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fandomfluffandfuck · 10 months

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YOU'RE FREEEEE yessss to celebrate I think we should talk about sub!Alpha Steve with hyperspermia and dom!Omega Bucky teasing him so bad that he's leaking down his own ass crack, creating his own slick for Sir

Listen--

You know what this made me think of that has me frothing at the mouth?

Puppy alpha Steve.

Puppy alpha Steve as in, he's an alpha, but he's so perfectly pathetic, too. Not what you would expect an alpha to be. Not a leading wolf running down prey and howling at the moon, but a puppy trailing after it's owner making sad noises because it's not getting enough attention.

Helpless and subby.

Steve is an alpha that will get on his knees for his omega, no questions asked. He will get on his knees for his omega, no prompting needed. It's not about his designation as an alpha. It's about his innermost instincts that can't help but want a firm hand. He's always loved bossy omegas. He can't help it.

Those instincts to heel and obey for his omega are doubled by two factors;

1. His cock

2. And his balls.

And, no, that's not just a more convoluted way to say that Steve thinks with his dick when he gets horny, rendering him more than a little pathetic and dumb. I literally mean his cock and his balls. Because here's the thing--

They're big.

Not only is Steve an alpha with a large cock, he's a generously endowed alpha. He has a larger than normal large alpha cock. And, his balls are fit to match--his heavy, full balls that are honestly, actual fucking art (just ask his omega).

However, these two factors also create two challenges for Steve:

1. Whenever Steve gets hard within a short time frame, he gets dizzy because of all the blood that is needed to fill his big cock

2. And whenever Steve cums, it's a lot. He's fertile. His balls can hold a lot, enough to drown his omega. Plus, the amount that he cums only gets to be more and more if he's denied--not allowed to orgasm for extended periods of time.

Bucky loves this about his alpha.

He will intentionally make himself seem busy throughout the work week, coming home from work only to spend his time cooking, cleaning, doing other necessary adult responsibilities around the house, or "working" on his laptop. His pretend work usually includes typing nonsense on his laptop or looking at images on his laptop and making considering, serious, thinking faces. When he does that, he always makes sure that he sits in the armchair that is up against the wall, so Steve can't see what he's doing. By the time dinner is ready, Bucky will stop, eat dinner with Steve, and be present. He might even throw in a few complaints about working "overtime" to sell the charade even more. Then, when they cuddle on the couch after dinner, Bucky will let himself fall asleep on Steve's shoulder. Giving off "I'm too tired to fuck, sorry, baby," vibes to the best of his ability.

And his sweet Steve, he will try maybe once or twice... looking at him with his metaphorical puppy ears perked up and his eyes wide and begging, but, once Bucky tells him, no, not tonight, Steve backs off. He'll offer to give Bucky a foot or shoulder rub instead, tail half tucked between his legs. Most the time, Bucky will let him, too weak to deny his alpha. But, occasionally, he'll say no to really ramp up the tension. No touching at all. Make him hungry for it.

Make him hungry for it.

When Bucky is ready, he'll do something that he knows gets to his alpha all at once.

He'll wear one of Steve's old shirts. One of the ones that're worn indecently thin with a gaping neckline that shows off his throat, collar bones, and Steve's mating bite scarred into his skin. He'll do some light stretching in their living room in full view of Steve. He'll... He'll do yoga in Steve's shirt, a pair of briefs, and nothing else.

And before he can even get out of downward dog, hiding his smirk by letting his hair fall out of its loose tie to curtain his face, Steve will be next to him. Vibrating distractingly.

"You need something, Stevie?"

Steve can't even really make words. He just swallows audibly.

Bucky gets up, nice and slow. Standing up to his full height. A few inches shorter than his alpha. He raises an eyebrow, inquiring again.

This time, Steve whimpers.

Bucky stretches; arms over his head, exposing his soft tummy. Then he rolls his neck, cracking it, showing off his jaw and mating bite.

Steve stumbles forward, his big paws landing on Bucky's hips. Clumsy.

"What, honey?" Bucky asks, deceptively innocent.

Steve, who hasn't gotten to have anything in almost a week and a half, buries his face in the junction between Bucky's shoulder and neck. Breathing in his scent deeply with a moan.

Bucky can feel the moment his knees weaken. It's the same moment that Steve's dick jerks and twitches, progressing from half hard to all the way hard.

Bucky's hands, lightning fast, reach out to grab for that fucking cock. Squeezing him. Causing Steve to fall against Bucky desperately. A wordless little shout comes out of his gaped lips--his face still buried against Bucky. Needing his omega and dom.

"Aw," Bucky coos, "you're so hard, aren't you, alpha?"

Steve nods jerkily.

"Does it hurt, baby? Are you all achy, right here?" Bucky rubs the heel of his hand against the line of his dick. He fancies that he can feel his knot already. Beginning to swell.

"Y-yeah," Steve forces out. He already sounds near tears.

