holding facility, Sam suspected a storage place to keep alphas until they could be transported. The rooms of cages left them all unsettled, picking up scents of fear and panic in them.  

Tony flew out a medic team to help out the wolves in need of treatment as well as monitor those still recovering from the compulsion. Those that were stable enough started the expansive search of finding their remaining family members. 

Sam sensed the immediate hostility towards Bucky, but with his support, no one made any kind of outward accusation against the man. Whispers traveled amongst the wolves, particularly those not from The Pack. It would only be a matter of time before another Alpha challenged Sam about Bucky. The wolves who lost their packs were grieving and grief often hid in anger and hostility. 

Bucky did his best to stay out of others' ways knowing how Sam was barely hanging onto control amongst the chaos, but it was really just a matter of time before he was challenged. Guilt and deep sadness was making the White Wolf sink far away from Bucky’s consciousness, making him feel alone and a bit lost in how to respond to those around him. No one outwardly said it to him, but it wasn't hard to tell how many of these wolves hated him now. And he didn't blame them. 

So he stayed with Steve where it was the safest for him right now. 

The Alpha went through a barrage of anger as soon as they refused to bring him to You. Removing the collar was proving to be more difficult than they anticipated and Steve wanted to see you right now to make sure you were okay.

Steve kept picturing the way his hands circled your neck and squeezed, how it felt to feel you struggle against him but he was too powerful for you to get away, how the look on your face accepted that this was it, and even though there was real genuine fear in your eyes there was also a pang of sadness.

It ate at him, made his hands shake and clench, he hated his strength now. All his life he appreciated being a strong alpha after having grown up a runt, Now he hated that he almost ended the most important person in his life and he couldn’t stop it, had his own power used against him. Being human was almost too hard, he let the Alpha take over for a while, the Wolf just having one focus, going to you. 

“I don't know Sam, maybe I should just take him.” Bucky shrugged outside of Steve’s room in the hallway, running a hand through his hair. In the room, they could hear Steve had shifted, the Wolf pacing the room in agitation. “Eventually he is going to just go himself without us. If I’m there and he is triggered, I can contain him.” 

Sam rubbed at the lower part of his face thinking about what Bucky was suggesting. He didn’t like it, unsure of what was going to happen. The likelihood anything would happen was slim, Brock was dead and no one had turned up yet to indicate they were taking his place in whatever Hydra was up to. But expecting the unexpected was a safe rule to follow. He took another glance through the room's glass to see Steve pacing, the Wolf looking almost run into the ground, refusing to settle down after being separated from you. “Sara texted me and said it was bad. Y/N has a crushed windpipe. They don’t want to move her but Tony has it so she will be brought to Bruce tomorrow.” Sam’s jaw flexed in agitation, his own wolf anxious at how unstable Steve seemed. “Prepare Steve for what he will be seeing Buck and keep a close eye. As soon as you think he might be unstable, pull him out. She will probably be sleeping or drugged. The likelihood she will know he’s there is slim.” 

“She will know, but I hear you.” Bucky stated before he pushed open the door. The Alpha rumbled, shaking his heavy head to dislodge the collar but like all the other times, it was still lodged against his skin, the spikes biting into him but he didn’t care. If he thought he could rip it off, he would have. Bucky stayed near the door, cocking his head towards the exit. “What do you say Steve, wanna go see your girl?” 

It was almost automatic that the man stood before him, going for clothes to pull on. 

“You going to be there?” Steve grunted, pulling a shirt over his head.

“Till the end of the line, pal. Think you’re bound to lose your mind if you can’t at least see that she’s safe. But Steve, just…” He grabbed a hold of Steve’s arm before he could bypass him out of the room. “Listen, I know you already know, but she is going to look bad. The best way you can help is to try not to go in and fix it okay? You can’t just fix this, she needs to be able to heal.” Bucky paused, waiting to see Steve’s reaction. 

“I know, I just need to see her” Steve’s eyes were tired but determined. “You are going to be there in case anything happens with this fucking thing.” His hand went to the band of metal still around his neck. “I gotta see her Buck, it’s killing me.” Steve pulled from his hold, already halfway down the hall by the time Bucky closed the door to the room and followed after his Alpha. Bucky really hoped he made the right call. 

Steve was quiet during the ride, drawn inwards while Bucky drove. The Wolf rambled in his mind, the beast so anxious to make sure you were okay that it made Steve’s stomach twist and his chest feel tight. 

<This is really the best place for her?> 

Yes, we really injured our Little One, she needs to recover. 

<We should see about her returning home as soon as she’s ready.> 

Not until we have this thing off, who knows what would happen if we go under again. Our mate might not be ready to see us, or even want to return home. We hurt her. Steves brows furrowed at his own thoughts. She might not feel safe with us again. 

The Alpha snarled at Steve’s words. <Don’t do that, you always assume the worst,> 

Steve felt himself sink further, the Wolf was being optimistic but Steve suspected he would know what they would find. You would have fear in your eyes and shrink away. His hands clenched at his thighs, recalling the way your neck felt. How you struggled and looked so scared. He did that, all with a simple command. How could he be that weak? 

“Steve?” Bucky reached over to shake at his shoulder and Steve snapped out of his thoughts, noticing they were parked. “Are you sure about this?” 

“Yeah, I just need to see Y/N, make sure she is okay.” He pulled away, quick to escape the confines of the car and Bucky’s questions. 

No he wasn’t sure about this, he might be hurting you even more just by being there, but he had to know. See you with his own eyes. 

Steve missed the flash of concern from Bucky when he used your name and not the nickname he gave you the day the two of you met. Constantly Steve sought out the bond connecting you two, even knowing it wouldn't be there, none of your warmth and passion filling him. 

He shattered it in seconds in his own desperate attempt to keep Brock from having access to your mind through him. 

Bucky indicated which way to go, and two massive shifters maneuvered the busy human hospital. People naturally moved out of the stalking men’s way. Steve continuously inhaled, searching you out. 

Sickness and antiseptic assaulted him, so many different people that he wasn't familiar with, where were you in all this? He growled lowly a few times when someone made the mistake of bumping into him, Bucky kept him going until Natasha poked her head out of a room, closing the door most of the way. 

“Sam texted me that you guys were coming.” She braced a hand against Steve a moment, maybe partially pausing him from going into the room, partially in solidarity. The Wolf wanted to push past but Steve slowed, letting her direct him to the window to look in. She pulled up next to him and Bucky, he stuck behind Steve, watching the Alphas back while he took in the scene in front of him.

“She's comfortable, I promise. She really just looks worse than she is, Steve.” Natasha said softly, keeping her gaze forward. 

This was all too familiar to Steve, you looked so small in the sterile white bed, your neck in a brace this time and various monitors around you. The Wolf stood alert, inspecting you as best he could, he ached, the Wolf ached to find his Little Wolf and Steve ached in knowing he did this to you.

“Has she been able to talk yet?” Steve’s gaze followed a line that fed into your mouth. 

“No, Y/N’s windpipe is just too bruised right now. They have the tube in to help her breath. They said they will be able to remove it soon.” Natasha confirmed.

“I did this.” Steve said almost to himself and Bucky clenched his jaw, hearing him plain as day and desperately trying to keep from snapping at his best friend. Natasha wasn't going to hold in such restraint though. She folded her arms over her chest, looking up at Steve. 

“I’m actually putting my money on Rumlow, Steve. She’s been asking for you” Natasha said.

That made Steve stiffen, the Wolf hopeful and pushing to go into the room. Steve was cautious moving through the door. Your sweet scent finally filled him, and he ached to reach out to pull you close. His chest tightened catching your scent, doing his best to drown himself in you. He was cautious approaching you, seeing you flinch in your bed. 

Because he was there? 

“Oh Little One…” He whispered, the Alpha lowering with a whine of his own. He stayed silent while Steve brushed his fingers against your hand, watching you curl your fingers protectively. You were smart too, who knew when he would be pulled under control again. 

How easy Brock was able to just command him to kill you and he was that close to actually doing it. Steve remembered the sensation of actually wanting to do that. It made his stomach roll now, the nausea sweeping through him at the memory of how you felt struggling underneath him. His jaw clenched and he twisted to leave the room because right now just being there was unsafe for you.  You never woke up enough to see him. 

Steve breezed past Bucky and Natasha, jaw clenched tight to keep from loosing his control. Bucky and Natasha glanced at one another before they sprinted after there Alpha. 

“Steve! Where are you going?” Bucky pulled up alongside him, long strides taking them outside of the hospital with Natasha right behind. 

“Away from Y/N, this thing on me… it’s just not safe..” Steve snarled out and Bucky made a grasp for his arm to make him stop. It caused Steve to recoil, wrenching his arm out of his best friends hold. “Don’t Buck, I know what you are going to say…” Steve raked a hand through his hair. When he swallowed, the band around his neck tightened, a cruel reminder that he wasn’t completely in control of himself.

“Do you Steve?” Bucky responded, bristling at Steve. “I saw the same fucking thing you did, I was made to-” 

Natasha darted between the two men before Bucky finish, her hands at both of there chests to keep the alphas apart. “Listen you two, this isn’t going to help Y/N right now.” She said firmly, fighting back the urge to submit to them. The air was saturated with there tension and it wouldn't take much for Steve to command her back. 

Natasha breaking into the space was enough to make them both step back and look away, trying to reign themselves in. Natasha took a deep breath and turned to Steve first. 

“Right now getting your collar off is crucial. Go to Stark’s, okay? Y/N is right behind you and you two will talk properly. After it is off Steve.” She glanced at Bucky, levelling him a look, “And Bucky is gonna drive you.” 

Bucky gave a nod in confirmation, his frustration tempered. Having recently been hit with the same realizations Steve was going through right now, he could understand some of the confusion Steve was dealing with. Hell, he still hadn’t begun to process it himself, trying to just focus on what was going on right now in the moment. 

Steve glanced from Natasha and Bucky, breathing out in a huff releasing the last of his current anger. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry Buck- I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” Bucky waved it off with a roll of his shoulders. 

