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Everything Has Changed: Part 13
Days spent in the state of the art lab preparing for the first attempts at the experimental synthesis of medication and DNA modifications that would ignite those receptors that drew omega’s to alpha’s and vice versa. It was the first day of the experiment and the entire lab was buzzing with excitement and hopefulness that this would further limit the repercussions of the Snap and Blip.
With the volunteers already checked into the lab, you were in the midst of preparing for your part in the experiment, when the approach of Dr. Banner had stopped you in your tracks.
On his approach, your stomach tightened as you recognized the face of bad news. You didn’t know what he was going to tell you or what would become of the rest of your day, but you knew that something was going to change.
You could feel it in your bones, you could see it clearly in his eyes and the way he carried himself that there was something unspoken that was bothering him.
You moved away from the core of the lab toward the far left side that was much quieter and would allow for a hushed conversation. When you came to stand in front of him, you shoved your hands into your lab coat pockets, fiddling with the pen to keep your nerves at a low.
“Dr. Banner, what’s the bad news?” You asked even if you didn’t want to. If you could’ve remained ignorant, you would have. However whether you wanted to know or not, Dr. Banner would tell you.
“Y/N,” he crossed his arms over his chest, hesitating to speak, “I know that you’ve spent countless hours preparing for the launch of this procedure-“
“-but…?” You felt the preemptive sting of tears.
“You can’t be a part of the experiment itself. The conditions to be part of the actual testing of the procedure are very clear-“
“What did I do wrong?” Tears blurred your vision, the airy gasps that left your mouth were the tip of the emotional iceberg.
“Nothing, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re brilliant and talented, however the conditions do not allow pregnant women to partake in the procedure.”
“Pregnant?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m not pregnant…”
“I had to do a final test on the blood we’d taken and on every sample you’d given us to confirm your readiness. When I test your sampled and your blood, I got the confirmations.”
To prove the point he was trying to make, Dr. Banner handed you the tablet in his hands with all the data already loaded snd ready for you to see. On the tablet screen was the clear image of your hormone levels that has shifted as well as the sharp spike in estrogen and progesterone that proved not only were you pregnant, but the levels in which they’d increased had opened the possibility up to their being more than one baby.
“There’s no symptoms.”
“You know as well as I do the symptoms of pregnancy’s may not show up within the first month. Based on the hormone levels, I’d say you’re just under a month.” Dr. Banner placed his hand on your shoulder snd squeezed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But in my good conscience I can’t allow you to be one of the constant’s in the experiment. You can still run the trial and head it up if you would wish, however being part of it is no longer an option.”
“Pregnant.” You stared at the tablet while mentally being a mile away.
Kids. You’d always wanted kids, but later on in your life. You were only 22 and you’d just started your career.
You heard Dr. Banner speak yet you couldn’t take your attention off the numbers on the screen. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hormone spikes and the clear data that damned you from your own trial.
“You should tell Steve and Bucky-“
“Excuse me.” You handed the tablet back to him, more like shoved it into his arms, and pushed past him.
“Y/N, talk to Steve and Bucky. Tell them before you-“
“I need air. I need-“ you slipped your lab coat off and tossed it toward a desk chair. Before it could even land on the chair, you were headed toward the door of the lab. You placed your hand against the biometric lock and wait the half second as it scanned your DNA before it let you out. You slipped through the door and moved in a haze, completing everything action that would take you from the lab, to the elevator and then to the lobby of Stark Tower. You moved by autonomy, while your head was reeling and you were consumed by a constant barrage of questions aimed at yourself and your situation.
“Y/N!” Your name was called but you kept moving. “Y/N, stop!”
You kept moving until you collided with a body made of muscle snd strength. After colliding with the body, you craned your neck and studied the man hovering over you, relief and insignificant anguish at the pair of blue eyes watching you.
His brown hair, thick and luscious, was cut short. It was a new look for him after having his longer hair for a while. He was clean shaven too, it looked as fresh as his haircut. His blue eyes were caught between concern and caution, his hands reaching out to grab your arms.
He was your alpha, you should find comfort in his touch and yet…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He was holding your arms in gentle grasps. “You didn’t hear me calling your name. What’s wrong?”
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
“I need air. I need to get out of here. I need…” Your eyes dart around the lobby of Stark tower, your stomach churning the burning acid inside.
“You’re okay.” Bucky cupped your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay just-“
“No!” You slapped his hands away. “No im not going to be okay! I’m not okay! I need air!”
“You’re having a panic attack,” he reached for you again, “let me help you.”
You stepped back, your eyes widening as the sting of bile rose in your throat. The word PREGNANT has been at the forefront of your mind, repeating on a record.
You wanted kids, but not yet. You’d worked so hard to get where you are now.
You were going to be sick. You couldn’t breathe and you were going to be sick. You felt the bile rise in your throat, the stinging acid that burned as it crawled, the fresh wave of bushes tears making it hard to see as you nearly collapsed from the shock of what had just conspired.
“Are you okay?” Bucky was on you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your waist to steady you. “You’re flush.”
“I need air…” You mumbled under your breath, settling into a panic attack that was sever enough to induce nausea.
“Let me help you upstairs, doll.” Bucky started to help you stand and while his touch was comfortable, it was almost smothering.
His presence as an alpha gave you comfort you knew you needed yet it had also made you feel as if your breathing was even more restricted than it had been. It made you feel as though you were truly gasping for air.
“No!” You pushed him off of you with unknown strength. “No! I need air! I need to be alone!”
You rebuffed him and ran with all you had in you to the exit. You burst through the doors of Stark tower and pressed on even further. You ran until your lungs were burning and your heart was beating like a war drum in your chest and when you finally stopped, you sunk.
You sunk to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself as you cried, as you screamed your frustrations.
You wanted to be a mother and you wanted your career.
You wanted a baby and you wanted your own mother back.
You wanted a family with Steve and Bucky, and you wanted to see the fruits of your years of hard work.
You cried until you couldn’t anymore. You cried until your voice was horse and your eyes were puffy.
You don’t know how long you were out there, wherever you were. You didn’t know how long you’d spent curled into yourself, crying until your voice was weak. You’d spent your energy running from your anxieties, running from the news that flipped your world upside down.
“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice hit your ears, the suffocating comfort was replaced with gentility. “You’re okay, doll.”
He came to your side and held you, he came to your side and embraced you as you broke down in his arms. You clung to him with as much might as you could gather, silently accepting the shift in comfort as he pulled you into his lap in whatever alley or on whatever street you’d found yourself on.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” Steve mumbled into your hair, he pressed his lips against the side of your forehead and soothes you with the gentle rocking of his body. “Let me take you home. Please.”
“Take me home.” You went lax in his arms, knowing that you had a lot more processing to go through but it would be better to do it in the comfort of their presence, with them being part of the conversation.
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Saturn, Venus & The Stars Align Chapter 10
Alpha Werewolf Steve, Ransom, Johnny, Andy, Curtis/Human Omega Female Reader.
Alpha Jake Jensen/Omega Bucky Barnes.
The next few days are…...you don’t really know what word to use for it. There’s a tenseness in the air, knowing something is coming but not knowing when, sets everyone a bit on edge, though your men try to hide it the best they can, that’s just impossible being their soulmate and FEELING what they are at times.
Still, your knife wound is healed, you can move around better, mentally….that is another story. You don’t remember much before you were taken, you know you were a nurse, everything else is fuzzy. You don’t know how long they had you, time worked funny there.
You were drugged up so much of the time, until that last month before you got away, the withdrawals were…..so fucking bad. They did it cold turkey too, it had been hellish. You guess they did that because you had been bought, but….you know that’s why normal pain meds now don’t do much.
They work only a tiny bit, not how they should, you hope you never have a need for them again. The ones you took while you healed had only worked enough to take the edge off, though you never let your men know that.
You have yet to tell them the drugs you had always been on, the ones always forced on you and all the omegas. You have a strong feeling it was the same one used on Bucky too, well one of them anyway. The one to push him into a heat…..you had to witness that from other omegas as they were brutally taken and used while they waited for buyers and sometimes even after.
You swallow thickly just thinking about it knowing….it’s yet another thing you never told your men. The abuse you suffered like that…..you don’t want to break their hearts and truthfully, you only remembered bits and pieces. To strung out on the forced heat and drugs, but what you did remember was…..enough.
You’re shocked sex doesn’t scare you with your soulmates, but maybe it’s because your very soul knows they would never harm you. You don’t know if it’s ever worth mentioning to them, but you know it will come out at some point, if the bond gets strong enough, they will be able to see it in your mind if you ever think about it or have a nightmare.
It’s not something you look forward to talking about, if only because….you feel like a failure who didn’t fight back good enough, even with the drugs in your system, you just….wish you had tried harder.
With a small huff, you keep chopping the onions, you are finally making dinner this time, finding something in a cookbook that looks good, you hope this comes out ok.
When dinner finally sits in the oven to start cooking, you go to shower, needing the hot water. You could tell, your heat wasn’t far away and it would be the perfect time to bond fully to them. Until then, maybe a week at most, your pre heat systems were being a bit of a pain in the ass.
Not unlike a normal monthly a beta would have, pre heat just gives you all the soreness, pain without bleeding. Your moods could go either way, you didn’t know yet how that would go. It’s your first time having a normal pre heat and not a drug induced one.
The men are all out doing various chores or adding more fencing around the house. Extra protection, they knew the fight would come to them and your men were gearing up for it. So you find yourself alone again, but it gives you time to just stand in the shower, close your eyes, lean on the tiles and just…..let the hot water do it’s magic.
You startle a bit when warm clawed fingers run over your back, you glance over your shoulder, through the steam and see Steve and Andy there looking a bit unsure. You smile softly and beckon them in with wide open arms wanting a hug from them both. When they sandwich you in between them, you finally feel like you can breathe again as you relax in their hold, “You’ve been stressed.” Andy whispers, you easily hear him over the water, his lips by your ear.
It’s not a question either, it’s a fact.
You shallow thickly, as Steve lifts your chin up with a finger, “We can’t begin to understand what you’ve been through, but I hope in time you’ll feel like you can tell us, if you ever wish too, we love you, and we just want you happy.”
Your bottom lip trembles, it’s such simple truth from them. They do just want you happy, you sniffle and turn your face down to kiss his finger, “I promise, I’ll tell you when I’m ready and you do you know.”
You look back up at him, “You all make me more happy then…..I’ve ever been. The best mates.” tears leak out of your eyes and down your cheeks, but when he leans down to kiss you so sweetly, you cry more, needing him, needing Andy.
“I need you both.” you say brokenly against his lips.
Andy purrs behind you as he kneels down behind you, when Steve turns you, you go with it, when Andy gently grabs your ankle and throws one of your legs over his shoulder you go with it, your breathing picks up, watching him below you, his hungry gaze gazes up at you, before his tongue flicks out and runs over your folds.
He never breaks eye contact as you gasp, Steve is there behind you, letting you use him as a wall, his hard cock inbetween your ass cheeks making him groan in your ear, you whimper as Steve wraps his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides, lips at your ear, “Is this ok?”
You nod, “It’s ok.”
His growl of pleasure as he starts rocking his cock between your ass cheeks keeping you pinned, bondaged in a way as Andy takes you apart with his mouth, “You taste like honey.” Andy mumbles against your clit.
You pant as Steve sucks hickies all over your shoulders, you whimper as he keeps rutting his cock between your ass cheeks, clearing wanting to be inside but with holding, that level of control was impressive, “My alpha’s…...my alphas.” you whine as they bring you closer and closer to that edge you crave.