Perfect. 😈

"I bet you are," Bucky sighs. Continuing to feel him up but letting his hand wander lower at the same time, from the thick, impressive line of his cock to his heavy balls, "how about these? How do they feel?"

"H-hot," Steve whines, shaking all over now. Before long, they're going to have to move to the bed, the couch, or maybe the floor. Bucky isn't strong enough to hold up all the muscle and height that is his alpha.

"Mmm-hmm," he encourages, "are they all hot and heavy?"

"Yes," Steve gasps. "Yes, sir!"

"They full of the cum you're gonna give me?" He squeezes his balls meanly. A little too tight and hard. His touch must be sending radiating sparking of intense pleasure-pain through Steve, evidenced by--

"Buuck!"

The cute wail he lets out.

"Are they?" He demands.

"Uh-huh!"

"Yeah," he's cocky, he can't help it, "been making you save up so you can really fill me up like I deserve. I don't wanna be able to hold it all, alpha. I want it dripping outta me, no matter how fat your knot is."

"Oh," Steve says stupidly, his open mouth hot on Bucky's collarbone.

Bucky goes back to feeling up his throbbing dick. His knot is a little more swollen. Yeah, he's on edge. His other hand waves into Steve's golden hair, pulling his head back, exposing his throat in the way that alphas are trained to never do, but, his weak, weak for him, alpha loves, and the look on his face...

Pure desperation.

Desperation that only deepens when Bucky asks him, "and when do you get to fill me up? When do you get to fuck and knot your tight omega?"

He moans.

"When?" Bucky pulls harder, squeezing his knot hard.

"Ah, oh, oh, when--gah! When you say, sir, only when you tell me I can!"

"That's right," Bucky purrs, "now c'mon, bedroom." He drops his hold on Steve, selfishly wanting to watch Steve walk unsteadily to their bedroom. He looks like a newborn deer. Shaky. His eyes are black and hazy. Trailing after Bucky as if he's in a trance, close enough that Bucky could have slipped a collar around his throat and led him with a leash.

Jesus. That's quite the thought...

Steve is the most obscene fever-red from his hairline all the way to his peaked nipples. His glistening, sweaty chest heaves as he cries, "please, sir!"

When he begs, his hips jerk up hard and uncontrollably into Bucky's slick heat. Bucky lets himself moan gluttonously.

God. That feels good.

"Wanna knot!" He's fucking pouting. His lips are red and loose and swollen from all the times he's bitten his own bottom lip because his jaw aches to bite, and Bucky is too far away to reach, riding him. "'M gonna knot. Kn--nngh, mmm, ah!" He makes more nonsense sounds. Unable to hold them back. Unable to do anything but beg. His hands are tied to either side of the headboard, and his ankles are also spread and tied.

Completely at Bucky's mercy.

Steve's already sat through Bucky preparing himself, straddling his hips just above his hard cock, moaning and fucking his fingers into himself with one hand. Bucky's other hand was busy trailing down his chest, touching himself, then, while swiveling his hips like a fucking dancer, he dragged his hand up his flexing thighs. He touched himself like a lover. Like Steve would touch him if he wasn't restrained. Then, he sat through Bucky making himself squirt, rubbing and pressing on his slick glands to make a fucking mess over Steve's twitching abs. And THEN, he had to grit his teeth and bear it when Bucky sunk down on his cock inch by inch, telling Steve how good his thick cock filled him up and how nice it is to be stretched. By the time his cock was entirely inside Bucky, he wanted to cum. Bucky wouldn't give him permission.

Bucky still hasn't given him permission.

It feels like it's been days.

Like he's been strung out on this bed for days, tied and thrashing his head back and forth, begging uselessly, "please! It's gonna be a b-big one. I wanna knot! Please! I can fill you up, sir. Wanna fill you up!"

Bucky leans back, letting Steve's thick, perfectly curved cock bulge the smooth skin of his lower tummy. He rubs the tip of his cock through his belly. Steve convulses. Bucky pants, "b-but I'm having so, so-oh much fun with your cock. I don't think I'm done with it yet."

"Please!" Steve is hysterical.

He stops circling his hips, sitting heavily on Steve's hips, taking his dick as deep as he can get it, and making it bulge his belly. Instead, Bucky goes back to bouncing.

The wet slap, slap, slap of their skin, the needy sounds of Steve, completely un-alpha like, and the breathy punched-out exhales from Bucky are the only thing filling the sex-thick air of their bedroom for minutes on end. Steve is falling apart. Shaking. Spread wide. His knot is as swollen as it can get without actually popping. Bucky is squeezing him just right. He's pretty sure Bucky is gonna ring another orgasm out of himself before he's allow his. But--

Bucky surprises him. Leaning forward. Getting down onto his forearms and pressing back onto Steve's dick. Caressing his sweaty, hot face, Bucky whispers into his gaped mouth, "well..."

Steve arches his neck, moaning recklessly at the consideration Bucky is making.