“Let it go Punk, we’re all stressed out and trying to deal.” He held his hand out which Steve clasped. Natasha eased up, hugging Steve briefly. 

“I’m gonna go back to Y/N and I will ride up with her to New York. So see you tomorrow.” 

“Thanks… for everything you do. Don’t know what I would do without you Natasha.” Steve admitted before letting her go and she smiled back, winking. 

“Hey she is family to me too, nothing I wouldn’t do for any of you. Go on now… get that fucking thing off before it really drives you mental.” She gave a playful shove to his chest and twisted herself around to go back into the hospital. Bucky stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting while Steve gave the hospital one last look. 

“I hate that she is here.” Steve murmured.

“She won't be for long… Come, we got a long ass drive to New York.” The men turned and retreated. The Alpha struggled to stay with you, making Steve have to shut him out that much more. Now that there was a solid plan, Steve needed to stay present, not let the Alpha take over once more. 

Stark Towers always seemed to loom over everything, Steve craned his neck up while Bucky shifted next to him, anxious. Steve could feel his nervous energy and assumed it was because they were in the city as well as being in another Alphas territory. Steve shifted closer, silently sharing some support as they made there way into Stark Towers where the receptionist looked up, immediately noticing the alphas. 

“Hi, I was told to expect you two today. Steve Rogers and James Barnes?” 

They both nodded at the receptionist and she waved a hand to them to follow her to the elevators, plugging in a security code it promptly opened. 

“Bruce is waiting on the 35th floor for you, go down the hallway and to the left. I’m sure Tony is up there with him as well. If not Bruce can call him.” 

Giving their thanks, Steve and Bucky stepped on the elevator. She hovered a moment, seeming to want to say something more. 

“Thank you… for what you all did. We have been managing calls all day trying to reunite alphas freed with there families.” With a small smile, she let the door close before Steve or Bucky could say anything. Riding the elevator up, Steve glanced at Bucky who seemed to withdraw in his thoughts. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

Bucky gave a bit of a sigh and his hand went to brush against the back of his neck, trying to relieve the tension. “They never would have to be doing that if I didnt go all destructive. How many shifters are never going to make it home?” He confessed and Steve grasped his shoulder, making him look at him. 

“That wasn’t your fault Buck, from the moment that collar was put on you, that was on Brock and Hydra.” 

“Maybe it wasn’t my fault, but the beast and I were still made to do it. You don’t just kill without consequences.” The elevator clicked open to a lab of sorts, cutting off anymore of the conversation as Bruce was already waiting at the entrance for them. 

“Uh- Yes! Hi, good to see you two again.” Bruce moved back so they could step in, taking a real interest in the collar around Steve’s neck. “Hmm, nasty piece of work there, lets see if we can’t take it off, right?” He smiled at them and had Steve sit on a stool while Bucky hovered near the door, instinctively watching the hallway while Bruce grabbed at a set of glasses perched among the mass of his curly hair, perching them on his face to get a better look at the vibranium around Steve’s neck. 

Just let him do his thing. 

<If he can get it off then you will not have any fuss from me.> The Alpha stated. <Means we can go back to our mate sooner.> 

“Im going to be careful but I might tug a bit on these barbs, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine, can you get it off?” Steve didn’t care about the pain of it, he just wanted the thing off him. 

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we can get it off. Tony is just getting some stuff and we will start right away. I would like to know what they did to this vibranium though. It is emitting weird energy” His fingers tapped against the metal. He muttered softly to himself while he stepped away, wrinkling his brow with concern.  

You felt the Little Wolf nudging in your consciousness, the little bit you had. The foggy feeling of drugs still had you feeling out of it right now. You didn't open your eyes yet, not ready to see the situation you were currently in. You still felt the loss of your bond as you sought out Steve. Is Steve here? You questioned your Little Wolf and she whined. 

<No, I don’t sense him. But Natasha has been here…> She paced, tilting her head. <We moved also, when you were out they flew us somewhere. We won’t know till you open your eyes.>

You outwardly groaned at this, you really didn’t want to. There was something blissful about being unconscious. 

<Open them, you can’t pretend any longer> The Little Wolf snapped at you and you relented, blinking at the dim lights and staring at a sterile wall of white. You shifted, cautious because you were so sore, but you could still move around if you wanted to. Blankets were draped over you, heavily to keep you warm but it was almost stifling. Pushing them off, you took a moment to glance around. It looked like a hospital room. A fancy one with all the monitors possible to keep tabs on you, but still a hospital room of some kind. 

“Hel-” Your voice croaked painfully and your hand shot up to your neck, breathing in raggedly. Your neck was still messed up, so you weren't out for too long. Oxygen kept blowing in your nose to help you breathe and you tugged the line off over your head. You were wheezing when you breathed, but you felt like you were being suffocated with the oxygen line stuck in your nose. 

The door eased open to Natasha coming through, a smile breaking out on her face. “About time you came back to us. I know they put you on some good drugs but I’ve never seen anyone sleep so long.” She settled on the bed next to you, looking you over. “You look better too. But you better put the oxygen back on?” 

You shook your head, your brows furrowing. There was only one thing you wanted and that was to see Steve. You open your mouth about to talk when Natasha interrupted you. 

“I haven’t gone to find him or Bucky yet. Yesterday when I messaged Buck, he said that they were struggling with getting that collar off.” 

<We must be at Stark towers.> 

Sam wouldn’t let me stay at the human hospital for long. You exhaled painfully and Natasha flashed you a sympathetic look. 

“How about I go see if I can’t find them?” She offered and you gave a nod and smile in thanks. You moved to get up, like you were going to go with her when she pushed you back onto the bed. “And you can stay here till I get back. I don’t need to find them and then loose you wandering around this place.” 

You relented, knowing that Natasha would find them a lot faster than you would. You settled back into the bed, leaning back with closed eyes, trusting Steve would be joining you soon. The Little Wolf settled down as well, quiet for a moment while she just listened to your surroundings before she spoke up. <Are you ready to see Steve?>

Why wouldn’t I be? Your tone was irritated, hiding some of your own fears that you were ignoring. 

<We lost the bond, there isn't the connection anymore. Not to mention he attacked us. I know it wasn’t him. That Steve would never hurt us, he loves us. But it was a lot. It feels empty without the Alpha.> The Little Wolf whined in defeat as she curled up on herself. <I know he is going to blame himself for all of it.>

Steve is our mate, he can be dangerous if under control, I'm not denying it. But we could be in a similar situation one day. I'm not going to live scared of him, not when we always live in a world of unknowns. When he caught our scent, he eased back. I think that was enough of a sign to know he would never willingly harm us. A slight shiver of unease rolled through you while thinking about what had happened. Pulling away from him now will just break him that much more. 

<You are ready for his guilt?> She asked next, curiously. 

I’m ready to help him work through it, it was his trauma as well as mine. You said firmly, unwilling to push your Alpha away. He was still your safety in this dangerous world and you wanted to be his comfort when he needed it.

Your Little Wolf visibly relaxed after that, content with your answers.

It was a long night and removing the collar had proved to be trickier then any of them had anticipated. Tony and Bruce converesed several times while Bucky stayed with a very stressed out Steve. 

“Okay Cap, we were talking to T’Challa about how to use the vibranium to cut vibranium. It’s uh… got some kind of… well I don’t know what it is built into it but it’s putting off ridiculous amounts of energy” Tony explained.

“It is quite fascinating actually,” Bruce said excitedly, fingers tapping at a tablet. “Something in that collar is emitting a powerful energy, if-” He stuttered out a correction when Bucky growled a warning at his words. “-When! When we get it safely off you Steve, I will need to contain it.” 

“Brucy wants to study it, huh?” Tony smirked from where he worked on sharpening pieces of vibranium to fit on pliers. “This is gonna pack a bit of a punch from what Shuri tells me… so uh Cap, be ready.” 

This wasn’t helping Steve stay calm. The Alpha was aggravated, growling and snapping being under such stress and having the others, even Bucky, in his space. He desperately missed his mate, it didn’t escape him how much she was his rock. 

“I'm ready, more than ready. Get it off.” Steve snapped a bit, settling on the stool so the two men could work on the collar. He tilted his head as Tony worked a small gap between the side of his neck and the collar, Bruce made the first attempt to slide the tool around, trying to get the sharp edge to slice through, but he couldn’t get it to work through. 

“Shit,” Tony growled as he tried to, straining against the collar but nothing. Bucky pushed off the wall, approaching the trio. He could see Steve was at the end of what he could tolerate, Steve’s hands fisted in his lap and jaw clenched while streaks of blood ran down the front of his shirt from where the barbs were digging in. 

Tony let go of the handle when Steve growled out in frustration, Tony’s hands falling to his hips as he looked at the whole situation. “Maybe it won’t go through like T’Challa thought.” 

Bucky approached Steve, his left arm flexing, the steel plates clinking together with the movement. 

“Stay still Alpha.” His hand wrapped around the crudely made tools handle. Bucky felt Steve struggling with himself, being vulnerable once more was messing with the Alpha’s fight or flight instinct. The metal on metal started to creak and groan under the pressure of Bucky pressing on it, the barbs that were digging into Steve’s skin started to twist as the metal warped and with a final harsh squeeze, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining, there was a loud crack and Bucky felt himself get thrown back and slammed into a wall, Steve slumping over onto the floor from the shock. Tony and Bruce stared for half a second wide eyed before rushing to Steve. 

Steve never felt that before, it felt like his whole body was hit with some unseen force and stunned him, even the Alpha was in shock as they both started to come too, blinking to see Tony tapping on the side of his face while Bruce wrapped a bandage around his neck to stall the bleeding pulling out the collars barbs did to him.

“Hey, come on Cap, talk to me. I know you’ve been hit worse than this before. Fury told me all about that time a shell practically exploded in your lap” Tony teased, playfully.

Steve pushed at Tony to get him to stop, using his hands to push himself to a sit while rubbing at his temples. 

