#alpha bucky barnes
Summary || Werewolf Bucky has been gone away on a mission for a month now - he comes back and shows how much he missed his girl.
Warning/content || A/B/O dynamics, alpha!Bucky, smut, breading kink, heat implied, fingering, oral receiving (female), a little rough but soulmate AU, soft!Bucky, so so soft.
Paring || Bucky Barnes x female reader
Part 2 (coming soon)
A/N: I never write smut, I just never did so I dunno if it's good, but I'll write more if you guys like it, let me know!
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Bucky's nostrils flare the moment he steps through the front door, the scent is enough to send goosebumps up his skin, heart stutters inside the confines of ribs as the mate bond pulls him closer and closer inside.
The thought of seeing his girl after so long, the Moon's blessing; his soulmate makes his vision blur, his skin buzz with excitement.
There's something else, well hidden and masked away under the layers of clothes, it's sweeter and no one but an Alpha would know - your on the brink of your heat.
He should have realized, over the course of a few weeks gaining some extra weight. It carries on broad shoulders and bulges his belly; the body's way of preparing to fight for his mate and endure the strenuous work of satisfying and breeding his girl.
Bucky heads straight for the bedroom, where no doubt you're buried in a thick pile of his shirts and miscellaneous blankets by now, anything that carried his smell. His fingers grip the door knob harshly, jaw clenching at your scent, new and fresh sends shivers down his spine.
Without a second thought, he enters the cooled room watching as your head raises just to curl deeper into the comfort of a pillow.
"Hi, baby." Bucky doesn't even bother to pull the laces from his boots, instead harshly yanks them off before throwing them somewhere across the room.
His nose nuzzles your collarbone as flat mechanical hand supports his body weight from crushing you. The tip skims over the skin on the base of your neck, down the bony clavicle until he takes a deep breath - smelling from the source. "Missed you babydoll."
A soft, pink tongue reaches from pouty lips to run across the mating gland, the tattoo of his fangs that would last a life time.
"Missed you too, honey." Soft hands reach up cup his cheeks, rub finger nails against the dark coarse hair. Bushy and full, not having much time to shave. Not that you minded anyways, angling his lips to your own before pressing a soft kiss.
Those lips follow down his jawline, thick column of his neck until reaching the mark you created against his skin, scenting him. The smell of your alpha instantly relaxes you, between being on edge of your coming heat and missing him, it's exactly what you needed.
You nod, knowing exactly what he's asking. The nest was only about three days old, the side affects just starting to set way, there's no heat waves, no pain but it's hard to feel comfortable with your Alpha so far away.
"Can't stop eating and I feel anxious when you're gone."
"I know sweetheart, I'm here now." Now he's crushing you with his weight, pressing soothing kisses - small apologies against your temple. A shewolf is always known to get a crippling amount of anxiety around this time and with the desire to start nesting it was only a matter of time before it happened. "Gonna go take a shower, you stay here. I'll make us something to eat too."
"You go shower, I'll start dinner."
"I don't want you getting up, honey. I'll cook, you lay here and look pretty. I don't want you more stressed then you already are." With the changing hormones and body's preparation for creating a new life the slightest things could send you off. "Besides, I want you rested and ready to be bred."
The words send a shiver down your spine, right to your very core. Which Bucky instant picks up on, sniffing the air as his eyes flutter close. "You make it so hard honey, you smell so good my 'mega."
Your hips lift off the bed, only to rub into the thick line of his erection, heavy and hot against your inner thigh as a small gasp leaves his lips. Gentle but strong hands cup your hips, fingertips squeezing the perfect amount to make you moan but despite your protest he pushes you back into the matress and whispers a raspy, "Behave," into your ear before disappearing into the bathroom.
Despite his clear warning, you decided to start dinner. Nothing to fancy, pasta with cheese and some home made garlic bread.
Bucky is momentarily stunned the moment he sees you - stirring the sauce in nothing but his shirt and a pair of black, cotton panties except for the fact they're growing tighter, the only thing that currently fits you at the moment and they're still so tight, causing red marks of irritation and cutting into your skin - hips and thighs rounding and fattening - preparing for the next few brutal days of being so sick to your stomach there is no time to eat. Which also explains the apprehensive appetite.
Your body is changing, bare breast rub against the white t-shirt. Bras no longer fitting due to the swelling and heaviness of tender breast, nipples already hard as you turn around to reach for the salt on the kitchen counter but Bucky doesn't give you a chance too.
With unhuman speed he has you spread across the length of kitchen island, torso presses between your legs to keep them apart. The clicking and swirling of metal plates as cool appendages cup the heaviness of your left breast, so full and big. You hiss softly, sore and sensative from the fact you don't have time to catch up with your changing body.
His erection is heavy against your clothed wound, soaking the cotton panties out of per primal behavior. He groans softly, eyes fluttering like he's in physical pain at the smell - arousal musky in the air.
"Hurts Buck, I'm sore."
"Look so good." It's barely audible as a cool and flesh hand slip under the shirt, flipping up and over your full breasts. Heavy and large like they're filled with milk, body naturally reacting to the fact it's fully capable of growing his babies and he fully intends for it to.
His top half is bare, his own weight gain is promient, broad shoulder three times bigger then normal, chest packed with muscles, stomach fit but bulking. Steel eyes filled with glossy arousal, bottom lips tucked between pearly whites and he just stares - being under his gaze is exciting, primal as darkening eyes dare you to move, to run from your alpha but that's the last thing you want to do.
"Nothing fits me anymore, babydoll." He notices you eyeing his physique but there was no doubt in your mind with the rut weight he would ever fit into those shirts - not until your heat is over.
"Me either." Hips press against his own, catching him off guard as your cloth covered pussy rubs his throbbing hard on, a soft, surprised moan catching in his throat.
His hand presses against your sternum, the other holding your hip down against the marble counter, a warning. "Stop that, honey, you're making this hard."
"I need you, Bucky." So needy, he throbs against the heat.
"Not until your heat comes, don't want to waste it." The reply makes you whine, a pout that makes breathing cease in his chest. Heats weren't regular, sometimes could take up to two years to come back and after your last one came back with negative results, he was going to make sure this time. "Gonna make sure you're filled with it all."
"Buck, I need it." Tears of frustration gather at the corner of your eyes, the hormones mixing with the uncomfortable sting that falls over your body, big fat tears slipping past eyelids. "Please, Alpha, need you."
The words would send any other Alpha over the edge - he was so fucking close to breaking but instead presses a gentle, flesh finger to gather to tears, wipe away collecting moisture on your cheeks. "Hey, hey, it's okay sweet girl, gonna take care of you."
Lips follow down the valley of your breast, over the thickening skin of your stomach, rough fingers clenching over the roundness of your thighs as a hiss of pleasure as your back arches from the cool counter top. Hands push you back down before the tip of his nose circles your belly button - a fat, wet tongue sticking out to lick a thick stripe against your inner thigh before nuzzling his nose against the cotton panties, inhaling the sweet scent of your wetness and coming heat.
Without your own will your hips press into his face, moaning softly at the contact. It hurt, practically throbbing the moment Bucky stepped into the house - his scent was enough to send you into a frenzy.
He didn't waste any time, metal hand tugging and tearing away the dark panties - not like they fit anymore anyways. Lips wrapping around your clit so beautifully you gasp, sucking and rolling it with a soft, satisfied yum.
"Oh, Buck!" Lips carve out over the hood of your pussy, sucking messily as filthy noises fill the room. He's barely even touched you but thighs squeeze his head.
He lets out a sound of annoyance like you would dare try to stop him from claiming what's his, fingers cupping the outer thighs and yanking so hard your inner ones burn but you barely have time to register as his tongue fills your pussy, skillfully flickering back and forth.
A thumb comes up to rub your clit, pressing a little to rough it makes you jump from his mouth which only earns a warning spank to the fullness of your ass. "Be a good girl."
You nod lamelessly, agreeing to anything as long as he puts his mouth back onto you. The obscene noises of your pussy will the air - the wetness combined with the brutal pace of his tongue, his need to pull back a few inches and spit before two very large fingers fill you. All but sucked inside.
"Fuck, fuck!" You moan,
Bucky pants - visibly pants as he eyes never leave your face, watching as fingers hit that delicious spot that makes your mouth fall open, curling and flickering inside you as another wave of wetness costs his hand, rolls down his wrist, down your inner thighs, you're dripping as eyes roll back onto your head.
"Doing so good for me sweet girl, you wanna come for me?"
Your mouth opens but no words come out under the brutal mercy of his pace, thick fingers quickening their past watching as eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. "You're so close, squeezing around me, jus' wanna feel it.. missed you."
Brain short circuiting, skin prickling with intense fire, ears and forehead heating making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open as his tongue kitten licks your clit, teasing for a few times before he wraps those sinful lips around it and sucks, hard.
His other hand hand clicks as it presses up against your chin, rubbing against the fat of your bottom lip with a loud huff, "Suck."
Lips wrap around the metal phalax as it smooths along your tongue until it's so deep inside your throat, you gag. Bucky's wound up now, rutting his lips into cabinets of the island, looking for some kind of friction, relief from his throbbing cock.
He changes the angle of his fingers, hitting a different spot that makes you scream along with the harsh bite against your inner thigh and something snaps - you cum, cum so hard that it leaks all over his hand, smears his face and soaks the counter top.
He lazily lays a flesh hand onto your hip, using his thumb to rub soft, gentle circles against it as you pant loudly, crying to calm your stuttering heart. He doesn't say anything, still on his knees between your legs and rests his head on your right inner thigh but not before pressing a kiss there. "Won't be long now, sweetheart. You'll be filled with my pups before the start of next week."
The words are enough to make your heart swell - there's nothing more you want in this world but to fulfill his desire to have a big family, raise little ones together in this house he build from the ground up with the solid purpose of having babies.
He doesn't dare move from his spot instead lovingly gazes up at you, pressing a soft kiss to the rather harsh gash on your thigh. After he gives you a few moments to collect yourself, he pulls you down by your hips, joining him on the floor as your straddle his lap.
But instead of using this compromising position for his own use, he presses his nose against the healed mark of his fangs, and inhales deeply. The wolf inside him on edge, fighting the primal urge to fill his female right here on the floor.
Tiny pin pricks against it, the tip of his canines press into the skin but not enough to break it; clearly not wishing to harm you. It's not uncommon to strengthen the bond, especially after being away so long you completely understand.
"It's alright, you can do it."
"No." He mumbles and decides to place a kiss into it instead, "Already took it out on your thigh, sorry sweetheart."
"S, okay." You mumble, exhausted as eyelashes flutter against his should and he just holds you closer, whispering sweet words against your hair as he rocks you back and forth on his lap. A little calm before the storm that's coming.
What does everyone think? I'm actually pretty proud considering I had no idea what I was doing 😭 I also have a good idea for part 2 if anyone would like to read it? Comment to be tagged..
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Everything Has Changed: Part 12
A/N: Smut in this chapter. Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable reading smut
The door smacked against the wall with a heavy thud, the knob threatening to crack the drywall, though neither one of you was too worried about the damage it may have caused. Steve held you firmly in his arms, able to balance you by his hands cupping your ass alone, freeing you to tug on the hairs at the back of his neck while your lips were attached.
The garnished passion between you two was rising exponentially, the warmth in your belly growing with intensity as Steve took one step and then another toward the bedroom in his suite. There were no words that had to be said, the action alone spoke volume.
Your date had went incredibly well, with the two of you enjoying the aquarium to yourselves. You would tell Steve stories about your parents, what they would teach you whenever they brought you here, how scared you were to touch the sting ray as a child, pushing Peter into a shallow touchable exhibit.
You ended the aquarium portion of the date with the taste of wine on your tongue and Steve’s hands teasing your flesh with the simple strokes of his thumb back and forth.
“Steve,” you moaned his name when he dropped you onto the massive and luxurious bed, your head hitting the pillow in the centre at the top, “I want you to mark me.”
The look in his blue-green eyes was breathtaking and exhilarating, it had sent an electric shock straight through you to the apex between your thighs.
If you weren’t wet before, if you weren’t soaking wet and completely drenched, then the look on Steve’s face now would’ve done it.
The look on his face and the way his lips were tugged into a smirk, the way his dress shirt hugged his biceps and his chest, accentuated the strength in his shoulders, all added to the causality of you being so damn horny snd ready for the alpha in the room.
You felt like prey, trapped against the bed by his stare alone, by his sheer will alone. It was as if there invisible cuffs or ties keeping you held down, available for him to consume.
“Do you, omega?” He teased, trailing his hand against the bed, his fingertips barely grazing against your body as he spoke, his eyes raking you up and down. “What do you want?”
You were trapped in your own throat, unable to breathe let alone garner the ability to speak. You were already at an all time high, already getting driven to the point of no return and you weren’t even undressed.
“I want you,” your voice was a whine as your fingers moved to the straps of your dress, slowly pulling the soft material down your shoulders.
“I know you do.” Steve hovered over you, helping you pull your straps down your shoulders, however he hadn’t stopped there. He grabbed the front of your dress and gave it a quick tug, pulling the neckline of the dress down over your strapless bra and even further yet to your stomach. As you lay partially exposed, your chest rose and fell quickly, your nipples hardening under his gaze and his fingertips as he stroked your peaks through your bra. He tweaked and lightly pulled at your hard numb through the material of your bra, luring whines and moans from your mouth.
“Poor ‘mega.” Steve crooned, slipping his hand behind your back, grabbing the back straps of your bra and effortlessly twisting it to unhook the eyes, allowed the bra to fall free. As it fell, it was removed and tossed aside, before he descended upon you and graced your body with his tongue.
The first stroke of his tongue on your hardened nipple had ripped another rhythmic set of whines and moans at the pleasure he was giving you. Your back arched and your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into him as you pulled him closer.
When you had slept with Bucky, it was heat and rut fevered that begged for ruthlessness to cut through the fire that would consume you both.
This was another fire that was burning hot, however this wasn’t as all consuming and smothering.
“Steve,” you lift your hips and rubbed your thighs together, the baser part of you begging internally to be filled, “I need you.”
He pulled his mouth off your nipple with a loud pop, small saliva beads rolling down his chin. He lift his hand and wiped the saliva from his chin, and drew his attention further down your body to your thighs where you were rubbing your thighs together.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Steve grabbed the right and left side of your dress and slowly shimmied it down your stomach, hips and thighs, tossing it behind him haphazardly as it slipped from your legs.
With yourself almost completely bare, it had only made sense for Steve to start kissing a trail down from your collar bone, between the valley of your breasts and to the start of your abdomen.
As his lips met your stomach, butterflies burst in your belly as you were hit with new overwhelming sensations that extended beyond just lust and eroticism. These new sensations that grappled with the deeply intensive feelings of future love and future commitment.
The gentleness behind this act of affection was all Steve Rogers; the man stealing your breath and your heart. And every stroke of his plump lips against your goosebump flesh was another mewl, another vocal sound of your pleasant approval.
“You’re gorgeous, Y/N.” his fingertips stroked your hip bones, in time with his kisses to your stomach. Every softly spoken word was matched with soft touches that furthered you toward a place of inescapable want and need.
“Please,” you whimpered, reaching for Steve’s idle hand, “please I’m going…I need…”
He slipped his hand off your hip and placed a finger against your lips, quieting your whimpers and your pleas. After a moment, he shifted his position on the bed before he slid a hand between your thighs and gently spread your legs.
His arms quickly became the borders in which you were trapped, his blue-green eyes holding you captive. He was a man of pure muscle, a man of such strength and capabilities who had shown such mercy and tenderness. He was an alpha who was in the top tier, along with Bucky, yet he had shown you such gentleness.
Both of them had.
“I’ll give you what you need.” Steve lowered himself down, releasing you from the barricade of his arms. “I know what you need.”
He started another trail of his lips on your abdomen, only this trail had extended down past your belly button to your inner thighs. Steve had quickly hooked his hand around your thighs to yank you closer while simultaneously keeping your legs spread.
He dipped his head and nipped at the skin of your inner thighs, bringing another round of shiver and shudders. You had shift from one to the other, then you were hit with the immense feeling of Steve’s tongue brushing against your dripping, throbbing pussy lips.
Your hands shot to the sheets to grab them with all your light, your head thrown back as strangled shrieks left your throat. He had simply lapped at your swollen lips like a dog taking to water, yet you were losing your mind.
Such a simple act shouldn’t have warranted such a reaction, however Steve was talented with his tongue.
He had so easily lapped at your juices and played with your clit like it was his second nature, like he had been an expert all his life.
“Steve!” You shrieked, bucking your hips against his mouth, nearly grinding your cunt against his face as your internal pleasure well was about to overflow. “Shiiit!”
He held you down and changed his tactic, using his tongue lick and lap at your clit while two of his fingers slipped inside your awaiting cunt.
He was driving the heat in your belly, your pleasure further than it had ever been, save for when you were with Bucky. Ever higher he pushed, ever more he demanded until…
“Fuck!” You grit your teeth and arched your back, the sound of your orgasm bouncing off the walls of his room. It was a tidal wave of ethereal pleasure that made your mind go blank and your eyes water from the intensity.
“Keep riding that high.” Steve had kissed you passionately, mumbling against your lips while he pushed the head of his thick, seeping coco into your cunt.
You weren’t aware of when or how he had removed his clothes so quickly, and it don’t matter.
You were split apart by one of your alpha’s his thick, being cock stretching you just as Bucky had. Only, given the circumstances, Steve was being more tender than Bucky because you weren’t in your heat and he wasn’t in his rut.
“Feel good?” He questioned, whispering in your ear as he pushed his cock further into your pussy. When he had bottomed out, you were sure the tip of his cock had touched your cervix, the seeping tip twitching in your heat.
“God,” you groaned and pushed your hips toward him, “yes! It feel so good!”
His thrusts started slow, his intentions to take his time with you. However, when you had hooked a leg around his waist Steve’s thrusts had picked up.
He fucked against you, he filled you with his cock only to pull out snd slam back into you. It was pleasurable, viscous cycle that left you with no other thought process other than how good you felt.
“I’m going to mark you,” Steve grunt into your neck, “I’m going to mark you as my little omega.”
His lips grazed against the portion of your neck that had yet to be marked. With his kisses becoming more like hips, you turned your head to the side to give him more access.
“I’m ready.” You spoke your confirmation.
Steve pulled out and slammed back in again, drawing small squeaky noises from your lips. “Please just-“
A startled scream drowned out the sound of the bed creaking, causing Steve to double down.
He had bit you and marked you as his, the act that would seal you completely to Steve and Bucky.
“Good girl,” Steve whispered into your ear, “good omega. You’re so good.”
He whispered and spoke endless affirmations and words of love and affection, while came again on his cock.
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It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 7 18+ NSFW
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Warnings: nsfw, sexy sex, abo, knotting
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Bucky was still reeling from finally getting to hear her name. While the omega explored his apartment, he sank down onto his couch, his head buzzing with thoughts of her and him and his past life with HYDRA and how her name felt so, incredibly, impossibly right.
It didn’t sound familiar to him, and he was pretty certain that he had never known it before. That made him feel a little bit better about everything, a little less guilty for almost completely forgetting about his omega. He hated how much less he remembered about her than she remembered about him, even if it wasn’t his fault that HYDRA scrambled his brain up so much all the time. No matter how many times he told himself that it was okay, that he was already doing his best, he couldn’t help but feel like he was a bad alpha.
But when she looked up at him with that smile and those eyes, so trusting and happy and comfortable...well, a lot of those negative thoughts flew out the window again.
“So you live here? Like, for real? Like, all the time?” She asked as she inspected his tv.
“Sure do.” He chuckled, sitting on the couch to watch her. “Whaddya think?”
She spun around in a little circle, taking it all. “It’s...perfect.”
Bucky smiled. “I’ll have to find some more blankets for you.”
Amoretta paused, looking at him curiously. “For what? I don’t think I could ever be cold with you around. You’re like a furnace.”
“Well...so you can...you know.” He was feeling stupid again. She wasn’t even thinking of nesting with him around, was she?
“So I can what?” She seemed puzzled.
“You know...make a nest…” he mumbled. “Isn’t that what omegas are s’posed to do? I’ve heard Bruce makes them…”
Realization dawned on her and her jaw dropped a little. “Oh. I haven’t gotten to nest in...um...ever?” She laughed. “HYDRA never let me.”
“...oh.” Bucky cleared his throat.
“But now that I’m thinking about it, that might be nice.” She glanced around the room, already looking for a good spot. “Maybe there? Ooh, no, I don’t want it out in the open, do I? Or maybe I do…”
“Hey, FRIDAY?” Bucky asked.
“Yes, Seargent Barnes?” The robot replied, her voice sounding from somewhere in the ceiling.
Amoretta jumped. “Can she see us right now?”
“I monitor everything in this tower,” Friday said. “Tony has designed me to run all necessary systems.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tell someone we need more bedding. Blankets. Lots of ‘em.”
“I will let Miss Potts know right away, Seargent.”
“Thanks, FRIDAY.” He said, kicking his shoes off to rest his heels on the coffee table.
“Of course, Seargent Barnes.”
“So...you’re a Seargent?” Amoretta asked, making her way over to sit on the arm of the couch.
He stretched his arms back behind his head. “Seargent James Buchanan Barnes. World War II. I was with the 107th.”
“Is that how you know Steve?”
He smiled, his head. “Nah. We were always friends. Grew up in Brooklyn together.”
She sat up a little straighter. “Brooklyn?”
“Born ‘n raised, doll.”
“I wanna go!” She bounced down onto the cushion next to him, both hands pressing into his thigh as she suddenly leaned up towards his face. “Please?”
“Uh, sure.” He was a bit taken aback by her sudden movement, but he wasn’t complaining about how close she was now. “Mind tellin’ me why, though?”
“You mentioned it once.” She rubbed her nose against his neck, sighing happily as she scent of cloves filled her senses.
“Mhm.” Amoretta snuggled up against his side, fitting next to him perfectly. “I don’t remember everything from back then, but I remember that.”
“What’d I say?” He brought on of his arms down to drape around her shoulders, hugging her closer.
“I think I asked you what kind of life we’d have outside of HYDRA.” She rested her cheek on his chest. “You told me we’d live in Brooklyn, in our own house. And…” she trailed off, blushing slightly.
“And what?” He asked, curious.
“You said we’d have lots of pups.” She chewed her lip, looking away from him in embarrassment. “It was probably just your rut talking, though, you know...i-if you don’t want that now, it makes sense. I mean, you’ve got this whole life now, and…”
She trailed off as she noticed that his chest was rumbling with a loud purr. When she finally brought her eyes back up to his face, she saw that he was watching her, features relaxed into a soft, thoughtful expression.
“Do...you want pups?” She asked, heart leaping hopefully.
“Always used to want a whole little family.” He pulled her up to straddle his lap. “Didn’t think I’d get the chance to, but now…hey, I never sired any for HYDRA, right?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Good.” He sounded relieved. “That’d be a fuckin’ nightmare.”
“They made sure my heat suppressants kept me infertile.” Amoretta said. “They didn’t have a program for breeding super soldiers ready yet.”
“Good.” He growled. “No pups of mine are ever gonna grow up in a place like that.”
She reached up, running her fingers through his hair. “You really want them now?”
“Course.” He pulled her forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his face against her scent gland. “Maybe not, like, now, now, but…with you? I do.”
Amoretta’s eyes widened, a happy little keen leaving her throat. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that…”
Bucky tugged her back so he could face her. “I’m gonna court you properly. Do it right.”
“But you don’t need to—“
“I don’t care.” He interrupted. “I’m an old fashioned guy. I’m gonna court you.”
She grinned, a hand trailing down the side of his neck. “How old fashioned, exactly?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Too old fashioned to have a little fun?” Her hand slipped down to press against his chest.
His purr turned into a growl, his hands moving to hold her hips. “Doll, all you gotta do is ask…”
Amoretta brought her lips to his ear. “Will you fuck me, Bucky Barnes?”
It only took a moment before his lips were on hers. He was gentle, but he was hungry, devouring her in a kiss that left her breathless and would have made her knees weak had she been standing. With his hands slowly sliding down to her ass, Bucky was perfectly content to take his time; he wanted to feel her, inch by inch, until he had memorized every curve and dip of her body.
Her skin was so soft beneath his callouses. He nudged her sweater up a bit, his hands slipping underneath it to grab at her tits. She couldn’t help but let out a whine against his lips when he brushed a thumb over her nipple, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held him.
When he broke away from the kiss, he gave her lower lip a sharp bite. “Bed. Now.”
Amoretta practically launched herself towards his bedroom, scrambling onto the bed without a second thought. Bucky followed at a much slower pace, enjoying the view as she shed her clothing.
“Hey, maybe I wanted to do that,” he teased, crawling over her. His lips found her neck, his fangs scraping her skin.
“I-I wanted to make it easier for you,” she gasped, back arching as he gave her scent gland a gentle bite.
“I wanna take my time with you, sweetheart.” His voice was husky and low, his breath hot against her throat. “I wanna enjoy every second…”
She sighed as he nipped and licked at her, her hands slipping under his shirt. Her fingers ran across his abs, feeling the way they flexed beneath her touch as he ground his hips into hers.
“You’re overdressed,” She said, tugging at his hem. “Let me see you.”
Bucky broke away from her neck and grabbed his shirt, shucking it off and tossing it behind him. “Better?”
“Much,” She hummed, taking in the sight of his naked torso.
“Good.” He took hold of her hips, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he made his way down to her pussy. “God, you smell fucking amazing…”
Amoretta trilled happily. “So do y—oh my god…”
His tongue was already lapping at her. She couldn’t remember anyone ever eating her out before, but Bucky seemed determined to make up for lost time. He acted like he was starving, sucking and nipping at her clit while he sank a finger inside of her.
Her hips bucked against him, his vibranium hand holding her down while his human hand played with her. She was already soaked, slick running down her thighs, and her scent was driving him wild.
“Fuck, I want you…” he growled, adding a second finger. “So wet, so willing…and you smell so delicious….” He inhaled slow and deep, savoring it. “I think I’ve missed this…”
“D-do you actually remember all the t-times you rutted with me?” Her voice hitched with little gasps as he stroked her inner walls.
“Yes and no.” He admitted, leaning his cheek on her thigh and looking up at her. “But I know this scent…”
“What scent—ah!” She bit her lip as he crooked his fingers a few times, warmth mounting in her belly. “K-keep going, I’m—FUCK!”
She shuddered as an orgasm rolled through her, electricity tingling in her limbs.
“The scent of my omega, all drippin’ wet, just for me.” He pulled his fingers away, licking them clean. “I wanna fuck you, doll…”
“Please,” she whimpered, scooting back up toward the pillows as Bucky stood.
Amoretta’s eyes were glued to his hands as they unbuckled his belt, his movements quick and determined. He was tired of waiting around. He wanted her now.
As he shoved his pants down off of his hips, she bit her lip again, rubbing her thighs together. She could remember how good he felt inside her, and as she thought about the way he always used to snap his hips into hers, she felt another trail of slick running down her legs.
At the sight of his cock, she was practically a waterfall.
Before he could get back to her, Amoretta was flipping over onto her hands and knees, presenting herself for him with her ass up in the air. She peeked back over her shoulder at him, watching as froze and then stiffened, a low, impossibly loud growl rumbling in his chest.
“Good girl,” he praised her, his cock already rock hard as he crawled across the bed towards her.
Amoretta gave a little wiggle, trying to convince him to hurry up. When his hands grabbed her hips and jerked her back against him, she squealed in surprise, the sound melting into a moan as he rubbed his cock against her.
“Please,” she whined. “Please, please just fuck me, Alpha, I need it…”
“How bad?” He leaned over her, nipping at her shoulder.
“S-so bad, please, just—“
She interrupted herself with another moan, her hands clutching at the sheets as Bucky finally gave her what she was craving so badly.
He pressed himself into her slowly at first, waiting to feel some resistance. She was so soft and warm that he almost came then and there, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he forced his hips to still. Fuck, how could someone feel so good? Her pussy felt perfect around him, gently squeezing his cock as he pulled back out and then thrusted back in, already balls deep inside her. He could tell why he had liked her so much during his ruts, but he had no idea how he could have managed to fuck her for more than thirty seconds during one.
When he started moving again, Amoretta turned into putty. She was absolutely melting, angling her hips so that he could sink in deeper and deeper, slick running down her thighs.
“You like my cock, baby?” He asked, voice muffled by her neck as he dragged his lips over her skin. He wanted to be as close to her as possible, and he didn’t care if that meant both of them being a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. He just wanted her.
“Y-yes, Alpha,” she gasped, slowly sliding down until her chest was squished against the bed. He felt even better than she remembered, his cock rubbing against every single perfect spot inside of her. He was stretching her out comfortably, her slick providing more than enough lube to ensure that his size could never hurt her.
Fuck, he was perfect. He was made for her. They were made for each other.
Bucky was pressed against her back, shielding her with his entire body. He didn’t want anyone else to see his omega. The sight of her there, beneath him, taking his cock so well was for him and him alone, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.
“Want me to fill you up?” He asked, licking her scent gland.
“Y-yes please,” she moaned, leaning her head back for him.
“Want me to breed you, over ‘n over, ‘til you’re full of pups?” He bit at her jaw.
“Yes!” She cried, whines and trills all flooding from her throat in a symphony of needy sounds.
“Say my name,” he panted, his knot already beginning to swell.
“B-Bucky,” she moaned as she felt it catch on her. Fuck, she had forgotten how good it felt to be stretched and feel it filling her.
He let go of her hips, his hand finding hers. “No, my real name…”
“J-James,” she gasped, intertwining their fingers together. “James…please knot me...”
That was it.
Hearing her gasping and moaning his name sent him over the edge, and before he could stop himself, he was exploding inside of her. He snarled, biting her shoulder again as he held her down, his knot locking him in place as he pressed his hips forward.
Amoretta sighed happily at the feeling, relaxing as Bucky’s weight fell onto her. He was panting hard, trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” he sighed, kissing the already-healing bite marks on her shoulder. “Sorry ‘bout the bites.”
Amoretta grinned at him as he helped her turn onto her side. “I like your bites.”
“Oh yeah?” He pulled her up against his chest, settling in to wait for his knot to go down once more. “I’ll remember that.”
“Super soldier, remember? Built to withstand you at your roughest.” She snuggled back.
“Guess I’ve got something to thank HYDRA for, after all.” He chuckled, drawing lazy circles on her hip. “You didn’t cum when I was inside you, did you?”
“No, but that’s fine.” She shrugged. “I did before.”
“That’s not enough,” he growled. “If my knot wasn’t so swollen right now, I’d be fucking you until your legs shake.”
“Is that a promise, Sergeant?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Well, then…” she held his jaw in her hand, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait for your knot to go down.”