"I do like cumming when I'm stuffed," he says, nice and low.

Steve can't even nod. Their wet mouths are pressed together. Not kissing, trying to devour each other.

Bucky sits back up.

"I guess, you can cum," he shrugs with a feral smile--a Cheshire grin.

Steve can't process it.

So, Bucky helps him. He slaps a hand down across his chest, catching a hypersensitive nipple and setting his entire chest on fire. "Cum, alpha," Bucky barks at him, "now."

Yes. Sir.

All Steve catches before whiting out, carried off the cliff into the void of pure pleasure by the intensity of his orgasm, his balls tightening and his knot swelling so suddenly, breaking him into a million peices, is Bucky arching his back, both of his hands on his belly. His lock squeezes Steve so impossibly good. Rippling. Wet. He's cumming at the same time. His voice hits a new octave. High. Shouting.

But the whole time, he keeps his hands on his belly, caressing himself pornographically.

Feeling it as Steve pumps him full.

Fuck.

Steve realizes what he's doing, feeling the way Steve fills him, and he can't.

That went a different way than what you described, but I hope you enjoyed it either way. I couldn't help that,, sometimes writing just gets away from you, y'know? This DEFINITELY got away from me 😏

I'm really back to filling requests with a bang, haha.

P.s. if you enjoyed this ask, then you should check out this one, too.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #omegaverse #omega bucky #alpha steve #dom bucky #sub steve #big sub steve

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 2 months

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Gold Rush

by QueenOfSwords1312

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Robin Buckley (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Roommates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Eddie Munson, dating apps, Sexting, is it mistaken identity if you don't know the identity of the person you're talking to?, Steve POV, Eddie Munson Falls First but Steve Harrington Falls Harder, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Miscommunication, Insecure Steve Harrington, Slight Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Panic Attacks, Light Dom/sub, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, for a bit, gender neutral terms for sex organs, Intersex Male Omegas, Scenting, Breeding Kink, Discussions of BDSM dynamics, Steve's six nuggets and a Winnebago dream, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sort Of, it's kind of induced but they're both still very coherent and consenting, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Birth Control, Eddie "Vice Grip" Munson, Steve "Big Boy" Harrington, size kink i guess?, Oop forgot, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting Words: 9,433 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Gold Rush: a cocktail made of whiskey or bourbon, lemon, and honey💛🥃 ——— Alpha Steve joins a dating app in hopes that meeting someone will help him get over his crush on his roommate. It has... mixed results.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #5-10k #au modern #au omegaverse #au college #roommates #alpha steve #omega eddie #mutual pining #miscommunication #hurt/comfort #au no upside down

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fsbc-librarian · 9 months

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Category Update!

New fics added!

Actor

Alpha Bucky

Alpha Steve

Arranged Marriage

Artist

💜💜💜💜💜

All categories have been updated with new fics

#stucky #fsbc #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fsbc library #fanfiction #fanfic #stevebucky #fic rec #library #category updates #actor #alpha Bucky #alpha steve #arranged marriage #artist

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 1 year

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Steddie Mating Run AU, Ouroboros

Mating jewelry, while not required, was a very important symbol in relationships. Alphas specially hand crafting a sign of their love for the person they cherished the most. But now a days, it was considered cheesy as hell. Still, that didn't stop Steve from heading to the jewelry store in the mall in hopes of finding something to impress his kind of, not really, mate.

It was a busy Sunday afternoon when Steve arrived at the shop near the corner of the mall. Approaching the counter near the front, Steve was greeted by a collection of big, bright gemstones that demanded attention. Every time Steve's mother came home, she was wearing something new his father bought. To some people, it would seem like his father cared about his mother. But Steve knew it was him establishing his ownership over her. She'd been very eager to tell a nine year old Steve this while black out drunk.

"I never wanted you. " He clearly remembered her saying as she laid spread out over the sofa in their foyer. Barely maintaining her grip on the glass of wine in her hand. They had a party earlier that night and his dad disappeared upstairs with one of his "friends" from work. His mother responded the only way she could, by trying to drink enough to forget about everything around her. Steve couldn't remember why he came downstairs that night. He was supposed to stay in his room when they had grown-up parties. Yet he still ended up in the living room, staring up in confusion at his mother as she stumbled to her feet. Letting out a strangled groan as she almost tripped over her child. Her neck was in his face, adorned by the necklace his father gave her. A choker that he now realized was more of a collar.

"God, you look just like him," she slurred out, "he took me when he knew I didn't have a choice. Now I'm stuck with a cheating prick of a husband and a disappointment for a kid." The woman took another sip of the wine. "Why couldn't you have been a girl? Maybe I could at least stand you if...if..." She trailed off before she could finish, the glass of wine falling on the floor before she completely passed out. It was one of the few times Steve saw his mom's real face. Not the one she put on to look like a picture-perfect family.

The memory faded and Steve was back in the jewelry shop. Staring down at the case specifically for mating jewelry. Frowning at the diamond necklace on a headless mannequin. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...