Both of them growl softly and redouble their efforts, “Did you know, when one of us gives you pleasure, all of us can feel it across the bond?” Steve whispers smugly.
You cry out not knowing that, and those words, knowing all your men were feeling this…..sends you over the edge, your scream of pleasure echos off the walls, the stream drowning the room by this point just like their scents of smug and pleased alpha.
Steve holds you as you come and come, seeming to never end, his cock more firmly rutting against you until he follows after you, his growl low and deep, his sharp teeth nibbling over your neck as Andy follows after you both, hand on his cock, watching you come undone for him.
Fuck, you don’t know how you will survive all of them at once, and maybe you are crazy, but you can’t fucking wait to find out what it’s like.
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Green Finch and Linnet Bird | Chapter 2
SFW dark!alpha!stucky x omega!reader
"My cage has many rooms, damask and dark
Nothing there sings, not even my lark..."
- Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Chapter 2 warnings: age regression (not sexual, dubious consent), bondage (not sexual), abuse mention. @ me in the replies or reblogs if I need to add any more.
Your eyes flew open.
You were spread-eagle on a large bed, wrists and and ankles in leather cuffs, a ball gag in your mouth, looking up at a plain white ceiling.
“Hey, there she is,” someone cooed.
You turned your head to see a man with shoulder-length brown hair sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you.
“Hi there, doll. Sleep well?”
It was one of the men who had kidnapped you. Bucky, the other one had called him.
You tried to get away from him, but quickly found that your limbs were chained to bed’s four corners, leaving you only about an inch to move in any direction. You tried to move again, pulling harder against the restraints this time. Still, nothing.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Bucky said. “It’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt you. It’s okay.”
Yeah, right. Whatever they were going to do to you, you weren’t gonna make it easy for them, despite the strong alpha scent intoxicating your hindbrain.
You thrashed against the restraints, fighting as hard as you could in the hopes that something, somewhere, would give way and you could escape.
"Whoa, calm down, sweetheart." Bucky urged, trying to soothe you. "We're gonna get these off you, okay?"
You didn't stop struggling. "Steve!" Bucky called.
"Coming," Steve answered from across the room. Bucky turned his attention back to you.
"Steve and I are gonna take all these off, but you need to stay still, okay?" His hand hovered above your head, waiting for you to calm down.
Steve came striding into view, standing at the foot of the bed. "What's going on, Buck?"
"I'm trying to get the restraints off, but she won't stay still long enough to let me do it."
Steve sighed. "Sweetheart, we only had to restrain you so you didn't hurt yourself when you woke up," he said reproachfully. "You need to control yourself so we can get these off of you, or you're gonna have to stay there all night."
Realizing you had no other choice than to obey your captors, you reluctantly stopped struggling and simply lay there, trembling, unable to do anything but wait for the horrors to come.
"There we go," said Bucky quietly. "Steve, get her legs, would you?"
"On it." Steve began to take the cuffs of your ankles as Bucky unbuckled your gag.
"Let's get this off you, doll." Bucky slid the ball gag out from between your teeth and set it on the bedside table. You worked your aching jaw as Bucky started taking the cuffs off of your wrists.
In a matter of moments, you were free. You rubbed your sore wrists, glad to be able to move again.
"Can you sit up for us, sweetheart?" Bucky asked. You nodded and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. "Go ahead and scoot back, baby." You did as he said and found that he had propped up some pillows to support your back. You relaxed into them gratefully.
"Can you drink for me?" Bucky offered you a clear plastic tumbler with a straw, filled with an unidentifiable dark yellow liquid. You went to take it from him without really looking at it, but flinched and pulled your hand away when you touched metal where you expected to feel Bucky's hand.
You stared at him, really looking at him for the first time. He looked mostly normal, but for the first time you realized that his entire left arm was made of metal, the flesh replaced by a gunmetal grey prosthetic shot through with gold.
"Your arm..." you said hesitantly, not wanting to anger him. To your relief, he simply gave you an amused grin.
"Yep." He rapped on it with his normal hand. The metal rang dully as his knuckles struck it. "100% vibranium."
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
A metal arm. Vibranium, no less. You went pale, realizing why they'd been able to pin you as an omega despite your use of suppressants. Supersoldiers, the media called them.
You'd seen these men's faces a thousand times before. On tv. In the news. In magazines. On social media.
Steve and Bucky.
Steve Rogers and James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.
Captain America and the Winter Soldier.
"You're the Winter Soldier," you stated.
"And you..." You glanced at Steve. "You're Captain America."
Steve grinned and gave you a lazy salute. "At your service, ma'am."
"What on arth do you want with me?" you whispered.
Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Obviously, his patience was wearing thin. "We'll explain things later, doll. Right now, we really need you to drink this. You need to boost your electrolytes and blood sugar after that shot we had to give you."
You didn't make any move to take the tumbler from Bucky's hands. "Sweetheart, it's just apple juice," Steve said, exasperated. "I'm sorry we had to inject you before, but we didn't do anything to this, I promise." You still sat there, distrustful, eyes flicking between Bucky and Steve.
Bucky sighed. "Look, hon. I'll drink it myself." He raised the cup to his lips. You watched the juice shoot up the straw, the level of juice in the cup lowering slightly as he took a few sips and swallowed. He finished and held the cup out to you. "Will you drink now?"
Warily, you took the cup from him and took a sip.
You hadn't realized how dry your mouth was until the cool, sweet apple juice hit your tongue. You eagerly gulped the juice down. Bucky chuckled and Steve's smile widened as they watched you.
"Feel better?" Steve asked cheekily, one eyebrow quirked up.
"Good," said Bucky. "Well, I would say we owe you an explanation, but I think you already know why you're here with us."
You pursed your lips. The law said that any Alpha that wanted you could have you, first come first serve. It meant that Bucky was right: You knew that it was perfectly legal for Steve and Bucky to take you, but it still pissed you off. "Yeah, I understand," you said, "But it's far from right."
"It's for your own good, you know," Bucky said pointedly. "It's a law for a reason."
"It's a stupid law. And taking suppressants is supposed to be a workaround." You glared at Bucky. "But apparently, not to you."
Bucky didn't take the bait and react to your provocation. He just looked at you with that intense stare of his, holding your gaze until it made you uncomfortable. You looked away.
"Speaking of suppressants," Steve said, "The law also says that an omega under the age of 21 can't take suppressants unless they're prescribed by a doctor." He held up the bottle of over-the-counter suppressants that you carried with you everywhere. "Mind explaining what these were doing in your purse?"
You rolled your eyes. "My mom buys them for me so I don't have to worry about any rogue alphas getting too handsy. And it worked, too." You sighed flippantly. "At least, it did, until I ran into you."
Bucky's eyes widened. "How long have you been on them?" he asked sharply.
"Since i was a kid."
"Shit!" Bucky swore and looked at Steve, who had gone pale.
"What?" you demanded.
Bucky pressed a hand to his temple and groaned. "Steve- please, I can't..." He waved a hand in Steve's general direction. "I can't deal with this the right way."
You looked at Steve, fear gnawing at the pit of your stomach. "Deal with what?"
Steve sighed and came to sit on the edge of the bed opposite Bucky. "You obviously know what the Omega Protection Act is."
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Do you know why the OPA bans underage omegas from taking over-the-counter suppressants?"
You scoffed. "Of course I do. My mom told me. It makes sure alphas can get their hands on omegas as young as possible, just like every damn law that they pass for our 'protection'." You accentuated the last word with air quotes, tone dripping with sarcasm.
Steve swallowed, hard, and looked you dead in the eyes. "That's... that's not the reason, y/n."
"Then what is it?"
"Taking suppressants before their first heat can seriously damage an omega's reproductive system," he said quietly. "Permanently."
The color drained from your face. You desperately searched Steve's expression for any sign of deception, but found only sad sympathy.
"That can't be true," you whispered. Hot tears stung your eyes.
"I'm sorry," Steve said softly.
You turned to the other man. "Bucky," you said desperately. "Please, Bucky, that can't be the whole story. There's gotta be something else you're not telling me. My mom wouldn't... she's given them to me since I was twelve, she wouldn't do that if it were dangerous!"
Bucky shook his head slowly. "Steve told you the truth, doll."
"No, that's- that's not possible!" you insisted. "My mom wouldn't do something that could hurt me like that, she-" You choked back a sob. "I thought she loved me."
With that final sentence, the dam burst. The tears you had been trying so hard to hold back cascaded down your face in sparkling waterfalls.
In a matter of moments, your world had turned upside down.
Nothing would be the same ever again.
"Oh, baby," Bucky said, voice low and honey-sweet. "Come here."
He held out open arms to you and you hurled yourself into them, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Bucky smelled like forests and alcohol, like wind and wood, like sitting around a campfire and looking at the stars with the person you loved. The scent was heavy and intoxicating, making your hindbrain thrum and come to life.
Love him, it said. Love him and please him and do as he says, be good-obedient-submissive and be his forever.
No, you answered firmly. He kidnapped us. He's not our Alpha. We are getting through this and then we are going home.
We don't have a home anymore, it reminded you softly.
We don't have a home.
You ignored your hindbrain as best you could. Finding yourself an alpha had never mattered to you, and it still didn't. Being a good little omega for Steve and Bucky didn't matter to you, you reminded yourself. What mattered was making it through the now.
Bucky wrapped you in a firm embrace and pulled you to him, rubbing your back gently. He stood up, lifting you carefully as he rose, keeping you safe and sound as you cried into his shoulder.
"Steve," he said, "Can you please pull the covers back?"
"Sure." You heard the sound of fabric rustling, then were once again laid down on Bucky and Steve's soft bed. But this time, Bucky and Steve crawled under the covers beside you, Bucky pulling you to his chest, Steve acting as your big spoon.
You buried your face in Bucky's t-shirt. He caressed your head with his metal hand, running his fingers through your hair with a gentle, steady rhythm. Steve rubbed up and down your arm, his touch firm but tender. Neither man spoke. They simply held you as you cried, letting you release all the pain and heartbreak of realizing that your own mother had never truly had your best interests at heart.
Your hindbrain hummed contentedly, happy to be in the presence of two perfect, loving alphas. It was doing what it did best- rewarding you for being a good little omega and cuddling up with a big, strong alpha.
It felt good. It felt right.
And for once, you didn't fight it.
The three of you stayed like that, entwined in that perfect embrace, until your loud, tearful sobs dwindled to quiet, shuddering breaths. After a long while, you lifted your head out of Bucky's shirt, once again ready to face the world.
"Hey there." Bucky said softly. "Feeling better?"
"Yes," you mumbled Somehow, your thumb had found its way into your mouth. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“Daddy?” Steve's voice, lightly teasing.
You flushed with horrified embarrassment as you realized what had just slipped out of your mouth. “Oh! I- I’m sorry, I-”
Bucky interrupted you gently. "It's okay, sweetheart." he soothed, caressing you. "You're our little girl now, and we're gonna take good care of you."
"You're gonna be a good little girl for us, aren't you?" Steve cooed.
You hesitated, but your hindbrain was insistent. Do it. Do as he says. Be good-kind-sweet-little and let them take care of you.
Be their good little girl.
Mentally and emotionally exhausted, you gave in.
"Yes, Daddy." you said softly. "I'll be your good girl."
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Pairing: werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader (brief mentions of future Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Word Count: 3.1k
Summary: your close proximity to another werewolf sparks off Steve’s rut.