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Ok I couldn’t find my ask and tbh idk if I actually sent you anything lmfaoo I think I may have thought about it but then didn’t?😂idk I loved the touch starved lil Drabble your wrote yesterday😭I was rereading @howdoyousleep3 suckling fic (if you haven’t read it omg check it out it’s so cute)and it made me think about alpha steve babying omega Bucky in front of the team? thinking what if like maybe Bucky crashes really hard after heats bc hydra suppressed his heats for so long and now that he is having them again he is really needy a few days after his heat😭and Steve has to carry him around everywhere, sits him on his lap, cuddles him, feeds him, and maybe he needs a bottle to drink water, and Bucky always suckling at Steve neck, his thumb, idk just real fluffy and the team is so surprised to see it but they help Steve out by helping him make food bc he only has one hand tryna carry Bucky and other cute stuff😭idk my mind went on down a spiral😭I just love the idea of Bucky being vulnerable and Steve just being the perfect protector/alpha/care giver🥺🥺🥺
Hi! Yes I fucking feel that haha, all of the time I think about doing shit and then just,, don’t? My brain is shit like that lol. Thank you for dropping by again <3
Thank you!! Yeah, that was a lot of fun to write too, I’m glad you enjoyed it too! I always worry with asks that people won’t like what I write for them lol
My referenced drabble
@howdoyousleep3 ‘s referenced suckling drabble (or the one I thought you meant lol - either way it’s FANTASTIC)
Oh ho ho, I was just thinking about A/B/O today, yes. Alpha Steve and omega Bucky (or vice versa lol) will always have a place in my heart.
Oh, yes! Good thought. Good thought.
That’s definitely something I can see happening, Bucky crashing after heats. Especially in the beginning after he’s deprogrammed. In my mind I’m thinking it’s a bit like a sub-drop? Right? Like all those hormones are gone suddenly and he’s crawling out of his skin a little, sitting between wanting Steve to keep being all over him and cuddly but also sort of almost being touched-out y’know? Like he spent so long not being touched unless it meant violence and then he reentered the normal world and any touch was good touch, so it gets a little confusing.
“Steve has to carry him around everywhere, sits him on his lap, cuddles him, feeds him, and maybe he needs a bottle to drink water, and Bucky always suckling at Steve neck, his thumb, idk just real fluffy and the team is so surprised to see it but they help Steve out by helping him make food bc he only has one hand tryna carry Bucky and other cute stuff😭idk my mind went on down a spiral😭I just love the idea of Bucky being vulnerable and Steve just being the perfect protector/alpha/care giver🥺🥺🥺”
Ahhhhhhh yes, yes all of that happens!! I- I just. Yes. I love that with my entire heart.
My mind instantly went to the morning after Bucky’s heat breaks and they have to go down to the communal floor in order to get food and water because they’ve used up what they had. Which, the communal floor is where all the rest of the team is on this particular morning (maybe they’re having breakfast together? Maybe they just got back from a mission where Steve and Bucky were exempt because they were on blackout protocol for their mating cycle? Who knows? Not me lol).
Anyway, they go down to get food and Bucky is just- clinging. to. Steve.
He’s gone full-on koala bear, hugging him, his legs tight around his waist, face buried in his neck so he can constantly scent him, y’know?
And the whole team is just kind of slack jawed because that’s the fucking Winter Soldier being carried around. Carried around by Captain America.
It’s too early for this shit.
They all kind of freeze, not exactly knowing what to do because Steve doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t even acknowledge that they’re there even though he totally knows they are. His already serum heightened senses have to be heightened even more after spending a week with his omega in heat. Yet- he just walks silently to the kitchen, absently stroking a hand down Bucky’s back while he holds him up with his other, locked intimately to that area where thigh meets ass.
They all watch as Steve fumbles his way through making them something to eat, holding Bucky up one handed. He ends up sending a couple of empty cups sprawling (which makes him have to stop what he’s doing because Bucky whimpers, half-startled by the loud noise) and dropping a bag of chips onto the floor. He bumps into a couple of things too.
It’s very endearing. Very reminiscent of his mile wide stubborn streak. Refusing to put Bucky down even for a second.
Thor is the one to try and step forward but Sam stops him, worried that the huge, literal God of an alpha will set off Steve’s own alpha instincts of protection with Bucky so recently out of heat.
So they all just sit back and watch.
Steve starts whispering to Bucky. Bucky nods and Steve sets him down on the counter, keeping one hand on his thigh until he can’t possibly, getting too far away as he quickly gathers some things with both of his hands free. But he appears right back in front of him again in the blink of an eye.
The blonde holds a bottle of water out for Bucky to grab but doesn’t give it to him, changing his mind at the last minute, because his hands are shaking. Instead the alpha unscrews the bottle himself and holds it to his lips for him.
The team watches as Steve helps Bucky drink, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb over his cheekbone while his throat bobs, swallowing. When he needs a break to breath, Steve brushes his thumb tenderly over his mouth, wiping away the excess water and allowing Bucky to lap at the pad of his finger. He offers him more water and reluctantly Bucky lets his thumb go.
The process repeats with even more intensely intimate finger licking and sucking until the bottle is gone.
The sense of rubber-necking through the team is strong. It’s like trying to look away from a car crash but the car crash is so unbearably sweet that it’s minutely sexual as well as rotting their teeth.
Steve feeds his omega by hand too, gathering what he got earlier closer. Bucky takes whatever he gives him, docile as a kitten and purring like one too. The omega even pauses to nuzzle into his palm or kiss or suck at his fingers when he’s between bites of food.
Steve’s not even blushing. Everyone else is though. Blushing and smiling, blinking while wondering if they should be watching or not. None of them have ever seen him not blush at literally anything that’s somewhat sexual or intimate.
But he’s… he’s not now. He’s entirely focused on his mate. He doesn’t have time to blush apparently.
When Bucky is done with eating, rather than taking what Steve holds up to his lips he thumps his head down in the center of his chest. Steve eats what he was holding in his palm instead, growling low and deep in his chest, enabling Bucky to feel the vibrations under his cheek. He strokes one hand through his hair and eats with his other.
When he finishes Steve re-gathers Bucky in his arms. Steve looks at the food he has laid out. Obviously he wants to take it with them back up to their den, their floor, but he can’t hold all of it while also holding Bucky. He frowns at the small pile.
But before he can do anything about it Natasha pads forward, literally treading lightly. She comes around his side carefully, weary of those alpha protector instincts
(Side note: we know from the MCU that Natasha was sterilized as were all “black widows” and in the A/B/O ‘verse I, personally, HC that she would’ve forcibly had her scent glands surgically removed in a similar process. Making her unable to bond through bite marks too. It makes her smell essentially human, as in, she has even less of a scent than a beta. Which is why she doesn’t fuck with Steve’s alpha instincts. She’s not a threat in his hindbrain’s eyes)
Silently gathering all of their things into her arms and walking back up to their quarters with them. Pretending to gag - while biting back a smile - when Steve affectionately rumbles at Bucky and Bucky purrs back, suckling at his collarbone and wrapping himself tighter around his alpha.
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Teardrops on Fire
Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.
Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.
What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.
Unbeta'd: There might be spilling mistakes ( English is my second language so please be kind)
Authors note: We've made it past the filler chapters. I cant wait for the next chapter. You know when you come up with a whole story just because of one little scene on your head? thats next chapter for me. We'll be making a little time jump.
*Other Authors note at the end*
Chapter 7: I really wish I hated you
You woke up early for your morning jog, excited about your first day having a job.
When you heard Natasha mention she needed extra help at the pub, you didn’t know what possessed you to volunteer, but you were determined to have as much of a normal life as possible and this was your first step.
The air was wet from last night's rain, and the temperature had started to drop enough to require a jacket on your runs.
You finished the run in record time, and got ready for your first day. Thankfully Wanda had given you some of her old clothes, and Natasha was kind enough to let you borrow some of hers or else you would have been in the same worn clothes you'd arrived in. Steve had offered to take you shopping yesterday, but you didn’t feel comfortable with the thought. For 19 years you’d taken care of yourself and your mom, you were strong , and you didnt wanna forget that.
It’s incredible how much you’d let the past weeks change you, you felt out of place, out of mind. But having something for yourself again was once step closer to feeling your old self again.
You finished getting ready, and started coffee for Nat who would be waking up any moment now as her grouchy morning self. Just a few days with her had let you know she wasn’t the friendliest in the morning. You laughed at the mug on the counter that had the words ‘Don’t talk to me till I’ve had my coffee’ in bold letters. It fit her perfectly! Whoever gifted it to her hit the nail in the spot.
Despite not being too familiar with coffee before, it became a comfort to you. You developed a live hate relationship with the liquid, by itself it was the most disgusting thing you’d ever tasted. And you had made tea out of wild mushrooms once, so that was saying a lot. Once Nat introduced you to French vanilla creamer, you’d become addicted to it.
Setting up the two mugs on the counter you prepared your cup, before listening for the footprints coming from down the hallway.
Even with morning hair, and a red face from recently washing. Nat was easily the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. She was all and every one of the main characters in your favorite books.
“Good morning, Nat” you handed her the coffee mug, as she still looked half asleep.
She took a couple of more sips of the liquid before you saw her soul come back into her body. She leaned against the counter while swinging and finishing the contents of her mug.
“Someone’s excited” she said with a small laugh.
“ohhhh really? What gave it away? “ you had finished your coffee, and were just pacing around the kitchen waiting for Nat.
“Well... you’re usually a morning person, but today you’re even more of a morning person than usual.” She set her mug in the sink , and reached for the hair tie in her wrist as she neatly gathered her hair into an effortless ponytail.
“ I don’t know how you do it, but I hope it will rub on me at some point” you both laughed.
You were almost ready to leave when Nat reentered the kitchen with a hairbrush and some pins.
“Nat , if that's your way of saying I need to fix my hair we’re going to be late, I’m sure it’s fine. “
She motioned you to the seat near the counter and you sat down. Trying to protest against Natasha would get you nowhere.
“First of all you’re never late if you own the place” she started slowly brushing the ends of your hair as you relaxed at the gentle massage of the brush.
“Second, you’ve been wearing the same ponytail since I met you. You have a new life, and a new job.” You felt her take a small strand from the front of your hair, and pin it to the back, and the same motion on the other side.
“ My mom always said when you look good, you feel good! And I want you to be a strong confident woman” she put all the products on the counter as she took your face upon her hands.
“ You deserve to be happy and besides… you might bump into anyone in this town. So you better look good” she laughed
“I'm telling you, those old ladies can be mean!” Nat made her best impression of one of them ”back in my day we wouldn't leave the house unkept… no alpha would ever settle for that. I don't know what's with this new generation” she sounded so funny you couldn't help but snort as you broke in laughter.
When you both regained your composure she forms loose strands around your face “ ohhh shit, now we might actually be a little late. Come on!”
As you arrived at the pub, there was already a white truck in the parking lot. Nat took the keys out of her purse, and tuned the lock. The place certainly looked different without the lights or people, but it still felt cozy to you. Coming from the back was a faint light, and you could hear some thrashing noises. Nat didn’t seem bothered, so she just tuned in the rest of the lights and you flooded her to the kitchen. His smell hit you before he even rounded the corner. He came into the kitchen holding a large box that blocked his view.
“Hey Bucky” you waved at him. Causing him to drop the box. The sound of metal falling as it hit the floor.
You and Nat just stared at bucky's confused gaze. Before Nat cleared her throat.
“I should’ve told you yesterday, but she’ll be starting to work with us. I thought it would be a good idea for her to get to know everyone.”
Bucky bent down to pick the spilled contents of the box, you followed after gathering a few of the metal tools.
“I hope it’s okay with you?” You asked him, not really knowing how he'd respond.
“ Yeah, it’s fine by me” he said with a nervous tone as you handed him the pieces from your hand, and you felt a current run down your spine at the contact of his hand against yours, which he quickly removed.
You all exited the kitchen towards the bar where he placed the box
“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I came over. Thought maybe I could clean the inventory room, but I noticed the beer tap wasn’t working“
“It seemed to be working just fine yesterday, Barnes”
“By just fine, you mean extremely slow pull time? “ he turned to face nat caring the large box out of the room with you both following suit.
“ then it works like a charm ” he made the snarky remark towards Nat, but you couldn’t help to notice his eyes were on you the whole time.
“Fine, but don't break it more” she pointed at him. “ last time you tried to fix something the AC was down for three days”
“And you're never gonna let me forget that wont you?
“Nope” she was already walking away from him as she responded.
“I’ll have it running by opening” he kneeled in front of the small fridge, under the beer tap. .
“Who’s gonna order a beer at 10 in the morning?” You asked, watching over his shoulder as he tweaked with the mechanisms of the fiter on the inside
“ You’d be surprised!” He looked back at you, noticing you already holding the wrench he was looking for.
“Thanks” He smiled, and took the wrench from you. You hadn’t seen him like that in 10 years, he seemed relaxed!
“Howd you learn to do that?” he turned back to face you surprised at your choice of tool.
“ the fridge broke down a couple of times on us, so i learned from taking it apart and back together...after a while you get good at mechanics” you laughed
I still wouldnt trust me to fix it though. Id rather you take the blame if it doesnt work”
“Playing devils advocate now? “ he was flushing water through the hose system before turning on the machine again. You watched attemptively at his concentrating gaze.
“No… id just rather stay on Nat’s good side.”
“Good choice! She punches hard” he seemed relax with you. It made you feel tingly inside as you both had a sense of normality after 10 years.
“Not as hard as me!“ you reapplied
“Definitely not. I still get phantom pains from those” you both laughed.
You patted his shoulder as you got up to Shadow Nat.
Bucky grabbed your arm before you turned to leave. It's nice to see you! … you look... “ he eyed you head to toe and you felt his gaze linger on your hair “ you look beautiful!”
You felt drawn to him, just being around him brought you comfort in a way you couldn’t explain.
You both felt a tug as you left with Nat, turning back to take a glance at him and noticed he had his eyes glued on you.
Once the rush after lunch was over you were wiping down the tables. You felt the exhaustion of the job begin to take over.
You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but compared to your daily tasks back at the cabin. It was a different kind of exhaustion.
“Don't quit on me just yet” Nat said as she voiced a tray of cups to the back.
“Not yet, but I definitely didn’t know how much people can drink before 3 o’clock” you both laughed as you wiped down the last few of the tables. So far you’d just used the tap, or poured some easy drinks. As the day got slower, Nat promised to train you on some specialty stuff.
You held on to the table as you felt a dizzying feeling deep through you, then you felt a pair of arms behind you.
“Here!” Bucky placed a cup of water in front of you as you eagerly reached for it and frank it entirely in a few gulps.
“Thank you, I should probably start keeping track of how much I owe you every time you rescue me”
You turned back to face him.
“How did you know?”
“ I could feel it through the..” He didn’t have to say it but you knew what he was referring to.
“Ohhh so that’s what that one is” You looked amused as you stared at him.
“I can’t always tell what the bond is trying to say, but I guess being an alpha just makes it easier to interpret ” he was starting to walk away as the words where leaving his mouth
“Is that why you were avoiding me ?” He stopped on his tracks.
“ I wasn’t avoiding you!” He turned to you.
“It kinda seemed like you were.” you stood your ground and placed your hands crossed around your chest in an effort to appear more composed.
“The past weeks I’ve just thought of you, and this bond! “ you pointed at your neck “ I had this voice that kept telling me I wasn’t good enough.”
You felt the pent up feeling of fear, sadness, and frustrations of a few weeks finally leave.
“You know Bucky, I can’t tell what the bond is trying to say, cause I haven’t spent enough time with you to even know how to read you.” You felt the tears stream down your face as the knot on your throat cleared
Bucky walked towards you pulling you into an embrace, just as the tears began to stream down your face. His smell calming you, and his heartbeat merging with yours as he allowed himself to let go of his fear.
“I will always be inclined to take care of you “ he said, burying his head into your hair. While you continued to embrace him.
“Not just because of the bond, but because I loved you more than anything once” you felt your heart stop at his words.
“I thought I hurt you, and I couldn’t forgive myself. But I realized I was running away. That's why I was staying away! “ he lifted your head, and you felt the honesty of his words when you looked into his eyes.
“I missed you ... you know all those years I thought I did something wrong.” You said with choked words.
“ I loved y...”
You both heard the sound of shattering glass. You responded first separating yourself from Bucky and running towards the source. Bucky cursed under his breath, and ran after the source as well.
You walked into the kitchen to see a couple of bottles shattered on the floor. The liquid contents inside spilled all over the floor. You leaned over and started picking up the large pieces of glass.
“You guys alright? “ Nat stormed the kitchen not knowing what she’d find.
“Yeah, we're fine ” Bucky said, examining the room. “We were in the main room, and heard the crash, we thought you were injured”
“Peter must’ve put the bottles on the edge... that boy is going to be the death of me. I'll go get the mop ” you saw Nat had retreated to the pantry.
“Here, let me help you” Bucky was helping you scoop the pieces of glass.
“Careful!” You looked at Bucky and laughed at his worry “ Buck, I’ve been skinning prey with knives shapelier than this since I was 5 ... I think I can handle some glass.”
He was looking at you in awe, you realized after the words had left your mouth “ I haven’t heard you say Buck in a long time” He smiled at you.
“ ohhh that’s cause you used to say it made you think of deer” you were picking up the last pieces.
“ I was a growing boy... always hungry”
He helped you up, and you noticed he used his metal arm to do so.
He noticed you staring, he was wearing a tight black t-shirt. It was short sleeved which you hadn’t seen him wear yet.
“Does it hurt?” You traced your fingers through the cold metal.
“ Not physically, sometimes I forget it’s there” he admired the way your eyes fell fascinated with the metal segments and the mechanism as he flexed.
“Hey, Bucky do you mind cleaning the spill? I’ve got a few minutes, so I’d like to show her some drinks” Nat walked into the kitchen with the industrial mop.
“I got it” he winked at Nat.
He smiled at you as you left the kitchen, and you felt your heart skip a beat at that smile.
You hoped he wasn’t actively trying to spy on you through the bond or else you might be caught in a vulnerable position.
You and Nat collapsed into the couch at the end of a long day.
“ My feet are killing me! “ you massaged the soles of your feet as you eyed Nat get comfortable on the couch.
“ You get used to it!...ohhh gods I can’t wait to shower”
“You say that, but you’re in fact getting more comfortable ” you teased at her.
“I never said I’d shower right now” She threw one of the pillows next to her at you and just as you were about to return the gesture.
Lights lit up the living room from outside as a car approached.You heard a door shutting and the sound of footsteps approaching the house.
“ I’ll go check it out” you stood up and walked to the door, just as someone was about to knock you opened the door.
“Steve, hey how’s it going? “ you felt the same nerves you felt meeting him the first time.
“ Good... good” you could see his breath as he spoke in the cold of the night. His hands were tucked in his jacket pockets.
“Would you like to go on a walk ?” he motioned to the trail along the house.
“Sure!” You hesitantly stepped out of the comfort of Nat’s house and into the cold night. You were still getting to know Steve, so the ambiance still felt awkward around him. You just followed his lead and waited for his next words.
“ I was wondering how your first day went? ... I wanted to stop by, but Wanda needed me at the school” he faced you as you walked together.
“ It went very well! We had actually just gotten home! “ you were cradling your elbows in a hug trying to preserve your body’s warmth from the house.
“It was a lot to learn, but Nat and Bucky made it a lot easier on me” you replied with a small laugh, but noticed Steve’s eyes glued on you. His jaw tensing up at the mention of Bucky from your mouth.
“That’s good...” he noticed you shiver, he took off his jacket and handed it to you. It was a kind gesture. The jacket just smelled like him. You felt his smell overwhelm the faint traces of Bucky.
“Are you excited?“
“ Well yes ....?it’s been really good so far, I can’t wait to get the hang of it” you picked at the strand of hair surrounding your face tucking it behind your ear.
“So he didn’t tell you?” Steve said with a snark
“Tell me what? “ you felt your heart speed up.
“Bucky made a deal with the Wakandan's Coven... they are going to undo the mating. Next full moon you’ll be free again.”
You could tell he was awaiting a reaction, he just crept closer till you could feel his breath in your skin.
You felt lightheaded at his words “ that’s... news”
You felt tears stream down your eyes. Today things had felt like they were always meant to be. Bucky had made you feel like you could trust him.
But he had known, and you fell for it! Once again you felt like a part of someone else's agenda, not your own. Just an omega, in a world of alphas.
Do you think the bottles were an accident?
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird - Chapter 1
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
Green finch and linnet bird,
How is it you sing?
-Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
In a society where any alone, unmarked omega is fair game, Reader takes suppressants to avoid the danger of catching an alpha's eyes. But what happens when she encounters two alphas with the ability to see past her deception?
Warnings: fem reader, kidnapping, injection, drugging, needles
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"Do you smell that?" Bucky said.
He and Steve were at the Tisch Children's Zoo, petting the goats. The Central Park zoo had been a favorite haunt of theirs since they were young, and they still frequented the place as adults; both found the petting zoo extremely therapeutic.
"What, the goats?" said Steve.
"No." Bucky had slipped into an unrecognizable language, speaking in a code that only he and Steve knew. "Omega."
Steve lifted his head, alert, and inhaled deeply, scanning the crowd. Sure enough, the faint but unmistakable scent of an omega filled his nostrils. "You're right," he replied. "But where..."
He trailed off as he followed Bucky's gaze to a small girl, only about seventeen or eighteen. She was feeding a goat only a few feet away from where Steve and Bucky stood.
"I don't know, Buck. It's awfully faint. Could have just rubbed off from a sibling or parent."
Bucky shook his head. "It's her, all right. She's on suppressants. That's what gives it that unusual undertone, that chemical, almost metallic tang. I'd know that smell anywhere. Explains why it's so faint, too."
The girl continued to pet the goat, unaware of the two supersoldiers watching her. Steve looked at her with interest, drinking in every facet of her appearance.
Steve's eyes snapped back to Bucky, only to be met with the man's piercingly level stare. Steve stared back. "She's unmarked? But- You can't mean-"
Bucky cut him off. "I do, Steve." His gaze didn't waver. "She's the one."
You didn't notice the two alphas observing you at the petting zoo. You didn't see them follow you and your mother as she dragged you down the Mall. You didn't recognize them in the crowd at Belvedere Castle, didn't bat an eye at the bell that chimed when they entered the castle's gift shop. In fact, you were completely unaware of their existence until after your mother had abandoned you at the stuffed animal shelves, leaving you in order to inspect the store's more grown-up wares.
Almost the moment she was out of sight, the blonde man bumped into you, hard enough to make you drop the plush you were considering. The stuffed bird hit the floor at just the right angle to activate its voice box, and promptly started singing.
Before you could react with more than a squeaked-out "Sorry!", the stranger had retrieved the bird from the floor.
"Sorry about that." He held out the stuffed animal to you. "No need to apologize. I bumped into you, not the other way around."
You reddened. "No, I was the one in your way. It's fine." You accepted the stuffed animal from his outstretched arm. "Thanks."
"No problem." He leaned against the shelves, considering you.
Was it your imagination, or was his gaze almost predatory?
You could smell the alpha on him, could've smelled it from across the store with how strong it was, and the scent put you on edge by design. Mentally, you reassured yourself that you were safe.
You're on suppressants. He has no idea what you are.
You'll be fine.
"Barn swallow, huh?" He nodded towards the plush bird, now clutched to your chest.
You nodded. "Yeah."
"I'd recommend the stuffed pigeon, myself," the man said. "More 'New York', especially for someone who's not used to the big city."
You looked at him quizzically. "How did you-?"
He chuckled. "You live here long enough, and you can spot a tourist from a mile away. No matter how much someone's traveled, there's nothing that can prepare them for good old NYC."
You blushed. "Is it that obvious?"
"Yeah, but don't worry about it. Nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled at you again, letting you know he wasn't making fun of you. "This city lives and breathes tourism. We'd be broke without you."
Hesitantly, you smiled back at him.
"Now, if I was a tourist in a Central Park gift shop," he continued, "I would be looking for a postcard."
"A postcard?" you said, surprised.
"Oh, absolutely," he replied. "Here, I'll show you."
He walked to the postcard display in one corner of the shop, with you following close behind. "The best part of the city is the views, and the best way to remember them is a postcard. Look." He gestured to the racks of postcards, full of beautiful pictures of Central Park and the city that sprawled around it. "You would be hard pressed to get any of these shots on your own. But if you buy a postcard, you get a top-of-the-line photograph of the city, and for only a couple bucks."
"Huh. I never thought about it like that." You stepped closer to the display and selected a postcard with a beautiful picture of Belvedere Castle, examining the photograph.
"Good choice, doll," someone purred.
It was a new voice, one you didn't recognize. You blanched and stumbled backwards, only to be met with what felt like a solid wall.
You looked up to see that you had backed straight into the chest of a devilishly handsome, dark haired man who absolutely radiated Alpha scent. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows. "Where do you think you're going, Omega?"
Bile rose in your throat. You turned to get away from him, only to be met by the blonde man solidly blocking your only exit.
Somehow, two alphas had discovered your secret. And now they had you cornered.
You were screwed.
"Let me go," you said, in as forceful a tone as you could muster.
The blonde man sighed. "I'm afraid I can't do that, princess. You know the law." He looked at you sympathetically. "You're gonna need to come with us."
You glared at him and didn't move.
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, doll," the other man drawled, sounding almost bored. He stood there casually, arms crossed, regarding you impassively.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want," you spat. "Move."
The brunette tutted reproachfully. "That wasn't very nice, Omega. Where are your manners?"
Oh, fuck him. You gritted your teeth, fuming, fighting the biological instincts that would have you willingly follow these two men out of the shop like a lost puppy. Damn your hindbrain. It was telling you to go with them, do as they said, despite how obviously insane that would be.
You knew better than to listen to the call of your biology. Despite how ingrained it was into your society, you'd heard the horror stories. It was a lesson your mother had drilled into your head over and over again: Never, never trust an alpha.
The three of you stood there, in stalemate. You had nowhere to go, and these men obviously weren't going to leave you alone anytime soon.
You were going to have to get out of this situation yourself.
There postcards were on two rotating racks with a slight gap between them, just big enough for you to squeeze through. If you darted between them and pushed the racks over behind you, the racks would fall into the two men when they tried to follow you, buying you enough time to get somewhere safe. Locking yourself in the bathroom would probably work. It would at least give you enough time to call your mom and get her to come help you.
Something in your expression must have given away your planning. The brunette man shifted his stance, standing up straighter, ready for action. "Don't try anything, doll," he warned.
Hah. Like that was going to stop you.
You darted towards the two racks, but the blonde man's arms instantly shot out and grabbed you. One hand twisted your arms behind your back and pulled you to him, face-first. The other hand pressed your face to his chest, his body muffling any noises you might try to make.
"You got her, Steve?" the brunette asked.
"Yep." the blonde one, Steve, answered. His grip was like iron, completely immobilizing your entire upper body. The only thing you could have possibly done to defend yourself was a weak kick at Steve's ankles, but adrenaline had already taken over your mind.
We say that when a person or animal is afraid, they go into flight-or-fight mode, either fleeing or attacking the thing they fear. But some say that there are other ways humans respond to fear. Instead of fight or flight, it is more accurate to say that we have four options: flight, fight, fawn, and freeze. When fight and flight are no longer options, humans either fawn over their attacker, in an attempt to placate them, or simply freeze, unable to respond.
The second Steve had grabbed you, you froze like a deer in the face of a speeding car. And it was at that moment when you lost all possible hope of escape.
"You got it ready, Bucky?" Steve asked, still holding you firm.
"Right here," the other man said. You heard him walk towards you, shuddering when you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck. You gasped when you felt the sharp prick of a needle in the side of your neck and the sting of something being injected into you.
"Don't worry, doll," the man behind you murmured. "Everything's going to be alright."
And then everything went black.
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It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 6
Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!
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Bucky refused to leave the omega’s side while she stayed in the lab. Bruce had to stop him from trying to crawl onto the bed with her, and after about the third time, he convinced the super soldier to just pull up a chair like a civilized person and hold her hand while she drifted off to sleep again. Now that she was with her alpha, she had settled down for another nap, more interested in resting than answering any more questions so long as Bucky stayed and kept an eye on her.
Steve had to admit, it was endearing. He had never seen his friend so absolutely enraptured like this. Whenever the omega, or Ten, as Bruce was still calling her, shifted in her sleep, Bucky’s eyes were snapping over to make sure that she was okay. Whenever she let out a little whimper, he was purring and stroking her hair. Whenever she seemed like she might wake up again, his attention was completely on her.
“So...sure you don’t remember her?” Steve asked, pulling up a chair. He had left for a few hours to work out, and after a lack of updates from FRIDAY, he headed back down to check on everything. They were exactly as he had left them, which was a good sign. At least nothing was getting out of hand.
Bucky shrugged, rubbing the back of the omega’s hand with his thumb. “I dunno. It’s...foggy.”
“Well, it seems to me like you’ve either got a history together, or she’s mistaking you for someone else.” Steve said. “Quite frankly, it’s hard to do the latter.”
“I’ve dreamt of her.” Bucky said quietly.
“It’s not much, but...I’ve seen her face.” Bucky looked down at her. “I think that no matter how many times HYDRA wiped my memory, she’s always been in there. Kinda like the one constant that was always around, the one thing I could always count on being in the base with me.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Steve asked.
“Never knew if she was real or not.” Bucky sighed. “I thought...maybe she was just something my mind made up to fill some of the gaps. But she smells exactly like I remember.”
Steve sat back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his friend. Bucky wasn’t snarling anymore, most of his attention trained on the omega while she slept. Now that he was close to her, he had calmed down significantly, though he still wouldn’t let Steve within five feet of her bed.
“Just got off the phone with Tony,” Bruce announced, walking in. “He and Pepper will be back tonight. Pepper’s having some clothes and personal items delivered for our new omega friend here. They also asked about renovating a more permanent room for her, but I, uh...told them I wasn’t exactly sure what the situation would be.”
“She’s staying with me,” Bucky said immediately.
“Now hang on, hang on,” Steve leaned forward.
“Steve,” Bucky growled. “I want her with me.”
“Buck, you don’t even know her—“
Bucky interrupted him with a loud snarl, the omega in question whining and squirming in her sleep at the sound of it.
He immediately shut up, brushing a thumb over her cheek and shushing her until she was sleeping soundly again. Fuck, he felt so stupid. What was wrong with him? She could have woken up, or been scared, or upset, all because he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut. She needed her rest, and he needed to stay quiet.
Steve almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Oh, Buck,” he shook his head. “You’re in deep.”
Amoretta woke feeling well rested, and it wasn’t until she tried to stretch and felt the tug of her IV drip that she remembered where she was. Opening her eyes revealed the bright lights of the lab, and as she started to sit up, a few faces came into view.
“Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty,” Bruce said. “How are you feelin’?”