"Do you need help finding anything?"

Steve jumped at the voice, turning to see a store attendant smiling at him. The woman was a few years older than him. Her name tag read Olivia.

"Ugh, I don't know." Steve reached into his jacket, fishing around in his pocket and pulling out one of the rings he (temporarily) stole from Eddie to get an idea for size. Pulling it out revealed a silver skull with its teeth bared. Olivia's eyes fell on the ring and she raised an eyebrow at the piece of metal. "He doesn't know I'm here. And he thinks stuff like this is out of date and weird, but I want to show him this is important to me."

"And he's an omega?" Steve nodded.

"Yeah. I don't want to be one of those guys who's weirdly possessive about this kind of thing but I still want to get him something nice." Steve held the ring out to the woman who took it. Looking the piece over with a loud hum before she spoke.

"I think I have something you might be interested in." Steve followed her to the curtained off area. Waiting as she pulled it back to reveal shelves upon shelves of cases. Steve did his best not to focus on the way her body was positioned in front of him. As far as she knew, he already had a mate. Instead, he stared at the carpeted floor and waited until she let out a small "a-ha!". Looking up, Steve watched as she pulled away with a small box. It was covered in a thin layer of dust. The woman wiped it away before opening it to reveal a small silver band. Pulling it out, she revealed it was a braided snake eating its own tail. Glints of purple and red shone through the loops to represent scales. "We got this one in a while ago. It's called the Ouroboros. It's not our shiniest piece, but it seems in line with your partner's tastes."

If there was any jewelry piece in the world that screamed Eddie, this was it. Looking at the price tag at the edge of the box, Steve already knew Eddie would freak if he found out Steve spent this much on him, but it was a goodwill gift more than anything. He didn't need to know how much it actually cost.

"I'll take it."

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #au #steve x eddie #alpha steve #omega eddie #omegaverse #mating run au #abo au

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billyharringson · 4 months

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I seem to be on a 'writing slightly darker and more fucked up things' kick right now.

Title: To Keep Good Company

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Harringrove

Warnings: Non-con/rape

Additional tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Billy Hargrove, Alpha Steve Harrington, induced heat, induced rut, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Forced Bonding, Intersex Omega Biology, Alternate Universe - Historical, non-consensual voyerism, Claiming Bites, Public Claiming, Semi-Public Sex, Collars, Bondage, Steve an Billy are forced into heat and rut, Arranged Marriage, Mpreg, Knotting

Summary:

The day that William Hargrove had been born Cornelius had sighed in disappointment. That his first-born child should be an Omega, and a male one at that, felt like a cruel trick of fate. However, as William grew and Cornelius began to see the way other Alphas eyes would linger, as people became beguiled by his beauty, he realised that he could turn this misfortune to his advantage.

Cornelius had always been power hungry, discontented with his meagre position in society. So he decided to use his biggest disappointment to elevate the house of Hargrove.

This was how, on the night of William’s 17th birthday, many years past the legal age at which he could and should have been mated, a minor noble like Cornelius found himself playing host to the duke and duchess of Hawkins.

AO3: To Keep Good Company - Chapter 1 - Jad3w1ngs - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

#billy hargrove #fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #harringrove #omegaverse #omega billy #alpha steve

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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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Like the Wolf Steve/Eddie Werewolf AU: Touchy

First One: Link

A cute landing page I made where one of the links refuses to work because it sucks, I’m working on it: link

Reminder: This is not a/b/o, this is more “paranormal romance that inspired Twilight.” My version of Alphas and Omegas runs like a mixmash of Patricia Brigg’s, Ilonia Andrew’s, and Carrie Vaughn’s. There is no second gender, werewolves establish a hierarchy within a pack by who is most dominant/submissive, with two Alpha’s to a pack and Omegas being an extremely rare gift. Direct eye contact is considered a challenge and society has evolved to accept multiple types of Packs, including ones that include others beyond werewolves. All is explained in fic.

Capitol P Pack stands for the full-bore Magical Bond kind, lower case stands for the more social ones.

WARNINGS: Not a whole lot I feel like? I mention Patrick’s death but it breezed right on by.

Steve Harrington was touchy.

Not like Eddie was touchy, all bouncing energy, in and out of your face.

His was more…subtle.

Dare Eddie even say, proper.

Hand on the lower back, a gentle hold on the shoulder, offered elbows and arms kind of thing, the stuff straight from romance books the world over.

He'd even caught Eddie twice, one of which Eddie wasn't even falling in his direction for.

Eddie could physically track how comfortable Steve was growing purely by how many times he found the younger wolf handling him, and carefully concealed observation showed Steve was like this with his entire Pack.

Which meant that, maybe, there was some truth to Henderson's taunting, rather than just pure blatant hope that his two favorite older wolves would fall in the same Pack together.

Still, something in him didn't quite believe it.

It made sense if Dustin had misinterpreted things.