Warnings: 18+, no minors, exophilia, possessive behaviour, rough sex, knotting, vaginal penetration, knotting, cum marking, breeding kink, scenting, jealousy, fighting but not graphic, blood, marking, tiny mentions of future Reader x Bucky
this was a request but it fits in with the timeline i'm doing so I made it apart of the series!
Considering Bucky now lived in Steve’s old cabin, you hardly ever saw him. Not for lack of effort - at least once a week you’d hear snapping jaws and high pitched whimpers.
Steve did a good job of keeping him away. It startled you a little, the viciousness of it all. Steve had been nothing but gentle with you and to hear him fight with Bucky like that. . .it did things to you. All sorts of things.
After the third week, you got the sense that it was somewhat playful. Bucky would appear outside, tail swishing and nose high in the air. Steve would charge outside and tackle him to the ground. Chunks of earth and fur would shoot up into the air as they rolled around on the floor. There was never any blood.
Sometimes you would hear them chatting on the porch. However, if you got too close to the door, Steve would let out this guttural growl that made your insides quiver.
“Come on, pal,” Bucky had once complained.
“Not yet,” Steve had snapped. “Back off.”
You waited for Steve to bring it up to you. The fact that Bucky was worming his way into your life together was not one to be ignored. You had hardly spoken to the guy and yet there was so much tension. It was delicious.
At first you’d felt like it was betraying Steve. But you had spotted the way they spoke to each other, the closeness. There was history there. Maybe not a romantic one, but it was a close one.
Steve asked you about him sometimes. “What do you think of Bucky?”
“Steve,” you rolled your eyes, “I hardly know the guy.”
Steve hummed, his lips quirking. Before you could blink he had his arm wrapped around your neck, your face crammed into his bicep. “Not as big as me, is he?”
“Steve!” You cried out through your laugher. You bit him on the bicep. “Get off!”
Still, anytime Bucky tried to get closer, he was met with Steve’s fists or snapping jaws.
You overheard them talking a week later. Steve was usually pretty vigilant and wouldn’t let you get anywhere near the door when Bucky was outside, but you managed to tip-toe right up to the door. Close enough to rest your head on the wood and listen.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Bucky said.
“That was a rhetorical question,” you could hear Bucky’s eyes roll, “you’re stinking up the property.”
Stinking up the property? Your nose wrinkled. You couldn’t smell anything. Steve smelled like he normally did - better, even. So good, in fact, that you’d spent half an hour rolling around in your nest after he’d got up this morning.
You had to strain to hear Steve’s reply. It suddenly dawned on you that Bucky was talking super loud. Loud enough that if anyone was eavesdropping, they would definitely be able to hear.
You bit back a smile. At least once of them knew you were there. You listened to them talk and tried to make sense of all the strange terms. Steve did his best to teach you what you needed to know but in between him and writing your book, it was increasingly difficult to retain new knowledge.
The word ‘rut’ stood out to you. The more you heard them say, the more you realised it was kind of like the mock-heat you had gone through. Only much more real. And longer, apparently.
That was why Steve had been off for the last week. He had been. . .distracted by his needs. You wanted to hit yourself for not noticing it sooner.
“This is your fault anyway,” Steve snarled. You could hear him run his hands over his face. “I wasn’t due for another month or so. You being here has sped it up.”
“You want to Claim her again,” Bucky said casually.
“Shut up,” Steve stood to his feet. “I can’t hear you talk about her right now. I can’t.”
You swallowed hard. Steve’s voice had gone dangerously low, the way it always did when he was on the brink of Changing. It was like every muscle in his body was tense in preparation to be ripped apart and rearranged.
You pressed your thighs together and swooned. Your pussy clenched and you shuddered hard, pushing yourself away from the door.
At some point, Steve had snuck up to the other side. “Baby,” he called.
You yelped and turned. “Yes?”
“You been eavesdropping?”
Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to stay out of here for the next few days.”
“The next week, Buck,” Steve insisted. “You come round here in the next week and I’m gonna do some serious damage.”
You didn’t hear Bucky walk away but when Steve opened the door he was alone. He shut it behind himself and walked right over to you, burying his face into your neck and inhaling deeply.
He had you pinned between himself and the wall. His thumb was rubbing nice and slow over your wrists, spreading his scent wherever he would. The roughness of his beard made your neck sensitive and he pressed soft kisses over the effective areas.
The bite had almost healed over. Steve hadn’t bitten you in over a week and you now realised he had been savouring the moment. He let his teeth scrape over the mark, playfully pretending to bite you.
“How much longer? Until the rut?” You asked breathlessly.
“So you heard,” Steve smiled against your neck. “Not long. Maybe another day if I’m lucky.”
“It is bad?” You asked, voice wobbly.
“I guess it is,” his hand slipped down the front of your shorts, “if you don’t want me to fuck this sweet cunt until I’ve had my fill.”
“Steve,” you gasped, pressing up into the heel of his hand.
He shuddered, a full-body move that had him pressing you further into the wall. He sucked in a deep breath, as if he was trying to commit the scent of you to memory. “Not yet. Not quite yet.”
You were shocked when he backed off, leaving you panting and near-boneless against the wall. He gave you an unbearably chaste peck on the cheek and wandered off without so much as a backward glance.
You were blind enough to think he was unaffected. The bulge in his sweatpants was obscene and you didn’t miss the way he would occasionally palm himself throughout the afternoon. His chest was blooming a rosy red and sweat beaded in his hairline.
Still, he insisted on making dinner. He held you in his lap as you ate it, hand feeding you bites from his own plate. His cock was nudging insistently at your hip and the scent he was giving off was making you dizzy.
You weren’t a real Omega, would never be one, but thanks to your status as Compatible, Steve’s body was trying damn hard to make you into one.
Who needed slick glands when your pussy was this wet? Your panties clung to your pussy and the seam was nearly your undoing. It hit all the right places and had you rocking on Steve’s lap before the meal was even finished.
Steve lifted you off like it was nothing. “The nest,” he breathed, “go get in.”
You did as he asked. You got yourself comfortable, taking off your bra and panties and leaving you in your t-shirt. Steve padded around in the kitchen, putting dishes away and wrapping up leftovers as if he wasn’t about to go into rut.
You bit back a moan when he turned toward you. He’d had his shirt off since Bucky left and you couldn’t help but admire the layer muscles and the sheen of sweat that clung to them. That fucker looked as if he’d walked straight off the cover of a magazine and now he was coming directly toward you.
Steve swallowed hard as he came to your nest. You made a strangled noise when he dropped his sweatpants, his cock springing up toward his belly button and the slight dusting of hairs leading down.
It looked painful. It was red all over, not just the tip. The tip was a deep purple, rivalling a bruise. The knot was unusually big and you had no idea how it would be fitting inside of you.
He wrapped a hand around himself and squeezed as if he was holding an orgasm back. His head fell back and he swore. Your legs were visibly shaking beneath the blanket and you could feel your arousal leaking out and pooling beneath your ass.
Steve lowered himself into the nest, one hand still around his cock. The bottom of his fist nudged his knot and he hissed. He arranged himself over you and lowered himself down until you were touching almost everywhere.
The shirt you were wearing was unceremoniously torn from your body. The blanket that covered your legs was pushed down by greedy hands that cupped your thighs and came dangerously close to your pussy.
He let go of his cock and held himself up by his hands. You sucked in a breath when his cock dusted your belly, leaving trails of precum over the soft skin. You waited for him to do something, to touch you, and he didn’t.
“Steve,” you whispered, “is this your rut?”
“Not yet,” his voice was hoarse, “but soon.”
Soon wasn’t as soon as you had thought. It was nearly four hours later and Steve still hadn’t broken. He had spent the entire time rubbing himself all over you, his cock harder than you’d ever seen.
You were covered in tiny trails of precum. Steve finally settled by your side and rocked his cock into your hip, creating a soft swaying motion. Your eyes were heavy with fatigue but the throbbing in your core kept you from drifting off.
Steve panted into your neck as the rocking sped up. “Fuck,” he hissed, “gimme your hand.”
He pulled your hand over his cock, nearly crushing it between his hand and his knot. The same knot that was rapidly expanding, pressing at your palm in a way that made your eyes cross.
Cum spurted across your hip and belly, the warmth startling but welcome. Steve kept rocking until his knot began to go down. He didn’t let you pull your hand away until it was all but gone.
And he was still fucking hard.
This is just a taste of what’s to come, you thought. You would’ve begged for release if you didn’t already have a good idea of what would go down later.
Steve cupped you with his hand and you instantly drenched it. It was a herculean effort not to rock into his hand, bring yourself off the same way he just had, but you didn’t. You wanted to wait until he was really in rut.
With his hand still over you, he swiped the fingers of his other hand through the stripes of cum on your belly.
If it had been anyone else, you would’ve stopped them. But when Steve began to wipe his cum over the spots where your scent glands would be, you tilted your head to aid him. He smeared himself over your wrist and neck, covering your nipples while he was at it.
When he dipped his fingers between your lips, you sucked greedily at what he offered. It tasted, smelled, different from normal. Headier.
You were surprised to see that Steve looked tired too. His eyes had a gleam of awareness that told you he was likely looking out for Bucky. You didn’t want to know what would happen if he dared show his face.
As you drifted off to sleep, you kept waiting to be jolted awake by Steve. He kept his hands on your face, sicking with your arousal and his own, and stayed as close as he physically could.
You had seen the wolf before. Several times. There was something watchful about it, some kind of aggression that you usually didn’t see in Steve.
But as you watched Steve watch you, it was easy to see that the lines between himself and the wolf were becoming blurred.
You woke up to teeth in your neck, blood dripping into the sheets and toward your collarbones. You whimpered, surprised and still climbing groggily from sleep. Steve was above you again, crouched over you like a predator with it’s prey.
Once he was satified that you had gone entirely still, he let go. The wound throbbed but it wasn’t pain. Your pussy mimicked the throbbing.
The man who looked down on you was terrifying. Beautiful but terrifying. His eyes were still blue but they seemed brighter, as if the wolf was just below the surface. The hair on his arms and legs had thickened and gone slightly darker. They felt different too, like they weren’t quite as soft.
His teeth were sharp and coated in your blood. He licked his lips and you saw more on his tongue.
Like before, his cock was dusting your belly. You exhaled heavily at the sheer size of it. Had it gotten bigger or was it just your imagination? The entire thing was flushed a deep red, the same purple at the tip, and the knot at the base was begging to be taken. If you had thought it looked painful before, it didn’t compare at all to the colour it was now.
You opened your mouth to speak and squeaked as your face hit the pillow. Steve had flipped you over with a clean move and was positioning himself behind you. You moaned, the sound drowned out by the panting sound Steve was making.
You tried to sit up but he stopped you with a hand on your back. Claws bit into your skin and you shuddered, waiting to feel fear, to feel uncomfortable, but you didn’t. You felt as if Steve was about to give you exactly what you needed and take what he needed from you.
And you were in the giving mood.
You arched your back and pressed your ass onto him. He grunted and leaned forward, his hands on either side of your head. Claws bit into the blankets and tore them.
He aimed himself at your folds and thrusted against the air, missing once, twice, before driving home. You cried out at the sudden feeling of being full, the base of his knot just barely making it in.
“Sweet fuckin’ cunt,” he rasped. “Taking my cock, my knot, like it’s supposed to.”
You were surprised to hear him talk. He’d seemed so out of it; more animal than man.
Frantically he began to fuck into you, his knot catching you every time. The stretch was both pain and pleasure and you took it gladly, gratefully, as he fucked you into your nest.