She licked her lips. “Juice box. Now.”
“Way ahead of you. Had this one waiting as soon as you started waking up.” He tossed one to her and was pleased when her hand shot up to catch it. “Reflexes look good. Vitals are all reading normal. I’ll have to run another test to see what’s going on with those suppressants, but I’m willing to bet you’re metabolizing them fairly quickly now. How are you feeling?”
She pulled the little straw off the back of the carton and jammed it into the top. “Nauseous. Like usual.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Side effect of the suppressants?”
“Always has been. Other than that...I feel great, actually.”
“Well, as soon as these wear off, we can figure out something nicer and more modern for you. If you want to use them, I mean.” Bruce shrugged. “Your choice.”
She smiled. “Choice. I like that.”
“Hey, we’re all about independence here,” Steve said happily. He was glad to see she was awake, even though Bucky wasn’t.
The other alpha was still at her side, but, as of about half an hour ago, he was napping. Steve made a mental note to never let him forget the way he slept straight through the one moment he had been waiting for all day.
“What time is it?” She asked. “There’s no windows in this damn place.”
“Just after dinner,” Bruce chuckled. “You slept most of the day. Bucky hasn’t left your side.”
She looked over to her soldier, smiling warmly at the sight of him sleeping. He was even snoring softly. “I haven’t gotten to see this in forty years.”
“Did you two, uh…” Steve cleared his throat. “Spend a lot of time together?”
The omega laughed. “You always this awkward around girls?”
“Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time.” She sucked on her straw. “But...yeah, we did.”
“So...you were just kept for his ruts, or…” Steve was so awkward it was almost endearing. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I think.”
“It’s okay. I know my lot in life.” She kept her eyes trained on Bucky as she spoke. “But if I’m going to answer more questions, I want to get out of this bed. And I want real clothes. Then I’ll talk.”
And so, only several minutes later, Bruce was handing her a sweater and some shorts he had grabbed from a little stash of extra clothing, and Bucky was startled awake by Ten stepping past him. She was finally free from all the tubes and cords that had been sticking out of her during her little hospital stay, and she was all too eager now to explore the tower.
She stood on wobbly legs, almost falling onto him when she tried to take a step. Bucky was up in a flash, ready to catch her, and as she fell against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her. Despite just waking up, he felt fully alert, completely ready to tend to his omega’s every need.
His omega...he liked that train of thought.
“We can head up to the common area. It should still be quiet.” Steve said, leading the way out.
Bucky kept an arm around his omega’s waist as they followed, Bruce bringing up the rear. He wanted to be touching her at all times, constantly in contact so that he couldn’t lose track of her. His instincts were roaring to life, demanding that he do everything in his power to make sure that she was safe and in his line of sight. The elevator ride was tense and full of possessive growling, Bucky constantly shoving Ten behind him to keep her in the corner and as far away from Steve as possible, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the doors slid open and they could step out of the cramped space again.
The common area was empty, thankfully, FRIDAY informing them that the other Avengers were all either working out or in their private quarters.
“Good,” Steve said, heading towards the couches. “No interruptions. Got it, FRIDAY?”
“Understood, Captain Rogers.”
“C’mere,” Bucky mumbled, pulling his omega down to sit on one of the couches with him. Part of him was feeling a little sheepish and self conscious of his behavior...but the rest of him didn’t give a shit. The others could stare and shake their heads all they wanted, but he’d be damned if he let Ten slip through his fingers again.
Or whatever her name was.
Steve and Bruce sat across from them, making sure that they left as much space as possible between themselves and the new omega. Neither of them had ever seen Bucky behaving quite like this--he was on guard, hyper aware of everything around him. He made sure that she was pressed up against his side, an arm draped possessively over the back of the couch so that it was unmistakable that she was with him.
Christ, what had gotten into him? He couldn’t remember ever acting this way about an omega before.
“So…” Steve cleared his throat, sitting with his elbows resting on his knees.
Bucky didn’t really like the way his posture made him lean forward towards his omega, but he could deal with it for now. “So.”
“What do you wanna know?” Ten asked, plucking at Bucky’s shirt. She seemed to be even clingier with him than he was with her, perfectly happy to be hanging off him or tucked up against his side. “You met my demands. I guess I’m an open book now.”
“I don’t want to overstep my bounds,” Steve said. “We just need to know as much as you’re willing to share.”
“Then ask a question.”
“...Alright.” he cleared his throat again. “You said HYDRA used you to help with Bucky’s ruts?”
Ten nodded, her expression remaining even and cool.
“Could you tell us more about that?” Steve glanced at Bucky. “Were there ever any other omegas, or anyone we should know about?”
“There were omegas before me.” she answered. “When I first got to the compound, there were a lot of us. They kept us all in big cells, so everyone talked. People said things about how HYDRA was grabbing omegas off the street for their super soldiers, and how the one at our base was the biggest and scariest.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow at her tone. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected her to sound like while she regaled them with her life story, but he definitely thought there would be a tad bit more apprehension in her voice. She seemed proud of herself, and more matter-of-fact than a lot of omegas would be while talking about their alpha’s previous partners. Or...whatever you called prisoners whose only purpose was to help during ruts.
“And I bet he was,” she sighed, leaning her cheek on Bucky’s chest and looking up at him adoringly.
“Well, I don’t know about that…” Bucky said, an almost shy smile on his lips. And...was he actually blushing?
Steve was going to lose his mind.
“You said the other omegas couldn’t handle it? That’s why you were given the serum?” he prompted, trying to keep them on track before he drowned in the sticky sweetness of her happy pheromones.
“Right.” she turned her attention back to Steve and Bucky let out a quiet huff. “HYDRA didn’t really like to take care of us. And the soldier--I mean, Bucky--would wear them out. So...HYDRA would just kind of let them go. Or put them down, maybe. I never saw it.”
Bucky’s expression dropped. His blush was gone, and he almost looked like he was going to be sick as he listened to her talk.
“But it wasn’t his fault,” she said quickly, glancing between him and Steve. “I don’t think it was ever on purpose, you were just...demanding.”
He gave a groan, leaning his head back against the couch. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it, doll. I’d rather know what I did, at this point.”
She offered a small shrug. “I don’t really remember it being that bad, but I don’t think I ever met you before they gave me the serum.”
“That’s something, at least.” he mumbled, dragging a hand down his face.
“Why you?” Steve asked. “Did you have any prior military experience, any ties to something the others didn’t?”
“No.” she laughed. “I never even got in fights before HYDRA.”
“Then why’d they use such an important resource on you, specifically? Not trying to take a dig at you, it’s just...well, omegas don’t usually…”
“I know,” she said. “Omegas aren’t supposed to be tough, right? That’s why they only ever let alphas become super soldiers.”
“That’s not what I…” Steve trailed off and then sighed. “Sorry.”
“I told you, they gave me the serum so that I would be strong enough to hold my own. It also ensured I would always be around, no matter how many years passed.” Her fingers found Bucky’s free hand and she took it, absentmindedly playing with the smooth vibranium knuckles. “Having me as a constant meant they could stop spending so much time and effort on always having a new omega around for him. Plus…well, I wasn’t really there, but I heard something about it once…”
“What?” Bucky asked.
“They let you choose who was going to become your omega.” She said, looking up at him. “They gave you a bunch of scents, and you chose mine. I guess it was the only reason they didn’t, uh...humanely euthanize me.”
His eyes were wide. The thought of HYDRA killing his omega brought a low growl to his throat, his chest rumbling with the vibrations of it. “No.”
“Well, clearly they didn’t!” She said brightly. “My file said I was a kicker.”
“So they gave you, an already aggressive omega, the serum, but never gave you any trigger words or fished around in your brain?” Bruce shook his head. “Surprisingly sloppy, considering who they are.”
“It’s not like they ever sent me out into the world. I stayed in my cell all day, unless I was needed for a rut. Then I went and stayed in a different cell.” She sighed. “And if they ever needed to, they could just use the alpha to grab me.”
Bucky clearly didn’t like the thought of that. He made a frustrated sound, leaning his head back again. “Great.”
“It was never bad.” She let go of his hand, moving her fingers to cup his jaw. “You never hurt me. You wouldn’t. Sometimes, when I acted up, they would make you go retrieve me, because they knew you were the only one who could do it. If they didn’t send you, they would just knock me out.”
“So...that was it?” Steve asked. “Ruts, serum, cryo?”
“For thirty years!” She chirped. “The last time they froze me, they were freezing him, too. They always tried to keep us in cryo at the same time so that I could be thawed out and ready when he needed me. But...I guess they just...left me there?” She frowned.
“See, that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Steve said. “I didn’t see any signs of a struggle at that base. I’d say they left in an orderly fashion, but the fact that they didn’t take you along makes me think they were in more of a hurry than they made it seem.”
“Natasha might have a better idea,” Bruce suggested. “We can talk to her, try to figure out—“
“FRIDAY, open the damn door or so help me God I will rewrite your entire personality.” A voice interrupted from the other side of the door.
“I’m sorry, Tony, but Captain Rogers asked me not to.” The AI said.
“Well, is it an emergency?” The man scoffed.
“No emergency measures have been executed. No security breaches have been identified.”
“Then I’m sorry, but Captain Rogers does not outrank me when it comes to my own robots. Open the door, beautiful.”
She seemed to sigh. “Very well, Mr. Stark.”
Ten perked up, leaning forward slightly. She was watching the door curiously, tilting her head a little when she heard it slide open. Bucky rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself quietly and pulling her up against his side as another alpha strode in.
“Really? Having a party without me?” the man asked, a smooth, casual air about him as he walked in and looked at everyone on the couches. When his eyes landed on the omega cuddled up next to Bucky, he stopped. “Ah, is this our new guest?”
“Go away, Stark.” Bucky growled. He didn’t like how long the other man’s gaze was lingering on his omega, not when there weren’t any scars on her neck to show who she belonged to.
“Always such a charmer, Barnes.” Tony said, flopping down next to Steve. “Lovely to see you, too. Care to introduce me to your friend? ….No, you’d rather just snarl and forget your words? I knew you were old, but I didn’t realize you were actually a caveman.”
“Tony,” Bruce groaned. “Don’t aggravate him. Please.”
“Why not?” Tony leaned back against the cushions, completely at ease and totally happy to be pressing every one of Bucky’s buttons.
“Are you Tony Stark?” Ten asked, wiggling out of Bucky’s grip to sit on the edge of their couch.
Bucky caught her around the waist before she could get very far, though, and dragged her onto his lap. He loomed over her, sneering dangerously at Tony as the other alpha flashed a smile.
“Bingo.” he said.
“I never thought I’d meet a Stark,” she admitted. “I always heard about Stark Industries, but I lived too far away from any big cities to ever get to see any of his exhibitions.”
“Ah. You’re from my father’s time. Of course.” Tony shot a pointed glare in Bucky’s direction. “Seems like Bruce left out a few teensy weensy important details on the phone today.”
“Well, it’s been, uh...an ongoing learning experience.” Bruce said sheepishly.
“Lots of developments, huh?” Tony raised an eyebrow.
“You could say that.” Steve said under his breath. “We came up here so Ten could be more comfortable while we talk.”
“Oh yeah? What’re we talkin’ about?” Tony asked.
“They were asking about my time with HYDRA,” she answered, cutting in before anyone else could. “And with...Bucky.”
Saying his name felt odd. Her tongue wasn’t used to it, and her mind wanted to call him alpha, or Winter Soldier. Bucky just seemed so…casual, such a strange thing to call a deadly super soldier. When she heard herself, though, she decided that she definitely didn’t hate it.
Bucky’s heart gave a little leap at the sound of his name falling from her lips. He wanted her to say it over and over again, in whispers and in screams, for nobody else’s ears but his.
“...Buck?” Steve asked, pulling him away from his thoughts. “You, uh, kinda zoned out there.”
It wasn’t until Bucky looked at Steve that he realized his eyes had been trained on the omega in his lap. “Yeah?”
“...Is this seriously how you’ve spent the past day and a half?” Tony asked. “Steve, I’m sorry, and I’m sure you’re just trying to be as helpful as you can be, like always, but I think you should let these two get a room.”
Steve looked at him incredulously. “Tony, really? I’m trying to get to the bottom of why exactly HYDRA would abandon the omega they pumped full of super soldier serum. They can get a room later—“
“Yeah, uh, wonder boy? I don’t think your pal is gonna last much longer before he tries to rip our heads off.” Tony nodded towards a very disgruntled Bucky. “You can resume your interrogation tomorrow, Cap.”
Steve looked to Bruce for help, but he only offered a small shrug and stood, heading towards the door. “He’s right, Steve. They deserve some alone time.”
“But—hey!” Steve protested as Bucky picked his omega up, striding past the two alphas sitting on the opposite couch.
“Thanks for everything, Steve.” Bucky said over his shoulder.
Ten squirmed, peeking around Bucky’s arm as she was carried away. “Bye, Mr. Stark!”
“Don’t look at him,” Bucky growled as they walked out the door.
“Did his father really make hoverboards? I heard once that Howard was promising hoverboards—“
“No.” He said flatly.
“...oh.” She huffed, slumping against him. “Where are we going?”
“My apartment.” Bucky stepped into the elevator, his grip still tight around her.
The omega perked up. “You have a whole apartment?”
He puffed his chest out a little. “Course I do. Gotta have a nice place for you, don’t I?”
“So I can stay?” Her eyes were bright and happy. “I can stay there, with you, all the time? Not just when you rut?”
He felt a sad little pang in his heart. When he spoke again, his voice was low and soft. “Of course, sweetheart.”
Then, his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying. “I mean, uh...i-if you want to, that is. I know it’s fast and all, and maybe...would you rather have your own room? Or I can stay on the couch—“
“Bucky,” she cut him off with a laugh, a soft hand cupping his jaw. “You’ve been my alpha for seventy years. I’d say we’re actually moving pretty slow.”
His expression relaxed again, lips stretching into a small smile. “Right. Yeah. You’re right.”
They spent the rest of the elevator ride in comfortable silence, Bucky rubbing his scent glands all over her hair. He wanted to make sure that the next time they encountered anyone else, she smelled exactly like him.
Like her alpha.
When the elevator came to a gentle stop at Bucky’s floor, the doors opened, and he stepped out in front of his apartment door. It opened for him, having already scanned his biometrics, revealing a small, but cozy, living room.
He set his omega down on her feet, watching anxiously as she stepped into his quarters. Did she like it? Fuck, was it too small? It was too small. She probably hated it. Fuck, fuck, fuck...he had to salvage this somehow.
“Well, uh…” shit, he sounded too nervous. He wanted her to think he was a strong, capable alpha.
He cleared his throat for another start. “Welcome home, Omega.”
Wait. That wasn’t right. Should he be calling her that? No, probably not, it sounded too possessive, too uncaring. He wished he just knew her fucking name, or something.
Shit, he sounded so stupid. He wanted to impress her, not...do whatever this was.
She just laughed, though, turning and looking at him with those eyes that sparkled like starlight. “Amoretta. My name is Amoretta.”
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Songbird (Chapter two)
Summary: When Bucky meets a young single mother with a hole in her life, he can’t help but try and fill it the best way he knows how—with himself.
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Stalking, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Forced breeding/Impregnation, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Mating Cycles/Heat
A/N: Didn’t want to leave you all hanging on the second chapter and epilogue, especially since it’s all already up on A03 😅. I hope you all enjoyed the first installment! This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!
Bucky tailed her the whole way out of the city, following as many car lengths behind her on his bike as he could without losing her. She’d left late that morning—the baby had been fussy, and Jay had been difficult, but she’d finally managed to hand them off to a kind looking older couple he assumed were her parents, before taking off herself. Normally, his girl was attentive, observant. But today, she drove like a bat out of hell, and it took everything in Bucky not to force her to pull over immediately and let him do it.
He resisted the urge, staying two or three cars behind as she drove further and further upstate. They’d been on the road almost two hours when Bucky decided to make his move. He clicked on the tracker, glancing at his phone to make sure it was up and running. The EMP bead would overload her battery, but her engine would remain untouched. Lastly, the software he’d installed on her phone would kick in any minute now, rerouting all her calls to him.
Just before he activated the bead, Bucky pulled off onto the shoulder of the road, watching her zip away into the distance. He counted to thirty before pressing the indicator on his phone screen. He pulled up the tracker and watched as the dot began zig-zagging all over the road, before pulling off to the side.
And now we wait.
Bucky needed to show her what a good mate he would be—what a good husband and father. That’s all she needed—reassurance. And he would give that to her, even if he had to orchestrate it himself. He loved her more than anything, he’d never be able to bear if she didn’t choose him.
So he would ensure she did.
It took only a moment for his phone to begin buzzing, and Bucky let it ring twice before picking up.
“Gretch, I’m—Wait, who’s this?” She began speaking quickly before she realized something was amiss. He could practically hear her cute frown through her tone.
“Bucky. James. Wait, is this…?” He asked, despite already knowing the answer. She huffed out a sigh.
“Great, my phone’s fucky too… I meant to call someone else, I’m sorry to bother you, James.” Buck could hear her shifting, getting ready to hang up.
“No problem—wait, you sound upset. Something wrong?”
She chuckled humorlessly before answering. “Well… my battery crapped out again. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, I thought everything was going to be fine, and now I’m stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere— ”
“Slow down, sweetheart. Where are you?”
“Somewhere off exit 145, I think. You can’t seriously be thinking of driving up here… it’s too far!” She exclaimed.
I already did, baby. I already did.
“Don’t fret. I’ll be there quick, I promise.” He heard her sigh reluctantly.
“I… I feel terrible. Letting you drive up here, I mean… I… are you sure?”
“I’ll be there in a little while. Just stay by the car.” He instructed, before ending the call. Her phone would go back to normal now, it’s ability to call other people besides him restored with the software running its course. He gripped the handles tightly. Bucky knew he needed to wait it out, but the urge to go to her immediately was strong. Knowing that she was sitting in the car, mere hours from going into heat— perhaps less— was making him antsy.
Finally, after an hour, he started his bike back up and headed off the nearest exit. He found her shortly after, her old Jeep sitting dormant near a set of wobbly tire tracks. He cut the engine before pulling his helmet off and waving to her. She rushed over to him, her face flushed and sweaty.
“Thank you so much for coming… I didn’t know you had a bike,” She said timidly, peeking around him to peer at the motorcycle. “Was it too bad of a drive?” Her expression told him she truly felt awful for inconveniencing him, though his sweet girl had no way of knowing it had been him who’d done the inconveniencing.
“No problem, I couldn’t just leave you stranded up here. Besides, it’s not like I was doing anything important.”
She frowned deeper anyway, though she nodded. “It just… started smoking, and then the wheels locked up, and… fuck.” She threw her hands up into the air before kicking at one of the wheels. Bucky chuckled at her antics and made a show of rolling his sleeves up and getting her to pop the hood. He tried a bunch of things he knew might have worked if not for his own interference, having her press on the gas as he tinkered.
“It’s fried,” He said plainly after another pointless attempt, shrugging at her in apology as he frowned. Her face looked stricken.
“Oh no,” She moaned, resting her head against the dusty metal frame. “I… I have to be somewhere by nightfall, I can’t…” Bucky reached for her hand, running his thumbs over the back of her palm. She shivered visibly.
“Where do you need to go, sweet? I can take you. I came all this way, didn’t I?” I would take you anywhere.
“I… My folks have a cabin up this way. We use it for…” He nodded understandingly, rubbing her shoulder through the sweatshirt she wore. “James you really don’t have to—”
“Nonsense.” He cut her off easily. “I want to help.” He gave her his helmet, assuring her that he would go slow. He got on first, and shuddered with pleasure when she seated herself behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. “How far?”
“Another couple of miles,” She said, tiredly, leaning her head against his back. “Thanks for all this... I feel like crap.” Bucky squeezed her leg comfortingly.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you there, and get you all set up before you can say boo.” Her bags were easy to strap down, and they took off, with Bucky making an effort to keep it under 70.
The ride wasn’t too terrible in and of itself, but by the time they reached the small cabin, Bucky was practically salivating. He hadn’t counted on her scent affecting him just as strongly as his presence did her. She smelled so good, so ripe, it was all he could do not to pull off the road and have her there—all it would take was just a little convincing, he was sure.
Bucky carried her bags in, chuckling at the sheer amount of clothes she’d packed—Bucky doubted she’d be wearing any of them. “T-thank you, James.” She laid down heavily on the couch, stripping down to her tank-top, throwing the sweatshirt carelessly over the back of the old couch.
“My pleasure, sweetheart.” It was even better than he’d hoped—secluded, no one for miles.
And she was here all weekend…
“Make yourself at home,” She said tiredly, and Bucky took that as his cue to explore, familiarize himself with his new surroundings. The cabin was two floors, two bedrooms. It was small, meant for a single family. There was one large bathroom, and outside he found a hot-tub, though it looked like it was in need of some maintenance before it could be used.
He scented the air—she’d been here recently, at least in the past two months. He wondered what her heat cycle was, and why the other man hadn’t mated her when he had the chance. Bucky grinned. His loss. He wouldn’t be making the same mistake, that was for certain.
When he came back inside, she was sleeping, curled up into an uncomfortable looking ball on the sofa. He watched her with heated eyes, and she moaned in her sleep, stretching. Bucky bit his lip as he watched her shirt ride up to expose the smooth skin of her belly. He’d already been so patient, but he was at the end of his rope. Since the car he’d been walking around rock hard and throbbing, shrouded in her scent. Her heat would be fully on soon, and then he wouldn’t have to test his own patience anymore.
Bucky let her sleep for a few hours—he knew she would need the rest, especially once he was through with her. He knew she’d intended for him to leave after they arrived, but she’d been so out of it, she’d forgotten to ask. He milled around until the sun set, and she rose with a sleepy yawn.
“James? Are you still here?” She called, and he poked his head out of the kitchen to meet her worried gaze. “I… I thought you would have left…”
“Of course not. If I leave, how will you get home? I’ve at least got to do something about your car.” He said easily, cocking his head at her as he schooled his expression into one of concern and sincerity. She nodded slowly, her tongue darting out to wet dry lips.
“I… it’s late, isn’t it?” She asked blearily, and he nodded. “It’s dark already… Dammit. This is bad,” She muttered, though more to herself than to him. Bucky continued to play dumb, furrowing his brows in confusion.
“I don’t understand.”
“I… I’m in heat, James. It’s not a good idea for you to be here with me, I’m already starting to feel… weird.” She shivered visibly, hugging herself. Bucky clucked his tongue at her.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll see, everything will be fine.” She stared at him as though he’d grown five heads as she shook her own.
“James I don’t want to… do anything we’ll regret later.” He clenched his fists at his sides, though his face remained calm. It’s okay. She’ll see. She’s nervous, doesn’t want anyone to hurt the kids. Bucky reminded himself of this as he hushed her and helped her up to bed. He heard the lock click, and fought back a laugh. Oh no, she would be the one to seek him out, he was sure of it.
Bucky settled himself into the guest room, his eyes rolling back to half mast as he laid his head back on the pillows, breathing her scent in steadily. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she was down there, begging him so sweetly—and like the kind husband he knew he would be, Bucky would oblige her. Just as her scent soaked the house, he knew he’d been leaving traces too, and they would drive her to seek him out.
He just needed to be a little more patient.
Bucky wasn’t sure how late it was when he heard her shuffling around outside his door. She was pacing, from the sound of it. Bucky scented the air and groaned audibly—she was practically dripping, he could tell.
Bucky wrenched open the door to find her there, staring wide eyed at him, running nervous fingers through her damp hair. “Couldn’t sleep, sweetheart?” He growled, reaching for her hand. She went to pieces instantly, whining and pulling at him as she pressed her face into his bare chest.
“James, it hurts,” She panted, locking her hands behind his neck. Bucky threaded his hands under her thighs, lifting her as he walked backward towards the bed. It seemed like she’d held out as long as she could, and as Bucky tore at the tie on her fluffy bathrobe, he groaned at her scent. Her entire body trembled, her nipples hard and pressed tightly against the thin fabric of her tank top. “You being here,” She panted, her mouth working against his throat as she spoke, “I ache inside.” She was whining now, and he grinned against her hair, his hands still squeezing the soft skin of her thighs.
“Oh sweetheart. See, I told you. I’m going to make everything alright.” He ground his cock against her, feeling the heat and dampness through both their clothes. He clucked his tongue pityingly at her. “Why didn’t you come to me sooner, sweet?” Bucky asked, tucking a finger under her chin to force her to look at him. Her eyes were wide and wild, her pupils dilated. She winced as another cramp made her double over against him.
“I tried on my own first…” She moaned as his large, warm hands traveled gently up her sides to cup her breasts, kneading them. “But it’s not working,” She said desperately, practically vibrating from his touch. “I don’t know why it’s not working…” Bucky laved the side of her throat, feeling the swollen gland at the juncture of her shoulder.
“Silly girl… your body knows there’s an alpha nearby. Poor thing,” He said softly, tugging aside the fabric of her barely-there sleep shorts to slide his fingers through her dripping folds. “You were upstairs playing with this pussy, weren’t you?” He asked, and she nodded helplessly. He removed his fingers from her, which was met with a disappointed whine. “Show me.”
“Come on, sweetheart… It’s just me,” He said, kissing her trembling mouth. He swept his tongue against hers, sucking it before releasing her. “Let me see.” There was a more stern note in his voice this time, and she nodded, leaning back against his arms as she widened her thighs. Bucky licked his lips—she was suggestable like this, he liked it. He watched as she slid her hands down the line of her body, pulling aside the shorts to expose the glistening folds of her pussy. His mouth watered. “Yes, sweet. Just like that.”
She parted herself with two fingers, using her middle finger to rub a slow circle against her engorged clit. He couldn’t have torn his eyes away even if he wanted to, and Bucky found himself wondering again how she’d managed to avoid being trapped on someone else's knot, though he was thankful she’d be his. He didn’t have many things that were just his and his alone, and he guarded them jealously. He would do the same with her.
“Did he ever have you like this?” Bucky asked, leaning down to leave a kiss on the other side of her throat. He sucked the skin hard enough to bruise, and then ensured it by leaving heavy bites in the same spot. She moaned, bucking as her fingers continued to move between them. “Answer, sweetheart. I want to know.”
“Y-yes.” She admitted in a small voice. “H-he hurt me sometimes…” Bucky hushed her with a growl. He already knew that. He already had plans for him, but first he had to ensure his girl was protected. Safe. And the best way to do that was to ensure that she was his.
“I’ll never hurt you. Oh sweetheart… I just want to make you feel good.” His fingers joined hers at the apex of her thighs, sliding into her tight, clenching center as she worked her clit with shaky strokes. “Let me take care of you, baby.” He crooked his finger inside her, and she went limp in his arms, quivering around him as she came. Her hand fell away, and Bucky wasted no time going for his zipper, undoing the button with fevered fingers.
His cock slid against her wetly, and a ragged groan escaped his throat. “Yesss….” She was so soft; wet. It was perfection. She tried to drive herself down onto his throbbing cock, but Bucky held her hips fast, shaking his head at her. “Not yet, sweetheart. Let m enjoy this, I waited a long time.” Bucky wanted her so badly it almost hurt—but there was nothing but time now. He had her all weekend, and there was no way she was leaving here not wearing his mark on that pretty throat.
He slid against her again, his cock throbbing hungrily. “You know, I wonder why no one’s ever marked you,” He said slowly, moving hotly against her. But then I think it just means we’re meant to be, don’t you?” She whimpered in response, and Bucky nipped her breast sharply, drawing blood. “If I wanted silence I’d fuck you in a morgue.”
He grinned against her skin, laving at the wound and moaning at the taste of her blood. Bucky circled her nipple with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth. Milk began welling on his tongue, and he groaned, his cock throbbing. She moaned loudly as his other hand came up to pinch at her other nipple. He thrust against her once, twice, before pulling away slowly, enjoying her irritated huff. “Stand up, baby.”
She did so on shaky legs.
“Take off your clothes for me. Please, I want to see.” He watched, enraptured as she began peeling off article after article of clothing; dropping her bathrobe to the ground, followed by the small, silky shorts he was certain they’d ruined. Last came the thin tank top she wore, and finally she was bare before him. “Beautiful.” Bucky traced his fingers appreciatively along her smooth skin.
“James please—” She moaned desperately, another trembling fit wracking her form. He took pity on her then, stroking a thumb across her swollen lips as his eyes traced the bruises forming on her throat with pleasure.
“Okay, sweetheart.” He kissed her, devouring her mouth hungrily. “Get on the bed.”
Bucky watched with heated eyes as she went to lay back against the mattress, but he shook his head.
“No. I want to see that pretty ass, baby.” He couldn’t quiet his groan at the sight of her presenting herself for him. The only thing that would have made this more perfect would be if this was in their new home, but Bucky let that go—there would be many more opportunities in the future for that. She spread her legs apart, and Bucky could see the obvious wetness glistening in her folds and on her thighs as they trembled. “Hold it open for me, sweet.” He said in a low voice, stroking his cock with long, measured movements, sweeping his thumb across the tip to spread the precum gathered there from watching her. “Fuck.”
He positioned himself behind her, rubbing himself against her as she let out a torn moan. She was so wet, her entrance sucking so desperately at him that he had to give in, thrusting just inside. “Oh fuck,” She moaned, her voice low and raspy. “Please, please, please—”
“You’re so needy, baby,” He growled, tugging her hips back and seating himself completely inside her tightly quivering center. “This is better than your fingers isn’t it?” Bucky pulled out slowly, holding her in place as he thrust home hard and forced a sharp cry from her. She leaned down on her forearms, offering herself up for more. “Sweetheart…” He said in warning, snapping his hips against her again, eliciting another moan.
“Oh god James, so much better!”
He leaned down to nip at the flesh of her throat again, bringing their bodies together in an even tighter fit. Bucky groaned at the feel of her clenching around him—he’d never had it this good before. Not even the seasoned whores they sent through the camps had made him feel anything close to how good the omega beneath him made him feel. A wave of jealousy crested over him as he thought of the other men that had knotted her before him, though there was nothing he could do about it now.
Bucky slid out of her with a loud wet noise, enjoying the displeased, needy whine she released as a result. “Turn over, sweetheart.” She flipped quickly onto her back, and Bucky was on her in an instant, pulling her thighs apart and positioning himself between them. Oh yes , this was good—he could see her perfect breasts bouncing with every thrust, watch her eyes roll back as she bit her lip, trying helplessly to contain the noises escaping her.
He held her waist tightly with his metal hand, while the other slid between them to hold her folds apart so he could watch the length of his cock disappearing into her tight pussy over and over again. If not for the evidence of her children, Bucky would have thought her a virgin, her pussy molded so perfectly to his cock. She clenched around him wildly, and he could see she was getting close again.
“You want me to make you cum again, sweetheart?” He panted, grinning down at her as she nodded, whining.