He liked Eddie.

Had joined the Hellfire Club, which was as much a micro social pack as any other school club was. Sure there weren’t any real pack bonds tied into it, not like the actual, real Pack Dustin was a part of, but the normal kind that made up primarily werewolf society.

It was natural for him to want everyone together, in the same way it was natural that Steve, a dominant as fuck Were, even if he seemed to own nothing more than brightly colored sweaters and soft polos, look after the people involved in this entire mess.

It didn't take long for Eddie to figure out Harrington was footing the bill for his food, something Henderson had smugly told him Steve refused to let anyone else contribute to (a point for his argument of "You're Pack, Steve just hasn't realized it yet)

What neither of them were considering, Eddie knew, was that Eddie himself was dominant.

For all his flair, the jokes about running and the way he could de-escalate a fight through humor alone, he wasn't one to roll over.

Never had been.

That was the kind of thing other Were’s didn’t like. That they though they had something over him, could be in charge of him, and found suddenly when they’d back him in a corner that Eddie could be just as full of fire and fury as any other Alpha werewolf.

He highly doubted the man once known as King Steve was any different, no matter how many times the kids bossed him around.

Or non Were’s apparently.

Eddie had known Buckley was a witch, in the same way everyone knew who was and wasn't a a Shifter.

It was a common fact she’d been made fun of before in their Werewolf-overwhelmed high school, but Steve clearly had brought her into his pack all the same.

Moved around her with the same kind of consideration and care that Eddie would never have expected from him.

It wasn’t exactly unusual these days for a Pack to include creatures that didn’t actually shapeshift into anything but in Hawkins?

It was unusual to say the very least

It was enough to give a guy hope.

(Eddie could not, would not, hope. Not when he knew how it felt to be rejected.

Outcast.

If there was one thing Eddie wasn’t going to do again, it was get kicked out of a Pack.

Especially not one he had chosen to be in.)

xXx

If Eddie could do this entire thing over again, he'd avoid the entire business with the boat.

Would have stuck to land, even if it had come down to a fight, because fuck it, it had to be better than a) watching Patrick get lifted and twisted apart like a snap bracelet and b) would have prevented the exhausting journey to fucking Skull Rock.

Weird situation or not, he'd ended up freezing, with no way to contact anyone.

Had to get creative, which meant finding a walkie talkie and praying Henderson’s obsession with radios meant he was still listening in.

Shifted to wolf form after he made contact with them, desperate trying to conserve heat, nose tucked into his tail. Tucked himself into the shadows, forever grateful his fur matched his hair, and let him blend nicely so long as he kept his eyes lidded.

Did not think it through, clearly, because Buckley’s voice woke him up with a call that even his human half would recall.

“Oooh my god, is that Eddie!? Dude your wolf is so FLOOFY!”

“Robs, we’ve been over this. He is not a dog, he does not get pets!” Steve hollered after her as she trotted up. His voice was exasperated, even as he ignored his own advice and approached far closer than Robin had.

Muttered something about how Robin was gonna lose a hand one day, even if every wolf who’d encountered her had loved her thus far.

Eddie’s wolf, a being separate-ish from his human half, eyed them both wearily, too aware that this was a fully bonded Pack that he was not in.

That the strong Alpha standing with his hands on his hips, wasn’t his.

Even if Steve kept acting like he was.

He unfurled himself but stayed low, as the others came into the clearing. Crept out slightly from the rocks, but kept his back to them, calculating exits should he need to use them.

Steve dropped down into a crouch a few feet from where Eddie stood. His wolf’s personality was much the same as his, though perhaps slightly more cautious than Eddie-the-Human.

(Mostly because the wolf had taken some serious beatings, and knew all too well that on his own as he was, even mild injuries would inhibit his chances of survival.

Especially once the cops got their heads out of their asses and started using whatever Werewolves or Shifters they had on staff to start hunting by scent.)

Making sure to not stare directly into Eddie’s eyes, his hands gave a little wiggle. “Hey, Eds.” He greeted, keeping his voice calm, his body language open and non threatening.

Even the wolf knew Steve didn’t call him Ed’s, and that got his attention immediately.

“You okay man? I don’t smell any blood.” Steve continued, voice dropping into something soothing.

Safe.

“Henderson so help me god-” He said in the same level, calm tone as Dustin tried to approach, the younger wolf coming up to peer over Steve’s shoulder.

Eddie’s wolf wagged it’s tail ever so slightly at the sight of him, prompting a barely-suppressed squeal from Robin.

“Come on, Eddie! We need you to change back, we have stuff to do, and I think I just figured something out!” Dustin said in a dramatic whine, shaking a compass in his fist as Steve gently elbowed him back.

“Would you just let me--?” Steve said, before taking a breath and closing his eyes.

The annoyance creeping into his voice was gone when he opened them. “Are you able to shift back to human?”