“The shell was a dud so I was never in any danger. What the hell was that?” He was groggy as he looked to see where Bucky was thrown too, seeing that he too was pushing himself up and trying to make sense of what happened to them. 

Bruce picked up the now useless collar, turning it in his hands. 

“My best guess? Some kind of energy field, maybe whatever was messing you up and putting you under the compulsion. But how I have no clue, it’s like… some kind of magic? But thats not right, magic isn’t real.”

 “Bullshit it isn’t real.” Bucky snarled as he rolled his shoulders and pushed himself to a stand. “Haven’t you all see what Wanda can do? Manipulation, mind control. I know, I’ve seen Brock make her use it several times.” 

Bruce glanced at Tony and Tony shrugged. “Listen, science doesn’t always have the answer. You with a Beta Human and Alpha Wolf defy what would be considered scientifically possible.” 

Bruce then said serious as could be. “Then thats what I would best describe it as, magic. As for what kind, I’m not the one that can answer that for you.” 

At this moment Steve didn’t need the answer. Even though he should question it more, he was too tired. Bucky tilted Steve’s head slightly, baring his teeth at the way the wounds were weeping slowly. “Medic needs to treat these now. They are festering, maybe infected.” 

“I’m fine.” Steve pushed up to a stand, his head swimming and making the Alpha snap at him as well as Bucky sigh behind him at his stubbornness. “Y/N, where is she?” 

Tony pried himself away from the collar. “Your mate showed up last night and is one floor up, which happens to be a decent set of medics up there who can.” He waved a hand at his neck, wincing. “Clean all that up for you Cap.” 

“Good, right where she needs to be.” Steve clenched his jaw, withdrawing into himself while Bruce worked on putting a bandage around his neck. 

You were here because it became too dangerous to be around you with that collar and although Brock was gone, wherever that collar came from and whatever magic happened to be used on it, that was still out there. 

Meaning, that it could happen again. To him, to Bucky, to any alpha. That thought didn’t sit well with him, it made the Wolf uneasy, and aggravated, wanting to go on the hunt to take out this threat. He glanced at Bucky, his mind set now on what they had to do.

“We got to hunt down the head of the snake.” 

Tony and Bruce glanced at each other with worry, but Bucky’s face hardened at his alpha.

“We both just got out of there, you are bleeding all over the place right now” Bucky’s hand waved towards Steve’s neck. 

“It is the only way this is going to end.” Steve pushed up to a stand. “I will go get treated, then we go.” He strode out of the exam room, Bucky following quick on his heels out to the hallway. 

“And what about Y/N?” Bucky paused him, making Steve stop in his tracks. 

“It’s not safe-” 

“Don't you fucking do that Rogers.” Bucky snapped, glaring at him. “You get this whole ‘I have to save the world’ shit in your head, you did it back when we were working the Howling Commandos. Just because you are Alpha doesn’t mean you get to take the decisions away from Y/N.” Bucky clenched his hands, resisting the urge to punch his best friend for how he was so willing to walk away from you in his twisted attempt to keep you safe- from him. 

“I already broke our bond Buck, I crushed her windpipe and I would have killed her if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” Steve hissed back. “Whose to say it can’t and won’t happen again.” He glanced at his hands, clenching them harshly. “All that was so easy for Brock to command me to do.” 

“I get it Steve.” Bucky said. “Trust me, the things Brock made me do.” He sighed almost in defeat. “The White Wolf tries to shield some of it from me, but it doesn’t change what I did, all those Alpha’s I took away from their packs and their mates? Brock had me destroy them in front of their families. Happy, Cassandra… It’s all with me.” 

“That wasn’t you,” Steve insisted.

“I never would have done that if I was in control. You think your mate is going to hold that against you, what you couldn't control?” Bucky asked.

“It scares me how close I came.” Steve admitted. Bucky felt some of his words must have sank in, cause Steve looked a bit lost in what to do. 

“Come on, lets go get you fixed up before you bleed through that bandage job Bruce did.” Bucky directed Steve towards the elevator when Natasha popped around the corner, relief crossing her face seeing the two Alpha’s coming her way. 

“Y/N is awake and asking for you.” She paused when she saw Steve trying to keep the bandages in place, her eyes widening. “Christ, Alpha, You look like hell.” 

“Well I feel like it.” He growled, not in anger just frustrated. Natasha got the elevator door opened and everyone headed up a floor. 

I wonder if I should go look for him. You wondered when Natasha had been gone for a while. The Little Wolf grew impatient as well, a flick of her tail and shake of her heavy fur trying to ease her tension. She huffed out with a growl. 

<No, this place is a maze and we have only been through a part of it in our visits. We don’t want to get lost.> A soft knock caused both of you to go silent, glancing at the glass on the door. You could see Steve just on the other side. You pushed up from the bed to a stand, pulling off the oxygen you had placed back on for Natasha’s sake. 

Steve stepped in and although it stung your throat, you inhaled deeply, drawing him in. Your eyes slipped closed at the sensation it caused, savoring the way your body warmed, feeling safe now that your mate was nearby in the unfamiliar place. Your body still reacted just as it always did to him, the soothing urge to go to him and curl around him. 

“Little One.” His tone was deep with sadness, his blue eyes looking you up and down, lingering on the dark bruises on your throat. 

You didn't miss the bandages around his neck and you stepped closer, to reach him but he put his hand up to stop you. 

You felt your Little Wolf shrink at his rejection. “I'm sorry, but right now it's simply too dangerous” Steve insisted.

“Dangerous?” You croaked, your throat on fire but you ignored the pain. “We are in Stark towers, this is the safest place to be.” 

Steve kept the space between you two, seeming to be in an inner war with himself. Being stuck on the outside, not knowing what your mate was feeling, you ached for that connection once again. “We still don’t know where Brock got that equipment that was used on us. It would be easy to use it on us once again.” 

“Yeah, so?” Your voice was still harsh to use but you pushed to continue, ignoring Steve’s alarmed look at the strain. “Then we will start looking for the culprit.” 

“We are Little One, Bucky and I.” Steve said softly, letting it sink in. Your features changed, eyes growing defiant at your Alpha. 

“You want to leave me behind” you snarled.

“It’s safer.” Steve said, his eyes dropping once more to your neck, his finger prints still imprinted in a crude purple blotchy pattern around your throat.

“Bullshit Steve.” You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at your mate. “You and Bucky are Alpha’s and although strong, can be forced to submit if you two run across someone stronger. I'm an omega.” You pointed at your chest. “Little Wolf and I make our own choices, when I submit to you it’s because we are choosing too. Try again.” 

Steve could feel his temper rising, the Alpha warning him not to push you too far right now, but the beast craved to take you home, hole you up inside your nest in the bedroom and keep you there, safe, even away from them. “What happens in that scenario Little One?” He pressed closer, looming over you in a very aggressive alpha way. 

You refused to back down to him. Steves hand pressed to your face, grasping your chin in a way he had never done before, keeping you still in his hold. “You couldn’t escape from me before when I told you to run. What are you going to do if we are made to hunt you down?” 

You forced yourself to stay still, glaring up at Steve as he matched your look. “I will survive, I always have before.” Your Little Wolf whined harshly, her ears pinned down as she tried to make herself smaller, but you refused to give him what he wanted. Not this time.

“Not good enough Little One.” He softened just a bit, letting you go. “You will either stay here or go home to Sam and Sara.” 

<He is leaving us behind.> The Little Wolf shrunk on herself, trying to make herself small in her pain.

No, he wouldn't. Steve knows we are stronger together.

The Little Wolf pinned her ears back, whining. <He thinks he hurt us, that he is too dangerous for us.>

It wasn't him...

“Steve…” You took a deep ragged breath, trying to quiet your screaming mind and the Little Wolf started to whine in her own distress, a cross between relief seeing him alive and being furious at him for trying to keep you safe once again, from him of all people. “I’m asking you, as your mate to not do this, don’t shut me out from you. Sending me away from you won’t keep me any safer than before.” 

“Ever since you have been with me, you have been hurt Y/N. When have I ever actually been able to keep you safe? I already freed you from me Little One.” He paused at the door, his hand on the door handle, and pushed through, never once looking back at you. You felt yourself break somewhere deep inside, watching his retreating form leave you behind.

The End

Sam proved himself efficient in all the ways that counted. He immediately got everything in Brock’s compound organized and running for the pack to be able to use while they worked on dismantling it, collecting any data they could on Hydra’s operations. Unfortunately there wasn’t much, it appeared to simply be a holding facility, Sam suspected a storage place to keep alphas until they could be transported. The rooms of cages left them all unsettled, picking up scents of fear and panic in them.  

Tony flew out a medic team to help out the wolves in need of treatment as well as monitor those still recovering from the compulsion. Those that were stable enough started the expansive search of finding their remaining family members. 

Sam sensed the immediate hostility towards Bucky, but with his support no one made any kind of outward accusation against the man. Whispers traveled amongst the wolves, particularly those not from The Pack. It would only be a matter of time before another Alpha challenged Sam about Bucky. The wolves who lost there packs were grieving and grief often hid itself in anger and hostility. 

Bucky did his best to stay out of others ways knowing how Sam was hanging onto the control amongst the chaos. Guilt and deep sadness was making the White Wolf sink far away from Bucky’s consciousness, making him feel a bit lost in how to respond to those around him. No one outwardly said it to him, but it wasn't hard to tell how many of these wolves hated him now. And he didn't blame them. 

So he stayed with Steve where it was the safest for him right now. 

The Alpha went through a barrage of anger as soon as they refused to bring him to You. Removing the collar was proving to be more difficult then they anticipated and Steve wanted to see you right now, make sure you were okay. Steve kept picturing the way his hands circled your neck and squeezed, how it felt to feel you struggle against him but he was too powerful for you to get away, how the look on your face accepted that this was it, and even though there was a real genuine fear in your eyes there was also a sadness. It ate at him, made his hands shake, clench, he hated his strength now. All his life he appreciated being a strong alpha after having grown up a runt, Now he hated that he almost ended the most important person in his life and he couldn’t stop it, had his own power used against him. Being human was almost too hard, he let the Alpha take over for a while, the Wolf just having one focus, going to you.   