“Please, James, please—”
“Okay, baby. And then I’m going to shoot my load in that tight pussy, okay? You’re not on anything, right?” He asked desperately. This was the best shot he had at getting her pregnant until her next heat, and the thought of her swollen with his seed was making him tighten his grip on her hips, his eyes wild and intense as they bored into hers. “Answer, sweet, I need to know!”
“N-no, James—Nnnh!—Not on birth control, bad for the baby—” His eyes rolled to half mast at her words, and he growled possessively, leaning over her.
“Good.” He bore down, pressing her thighs to her body as the shaft of his cock grew thicker in preparation. He wanted to see her as he flooded her cunt full of himself. There was no way she wouldn’t conceive, he decided. If that meant he had to spend the whole weekend with her locked on his knot… that was a price he was more that willing to pay. She moaned and writhed underneath him despite the weight of his body holding her down, her hands grasping at his shoulders and digging in as he went deeper, harder. Only mine , he thought fiercely, his tongue moving against his sharp canines as he eyed her throat with intent. Just mine.
She threw her head back against the bed, her curls framing her face like a halo as she came, her pussy seizing so tightly around Bucky’s cock it almost hurt. He too, came with a shout, pressing himself as far inside her as he could go, hot ropes of cum shooting against her cervix. She let out a groan as his knot swelled inside her, sealing them in place.
“Mmm, ah, oh god…” She mumbled incoherently under her breath, her eyes rolling as Bucky continued thrusting. He was still hard, and though he had little room to maneuver, he continued pushing his hips against hers gently. He wanted to make sure she stayed pliant, open and relaxed.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come here, love.” He said, sitting her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck obediently, allowing him to position her head. “You’re doing such a good job, we’re almost done.” He sank his teeth into her throat without preamble, and she tightened around him again, a weak orgasm making her body shake again as he held her. “Now you.” He bent his head to her face, tapping his throat. He felt her hesitate for just a moment and his grip tightened. She swallowed thickly and bit down, her teeth penetrating just deep enough.
Bucky’s eyes rolled back in pleasure—ah, he’d heard about post-mating euphoria, but this was his first time experiencing it. He continued rocking into her, wringing another, tiny orgasm from her tired form before he went for the lights—still holding her around his waist—and laid them both down to sleep.
It was dawn the next time he woke again, and she was still fast asleep, her skin hot and feverish. He didn’t want to leave her, but he knew she would need to eat. She needed to be healthy to get pregnant, and those takeout dinners weren’t doing the trick. He went to the kitchen, and threw together a sandwich for her. He grinned as he touched the throbbing bite mark on his throat. There would be no hiding that.
He wondered how long it would take to convince her to move in with him. A week? A month? Bucky could hardly wait to see her pregnant and hobbling around the house, having to take time off from working… Home all the time, available for him to cuddle and fuck and—his cock twitched. He shook his head. They would cross that bridge when they came to it.
When he got back into the bedroom, she was sitting up and looking around with a small frown, her hand on her throat. He grinned at her, brandishing the food. “I brought you a snack, baby. Thought you’d be hungry.”
“I… thank you.” She took the plate from his gratefully, but hesitated, looking up at him sorrowfully. “James, I know we… I just I can’t really remember…” She trailed off embarrassedly, looking away.
“No, no. Don’t do that.” He held her chin. “I loved you the minute I met you, and I’m… I couldn’t be happier it turned out this way.” Bucky replied earnestly, sitting beside her on the bed. She looked guilty then.
“That’s the thing, James. I don’t.. I don’t know if I love you. I mean, I really like you, and the kids love you, but I’m afraid. ” Bucky quashed the angry, hurt feeling that welled up in his chest. This was to be expected.
“That’s fine, sweetheart. You’ll learn to love me, you’ll see.” He smiled earnestly at her. “I will never, ever hurt you.”
Epilogue: Four years later.
“Dad! Didja see me? Didja? I hit the crap outta that ball!” Jay yelled, waving up at them as he jogged back to home base. Bucky chuckled.
“Oh you bet I did. That’s my son!” He cheered, standing and pointing. Jay was a starter in his little league team, and with Bucky’s coaching, he was one of the best players, even at such a young age. He grasped his wife’s hand, and she smiled at him, before turning her attention to Rosie. “Hey, you, no. No wandering. Stay by your father, please for the love of God,” She said sternly, directing the errant child back to her seat. Their youngest, Steven—named for his godfather, of course—bounced happily on Bucky’s knee.
Times may have changed, but he still loved baseball. Other parents hooted and cheered for their children around him, but Bucky could only focus on her , watching the way her eyes lit up as she watched their son play. He’d adopted Jay and Rosie just a week after they moved in with him—he’d started the paperwork early, with... help from Fury.
And their wedding day… If that wasn’t the happiest day of his life, he didn’t know a thing. Well, that, or the day Steven had been born, he supposed. He could still picture her easily, all done up and glowing because she was pregnant—though no one knew but them.
Her parents loved him—he never hit her, so to them he was about as far away from the kids biological father as he could get. Bucky hid the smirk that found his face at the thought of him. He hadn’t been hard to track down—he still lived at his mother’s old address, though she’d long since died. He’d replaced him in his children’s hearts, and in their mother’s bed, so there was no reason not to just… remove a single bad apple from the bunch.
No one would ever even know he was gone.
Bucky wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, his eye going to the ring glinting on her finger. That and his mark usually kept any stray males from going after what belonged to him, but he still occasionally had to set people straight. She was still just as beautiful and alluring as the day they’d met. His eyes strayed down to the bump that was just visible beneath her t-shirt, and he felt himself stir.
His hand traveling down her back to palm brazenly at her ass. “After the game is over, what say we drop the kids off at your parents?”
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Summary: When Bucky meets a young single mother with a hole in her life, he can’t help but try and fill it the best way he knows how—with himself.
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Stalking, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Forced breeding/Impregnation, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Mating Cycles/Heat
A/N: This is one of my favorites that I’ve written! Who doesn’t think Bucky’s a total DILF? This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!
I’ve noticed some mobile formatting errors on this fic, but whenever I try to correct them via computer, it doesn’t work 🥴 I’m so sorry, and I really hope it doesn’t affect readability too badly. Please feel free to check it out on A03 in that case!
Bucky was a realist. The likelihood that he was actually going to have a good time was looking slimmer and slimmer with every word that came from Tony’s lips. If I asked Banner, he could probably calculate the percentages for me, he thought sourly, drumming his metal fingertips against the countertop.
“Oh come on! You’ll love it, I promise. Old timey booths, live music—pretty waitresses,” Tony waggled his eyebrows and elbowed him. “Steve even likes it!” At the mention of his friend, Bucky peered around Tony Stark’s head and gesticulating arms to fix Steve with a questioning look. He shrugged.
“It’s a pretty low-key place, Buck.” Bucky scowled. Christ, even Steve was in on it now. ‘Go out and get acclimated, Buck,’ he’d say. ‘World’s different, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad’. Like hell it doesn’t. As if she were reading his thoughts, Natasha piped in from beside Steve.
“Why not come with? Tony’s buying.” She jerked her thumb at him. “Besides… It’s either come out with us tonight, or stay in the building and definitely get a call from Fury. At least if you’re drunk, you can’t answer.”
Now that was persuasive. Fury had been running them ragged; recon in Syria, busting up a Hydra base in Jakarta—Bucky was exhausted. And he almost never took “no” for an answer; something he and Hydra had in common.
“Fine.” He lifted his hands in defeat. “But I’m running up one hell of a bar tab.”
When they arrived, Bucky had to grudgingly admit that the venue was everything Tony had said it would be—it was like a place out of time, right down to the cracked brown leather lining the booths. Toward the back, there was a stage, which currently housed a band. They were long past warmups, simply playing soft, jazzy tunes that weren’t a chore to listen to.
Maybe Steve told him about the first bar.
Just after his deprogramming, Steve had taken him out. Not that Steve could get drunk, but he’d known Bucky needed some kind of sense of normalcy.
It had ended with a bar fight, and a couple of broken noses—neither of which belonged to them.
“See?” Tony said, gesturing around. “What’d I tell ya?”
Bucky shrugged his hand off of his shoulder. “I like it.” He agreed, heading for the bar where Natasha was already getting a drink. “Vodka.” He’d developed a taste for it over in Bucharest, and had never lost it. The bartender poured him the drink, chucking when Bucky jerked his thumb in Tony’s direction. “He’s buying.” The air was a mess of scents—Betas, Alphas, an Omega or two. But whoever owned the place was smart—there was just enough incense burning to mellow the tangle of smells, just in case.
Bucky remained by the bar for his second and third drinks, but turned when the band began tuning up. Tony, Natasha, Steve and Clint were all seated in a booth facing the stage, and made room for him when he wandered over. They were moving the instruments and setting up a mic. Bucky saw the bartender begin heading for the stage, clearing his throat as he tapped the microphone.
“Ah, good. Thank you all for joining us this evening. Special greetings of course to some very important guests this evening—” He gestured towards their table, and the spotlight swung over, bathing their booth in light. Bucky grimaced, and ducked his head, while Tony soaked up the attention and applause, standing for a bow. He loved the attention. “So without further ado, I’ll welcome our entertainment to the stage tonight.” He held out his hand, and from behind the old-timey red curtain framing the booth, a slender, gloved hand appeared to daintily grasp the older man’s.
She stepped out into the light, and Bucky swore his heart must have stopped. There were so many scents, it was impossible to pick out which one belonged to her, as much as he wanted to. She had thick, black, curly hair swept into neat pin-tucked curls that were held with jeweled pins, and smooth, golden-brown skin that reminded him of honey. The train of her sleekly fitted sleeveless dress dragged behind her a little, and Bucky could hear the sound of her heels clicking against the wood.
The bartender hopped off of the stage, jogging back to the bar as she signaled to the band, and they began to play. Music filled the air, backed heavily by soulful piano notes.
And then she opened her mouth.
“Roxanne… You don’t have to put on that red light…”
Bucky didn’t know the song—he wasn’t much for music these days—but what he did know was that her voice was mesmerizing. Low, dulcet tones that seemed to hold physical weight, caressing him, carrying his mind far, far from the daily annoyances and deeper traumas he was desperate not to think about. “Put on the red light… Put on the red light…” He found himself leaning forward, eyes locked on the stage, desperate not to miss a single thing.
“You good, man?” Bucky heard Clint as though he was speaking to him under water, the words muffled and far away. “Barnes?” Bucky blinked, shaking his head quickly before turning his head away from the stage—with some difficulty.
“Yeah. Yeah, sorry.” He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s really good.” Bucky replied after a moment, jerking his head back toward the stage. “Does she… work here a lot?” He directed the question at Tony, who shrugged noncommittally.
“I think so. I’ve seen her here a few times. Why, you interested?” He grinned cheekily at Bucky, who shook his head. There was a small smile on his lips, though, because Stark was right. She continued to sing, drawing her gloved hands up and down her body for emphasis, reaching out past the antique microphone stand to gesture at the crowd. She looked relaxed up there, like she was used to it.
Bucky sat through every song in her set. Three in, Natasha was ready to go, waving goodbye to everyone as first she, then Clint departed the bar. Tony lasted until the second to last one, sighing as he slapped his hands against the table.
“Well, gentlemen, I’m going to bow out. I’m sure Pepper is wondering whether I’m currently being attacked or murdered, so I’d better get home to her.” He exited the table, but headed over to the bar, sliding them his card. He waved once more, before walking out.
“Enjoying the show, I take it?” Steve asked, clapping Bucky on his shoulder. “It’s getting real late, Buck.” He knew Steve would be hard pressed to leave without him, but Bucky wasn’t ready to go yet.
“I think I’m gonna stay longer. I’ll check in with you when I get back.” He made his voice hard, authoritative; just in case Steve tried to argue. He pursed his lips, and for a moment, Bucky thought Steve might push the issue—but he appeared to think better of it.
“If… if you’re sure, Buck. I’m a phone call away.” Perhaps Steve suspected he was up to something—Am I up to something?—but he swallowed thickly, clapping an affectionate hand on Bucky’s shoulder as he too made his way back to the compound. It was always like this—them breathing down his neck, as though he didn’t have enough on his mind and his plate without their constant fear that he would devolve somehow.
He grimaced, knocking back the rest of his drink.
“Thank you, everyone!” She bowed, a tendril of hair escaping one of her bejeweled pins as she did so. “You’ve been great!” She smiled graciously before exiting the stage, and going through a set of doors he assumed led to some kind of dressing room area. It was clear he’d closed out the bar, patrons were leaving at a steady trickle now, and the band was packing up, the bartender wiping down glasses and turning them upside down to dry on the bar.
Bucky knew he didn’t have long to plan—he’d wait outside for her, see if maybe he could have a word.
Hopefully more than just one.
It was chilly outside, winter wasn’t yet ready to release the city from it’s icy grip despite it being almost March, but it didn’t really bother him much. He was used to being cold. Someone eyed him warily as they exited the bar, and he scooted a little further away from the entrance, pulling his collar up. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a wanted man anymore—he still felt like he was being watched. Tracked.
It was thirty minutes before she came out, and Bucky smelled her before he saw her. Incense. Her hair was longer than he’d expected, pulled back into a loose braid she’d obviously done after changing clothes, and she wasn’t paying much attention as she pushed open the door. Bucky stepped in front of her, jostling her elbow. She yelped in surprise, dropping her bag as she jumped back, a manicured hand on her chest.
Bucky held up his hands apologetically, immediately bending to help pick up the spilled contents of her purse.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to jump out at you there,” He lied. Bucky’s communication skills had ceased to exist, between the brainwashing and cryostasis. I just want to talk to her. He was bad at conversation, and even worse at small talk.
“No, no, I… I wasn’t paying attention,” She said, shaking her head as she knelt next to him, grabbing a tube of lipstick that had rolled out of her bag. He handed her a brush, and a can of hairspray that had also escaped. “Thanks.” She was prettier now than on stage.
“You, um. That was a good show,” Bucky supplied, cursing himself inwardly as the corners of her mouth turned upward and she giggled.
“Thanks. I hope I didn’t butcher any classics,” She joked, rising to her feet and dusting off her knees. “Well, see you ‘round,” She turned on her heel and headed down the street, making for the nearest train station. Bucky inhaled air greedily, gulping her scent into his lungs, memorizing it. Omega. She smelled like incense; all smoke and cloves. Delicious.
Bucky raked a hand through his hair. What were his options? Come back every night? Learn her schedule? He kicked at the sidewalk, looking down when the toe of his boot made contact with something… soft. Bucky dropped into a crouch, squinting before a wide grin broke out on his face.
He’d meant to return the wallet promptly—after all, she had to be searching for it like mad. But… He’d found himself going through it instead. There were some pictures, small ones, shoved into the creased leather pockets. They appeared to be friends, family members. Some children—those made Bucky frown. She’d appeared so young, he hadn’t considered the possibility that she might have children, be mated.
And even stranger, that she was an unmated Omega.
It was like dominoes, each brick hitting into the next; a sequence of events Bucky was powerless to stop—or perhaps he just didn’t want to. Her social media was easy to find, after all, he had her name and her address. Her account was fairly public, and Bucky spent hours poring over her posts, her photo albums.
She did have kids—two of them. A two year old boy, and a baby girl, barely older than an infant. Bucky went through each of her profile photos at least twice—there was no mating mark adorning the creamy skin of her throat, and Bucky hadn’t seen one in person either.
A conundrum, to be sure.
Bucky found her apartment two days later. She lived just across the Brooklyn Bridge in Carrol Gardens. It wasn’t a bad neighborhood, but Bucky frowned anyway as he walked through it that evening anyway. It was still dicey, especially in the dark; and Bucky wasn’t particularly fond of his girl walking it alone.
My girl already?
He rang her buzzer, wallet in hand. Her last name was right next to it, in all capital letters.
“Um. Hi, yeah, I found your wallet? It’s me, from the other night.” Bucky lifted his finger from the intercom, and scrubbed a frustrated hand down his face. Why was it so hard to just… talk?
“Oh! Oh my gosh! Oh wow, okay. Thank you! I’ll be right down—” The buzzer clicked, and Bucky stepped away from it, still nervously playing with her wallet with one gloved hand. It took a few minutes, but she appeared on the steps, a sweater hastily wrapped around her shoulders as she pulled open the lobby door. “Hi!” He presented it without comment, unable to help dragging his eyes down her form. Her hair was loose, in curls all the way down to her elbows. “Thank you so much, I was freaking out.” She smiled at him gratefully.
“You’re welcome. Sorry I didn’t, uh, come by sooner.”
She waved a hand dismissively. “Look, the fact that you didn’t run up my credit cards or steal my identity is the real gift here.” She laughed. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything? You know, as a thank you?”
Bucky licked his lips.
“I’d like that.”
Her apartment was average sized, just large enough for her current needs. It was well decorated, and as Bucky closed the door behind him, he was greeted with the shrieks of an excited toddler, and the soft wail of an infant.
“Shoes off please,” She instructed, before dashing into the living room. “What’s wrong? Oh no, did you wake up and momma was gone? I’m so sorry,” She cooed, bending down to lift a fussing baby out of a play-pen. There was a little boy, dressed in Spider-man pajamas sitting on the couch, watching him warily.
“Momma, who that?”
“This nice man just returned my wallet, Jason,” She replied, leaning over to kiss his head. “How’s your movie?” She asked, and he jumped up excitedly.
“Big fights!” He said, pointing at the screen. There was some kind of… lava monster on the screen. She patted his head, and gestured with her head towards the kitchen.
“You heard the man, big fights.” She laughed. “Let's get you that coffee.” She held the baby girl on her hip, cooing to her as she made her way toward the kitchen. “Thanks again, you know not a lot of people would return a wallet in this city.” Bucky seated himself at the round kitchen table, content to watch her. She was quite the chatterbox, but he didn’t really mind. It was better than the yawning chasm of terrible memories that usually occupied his thoughts. Even her speaking voice was beautiful, bright like birdsong.
She looked good with the baby on her hip, and she moved through the kitchen one handed as though she was used to it—though he supposed she was. She was curvy, a small waist, ample hips. Bucky scented her again, his eyes dropping to half mast with pleasure. She was still breast-feeding, he could smell it. His cock twitched a little in his pants.
“Milk, sugar?” She asked, and Bucky’s head snapped up. “For your coffee.”
“Both. Please,” He added, doing his best to smile charmingly. “How old is she?” At his question, she smiled down at the baby as she pushed the fridge closed with her other hip.
“She’s six months! Just two weeks ago, isn’t that right sweet girl?” She set the milk down on the table and tapped the gurgling baby on the nose. Bucky knew this, of course—he’d seen the pictures on facebook anyway. She sat across from him, bouncing the baby on her knee. A look of surprise crossed her face, followed by embarrassment, and she shook her head. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t even ask you your name.”
“B—James. My name is James.” He wasn’t sure why he made the distinction—everyone else called him Bucky.
Maybe she’s not everyone else. She’s my girl.
“Nice to meet you James.”
Bucky finished his coffee, occasionally prodding her with a question or two. She was a font of personal information, and all he had to do was point her in the right direction. Jason ran into the living room and hid under the table, bringing a few toys with him.
“Oh, no, I’m sorry. Jay, baby—” She moved to grab him, but Bucky stopped her, smiling.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” He grinned down at the boy, who was busily making explosion noises, mimicking the fights he’d seen on television with his action figures. Boy like that needs a father.
Two cups of coffee and tub and tuck in later, Bucky was standing in her doorway, rubbing the back of his neck. It was intoxicating being surrounded by her scent, and watching her putter around the house, chasing after the children sparked something in him. Protectiveness? Desire? Both?
“Thanks again for my wallet, James.” she sighed, bouncing nervously on the tips of her toes. “I think you may have restored just a little of my faith in humanity.” She joked.
“No, the pleasure was all mine,” He said seriously. Bucky was suddenly struck by the urge to kiss her hand, but he stamped it down. Folks didn’t do that anymore.
Bucky stood outside her building, and waited for all the lights to go off, just watching.
“Where’ve you been, Manchurian?” Tony asked mockingly, though Bucky was unaffected by his tone. “Haven’t seen you around lately.”
It was true—Bucky had been spending most of his time making sure his girl was straight. Following her to and from her jobs, some of which were in seedier parts of town than others, making sure she picked up the kids okay, and watching her babysitter to make sure she didn’t do anything untoward with them either.
Just in case.
It had been keeping him pretty busy, but he much preferred it to sitting around the tower, waiting to be sent on missions. Tony sat down beside him on the couch in the lounge, and Bucky grimaced.
Tony smirked, elbowing him as he grinned smugly. “Busy? With who? Oh my God, is our little boy dating?” He asked with faux excitement. Bucky’s cheeks turned pink, and Tony laughed out loud, pointing. “Oh shit, you are!” Bucky groaned, dragging a frustrated hand down his face. He took pleasure, however, at the sight of the other occupants irritated faces. Natasha ignored him, flipping a page in her magazine with a sharp “snap”.
That night when he left the compound, Bucky headed for Queens. She was performing at some club, and as he exited the train station, he frowned. He didn’t like the neighborhood. I don’t want her here. There were men drinking on a nearby stoop, who all whistled drunkenly at any woman who passed by. He grimaced at the thought of them calling to her, making her uncomfortable… He clenched his fists and shouldered past them, heading for the venue.
The show went well, better than he’d expected given the neighborhood. He was even happier that he’d decided to come and watch—she bore no mating mark, carried no scent other than her own. Walking back to the train, late at night, alone… it was a recipe for disaster. After her show, Bucky stuck to the shadows, edging around the club until she exited. It was late, later than usual when he followed her home. As before, the men were still drinking near the club. There were more of them now, four by his count.
His girl was smart—she knew her way around the city, knew to keep an eye on her surroundings. He saw her posture tense before she stuffed her hands into her jacket pocket, shouldering her large purse as she kept her eyes straight ahead. There was no way for her to avoid a bunch of drunk, horny males, however smart she was. No way to avoid their lustful glances, and deep inhalations, hoping to catch a whiff of her scent.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, watching as they peeled themselves off of the stoop one by one, jostling each other as they called at her.
“Baby! You lonely?” One of them asked, laughing. She remained silent, her pace increasing as she glanced over her shoulder to see them following after her. They were all young males at that, certainly younger than him. The four of them picked up the pace, still hooting and calling at her as she approached the train station. No baby. Don’t go down there, you’ll corner yourself. Bucky thought to himself, watching as she did exactly that, fleeing down the stairs into the well lit station; which this late at night, would be empty.
The men elbowed each other excitedly before beginning to follow her down. Bucky caught the last one by the arm, not waiting for him to complain before tightening his grip, the metal of his hand heating. He felt a satisfying crack as the bones snapped easily, and the young man cried out in pain and surprise, crumpling to the ground.
He didn’t argue.
Bucky continued into the station, and the three of them had surrounded her, practically slavering at the jaws. The drunkest of the three still held a bottle in a paper bag, taking a swig before offering it to her. She frowned and pushed his hand away roughly.
“I said I’m not fucking interested!” She yelled, attempting to push her way past them. She wasn’t strong enough, and they laughed.
“I like her,” Said one of the others, leaning forward to scent her. “Smells good, too…” It was then that her eyes lit on him behind them, and Bucky knew then that he would fight a million, million men just to see her eyes light up with relief and gratitude the way they did just then. They turned to follow her gaze, and frowned at him. One of them snarled, pointing an accusatory finger.
“Get the fuck out of her, before we fuck you up!” Bucky wanted to laugh—they couldn’t hurt him. But they could hurt her.
“James!” Came her soft voice, and Bucky knew he would do fucking anything to hear it again—though perhaps under different circumstances.
“Get away from her.” He said simply, fixing them with a glare. “I won’t ask twice.” They sneered at him, still posturing. “Move.” One of them shoved her aside to lunge at him, and Bucky saw red, catching the telegraphed punch in his metal hand, crushing the bones easily. As the man screamed in pain, Bucky brought his other hand down on his elbow, breaking that too. He dropped him to the ground as the other two watched fearfully. “Next?”
They fled, dragging their friend up the opposite stairs. They left a trail of curses and empty threats behind them, but Bucky wasn’t listening to that as he crossed the platform to pull her into his arms. She was shaking, and murmuring “Oh my god” over and over again, even as he pressed her into his chest. It felt so right. He heard her sniffle, and realized she was crying. Bucky tilted her chin up with one finger, and wiped at the salty tear that was making its way down her cheek.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and she shook her head.
“I thought they… Oh god. I’m so glad…. Thank you, James.” She rambled, her trembling resuming. She threw her arms gratefully around his shoulders, and Bucky caught her, unable to stop the possessive squeeze he gave her in return. “You’re amazing.” She breathed, and he felt his knees go just a little weak at her breathy, soft voice. “Amazing,” She repeated, pulling away to look at his face. Her cheeks heated, and he almost smirked at the uptick in her smoky sweet scent before releasing her.
“I’ll take you home.”
He rode the subway with her back to Brooklyn, and this time when he dropped her off on the steps of her building, Bucky took down her number too. “Stay safe.” My girl.
“James? I didn’t know you had a dog,” She said, smiling at him as he approached. Not until a week ago, I didn’t. Bucky thought to himself, waving at her. It was a beautiful day out, just like it had been all week. Bucky had been at a loss—following her to and from shows, watching her—it wasn’t enough anymore. He needed contact, wanted to get closer. He’d thought he could be satisfied on the periphery of her life, but he knew now that wasn’t true. She’d invited him over for dinner to thank him for the other night, and it had been harder than ever to leave after that.
“This is Buddy,” Bucky replied, leading the retriever over. Jay ran over excitedly, bouncing on his toes, reaching through the fence.
“I can pet him, momma?” She smiled nervously at Bucky.
“Is he friendly?”
“Of course!” Bucky had made sure to get a family dog, one who was used to and loved children—he’d specified that at the shelter. The dog licked Jay’s hands, making loud snuffling noises as he searched for treats. Bucky wasn’t really much of a pet person, but the park nearest her house had a dog run, and dogs were much easier to come by than children. The unease on her face relaxed—she was just being careful. Bucky beamed inwardly—she was such a good mother.
He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted everything—it was practically providence. A family, ready-made for him to step into. He’d never thought he could ever have that, but here it was within his grasp.
He just had to reach out and take it.
Jay unhooked the fence separating them from the dog run, and began eagerly petting Buddy, who rolled over onto his back for optimal pets. Bucky produced a ball and a bag of treats from the pocket of his jeans, giving them to Jay. “You can play with him, he likes fetch.” The little boy’s eyes widened as he gripped the ball excitedly, running off to do just that.
She laughed, leaning against the fence as she watched. Her daughter was in a stroller, and when Bucky peeked in, she was sleeping, her little fists resting tiredly against her chubby cheeks. “He likes you. Jay, I mean,” She clarified hurriedly.
“Oh?” Bucky asked, settling himself against the fence next to her. Her cheeks colored, and she wrapped a curly strand of hair nervously around her finger.
“Y-yeah. I mean, I don’t have a lot of men around so… I think he’s just excited to be around you.” Bucky smiled softly, though the wheels in his head were quickly turning. She didn’t date much—he knew that already. She’d never even been on one in the time he’d known her. What Bucky wanted to know now was where the children’s father was, if he had to worry about him coming back; trying to take what belonged to Bucky.
“No? I mean where’s—if you don’t mind me asking—”
“Where’s their dad?” She asked, letting out a huff of frustrated air. She looked embarrassedly down at the ground, kicking at it with her sneaker. “He’s not in the picture anymore…” She trailed off, and for once, Bucky had to needle her for information.
“I mean… maybe I’m kind of old fashioned, but I can’t imagine leaving two kids like that.” He shook his head and frowned, peeking at her out of the corner of his eye to see if she’d taken the bait. She furrowed her brows, an upset expression crossing her pretty face. She had.
“I left him.” She said, her tone icy. Bucky cocked his head, and schooled his face into one of concern. “He, um… He wasn’t a good father. I was afraid he was going to hurt the kids.” Ah. Bucky suddenly understood. He could fill in the blanks well enough without her saying too much more—abusive. He could feel the thin metal of the gate bend in his grip as he clenched his fists angrily. Suddenly he wanted to know more about this man. Maybe where he lived…
“Good for you. You deserve so much more than that,” Bucky said sincerely, threading his fingers through hers as they watched her son play. God there was nothing he wanted more than this, every day. The children were still young enough that they would unequivocally see him as their father. That was wonderful enough, but the thought of getting her pregnant, seeing her swell up with their child, that was enough to bring a dreamy expression to his usually serious face.
Jay came running back over with the ball, which was wet and slobbery from being in Buddy’s mouth, and dropped it into Bucky’s hand. “I love him!” He declared decisively, pointing back at the dog. She laughed a little sadly.
“Do you, baby? Well I’m sure James will let you play with him whenever you want,” She offered placatingly, as though she knew what was coming. He began to pout, stomping his little foot impatiently in the grass. Bucky wanted to laugh. They could play all day when he finally moved them in with him—he’d already decided that much, putting money down on a larger living space outside the tower. Steve had looked at him nervously, but said nothing as Bucky had packed his meager possessions. Isn’t this what they wanted? For him to live his own life again?
The brownstone he’d bought was beautiful, with a backyard, close to Prospect park—she would love it, he knew she would.
“I don’t wanna go, momma,” he complained, crossing his arms petulantly when she called to him. Bucky dropped to a squat in front of him, grasping one of his shoulders gently.
“Hey, little man. You gotta listen to your mom, okay? We’ll play another time.” He said sternly. Jay’s lower lip began to tremble, but he nodded. She regarded him with a grateful expression.
“He’s been after me for a dog for a month now,” She whispered conspiratorially when he approached the gate again. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure,” Bucky replied, smiling charmingly at her. “Listen, I know we keep kind of running into each other,” He began, playing up his nervousness. “But I was hoping to do it on purpose one of these days. Let me take you out for dinner, or something.” There was a note of hopefulness in his voice, eagerness even. He felt like he’d been waiting so long, he didn’t want to wait any longer. His family needed him, even if they didn’t know they were his yet. He saw many emotions cross her face, anxiety most of all.
No. No. Say yes. You’re supposed to say yes.
“I… I like you, James, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a serious relationship right now…” She brushed her hair nervously behind her ear. “It’s still sort of… fresh,” She said apologetically. “But you’re a very good friend, and I’m so happy to have met you.” He wanted to scream at her attempt at a consolation prize. She just didn’t know how good they could be together, how good they would be together.
“I understand.” Bucky replied, though he didn’t. “Take care.”
He watched her go with barely restrained anger. She was perfect for him, didn’t she see it? Even her kids liked him. He’d never raise a hand to her in anger, not ever —and then it clicked in his brain. That’s all it was—she was scared. It was an irrational fear; Bucky didn’t need to meet the man who’d caused it to know he was nothing like him.