The question was asked with actual concern, and Eddie’s wolf, unburdened by things like severe anxiety or self-doubt, finally relaxed. Stood up and released his own tense form with a stretch, showing he meant no harm, and understood Steve didn’t either.

Loose limbed, he moved like he was going to go behind Skull Rock to shift back to human.

Which took him past Steve

Wolf form or not, Eddie was still Eddie. Before shifting back, he moved as close as he dared, tail wagging gently, before springing up to lick Steve’s entire face, chin to hair.

“Munson!” Steve wailed, falling backwards onto his ass as Eddie leapt backward, black tail wagging and tongue lolling.

“Go shift back and get dressed you dick.” And somehow, even while annoyed, arm angrily wiping all the spit Eddie had gotten all over him, Steve didn’t make it sound like a command.

Something Eddie’s wolf appreciated greatly, not that the human half would ever admit it.

xXx

Bonus:

Buckley grinned at him.

"Dude, your wolf is adorable." She teased, as Eddie rolled his eyes and shoved her with his shoulder.

"It is!" She cackled in delight, immediately clocking his reddening face. "It's so damn floofy!"

"My wolf form is very fierce, I'll have you know." He sniffed, dramatically acting out his wounded pride with a few staggers and some flailing limbs.

Knew it wasn't, not really.

Eddie's wolf was as lanky as its human counterpart, made entirely of long limbs and angles. Its fur was black, the kind that had other little colors hidden within to let him more easily hide in the shadows. His eyes were green, large enough that they let him exaggerate emotion even in wolf form.

Bonus, several of his bracelets and his necklace came with him during a shift, their size adjusting accordingly.

A clear sign of a werewolf with significant control, and even better control over the wilder magic Werewolves seemed to be made up of.

One more trick Eddie liked to pull to scare the crap put of his classmates.

(Because someone like him wasn't supposed to have control like that. Was supposed to take his lumps and scamper off with his tail between his legs, cowed by the mighty prowess of old blooded Shifters.

He did so enjoy being the one to inform half these idiots old blooded families were often inbred.)

Unfortunately, his wolf was unusually fluffy.

#Hungry verse #werewolf AU #robin stranger things #werewolf eddie munson #werewolf steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #pack #packmates #alpha steve #0o0 fanfics

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barnesify · 7 months

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enchanted ୨୧ winterspider abo chapter 2

read on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49615612

Peter is sipping tea, curled up in an armchair a bit too big for his size as he waits carefully. His father is sitting next to him, stern eyes watching the door for Bucky’s arrival. King Rogers is pacing, glancing at his watch and then back down every few moments.

Bucky walks in, silent but articulate as he bows to the Kings and their presence. He knows that he’s in for a whole world of trouble if he doesn’t make it up to them. Thinking about the princess is one thing, but dancing with him? It’s nearly forbidden.

“Barnes,” King Rogers says, finally ending his pacing to turn and look at the young alpha.

Bucky gulps. He glances at Peter, who’s almost shy as he curls into the chair and takes another gentle sip from his tea.

“It seems that—“

Tony cuts Steve off, standing abruptly. He seems like he’s about to burst from anger. “This cannot be true. You have imprinted on my son?! What a disgrace! He has tens, hundreds of young men lining up to take his hand and you have ruined it all!”

Bucky shys away, lowering his head like a kicked puppy. He knows that. Peter is a once in a lifetime opportunity. An omega born from alpha blood is rare, but a male omega? It was no wonder that King Stark was so protective. He understands the King’s rage.

“He must be executed!” Tony yells again, and King Rogers lets out a disgruntled sound.

“Stark,” He begins, almost gentle. Steve knows that Tony’s alpha brain is kicking in. This is his son, after all. “Barnes is my best asset. He has done many great things for the Rogers kingdom. He has never slipped up like this before. And well… is your son in any danger? Any harm?”

Tony’s disposition falls for a moment. He turns, looking at his young omegan son. He’s beautiful, curled up, gazing over at the three men. His own crown has been retired to the table, his curls a mess, but his dress is still snug against his lithe frame. There isn’t a scratch on him. Tony knows that, but..

“A bodyguard dancing with a member of the royal family is highly inappropriate, Steven. You know this as well as I. And I mean, look at the brute. I wouldn’t be surprised if he would be able to tear any omega he sees in half.”

Bucky looks at Tony, hands clasped behind his back in respect. He’s itching to say something, to tell the Kings that it was an accident, that he had no idea that Peter was apart of the royal court.

Both of the Kings open their mouths to argue yet again, before a lovely little chirp fills the room.

“I like him.”

It takes Bucky a moment to realize that Peter has just spoken. He blinks, eyes wide. King Stark and King Rogers both turn to look at Peter, who’s now setting his cup of tea down.

“Oh, my angel. My bambino. You could not be serious. This… this alpha is not a prince. You could have anyone, anyone in the world. I will give you anything. You can’t..” Tony tries, stalking over to his young son. For the first time, Bucky can really smell him.