“I don't know Sam, maybe I should just take him.” Bucky shrugged outside of Steve’s room in the hallway, running a hand through his hair. In the room, they could hear Steve had shifted, the Wolf pacing the room in agitation. “Eventually he is going to just go himself without us. If I’m there and he is triggered, I can contain him.” 

Sam rubbed at the lower part of his face thinking about what Bucky was suggesting. He didn’t like it, unsure of what was going to happen. The likelihood anything would happen was slim, Brock was dead and no one had turned up yet to indicate they were taking his place in whatever Hydra was up to. But expecting the unexpected was a safe rule to follow. He took another glance through the room's glass to see Steve pacing, the Wolf looking almost run into the ground, refusing to settle down after being separated from you. “Sara texted me and said it was bad. Y/N has a crushed windpipe. They don’t want to move her but Tony has it so she will be brought to Bruce tomorrow.” Sam’s jaw flexed in agitation, his own wolf anxious at how unstable Steve seemed. “Prepare Steve for what he will be seeing Buck and keep a close eye. As soon as you think he might be unstable, pull him out. She will probably be sleeping or drugged. The likelihood she will know he’s there is slim.” 

“She will know, but I hear you.” Bucky stated before he pushed open the door. The Alpha rumbled, shaking his heavy head to dislodge the collar but like all the other times, it was still lodged against his skin, the spikes biting into him but he didn’t care. If he thought he could rip it off, he would have. Bucky stayed near the door, cocking his head towards the exit. “What do you say Steve, wanna go see your girl?” 

It was almost automatic the man stood before him, going for clothes to pull on. 

“You going to be there?” Steve grunted, pulling a shirt over his head.

“Till the end of the line, pal. Think you’re bound to lose your mind if you can’t at least see that she’s safe. But Steve, just…” He grabbed a hold of Steve’s arm before he could bypass him out of the room. 

“Listen, I know you already know, but she is going to look bad. The best way you can help is try not try to go in and fix it okay? You can’t just fix this, she needs to be able to heal.” Bucky paused, waiting to see Steve’s reaction. 

“I know, I just need to see her” Steve’s eyes were tired but determined. “You are going to be there in case anything happens with this fucking thing.” His hand went to the band of metal still around his neck. 

“I gotta see her Buck, it’s killing me.” Steve pulled from his hold, already halfway down the hall by the time Bucky closed the door to the room and followed after his Alpha. Bucky really hoped he made the right call. 

Steve was quiet during the ride, drawn inwards while Bucky drove. The Wolf rambled in his mind, the beast so anxious to make sure you were okay that it made Steve’s stomach twist and his chest feel tight. 

<This is really the best place for her?> 

Yes, we really injured our Little One, she needs to recover. 

<We should see about her returning home as soon as she’s ready.> 

Not until we have this thing off, who knows what would happen if we go under again. Our mate might not be ready to see us, or even want to return home. We hurt her. Steves brows furrowed at his own thoughts. She might not feel safe with us again. 

The Alpha snarled at Steve’s words. <Don’t do that, you always assume the worst,> 

Steve felt himself sink further, the Wolf was being optimistic but Steve suspected he would know what they would find. You would have fear in your eyes and shrink away. His hands clenched at his thighs, recalling the way your neck felt. How you struggled and looked so scared. He did that, all with a simple command. How could he be that weak? 

“Steve?” Bucky reached over to shake at his shoulder and Steve snapped out of his thoughts, noticing they were parked. “Are you sure about this?” 

“Yeah, I just need to see Y/N, make sure she is okay.” He pulled away, quick to escape the confines of the car and Bucky’s questions. 

No he wasn’t sure about this, he might be hurting you even more just by being there, but he had to know. See you with his own eyes. 

Steve missed the flash of concern from Bucky when he used your name and not the nickname he gave you the day the two of you met. Constantly Steve sought out the bond connecting you two, even knowing it wouldn't be there, none of your warmth and passion filling him. 

He shattered it in seconds. 

Bucky indicated which way to go, two massive shifters maneuvered the humans busy hospital. People naturally moved out of the stalking men’s way. Steve continuously inhaled, searching you out. 

Sickness and antiseptic assaulted him, so many different people that he wasn't familiar with, where were you in all this? He growled lowly a few times when someone made the mistake of bumping into him, Bucky kept him going until Natasha poked her head out of a room, closing the door most of the way. 

“Sam texted me that you guys were coming.” She braced a hand against Steve a moment, maybe partially pausing him from going into the room, partially in solidarity. The Wolf wanted to push past but Steve slowed, letting her direct him to the window to look in. She pulled up next to him and Bucky, he stuck behind Steve, watching the Alphas back while he took in the scene in front of him.

“She's comfortable, I promise. She really just looks worse then she is, Steve.” Natasha said softly, keeping her gaze forward. 

This was all too familiar to Steve, you looked so small in the sterile white bed, your neck in a brace this time and various monitors around you. The Wolf stood alert, inspecting you as best he could, he ached, the Wolf ached to find his Little Wolf and Steve ached in knowing he did this to you.

“Has she been able to talk yet?” Steve’s gaze followed a line that fed into your mouth. 

“No, Y/N’s windpipe is just too bruised right now. They have the tube in to help her breath. They said they will be able to remove it soon.” Natasha confirmed.

“I did this.” Steve said almost to himself and Bucky clenched his jaw, hearing him plain as day and desperately trying to keep from snapping at his best friend. Natasha wasn't going to hold in such restraint though. She folded her arms over her chest, looking up at Steve. 

“I’m actually putting my money on Rumlow, Steve. She’s been asking for you” Natasha said.

That made Steve stiffen, the Wolf hopeful and pushing to go into the room. Steve was cautious moving through the door. Your sweet scent finally filled him, how he ached to reach out and pull you close. His chest tightened catching your scent, doing his best to drown himself in you. He was cautious approaching you, seeing you flinch in your bed. 

Because he was there? 

“Oh Little One…” He whispered, the Alpha lowering with a whine of his own. He stayed silent while Steve brushed his fingers against your hand, watching you curl your fingers protectively. You were smart too, who knew when he would be pulled under control again. 

How easy Brock was able to just command him to kill you and he was that close to actually doing it. Steve remembered the sensation of actually wanting to do that. It made his stomach roll now, the nausea sweeping through him at the memory of how you felt struggling underneath him. His jaw clenched and he twisted to leave the room because right now just being there was unsafe for you.  You never woke up enough to see him. 

Steve breezed past Bucky and Natasha, jaw clenched tight to keep from loosing his control. Bucky and Natasha glanced at one another before they sprinted after there Alpha. 

“Steve! Where are you going?” Bucky pulled up alongside him, long strides taking them outside of the hospital with Natasha right behind. 

“Away from Y/N, this thing on me… it’s just not safe..” Steve snarled out and Bucky made a grasp for his arm to make him stop. It caused Steve to recoil, wrenching his arm out of his best friends hold. “Don’t Buck, I know what you are going to say…” Steve raked a hand through his hair. When he swallowed, the band around his neck tightened, a cruel reminder that he wasn’t completely in control of himself.

“Do you Steve?” Bucky responded, bristling at Steve. “I saw the same fucking thing you did, I was made to-” 

Natasha darted between the two men before Bucky finish, her hands at both of there chests to keep the alphas apart. “Listen you two, this isn’t going to help Y/N right now.” She said firmly, fighting back the urge to submit to them. The air was saturated with there tension and it wouldn't take much for Steve to command her back. 

Natasha breaking into the space was enough to make them both step back and look away, trying to reign themselves in. Natasha took a deep breath and turned to Steve first. 

“Right now getting your collar off is crucial. Go to Stark’s, okay? Y/N is right behind you and you two will talk properly. After it is off Steve.” She glanced at Bucky, levelling him a look, “And Bucky is gonna drive you.” 

Bucky gave a nod in confirmation, his frustration tempered. Having recently been hit with the same realizations Steve was going through right now, he could understand some of the confusion Steve was dealing with. Hell, he still hadn’t begun to process it himself, trying to just focus on what was going on right now in the moment. 

Steve glanced from Natasha and Bucky, breathing out in a huff releasing the last of his current anger. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry Buck- I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” Bucky waved it off with a roll of his shoulders. 

“Let it go Punk, we’re all stressed out and trying to deal.” He held his hand out which Steve clasped. Natasha eased up, hugging Steve briefly. 

“I’m gonna go back to Y/N and I will ride up with her to New York. So see you tomorrow.” 

“Thanks… for everything you do. Don’t know what I would do without you Natasha.” Steve admitted before letting her go and she smiled back, winking. 

“Hey she is family to me too, nothing I wouldn’t do for any of you. Go on now… get that fucking thing off before it really drives you mental.” She gave a playful shove to his chest and twisted herself around to go back into the hospital. Bucky stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting while Steve gave the hospital one last look. 

“I hate that she is here.” Steve murmured.

“She wont be for long… Come, we got a long ass drive to New York.” The men turned and retreated. The Alpha struggled to stay with you, making Steve have to shut him out that much more. Now that there was a solid plan, Steve needed to stay present, not let the Alpha take over once more. 

Stark Towers always seemed to loom over everything, Steve craned his neck up while Bucky shifted next to him, anxious. Steve could feel his nervous energy and assumed it was because they were in the city as well as being in another Alphas territory. Steve shifted closer, silently sharing some support as they made there way into Stark Towers where the receptionist looked up, immediately noticing the alphas. 

“Hi, I was told to expect you two today. Steve Rogers and James Barnes?” 

They both nodded at the receptionist and she waved a hand to them to follow her to the elevators, plugging in a security code it promptly opened. 

“Bruce is waiting on the 35th floor for you, go down the hallway and to the left. I’m sure Tony is up there with him as well. If not Bruce can call him.” 