You couldn’t stay still but Steve was more than happy to make you. His chest was glued to your back as he wrapped an arm around your waist, urging you to press your cheek into the blankets. You yelped as he followed you down, his cock hitting parts of you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
His voice was husky as he fucked you, told you how much he wanted to knot you, how well you took his cock. Sometimes it seemed more like a growl than a voice and you struggled to make out all the words.
His lips were red and swollen as he kissed wherever he could reach, periodically checking the bite mark and licking any blood that had leaked. His kisses tasted like blood and sex and you drank it all in greedily and asked for more with soft cries and broken moans.
The sex was loud. It echoed all around the cabin and your ears. You were relieved that Steve had told Bucky to go away - even more relieved that you were the only ones who lived on the mountain.
Steve cupped your cheek in his hand and sucked on your tongue when you stuck it out. His hips slammed into yours as his knot began to properly flare, your arousal drenching it and making the slide easier.
He buried himself inside of you one final time, his knot pushing in with an audible ‘pop’. Maybe it wasn’t actually audible, but you could hear the sound in your head. The sound of Steve joining himself to you, trusting you with his body.
You waited for him to speak but he didn’t. The wolf had come to the forefront and he kept you on your knees, thrusting as much as he could. When you began to whimper, he moved both of you onto your sides. He wrapped one of his legs over yours and held you close, nipping at your ears and lapping at your throat.
It went on well into the night. The sheets were covered in a mix of blood, arousal and cum from both of you. Steve scrunched them between his hands, spreading the mess and almost rolling in it. He made sure you were amply covered in it and, even though you didn’t have werewolf senses, you bet the house stank of it.
The sun was just beginning to rise as Steve split you open on his cock. A howl echoed through the woods and Steve grunted, trying to focus on the hot grip of your cunt rather than Bucky, who was clearly trying to piss him off.
Bucky howled again, and again, and Steve fucked into you harder each time. At first you’d wished he would stop, but as Steve pulled your hips back onto his, you wished that he would never stop.
“Bucky,” you choked, and Steve growled. “Fuck. Steve, Alpha.”
“I know,” he muttered, “I know. Come on, pretty Omega, come on my fuckin’ cock.”
Steve wrung another orgasm out of you like he’d been doing it for decades. He did it because you wanted it, did it because he wanted it, did it because he knew Bucky fuckin’ Barnes wanted it.
He watched as you sagged into the sheets, moaning at the sharp throbbing between your legs. It was more pleasure than pain, Steve knew, but he worried nonetheless.
Bucky wasn’t close, despite how loud the howls had been. He was daring though. He shouldn’t even have been audible. Steve should have been angry at his best friend’s audacity, but he wasn’t. Amused and surprised, maybe, but not angry.
“Desperate,” Steve laughed a little.
“What?” You hummed, blinking up at him.
“Nothing,” Steve said, slipping his fingers between your legs, “absolutely nothing.”
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Werewolf Steve protecting male reader pls?🥺🥺
“Get. your. hands. off. my. omega. before. I. rip. them. off.” Steve growls low and unlike anything you have ever heard.
Some jackass came in your flower shop and thought getting flirty with you was a good idea when you clearly had a mating mark on your neck, when you said no, he also thought grabbing your wrist and tugging you to him was a good idea, you tried fighting him off, but this guy was much bigger then you, but he wasn’t bigger then Steve, few could be bigger then your 6′4 alpha.
When the alpha lets you go you cradle your wrist to your body, it hurts to move it, your whimper, well.... Steve’s eyes go black and he turns to the alpha trying to flee out the door. Steve tackles him and beats the shit out of him for hurting you.
You don’t stop him, you just call the police. Laying hands on a mated omega was a serious offense and Steve would be in the right.
A hour later Steve has you cuddled in his lap in your nest, your wrist in a tiny little sling type of thing, no moving your arm for awhile, but it was ok, Steve would take care of you.
You scent each other, the action soothing an calming, his arms like loving bands of steel around you, like shields, protecting you, loving you. His nose runs along you neck, under your chin, “My sweet boy, my darling, I’m sorry you got hurt love.”
You whine softly before his lips press to your forehead, “It’s ok alpha, you protected me, you always protect me, you’re a good alpha.” you know your words will sing to his alpha hind brain, but it was true, he was the very best alpha you could ask for.
“I’m going to take care of you little love, my darling boy, alpha will take care of you, you’re mine.” he whispers roughly, clearly still upset you got hurt at all.
“And I’m yours alpha, I’m yours”
His contented purr makes you smile softly. His clawed fingers run up and down your bare back more firmly when he feels you start to relax, "He's lucky I didn't kill him." he whispers a few minutes later by your ear.
"Mmmmm my strong alpha, my tough wolf."
His growl of pleasure makes you shiver, wanting him, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take care of you."
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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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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
Please consider reblogging if you enjoy this fic. Happy reading!
"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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Feel the burn
Title: Feel the Burn
Summary: At Sam’s insistence Steve tries a new gym, with surprising results.
Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Mildly dubious consent, Public sex, Obsessive behavior, Possessive Behavior, Stalking, A/B/O Dynamics
A/N: Just migrating another couple of fics over here 😅 Hope you all enjoy this next installment. God, something about doing it in public just gets me 🥴🥵. 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 gotta say, man, I’m surprised it took you so long to come with.” Steve watched Sam shoulder his duffel bag as he closed his locker with a bang. “These S.H.I.E.L.D gyms are trash.”
Their Sunday workouts had become less impromptu and more routine, but even so, Steve had hedged at trying a new gym. At least he didn’t have anyone gawking at him in the workout rooms on the compound, even if they were lacking in equipment and space. Dealing with curious onlookers—possibly even the press—wasn’t a particularly attractive outcome.
“Natasha keeps telling me I’ve got to get out of my comfort zone,” He replied, grinning. It was easy to see this was a much more modern building, and when they entered into the lobby, Sam swiped his card and waved to the receptionist.
“He’s with me.” He said, pointing at Steve. The young woman nodded, her lips parting and a blush rising to her cheeks as she recognized him. Steve had grown used to that, however, and shot her a winning smile as he walked by. Her scent spiked in response, and he inhaled it thoughtfully.
The weight-room was everything Sam had said it would be, and soon the muscles in his arms and legs burned from his exertions. They’d been at it all morning, and to Steve’s surprise, almost no one had paid him much heed. A few people had recognized him, but most were respectful, keeping their distance and not attempting to engage him in conversation. The receptionist had peeked in a few times, but he couldn’t fault her for that.
“I’m going to get some water.” Steve clapped Sam on his shoulder as he exited. There were so many more scents here than on the compound, it was almost overwhelming. The closest water fountain was just in front of the dance studio, and though the signs outside boasted of its soundproof walls, Steve could still hear faint music coming from under the door.
He bent down to the fountain, taking a few swallows of cold water before wiping his lips and beard of the excess liquid that had gathered there. He couldn’t help himself, and peeked through the glass window again. There were three people inside, two women and a tall, lanky looking man. They were watching the smaller of the two women go slowly through some sort of routine, demonstrating it.
She was truly tiny comparatively, Steve estimated no taller than five and a half feet, and her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Steve watched, impressed as she dropped into a squat, her arms moving in intricate patterns as she knitted her brows in concentration. A thin sheen of sweat shone on her copper colored skin as she popped back up to standing, grinning as she explained something, gesticulating wildly. She was a cute little thing, her curvy body offset with lean muscle.
She’d make a good fighter. He thought absently, his eyes still raking greedily over her form. There were precious few Omegas on the D.C. compound, which Steve was certain was no accident. Several of S.H.I.E.L.D’s best agents were Alphas, and it wouldn’t do to have them slavering after their coworkers. Their scents all carried the unnatural, chemical tang of suppressants as well, making them even more unappealing to Steve’s discerning Alpha brain.
I want to scent her.
There was a schedule posted outside the door, with names and blocks of time during which the room was reserved. He checked his watch, before narrowing his eyes at the scrawled handwriting.
He could wait twenty minutes.
When he returned to the weight room, a small smile on his face, Sam looked at him questioningly.
“Find something cool?”
“I think so.”
They’d already been there all morning, and fifteen minutes later when Steve suggested they head out, Sam was more than agreeable. He didn’t question it when Steve went back for more water, bending his head to drink from the fountain just as the studio door opened.
“I’ll see you later. Don’t forget Saturday, yeah?” The taller woman was leaving, hefting a backpack onto one shoulder as she looked back. “Yancy said the music is gonna be fire. ” There was nothing interesting about her scent, though not unpleasant. Another Beta. For a moment, it was all he could smell, but as she passed, a second scent wormed its way into his brain, making his eyes heavy and lidded. Steve found himself licking his lips hungrily.
He’d always had a thing for Omegas, and though as an Alpha he was compatible with just about anyone, there was something especially enticing about having a whiny, needy Omega begging to be knotted.
“Hah! Okay, Kate. I’ll see if I can swing by.” The answering voice that filtered out of the room was bright and energetic, followed by a giggle. “You better practice!”
Sam’s voice startled him out of his reverie. “You good, man?” He asked, leaning against the glass beside the fountain. “Your mouth is wide open.” Steve snapped his jaw shut audibly, nodding.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He waved him off. “I’ll meet you at the car.” Sam gave him one more suspicious look before shrugging.
Steve turned his attention back to the studio, where only the little Omega remained. It looked like she was picking up, tidying the room for its next use. There was no need, it looked like there was already cleaning staff employed for just that task, but she continued sweeping anyway. Steve waited until she was wiping down the barre next to the mirror to enter.
Her eyes flicked up to his. “Sorry, I’ll be out in a second, just making sure we don’t leave any mess for you,” She apologized, her tone placating.
“Oh don’t rush on my account.” He said smoothly. “I’m a little lost, actually,” He replied, false embarrassment coloring his tone. “It’s my first time here, and I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.” Her gaze turned sympathetic and she laughed, leaning on the barre.
“No problem. I’m always getting lost in here, it’s massive. Where are you trying to get to? I’m just on my way out so it’s all good.” She tossed the used wipe into the trash can, and seated herself on the hardwood floor while she tugged her socks and shoes on.
“The locker rooms,” Steve replied, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave her a self-deprecating smile. “Sorry again.” He watched as she glanced around the room, checking to see if she was leaving anything. As her back was turned, Steve leaned closer, inhaling her scent into his lungs, tasting it on his tongue. She smelled sweet—like summer ripe peaches.
His mouth watered.
“They’re down in the basement,” She said, closing the door behind her as they exited into the hallway. “But you can only use the ‘B’ stairs to get there, so it’s confusing.” She led him down the hall, past other workout rooms, and what looked like a yoga class to the back staircase.
“Thank you for showing me,” He replied casually, though his eyes were locked on her form, watching her every movement. When they reached the lower level, she turned to head down the hallway towards the exit, but Steve caught her hand. “I’m Steve.”
Her pretty face flushed as he grinned at her expectantly. She flushed at his smile, playing with an escaped curl of her coily hair before mumbling her own name. “Nice to meet you.” He could practically hear her heart pumping loudly in her chest, and it was impossible to miss the way her teeth sank into her plump lower lip as his thumb brushed across her knuckles.
“Nice to be met.” He knew he didn’t have much more time, Sam was waiting for him, and wouldn’t stay outside for long before he came looking for his friend.
“W-well I’ll see you around, Steve,” She stammered, still worrying her lip with blunt teeth.
“See you around.”
I’ll certainly be seeing you.
It only took two more trips to Sam’s gym to run into her again, and it was easy to find her in the locker room, that juicy, peach scent leading him straight to her. She was sitting on the bench, facing away from him as she pulled her riotous hair up into a knot above her head.