King Stark’s scent has now turned from anxious to protective. A wave of guilt hits Bucky.

“If I can have anyone, why not him?” Peter says again, soft brown eyes landing on Bucky himself.

The alpha blushes on contact, feeling himself get hot and red from the gaze of Peter. God, Peter. He really is such a gorgeous boy. He’s fit to rule a kingdom, after his father retires the crown. He’s beautiful, and wonderfully shy, but he voices his wants when they really matter and—

Bucky finds himself smiling, albeit discarding it when he notices that King Stark and King Rogers can see it too.

“Well, you see, Bambi, you are going to rule one day. And well… Mr. Barnes is not. It’s just how life works.”

Bucky feels a pang of hurt in his heart. But King Stark is right. Peter was born to rule, born to live with fame and fortune and riches of the highest kind. And Bucky was born to be a guard. To protect. He wasn’t born out of wealth, this he knew.

“I know that,” Peter says, undoubtedly wise despite his age. “It’s just..” The omega’s eyes flash back to Bucky and where he’s standing. Bucky realizes, in the dim light, that Peter’s eyes are filling with crystal tears. All of the alphas in the room are in a alignment at once, any omega whose tears threaten to fall can cause any alpha’s resolve to break. It’s a trick that Peter’s used on his father many times.

Steve doesn’t say anything, and Bucky steps forward only slightly, feeling his chest ache, but he watches as Tony leans down to sit with his son. Bucky watches. He notices their movements, how this is something they’ve done before, the way Peter curls up against him and cries. Crying? Over a dirty old alpha? Bucky almost feels flattered, but the sound of Peter’s weeping makes him more concerned than ever.

“Oh, angel. My beautiful heir to the throne.” Tony tsks and pets his head carefully. “I…. will see what I can do.”

It’s like Peter’s been programmed to cry on command, because as soon as Tony says it, his face lights up and the tears diminish immediately. “Oh, thank you, daddy!” He grins, utterly delighted now.

୨୧

The next day, Bucky is being assigned a new job. One that nothing could have ever prepared him for.

“Princess Peter Stark’s personal bodyguard.” He reads the parchment, gulping dryly.

“It’ll be fine, Buck. The Stark Kingdom is lovely. Plus, you’ll get to hang out with Peter Stark. I mean, it’s every dying man’s wish.”

Bucky grumbles absentmindedly at Clint’s teasing, signing his name carefully on the parchment. This job was the only way that King Stark would agree to let his and Peter’s relationship ever get to see the light of day.

“Hey, don’t forget me while you’re gone.”

“How could I forget with all your incessant babbling?” Bucky bites back, but it’s all in good fun.

He’s packing his bags, now, only having a couple of clothes for downtime, but the rest are being provided by the king. There’s a pool of anxiety swirling at the bottom of his stomach. Without Steve there to calm the storm, who knows what Tony will do to him?

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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. “I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep.” With alpha Steve and little one, please

Always love writing a playful Alpha Steve and Little One.

The water was crisp and cold so late at night. You managed to push yourself up onto the dock and laid out under the stars on the wooden boards, soaking them with the lake water dripping off you. The warm night suddenly felt cool after your swim. Your Little Wolf huffed at your need for a midnight skinny dip, curling up in her sleep with a flick of her tail over her eyes. Tired after a day of running with Sam on the Packs borders.

You should go to bed, your nest was just up the stairs and through the back deck glass doors. When you tilted your head back, you could see Steve's silhouette standing there, watching you stretch out even more, letting your toes splash in the water. He also caught the oversized yawn escaping you.

<Ha, you're caught.> The Little Wolf snickered and you huffed in response.

What's he gonna do? You tilted your head back to look up at the night sky. It wasn't long till heavy boots thumped down the wooden stairs and you scented your Alpha's warm scent. It was soon you felt the Alpha join his Little Wolf, the big masculine presence in your mind making you buzz with anticipation for Steve.

<Catch you and eat you for dinner.> Your Little Wolf crooned in approval to her assessment as she nuzzled her Alpha.

"Enjoying yourself Little One?" Came Steve's rumble. He squatted down near you, running his fingers over the curve of your belly and along the flow of your ribs, feeling the coolness the lake had given your body. Then, because he could, he cupped a breast, palming it in his giant warm palm, all the callouses a bit rough against your softness. You arched into it, not daring to deny your body when it felt so good.

"It felt so good, much needed after todays run." You let your hands reach up to thread into his beard, a constant source of pleasure for you.

"You know what else will feel good?" Steve tilted his face to catch one of your hands, a light bite to your palm in his wolfish way that made you tingle from head to toe, sensing he wanted to play. "You come showering with me and cuddling in bed."

You liked that, in fact, you wanted just that now. But you knew Steve thrived on catching you and 'making' you comply. Your eyes grew hooded, the Little Wolf stirring with her Alpha in your mind. Her paws slapped against the ground with a challenging wave of her tail. The Alpha's growl was all the warning he gave before he gave chase.