He was nothing like anyone.
He took Buddy home, letting him loose in the yard before storming into the mostly empty house. His bedroom was just as threadbare, save for the computer and desk in the corner. Bucky made a beeline for it, throwing himself into the chair and ripping through the drawers.
“Where is it…” he muttered frustratedly, rifling through them until his hand closed around the scrap of lace he’d stolen from her apartment the second time he was there. Bucky groaned, burying his nose in it as he quickly grew hard within the confines of his pants. Bucky imagined running his tongue up her slit—he was a generous lover, she would see that. God, he wanted to make her scream. He wanted to make her feel like the goddess she was, and when he sank her down onto his cock, she would shine just for him and him alone.
Bucky made short work of his zipper, tugging them and his underwear down his hips until the bulk of his cock sprang free. He was already leaking, thick drops of precum gathering on the tip as it throbbed hotly. He wanted her so much—and he knew she wanted him, too. Could smell it whenever she got close. He knew she was just trying to be a good mother, but fuck if it wasn’t frustrating for him. He fisted his cock fiercely, pumping it as he used his thumb to spread the thick precum down his shaft.
She was still breast-feeding too…fuck. Bucky imagined sucking her swollen nipples into his mouth, soothing them from the roughness of the baby. He bet her milk was sweet… why wouldn’t it be? Her scent was. Everything about her was sweet. He wondered if she would ride him and let him watch as he slowly split her open on his cock, or if she would let him fuck her from behind so he could watch her ample ass… So many possibilities.
He wrapped the lacy panties around his cock, groaning loudly at the feel of the soft lace against his heated, sensitive skin. When he finally had her, he decided, she would always be full of his cum, leaking out and soaking her panties, her clothes… that that was what sent him over the edge, cursing as his cum pumped thickly through his fingers and dripped down onto the bare floor. He stayed that way for a few minutes before he moved to clean himself up, sighing.
He’d ruined her panties, but that was okay.
He knew where he could get more—her locks were easy enough to pick.
The red circle with the ‘x’ in it on her calendar had stumped him for a week before he ran into her at the park again. Bucky inhaled her scent deeply, greedily into his lungs, his cock hardening instantly at the foreign yet familiar smell of her heat building. She was jogging with the stroller, and Jay rode his tricycle beside her. He saw her first, and was glad he’d brought Buddy along to distract her son.
“Hey!” She greeted him enthusiastically, grinning as she slowed down. It was warm today, and sweat shone on the exposed skin of her back and arms. She bent over to rest her hands on her knees, panting. “Hot today, huh?” Bucky nodded, angling himself to catch another intoxicating whiff of her heady scent. He had a week—perhaps less.
“Figured I’d get this guy out of the house for some sun,” he said, gesturing to Buddy who was laying tiredly on the sidewalk, apparently fed up with the heat himself. She laughed.
“Yeah, I’m feel you. I figured I’d try and work off some of this baby weight,” She said, poking her own stomach with a frown. Bucky wanted to tell her how perfect she was, but he held it in, his eyes raking appreciatively over her form instead.
“Any cool plans for the weekend?” He asked nonchalantly, and she rubbed the back of her neck.
“Actually, my parents are taking the kids for the weekend, taking them to the beach and stuff.” She didn’t know it, but she’d just handed him everything he ever wanted. Bucky fought to contain his excitement. “I’m heading upstate to… take care of some things. It’s all pretty boring,” She said, shaking her head. “What about you?”
“Oh, nothing special.” He lied, leaning down to scratch between Buddy’s ears. “Nothing special, thinking of taking a drive upstate myself.” He replied. She nodded.
“It’s amazing this time of year up there! So pretty, the kids love it. Maybe if the battery on my behemoth doesn’t crap out again, I’ll be able to take them up before the summer’s over.”
“Car trouble?” He asked solemnly, attempting to commiserate over a common issue. “I hate that. I’m pretty handy, I can take a look for you if you want,” He said earnestly. While normally he would want his girl driving a car in tip-top shape, Buck could feel the skeleton of a plan forming in his mind.
“Oh, that would be awesome. I’ve got to drive out to the middle of nowhere, and it would be pretty shitty if my car died. Again.”
“Momma no cussing,” Jay piped up, and she laughed.
“Sorry. Mom will put a quarter in the swear jar when we get home, okay? Promise.” Bucky laughed too, feeling positively giddy. And when he came by that night to look at her car, she left him to it. His sweet, trusting girl. He loved her so much it made his chest tight—he’d never felt that before, not once.
The tracker he’d borrowed from the tower sat easily enough just behind the engine and out of sight, while the EMP bead he’d also borrowed from Shuri’s lab molded to the top of the engine block nicely. He had a feeling she didn’t look under the hood too often, and she wouldn’t recognize the newbit of metal as foreign.
Bucky took her keys upstairs, knocking gently on the door before entering. She answered with the baby in her arms, and a finger at her lips as she invited him in. Bucky scented her as soon as her back was turned, suppressing a quiet moan. He was right—she was going into heat. Fuck.
His cock hardened a little in his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably. “You should be all ready for the trip on—what? Friday? Saturday?” He asked nonchalantly as she exited the kids’ room, closing the door behind her.
“Friday morning—hopefully. I’ve got like a million things to do before then, so…” She gestured around the apartment tiredly.
“Well if you need anything…” Bucky trailed off. She smiled at him, and Bucky felt his face go hot.
“Oh sure. You’ll be the first one I call.”
To be continued...
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based of this anon. I decided to make this a/b/o dynamic, I’ve been binge reading other stucky fanfics and dear lord i’m in love with the whole concept.
Paring: alpha!stucky x omega!reader
Rating: a little angst, lot’s of fluff :)
Summary: Bucky and Steve are having a rough day, but you’re always there to make it better.
Everytime you made your rounds around the compound, Steve and Bucky were either sulking in the corning, hitting the punching bags, or locking themselves in their rooms. As one of the only omegas in the compiund, you always felt the responsibility of making everyone feel better. Escpecially if it was your favorite pair of alphas.
You weren’t claimed by anyone, but you wished you were. When you met Steve, you could feel the bond immedietly, you could sense his sadness, the weight on his shoulders. You vowed that, even know he’s never claimed you, you would act as his omega, take care of him, make sure he ate anf got sleep. And then you met Bucky. He didn’t let you in right away. You always had quiet conversations while you made him coffee. Or making sure he was okay after a mission. Overal, you showed him the kindness and loved he’d been missing over the years, and you made sure he knew he was worthy of it all. The bond between you and Bucky wasn’t immediate, but grew overtime. You felt the same fuzzy, warm, safe feeling you felt with Steve, you just hoped they both felt it too.
They both had a bad habit of putting the past, present, and future on their shoulders. Steve, he-he loved being Captain America- he loved saving lifes. Sometimes it was hard to maintain a happy image when you didn’t feel it inside. Or when, you save a whole city of people, but made more distruction in the process, didn’t feel very “hero” to him.
You walked around until you found him. He sat, perched by a window, watching the world go by. Books were sat out in front of him, untouched. “Steve?” You said cautiously, careful not to startled him. He whipped his head up towards you and gave you a sad smile.
“Hi m’ega” his Brooklynn accent came out. You walked over to him, and crouched down so you were level with his knees. You grabbed his hands and whispered, “Hi alpha” You brought his hands up to your lips, and gave his knuckles a soft kiss. He took his hand out and slipped it onto your cheek. You leaned into his embrace, trying to bring him some comfort.
An idea popped into your head, “come on alpha” you said before you tugged Steve up and led him to your room.
The minute Steve walked in he was hit with your scent. Allyour omega phermones, oranges, coffee, and lavender. he’s always smelled your scent but, why did it suddenly smell so good? Why did he want to suddenly tuck you away from the world and hold you close?
You led Steve to the bed, and handed him the remote to the TV. “Here, pick a movie, get comfy, and I’ll be right back, k?” He simply nodded and watched you walk out the door.
LIke you said, they both had issues. Bucky was just-a little more complicated. H eloved Steve, he really did, he was his famiy but uh- he never told him everything. He didn’t want to burden Steve with his shit, when he knew Steve was already struggling with his own.
You knew that Bucky struggled with his past and was plagued with nightmares. Thats why he always kept everyone at a distance. He was constantly reminded of his past self, the killing, the distruction- everything. He never slept, he never spoke, he just went on missions and prayed, that he wouldn’t loose control. He wanted all your comfort, you could sense it, he wanted to feel the love that constantly radiated from you. But always kept you at arms length. He alwasy felt like your alpha, always keep an eye on you, making sure you were never put in harms way. He longed to be your alpha but, he thought you were in love with Steve.
When you found Bucky, he was laying on the living room floor, facing the away from everyone. That was odd?
“Bubba? What’re you doing?” You asked gently. You always spoke to Bucky in a calm tone, knowing it put him at ease.
“Just thinkin.” He said with a shrug. “What’re you doing omega?” He questioned as he watched you move so you payed next to him, a arm draped over his torso. He snuggled into your neck, as he pulled you into his body. This was new contact for you both, but you were glad he felt relaxed enough to let you.
“Alpha? C’mon, get up” The alpha only hummed in content. Bucky stayed put and inhaled your scent. ￼ Unbeknown to you, he always found your scent calming, every chance he got he tried to scent you.
“Hey, c’mon bubs, you gotta get up” He groaned.
“But mega why-“ God, he was stubborn
“Just- get up please” He pulled his head away from your neck and he saw you peering at him with those big, y/e/c, puppy dog eyes. How could he resist?
“Alright mega, you win” you smiled at his annoyance.
Once again, you led the alpha straight to your room. When you walked in, Steve wasn’t surprised to see Bucky, but Bucky was surprised. He didn’t understand what was happening, he was to distracting but your scent. How everything in the room smelled of you. He wanted to stay here and put his scent every where so every time you walked in, you smelled the scents mixed together.
You pulled back the covers and gestured for Bucky to sit next to you. Steve was on the other side, ready to push play on the movie. You all lay awkwardly on the bed, not knowing if you should get close, or keep your distance. Thoughts were broken when Bucky spoke up,
“Doll-“ he gulped, “why am I here? I mean clearly you wanted to hang out with Steve and I’m clearly ruin-“you quickly cut him off.
“No that’s not at all the case Buck. I- listen-“ you looked at both the alpha as before you spoke.
“I feel this pull towards the both of you. The urge to constantly take care of you, comfort you, be your omega. an-and I don’t know if you feel it but- I do. It’s like this fuzzy feeling, and in the back of my mind my omega is screaming to take care of you-nest and i-“
You were out of words. You could feel their eyes in you. “Y/N? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You looked to Steve with a small smile, while tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. “I was hoping you would come to the conclusion yourself. Hoping you could feel the same things I felt. “ you said as you looked down to your lap.
You felt two sets grab yours. “I brought you both here because, I knew you both had the weight of the world on you, and I know my words can only go so far so I thought, I thought maybe we could- I don’t know- I mean, only if you want to-“
Before you could ramble any further, Bucky pulled you down so you laid flat on the bed. Steve head rested on top of yours, while his arm settled above your chest while he purred. Bucky’s head laid on your stomach while his hands went around your waist. All of you were purring, trying to soothe each other. You made sure to let more of your scent go, seeing both alphas physically relax, shoulders slumping, jaws relaxing. That’s all you wanted, to help your alphas be at peace.
“G’night mega, love you” Bucky’s voice rang out.
“thank you omega, we love you” then there was Steve.
you felt tears stream down your face. Relief flooding through your body that your alphas felt the same. Now, you could take care of them, take some weight off there shoulders, as their omega.
“night alphas, I love you”
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It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 5
Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!
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“Dr. Banner, the omega patient is awake.”
“Thanks, FRIDAY,” Bruce called as he rushed down to the lab. “Let Rogers and Barnes know, will you?”
“Yes, Dr. Banner.”
He hurried out of his apartment, scurrying into the elevator and tapping his foot impatiently. He hadn’t gotten any alerts overnight, which meant that the omega, or Ten, or whoever she was, hadn’t had any medical emergencies, and that was a very, very good sign. The last thing he wanted was to suddenly have a touch-and-go situation on his hands. Even though Tony always ensured the labs got the most up to date equipment and it was often way more sophisticated than what normal hospitals had, they were rarely ever dealing with normal people, and an omega super soldier who had just come out of a forty year cryo sleep was bound to have some issues.
It seemed that she was doing relatively okay, though, and that made Bruce happy.
“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes would like me to inform you that they’ll meet you at the medical lab, Dr. Banner.” FRIDAY’s voice sounded over the intercom.
“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Bruce said.
As soon as the elevator reached his floor, he was practically running down the hall. Steve and Bucky were already waiting outside the door, chests heaving slightly, suggesting that they had decided to forego the elevator and simply sprint down the emergency stairs instead.
Alphas. Bruce thought to himself.
“Glad to see you got here so quickly.” he said, almost sarcastically.
“Just eager, Banner,” Steve said with a nod. “FRIDAY said she was awake.”
“Apparently.” Bruce stepped towards the door and the two alphas moved to follow him.
Well, that wouldn’t do at all, would it? Ten didn’t need to be overwhelmed by super soldiers only minutes after waking up.
“Hang on, hold your horses,” Bruce said, turning to face them. “We should take it slow. She’s in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar time. I’m sure you can both appreciate how overwhelming that can be.”
They glanced at each other sheepishly.
“Let me go talk to her first. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Bucky’s chest began rumbling with a low growl, but after a sharp elbow from Steve, he gave a reluctant nod. Bruce eyed him warily, but turned and disappeared through the sliding glass doors anyway.
“The omega’s vitals are all normal, Dr. Banner.” One of his assistants, a beta woman, said as she strode past him.
He grabbed his lab coat off its hook, shrugging it on. “Is she talking?”
“A bit.” The assistant smiled mischievously. “She’s got a list of demands.”
“I—what?” Bruce asked.
“Go see for yourself.”
He gave her a bewildered look before heading back towards Ten’s bed. She was sitting there, the IV still stuck in the back of her hand while she sucked down a little juice box.
“HYDRA doesn’t give us these, you know.” She said when she saw him. Her voice was still tired, but she was significantly more awake than the last time he had seen her.
Bruce stood at the foot of her bed, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Well, good thing we aren’t HYDRA. I’ve got a whole crate full of those for you.”
She raised an eyebrow weakly. “Just for me?”
“Well, right now they are.”
She seemed to deem that an acceptable answer and returned her lips to the little plastic straw. “I want more. And I want real food.”
Bruce chuckled. “Alright, I can arrange for that, as long as your body can handle it.”
“I want a real bed, too.”
“One step at a time, Ten.”
“I was hoping we could talk more today.” Bruce said. “Would that be alright?”
The omega nodded after a moment of thought, and Bruce continued.
“Do you remember where we are?”
“New York.” She answered. “But not Brooklyn.”
“Right. Manhattan. We’re in Stark Tower.”
“Howard Stark?” She asked.
“His son, actually. Tony Stark is head of the company now.” Bruce said. “Do you remember who I am?”
“You’re Dr. Banner.” She answered, giving the air a sniff. “You’re an omega.”
“That I am. Do you remember the alphas who rescued you?”
She perked up slightly. “Alpha?”
“Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff found you and brought you back here. I’ve been keeping an eye on you since then.”
“How long has it been?” She grimaced slightly.
“Just a day. You slept through the night.” He glanced at a nearby screen. “Seems like you got some much needed rest, too. You’re recovering even quicker than I expected.”
“Why do I feel so awful?” She tried to sit up more and grunted with the effort.
“Hey, careful.” Bruce warned. “You just came out of a forty year freeze. You need some time to warm back up.”
“I’ve been in cryo plenty of times,” she grumbled. “It’s never felt this bad.”
“Are you aware that you’ve been on heat suppressants?”
“Of course.” She scoffed. “They wouldn’t let me have normal heats. Or heats at all.”
“Well, the dose was so high before you went under that now your body is trying its best to filter them all out. I have a suspicion that you won’t be feeling too great until your lymphatic system is squeaky clean again.” Bruce did his best to give her a reassuring smile. “Shouldn’t be too long, considering your condition.”
“Oh. Right.” She sighed. “That.”
This was going well. She was more talkative than Bruce thought she would be. Maybe she would do alright with Steve and Bucky coming in, after all.
“Hey, Ten,” he spoke up. “Captain Steve Rogers, one of the alphas that found you?”
“What about him?” She asked.
“He’s actually waiting outside, along with Sergeant James Barnes. They were hoping they might be able to come in and say hello.” Bruce said, a hopeful lilt to his voice. “They’re both alphas, so I thought it would be best if you made that call. Don’t want to overwhelm you.”
She narrowed her eyes. The alpha from the day before was fine, but he wasn’t hers. “...I suppose.”
Bruce started at the cold tone in her voice. She clearly wasn’t happy with the concept, but she wasn’t resisting it.
“If it’s too much, they’ll leave. You just have to say the word.” He said, trying to sound reassuring. “They were just hoping to talk with you so we can get a better idea of what you’ve been through.”
The omega’s sour expression lightened a bit. They were really trying to be helpful, weren’t they? It wouldn’t do her any good to sit there and snap and snarl and mope all because an alpha she once thought was interested in her wasn’t around. In fact, if what Banner said was true, and it really had been forty years since she was last awake, then...well, there was a good chance her alpha wasn’t even around anymore.
Forty years was a long time, and with the kind of dangerous situations he was always in, any number of things could have happened to him while she was out. The thought made her heart hurt, the color draining from her cheeks. No, no, she couldn’t think about that now. She needed to focus on what was right in front of her, focus on getting better and figuring out what to do next.
With a shuddering inhale, she forced a smile onto her face and looked at Bruce. “It’s okay. I want to see them.”
He gave her a look of uncertainty, but nodded anyway. “I’ll go grab them right now, then.”
She watched him go, her stomach twisting into knots. At least she had her juice boxes to get her through all of this,
Out in the hall, Bucky was pacing.
“Gonna wear a hole in the floor at this rate,” Steve remarked as he watched.
Bucky paused, glancing at his friend before continuing. “Can’t help it.”
“You’re awful worked up, Buck. Nerves?”
Bucky paused again. “Guess so.”
“You need to calm down,” Steve growled, stepping into his path to stop him. “If you go running in there like this, you’re going to scare her.”
Bucky raised his lip in a snarl, suddenly incredibly irritated that Steve thought it was a good idea to get in his way. “Move.”
“Get a grip,” Steve snapped. “What’s with you?”
Bucky glared and gave him a shove, continuing his movements. “Nothing is with me, Steve, I’m just—I feel perfectly fine. Better than ever, in fact, and I—” he stopped, realizing that he was, in fact, not perfectly fine or better than ever.
Steve gave him a pointed look. “See?”
“...Okay, fine.” Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just...it’s nothing. No. I’ll be fine. See? Fine.”
He had halted himself completely, but now, his hands were clenching into fists and then unclenching again, his metal fingers clinking against each other quietly.
“...If you say so.” Steve muttered.
“Just wish we could go in and see her.” Bucky said, his jaw tight. He wanted--no, needed--to know if she was the girl from his dreams.
He had barely slept the night before, kept awake by thoughts of whoever she was. The scent he had caught in the hallway was back, and it was just as faint as it had been then. It frustrated him to no end, and if it weren’t for Steve and his own determination to hold himself back, he would probably be barreling through the bulletproof doors to go figure out exactly who it belonged to.
Shit, he had to relax. He always tried so hard to be calmer than all those stupid, knotheaded alphas out there, and yet here he was about to totally lose it over an omega he had never even met before. What was with him? His ruts had always been like clockwork, ever since he first started getting them decades ago, and it seemed unlikely that he would suddenly be going into one early. Besides, he couldn’t smell any changes in his own scent that would indicate that he was getting close, and someone else would have noticed and said something if they caught a whiff of something weird.
Yeah, no they totally would. They were his friends and teammates now, and none of them, especially not Steve, would let him just suffer alone.
The doors slid open and Bucky snapped to attention. Bruce was standing there, wearing his white lab coat, looking at the two alphas from behind his glasses.
“Come on in.” he beckoned them with a nod, stepping back so that they could enter.
Steve gave Bucky a harsh look that said you’d better hold it together or else and then led the way, walking past Bruce. Bucky followed behind, falling into step not far behind Captain America as they made their way past all of Bruce’s instruments and machines. With every step, the new omega’s smell was growing stronger, and before he could stop himself, Bucky was growling.
He hung back, standing near the doorway while Steve approached the hospital bed at the end of the room. The omega was watching the captain warily, a little cardboard juice box clutched in her hand. She didn’t seem to like him very much, despite knowing that he had pulled her out of an abandoned HYDRA base and probably saved her life, and Steve was surprised to see that her lip was raised in an angry little sneer while she looked at him.
Why was everyone so snarly lately?
“How are you feeling?” He asked, trying to seem as friendly and nonthreatening as possible. He wasn’t used to omegas getting an attitude with him like that, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it.
“Fine.” She answered.
“My name is Steve Rogers,” he said, bowing his head slightly with the hope that the submissive gesture might make her feel a bit better about his presence. “I found you and got you out of cryo yesterday.”
Her responses were short and curt, and she sounded completely disinterested in what he had to say. In truth, she was angry and distracted by the familiar scent of motor oil, earth, and cloves gently wafting through the room. She knew it belonged to him, but she couldn’t see him. Maybe it was sticking to Steve.
She didn’t like that. She didn’t like that they were hiding him from her. So she bared her teeth, sharp little fangs exposed in a threat. If she had to, she would show these Avengers guys exactly why HYDRA’s files all said that she was a fighter.
It was hard to keep snarling when she was feeling so exhausted, though. Maybe after another nap she would break something and demand to see her soldier.
“Stopping HYDRA and cleaning up their remaining bases is one of our top priorities here.” He said, trying to convince her that he wasn’t the bad guy here. “I’m just hoping to talk with you, and maybe get a better idea of what you were doing in their lab.”
The omega fiddled with her juice box and then sighed, finally deciding to relent and be nice to him. Maybe she was just too tired to maintain her tough front. “It’s all still fuzzy, but I’ll try to remember whatever you want to know.”
“Great,” Steve smiled warmly at her. “How long were you with them?”
Her brow creased as she thought. “...I think they took me in...the fifties.”
Bruce’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“I can’t really remember.” She said. “It’s been so long…”
“So you remember your life before that?” Steve asked. “They didn’t wipe your memory?”
“No. Never.” She shook her head and then gave a little laugh, though she didn’t smile. “Not like they did with him.”
Back near the doorway, Bucky froze. Was she referring to him? Did she actually know who the Winter Soldier was? He didn’t even want to think about that now. He shrank back, turning his head away but remaining in the room so that he could keep listening.
And because he couldn’t stand the thought of another alpha being alone with her.
Steve cast a quick glance in Bucky’s direction. “Who?”
“Him.” She sighed sadly, looking forlorn.
Steve decided not to press further on that front yet and shifted the conversation slightly. “Can you remember where you came from?”
She stared past him, eyes losing focus as she thought. “The alps. I lived in a little village at the foot of the alps.”
Bucky turned slightly, daring to look towards her bed.
“They rounded a few omegas up. Paid our families.” Her eyes were glassy as she remembered and dared to finally think about her old home. “Then they took us all inside, and put us in a cell with the others.”
“Others?” Steve asked.
Her gaze shifted to him. “Omegas.”
“What did they do with you?” Bruce asked quietly.
“Whatever they wanted.” She gave a small shrug. “They experimented on some, I think.”
“Is that what they did with you? Is that why you were given the serum?”
She barked a laugh. “They gave me the serum to make me strong. That’s all they did with me, no other experiments. They didn’t want to risk messing me up, or else he would be mad.”
“Who?” Steve asked.
The omega got a wistful look on her face and she sighed. “Alpha.”
The sound of her voice had Bucky slowly creeping further into the room. He felt like he had heard it before, maybe in one of his dreams, even though he couldn’t actually remember it. It was sweet and soothing, the prettiest voice he had ever heard, even though she sounded so tired. It made him want to sit and listen to her talk for hours, about everything or nothing at all. He wouldn’t be picky, as long as he could be close to her.
She closed her eyes and sighed again.
“You had an alpha there?” Steve asked, eyeing the lack of bond mark on her neck. “Did they force one on you?”
“No, never forced.” She shook her head, opening her eyes again. “He liked me. And I liked him. It was my job to be there for his ruts. They gave me the serum so that I could handle them.”
Steve and Bruce glanced at each other. They were both thinking the same thing—that this all had to involve Bucky—but Steve, at least, was hoping that somehow it didn’t. Maybe there was a different brainwashed alpha that HYDRA had needed an omega for. They had tons of bases all over the globe, and they had to have more soldiers than just Bucky in their clutches.
“Well, you’re safe now,” Steve said. “No one can hurt you here.”
She could hear in his tone that he didn’t believe her when she said her alpha was good to her. He thought that she was just some stupid omega, just like the HYDRA doctors always said she was. A dumb, lovesick little girl, who had spent so long hoping the soldier liked her back that she had convinced herself that he did.
She was getting sick of being told what to think.
“He never hurt me.” She hissed, eyes narrowed and focused on Steve. “He wouldn’t.”
“I wasn’t saying that--”
“He wouldn’t!” she snapped, sitting up slightly.
Steve put his hands up in surrender, going against every instinct he had to subdue this unruly little omega. She was definitely going to be a handful, at least until they could convince her that nobody was going after her. Her scent was quickly changing, the normally pleasant cinnamon becoming burnt and angry. It wasn’t typical of an omega in distress, and it didn’t exactly give him the impression that she needed to be comforted. It felt more like she was about to attack, and he didn’t exactly want to feel how hard those teeth could bite down on his arms.
Behind him, Steve could hear a quiet growl, and he turned to see that Bucky was standing in the middle of the room. Great. Just what he needed. More tension.
“Back off, Buck,” he warned, turning to face his friend.
Bucky ignored him, of course, stalking forward with his nostrils flared to take in the omega’s scent. He needed to finally figure out who she was, and why she was having so much of an effect on him. That meant he needed to get Steve out of the way, though.
“Buck, I mean it,” Steve warned.
“Move, Rogers.” Bucky snarled, approaching his friend.
Buce was quickly backing out of the way, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. This wasn’t how he had hoped things would go at all.
With Bruce and Steve both out of the way, the omega in the hospital bed could finally see the third man in the room. She dropped her little juice box, fully sitting up as she took in the sight of him, her big, grumbly soldier, who smelled so good and had such a tight grip on her heart.
As he snarled in Steve’s face, Bucky heard a sharp intake of breath and finally turned his attention to the omega. She was reaching for him, arms outstretched hopefully, and in a moment he had abandoned Steve to rush towards her. He wasn’t even fully aware of what he was doing, he just knew he needed to get to her before anyone else could. Steve tried to grab at his arm, but he was too slow, and before anyone could stop him, Bucky was at the omega’s side, looking down at her with a mix of confusion and wonder on her face.
“Alpha,” she sighed happily, reaching for his face.
He leaned down for her, and the moment her fingers touched his jaw, a loud purr began rumbling in his chest. “Omega…”
“I knew it was you,” she whispered as he crouched at her bedside. “I knew it, I knew it…”
Bucky wasn’t even sure what was going on, but he wasn’t thinking about the details. He was happy, and as he leaned forward to nudge at her throat with his nose, he could swear he felt little sparks flying around in his chest. She smelled just like she did in his dreams, like pine forests and stargazing and cinnamon desserts, and as he pressed his forehead against hers, he felt completely, unequivocally, happy.
Steve and Bruce looked at each other nervously. This wasn’t what they had expected at all, and as he watched his friend, Steve couldn’t help but worry that this would spell trouble for Bucky.
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Title: Tight Spaces
Summary: All work and no play make Bucky’s Omega a dull girl. Same universe, but not a sequel to “Cocoa”.
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Forced Breeding/Forced Impregnation, Manipulation, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Possessive Behavior, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dead dove: Do not eat
Word count: 5,882
A/N: I wrote this entire series to attempt to fulfill my unending A/B/O smut craving—it didn’t work 🥴. I hope you all enjoy it though! This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!
She’s got to be a new hire, because he’s never seen her around the office before. Her black hair is short, in a curly bob around her face, and he gets a whiff of her perfume as she walks past.
He sees her again in the cafeteria, and she’s sitting alone. He doesn’t get the feeling she’s lonely, though; she’s reading a book, her almond shaped eyes moving steadily across the page as she dips her baby carrot into a plastic container of hummus without looking. She misses, and mumbles something under her breath before moving the tupperware closer. Cute. When she leaves, he gets up from his own table and follows. Either she is oblivious or ignoring him, he isn’t sure which, but either way, she doesn’t turn, doesn’t say anything—which suits him just fine. He scents her, before his brow furrows in frustration.
He can’t smell her. He can smell her perfume, the scent of her hair products, her laundry detergent—all of that is clear as crystal. But he can’t tell if she’s Alpha, Omega, nothing. He can’t tell if she’s mated, if she’s close to heat, or just coming off of it.
He can’t tell a fucking thing.
She gets into the elevator, still reading her book as Bucky trails closely behind. He doesn’t get in with her. But he does wait to see what floor the elevator stops at—four.
“What’s on the fourth floor?” He asks Tony later, and he shrugs.
“Cubicles, I think.”
“Isn’t this your building?” Bucky says incredulously, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s patents or something.”
Bucky finishes his drink in silence, wheels turning silently in his head.
It is patents. Tony had only been guessing, but as Bucky exits the elevator into the darkened office and picks up a piece of paper from a random desk, it’s fairly obvious.
He finds her desk easily—that jasmine scent is strong here, and it helps that there are pictures of her and what Bucky assumes are her parents by the computer. She’s younger in the picture, her wild curls longer. He picks it up, examining it closer. She has braces here, and Bucky smiles. Adorable. He places the frame back down exactly where it was, before he sits down in her chair, and begins opening drawers.
The first two yield nothing but office supplies, notes, and random pieces of paper that he moves aside without examining. The third drawer, however, makes him clench his jaw, eyes narrowed.
Bucky supposes he’s something of a traditionalist. Despite his...current circumstances, he still wanted a house, a white picket fence. He wasn’t sure how Steve was coping with this time, but sometimes Bucky missed the old days. It wasn’t like it was uncommon for women to be on birth control or suppressants, but… Bucky’s lip curled as he stared down at the box.
He hadn’t pegged her for that type of girl, but here was the evidence, in black and white.
He picked the box up and opens it, shaking the blister packet out into his hand. He turns it over, squinting in the low light. The pills inside are small, round and red, and the packet itself is plain—no markings. He slips it back into the box, and in turn puts that into his pocket as he stands up, and walks away from her desk. There’s a pharmacy not far from the Stark building, and it doesn’t take but a few minutes of searching to find a similarly packaged brand of ibuprofen.