Giving their thanks, Steve and Bucky stepped on the elevator. She hovered a moment, seeming to want to say something more. 

“Thank you… for what you all did. We have been manning calls all day trying to reunite alphas freed with there families.” With a small smile, she let the door close before Steve or Bucky could say anything. Riding the elevator up, Steve glanced at Bucky who seemed to withdraw in his thoughts. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

Bucky gave a bit of a sigh and his hand went to brush against the back of his neck, trying to relieve the tension. “They never would have to be doing that if I didnt go all destructive. How many shifters are never going to make it home?” He confessed and Steve grasped his shoulder, making him look at him. 

“That wasn’t your fault Bucky, from the moment that collar was put on you, that was on Brock and Hydra.” 

“Maybe it wasn’t my fault, but the beast and I were still made to do it. You don’t just kill without consequences.” The elevator clicked open to a lab of sorts, cutting off anymore of the conversation as Bruce was already waiting at the entrance for them. 

“Uh- Yes! Hi, good to see you two again.” Bruce moved back so they could step in, taking a real interest in the collar around Steve’s neck. “Hmm, nasty piece of work there, lets see if we can’t take it off, right?” He smiled at them and had Steve sit on a stool while Bucky hovered near the door, instinctively watching the hallway while Bruce grabbed at a set of glasses perched among the mass of his curly hair, perching them on his face to get a better look at the vibranium around Steve’s neck. 

Just let him do his thing. 

<If he can get it off then you will not have any fuss from me.> The Alpha stated. <Means we can go back to our mate sooner.> 

“Im going to be careful but I might tug a bit on these barbs, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine, can you get it off?” Steve didn’t care about the pain of it, he just wanted the thing off him. 

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we can get it off. Tony is just getting some stuff and we will start right away. I would like to know what they did to this vibranium though. It is emitting a weird energy” His fingers tapped against the metal. He muttered softly to himself while he stepped away, wrinkling his brow with concern.  

You felt the Little Wolf nudging in your consciousness, the little bit you had. The foggy feeling of drugs still had you feeling out of it right now. You didnt open your eyes yet, not ready to see the situation you were currently in. You still felt the loss of your bond as you sought out Steve. Is Steve here? You questioned your Little Wolf and she whined. 

<No, I don’t sense him. But Natasha has been here…> She paced, tilting her head. <We moved also, when you were out they flew us somewhere. We won’t know till you open your eyes.>

You outwardly groaned at this, you really didn’t want to. There was something blissful about being unconcious. 

<Open them, you can’t pretend any longer> The Little Wolf snapped at you and you relented, blinking at the dim lights and staring at a sterile wall of white. You shifted, cautious because you were so sore, but you werent contained into one spot. Blankets were drapped over you, heavily to keep you warm but it was almost stifling. Pushing them off, you took a moment to glance around. It looked like a hospital room. A fancy one with all the monitors possible to keep tabs on you, but still a hospital room of some kind. 

“Hel-” Your voice croaked painfully and your hand shot up to your neck, breathing in raggedly. Your neck was still messed up, so you weren't out for too long. Oxygen kept blowing in your nose to help you breath and you tugged the line off over your head. You were wheezing when you breathed, but you felt like you were being suffocated with the oxygen line stuck in your nose. 

The door eased open to Natasha coming through, a smile breaking out on her face. “About time you came back to us. I know they put you on some good drugs but I’ve never seen anyone sleep so long.” She settled on the bed next to you, looking you over. “You look better too. But you better put the oxygen back on?” 

You shook your head, your brows furrowing. There was only one thing you wanted and that was to see Steve. You open your mouth about to talk when Natasha interrupted you. 

“I haven’t gone to find him or Bucky yet. Yesterday when I messaged Buck, he said that they were struggling with getting that collar off.” 

<We must be at Stark towers.> 

Sam wouldn’t let me stay at the human hospital for long. You exhaled painfully and Natasha flashed you a sympathetic look. 

“How about I go see if I can’t find them?” She offered and you gave a nod and smile in thanks. You moved to get up, like you were going to go with her when she pushed you back onto the bed. “And you can stay here till I get back. I don’t need to find them and then loose you wandering around this place.” 

You relented, knowing that Natasha would find them alot faster then you would. You settled back into the bed, leaning back with closed eyes, trusting Steve would be joining you soon. The Little Wolf settled down as well, quiet for a moment while she just listened to there your surroundings before she spoke up. <Are you ready to see Steve?>

Why wouldn’t we be? Your tone was irritated, hiding some of your own fears that you were ignoring. 

<We lost the bond, there isnt the connection anymore. Not to mention he attacked us. I know it wasn’t him. That Steve would never hurt us, he loves us. But it was alot. It feels empty without the Alpha.> The Little Wolf whined in defeat as she curled up on herself. <I know he is going to blame himself for all of it.>

Steve is our mate, he can be dangerous if under control, Im not denying it. But we could be in a similar situation one day. Im not going to live scared of him, not when we always live in a world of unknowns. When he caught our scent, he eased back. I think that was enough of a sign to know he would never willingly harm us. A slight shiver of unease rolled through you while thinking about what had happened. Pulling away from him now will just break him that much more. 

<You are ready for his guilt?> She asked next, curiously. 

I’m ready to help him work through it, it was his trauma as well as mine. You said firmly, unwilling to push your Alpha away. He was still your safety in this dangerous world and you wanted to be his comfort when he needed it.

Your Little Wolf visibly relaxed after that, content with your answers. 

It was a long night and removing the collar had proved to be trickier then any of them had anticipated. Tony and Bruce converesed several times while Bucky stayed with a very stressed out Steve. 

“Okay Cap, we were talking to T’Challa about how to use the vibranium to cut vibranium. It’s uh… got some kind of… well I don’t know what it is built into it but it’s putting off ridiculous amounts of energy” Tony explained.

“It is quite fascinating actually.” Bruce said excitedly, fingers tapping at a tablet. “Something in that collar is emitting a powerful energy, if-” He stuttered out a correction when Bucky growled a warning at his words. “-When! When we get it safely off you Steve, I will need to contain it.” 

“Brucy wants to study it, huh?” Tony smirked from where he worked on sharpening pieces of vibranium to fit on pliers. “This is gonna pack a bit of a punch from what Shuri tells me… so uh Cap, be ready.” 

This wasn’t helping Steve stay calm. The Alpha was aggravated, growling and snapping being under such stress and having the others, even Bucky, be in his space. He desperately missed his mate, it didn’t escape bypass him how much she was his rock. 

“Im ready, more then ready. Get it off.” Steve snapped a bit, settling in the stool so the two men could work on the collar. He tilted his head as Tony worked a small gap between the side of his neck and the collar, Bruce made the first attempt to slide the tool around, trying to get the sharp edge to slice through, but he couldn’t get it to work through. 

“Shit.” Tony growled as he tried too, straining against the collar but nothing. Bucky pushed off the wall, approaching the trio. He could see Steve was at the end of what he could tolerate, Steve’s hands fisted in his lap and jaw clenched while streaks of blood ran down the front of his shirt from where the barbs were digging in. 

Tony let go of the handle when Steve growled out in frustration, Tony’s hands falling to his hips as he looked at the whole situation. “Maybe it won’t go through like T’Challa thought.” 

Bucky approached Steve, his left arm flexing, the steel plates clinking together with the movement. 

“Stay still Alpha.” His hand wrapped around the crudely made tools handle. Bucky felt Steve struggling with himself, being vulnerable once more was messing with the Alpha’s fight or flight instinct. The metal on metal started to creak and groan under the pressure of Bucky pressing on it, the barbs that were digging into Steve’s skin started to twist as the metal warped and with a final harsh squeeze, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining, there was a loud crack and Bucky felt himself get thrown back and slammed into a wall, Steve slumping over onto the floor from the shock. Tony and Bruce stared for half a second wide eyed before rushing to Steve. 

Steve never felt that before, it felt like his whole body was hit with some unseen force and stunned him, even the Alpha was in shock as they both started to come too, blinking to see Tony tapping on the side of his face while Bruce wrapped a bandage around his neck to stall the bleeding pulling out the collars barbs did to him.

“Hey, come on Cap, talk to me. I know you’ve been hit worse then this before. Fury told me all about that time a shell practically exploded in your lap” Tony teased, playfully.

Steve pushed at Tony to get him to stop, using his hands to push himself to a sit while rubbing at his temples. 

“The shell was a dud so I was never in any danger. What the hell was that?” He was groggy as he looked to see where Bucky was thrown too, seeing that he too was pushing himself up and trying to make sense of what happened to them. 

Bruce picked up the now useless collar, turning it in his hands. 

“My best guess? Some kind of energy field, maybe whatever was messing you up and putting you under the compulsion. But how I have no clue, it’s like… some kind of magic? But thats not right, magic isn’t real.”

 “Bullshit it isn’t real.” Bucky snarled as he rolled his shoulders and pushed himself to a stand. “Haven’t you all see what Wanda can do? Manipulation, mind control. I know, I’ve seen Brock make her use it several times.” 

Bruce glanced at Tony and Tony shrugged. “Listen, science doesn’t always have the answer. You with a Beta Human and Alpha Wolf defy what would be considered scientifically possible.” 

Bruce then said serious as could be. “Then thats what I would best describe it as, magic. As for what kind, I’m not the one that can answer that for you.” 

At this moment Steve didn’t need the answer. Even though he should question it more, he was too tired. Bucky tilted Steve’s head slightly, baring his teeth at the way the wounds were weeping slowly. “Medic needs to treat these now. They are festering, maybe infected.” 

“I’m fine.” Steve pushed up to a stand, his head swimming and making the Alpha snap at him as well as Bucky sigh behind him at his stubbornness. “Y/N, where is she?” 

Tony pried himself away from the collar. “Your mate showed up last night and is one floor up, which happens to be a decent set of medics up there who can.” He waved a hand at his neck, wincing. “Clean all that up for you Cap.” 