"You think so, huh? Pass." You restretched on the dock, letting your toes splash again in the cool water, making it arch above you and rain over the top of both of you. His eyes glowed with the challenge, yellow bleeding through the blues. The predator starting to show.

“I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep.” He threatened with a playful growl to his tone, making him rumble and tense. You were ready though, the water was no more than a roll of your body and you could dive away while he gave chase.

But not yet, you loved seeing him try to control that urge. "You can't tell me what to do... Alpha." You threw out. That was all it took, you vaulted as if to jump back into the water but strong arms caught you to swing you over a muscled shoulder, making the world spin and you laughed while a hand came down sharply on your bare ass, making you arch in his hold.

"No fair, you didn't give me enough of a head start." You pouted while tugging at his shirt to drag it up, your nails dragging against his back to make the muscles their quiver under your touch. It earned you a bite on your thigh, hard enough to mark you as his. You retaliated with a lick to his neck and nibble on his ear.

"You think I'm playing Little One?" He marched up the stairs, his palm rubbing your ass, pulling on the cheek and he nipped there next, making you wiggle your ass in anticipation.

"I think you are gonna make me scream your name for everyone to hear." You nuzzled against him affectionately, everything in your bond was playful energy, anticipation for what was to come while in the depths of the bond, the two wolves played chase with one another, tackling each other and then starting up again. Now your Little Wolf was sprinting after her Alpha while he was taunting her.

"You are right about that Little One, you fucking sassy minx." He swung you around, landing you on your toes in the bathroom, which was already streaming water. You broke from his hold before he realized what you were going to do, leaping into the shower and letting the water cascade over your curvy body. "Fuck." Steve growled as he started ripping his clothes off hurriedly.

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amarriageoftrueminds · 11 months

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today's petty fic daydream:

Stucky Regency A/B/O AU

Series of scenes of omega Peggy, oblivious to the fact that she is a third-wheel, believing she's showing her magnificence to Steve, demonstrating reasons why he should obviously want to marry her...

But what she's actually doing is repelling Steve by unwittingly demonstrating, over and over, why she is wrong for him, while (omega? beta?) Bucky quietly goes about proving the exact opposite about himself, sometimes without even realising it.

(And she doesn't notice because she doesn't think he's worthy of her notice.)

Examples:

One - Peggy on a Hunt Day, showing off in a flashy habit, picking a huge heavy horse, cramming it at every single difficult jump and steep hill, full speed. Refusing to accept hints that she is exhausting the poor animal (and needs to switch) until it's weak with fatigue and almost collapses at the end of the day...

Whereas Bucky moves his horse as fluid as silk, like they’re one being, wears a muted brown coat (looks great despite mud!), goes for a tousled/windswept look to begin with so his hair still looks ‘right’ at the end of the day, switches horses multiple times to give them rests between runs, and goes a sensible pace. He also contrives to arrive well ahead of everybody else, despite his slow inexorable speed, because he took clever routes rather than attention-seeking ones.

(Peggy is also keen to be in at the kill of the fox, to show how she can be just as competent as the alphas! Bucky missed it because he was busy herding the dogs away from a busy road, to avoid them getting overrun by carriages.)

Result: Peggy's impractically-immaculate clothes and hair are ruined at the end of the day (boasts she has plenty more!), she is blood-speckled, grumpy from overdoing herself, snapping at everyone, and Steve pities her poor horse.

Bucky and his horse are fresh and elegant, and the relieved grooms are all praising his quiet common sense and kindness to the animals.

Peggy thinks she did something. Steve is not impressed.

Two -

Peggy telling how she kindly condescended to visit her ex-suitor Mr Sousa's new lady, to show how Completely Magnanimous she is in defeat, despite the fact that the woman once worked for a living. As a nurse!

Unaware that Captain Rogers’ mother nursed injured sailors on his father's ship.

(Meanwhile, a servant brings in a note -- it's from one of the tenants Peggy visited earlier in the week... only it's thanking Bucky for re-visiting, to bring them the things they actually needed (which she has no idea or interest in), rather than just bringing what he thinks they should want.)

Three -

Peggy puts out the archery things prior to an afternoon party, and one of her stooges loyally suggests an archery competition.

Peggy humbly, reluctantly, acquiesces to showing off how good she is.

She misses five shots in a row but sinks the bullseye on the 6th and takes this as proof of her skill.

(She blames her misses on, eg. Steve distracting her).

Bucky, mysteriously, misses the bullseye altogether on all 6 shots...

(But when Steve retrieves the arrows later on, he finds 6 horseflies he complained of earlier, skewered on every arrow tip.)

Peggy spends the rest of the afternoon ‘kindly’ consoling Bucky on his failure, while rolling her eyes and scoffing at Mr Barton, for being so pleased with himself for bullseyeing every shot. Just to show off for Miss Romanoff! Peggy would never do that just to impress a man!

Luckily, Captain Rogers is still not impressed.

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