After Bucky puts the box back in her desk, he crushes the others under his heel, just to be sure.
He can smell her now—Omega. It’s light, still overpowered by the fragrance of her perfume and the chemical cocktail in the suppressants, but it’s there. He approaches her from behind, discreetly peeking down the collar of her loose blouse to check for the tell-tale sign of a mating mark, but her skin is bare.
“Can I sit here?” He asks, watching as she jumps with surprise, before flicking her eyes up to him.
“Sure.” Her tone is noncommittal. He sits, and she goes back to reading. Bucky feels the indignation well up in his chest at her obvious dismissal, but he tamps it down. He scans the spine of the book— Frankenstein.
“Good book?” He asks, enjoying the flash of irritation that crosses her face at his interruption. “Never read it myself.”
“It’s my favorite book, actually.” She says, marking the page with her finger as she picks up a carrot, and dips it into her hummus. Her voice takes on a bossy tone as she shrugs. “I think it’s a book everyone should read.” She probably doesn’t mean to sound condescending, but it’s how Bucky reads her. She snaps the book shut, and puts the lid on her tupperware. “Think I’m going to get back to work.” She says, smiling as she turns on her heel to leave.
Bucky has never been much into reading—that was always Steve’s thing. He feels frustration churning in his stomach as he watches her retreat. He dislikes her haughty tone— it makes him want to put her in her place. Bucky sees women like her all the time; powerhouses whose primary concern was their careers and how far they could take them.
He checks her desk again that night—another pill is gone. He smirks.
Bucky sits with her again the next week. This time, she’s reading Pride and Prejudice.
“Haven’t read this one either,” he says, settling himself at her table. She smirks a little at him and shrugs.
“Not surprised, honestly,” She says, laughing. Bucky tries and fails not to feel burning insult at her amusement at his expense. “Another good read.”
“You like the classics.” He says, popping a french fry into his mouth. She nods, tucking a curly strand of hair behind her ear.
“They’re classics for a reason,” she replies, shrugging again. “But I’ve gotta say, there’s definitely a special place in my heart for strong female characters fighting to get out of rigid social boxes.” Her voice takes on an air of authority as she speaks. Bucky can tell she’s read this book dozens of times.
“It’s a romance too, isn’t it?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. He can practically feel the heat rush to her face as she clears her throat.
“I mean, yes. But it’s also a heavy critique on the social culture at the time, and the expectations that people had about women and marriage.” She corrects, and Bucky chuckles. He doubts anyone has ever told her that she gets bossy when she talks about literature. Her attitude both entices and irritates him, and suddenly Bucky finds himself wondering if she’ll still be so confident choking on his cock—but she begins packing up, breaking him from his thoughts.
“I can lend you some books you know. If you’re interested, I mean. I just, I noticed you say a lot you haven’t read them, so…” She trails off awkwardly. It’s clear she’s just trying to be nice, but he can’t help but feel judged.
It’s raining as he follows her back to her apartment. She gets off the train in BedStuy, and he tails her the few blocks to her apartment. She stops in front of an old brownstone, before walking up the steps. She closes her umbrella once she’s under the awning, and takes out her keys. It’s probably unfair to use his training against a civilian like this, but he isn’t really concerned about fairness as he takes quiet steps up the stairway behind her. He waits on the landing to see which apartment she goes into—2B.
He returns the next night with a lockpick. In his day, you didn’t rely on a simple locked door to keep strangers out of your home, but she even didn’t have her deadbolt drawn. The apartment is quiet as Bucky scents the air—she lives here alone. Unlike her cubicle, the apartment practically reeks of her; the real her. A woodsy, honey smell that had Bucky groaning as he presses his face to her scarf, hanging on a hook by the door.
So fucking good.
It’s late, past midnight, and all the rooms are dark, but Bucky takes his time anyway, thoroughly scoping out one before moving to the other. On her kitchen table is a pile of books—Moby Dick, Pride and Prejudice, Frankenstein, all novels he’d told her he hadn’t read. His chest swells. She’d thought about him.
He makes his way to her bedroom, where she’s curled in the center of her large bed, fast asleep. He inhales her sleepy scent into his lungs, watching the rise and fall of her chest. Bucky supposes he should consider himself lucky. If his driven little Omega wasn’t so focused on her career, she’d probably have been mated a long time ago.
She’s beautiful, laying there with the city lights streaming in through her window and framing her delicate face. Bucky knows why women like her take suppressants—don’t want to deal with going into heat, the distractions from their jobs and social lives. It also helped them not conceive in the event of an early or unexpected heat.
The thought makes Bucky’s fists clench against his sides. He didn’t want to think about anyone other than himself knotting inside her. He leans down to brush his lips against her forehead. She doesn’t wake, but she scrunches her nose up and whines, before turning over fitfully in her sleep.
“Did you like it?” She asks when he sits down at her table again.
“It was interesting.” It was easy to see why she liked it—plucky, sassy main character defying social norms and marrying for love. It was a chore to read, and Bucky hates Elizabeth’s contemptuous attitude. He can see how this book helped form the Omega before him, though, so he swallows most of his distaste.
She can see it anyway. “Oh.” She looks disappointed. “Well, it’s not for everyone, I guess.”
“I guess I just don’t understand,” Bucky drawls. “Elizabeth fights Darcy so hard, only to end up being his in the end.” He sees her bristle at his summation, and he relishes it.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say she’s his in the end,” She replies, rolling her eyes. Bucky makes a note to punish her for it later. “But it’s more about… equity, in a relationship. Giving people the ability to choose. I mean, in my opinion.” She says hastily. Bucky is only half listening as his eyes wander down the neckline of her blouse to trace the swell of her breasts. It’s silly, really, for her to be so concerned with choice, considering he doesn’t intend on giving her many in the future, but it’s better she’s unaware of that tidbit just yet.
She’ll be far too busy with their pups, their home, their needs. He’ll allow her to work, of course, but… the hours she was pulling will be much reduced.
Bucky thinks that might be why he wants her so bad; he just wants to show her how beautiful and thoughtless her life could be with him. No more deadlines, no more paperwork or board meetings. Just him.
He knows she thinks she can’t be satisfied with that, but Bucky knows better.
The little girl is crying, snot and tears dripping down her chubby cheeks. Bucky has always had a soft spot for kids—he’s good with them. They usually like him, even if they think his other arm is a bit weird.
There’s a tour going on of the labs on the lower floor, part of some outreach program Tony’s participating in. He approaches the girl and pats her head. “You’re lost?” He asks, squatting down in front of her. She nods, hiccoughing as more tears leak out of her big blue eyes.
Bucky isn’t one to squander an opportunity. His Omega is in the cafeteria, he can smell her from the entrance. Looks like the suppressants are finally wearing off. He grins at the thought.
“Do you know how to get down to the labs?” He asks, leading the little girl by the hand as he approaches her table. “I think the tour is missing this little pup.” He ruffles her hair, and though she’s still teary eyed, the girl giggles.
She looks back and forth between them for a moment, and he can almost see the wheels turning in her little head. “Sure thing.” She kneels in front of the girl and smiles.
“Are you lost, sweetheart?”
“I had to go pee but when I came out of the bathroom, the whole class was gone.” She says, wiping her eyes with the back of one chubby hand.
“Well don’t be scared, okay? We’re going to get you right back to them, don’t worry.” She takes the little girl by the hand, and looks up at Bucky. “The labs?”
He nods. He watches them walk through the offices, his Omega answering every question with patience, a small smile on her lips. He can’t help but imagine her all swollen with his seed. The little girl stops at a water fountain, and she lifts her just enough so she can take a few sips.
Bucky groans quietly at the sight of it—it doesn’t help that her fitted black pants accentuate her every curve.
When they arrive at the lab, the teacher is relieved.
“Oh thank god. Marisol why weren’t you with your buddy?”
As they walk back to the cafeteria, Bucky breaks the silence.
“You’ll be a good mom,” he says matter of factly. She laughs and waves him off as though she disagrees. But he’s more sure than ever now.
“Yeah, you think so?”
“I know so.”
Bucky checks her desk drawer again a few weeks later. He’s almost surprised she hasn’t noticed he’s replaced all her suppressants, but then again, she was a busy woman.
The air in her cubicle is ripe with her scent. Bucky unabashedly presses his face to the cushion of her seat, inhaling deeply as he moans. Fucking finally. Her scent carries a spicy, musky undertone that he immediately and easily identifies as his cock hardens to full mast in his pants. He seats himself heavily in her chair and pulls himself out.
The tip of his cock is already leaking when he frees himself, and as he strokes, he thinks about her. Thinks about how tight her pussy will be around his knot, how fucking hard he’s going to cum, how he’s going to fill her up again and again and keep his bitch pregnant until she understands he owns her—and then he’s cumming so hard his vision goes white.
He stays like that for a few moments, his legs still shaking as he breathes her in through his nostrils. When Bucky finally gets up, he cleans his cum from her desk with one large hand, and deposits it onto the seat of her office chair, rubbing it into the fabric until it disappears. Bucky may be many things, but he isn’t stupid.
He knows that her unconscious animal brain will easily pick out the pheromones he’s purposefully leaving behind. He almost gets hard again as he imagines her squirming in this very seat as she inhales his pheromones, her pussy soaking through her panties—and her not having the foggiest idea why.
Bucky pushes the chair back into the desk, and leaves for the night.
“Are you alright?” He asks her the next morning, concern dripping from his voice and painted onto his handsome features. It’s only a formality—he knows she’s not. His poor Omega looks exhausted, her bright eyes lidded and hazy. She yawns in response.
“Oh me? I’m—I’m fine. I’m just not sleeping too good lately.” She says, rubbing her temples. He clucks his tongue sympathetically. “Maybe I’m coming down with something.”
“Maybe.” He purrs, sitting down across from her. She doesn’t have a book today—in fact, she doesn’t even have any food with her. Bucky eyes this distastefully. “Not eating?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to throw it all up,” she replies, an air of exasperation in her tone. Bucky enjoys needling her.
“Feel better soon.”
His opportunity comes a full week later.
He waits until exactly twenty past six—such a tireless worker, his determined little Omega, staying far past quitting time to ensure her job is done right. So Bucky stays too, and when she gets into the elevator to head down to the ground floor, he’s already inside.
“Oh hey. I thought you normally left before me,” She says casually as she enters, hitting the close door button.
“I had to take care of some business.” He replies, grinning at her. She doesn’t catch him jabbing his metal thumb into the emergency stop button, jamming it. The elevator lurches to a grinding halt, and he catches her easily as she’s thrown into him.
He scents her fear, and in that tiny space it’s fucking intoxicating. “What-what’s going on? Did we just stop?” She looks around wildly before turning her gaze on him.
Bucky makes a show of pressing several buttons, growling in frustration when the elevator doesn’t move. There’s an emergency call button, and Bucky pushes it, knowing it will ring in the empty security room. The guards are all out on rounds, and it will be hours before they see the red call light.
She panics, pulling at the closed doors as Bucky steps up behind her. “It’s okay, babe. It’s fine. They’re going to see the light and come help us, okay?” He turns her to face him, grasping his shoulders. She nods.
“Yeah. Yeah okay.” She leans back against the wall and slides down it until she’s sitting. “I just hope we’re not in here too long…”
“I’m sure they’re coming soon.” He says, knowing full well that they will be undisturbed for hours. “We should just relax and sit tight.” He sits next to her, his mouth practically watering. She smells sinfully good, and as she winces and hugs her knees, he knows she’s cramping too. Bucky scoots imperceptibly closer, watching as her breathing picks up. She’s been practically marinating in her own juices for days because of him, and though her mind is unaware of this fact, her body knows it; pushing closer to her Alpha, trying to alleviate some of her symptoms.
An hour goes by like this, and now she’s sweating, a thin, glossy sheen coating her face and the exposed skin of her throat. She wipes her brow irritatedly. “It’s so hot in here,” she complains, popping one of the buttons on her blouse. Bucky licks his lips.
“Is it?” He asks innocently, raising an eyebrow at her.
Next she takes off her shoes, kicking her pumps off into the corner. Bucky plays along, swiping at his dry forehead and stripping off his t-shirt. He sees her sneak a peek at him, licking her lips before shaking her head.
“You alright?” He asks, knowing that she isn’t.
She shakes her head. “N-no. I feel… I’m hurting,” she says miserably, drawing her knees up to her chest. He reaches over to stroke her head.
“Are you sick?”
“I… I thought I was.” She says slowly, and he can see her physically resisting the urge to rest her head against his hand. “But I think… I think maybe they messed my suppressants up at the pharmacy.” Her voice is quiet, scared. This is the moment Bucky has been waiting for, and he brings his palm to her cheek. She nuzzles into it before her eyes pop open, and she pushes him away. He tries to ignore the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth.
“Oh sweetheart.” His tone is apologetic. “You must be in so much pain.”
“Let me help you,” he says, tucking one finger under her chin and lifting her gaze to his. At first, she looks confused, and then realization spreads across her pretty face.
“No, Bucky, you can’t—” She cuts herself off to grasp at her middle, a little sob escaping her lips. “We can’t—”
“You’re hurting so much, sweetheart.” He isn’t really listening to her denials. “I want to help.”
“You can’t!” She says hysterically, pushing at his shoulders. He’s immovable, of course, crouching in front of her with her chin cupped in his hand as he strokes it with one thumb. She’s so pretty like this, her flushed face, parted lips, looking up at him with that pleading expression. He brushes his thumb over her lower lip, and watches fascinated as her tongue darts out to trace the same path. “Bucky, wait—”
“Let me take care of you,” Bucky releases her chin and begins idly popping buttons off of her shirt. He can see her heat-addled brain trying to process the risks, but he doesn’t intend to let her. “I want to take care of you.”
Her nipples are hard, pressing insistently through the thin lace of her bra and her blouse; and Bucky brushes his fingers against them, moaning with pleasure as she whines. “You know what this is, sweetheart?” He says, pushing the flaps of her shirt aside. He presses his palm against her belly. “You’ve been ignoring your body so long,” He croons, laying her down on the cool tiled floor of the elevator.
“I don’t want—” He quiets her with a finger against her trembling mouth.
“I didn’t ask you what you wanted, sweetheart,” He says lowly, his fingers going to the catch on her pants above her zipper. “I’m talking about what you need .” He leans down over her to press his mouth to hers hungrily. It only takes a moment for her to kiss him back, pushing her hips up toward him wantonly.
He sucks her bottom lip hard before he trails hot kisses down her jaw to whisper in her ear. “Your body wants me to fuck my babies into it, you know.” He says quietly. He can smell the sticky wetness between her thighs.
“No. ” She says weakly, shaking her head.
“No?” He asks amusedly. He undoes her pants and tugs them a little down her thighs to reveal her panties. Green lace, just like the bra. Bucky slides easily down her prone form, and parts her thighs easily, though she tries to resist. “What’s this, then, sweetheart?” He asks pointedly, pressing his face into the soaked seam of her underwear. He can’t help but run his tongue along it, licking her through the fabric. She bucks her hips against his mouth, whimpering as Bucky lets out a loud groan.
“Lets get rid of these.” He says, and reaches up with his other arm to tear them off. The sound of the elastic snapping seems to echo in the elevator as he laves his tongue up her slit, groaning at the taste of her. Bucky sits up, his hands trembling as he goes for the button on his own jeans. His cock is so hard it almost hurts, and he grasps it firmly in his hand, pumping it as he stares down at her.
Her face is pained and unsure, and though he can smell how much she wants him, it’s still not enough. He wants to hear her beg for it, ask him for his knot like a good Omega should. He wants to make sure she knows her place—knows that it’s underneath him, her womb full of his seed.
“You’ve been destroying this beautiful body,” he says, sliding another finger through her soaked folds. “Your heat is natural ,” he chides, pinching her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger. She cries out, and Bucky’s eyes slide shut in pleasure. It’s like fucking music. “You think you can just take a pill and forget what you are.” He slips one of his fingers into her cunt, pumping it as he curls it against her pubic bone. It seems like all of her former complaints have been forgotten in the onslaught of sensation, her mouth open and eyes rolling as she fruitlessly tries to ride his hand.
Bucky chuckles, his hand on her hip, pressing her down against the floor. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m teaching you a lesson.” Her hands are on his shoulders, pushing, pulling, her nails scrabbling uselessly against his skin.
“A lesson?” She asks confusedly, and he nods, dropping a kiss on her hip bone.
“You need to learn who you belong to.” He growls, adding a second finger to the first. He grinds the heel of his palm against her clit, and she shakes, a curse falling from her lips. “And when you know,” he says sweetly, nipping ner, “Alpha will give you everything you want.”
She trembles in his arms as he continues to fingerfuck her, scissoring his digits in her tight pussy. She’s so wet, so tight, and her scent is dizzying. A jumbled mess of words is falling from her lips; pleas, ultimatums, his name .
“Bucky, Bucky please— ”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He asks, knowing she doesn’t know what she’s begging for. Her Omega brain is begging for his cock, and her rational mind is probably begging for her release, but Bucky knows full well which one he’s going to acquiesce. “Please keep fingering your tight pussy, Omega? You want Alpha to make you cum, don’t you?” He asks. His chest tightens as she looks up at him with those watery eyes, licking her lips. “Say it.”
“I-I want Alpha to make me cum,” She whines pitifully, and Bucky feels his cock throb in response. She’s begging so pretty, Bucky thinks maybe she deserves it.
“Good girl. Go on and cum for your Alpha.” His voice is low and seductive, and Bucky leans in close as his hand works between her shaking thighs. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he murmurs against the shell of her ear. “Cum for me, sweetheart, so Alpha can breed you like you need.”
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—” Bucky isn’t sure if it’s his words or his fingers that push her over the edge, but suddenly her body goes rigid as she keens loudly in his ear and goes boneless, her pussy spasming wildly around his fingers. He waits a moment before slipping his hand from between her legs, and sucks his fingers clean.
“Fucking delicious.” He doesn’t waste any time positioning himself at her entrance, and sits up on his knees, pulling her closer. Her recent orgasm seems to have cleared a little of the heat-fog from her brain, and she sits up on her elbows.
“Wait, Bucky, please, I’m not on birth control!” She exclaims, trying unsuccessfully to close her legs around his waist. He places a warm hand on her belly, stilling her as he rubs his cock against her still twitching pussy. “Bucky—”
“I know you’re not, sweetheart.” He says, pressing her flat against the floor once more. He kisses her softly, sliding his tongue along her lips until she opens them for him. “You don’t need it.”
“But I’m not—I’m not ready— ”
“Shhhhh,” Bucky licks the side of her throat, and the words die off in a whimper. “I’ll be with you.” He can see on her face that that isn’t quite the reassurance he wants it to be, but it doesn’t really matter. One way or another, he’s going to get what he wants, and her compliance, while desired, isn’t necessary. “Let Alpha take care of you.”
He strokes her breast, squeezing it and earning a broken moan for his trouble. He slides his cock against her and she whines, bucking her hips, his earlier implications forgotten. He thrusts shallowly, the thick head of his cock just inside her. “Oh fuck , sweetheart.” All he wants to do is lose himself, just fucking pound her so she can’t walk for weeks. She’s so hot and tight and perfect that Bucky has to steady himself with one hand against the wall of the elevator. He grips her hip with his other hand, holding his whining Omega still as he slowly slides all the way in to the hilt.
Her back arches as she cries out, her nails scoring his back. “Ah, Alpha, yes, please—”
He slides out, her displeased whimper like music to his ears. He knows she’s almost rabid with need, her insides clenching painfully every minute he denies her, but he can’t help but tease her. “So good,” he growls as he pushes back in, her pussy squeezing him so tight he can barely move. It feels like he’s waited a fucking eternity for this, although it’s only been a few weeks.
She bucks her hips, and he chuckles raggedly, reaching down to rub her clit in slow rough circles with the pad of his thumb. “You see, sweetheart? I know what’s best for you,” He says lowly as he begins a hard, steady rhythm. He slides a hand up between her breasts, stopping to pinch her nipples between his sweaty fingers before he wraps it around her throat. He leans down, putting just enough pressure on her windpipe to limit her air.
Her walls tighten around him even more, and Bucky’s hips stutter against her as he shudders. “Yes, baby. Just like that.” He presses harder, a savage noise tearing from him as she clamps down on his cock. Releasing her neck, Bucky grasps both of her hips, pulling her hard against him as he continues to fuck her. Her thighs hug his sides as she meets his thrusts, her head thrown back against the floor.
It’s already fucking amazing being inside her—Bucky knows she’s the best he’s ever had. But he knows what will make it better.
“Tell me… Tell me it’s mine. Better yet, tell me I own you.” His thrusts quicken, and the sound of his hips slapping against hers bouncing off the walls of the tiny space. Even as her brow furrows, his Omega’s dutiful mouth opens like he asks.
“It’s— ah —I’m yours! I’m yours Alpha!”
Bucky snarls, pulling out of her with a wet sucking sound. She immediately cries out at the loss, struggling against his grip. “No, wait!” Bucky ignores her plea, instead reaching down to wrap a lock of her curly hair around his finger.
“Please your Alpha,” He pants, pumping his cock in his fist. “Your mouth, Omega.”
A pouty expression crosses her prideful face, but she still rises up onto her elbows, following him as he leans back onto his haunches. Bucky watches her crawl forward on her hands and knees, her ass in the air invitingly.
He’ll get to that later.
For now, he’s content to watch her. She licks her lips, her little pink tongue darting out to wet them as her breath puffs across the wet length of him. Bucky’s cock is dripping with her, but he doesn’t see any distaste on her face as her lips brush his tip. Bucky groans as she licks along his shaft, her small hand bracing against his waist.
“Stick your tongue out.”
She does, and he rests the tip of his cock on it, thrusting against it. “Oh sweetheart. I wish you could see yourself.” She closes her mouth around him, taking as much of him into her mouth as she sucks. He moans, his hand coming down to rest on the top of her head as he thrusts shallowly. “So perfect. So fucking perfect— you’re gonna make me cum, Omega,” Bucky growls, pulling his cock from her lips. A thin trail of drool connects his cock to her mouth.
Bucky tugs her hips against his, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass roughly. He nudges her thighs apart easily, and rubs his cock down her soaked slit. “You like sucking Alpha’s cock, don’t you sweetheart?”
“Mm, yes! Alpha, please, hurry!”
“So bossy.” Bucky replies, thrusting into her hard. She squeals with pleasure, arching back into him. “ Fuck! I knew you would be fucking amazing,” he pants, feeling her walls flutter around him as he pushes the both of them closer and closer to their peaks. He leans down to scrape his teeth hard against the back of her neck and she howls, her pussy gripping him like a vice.
“I’m going to get you pregnant baby. You’re mine for good, you understand?” He snarls against her skin. “Gonna mark you, fill you up, hear me? Answer me, sweetheart!” His hand tightens around her hip and she whimpers.
“I h-hear you Alpha,” She moans, but Bucky knows she won’t remember. She’s so gone with her heat that he doubts she’ll remember anything but the broad strokes. Her confirmation only spurs him on, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging her head back; pulling until she’s against his chest. His arm goes around her ribs, his hand cupping her breast roughly.
Her hands come up around his shoulders, her hands fisting in his hair.
“That’s right. Cum aaalll over this cock.” He orders. Bucky isn’t sure if she cums because he tells her to or in spite of it, but she does. She sobs out her release, her pussy clenching wildly around him. Her orgasm triggers his own, and Bucky practically howls, his hips jerking against her erratically as he holds her tightly to his body. He feels the base of his cock swell, locking her in place.
He’s been thinking about this moment since he destroyed her suppressants. Her, limp and well fucked and completely fucking full of him. Bucky tilts her head to the side wordlessly, his tongue moving against her throat. Her pulse quickens, but he doesn’t give her time to think about it as he bites down hard . Her blood fills his mouth and he holds it on his tongue for a moment, savoring it. Learning the taste of her—and then he swallows, his tongue moving against the wound as she whimpers. His cum is steadily dripping out of her, pooling beneath them on the pile of their clothes.
She nuzzles his chest sleepily, and Bucky shifts, pulling her into his lap as he sits down with an “oof”. His hand is on her belly, and he smirks at the feel of her hot, trembling flesh.
The intercom buzzes, and he answers it.
“You guys stuck? We were out on rounds!” The worried voice of a security guard comes through the receiver. Just as he’d timed, they were back from their rounds around the entire building. “And the camera looks like it’s busted.”
“Yeah, one of us must have banged into it when the elevator stopped.” Bucky says nonchalantly, stroking her head as she dozes against his chest.
“Okay, we’ll it’s gonna take a little while to get you moving, maybe another hour or so. Sorry about that.”
Bucky looks down at the Omega in his lap, absolutely fucked silly. “No problem.”
The line goes dead, and Bucky plays with her hair, wondering idly if they can manage another round before he dresses her as best he can, and leads her back to his apartment. She moans in her sleep, shifting.
He can be quick.
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It’s Been A Long, Long Time | ch 4
Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!
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Amoretta swam in and out of sleep. Whenever she surfaced, she saw bright lights and strange faces, and, assuming that she was in a HYDRA lab, she decided it was better if she just kept on dreaming. After a while, though, she couldn’t manage it anymore, and she finally woke up enough to actually take in her surroundings.
She was in a hospital bed, and...a gown? She couldn’t remember the last time she had been given clothing. When she tried to move, she found that her arms ached, and she had an IV sticking out of her. Okay, so wherever she was, they were trying to take care of her. Maybe. That seemed like a good sign.
“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a man’s voice said. “How’re you feeling?”
A figure came into view, blurry at first, and as he got closer she was able to get him in focus. Amoretta immediately stiffened, feeling threatened by this stranger, but as the scent of omega wafted in, she relaxed slightly. She couldn’t smell any alphas nearby, and that was good.
Two good signs so far.
“Wh-who are you?” She asked, her voice wobbly and hoarse. Her throat was so sore that talking was painful.
“My name is Dr. Bruce Banner.” The man said, reaching towards a nearby table and grabbing a water bottle off of it. “I’m with the Avengers.”
Amoretta frowned. “The...who?”
He came near her slowly, twisting the cap off the bottle and offering it to her. “You’ve probably got a lot of questions. Mind if I ask a couple, though?”
She gave a little shrug as she raised the bottle to her lips. It felt strange to hold, the water tasting...different from what she was used to.
“Can you tell me your name?”
She thought for a moment, brows knitting together. “Subject 1096.”
It was Bruce’s turn to frown. “Did you ever have a...different name?”
After a moment, she nodded, trying to remember. It felt like it was on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach. Had it really been so long since she had gotten to say it?
“We can come back to that one.” Bruce said gently. “Do you know what year it is?”
She thought for a moment. “19...1986.”
The doctor pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose and mumbling something along the lines of “Christ, not another one…”
She got the feeling that she was off by a few years.
“Well, Ten...is it alright if I call you that?”
“...alright. Ten, it seems like you were cryogenically frozen for a few decades.”
He nodded. “Your body seems to have handled it well, though.”
“Did I puke?” She asked, wrinkling her nose.
“Not that I saw.” He chuckled.
Well, that was a little surprising. She had a tendency to vomit after being wrenched out of unnaturally cold naps. “Where am I?”
“You’re in my lab, at Stark Tower.”
She made a thoughtful noise. “What month is it?”
“So Ursa Major is out?”
Bruce paused. “...well, it’s hard to see with all the light pollution in the city, but...yes, I suppose it should be…”
She let out a sigh. “I miss it.”
Her voice was already sounding tired again, and Bruce was quick to take the water bottle back before it slipped from her hand.
“You should get some more rest, Ten.” He suggested. “We’ve got plenty of time to get you caught up when you’re feeling more energetic.”
“Mhm.” her eyes fluttered closed. “Doctor?”
“What city am I in?”
“New York.” He said, looking down at her curiously. “Manhattan, more specifically. Why?”
She smiled a little. “I wanna see...Brooklyn…”
As she drifted off to sleep again, Bruce rubbed his face. Well, that certainly was oddly specific of her to say. It was a good sign that she seemed lucid, though.
“Captain Rogers is outside, Dr. Banner.” FRIDAY’s AI voice said.
Bruce met him at the door, making his way out as quietly as possible. Steve looked anxious, standing with his hands on his hips as he waited for news. He hadn’t gotten a chance to find Bucky yet, his friend either working out or sleeping, and all he had managed so far was a quick debriefing and a shower.
“I ran down as soon as FRIDAY called,” he said. “How is she?”
“Sleeping again. Just missed her.” Bruce said wryly. “Walk with me, I’m starving.”
Steve fell into step beside him, heading towards the elevators. “Did she say anything?”
“She did. She seemed a bit out of it...couldn’t remember her name, hasn’t been awake since 1986.” He hit the UP button and stood back. “Seemed very interested in constellations, though. And Brooklyn.”
Steve stared at him. “Brooklyn?”
“Told her she was in New York, and the last thing she said before she fell asleep was something about Brooklyn.” Bruce shrugged. “Really interesting thing was her blood tests, though.”
“Blood tests?” Steve asked, stepping into the elevator and waiting for Bruce to join him before the doors closed again.
“Definitely an omega.” Banner said as they headed up several floors. “Her scent is so muted because they pumped her full of enough suppressants to kill a normal person. Pretty sure that’s why she’s so tired...her body is working overtime trying to process such a high dose. I think it was just pooling in her system while she was in cryo, not really going anywhere, so now her kidneys are doing everything they can to—“
“Banner.” Steve interrupted before he had to listen to an entire scientific explanation.
“Right. Sorry.” The scientist cleared his throat. “There was something else that I found already. She’s, uh…well, at some point, she was given super soldier serum.”
Steve froze. “HYDRA gave the serum...to an omega?”
“It’s confusing to me, too,” Bruce put his hands up in defeat. “Thanks to that, though, it’s hard to determine how old she is, or who she is, without her telling us. All I know is that she’s an unmarked omega super soldier with a hell of a dose of heat suppressants to work through.”
“Any idea when she’ll be up again?” Steve asked as the elevator dinged to signal their arrival.
“Hard to say.” Bruce said, following the alpha out towards the shared kitchen near the common area.
“I need to get to the bottom of this, Banner. FRIDAY, will you find Bucky? I need you to tell him—“
“Tell him what?” A voice asked.
Steve smiled in relief. Bucky was there, sitting on the couch with a plate of Alfredo balanced in his metal hand, looking mildly curious about whatever his friend was talking about.
“Oh, good,” Steve said, approaching him, Banner following behind. “You’re already here.”
“What is it, Stevie?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Well, as you know, I visited an abandoned HYDRA base today.”
“And I found...something.”
“...something. What kind of something?”
Steve suddenly wasn’t sure how to describe his discovery. “Well, it’s a...not an it, I mean, I found a…”
“Rogers here brought back an omega test subject.” Bruce interrupted. “She’s down in the lab right now sleeping off some nasty meds.”