“Good, right where she needs to be.” Steve clenched his jaw, withdrawing into himself while Bruce worked on putting a bandage around his neck. 

You were here because it became too dangerous to be around you with that collar and although Brock was gone, wherever that collar came from and whatever magic happened to be used on it, that was still out there. 

Meaning, it could happen again. To him, to Bucky, to any alpha. That thought didn’t sit well with him, it made the Wolf uneasy, aggravated, wanting to go on the hunt to take out this threat. He glanced at Bucky, his mind set now in what they had to do.

“We got to hunt down the head of the snake.” 

Tony and Bruce glanced at each other with worry, but Bucky’s face hardened at his alpha.

“We both just got out of there, you are bleeding all over the place right now” Bucky’s hand waved towards Steve’s neck. 

“It is the only way this is going to end.” Steve pushed up to a stand. “I will go get treated, then we go.” He strode out of the exam room, Bucky following quick on his heels out to the hallway. 

“And what about Y/N?” Bucky paused him, making Steve stop in his tracks. 

“It’s not safe-” 

“Dont you fucking do that Rogers.” Bucky snapped out at him, glaring at him. “You get this whole ‘I have to save the world’ shit in your head, you did it back when we were working the Howling Commando’s. Just because you are Alpha doesn’t mean you get to take the decisions away from Y/N.” Bucky clenched his hands, resisting the urge to punch his best friend for how he was so willing to walk away from you in his twisted attempt to keep you safe- from him. 

“I already broke our bond Buck, I crushed her windpipe and I would have killed her if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” Steve hissed back. “Who’s to say it can’t and won’t happen again.” He glanced at his hands, clenching them harshly. “All that was so easy for Brock to command me to do.” 

“I get it Steve.” Bucky said. “Trust me, the things Brock made me do.” He sighed almost in defeat. “The White Wolf tries to shield some of it from me, but it doesn’t change what I did do, all those Alpha’s I took away from there packs and there mates? Brock had me destroy in front of them. Happy, Cassandra… It’s all with me.” 

“That wasn’t you,” Steve insisted.

“I never would have done that if I was in control. You think your mate is going to hold that against you, what you couldnt control?” Bucky asked.

“It scares me how close I came.” Steve admitted. Bucky felt some of his words must have sank in, cause Steve looked a bit lost in what to do. 

“Come on, lets go get you fixed up before you bleed through that bandage job Bruce did.” Bucky directed Steve towards the elevator when Natasha popped around the corner, relief crossing her face seeing the two Alpha’s coming her way. 

“Y/N is awake and asking for you.” She paused when she saw Steve trying to keep the bandages in place, her eyes widening. “Christ, Alpha, You look like hell.” 

“Well I feel like it.” He growled, not in anger just frustrated. Natasha got the elevator door opened and everyone headed up a floor. 

I wonder if I should go look for him. You wondered when Natasha had been gone for a while. The Little Wolf grew impatient as well, a flick of her tail and shake of her heavy fur trying to ease her tension. She huffed out with a growl. 

<No, this place is a maze and we have only been through a part of it in our visits. We don’t want to get lost.> A soft knock caused both of you to go silent, glancing at the glass looking out. You could see Steve just on the other side. You pushed up from the bed to a stand, pulling off the oxygen you had placed back on for Natasha’s sake. 

Steve stepped in and although it stung your throat, you inhaled deeply, drawing him in. Your eyes slipped closed at the sensation it caused, savoring the way your body warmed, feeling safe now that your mate was nearby in the unfamiliar place. Your body still reacted just as it always did too him, the soothing urge to go to him and curl around him. 

“Little One.” His tone was deep with sadness, his blue eyes looking you up and down, lingering on the dark bruises on your throat. 

You didn't miss the bandages around his neck and you stepped closer, to reach him but he put his hand up to stop you. 

You felt your Little Wolf shrink at his rejection. “Im sorry, but right now its simply too dangerous” Steve insisted.

“Dangerous?” You croaked, your throat on fire but you ignored the pain. “We are in Stark towers, this is the safest place to be.” 

Steve kept the space between you two, seeming to be in a inner war with himself. Being stuck on the outside, not knowing what your mate was feeling, you ached for that connection once again. “We still don’t know where Brock got that equipment that was used on us. It would be easy to use it on us once again.” 

“Yeah, so?” Your voice was still harsh to use but you pushed to continue, ignoring Steve’s alarmed look at the strain. “Then we will start looking for the culprit.” 

“We are Little One, Bucky and I.” Steve said softly, letting it sink in. Your features changed, eyes growing defiant at your Alpha. 

“You want to leave me behind” you snarled.

“It’s safer.” Steve said, his eyes dropping once more to your neck, his finger prints still imprinted in a crude purple blotchy pattern around your throat.

“Bullshit Steve.” You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at your mate. “You and Bucky are Alpha’s and although strong, can be forced to submit if you two run across someone stronger. Im an omega.” You pointed at your chest. “Little Wolf and I make our own choices, when I submit to you it’s because we are choosing too. Try again.” 

Steve could feel his temper rising, the Alpha warning him not to push you too far right now, but the beast craved to take you home, hole you up inside your nest in the bedroom and keep you there, safe, even away from them. “What happens in that scenario Little One?” He pressed closer, looming over you in a very aggressive alpha way. 

You refused to back down to him. Steves hand pressed to your face, grasping your chin in a way he had never done before, keeping you still in his hold. “You couldn’t escape from me before when I told you to run. What are you going to do if we are made to hunt you down?” 

You forced yourself to stay still, glaring up at Steve as he matched your look. “I will survive, I always have before.” Your Little Wolf whined harshly, her ears pinned down as she treid to make herself smaller, but you refused. 

“Not good enough Little One.” He softened just a bit, letting you go. “You will either stay here or go home to Sam and Sara.” 

“Steve…” You took a deep ragged breath, trying to quiet your screaming mind, a cross between relief seeing him alive and being furious at him for trying to keep you safe once again. “I’m asking you, as your mate to not do this, don’t shut me out from you. Sending me away from you won’t keep me any safer then before.” 

“Ever since you have been with me, you have been hurt Y/N. When have I ever actually been able to keep you safe? I already freed you from me Little One.” He paused at the door, his hand on the door handle, and pushed through. You felt yourself break somewhere deep inside, watching his retreating form leave you behind.

The End 🐺

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[dungeonpuppykai]

Can you write a dark!alpha Steve Rogers where his men start to speak vulgarly about his omega!assistant. You know just being very sexual and gross and Steve is just like absolutely not she’s my wife and decides to put his men into place.

Instead of punishing them he brings his omega in and has her suck him off for a good while. By the end her eyes are all watery and her lips are swollen (and maybe she was wearing lipstick that’s all smudged now) driving the men mad. As a final warning that omega is his, Alpha Steve takes his cock and cums all over her face. He makes her leave it on as she goes back to serving his men coffee and refreshments during the meeting.

Man, I hate how I love Steve. So sorry that this is thousands of years late. Hope you see it and like it still. Feedback is much appreciated. Unedited 🩷

Warning(s): Exhibitionism, dacryphilia, abo verse, m!dom, f!sub, blow job, deep throating, lowkey dark!Steve.

The rims of Omega's mouth felt puffy and numb, the corners of her jaw in pain that was ever-growing; courtesy of her Alpha's inhuman girth. 

Another thick, hot tear trickled down the corner of her flushed face and hung clinging to her skin for a few moments before dropping against the fabric of her pencil skirt with a loud pat. 

Such a sound is rarely ever loud enough to be heard in such a manner. But the dead silence in Steve Rogers' office provided that and the sound of her gagging the perfect atmosphere the ability to almost bounce off the walls. 

Her eyes were bloodshot, nose red and flared as she tried her best to breathe through it and move her mouth along his frankly monstrous length from her spot on the ground between Steve's legs. 

Steve; her husband, her Alpha, her owner. 

Omega did her best to fight against her tight little gag reflex that even after all this time of being together got easily triggered by his fat knot. 

At least, in the beginning. 

Because his wife was all about adjusting to him and his tastes. 

That had been her designated spot in their dynamic from the beginning.

Submit to Steve's authority and obey him without question no matter how depraved his demand or order may be. 

It didn't matter if his potential business partners sat across the table with their breaths heavy and eyes wide at the sight of her fucking her throat on her boss and husband's cock, nimble fingers gently playing with his heavy ballsack.

Omega's task at this moment was to suck Steve's cock and nothing else.

It didn't matter if her mouth felt coarse, or if her throat was trying to force itself shut due to the shame she felt in this humiliating position, the boss didn't care if his precum and your drool was dripping down his assistant's chin and making a mess on the expensive blouse he had bought her.

What mattered to Steve was that he was making a point. 

This girl, looking so pretty with her dark lipstick smudged all over her face and his cock along with her own fingers, lowering her face on his cock obediently until its imprint appeared against the delicate skin of her throat, a bubble of his precum that she would occasionally inhale on accident popping out of her nose as her claim mark nearly glistened next to the fancy pearl neckpiece that she wore, was his.

Body, mind, soul.

And none of these rich pricks would be allowed to entertain any fantasies about her.

As Steve pulled her face off him by her hair and grunted while pumping himself faster and faster to aid his thick, hot release, he knew his territory was marked when the shiny white blobs shot out of his tip and landed against her pretty face.

Omega was gasping for air as her eyes fluttered close, pussy thumping and clenching around air for more. 

Him. 

Steve hummed when he was done emptying his load on his beloved's messy red face until his cum coated it like a literal cosmetic mask.

She rose to her feet without protest or question about her own need when ordered, having been trained to always put her husband and Alpha first.

For good things came when he was pleased.

The slick between her legs was noticeable as Steve tasked her with going about her part in the meeting, slapping her ass for good measure as she walked by.

The sound reverberated off the walls in a manner that was nothing less of a warning. 

A threat. 

The men felt embarrassed under Steve's eyes when Omega bent to fetch the refreshments and as though it wasn't already noticeable enough, unknowingly made show of the huge damp spot that had appeared on her ass, extending downwards in thick streaks.