“Hello again,” He said once he’d had his fill of watching the muscles bunch and relax under her smooth skin. I bet it’s soft. She squeaked in surprise before turning. A relieved expression spread across her pretty face and she smiled up at him.
“Hey! Look at you, finding the locker room,” She joked, standing up. Steve grinned in response to her ribbing.
“What can I say?” He drawled. “You gave me such good directions.” He winked at her, almost groaning as her scent spiked around him. She certainly wasn’t on suppressants, that much was abundantly clear—the strength and clarity of her scent made that a no-brainer. A blush colored her cheeks as she looked away, embarrassed. Steve turned to put his bag into one of the empty lockers, watching her continue to get ready out of the corner of his eye. “Do you come a lot? You seem to know the lay of the land pretty well.”
“Oh yeah. Well I mean I teach a class every other week here,” She chirped, rising to her feet. “Every Thursday.” She was so sweet and friendly, so forthcoming with information that he barely even had to dig.
“That’s fantastic. I should stop by sometime.” He replied, fixing her with another disarming smile over his shoulder. “I’m stiff as a board, though.” She laughs, waving him off.
“Oh, stop. I’m sure you’ve got some rhythm in there somewhere.” She stretched, before putting her hands on her hips decisively. “Well, I’ve gotta go, don’t want to be late for class,” She joked. Steve watched her go, his eyes glued hungrily to her swaying hips. The entire day he could smell her, her scent lingering just inside his nostrils, teasing him.
That pleasing, home-y Omega scent was doing maddening things to his brain, making him think very unbecoming thoughts about her, who he just knew was one floor above him, leaking that sweet scent all over everything she touched.
He could only complete a couple of reps before he was storming back down into the locker room, practically ripping her locker door off of it’s hinges. It was mostly empty, save for her bag and a few other odds and ends—pens, hair ties, socks. In the back, there was a small laundry bag, likely where she stashed her sweat soaked clothes until she could take them home. Steve’s eyes went bright, and before he knew it, he was rifling through the bag, shaking her clothes out onto the empty locker room floor.
It didn’t take but a few seconds to find a pair of her panties, and without hesitation, Steve raised them to his face, inhaling her scent deeply as his cock throbbed in response. He cleaned up carefully, closing the door and replacing everything he’d moved—save the lacy scrap of fabric in his pocket.
And when he returned to the compound that evening, he pressed them to his face again, huffing her scent as he gripped his cock hard, imagining just how tight and sweet and delicious she was going to be when he could finally fuck her. It had been so long, he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be stuck fast; knotted in a tight, quivering Omega.
And if he had it his way, he wouldn’t be waiting to do it much longer.
“You’ve been working out a lot,” Sam said over lunch. “Maybe you should get your own membership, that way I don’t have to go with you,” He said, laughing. Steve shrugged.
“You’re right, I should.”
Steve had been going as often as Sam would go with him; watching her classes, learning her schedule. He knew she would work tomorrow, knew she would get there exactly at 10am to do warmups on her own for an hour before her students got there. He knew she would leave at 3pm, and that she took the R train home.
And when she left the gym the following day, exactly at 3, Steve followed her easily. She didn’t even notice him, standing just feet away. He frowned—he would have to teach her to be more vigilant. She remained unaware when he got off at the same stop she did, following just behind her as she went up the stairs and out the exit. She lived in a small walk-up, devoid of roommates from what he could smell.
Steve resisted the urge to follow her up—he was rock hard already just being bathed in her scent. He wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself with her alone, and his for the taking.
Back at the compound, her panties were still under his pillow. The scent which had been almost overwhelming in its intensity was almost completely faded now, and even as Steve pressed them to his face once again, he grunted with dissatisfaction. Not enough.
It wouldn’t ever be enough again, he knew. He wanted too much to feel that soft, supple skin under his fingers, wanted to feel her tight pussy stretched open around his thick knot rather than just imagining what it might feel like. He pressed his tongue into the fabric, the muted taste of her making him groan and his cock throb even harder.
She had to know what she was doing to him, didn’t she? Prancing around the gym in those barely-there crop tops, her sports bra doing next to nothing, beads of sweat running down her exposed skin… Steve fisted his hand around the base of his cock, not stopping until he’d shot all over his hand, cum dripping steadily from his fingers to the floor. He frowned in distaste at the waste of it before grabbing a towel to clean himself off.
Steve wated until after her next class to speak to her again. Ali smiled at him as he entered the studio, leaning on the broom she’d just been using.
“Not lost again, are you?” She joked, and he smirked.
“No, this time I’ve got a favor to ask,” He replied, and her eyes grew bright with curiosity. “A friend of mine is getting married, and he asked me to come.” A half truth—while it was true that one of the agents he worked with was getting hitched, Steve didn’t know him nearly well enough to care to attend the wedding, let alone be in the service. Still though, he watched her features soften into a longing look, before she smiled.
“Oh, that’s so sweet! I love weddings,” she said wistfully. “I can help you get into dancing shape by then, no problem. I bet it’s a super fancy wedding if they’re asking you to dance. If you come by class next time I’m sure I can find some time—”
Steve cut her off quickly with a bashful look and an anxious smile. “I don’t think I could do it in front of all those people.” He furrowed his brows. “I’d be happy to pay for private sessions, I’m just a little embarrassed.”
She nodded understandingly. Such a sweet little thing, this Omega he’d found. “Well… when’s the wedding? If it’s really soon we could meet as soon as tomorrow and start—”
“Perfect. Tomorrow is perfect.”
“O-okay. Why don’t you give me your number and um, we’ll coordinate?”
He could barely contain his elation. Steve waited until she was busily entering her own contact information into his phone to take hers and do likewise. It was too easy to send the tracking code from her phone to his, just like Natasha had taught him—though not quite for use under these circumstances.
When he checked his phone later, he could see the bright red dot sitting stationary on the software. She was at home. Steve wondered if she was thinking about him. It was almost too much to imagine those slender little fingers traveling down to bury themselves in her sweet cunt—he shuddered.
There was almost no one in the gym when he arrived early for practice with her—She worked there, had a key, and had opened the studio early to save him embarrassment. Of course, he had no intention of learning anything —about dance, anyway. She was waiting for him in the studio, doing stretches against the barre. She’d forgone her usual sweatpants today, and Steve couldn’t help the rumbling growl of approval that emanated from his chest at the sight of her muscular thighs and shapely ass so clearly outlined by the clingy fabric of her leggings. Steve padded over on silent feet, stopping just behind her.
“Morning, teach.” She squealed and whirled around to face him, her hand pressed to her chest in surprise.
“Steve!” His name coming from her lips felt so good, he almost wished he could rewind time to hear it again. “You scared me.”
“Sorry, doll.” He drawled, enjoying seeing her teeth sink into her lip. “What do we do first?” Watching her stretch for hours on end wasn’t currently an option, though he wouldn’t have minded doing so. He inhaled deeply—she smelled so good . Earthy and warm. Standing so close behind her made him want to sink his teeth into her throat, but he resisted the urge with herculean effort.
She turned to face him, her expression all business. “You know, it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize you’re, you know. You.” She replied, holding onto the barre behind her as she bent forward, her curls barely touching the floor as she stretched.
Steve chuckled, rubbing his neck. “Sorry about that. I was kind of enjoying the anonymity.” He admitted, and she rolled back up to standing, smirking just a little. “Drop me into a warzone? No problem. Ask me to dance in front of my coworkers…” He grimaced, and she fixed him with an understanding expression.
“Oh God. I get stage fright too,” She admitted. “Not fun.” Steve was only half listening, his eyes fixed on the sight of the curve of her ass reflected in the mirror. “So let’s start you off with some stretches, just to loosen up your muscles a little. The last thing I need is ‘Captain America pulls hammy at local dance class’ on my conscience,” she laughed. “Let’s start with your legs about shoulder width apart—yeah, just like that!”
Sam had done a fairly good job at getting him up to snuff when they’d started going to the gym together. Steve knew how to stretch before a workout, but he was more than happy to let her run her cool little hands along his body, positioning and bending. Steve had been wise enough to wear loose fitting joggers to the gym that morning—and it was a good thing too, because he was already half hard just from being near her. Damn it.
It was all Steve could do to keep himself from snarling and grabbing her. He wanted to suck her plump bottom lip into his own mouth and scrape his teeth against the tender flesh until he tasted her blood—
“So let’s go ahead and start with a basic slow dance…” Her voice interrupted his racing thoughts. “I mean, it’s a traditional service, isn’t it?” She asked, and Steve nodded distractedly, nostrils flaring as he watched her move over to the stereo. “I’m not going to start with any music, I figure just the metronome will be alright.” He heard her start it, and the rhythmic tapping began echoing through the studio.
There was a light blush on her cheeks as she stepped forward, avoiding direct eye contact. “So, um, I’ll have you get nice and close—Oh!” Steve stepped forward, his hand going around her waist expertly, and tugged her so that she fell forward just a little, her breasts pressing softly against the hard planes of his chest. He quickly suppressed a pleased groan.
“Like this?” he asked, schooling his features into the picture of innocence. He could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips.
“Um, y-yeah,” She stammered. She reached back to check the placement of his hand, and Steve couldn’t help but relish the feel of her soft fingers caressing the back of his hand. She stepped back a bit, and looked up at him before resting her hand on his shoulder. “So, um, if you’re really comfortable with your date, you could put your hands on their hips, or shoulders,” She explained, bashfully looking away when his gaze became too much to handle. Steve’s mouth was practically watering. He knew he had to be pumping out pheromones like mad—after all, he could almost taste the thick, heavy scent of her arousal all around them. It emboldened him.
Steve dropped both hands to her hips as though at her own suggestion, unable to help when his thumbs caressed the bare skin at her midriff, just above her leggings. There were little beads of sweat beginning to pool at her temple, and he could see her nipples hardening through her thin bra and t-shirt.
“A-a-and then, you’ll want to shift your weight, as, um, you move back and forth with your partner,” Her voice faltered a little as Steve began leading her, his hands still gentle on her hips. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” She asked softly, a breathy laugh escaping her chest.
“Mmm,” Steve replied noncommittally, swiping his thumbs across her flesh again, and enjoying when she shivered. “Not really,” He lied. “I didn’t even dance at any of those fancy parties they make us go to.” Her scent was so thick now, it was coming off of her in waves. She pushed away from him suddenly, her hand going to her head as she shook it, as though attempting to clear her foggy thoughts.
“S-Steve, I think maybe we should wait until some of the other folks get here,” She said softly, retreating further away from him to lean against the barre. “I think, um—”
“What do you think?” He drawled, crossing the distance she’d created between them easily. He caged her in with his arms, leaning down so that their faces were almost touching. Her eyes were wide, and her pupils dilated. She had to know by now what his intentions were—she wasn’t stupid, his Omega.
“Steve, I—I think maybe we’re a little worked up, and we should stop before we do something we both regret—” Hot anger laced through him at her words. As though he would regret anything. He didn’t let her finish, and slated his hot mouth over hers, sucking bruisingly hard on her lower lip while she whimpered and opened for him easily. Steve grinned against her mouth and dragged his canines down her lip, splitting it. He moaned when the taste of her coppery blood hit his tongue, and when he opened his eyes again, there was hardly any trace of blue that could be seen around his pupils.
He pulled away, marveling at the bright welling of blood gathering on her trembling lower lip. He swiped it away with a gentle thumb before cupping her face.