Bucky’s posture hadn’t changed, despite how awkward and almost nervous Steve had gotten. He leaned back against the cushions, slurping down a few noodles while he regarded his friend with a mild expression.
“Alright, so?” He asked.
“So...I was wondering if you had any idea what HYDRA was doing experimenting on an omega.” Steve said, hands on his hips in a stance that was supposed to say I mean business, so listen to me.
Bucky wasn’t bothered by it. He was the biggest, toughest alpha in the tower, aside from the rare occasions Thor was roughing it down on Midgard with the rest of them. The others could puff up and posture all they wanted at him, but it never had any effect. He was always calm and cool, generally disinterested in their displays. He knew he was stronger, and he didn’t need to prove it, especially not when he didn’t have an omega to fight over.
He shrugged. “I want exactly privy to all their secrets. I know they kept cells full of omegas around for a while.”
“What did they do with them?” Steve asked.
“Whatever they wanted?” Bucky shook his head. “I really don’t know. If they were experimenting on ‘em, that never concerned me.”
“You’ve gotta know something, Buck.” Steve sounded exasperated.
“Why do you care so much?” He asked.
“Because something isn’t adding up.” Steve growled.
“They gave this omega enough heat suppressants to last a lifetime,” Bruce said. “Her system is all kinds of messed up.”
“Makes sense.” Bucky ate another mouthful. “HYDRA wouldn’t want to deal with hormones going crazy or any unplanned pups.”
Steve stared down at his friend. “Did they let you rut?”
“Stevie, at least take me out to dinner before you start asking about my sex life fifty years ago.” Bucky said dryly.
Steve just raised an eyebrow.
“...yeah. They did. Think they couldn’t stop my ruts.” He relented.
“So did they...you know…” Steve trailed off awkwardly.
“Were you ever given omegas to get you through them?” Bruce asked, proving once again how much more capable of having this conversation he was than Steve.
Bucky finally had to glance away from them in embarrassment. “Well…yeah. But I, uh...the Soldier, he would just kind of...well, they didn’t really last long, if you uh. Catch my drift.”
“...what? Look, I’m better now, I’m way past that. Besides, I never meant to hurt anyone, I wasn’t myself—“
“This omega is a super soldier.” Bruce said quietly.
Bucky’s face dropped, a flicker of something passing over his face. “...what?”
“Finally,” Bruce sighed happily, inhaling the smell of leftover pizza.
“Bucky, does the number 1096 mean anything to you?” Steve asked. He was sitting in a chair across from his friend, Bruce sitting at the kitchen island while he ate his dinner.
Bucky shook his head. “Don’t remember any numbers like that. They mostly just called ‘em all omega.”
He was trying to seem cool and collected, but his scent had shifted slightly. Steve could catch just the slightest hint of distress in it, and as he did so, he narrowed his eyes. He may have been separated from Bucky for almost 80 years, but he was still his best friend, and he could tell when he was hiding something.
“Why would they give the serum to an omega?” Steve asked.
“Branching out?” Bucky shook his head. “Why do they do anything? They’re HYDRA. They can do whatever they want.”
“So you don’t remember anything about an omega super soldier?”
“I don’t know.” Bucky sniffed defensively.
“Buck, it’s okay if you do.” Steve growled. “We’re not going to judge you for anything you did. We just want to help her and figure out who she is—“
“Well I don’t know,” Bucky snapped, big fangs bared in a warning.
Steve responded with a low growl.
“There’s a lot I don’t remember, or did you forget how many times they wiped my memory?”
“Seems like you’re hiding something, Buck, and I wanna know what it is.”
“Why do you care? You should just drop it,” Bucky snarled.
Steve regarded him carefully. Oh yeah. He was definitely hiding something.
“Hey, hey,” Bruce interrupted from the kitchen, intent on stopping their fight before it could start. “Relax, fellas. Don’t make me get the big guy out to shut you both up.”
Steve backed down. The threat of having the Hulk going after him was enough. Bucky didn’t seem to share the sentiment, though, his lips still pulled back in a blatant display of aggression. It was the first time in a while that Steve had seen him acting so defensively about something, and it was concerning, to say the least.
“Buck,” he said, voice low with warning. “Are you hiding something?”
Bucky’s nostrils flared angrily and the insinuation that he was keeping secrets, but he managed to reign himself back in, stifling another growl with a loud sigh.
“I dunno, Steve.” He admitted. “There’s...a lot I don’t remember. If I’m bein’ honest with you, I’m not even sure why I’m feelin’ so worked up about this.”
Steve nodded. It was a relief to hear that Bucky wasn’t acting this way entirely on purpose, at least.
“You feel okay?” Steve asked. “Not rutting soon, are you?”
“I’m fine, Steve.”
“I’m sure.” Bucky snorted. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. “Is the omega, uh...is she okay?”
“Physically, she doesn’t seem to be too worse for wear,” Bruce said from the kitchen. “The only abnormalities I found in our preliminary blood tests were evidence of the suppressants and the serum. Other than being exhausted and needing to adjust to consciousness again after decades of cryo, she’s fine.”
“Good.” Bucky said, a little too quickly. “I mean...that’s good.”
“She should be awake again by tomorrow. Hopefully, she’ll be up for a longer chat then.”
“You comfortable talking with her?” Steve asked, looking at Bucky. “It might be good for her to see someone else who used to be connected to HYDRA. Might help her ease into everything.”
Bucky gave a nod, already distracted by thoughts of this omega. Was it possible that the girl he saw in his dreams was real? It was hard for him to know what had actually happened to him and what he had imagined, what with HYDRA wiping his memory whenever they felt like it. Ever since he had gained his mental freedom, though, he had been plagued with nightmares, his sleep always filled with the faces of people he had killed.
As time went on, they were getting better, but they never really stopped. He just...didn’t always have to deal with the worst ones. Sometimes, he even got to have dreams that were...nice. Sometimes, he dreamt of a familiar scent, one he couldn’t really place and that he could never remember when he woke up. Sometimes, he dreamt of an omega, with long, dark hair, and the prettiest eyes he could ever imagine. He always saw her in flashes, a smile here, a sigh there, and with no idea as to who she was or where she came from, he had chalked it up to his mind trying to give him some relief from the nightmares. It had to be wishful thinking, and nothing more.
Unless it wasn’t.
He spent a while chatting with Steve and Bruce before retreating to his apartment. With Tony and Pepper gone for the night, spending it in some fancy hotel so that Stark could give a talk at some expo, and most of the others resting after missions, the tower was quiet. It left Bucky too much time to wander and think, and before he knew it, he was making a detour down to Banner’s lab.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he paused. What was he hoping to accomplish, exactly? He didn’t have the kind of clearance that Bruce did. He wouldn’t be able to sneak in, and even if he could, what would he do? Appearing at her bedside would just freak the poor omega out, and that wasn’t the kind of first impression he liked to leave these days.
He shook his head, pressing the button for his floor and leaning back against the elevator wall. He needed to be patient. Tomorrow, when she woke up, he would be able to see her for himself and decide if his weird dreams had any truth to them.
Not that he was getting his hopes up. He shouldn’t, after all. He would just set himself up for disappointment.
Just before the elevator doors slid shut, though, the tiniest, faintest hint of a scent wafted in, and Bucky’s eyes widened. He knew it. He knew that scent, or at least...he used to know it. Somewhere, in a part of his mind that he tried to forget about, he had memories of a peaceful, starry night sky, a hint of pine, and a touch of cinnamon.
Then, the doors closed, and it was gone again, leaving him confused as the elevator rushed upwards.
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a switch ch.1
hey! sorry this took so long :( i’m a mess. anyway, this is my first time writing a/b/o so give me some feedback! this will probably be multi-part, this is an introductory, omega meeting alpha
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Rating/Warnings: ugh angst? shitty writing, grammar mistakes because I wrote this at midnight.
Summary: when Bucky got the super soldier serum, something changed in him. Not just his strength but, his mind and well, body. With the changes he’s going through he has to find, someone to help him through it. What happens when he finds his mate working with the man who was his mission, will she become his mission too?
In 1943, Bucky Barnes never excpected to be where he is. He thought he would go off to war, find a broad to settle down with, and have a quiet, little family. Instead, he found himself captured by HYDRA and experimented on. They replaced his arm with a foreign, metal one. He learned to adapt, even when they continuously wipe his memory, and inject him with a serum. Just to make the perfect soldier. But, everytime they injected him, something changed. He felt, stronger... more posessive and very, alpha? It’s odd because, Bucky’s a beta. He doesn’t have a true mate, he can’t bond with another omega or alpha, he had to settle with another beta.
By the time 2014 caem around, Bucky was still being injected with the serum, and things were still changing. He started to get more aggressive, he blamed the serum for awhil until, he started to smell vanilla, lavender, and honey dew.
Working with the Avengers is great. Getting to train with some of the greatest assasins and genius minds was, exilerating. All of them except Wanda, you and Bruce, were alphas. You were a young, quiet omega who never stepped out of place, or caused much trouble. You weren’t loud or out spoken, only voiced your opinion when you felt it was needed.
You weren’t an official avenger yet but, there was a mission that Steve wanted your help on. He told you who we were finding, the Winter Soldier, and said he was dangerous. Could hide in plain site and come down on you with the hand of god. Steve’s first interaction with him was on the rooftop, and he said he was just as strong as the serum loaded man. Which means, he had a stronger version.
‘Whoever he his, we know they he works for HYDRA, just like Rumlow.” You sighed. You know all about HYDRA, how they wanted to change the world. They weren’t people you wanted to mess with unless you wanted to uh, how do you put it? die.
“Okay well, we know that once they lock on to all three cordinates, they’ll shoot. So, we need to disrupt that, and he’ll come for us, right?” Steve nodded in agreement. Suddenly, Natasha walked in the room.
“Or we could find out whats on this drive and they’ll find us.” As good of a plan that was, you all were already techincally on the run from the government. Unfortunetly, it was the best plan you had.
You waited outside in the getaway car,so Steve and Natasha could make a fast getaway. You didn’t like this plan, there were to many holes, to many things to go wrong. The doors on the car swung open,
You sped off down the road, weaving in and out of traffic. Steve led you to an army base of sorts. You could see the memorys running through his head at the familiar place. He stopped and looked around, you and Natasha shared a look. “What’s wrong?” you ask.
“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within 500 yrads of the barons. This building is in the wrong place.” He explained as he led you both over to the cemment building. Natasha could sense your uneasiness and put a comforting hand on your back. You omega preened at the contact.
You all went down the hidden elevator that led to, wouldn’t you know it, another bunker. “This can’t be the data point, this technology is anciet.” Natasha said with a smirk. She walked over the the main computers and put the thumb drive in. Wheels turned and an automated voice sounded.
“Shall we play a game?” Natasha looked to you with a grin, proud of herlsef for the reference. She looked to Steve, “it’s from a mov-”
“I know, I saw it” Your body straightened at the hightened alpha attitude in the room. The computer started talking and a German doctor started to talk. After a while of playing his game, Natasha informed us that there was a missle on the way. Once it hit, you all got burried under rock before Steve pulled you out.
He drove you all to an unfimiliar house. A man opened the door, “Hey man” the man said in a comfused tone. “I’m sorry for this, we need a place to lay low” Steve said quietly. The man, who you’ve come to know as Sam Wilson, let you in.
Sam helped you find a HYDRA agent, and helped interrrogate him. Watching Natasha kick him off a building, convince Steve to ask out Lillian with the lip piercing, before Sam caught him, flying him up with his wings. After the man told you the information you needed, you allgot in Sam’s car and drove off.
You all talked about using him to access the helocarriers and stop HYRDA from killinh millions of people. Before he could protest, a hand flew through his window and pulled him out. The unknown man walked on the roof before Steve put the car in park. The man fell off the roof, and landed a few feet from the car. When he got up, a car came and rammed into the back of your car. The man got back and the roof and took the steering wheel from the car.
“Shit!” Sam yelled. Steve pulled you all to one side and broke the door and rolled out. You were last to land, elbow hitting the ground first causing a sickening crack, close to the man. Before he could walk to you somone shot at his head, and he didn’t like that. He got up and started shooting over the bridge like a mad man. “у меня есть она. найти его“ (I have her. find him) he said as he looked back at you.
He stalked over to you, blue eyes, as deep as the ocean, shining in the sun. He took his mask off, and something hit you like a pile of bricks. His pupils were dilated, hands clenched at his side. The closer he got to you the more you could make out his smell, pine, steal, gun powder, with a hint of fruit. They way he looked at you made it feel like you couldn’t move. There was a heat in your lower belly, you wanted to drown in his scent, do whatever he asked of you. Your body was unconciously submitted to him, and you didn’t know why.
He stopped right in front of you, as if he was afraid to get to close to you. Maybe he could feel it too. He crouched down to your level, and put a hand on your cheek. Your body was on fire at his touch. It was like lightening striking down for the first time. Like, the first rainfall in the dessert. Your body craved more. That’s when you knew.
That’s all you remember before a hand come up, and everything went black
A/N: more a/b/o oneshots tmr!
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It’s Been A Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader ch 3
Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Warnings: A/B/O, some light angst
Tags: @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch @shawnie--jo
Amoretta woke to the sound of a familiar alarm blaring through the compound. It was loud enough to make her wince and curl up, seeking out the warmth of her alpha while he laid next to her. She knew what the sound meant; he was officially finished with his rut, and they were going to be separated again.
The thought made her heart ache. She couldn’t take much more of this. All she wanted was to stay by his side, her instincts telling her that he was the perfect one to watch over and protect her even if she didn’t need a protector. Though all of her suppressants greatly toned down the way she yearned and cried for him, nothing could erase those feelings completely, and each time the guards came to take him away from her, it hurt a little bit more.
“‘Mega,” he said, voice extra low and rumbly from sleeping.
“Alpha,” she sighed, rubbing her nose against his neck.
He returned the gesture, tucking his face down into her scent gland and inhaling deeply. Even though she didn’t smell as strongly as omegas he encountered while out in the field, he loved her scent more than anything he had ever found before. Plus, her own scent being weaker meant that it was easier to cover her with his, and before the guards could come in and order him to leave, he made sure to rub his own gland all over her hair.
Amoretta sighed happily as he scented her, enjoying the smell of motor oil and cloves. If she was lucky, it wouldn’t fade before she got to see him again, and she would be able to at least catch a slight hint of him in her hair whenever she moved.
“My omega,” the soldier purred, nosing her cheek to try and get her to look at him.
She smiled softly, placing a hand on his jaw. “Your omega.”
The sound of a metal door sliding open made her close her eyes. She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to go back to her cell and spend another three months bored.
“Longing,” a Russian voice over the intercom suddenly said.
Amoretta let out a dejected breath. They were taking him away again.
Her alpha moved to get up, listening to the words he had heard countless times before. His body was moving of its own volition, his limbs untangling themselves from hers even though he wanted to stay right there with her forever.
He growled softly, a hand lingering on his omega’s neck.
“Don’t go,” she whimpered, staring up at him with big, sad eyes.
His hand moved to cup her cheek, a calloused thumb brushing over her skin. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to do as she asked.
He knew he was supposed to listen to the trigger words. They always commanded him, keeping him in check so that he could never have too much free thought. This time, he knew they would be followed by orders to get up and go back to his quarters so that he could await further instruction.
But he didn’t want to.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had had such a strong urge to disobey. It wasn’t overpowering, by any means, but it was enough for him to hesitate instead of walking away immediately.
The omega on the cot looked distraught. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to be looking at him, paying attention to him, keeping her focus on him. She shouldn’t be staring at the wall, averting her gaze from the naked alpha before her.
“”Mega,” the soldier said, getting her attention again.
“Hm?” she looked at him, and she felt like she was getting caught up in those icy blue eyes.
For a moment, he just looked down at her. She was so lovely, so perfect.
“Be good.” he said.
She sat up slightly, staring at him. He had never said that before, not like that, not in that way. He called her good omega, good girl, pretty omega...he told her to be obedient, he praised her whenever she listened to him...but he had never told her be good, not with that tone. It was almost like...a warning, or...a promise?
His nostrils flared, chest heaving with a sigh as he turned away from her.
“Wait!” she called, reaching for him.
But he was already facing the door.
The soldier bowed his head. “Ready to comply.”
Amoretta let out a pitiful wail, watching helplessly as her alpha was ordered to return to his cell. The worst part was how he did so, and he seemed so willing to leave her behind. She knew he was under HYDRA’s full control, she knew that they liked to go in and mess with his brain whenever he showed any independence, but it still felt like she was being broken up with every single time she had to watch him leave.
“Omega,” the voice said as the door slid shut. “Return to your cell and prepare for cryo.”
Another door opened and she stood slowly, wiping away tears that she knew she shouldn’t have had. She felt stupid for caring so much. Her hopes for a better, normal life were always crushed whenever HYDRA separated them again, and watching him walk away like that without a glance back at her was taking its toll on her emotional health.
Without much other choice, she trudged down the narrow corridor, dragging her feet despite the threat of the cattle prods behind her. While the soldier was obedient enough to be allowed to walk on his own, they never trusted Amoretta, still all too aware of how much she liked to lash out at her handlers.
They shoved her into her holding cell, where she spent about an hour waiting around before they returned to drag her off to the lab. Sometimes, when the soldier wasn’t going to be needed for a while, HYDRA put him in cryo. Amoretta once heard a doctor saying that it was to preserve his longevity, but she was pretty sure it was just that they didn’t want to deal with him all the time. When that happened, they put her into cryogenesis, too, letting her sleep until her alpha was thawed out.
She supposed she should be grateful for the long naps, sometimes spending months or even years at a time not having to think about the way that HYDRA kept her as a prisoner, but she hated it. She didn’t like being away from her alpha, and whenever they brought her back out of cryo, she had a tendency to get sick.
It wasn’t pleasant.
This time, as the doctors strapped her down, she snarled at them. She was tired of this, tired of her life with HYDRA. She was reaching her breaking point, finally.
“Quiet,” a beta doctor snapped, picking up a syringe.
Amoretta rolled her eyes. “Or what?”
He glared at her. “You don’t want to find out.”
“You won’t get rid of me. You need me.” she growled.
“We don’t need you.” the man scoffed. “We can easily find another omega that can take the serum. You aren’t special, Subject 1096.”
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you?” she dared to ask. “Why give me a number and keep me around for so long if I’m not important?”
“You omegas are always so sappy.” he said, a disgusted tone to his voice. “You’re convinced the Winter Soldier is your mate, aren’t you?”
“He seems to think so.” she said defensively.
“Does he?” the doctor pressed the needle to her arm. “Or is he just happy to have something around to fuck?”
Amoretta wanted to bite his hand off for being so rude. She wanted to scream and snap and thrash, proving that they had made a mistake when they decided to give her of all omegas the serum. She was stronger than they knew. She could tear this doctor apart if she got ahold of his hand as he stood just out of her reach. Amoretta wanted HYDRA to regret the day they chose to make her so powerful.
But the tranquilizer was already being injected into her veins, and she could feel herself floating away. Her vision swam, her skin suddenly feeling cold as she was lowered into her cryo pod for a nice, long, icy nap.
She wished her soldier was there with her, but he wasn’t. Instead, she was all alone, left to sleep and hope for sweet dreams filled with his cold blue eyes and the low rumble of his voice.
“Widow, you copy?”
“Loud and clear, Cap.” a feminine voice said through the earpiece.
Steve Rogers nodded to himself as he crept through the dark hallways. Checking out abandoned HYDRA bases wasn’t his favorite pastime, but it was an important one, and he’d be damned if he let Nat and Clint go without him for a mission like this. Besides, he owed it to Bucky to make sure everything was taken care of; he knew how much it frustrated his friend that he wasn’t allowed near HYDRA facilities yet.
But they just couldn’t risk anything happening, not when he had finally managed to free himself of HYDRA’s influence on his mind.
“What’s your position, Cap?” Natasha asked.
“Northeast hall,” Steve answered as he rounded a corner. “Looks like medical facilities. There’s no sign of--”
As soon as he had opened his mouth, a row of low emergency lights flickered to life on the floor, illuminating his path and bathing the hallway in a red glow.
“There’s still power. Stay alert.” he warned.
Shield in hand, Steve made his way to a set of doors, nudging them open as quietly as he could.
He really wasn’t expecting what he saw.
He had definitely stepped into some sort of medical bay, gurneys and instruments left abandoned whenever HYDRA had up and left this place. If it weren’t for the staleness of the air and complete absence of life, it would have looked like the doctors had been there only moments before.
As Steve made his way around crude operating tables, sheet plastic crinkling under his boots, he spotted a soft blue glow coming from a small doorway in the corner of the room. He adjusted his grip, keeping his shield raised just in case, but as he neared the lightsource, he lowered it again.
“Nat, you’re gonna wanna come see this.”
It only took a few minutes for Black Widow to reach her teammate, and when she did, she let out a low whistle.
“That’s a cryo pod.” she said, leaning towards the metal device. “And it sure looks like it’s being used.”
“Is whoever’s in it alive?” Steve asked.
“Only one way to find out. Care to do the honors?” Natasha nodded towards the metal handle on the front of the pod.
“Is this safe?” Steve put down his shield.
“This place has been abandoned since the late 80s. Seems like the end of the Cold War scared HYDRA away from a lot of their bases.” Natasha said, peering through the small, frosted glass window into the pod. “But there’s definitely someone in there.”
“Well, we can’t exactly lug this whole thing out to the plane,” Steve sighed, grabbing the heavy metal handle.
As he wrenched it to the side, he could hear a pneumatic hiss, air rushing out of the lock. With a heavy clang, the pod opened, and Steve was able to pull the door to the side.
Doing so revealed a young woman, her scent too muted by the chill of cryo sleep to tell what her secondary gender was. She was nude, the sight of her causing Steve to avert his gaze in embarrassment. Natasha either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and as she pulled a glove off and pressed her hand to a cold forehead, there seemed to be movement behind the woman’s eyelids.
“Wow. She’s frozen.” Widow commented, moving her hand down to press two fingers against her neck. “...I’ve got a pulse here, though. We’d better get her out to the transport.”
Steve nodded, taking Natasha’s place as she stepped back to call in their find. Still doing his best to be a gentleman and avoid looking at the girl, he quickly unbuckled the brittle leather straps holding the girl in place, freeing her arms and legs before pulling her out of the pod. Her skin was icy against him, but Nat was right--he could feel her heart beating slowly, her pulse speeding up towards something more normal and less like hibernation.
“Here. Found this in a cupboard.” Natasha appeared with a musty blanket in her arms, draping it around the woman’s shoulders.
Steve wrapped it around her before picking her up, finally daring to look down at her now that she was covered. Her hair was long and dark, and though her cheeks were a bit gaunt, no doubt thanks to HYDRA’s general disregard for human life, she didn’t seem too worse for wear. He couldn’t see any bruises on her face or neck, and her scent glands looked to be free of any mating bonds.
Well, at least she wasn’t missing anybody special, right? Being separated from a bonded mate for so long could kill a person, especially if they happened to be an alpha or an omega. Steve still couldn’t smell for sure, but this girl had such a small stature that he had a suspicion she might be the latter.
He caught a glimpse of a thin metal identification band around her wrist, almost like the kind used to track wild animals. On it, Steve could see SUBJECT 1096 stamped in, and he couldn’t help but grimace. What did that mean? That she was an experiment?
As he followed Natasha out into the abandoned hallway, the girl in his arms stirred slightly. She rubbed her cheek against Steve’s chest, nuzzling into him as if searching for a scent. When she didn’t seem to find what she expected, he caught her furrowing her brow, her lips turning down in a slight frown.
“Alpha?” she asked quietly, voice barely audible.
“You’re safe now,” Steve said, trying to reassure her. She was right, he was an alpha, and he did his best to cover her in a calming scent. The last thing he wanted was a panicked omega on his hands.
“Not...alpha…” she said weakly, eyes still closed. She raised a hand, grabbing at Steve’s chest with tired fingers. “T-take me home…”
“We’re going somewhere safe,” he said, quickening his pace. “I promise. You’re okay now.”
She let out a tiny whine, squirming half heartedly in his grip. “Want...my alpha…”
As Steve and Natasha walked out of the hidden HYDRA bunker and waited for Clint to bring the plane down, the scent of fresh air finally roused the omega enough that she opened her eyes. Steve looked down at her, worry written all over his face, and as her gaze met his, she looked disappointed.
Those weren’t the blue eyes she was hoping for. She didn’t know this alpha, and she wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted her soldier back, not this stranger. But she was too tired to fight, still drowsy from her time in cryo, and as he carried her onto the transport, she passed out again, hoping that her alpha would come and find her and take her away from the people she was stuck with now.
“What--what’s this?” Clint asked, turning in the pilot’s seat as Nat and Steve boarded the plane.
“She was in cryo,” Natasha said, grabbing an emergency cot and laying it out in the back. “Pulse is there, but we’ve got no idea how healthy she is otherwise.”
“We need to get her back to the tower.” Steve said, setting her down.
“You got it, Cap.” Clint turned back around. “Weather’s good. Should be just a couple hours til we’re there.”
“I’ll let Bruce know.” Natasha took the copilot’s seat, immediately grabbing a headset to radio back.
As the craft took off, Amoretta was stuck in an unwelcome sleep. The last thing she wanted was to be unconscious right now, when she knew she was surrounded by unfamiliar alphas. She was grateful for the fresh air, but with it came the scents of people, of strangers, and she didn’t like that one bit. As out of it as she was, she knew that she had been taken out of cryo, and everything else just felt wrong.
The alpha she had woken up with wasn’t hers. She had been so happy at first, thinking that her soldier had been the one to carry her out of the base...until she caught his scent and realized that it was wrong. The second she knew she was in someone else’s arms, all she wanted to do was thrash and kick and bite, but she simply didn’t have the strength yet.
So she had to settle for sleeping, and, thankfully, dreaming.
Cryo never seemed to give her dreams, at least not any that she could ever remember. It felt like it had been forever since she had a normal nap, though, and her mind was happy to wander. Thoughts of her soldier swirled around each other, and for the first time in a long time, she was sleeping peacefully.
With nothing else to do, Steve took a seat next to the omega, strapping himself in. And leaning back with a sigh. Who was she, and why was her scent so muted? He had never encountered an omega who was so...well, scentless before. Even when they took suppressants to keep their heats at bay, they still reeked of omega. He never thought anything could change that, but apparently, something could.
As they flew home, he found himself staring down at her, wondering why HYDRA had her in cryo for so long. She had to be important for them to keep her around, right? They weren’t known for wasting their time with people they couldn’t use. But, then again...what use could they possibly have for an omega who didn’t even smell like one? It didn’t make sense.
“Maybe she was a test subject.” Natasha said, practically reading his mind.
“Think so?” Steve asked, tearing his eyes away from the omega to look at the spy.
“We found her in a lab.” She shrugged. “Before the Berlin Wall came down, they had their hands in everything. The Soviets funded countless experiments on omegas.”
Steve frowned. “Guess I missed a lot while I was in that ice.”
“Eh, not much.” Clint said. “Just the same old shit.”
Steve gave him a look.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Same old stuff. Better, goody two shoes?”
Barton snorted a laugh. “Come on, work is the one place I can swear without a kid overhearing! You’ve gotta give me a pass once in a while.”
“Never said you couldn’t swear,” Steve sighed, leaning his head back again. He wanted to know what HYDRA was doing with this omega. Were they experimenting on her? She looked like she was fairly healthy, so whatever they had done must not have taken much of a physical toll on her.
There was also the matter of why they had left her behind when they abandoned their base. There hadn’t been any signs of struggle, at least not that he had seen. It looked like HYDRA had simply chosen to get up and leave one day a few decades ago, with no obvious reasoning as to why.
Steve had to admit he didn’t really understand why they did what they did. His job wasn’t to analyze their motives, though; his job was to stop them, and that’s what he was going to do. Rescuing this omega was just one small part of that. Of course, it would help if he knew why he had stumbled across her, and what they had been using her for.
As soon as they landed, Bruce’s assistants were waiting with a gurney, Dr. Banner himself standing nearby. Steve rushed the still-sleeping omega out, placing her down as gently as he could and then watching as she was taken inside to their medical facilities.
“So...you found her in cryo?” Bruce asked, following after his new patient.
Steve nodded stiffly. “There was no one else there. The whole place was running on backup batteries.”
Banner made a thoughtful noise as they walked inside. “She’s been asleep this whole time?”
“She woke up briefly while I was carrying her out to the transport. Other than that, she’s been out cold.”
“We’ll have to run some tests to see what’s going on with her.”
“Is she gonna be alright, Doc?” Steve asked.
Bruce stopped outside the lab doors. “Without knowing how long she was on ice and what exactly they were doing with her...it’s hard to say.”
“But...the fact that she hasn’t gone into shock yet is a good sign.” He turned to enter the room. “I’ll have FRIDAY grab you when I’ve got more answers.”
Steve just nodded, standing back and watching the doctor disappear after the mystery omega. Banner was a good guy, and as an omega himself, he would do everything he could to ensure that this one was well taken care of. Steve had no doubt in his mind that Bruce would see that she pulled through.
Something wasn’t sitting right about all this, though. The situation was bothering him beyond belief. Seriously, what was going on? What was he missing? What was so special about subject 1096?
Maybe Bucky would have an idea.
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It’s Been A Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega! reader Part 2
Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!
Part one | Part two | Part three |
Warnings: NSFW, Knotting, ABO
Tags: @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch
The soldier’s rut seemed to come around on a perfect schedule. Like clockwork, every few months Amoretta would be pulled out of her usual living space and sent to the rutting cell to wait for him. Sometimes, he came in smelling fresh and clean, like they had just hosed him down. Other times, he was covered in dirt and blood, most of which didn’t seem to be his own. She didn’t care; her heart soared every time she heard his heavy boots stomping towards her, and she always faced him with a confident, even gaze.
They would spend his rut together, the soldier knotting her over and over until it passed. He grew bolder with her, showing her affection she never thought he was capable of. He would carefully lay her down on her side so that he could curl around her, waiting for his knot to go down so that he could start all over again. His hands became increasingly gentle, calloused fingertips brushing over her folds carefully as he tried to pull those beautiful moans out of her throat.
He often succeeded; Amoretta woke up to his touch more times than she could count, her thighs already trembling as he played with her clit. The soldier was good at getting her ready for him, though she was almost always prepared to take his cock anyways. Her body responded to him eagerly, slick always pooling between her legs whenever he was nearby. She couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if HYDRA didn’t have her on so many heat suppressants.
Even without her hormones raging, she was falling for him. He was big and strong and protective, always putting himself between her and the guards whenever they appeared in the doorway. If it weren’t for his trigger words, Amoretta was positive he would tear them apart before they even got close to her. Did that mean he felt the same way about her, too? Or was she just being a silly omega, stuck in a cold series of tunnels, latching onto the only alpha she was ever permitted contact with?