It was honestly commendable how she was managing with carrying out her orders as well as she was irrespective of how hot her insides were as they bubbled over and created an actual puddle in her panties that grew heavier by the passing minute. 

All of that was for Steve.

And no one else. 

Certainly not these pathetic men who could only enjoy an Omega out of force or payment. 

And never how Steve had while simply lounging in his chair. 

No.

They could never even hope for something similar. 

Steve made sure that they didn't.

For after they had left and he praised his Omega before taking her home to reward her for being such a good girl for him in more ways than one, he had made a phonecall. 

And the men were never seen again. 

They were made to vanish into thin air.

As though they had never even existed to begin with. 

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[holylulusworld]

Triad (2)

Summary: You are everything to them.

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: future mfm relationship, established mm relationship, meet cute, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, needy Bucky & Steve, dominant reader, dom/sub undertones

A/N: I decided to turn this request into a mini-series. It will consist of drabbles telling us more about their story.

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Triad (1)

A good alpha is always attentive and knows exactly what their omega needs. In your case, you had two needy bonded omegas who crashed into your life.

You didn’t intend on finding an omega anytime soon, and now, you had two omegas following you around the park. They wouldn’t take no for an answer and refused to go home and leave you alone.

The only way out was to find out if they were right. If these two perfect specimens of male omegas were yours, you had to give it a try.

“You could come with us,” Bucky whined. He walked next to you to catch your irresistible scent. “We got a nice house in Brooklyn.”

You cocked a brow. “I can’t go home with two strangers,” you stopped walking to look at Bucky. Needy and submissive omega or not. These two men were much taller and stronger than you. If their instinct overwhelmed them, they could end up getting hurt or worse.

“Take us to your home then,” the brunette argued. He wasn’t going to let you slip through their fingers. They lost a true mate once and didn’t want to risk losing you too. “Please.”

“You’re a needy omega,” your features softened, and you ran your fingertips over the mark Steve left on Bucky’s neck. The omega mewled loudly and rubbed his hand over his crotch. “So responsive and sweet.”

Steve’s eyes widened when you leaned closer to sniff at Bucky’s neck. “Alpha,” the brunette panted heavily. “Please.”

“What shall I do with you two?” You sighed deeply. It was too risky to take them home with you or to go home with them.

On the other hand, you couldn’t risk sending them away. Both could go into heat and in that case, they wouldn’t be able to help each other. Not after they met their true alpha.

“Maybe we could go to a neutral place. Not our home, nor yours,” Steve suggested, but his mate whined low in his throat. Bucky wanted to curl up next to you and his mate and be petted like he deserved.

You chewed on your lower lip, debating whether to take them to your home or not. “I just moved to town. My belongings are still unpacked. My apartment won’t smell much like me. We need to ease you into being around my scent. I cannot overwhelm you.”

“Maybe—” Bucky jumped in. “You can come to our home, alpha. We just bought it. Everything is brand-new and our scent won’t overwhelm you.”

Steve nodded at his mate’s suggestion. “He’s right. We went for a walk in the park to buy some flowers for our new home. We moved in just yesterday.”

“We bought more than flowers,” Bucky said. “We like to go shopping.” He grinned. “Do you like shopping too?”

“Uh-sometimes,” you shrugged. “I didn’t have much time lately. With my new job, the new apartment, and exploring a new town, I didn’t find the energy to buy more things to store at my apartment.”

Bucky gave his mate a knowing look. His grin widened and he wrung his hands. “Stevie,” he whispered. “Maybe she can move in with us.” The omega would do anything to have you around for the rest of their lives.

“Buck, we can’t…or can we?” Steve quirked a brow.

“Whoa, hold the horses,” you raised one hand. “We met like five minutes ago. You can’t just invite me to live with you. That’s crazy.”

“Alphas and Omegas mate after knowing each other for minutes,” the brunette pointed out. “Steve and I have known each other since childhood but most of the time, you find your mate and never let them go.”

Steve nodded in agreement. Why argue if he felt the same? “Bucky is not wrong.” He stepped closer to sniff in your direction. “You can feel it too, I know it. You’re our alpha.”

“Steve, we can’t go from meet cute to mate like animals,” you tried to stop yourself from pouncing on the omegas. If they didn’t stop pushing your boundaries, you’d end up claiming them in a hurry.

“Come home with us,” Bucky whined and tugged at your jacket. “We promise to behave. Just let us get to know each other. We can exchange numbers and meet again.”

“We promise to behave,” Steve repeated his mate’s words. “We won’t hurt you or act out.” He assured you and grabbed Bucky’s hand. “Right Buck? We will invite Y/N to our home and offer beverages and cookies.”

“Cookies?” Bucky grunted. “Stevie, we can’t offer cookies and beverages to our true alpha. We need to order food and prepare the house. Flowers! We need more flowers and candles.” He hums to himself. “Yeah, scented candles.”

Quirked a brow and watched the omega pace back and forth. He got his phone out to take notes. “Bucky.”

“Roses…no…lilies!” He exclaimed. “Steve, we need to order two dozen of each.”

“I like daisies or lilies of the valley,” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “Omega, you need to calm down. I know meeting your alpha can be overwhelming. Cookies are fine.”

“See, cookies are fine,” Steve grinned. “I knew she’d like cookies.” He nodded to himself. “Can we invite you, Y/N?”

“Sure. If you kill me, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your lives…”

“This is the living room, over there is the dining room,” Bucky excitedly guided you through their house. “Do you want to see the garden?”

“Buck, we should offer her coffee or tea, don’t you think?” Steve tried to get your attention. “What do you like?”

“I want you both to take a deep breath and relax. You did well so far,” you patted Steve’s chest. “Tea and cookies would be nice, Steve. Thank you.”

He hummed and glanced at your untouched claiming mark. “What kind of cookies? We got homemade ones, or the ones Steve bought.” Bucky grinned at his mate.

“You love them,” the blonde retorted. “I saw you in the kitchen, munching the cookies like a starving animal.”

“I’m close to my heat,” Bucky bit back. “You know how I get when I’m in pre-heat.”

“You’re a cookie and coochie killer if you are in heart,” Steve chuckled as you eyed his mate like a hungry wolf. “He’s good at eating coochie, doll.”

“You’re a naughty matchmaker, Stevie,” you purred and ran your hand over his chest. “You bring me here, with an omega in pre-heat, telling me all the things I want to hear.”

Steve dipped his head, offering submission. “I’m sorry. It was the only way to get you to follow us home. Bucky needs an alpha, and me too.”

“Well then,” you cupped the back of Steve’s neck, forcing him to look at you. “You better make up to your alpha…”

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[bucksangel]

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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Only For Them | one

Summary: A lone omega was on the run from a ruthless alpha. Running was all she knew until she bumped to two certain alphas that would change her life forever. Crazy things happen to her once she realizes that they are her mate. Two mates. How will she able to cope?

Characters: Omega!Fem!reader , Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Bucky Barnes (James Barnes)

genre: omegaverse au, alternative au, love, humor, angst, comfort, yandere

warning: self harm, suicide, dark past, trauma, insecure thoughts

notes: i'm so glad you all really liked the prologue hehe i was so shocked at how many messages i got. you guys are amazing and I'm glad you guys like it so much. Here's the first part which isn't much but it'll soon get better. :) hope you like this. feedback is appreciated! thank you again!

It was black.

Pitch black.

Nothing was to be seen from miles away.

[Y/N] ran as far as her legs could go. Even with the darkness, she forced herself to keep on moving. She wouldn't stop. She couldn't. She wanted to turn into her wolf form but she couldn't. She panicked as she kept moving.

She wondered why.

Why was she here? Why was it so dark? Where was she?

She was focusing on her running that she couldn't focus on her change form. Her breaths came out rapidly and loud as she couldn't control her breathing from all the running she had done. She didn’t know why she felt so weak. Normally, she would last hours running but now she could barely catch her breath. It felt like she was running for hours. She then turned back to see nothing but darkness getting closer to her which scared her more.

Pitch black.

She didn't know why she was running away or from who but she had that gut feeling telling her to keep moving. She had to. There must be a reason why she was here. She slowly started to slow down as she felt her legs giving out. She fell to the ground as she started to take deep breaths so she can breathe again. Calming down her heartbeat since it was beating rapidly. She sighed as she leaned against a tree big enough to hide her entire body which was a mistake as she started to hear voices around her.

Multiple voices that she's never heard before.

She gasped as she looked around, expecting for someone to come out and laugh at her, revealing all this to be a joke like some alphas from the past that would do it to her all the time; but nothing came which scared her even more.

The waiting. The anxiety was killing her slowly.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from her chest, placing her hand where she felt the pain. She slowly looked down, seeing blood dripping everywhere. Her blood. Her eyes widen as she opened her mouth to yell for help.

But she couldn't.

It was like she couldn't speak.

Like her vocal cords were ripped out of her throats.

Then, she heard those voices again.

"You're nothing but a weak omega!"

"You're just weak. Trash to everyone!"

"Just die already!"

Those words that always have made her heart hurt more than everything. She never showed her weakness to anyone but she felt her heart break each time.

Those words that haunt her everyday since she could remember.

Until she heard that voice. His voice.

"[Y/N]…"

She heard it clearly yet it sounded so far away that she hardly heard it over the other voices. She closed her eyes slowly as she felt the cold ground against her back as she soon blacked out. Still hearing someone calling her name but she couldn't open her eyes. She was slowly dying.

[Y/N] gasped loudly as she sat up and looked around, seeing herself in the middle of a street. She gripped her head as it felt like a pile of bricks fell on her until she heard a loud honk coming from her right. She slowly turned to see a few cars coming her way. Her eyes widen as she quickly got up from her feet and ran away as she heard a few curse words coming from behind her. She ran towards a dark alley and fell on her knees as she couldn’t feel her legs. She felt drips of sweat crawling down of her face as fear was written all over her face. She doesn’t remember anything. Nothing at how she got here. In this city. She was about to get up until she felt a sting feeling coming from her chest.