“What’s the matter, doll?” He asked, dropping a softer kiss onto her pouting mouth. He could tell his scent was wreaking havoc on her senses, and it would only take just a few more pushes until she was putty in his hands. Steve ran his thumbs across her pebbled nipples, drawing them over the curve of her breasts before settling on her waist and massaging the tense, fluttering muscles in her belly.
“We can’t!” Her voice was panicked, even as she pressed into his hands. “I—I—” Steve leaned down to lick the side of her throat, laving all the way up to her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth, groaning. She was in no position to be giving him orders, but his bossy little Omega didn’t seem to grasp that just yet. Steve slid his thigh up between hers, and growled audibly at the feel of her damn heat through the flimsy fabric.
“You gonna tell me what I can and can’t do, doll?” He asked softly, before dragging his teeth down her throat. He laved the reddened welts roughly with his tongue. She let out a little whimper.
“I’ll—I’ll get f-fired,” She stuttered, a strangled moan escaping her throat when he began dragging his thigh back and forth, grinding it hard against her. “Steve if someone s-sees—” Despite her weak complaining, her scent grew thicker—just a little. Steve smirked at this, and ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.
“You worried someone will see us, doll?” He asked, and she nodded quickly. Steve reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her taut nipples between his rough fingers. She mewled. “I wonder what they would say, hmm? You think they would watch me split you open on my knot, Omega?” She was panting, half drunk on his scent the way he was on hers, and his words weren’t helping. Steve pulled his leg away from her, and she made a disappointed noise in her throat as her hips moved to follow. His gray sweats were stained just a little darker where she was sitting, and Steve groaned at the sight of it.
“Poor thing, you soaked all the way through your leggings, didn’t you?” He taunted, drawing a thumb across her parted lips before dipping it inside. She latched onto it, sucking as he pumped it in and out of her mouth. She released him with an audible pop when he grasped her breast roughly, and Steve was mesmerized by the dribble of saliva that dripped down her chin. He repeated the action with his index and middle finger, shoving them into her mouth while his other hand feverishly worked at tugging down her leggings. Her ass was resting on the barre, her back against the mirror as her feet dangled just a few inches off of the floor.
“Alpha.” He corrected, delighting in the little tremor that ran through her heated flesh. She was only wearing a thong underneath her leggings, and Steve groaned, snapping the elastic band against her skin.
“Alpha!” She cried out in surprise. Steve ‘hmmed’ in response, tracing her soaked slit reverently. She was so wet the fabric was practically see-through, and as he peeled it away, the sight of her wet, dripping pussy made him close his eyes and moan. “Oh God ,” she panted helplessly as he sank a single finger into her. Steve had to stop his knees from trembling, and leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers to steady himself. She was so tight , he didn’t even know how he was going to fit his cock inside, let alone his knot—and the very thought made him throb hotly in his pants.
She keened, bucking her hips as she sought more friction, grinding against his hand. Steve grinned lasciviously, before inching his finger out slowly, knuckle by knuckle. Her lidded eyes flew open, and she whined, reaching for him to try and force him back.
“Ah, ah. Patience, Omega. I waited so long to have you,” He crooned, dropping to his knees in front of her. “Open for me. Thaaat’s it. Good girl.” He helped her part her thighs, spreading them wide open so that he could see every bit of pink, glistening flesh between her legs. Her cheeks were ruddy from pleasure and embarrassment, and Steve couldn’t help but think that perhaps his Omega might have a penchant for fucking in public. He leaned forward and ran his tongue up the same path his fingers had taken, moaning audibly at the taste of her.
Steve sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue as she writhed. If not for his iron hold on her hip, she might have slipped down to the floor right along with him. He ran his tongue through her folds, sucking down her juices greedily. He pulled away, nipping the soft flesh of her thigh with sharp canines.
“Say ‘thank you Alpha’, for making you feel so good, Omega,” he instructed, knowing she was too far gone not to comply.
“Thank you, Alpha! Thank you Alpha!” The words tore themselves raggedly from her throat as he pushed her further and further toward the inevitable. The metronome was still going, only it’s quiet ticking was drowned out by her breathy moans and cries. Steve growled against her, before closing his teeth gently around her clit and pulling .
She came apart in his mouth, shaking and crying out so loud he would have worried someone would hear her outside the building if not for the soundproofing. Steve wiped his mouth and stood tall over her trembling form, his eyes hungry.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she mumbled again as he helped her off of the barre and down to the hardwood floor.
“Alpha’s not done with you yet.” He said quietly, pausing to suck his fingers clean of her. “Not by a long shot.”
“Steve, where are you? Fury’s losing his shit, man.” Sam’s voice was irritated, but not concerned. Steve held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he spoke.
“Sorry, I went for an early workout and forgot to report back.” He replied absently. “Got my hands a bit full at the gym.” He couldn’t help but smirk at the dual meaning behind his choice of words. His hands, of course, were currently full of sloppy, wet, whimpering Omega, but Sam didn’t need to know that. They were seated in one of the burner Jeeps that Fury let them drive off the compound, the seat pushed all the way back as she straddled him. Her form was draped over the steering wheel, hips deliciously close to his face as he pumped two fingers lazily in and out of her wet heat.
As if on cue, she whined loudly when he crooked them inside her, her thighs trembling as she tried to hold herself up.
“What was that?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Steve lied, scissoring his fingers. “Tell Fury I’ll be back soon.” He could practically hear Sam shrugging as the line went dead. Steve tossed the phone haphazardly into the passenger seat, before leveling a hard smack against her ass. She cried out, even as her cunt clenched hard around his fingers.
“You almost got us caught, doll,” He chastised, loving every breathy whine he coaxed from her. This was almost too perfect—after she’d cum all over his face in the practice room, Steve had been tempted just to sink his cock into her right there—but there was a class due to start soon, and he didn’t really want anyone else to see her.
It was a titillating thought, though.
“Just think, if anyone walks back here, they’ll see you. Soaked and messy, and all full of your Alpha.” She tightened around him again, and Steve knew he couldn’t wait any longer. His cock was rock hard, the tip reddened and throbbing eagerly. She whimpered as he slipped his fingers out of her and pulled himself out of his sweats, pumping his cock a few times and smearing her juices across his own flesh.
“No,” She moaned, though he wasn’t sure what she was denying.
“No what, Omega?” Steve grasped her hips easily between his hands, turning her around effortlessly to face him. She weighed practically nothing compared to him. Her eyes were bright, and lips parted as she panted. Her hair had come out of it’s messy bun long ago, and was wild and loose around her shoulders. Steve had already pushed her sports bra up and over her breasts, exposing them lewdly, and her leggings were somewhere in the car, abandoned hastily when he’d tugged her inside. “No, you don’t want anyone to see you getting that sweet pussy filled up by your Alpha? No you don’t want me to split you open with my cock? Which is it, doll?”
Steve wasn’t used to speaking so obscenely, but she just… brought it out of him. Made him want to be filthy with her—and hell was it getting him off. Steve wasn’t sure he could have anyone else after this, she fit so perfectly against him, and the sounds she was making were driving him fucking crazy.
“I—I—I don’t want anyone to see!” She cried out desperately, burying her embarrassed face in the crook of his neck as he chuckled at her. His cock was leaking, and Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head as the tip slid against her. She whined.
“Oh, baby.” He groaned, moving her hips back and forth, dragging her soaking pussy along his cock. “Then why do you get so wet every. Time. I say it?” He thrust up into her, pushing the tip just inside of her. She moaned loudly, and fought his grip in an attempt to force him all the way in. “Tell me how bad you want Alpha’s cock here in the car, where anyone could walk by and see you.” Steve could feel her breath puffing hotly against his skin, licking and sucking at his pulse.
“I want you to fuck me here, Alpha!” Steve could hear the shame in her voice, and he took one hand and pushed back against her shoulder until he could see her flushed face.
“I-I-I—‘’ She covered her face with her hands, even as Steve thrust gently against her.
“The longer you take, you know, the more likely it is someone will see,” Steve said lowly, still refusing to allow her to sink down onto his cock like she wanted. That seemed to spur her on, and she turned her watery eyes to his.
“I want you to fuck me right here, Alpha.” She said quietly, her lip trembling even as it felt like her pusssy was trying actively to suck him inside. Steve’s own self control was hanging on by a thread, but he was determined to make her lose it before he did. “I-I-oh fuck—I nee-ed it, Steve!” She cried brokenly, and he knew he had won. Steve pushed some damp strands of hair out of her face before raking his teeth hard across her lip.
“Good girl.” He snarled, sheathing himself inside of her in one smooth motion. Her head lolled back as a low moan forced itself out of her throat. Steve sucked one of her pert little nipples into his mouth, pulling at it with his teeth as he slowly lifted her off of his cock; pulling her up until just the tip was inside, and then slamming her back down. She was mumbling words in between the incoherent cries, and it took Steve a few moments to realize it was his name .
“Fu-uck, Steve, yes, yes, Steve—” She was tightening around him so deliciously… Steve groaned, his arms going about her shoulders as he fucked up into her, holding her in place. Suddenly, the parking gate opened, and another car drove slowly into the lot. Her body immediately tensed, and she attempted to clamor off of his lap, but Steve held fast, continuing to drive his cock into her with heavy, measured thrusts.
“Steve, they’ll see—!” She said desperately, though her words were cut off with a sharp snap of his hips, and they devolved into another ragged moan. “Oh God!” The car parked across the lot, but still in clear view, and the driver exited, heading for the gym entrance. They glanced toward the jeep, but headed inside without investigating further. Her pussy tightened so hard and so fast it was almost painful, squeezing his cock for everything it was worth as Steve fucked her, reaching between their bodies to toy with her swollen clit.
“Think they saw us?” He asked mockingly. He twisted the throbbing nub of flesh with expert fingers, and her body convulsed, going rigid in his arms. Steve’s own eyes rolled shut at the sensation. “I wonder what they thought seeing you like this, doll. Tits out, getting fucked open on Alpha’s cock.” She whimpered at his words, though her pussy continued to grip him like a vice. Her thighs shook, and her blunt fingernails scored his back as he forced her closer and closer to the all consuming orgasm only he could give her. “Knew you needed this,” He snarled, sucking hard enough on her neck to leave an ugly bruise. “Showing up in that shirt, those goddamn leggings just to tease me!”
“N-no, Alpha,” She cried in denial, even as she cocked her head submissively to the side, allowing him further access. “I wasn’t trying to—”
“Little fucking show-off.” He could barely hear her rebuttals he was so lost in the pleasure of her body. “Say it. Tell Alpha how much you like showing off, and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He growled, delighting in the whimper that escaped her. “Now!” He thrust up into her rapidly, losing control of his pacing the closer he got.
“C-caught you watching me once,” She admitted breathily. “I— fuck, ugh— I liked it!”
Steve kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and greedily swallowing every breathy noise she made. He fisted his hand in her messy curls, yanking her head back as his knot began to swell at the base of his cock.
“Gonna mark you, fill you up, Omega,” He panted, his eyes wild. “Whole world’s gonna know who you belong to, always. ” She seized up around him, crying out as she fell to pieces on his cock, her entire body shaking. She threw her head back, her lips parted as her hands scrabbled for purchase against his smooth skin. Steve fucked her through it, his knot grinding against her clit and sending shudders rolling through her body.
He came then, with her still pulsing around him; shooting thick ropes of cum unp into her as his knot held them together, stuck fast. Steve was panting too, and as she slumped, boneless into his arms, Steve cradled her head with a gentle hand, tilting her head to the side.