She couldn’t tell.
She didn’t really care.
All she knew was that she wanted him. She had begun looking forward to his ruts, and by the end of her first year in captivity, her body had begun being able to predict when they were coming without the use of a calendar. It was like waking up on Christmas Day, excitement flooding her while she waited for the guards to come let her out of her cell. It always put her in a good mood, knowing that she was about to see the one person who seemed to care about her in that godforsaken place.
And he did.
Whenever he saw her, the soldier felt his chest swelling with happiness. There were no bond marks on either of them, but she was his, and she knew it. His omega knew that he was there to keep her safe. He was driven by a simple urge to take care of her whenever he saw her, his need to protect her always taking over his mind. She was so much smaller than him, but she took him so well and fit so perfectly against his chest when they laid together. He never wanted it to end.
“Alpha?” She asked one night, voice barely louder than a whisper.
His knot had gone down a little while earlier, but he was too exhausted by a full day of fucking to go at it again yet. Instead, he was dozing, an arm draped over her protectively while she snuggled up against his chest.
“Hm?” He grunted, cracking an eye open.
“Do you…” she sighed. “Never mind.”
He was fully awake now, both eyes open as he looked at her. “Do I what?”
She bit her lip, feeling stupid. “Do you think we would be together outside of this place?”
He was silent as he thought about it. He didn’t know anything other than HYDRA. Shit, he had never stopped to wonder if there was anything other than HYDRA. Did he have a life besides killing? He had no memory of it, if he did.
“I’m sorry, it’s dumb.” Amoretta said, burying her face against his chest. “Forget it.”
“‘Mega,” his chest rumbled with the word. “It’s not dumb.”
“Then why didn’t you answer?” She huffed.
He snorted quietly. There it was again. That brazen attitude she always had.
“Because...I don’t remember anything outside of this.” He finally said.
Amoretta looked at him. “Nothing at all?”
“It’s always been HYDRA.” He didn’t sound too concerned.
She frowned. “Well...if it wasn’t. If we were just two normal people.”
“You know.” She couldn’t help but smile a little. “Just...two people, living in a city—“
“New York.” He interrupted quietly.
She paused. “New York?”
“A city. To live in.” He said. “New York.”
Her brow furrowed slightly. Why would he choose New York? It was a large city, to be sure, but it seemed out of character for him to interrupt with something like that, especially considering that they were currently being kept somewhere under Eastern Europe. They were as far away from the States as they could get, and she had expected to be talking about someplace like Paris, or Moscow, or Berlin.
She knew the soldier was someone HYDRA had captured a while ago, which meant he had to have had some sort of life before they pumped him full of the serum. Could this be part of it? Was he...remembering? If he was, she wanted to know more. All HYDRA used her for was getting their asset through his ruts, so she had plenty of time to think, and plenty more time to be curious. The most interesting thing in the compound with her was him, and she had spent hours just wondering about him. This could be her chance to actually get him talking about something other than rutting, and she wanted to encourage more.
“Okay, New York.” She said, a reassuring hand on his arm. “What part?”
He thought for a moment, trying to concentrate. “Brooklyn.”
The soldier shrugged. “Heard about it. I think.”
“Never been there?”
“...I don’t know.”
“Hmph.” She played with a strand of his dark hair. “If we lived in Brooklyn, what kind of life would we have?”
“A house,” he said.
“We’d have a house?”
He nodded, his nose finding the scent gland on her neck and rubbing against it. “Filled with lots...and lots...of pups…”
Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately felt heat coiling around in her belly. She couldn’t help it; she was pre programmed to get excited at the concept of being bred. Even without her heats, the thought filled her chest with butterflies.
“Wanna breed you…” his voice pulled her back to reality.
Amoretta licked her lips, grinning. “Then breed me, Alpha.”
He let out a playful growl, somehow finding the strength to roll her onto her front and grab her hips. He held onto her tightly enough to leave little red marks, but he never had to worry; she was strong. She was made for him. He knew that she could take whatever he gave her.
“Want my knot?” The soldier asked, toying with her wet folds for a few moments before he shoved his cock inside of her.
“Y-yes, Alpha!” She squealed, pussy immediately tightening around him. She had grown so used to his size by now, she hardly even needed any preparation to take him. Her body accepted his girth eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel his knot catching on her.
He groaned appreciatively as he began thrusting in and out of her, setting a lazy pace for himself. “‘M gonna fill you up, Omega...gonna fill you up, get you nice and pupped…”
Her cheeks were flushed as she listened to him, skin burning as her alpha fucked her. She loved the sound of his voice. She loved everything about him.
“Please,” she moaned, melting down against the sheets.
“Yeah?” He let go of her hips, moving both hands to hold her ass. He gave it a squeeze, chest rumbling happily at the feeling of so much supple flesh in his grip. “Fuck, omega...my pretty ‘mega…”
She sighed happily, her pussy squeezing his cock as a little orgasm fluttered through her. He was good at that, and giving her those tiny little ones every so often with nothing but his words.
He snarled at the feeling. He wanted more.
A metal hand snaked around her front, finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. She immediately cried out, surprised by the sudden stimulation, and it wasn’t long before her thighs were shaking and she was a moaning, crying mess underneath her soldier. How did he know what to do? Why did he even care if she got off, when she was only there to please him?
He had to be more than just a flesh and bone HYDRA machine. She knew he had to be.
As she tipped over the edge, he followed close behind, his breath hot on the back of her neck as he bit into her shoulder. The pain felt dull, despite his massive fangs tearing into her. It always did; Amoretta was never worried about it, often sporting bruises and bite marks after her soldier mounted her. With the quickened healing abilities her body now had, nothing lasted very long before fading anyways.
She wished they would stick around, though. She wanted to feel claimed.
She felt his knot swelling and she sighed happily, slumping down onto the cot as he pressed his chest against her back. He began lazily licking at her shoulder, swiping his tongue over the bloody wound to soothe it.
“One day,” he grumbled, “One day, ‘m gonna mark you.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Wh-what?” She asked, looking back at him.
He nodded, sure of himself. “You’re my omega. An’ one day, I’m gonna make sure everybody knows.”
How many years did she spend there, in HYDRA’S compounds? After the first, it was easy to lose track. She was kept on a monotonous schedule that consisted of a few feedings a day, exercise sessions, and the occasional “doctor’s visit.” Those always just meant that her suppressants were being increased, as her body was growing steadily angrier about them. She was building up a tolerance, the doctor said, and they would simply have to keep ramping up her dosage.
She dared to ask why they couldn’t just let her have heats like normal, and the answer was simply that they didn’t have the facilities ready to raise super soldier pups. The thought of being separated from her own offspring mortified her; it was bad enough that she was always so far away from her alpha, and she knew she couldn’t bear to give up her pups for some twisted HYDRA program.
So she shut up, and learned to deal with the side effects of the suppressants. They made her constantly nauseous, not enough to make her vomit, but definitely enough that she was uncomfortable all day. As her dosage increased, so did her headaches, and there were moments she considered begging the doctors to take her off of them so that she could feel at least some relief.
But she knew that would be a bad idea. She had to continue acting like she had absolutely no interest in returning to her normal heat cycle, or else risk HYDRA thinking about how quickly they could get things ready to start a new super soldier program. Amoretta wanted to keep their minds off of it for as long as she possibly could, and it seemed like she was successful; it never came up during her visits to the lab, the doctors seeming much more focused on how to keep her from getting pregnant at all.
It was for the best. She knew that. But part of her whined and yearned to be allowed to start a little family with her alpha, even though he hadn’t given her a bond mark. With every rut she spent with him, she felt herself growing more and more comfortable at his side, wishing more and more that they were normal people. She wanted to live that life in Brooklyn with him, to smell fresh air again instead of the recycled oxygen they pumped through the compound.
Sometimes, Amoretta was moved to different facilities. They were always underground, always just as gray and dingy as all the others. The guards always tranquilized her in order to transport her, and she would wake up in a similar, yet different cell from the last, groggy and even more nauseous than usual. She figured they were moving both her and the soldier around, depending on where they wanted to send him off on missions. She just wished that she could go outside once in a while, too.
One night, she got her chance.
She woke up early, her body fighting off the tranquilizer she had been given. She could tell that she was in a cramped, dark transport crate, moonlight filtering in through the air holes on the top of it. Fresh air was coming in, too, the scent of grass and pine filling her nose. It smelled so delicious that she was gulping in lungfulls, immediately shifting to press her face up against one of the holes.
It was small, barely large enough for her to see out of it, but she could spot a few twinkling stars up above her.
She wanted more.
The crate was heavy, reinforced with metal bars meant to keep her in and the soldier out, but she was determined. She hadn’t seen the outdoors in...shit, decades?
A few good kicks was all it took before she was scrambling out, bare toes digging into the dirt as she stood and looked around. She was in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, a few trucks idling nearby as HYDRA workers moved supplies into the compound.
As soon as they noticed her, she ran, sprinting off into the trees. She could hear shouting behind her, but she didn’t stop, too excited by the feeling of the wind against her bare skin. The night air was cool and refreshing, and as she skidded to a stop at the edge of a field, she could hardly believe she was really outside.
Turning her eyes up to the sky, she let out a happy gasp. The moon was full and bright, an entire galaxy of stars twinkling in the inky blackness of space. Amoretta hadn’t realized how much she missed it.
Heavy footsteps drew her attention away from the stars, but she didn’t turn to look. She could smell her alpha approaching, his scent seeming more curious than angry now that he had found her. He was alone, free of the entourage of guards she had expected to come after her.
“Omega,” he growled, his low voice rumbling.
“Look at them,” she sighed.
He stepped up next to her, his side brushing hers. “At what?” His blue eyes were scanning the treeline, searching for anything that could be threatening his omega. When he found nothing, he tilted his head to look down at her curiously. “What is it?”
“The stars,” she sighed again.
He watched her face for a moment, surprised to find her smiling up at the sky. When he finally followed her gaze, he paused to admire the stars. He never really did that, did he? Whenever HYDRA let him out, he was sent with strict orders. There was never any time for stargazing. Though...it was nice, and the look on his omega’s face was even nicer.
“That’s Ursa Major,” she said, pointing up to a collection of stars. “See? It’s a bear.”
The soldier snorted. “I don’t see a bear.”
“Then look harder.”
She glanced over to see him actually squinting, the lower half of his face obscured by the black mask he wore on missions. The sight made her laugh, quiet giggles quickly turning into full, hearty laughter that had her gripping her sides. There he was, a huge, terrifying super soldier, the most dangerous assassin in the world, and he was trying to figure out constellations.
“What?” his head whipped around to look down at her.
“N-nothing,” she giggled.
He gave her an exasperated look. “Are you laughing at me?”
“I might be.” she nudged his side with her shoulder. “You’re just...cute. That’s all.”
She could see him raise an eyebrow. “Cute?”
“Mhm. You know, this is the first time I’ve seen you outside of a rut.” she leaned against him, looking up with big doe eyes. “I like it.”
His chest puffed up a little as he looked down at her. “You do?”
“Good,” his throat rumbled with a low purr. “I have to take you back now.”
She deflated with a sigh. “Already?”
“Not safe out here.”
“There’s nothing out here scarier than you, Alpha.”
His purr grew louder, a little more smug. “You’re right. But I have orders.”
“Can we stay for just another minute?” she pleaded. “Then you can drag me back.”
The soldier considered her offer. He really did enjoy watching her gaze up at the stars, and he had no idea when he would get this chance again. “...Fine.”
Amoretta smiled. “Thank you, Alpha.”
His arm found its way around her waist, pulling her up against him. “You like stars, omega?”
“I used to sit outside and look at them every night back home,” she said. “Well, when it was clear.”
She nodded. “I grew up in this quaint little village, tucked away in the mountains...at the foot of the alps.”
He cocked his head. Something about the alps...it felt like there was a memory nudging at the back of his mind, but he didn’t know why. Maybe he had gone there on a mission? HYDRA was good at always wiping his memory between outings. It was hard to tell where he had been.
“Let’s go.” he said, suddenly uncomfortable.
Amoretta didn’t resist as he scooped her up, instead resting her cheek against his chest and trying to surround herself with his scent while he walked. She could tell that something was bothering him, but with no idea what, and with him nearing the HYDRA base, there was little she could do to try and pry it out of him.
She would just have to wait and try again during his next rut.
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Did anyone ask for some a/b/o winterbaron smut?
No? Tough, you’ve got some.
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** = NSFW
Nesting - Kiribaku x Reader ABO
Incubus!Bakugo x Male Reader **
House Party ** - Dabi x Reader
She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot ** - Pro Hero Bakugou x Reader ABO
The Silent Treatment - Omega!Bakugou x Alpha!reader ABO
It’s Been A Long, Long Time ** - When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic! *MULTI PART SERIES*
(BOP) Victor Zsasz:
The Dismemberment Song ** - Zsasz takes a liking to one of the burlesque dancers at Roman’s club. *TWO PARTS*
Zsasz x Assassin!Reader **
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It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader part one 18+ only
Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!
Warnings: NSFW, knotting, abo, smut, mild dubcon
Request are OPEN! I would love to write more Bucky stuff!
Also posted on AO3
Part one | Part Two | Part three |
In a world full of massive, snarling, strong alphas, nobody wanted to use something as small and physically weak as an omega to do war. Omegas were better suited for other things, like nurturing, and giving life. The alphas were the ones who fought and maimed and killed and protected and hunted. It wasn’t even until relatively recently that omegas even had many rights in the modern world, and there were still plenty of traditionalists who stuck to the old ideals. Omegas were for breeding and claiming and little more. Though those ideas were fading, there would always be those who believed that there were things omegas couldn’t and shouldn’t do--
And fighting was at the top of that list.
Omegas weren’t built for it. They were sturdy, sure, to help them withstand the ruts of big alphas who couldn’t control themselves, but they were generally small, and, many believed, unable to fend for themselves. Their role, their purpose, was to be claimed and bred by big strong alphas, and that was that. It made sense; after all, someone needed to stay and care for the pups, or else there would be little chance of survival. Throughout most of history, survival wasn’t something that was ever guaranteed, and having a secondary gender that was intended for rearing offspring greatly increased the likelihood that pups would make it to adulthood. Alphas were bigger and stronger, natural leaders, always ready to fight and defend their territory and their pack, and omegas were always there to carry the young.
And that was that. Omegas weren’t meant to be warriors. Their only place on the battlefield was in the medic tent, where they could tend to wounded alphas and betas. It was nearly unheard of in many places for there to be omega soldiers, even infantry.
Until the twentieth century.
The catastrophic proportions of both World Wars brought with them an all hands on deck mentality. In the states, male omegas were being drafted along with the others, newly-invented heat and rut suppressants meaning that they could all work together without the danger of blunders thanks to anyone’s natural cycle. Back home, not only were alpha and beta women suddenly flooding the workforce while the men were overseas, but omegas were joining them. It was unprecedented, and began to change many minds. Maybe omegas were useful for more than incubators. Maybe they could work.
They still weren’t the best choice for hands on, tactical things, though. While there were omegas in the army, they rarely became officers, because who was going to want to listen to them? They weren’t natural born fighters, and they were hardwired to obey alphas. They were better as battle fodder, extras to pad out the numbers. They certainly weren’t anyone’s first choice for special missions or programs.
When HYDRA got their soldier and programmed his brain, they were pleased. The big alpha, James Buchanan Barnes, had survived the super soldier serum, and with his mind wiped and his old life far away from him, he was the perfect assassin. The Winter Soldier was strong, well trained, and easy to control, when given the proper commands. The serum made him practically unkillable, and he had the speed and strength to rival that annoying Captain America.
Unfortunately, the serum also made his ruts much harder to suppress. HYDRA would never permit him to settle down with an omega, of course not...but an omega was the only thing that could ease his rut cycle. Without one, he could spend a week snarling and pining, absolutely useless. With one, he was only out of the field for a few days. Until they could develop better suppressants, their only solution was to give him an omega.
Unfortunately, they weren’t very good at surviving him.
He didn’t like any of them, not really. He never meant to kill them, never really tried, but HYDRA had a habit of starving the poor things before they tossed them into the lion’s den, and they just couldn’t keep up. The soldier used them to alleviate his ruts, always mechanical in his movements, and that was that.
HYDRA didn’t particularly care whether the omegas lived or died, but they did reach a point where it was getting to be a bit ridiculous to catch so many for their soldier. Someone along the way had the bright idea to simply make a stronger omega, one who could withstand their asset’s forcefulness. Giving the serum to an omega was such a ridiculous idea that it just might work, and so they did, and oh, did they get lucky with the omega they chose.
Taking scent samples from several omegas they already had, they presented them to the soldier, allowing him to choose. It was, perhaps, the one time they had ever given him a sense of autonomy over himself and his life. It was the one time he had any freedom, despite the incredibly controlled circumstances.
While strapped down to a familiar chair, he watched the doctors pacing around. He was expecting the familiar agony of having his mind refreshed before a new mission, or maybe even the chill of preparation to go into cryo for a few years until he was needed again. Instead, they presented him with strong-smelling test tubes, each one unmistakably omega. He inhaled their scents with mild interest, none seeming to particularly stand out...until they reached the last.
Amoretta Arancini was a young adult female omega, whose file stated that she was “a kicker.” From the moment she had been captured with the intent to be given to the soldier for a rut, she had clawed and kicked and bitten at anyone and everyone who came into contact with her. She was nearly impossible to deal with, and had the soldier not immediately flared his nostrils and strained against the leather straps that held him down, she would have been finally put down.
Neither she nor Bucky knew it, but he was the only reason she was allowed to live.
The soldier was placed back into his usual cell, and the doctors set about gathering the unruly omega he had chosen. It only made sense that the big, killer alpha would go for a positively savage little monster of an omega, after all.
They administered the serum, unsure whether an omega would even survive it, and by the time their soldier’s next rut came around, she was ready. If she could withstand him, she would have a purpose within HYDRA, and they would be able to stop wasting so much time on finding new omegas for him to burn through.
She was given double the suppressants he was. They didn’t care if she experienced side effects; after all, her only job was to present herself to the soldier at the start of every rut. She didn’t need to be out in the field. If that meant she was groggy and nauseous all the time, who cared? It seemed to work, keeping her heat and fertility at bay while leaving her lucid enough to get the asset through his cycle. The last thing HYDRA needed was an unscheduled heat or pregnancy to deal with.
“The asset is entering his rut. Bring in the omega.” A voice on the intercom said.
An alarm blared, a door slowly screeching open, revealing a cold cell, bare save for the cot against the wall. It was a cell specifically used to hold the soldier during his ruts, and now, it would also hold Amoretta.
She stumbled along, a beta guard with a cattle prod stalking behind her. She was naked, having been allowed to shower before meeting the soldier for the first time, her dark hair still damp as it fell behind her shoulders. It was the cleanest her skin had felt in weeks, so she could only be so angry about it...but she was still angry.
With the threat of electricity behind her, she entered the empty cell. A door slammed shut the moment she stepped in, another sliding open on the other side of the small room.
His scent hit her like a freight train. Motor oil, earth, and cloves...Amoretta’s lip raised in a sneer, partly because she had a feeling she knew what was coming, and partly so that she could try to disguise the way she suddenly began salivating.
Sure enough, just as she suspected, the biggest alpha she had ever seen in her life came stalking in, eyes dark and wild as he searched for the omega he had smelled on his way in. His chest was heaving, sweat prickling his brow, and as his musky rut-scent wove around Amoretta, she swallowed hard. She definitely knew what was coming next.
She had never seen the asset before, but she had heard whispers and seen the other omegas they offered up to him. Before she was injected with the serum, she lived in a cramped cell with several others, and whenever someone was dragged out, it was always a toss up whether they would return or not. When they did return, they were never in good shape.
Now she could see why.
He was predatory in his movements, dark hair falling in his eyes as he stalked toward her. The door slammed shut the moment he was clear of it, and suddenly, Amoretta was trapped with him. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide from what was quite possibly the most dangerous alpha in the world. If he decided he wanted her, she would have no choice. If he decided he didn’t want her...she would probably die, either by his hand, or HYDRA’s.
She stood as still as she could, watching him with level eyes as he sized her up. A large part of her was surprised that he hadn’t pounced yet, and as a low rumble started up in his chest, she sort of wished he would. The sound went straight to her core, her thighs pressing together of their own free will while she did everything she could to keep from biting her lip.
His nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal mounted and he pressed himself up against her. The soldier was still looking her over, taking a surprisingly long time to examine the omega standing before him, especially considering that he was rutting. He slowly lowered his head, inhaling deeply, brushing his nose over the scent gland on her neck. The rumbling in his chest grew louder, and this time, Amoretta couldn’t help the needy whine that escaped her throat.
The soldier’s hot tongue swept over her gland, his hands gripping her hips. He liked how she smelled. He liked how her flesh tasted.
He wanted more.
He gave her a small shove towards the cot, but as he did so, this little omega glaring up at him actually snapped. She bared her little teeth at him, trying to tell him to slow down, and he responded with a snarl of his own. His tore through his throat, a savage noise, and while it shut her up, it didn’t get rid of the harsh look she was shooting at him.
The asset wasn’t used to anyone, especially the omegas that HYDRA offered up to him, talking back. They usually went belly up for him the moment he stepped into the cell, behaving and presenting themselves for him to take. That’s what he preferred--a willing omega, whom he could enjoy for a few days. He didn’t like...whatever was going on here. Why was this one so upset with him? He wanted this omega to relax, to take him easily. His mind, usually so analytical and tactical, was clouded by his rut, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to do.
Amoretta saw the way that he hesitated and she lowered the lip she had raised. So he was capable of listening, after all. That was a good sign that he had some control over himself. Ever so slowly, she relaxed, allowing him to give her a little nudge. It was impressive that he was allowing her to set the pace, especially considering that his musky scent was growing heavier by the second. She definitely hadn’t expected him to be at all interested in what she wanted, and she had been pretty sure that he would just push her down and take what he considered his.
He was almost...gentle, though. Gentler than she thought possible from such a big alpha, at least. She turned and walked toward the cot of her own accord, knowing full well that she didn’t have much choice in how all of this was going to play out. If she was going to be knotted today, then she might as well try to enjoy it, right?
The way his scent made her mouth water gave her the feeling that that wouldn’t be too hard.
The soldier watched her with predatory eyes, following every movement closely. Absentmindedly, a hand drifted down to the loose pants he had been provided, palming his already hard cock through the fabric. He liked this omega. He liked how she looked, how she smelled, how she moved...he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her hips as they swayed slightly, a pleased rumble rising in his throat. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn’t wait. He was aching to be inside of her, to fill her up, to knot her...he wanted to make this omega his, and take care of her, and protect her, and he’d be damned if his captors got in the way of that.
Amoretta climbed onto the cot, her back still turned to the most dangerous alpha on the planet. All too aware that she was completely naked, she crawled onto her hands and knees, dipping down until her chest hit the sheets, her ass up in the air for him. Her primal, omega brain was clamoring for this chance to present before such a big, strong, handsome alpha, and as the cool air tickled at her, she couldn’t help but let out a shrill, needy whine. He was taking too long, and part of her was genuinely worried that he was going to reject her. She was doing everything right, she was submitting, she was in a very vulnerable position...so why wasn’t he already on top of her?
A tiny bead of slick trickled down her thigh as she glanced back to see him standing there with his hand on his bulge. Oh. So that’s what he was doing instead of jumping on her. At least he was turned on by the sight of her...right?
Wait. Why did she care? Why did she care at all what this terrifying alpha thought about her? This terrifying, big, strong...nice smelling...alpha…
If she weren’t on so many suppressants, she was absolutely sure her heat would have started then and there. He was so goddamn handsome, standing there all shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Her body wanted him, she wanted him, and if her hormones were allowed to do what they wanted, they would have been absolutely raging.
His nostrils were flared as he took in her scent, his blue eyes wild and his pupils totally blown out as he finally stalked towards her. His movements were brisk, filled with purpose, the bulge in his pants clearly visible even as she craned her neck to look back at him.
“A-alpha,” she whined, warmth rushing through her as she spoke.
The sound of her voice seemed to have an effect on him, a shudder rolling through his body.
“‘Mega,” he growled, voice impossibly low. “My ‘mega. So obedient...good girl.”
His words had her trembling.
All at once, he was shoving his pants down and grabbing for her hips, rubbing the length of his cock over her lips. She keened, more and more slick running down her thighs as he pressed the head inside of her. Even though she was loaded up on suppressants, her body wanted him, her cunt already dripping wet and relaxed enough to accommodate his sizable girth.
Still, the feeling of him stretching her out was absolutely delicious, eliciting a filthy moan that came pouring from her lips as she buried her head against the sheets. He wasn’t gentle by any means, thrusting into her as far as he could go before pulling back out roughly. His pace was harsh and quick, his body immediately caging her in as his chest pressed into her back. He was possessive, trying to hide her from the surveillance cameras he knew were situated in the upper corners of the cell. He didn’t want anyone else to see his omega, especially not while she was beneath him like this. She was his, and his alone.
As rough as he was, he was still paying attention to her. Somewhat, at least. He was well aware by this point that she was tougher than the other omegas HYDRA had given him, and he took the opportunity to sink into her deeper, fuck her better than he normally could have. She could take him, all of him, without complaint. She could withstand his harsh grip on her hair as he pulled her head up and forced her back to arch. She didn’t have any problems accepting what was happening to her, her body responding to him happily.
“Such a good omega,” he grunted, forcing his cock even further into her.
“I-I want your knot,” she whimpered, her voice surprisingly demanding considering the position she was in. “Fill me up, Alpha…”
How could he deny her?
When he had spilled his seed inside of her and his knot had inflated to a nearly painful extent, he wrapped an arm around her, holding her to his chest as he laid them both down on the cot. He was happy with his choice, with his omega. She was everything he wanted, and as his rut continued for the next few days, he had his way with her again, and again, and again, before HYDRA separated them once more.
The soldier snarled and roared, refusing to be taken away, but as soon as they recited his trigger words, he was compliant. Amoretta listened and watched, eyes wide as they led him away. She had only spent one rut with him, but she was already head over heels, her heart aching and pining for her alpha to come back to her.
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Ten:
"So, I've been thinking," Oliver started at dinner, carrying the dish of asparagus to the table.
"Uh oh," Bucky mocked, placing the mashed potatoes on the table, "This oughta be good."
Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes and swatted at his husband while the fifteen year old deadpanned, "Ha. So funny."
As Steve started cutting Bitsy's salmon, he prompted his oldest son, "What have you been thinking about, honey?"
"Okay," Oliver started, keeping his gaze on the table and folding his hands together. "Okay, so... You know how I can sign up for driver's training once I'm sixteen?"
Exchanging a look with his husband, Steve confirmed, "Yeah?" All the while, Bucky chuckled, "You're acting like you haven't been counting down the day for the past year and a half."
"Right," Oliver nodded and busied himself with placing some of the garlic butter asparagus on his plate. "So, I was talking with Rhodey --"
"Oh, this oughta really be good," Bucky commented, handing Cori her plate.
Rolling his eyes again, Steve set Bitsy's plate in front of her while picking up Nevie's. While he started cutting up her salmon, Bucky reclined in his seat, focusing on Oliver. Knowing that whatever their son had come up with -- especially if it involved his friends -- would definitely be entertaining, at the very least.
"I was talking with Rhodey," Oliver repeated, giving his dad a pointed look to see if he was going to say anything now. When Bucky mimed zipping his lips and locking it with a key, Oliver continued, "And Rhodey said that his parents agreed to go in half with him for a car."
Handing Nevie her plate, Steve glanced at Bucky. The pair shared a look. Sure, they knew that this conversation would eventually happen. But he hadn't been expecting it before the teen even knew how to drive.
For a while, no one said anything, so Oliver looked at his parents expectantly from opposite ends of the dining table and asked, "So, what d'ya think?"
"About..." Bucky trailed off before being the little shit that he was and teasing, "What do I think about Rhodey's parents agreeing to help him pay for a car? I think that's a great idea. Rhodey really deserves it."
Not even addressing Bucky now, Oliver turned to look at Steve and asked, "So?"
Looking across the table to his mate, Steve quirked an eyebrow, but didn't vocalize his question. Not that the pair needed to speak to understand each other. Not after sixteen years together. Not after six kids.
Redirecting his attention to his dinner, Steve told the eager fifteen year old, "I'll think about it."
"Really?" Oliver perked, reaching for his cellphone.
"Hey," Bucky reprimanded, "You know the rules."
Sighing, Oliver left his phone in his pocket and started eating. Across from him, Kit asked, "Wait, if Ollie gets a car, does that mean that we all get cars?"
Bucky barked out a laugh at that and almost snorted apple juice out of his nose. Steve shook his head and Finn even smirked. And ever since the twelve year old got braces, it always seemed like a success, even if the smile wasn't the one he used to give. Steve still smiled and winked when Finn looked over at him.
Kit kept laughing at his own joke while Cori said, "I want a Barbie car!"
"Me too!" Bitsy excitedly added, "A blue one!"
"Ooh, or a yellow one!" Nevie contributed around a mouthful of food.
Shaking his head, Steve reminded the six year old, "Don't talk with your mouth full."
"Sorry, papa," she quietly apologized, slightly sliding down in her seat.
"It's okay, sweetie," Steve assured, reaching over to give her shoulder a comforting squeeze.
"What did you do in school today?" Bucky asked none of the kids in particular.
"We learned single-digs condition," Cori informed, getting garlic butter on her chin.
Bucky's brows furrowed, "What's that?"
"Where you put the numbers together to get a bigger number," Nevie explained.
"Like, two plus two is four," Bitsy clarified with a proud grin on her face.
"Single-digit addition," Finn corrected his sister.
With all the sass she could muster in her petite little body, Cori looked at her brother, "That's what I said."
The twelve year old rolled his eyes and focused on his dinner. Steve noticed the way that the boy was moving his jaw like it hurt and passed the bowl of mashed potatoes. After all, Steve could only imagine what kind of pain the pre-teen was in.
"So, what's three plus two?" Bucky asked the girls.
Steve pressed his lips together when each of the triplets held up their fingers and counted. Nevie was the one to figure it out first, "Five!"
"Good job," Bucky smiled, giving her one of his infamous winks.
"I know that three plus three is six!" Cori exclaimed, wanting some attention.
"It sure is," Bucky confirmed, leaning over to ruffle her hair. Even though she was smiling, she still narrowed her eyes and attempted to fix her long brown waves. Bucky's smile only grew as he redirected his attention to his husband, "I think it's safe to say that we have the smartest kids."
"Definitely," Steve agreed, looking around the table at their kids. Priding himself with how they were healthy and happy. Loving them even more because every time he looked at them, he saw Bucky's features looking back at him.
"They get it from you," Bucky added, causing Steve to playfully roll his eyes while affection flowed effortlessly between them through the bond.
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