It was time. 

It was heat season. 

The worst time of the year that she hated so much. 

After all, she was an unmarked omega. 

Every year it would get stronger and more aggressive that she could hardly bear with it but she managed with it. Sadly, she had to stay away from anyone, hide that way she wouldn't be able to attack anyone or the other way around. The heat was something so vicious and it could turn the innocent to monsters. 

She crawled back until her back was leaning against the brick walls as she tried to calm her breathing. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest but she knew that it'll be over soon. She just had to stay hidden and away from everyone, especially Alphas. She didn't know how long she'll be able to manage since she was in New York. In the place filled with all sorts of people. It was the worst time for her to be on heat. She leaned her head back as she closed her eyes and tried to ease her mind and heart. She slowly calmed her body as she fell into a deep slumber.

Yet, who would ever want someone like her? 

Somewhere out of the city

Tossing and turning, sweat dripping all over his body. Words mumbling out of his mouth as the dream was taking over. He had been like this several night. Ever since he started having these dreams of this woman. This woman that he didn't know at all, but he kept dreaming about her.

Her running away from him.

The more he calls for her. The more far she goes.

It makes his wolf howl for her.

Bucky can't stand it. He needed to see her. To be close to her.

"STOP!" He screamed out as he sat up on his bed, breathing heavily as he looked around to see himself in his room once again.

He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his face that was filled with sweat.

It has been several days since he had been having the same dream. The same person every time. It always ended the same too.

Once he would reach her, she was gone. Vanished like she didn't exist at all.

It would make his chest hurt so much that he just wanted to rip out his heart out to stop all the pain. The disappointment.

He leaned back down as he tried to calm himself down. He turned to the side to find the other side of bed empty where usually Steve would sleep. He sighed as he figured that he must of been called for a mission. He was always out helping everyone unlike him that was still trying to deal with everything that has been happening to him. The nightmares. The triggers that would take him back to the past. His horrible past that he just wanted to erase. Now with these dreams, he felt like he was going even more insane. He had the urge to just go out and find their scent.

Their scent filled with strawberries. Sweet strawberries.

It made his mouth watery just by the thought but he shook his head. After everything he has done, he didn't deserve a mate. No one. He felt out of place, but his friends; Steve and Sam would always help him out.

Mostly Steve since he was his mate.

Sam would annoy him and he'd do the same back to him which would always be a rowdy argument.

With them by his side, the cold walls became warm and welcoming.

Even with the missions he would go to weren't helping him at all. There would be times where something would trigger him and he'd black out and remembering what he used to do back with HYDRA.

Steve noticed right away and would help him out of it, but there was times that it wasn't enough.

He knew that now he couldn't go back to sleep. Too much adrenaline and thoughts going thru his head. He got out of bed and walked to his balcony for some fresh air. He has been doing it ever since the dreams happened. Stayed up all night, trying to forget about her.

The woman that has made his wolf and himself go crazy.

"Who are you?" He whispered as he looked up at the dark sky with stars shining dimly back at him. "Where are you? Why can't I ever catch you?"

Everywhere he looked, he would see mates happily living their lives which he wanted. Just wanted to be normal with a mate, living normally like everyone else yet at the same time he didn't. He knew he didn't deserve that life. He was a killer, well used to be.

He was broken and nobody wanted a mate like him, right?

But he wasn't the only one that was suffering with these dreams. Steve as well.

Steve was up in a hotel in Washington after finishing his mission, he decided to stay the night and leave early morning for NYC to see Bucky. He was concerned for him. He worried for his friend and mate. He knew everything Bucky went through and he was there when Bucky laid it all for him. He didn't judge him at all since he couldn't understand the pain he was going thru.

Yet, he was by his side no matter what.

Nothing would change that. He was his mate after all.

They had been mates ever since they were little and the time that they were apart was torture for them. When they met once again, they were so happy to find each other again. So happy yet they still felt incomplete.

Like something was missing. More like someone.

He felt the same as Bucky, not being worthy of being someone else's mate. He felt like he didn't deserve it.

He didn't deserve a mate.

Didn't deserve that woman in his dreams as well.

The strawberry scent filled his nose and his wolf would howl in joy. He didn't understand whom this person was.

Why he had this effect just by the thought of her?

He sighed as he looked outside of his window as he wondered if that woman was real or just a figure of his imagination.

"This is just ridiculous..." He mumbled to himself as he headed towards his bed and turned off the lamp.

Pitch black all over his room as he laid back down on his bed, trying to get some sleep.

He hoped that morning would come sooner so he can go back to Bucky. He admitted that he missed his mate. His friend. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, hoping to forget about that woman that's been in the back of his head ever since the dreams started.

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Alpha and Omega | Steve Rogers

Pairing -> Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female!Reader

Summary -> You give your Alpha the first taste of your talented tongue.

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, Smut, A/B/O-Dynamics, wax play, nipple play, oral (male!receiving), deep throating, bit of praises, sub/dom-dynamics

Wordcount -> 1k.

A/N -> This is written for the “Blind-Date Writing Challenge” hosted by @targaryenvampireslayer. I got the prompt “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck” and “A/B/O. Divider made by @firefly-graphics. My requests are open, feel free to send and ask or join my 1k-Followers special.

Prompt -> AFG Fluff Bingo | G2 | BDSM | @anyfandomfluffbingo | Fandom-Free Bingo: Frosty Edition | I1 | Nipple play | @fandom-free-bingo | Bingo of your own | G1 | Wax play | @thebo3bingo

Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Fandom-Free Bingo | Bingo of your own | Steve Rogers Masterlist

When your parents told you the first time about the system of alphas and omegas, you weren't really happy with it. Being submissive wasn’t something you wanted to be, but in just a short time, you understood that you had to be the way your Alpha wanted you to be.

Luckily, you found an Alpha who accepts your bratty side, who loves that side, and who doesn’t want to dominate you every time. Just in bed, in bed, you’re his little omega, his little cock slut, and nothing more.

“Mhm, like it?” Steve asks and looks at the wax dripping from the candle onto your stomach.

You nod your head, looking at him, before your gaze wanders to your stomach. Some of the wax is already hard and stuck to your skin; your stomach is slightly burning, but you don’t want your Alpha to stop with the dripping wax.

Your arms and legs are tied to the bed. Steve kneels between your spread legs, his one hand on your thigh, while he looks at the wax on your body. Then he blows it out and places it next to the bed.

He leans down to kiss your breast, sucking at one of your nipples. He bites softly into the sensitive skin of your breast. Steve’s hands find their way to your breasts, playing with your nipples, twirling them, and squeezing them softly. The pleasant moans he gets are music for him, and he latches his lips to your other nipple.

It’s not the first time the two of you have had sex, but Steve always takes care of you and makes sure that you feel as much pleasure as he can give you.

“Steve, please,” you whimper, trying to get your hands out of the handcuffs. “Please, I want to make you feel good.”

The grin on Steve’s face widens when the words leave your lips. You arch your back, pressing your cunt against this body. His hand snaps from your thigh to your stomach, and he presses you down.

“Be a good girl for me; can you do this?” Steve asks and furrows his eyebrows while he looks into your eyes.

“Yes, but please let me make you feel good,” you say, pouting softly until he chuckles and nods.

“What are you thinking about, Omega?” he asks, leaning closer to your face and capturing yours with his for a short but passionate kiss.

When he lets go of you, you’re still not answering his question; you're just looking at him with a smirk on your lips. Your Alpha rolls his eyes playfully, inhaling deeply. His eyes darken when he smells the scent of lust in the air, something he adores.

With one movement, he frees your hand and helps you sit up. His dick is already rock-hard in his pants, and you smirk, moving your hand to his member and squeezing it through the fabric of his boxers.

“Don’t tease me; otherwise, I need to handcuff you, Omega,” he says sternly, his eyes meeting yours, and you whimper slightly.

“Put your boxers off, Alpha. Please,” you say, and follow his hands, which push the fabric down.

Steve then sits on his knees again; his hand is around your throat, and he presses you down again. His legs are on both sides of your upper body, and he has his other hand wrapped around his length, giving it a few strokes. The tip is leaking with pre-cum, and when he smears it along his dick, you already open your mouth.

“That’s what you want?” Steve asks, making sure you really want it.

He knows he could have full control, and you would have to obey. But when he met you the first time and you were willing to talk to him about your likes and dislikes, he fell head over heels in love with you. It’s an unwritten rule in your relationship that you can have as much control as you need to feel safe with him.

Steve lowers his body on yours, his dick not even an inch away from your lips. He holds the base of his member, tapping the tip of it against your lip.

“You’re sure, Omega?" he asks again. You're nodding your head.

Your Alpha smirks and pushes the tip of his dick into your mouth. Your tongue immediately twirls around his tip, and you taste his pre-cum. It’s the first time you take him into your mouth. Steve never puts pressure on you and gives you the time you need for every sexual thing you two are doing.

When you lick along the underside of his dick, he shoves it deeper into your mouth. Your fingers are searching for something to ground yourself, and you grip his thighs. Steve pushes his dick into your throat, making you gag around him, and tears are in your eyes when he hits the point in your throat. His hand slowly caresses your cheek, and he smiles softly.

“You’re so tight, but relax, babe. If you can’t, you know your safe word,” he tells you.

You shake your head slightly, then swallow and make Steve groan. He smiles and slowly moves his hips to slide his dick in and out of your mouth.

You use one of your hands to move them to his balls, kneading them in your hand. Steve groans and moves his hips faster, thrusting his dick deeper into your mouth.

“No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck,” he groans. You feel him twitching in your mouth. “I’m so close; can I cum in your mouth?”

You nod, and he pushes his dick into your mouth, groaning loudly. His cum flows down your throat; the white liquid tastes better than you thought, and you swallow everything of his cum when he pulls his dick out.

“You did so well for me, babe. Let me give you a reward for sucking my dick like a good girl,” he says with a smirk and places himself between your legs again.

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