“Alpha?” She mumbled, her thoughts obviously still scrambled. It didn’t matter—He’d already made his mind up. Steve didn’t want anyone else—how could he, now? He wanted to scowl down at the little Omega murmuring sleepily in his lap, but she clenched around him again, and he shuddered. Perfection. Steve caressed her cheek before sliding his hand gently down her throat, locating the mating gland at the base of her throat with the pad of his thumb, pressing on it gently. She whined uncomfortably, but he silenced her with a look before pressing his lips to the already bruised flesh of her throat.
“I told you I was going to mark you,” He replied before sinking his teeth into her flesh, feeling it tear beneath his canines as her sweet blood burst into his mouth. His eyes slid to half mast as he laved the wound with his tongue, his cock throbbing. Steve fucked up into her lazily, and she let out a strangled cross between a hiccup and a moan.
“But Steve—” He lifted his head from her throat, licking her blood off of his lips. He knew he had to look intimidating, his eyes hard.
“Is there someone else?” He asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her. She ducked her head, shaking it.
“Good, Omega.” He lowered his head again, lapping at the sluggishly bleeding puncture wounds at her throat. She wouldn’t be able to mark him until her next heat, but that was fine. Steve could be more than patient when he set his mind to it. “Don’t fret, doll,” he stroked the side of her face affectionately, grinning when she leaned into his palm. “I just don’t want to share.”
Her cheeks colored, and she began pulling down the bra and t-shirt Steve had pulled up. She was so cute, fucked completely silly and stuck on his knot for the foreseeable future. He glanced down the line of their bodies where they were connected, and licked his lips.
“Um, Steve? Since we’re… you know… could you at least drive around to the back, where no one will, you know… see us?” She asked embarrassedly, playing with a coil of her hair. Steve chuckled.
“No one will see you, doll. Not here.” She looked at him confusedly, raising an eyebrow. Steve rapped his knuckle against the windshield, and then the window. “Tinted.”
She slumped against him, sighing with relief. “Good. Because that was my boss that walked in.” Steve chuckled, before rolling his hips into hers again. She mewled, hissing. “Steve!”
“What’s wrong, Omega? Tired already?”
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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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Pace Is The Trick - Part Four [Beta Ending]
Summary | Being a Beta doctor is great until your crush on Alpha Steve Rogers comes screeching to a halt after he takes your advice about rut leave.
Alpha! Steve Rogers x Beta! Doctor Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Do not interact with my work if you are under 18+. A LOT of angst, Omega heat, Alpha scenting, pregnancy mention.
Now that I made you nervous, I hope you enjoy it! Let me know which ending you like best!
Word Count: 3,106
Previous: One, Two, Three
divider by @firefly-graphics | gif by @stars-bean
You hiccup as a tear slides down your cheek, the heating pad doing nothing to soothe your cramps.
You don’t get heat leave. Not as a Beta. When your periods come, you use your sick pay and hope for the best. You’ve always gotten the worst of it before it actually starts and you know that it will be a few days for it to actually materialize.
The uncomfortable pain that is lodged in your lower back makes you shift on your bed as you hear a knock. You’ve known Steve was back since the frantic text message Daniel had sent you, asking where you were as you sequestered yourself away.
“Captain Rogers is here,” Friday announces.
“Tell him I’m not here,” you groan softly.
“Captain Rogers’ heat signature will not allow me to override your command.”
You forgot that you’ve allowed a handful of people access to your apartment - in the event they need immediate care. Which could only mean that Steve must need your assistance.
“Fine,” you answer through clenched teeth. “Let him in.”
You curl into a ball as the oversized heating pad winds around your back and belly, his footsteps coming down the hall. You know you should get up, grab your medical bag that is sitting on the chair across the room when you see him, a worried expression on his face. Once you realize there is nothing physically wrong with him, you press the heating pad against your abdomen, closing your eyes. The last thing you want is another fight, already emotional at the ordeal you’ve gone through.
“What do you want?” you ask, aware that your voice is meaner than normal. You just want the pain to go away, to cease so that you can breathe. The scent of him is stronger than usual and you know that if you weren’t in so much pain that you would worry that he was slowly coming into rut. But it’s only been two weeks since then and you know that it’s probably just you and your hormones.
“Are you hurt?” Steve asks. “I can’t smell you.”
“You wouldn’t, remember?” you snap. “I’m not an Omega. What is it, Steve?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. Daniel said you left your office early when I went to find you.”
“I’ll be fine. Thank you for checking on me,” you politely reply, trying to remember your manners. “It’s just cramps.”
You can tell he’s trying to scent you and you groan in distress, trying to turn your back to him.
“I’m not a fucking Omega,” you say harshly, opening your eyes to glare at him. “It’s just a regular period cramps. Because I’m a Beta and that’s what we do. We don’t get to smell all nice or have to worry about heats. We worry about horrible menstruation and the fact I have to use up all my sick pay because it lasts longer than it should. Did I make myself clear?”
“I know you aren’t an Omega,” Steve responds in a clipped tone. “I’m well aware of what you are. It doesn’t mean I don’t worry any less.”
“Well,” you muffle into your arm as you twist your body to try to get comfortable as you whimper at the pain. “Don’t worry about me.”
“I can’t help but worry about you,” Steve admits, lowering himself down onto your bed. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what you said before I left.”
Tears prick your eyes as you feel his warm hands on your ankle, strong fingers massaging your calf as they move up your thigh.
“I can’t help you anymore,” you protest, voice shaking with emotion. “Just go.”
“Stop telling me what to do,” Steve counters, his voice authoritative as you huff into your pillow.
Once his hand reaches your lower back, his fingers press on your lower back, relief almost instantaneous as you exhale slowly.
“You really want me to go? I’ll go,” he tells you, his hand stopping briefly to push up under your t-shirt to get to your skin, already warm from the pad that was resting there moments before.
“No,” you answer softly, his other hand joining the massage on your back as you flatten on your belly.
“Then why are you trying to argue with me?”
A shiver runs through you as his lips press against your lower back, his nose slotted between the curve of your spine.
“Because it won’t work,” you whimper, his scent in your nose. It’s comforting and you inhale a little deeper greedily. “I asked Bruce for a serum. Maybe it could change me.”
Steve pulls away from you as you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Why would you do that?”
“Because,” you pause, trying to swallow. “I just wanted to see what it’s like.”
“You don’t need to see what it’s like. I love you just the way you are. Let that be enough.”
Turning your head away from him, you pull away at his touch.
“He said he’d have to do research but it would take a while. And he said the same thing you did. I don’t need it.”
“He’s right,” Steve agrees. “You don’t need it. You think I want an Omega who I can command, have them living off my every word. They’re designed to take a knot. You are so much more than that.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” you counter, wiping away a tear. “I understood.”
He seems almost relieved at your defeated statement, pulling you gently against him before you feel his lips brush against your forehead.
“You don’t need to change, sweetheart. I love you just the way you are. We’re going to get through this. I promise.”
“Thanks for coming on such short notice,” Dr. Cho says cheerfully as you watch her place a bandaid on your arm from your inoculation. “Last of the routine physicals and you’re always the hardest one to pin down.”
Dr. Cho is an Omega, one that you love being around because she’s so matter of fact and funny. She’s the only one you’ve told about how you feel and even though she understands why you feel that way, you know she doesn’t agree.
“Busy,” you answer, hopping off the exam bed. “Work is never finished.”
“Are things better now?”
She phrases it hopefully and you nod. It has been better. Busy is an understatement. Thor and Clint have kept you busy with the new recruits, overeager and ready to prove themselves. By the time you do see Steve, it’s a quick dinner or a movie before you call it a night.
“Our schedules are all over the place.”
“Maybe you need a vacation,” Dr. Cho hums with a small nudge. “You make a nice couple. I know, I know. You’re more than just Captain America’s girlfriend. Don’t give me that look.”
When you pull on your coat, she looks through your file once more.
“Everything looks good. Perfectly healthy.”
You give her a smile before you open the door, running right into the Omega from Accounting.
“Oh my gosh, Doc, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!”
You force a smile, knowing that it was an accident. You can smell her sweet scent and you let her go past, right as Steve turns the corner. Your stomach does a flip as Steve nods his head to her.
“Captain,” the Omega greets, slowing her steps.
He continues toward you before he stops, lifting his head at the scent of her, inhaling deeply as you see his face get flushed. You can see his pupils dilate and you suck in a breath.
“Oh,” she breathes, taking a step back as she lifts her throat to him. “I’m sorry, Captain.”
“It’s fine,” Steve clips, swallowing hard as he clenches his jaw. “Have a good day.”
When she leaves, you see him turn his head toward her again, almost entranced until he turns around to see your face.
“I’m sorry,” Steve says immediately, shaking his head. “She’s in heat, I just…”
You blink back the incoming tears, nodding quickly before you spin on your heels to head back to your office, ignoring Steve’s plea for you to wait.
Locking the door behind you, you pace, trying to center yourself and rationalize what has happened. It’s normal. It’s biology. He’s an Alpha. There is no way around that.
“I’m sorry,” Steve says against the door. “I didn’t think she’d be there.”
“Of course she would be. She’s been looking for you,” you answer, spying your medical bag in the corner.
You want to ask Sam if he needs help again. It’ll take your mind off of this and you want a distraction.
“Can you please come out and talk to me?”
You lower your head into your hands, exhaling all the emotions that are building up inside of you. It hurts too much to think this way and you know you can’t truly change who you are.
“It won’t work, Steve,” you finally answer after a long pause. “We aren’t… we can’t.”
“What are you talking about? We were fine.”
“Did you know Dr. Cho said that Betas have a hard time conceiving when they are with an Alpha? I don’t even know if that’s what you want out of life but if you did, it wouldn’t be with me. It isn’t compatible. Did you know when you had your rut those months ago that she asked me for a pregnancy test? I should have known then.”
“Don’t,” Steve orders. “Don’t do this.”
“I can’t be with you, Steve. I’m sorry.”
The silence on the other end of the door is the only answer you receive.
It’s late when you finally leave the office, eyes a dull ache from the crying before you lock the door. You inhale a deep breath, shoulders relaxing slightly before you make your way to your car. Exhausted does not begin to cover how you feel, rubbing your eyes as you lean against the trunk.
“Can I at least say goodbye?”
You jump at the sound of Steve's voice, turning to face him.
“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” you begin, trying to keep your voice even. “I didn’t want it to come to this but I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to stop comparing but I can’t. And it isn’t fair to you. You can’t help it.”
“Nothing happened,” Steve denies. “It was just the scent.”
“That I don’t have,” you reply quietly. “That I never will.”
He sighs, watching you for a moment.
“I love you. You don’t need to have a scent.”
“Steve,” you protest, wiping your eyes. “I know that. But-”
“I want to be with you. Not anyone else. Just you. If you want me to truly be out of your life, I’ll respect that. But I want you to at least give us a try before you give up on us for good.”
At your sniffle, he comes closer, his hand brushing against yours.
“I need to think about it,” you whisper, trying to ease the lump in your throat.
“Okay,” Steve agrees. “That’s all I ask.”
He kisses your cheek, stopping slightly as he stares at you, eyes narrowing before he scents you again.
“Steve,” you hiss, your irritation rising as you pull away. “I have to go.”
He swallows hard. If you didn’t know any better, you swear you could see his eyes getting glassy before he gives you your space.
“See you tomorrow,” he says in a farewell.
You’re sifting through your reports when an email comes through. It’s a denial of clearance, something you’ve never received when you take on your missions with Sam and the team.
The reason for the denial is simply listed as high risk. You sort through your file, looking at the report from your physical. Your annoyance makes you pick up the phone, contacting the sender directly.
When you give all your details, the security clearance officer sighs.
“I’m so sorry, Doctor. It’s a level five clearance denial. This is above me,” he apologies.
“Level five? Who denied it?”
It wouldn’t be Sam. He’s a level four.
“Captain Rogers,” comes the reply. “You’ll have to get approval from him.”
You hold back a swear as you push away your work, closing your eyes as you take a deep inhale for patience.
“Captain Rogers denied my clearance. Good to know. Thank you.”
“Of course. I’m sorry about that.”
When you hang up, you blow past Danny, who gives you a wide eyed stare.
“Where are you off to now?”
“My clearance was denied,” you snap. “I’m going to fix it.”
By the time you head up the steps, you’re practically shaking with anger. No one gets in the way of your work. Not even Steve.
His door is open when you knock on the side of it, watching as he lifts his head at the sight of you, placing his pen on his notebook.
“Come on in.”
You close the door behind you before you exhale.
“You denied my clearance for the mission.”
Steve straightens up at your accusation.
“I did,” he answers with a nod. “I had to.”
“Why? You don’t have any right to deny it. My physical came back fine, Dr. Cho cleared me without any issues.”
Steve doesn’t answer you for a moment, leaning back in his chair as you take that as a sign to continue.
“You can’t just deny my requests because you’re upset about us. That’s over the line, even for you. I said I would think about us. That doesn’t mean you interfere with my work.”
“This isn’t just about you,” Steve clips, eyes narrowing at you.
“Then what is it? You never wanted me to go, remember? You love to tell me how dangerous it is.”
“It is too dangerous.”
“No, it isn’t,” you argue back, your voice raising. “Alpha or not, you don’t get to make that decision for me.”
“I’m doing it because I’m keeping you and our baby safe.”
Your heart flutters at his words.
“You’re pregnant. You smelled different the night I saw you and then I knew.”
“That’s not… we… I can’t be.”
Steve rises from his chair as you take a step back.
“Dr. Cho said it’s slim to none. I can’t be.”
“Yeah? Well my biology says you are. Your scent changed.”
“Omegas have that,” you snap, shaking your head. “I don’t.”
“I don’t want to hear another word about Omegas. You aren’t an Omega. You’re a pregnant Beta who is having my baby who isn’t going on that mission or any other mission in the near future. Your biology also allows for your scent to change as well, you know.”
You huff at his answer, turning around to head back to the med bay.
Dr. Cho’s eyes widen at the sight of you when you close the door behind you, her clipboard clattering onto the ground at the sight of your shocked expression.
“What happened? Is this about the voicemail I left?” she asks, placing her hand on your shoulder as you look down at it in disbelief.
“Yes. I left you a voicemail about your blood tests. I thought you were on your way here to talk about it.”
“I’m pregnant,” you tell her.
“I know,” Dr. Cho confirms with a small smile. “That’s why I tried to call you. I tried to catch you first before I sent off a recommendation for you to halt your clearance access requests.”
“Helen, you said that I couldn’t...that this wouldn’t be possible. We weren’t compatible.”
“I said the chances were slim, not impossible. It depends on biology. Steve’s rut was about seven weeks ago and you never had your cycle. What you saw most likely was implantation bleeding. Between him being an Alpha and the serum, the probability was a lot higher than you think.”
You slip down into a chair, fighting back tears while Helen kneels next to you.
“This isn’t what you want?”
When she takes your hand in hers, you give it a small squeeze of reassurance.
“It is,” you assure her. “I just… it’s complicated. I pushed Steve away and now this? I can’t do this by myself.”
“You aren’t going to do this by yourself,” she reminds you. “You love him, don’t you?”
You cover your mouth as you let out a soft cry, nodding your head as she holds you.
“I know,” Dr. Cho soothes, rubbing your back gently. “You can’t always be strong. You’re going to have a baby. You can’t keep pushing Steve away. Let him be strong for you. He loves you.”
You don’t expect the soft knock on the door to be heard until the door swings open, Steve standing in front of you as you try to keep your composure.
“Come in,” he tells you, opening the door wider for you to step through.
The last time you were here, you didn’t leave for a week and it feels foreign now, almost as if you’re intruding on his space.
“Dr. Cho said she talked to you,” Steve sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I figured you wanted to get confirmation.”
“She told me.”
“And?” Steve pauses, waiting for your answer.
You rub your ams, a shuddering sigh leaving your lips.
“Biologically speaking, this is supposed to be impossible and here I am, seven weeks along.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes,” you answer quickly, not wasting a second. “I’m nervous but I’m excited.”
“Even if it’s mine? You made it clear that you and I are different,” Steve reminds you quietly, keeping his distance from you. “I figured you were coming here to work out an arrangement.”
“I do want to talk arrangements.”
Steve tenses at your words, nodding quickly as he waits for you to finish.
“We need a house,” you continue, looking around his apartment. “More space. I’ll move my schedule around. You have to promise to not just up and leave when Stark tells you to. There’s two of us now. Not just me.”
You can see the quick glimmer of happiness in his eyes as he nods along.
“Can I add something else?”
You nod at his question as he comes closer, pulling you gently into his arms as he kisses you slowly.
“No more talk about what you aren’t. You’re going to be the mother of my child and as soon as you say yes, Mrs. Captain Steve Rogers. Biology be damned,” Steve murmurs against your lips. “And now that I know that you’re going to get nice and round, we better make up for lost time since we’re going to have our hands full.”
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Pace Is The Trick - Part Four [Omega Ending]
Summary | Being a Beta doctor is great until your crush on Alpha Steve Rogers comes screeching to a halt after he takes your advice about rut leave.
Alpha! Steve Rogers x Beta! Doctor Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Do not interact with my work if you are under 18+. A angst, drinking, Omega heat, knotting, mentions of pregnancy.
I hope you enjoy it! Let me know which ending you like best! A HUGE thank you to @angrythingstarlight for her idea on this particular ending!
Word Count: 2,315
Previous: One, Two, Three
divider by @firefly-graphics | gif by @stars-bean
“How ya been, Doc?” Dr. Banner greets you when you finally get the courage to visit him in his lab. “Been a while.”
“I know,” you answer, forcing a smile. “You know I wouldn’t ask this if it wasn’t important but I need a favor and it’s one that you’re going to try to talk me out of.”
Banner’s expression changes from cheerful to suspicious, eyebrows knitting together as he turns around in his chair to give you his full attention.
“Is this what you were hinting about earlier?”
When you nod, Banner shakes his head slowly.
“I can’t let you do this,” he begins, giving you a sad smile. “Too dangerous.”
“Dangerous how? I’d be your test subject. You said yourself you were looking for someone to test out the serum.”
“That was before. That’s the way, isn’t it? Didn’t Jeff Goldblum say that just because we can, doesn’t mean we should. It’s like that, you know? I give you the serum and what if it’s permanent?”
“Then it’s permanent,” you stress, sitting down across from him. “I’ve been doing some thinking and I… please, Bruce.”
“There has to be genetic counseling taking place. We’re talking about changing your entire biology. That’s not an easy feat.”
“I know that.”
“Then you know that I can’t just give you the serum and act like it’s not a big deal. I can’t do that.”
Defeated once more, you finally nod as Bruce reaches out to you to try to console you. You pull away slowly, Bruce’s hand falling at his side.
“Today has just not been my day,” you murmur, blinking away tears. “Thanks for listening to me, Doctor Banner.”
“Where are you going?”
“Home,” you answer quietly, picking up your purse. “Have a good night.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could help you but I can’t do that. The only person I’d experiment on is myself. Not to mention, Steve would be beside himself if something happened to you.”
You nod slowly before you slip out the door, head down as you head toward your car.
Somewhere in another country, you see a flash of Steve on the news, alongside Natasha and Tony, the headline ticking across the bottom of the screen praising them for their heroic efforts before you turn off the TV and pour yourself another glass of wine.
You close your eyes, remembering how the Omega from Accounting seemed so hopeful that she would have Steve assist her through her heat. You can’t forget how long you’d stared at the smooth column of your neck. No mating gland for you, even as you’ve tried to imagine what it would look like to be claimed.
When your phone rings, you wipe your eyes and answer, unsure who would be calling you at such a late hour.
“Hello?” you greet cautiously.
“Hi Doc. This is Doctor Stearns.”
You sit up at the sound of the voice. Stearns is Banner’s colleague. You clutch the phone to your ear as you take another sip of wine.
“How can I help you, Doctor Stearns?”
“Well, it’s more like how I can help you. I heard your disagreement with Banner. He’s wrong, by the way.”
A soft chuckle at the other end confirms what you realize now. Stearns has always been quiet and you’re sure that Banner’s door was open during your conversation.
“As an Omega myself, I don’t think you’re prepared for what you’re asking,” Stearns cautions. “But I think that as far as candidates go, you’d be the best one. Word travels fast. The Captain is known for his confidentiality but we could scent him on you.”
“It doesn’t matter now,” you reply, trying to block the last time you saw him out of your mind. “We’re… I don’t know what we are.”
“What if I could help you?”
“If Banner wouldn’t allow it, why would you?”
“Because I like a challenge. Think of how it would be, Doctor. You said yourself you wanted to experience it. I could make it happen for you. You’re one of the good ones, you know. I wouldn’t offer to help you out if I didn’t think you’d benefit from it.”
You listen to him on the other end, wondering what his idea entails.
“How long would it last?”
“I haven’t tested it yet. That’s where you come in. I’m here a little late tonight if you want to swing by.”
You look at the time, knowing you shouldn’t be out this late. But this is a chance you know you won’t ever get again.
“I’ll be there,” you answer.
Pulling up the Uber app, you hesitate for a moment before a flash of the Omega and Steve flash through your mind and your mind is made up.
Steve runs into Danny when he returns, Danny glancing back at your door nervously.
“What’s the matter?” Steve asks, noting the way Danny seems to shift his feet.
“It’s just… it’s not like her to not come in. She must be sick or something,” Danny responds, pulling out his cell phone to stare at the last text he sent you.
“She usually will let me know when she’s not coming in and it’s been hours and nothing. I’m starting to get worried.”
Steve looks back at your door and then back to Danny.
“I’ll go see if she’s home. I’ll let you know if I find out anything,” Steve promises, heading down the hallway.
He wastes no time getting on his motorcycle, rushing through the small bit of traffic, you still in the forefront of his mind. You were polite when you replied to his text messages before you went radio silent, mentioning nothing about the encounter you shared. He knows he hurt you and that you were still tender. What should have been a sense of Alpha pride and possessiveness that he was the one who did that to you, it was replaced with guilt and sadness when you pushed him away.
But he knows something is wrong as he takes the steps two at a time, knocking on your door as he waits. A scent catches his nose and he leans forward, inhaling slowly as he swallows hard.
He knocks again and there’s a soft murmur that he takes as an approval as he tries the door. It’s locked and he tries again, pressing his ear to the door as he hears your soft footsteps.
The sound of the door unlocking catches his attention and he tries the door once more. When it opens, he closes it behind him. You’re nowhere to be found, his eyes searching the empty living room. The scent gets stronger the closer he gets to your room.
The fan blows on your dewy skin as you curl into a ball, clutching a pillow as you hide your face, body trembling.
Steve stops in his tracks at the sight of your naked body, glistening with perspiration, your fingers curled against your belly.
He kneels in front of you, swallowing hard as he scents you, eyes focused on the glossy slick between your thighs.
“What did you do?” Steve asks you carefully, resisting the urge to touch you as your eyes are glassy with tears. “Did you… tell me you didn’t do it.”
You nod slowly, gritting your teeth as he exhales sharply.
“I told you I loved you just the way you are. I didn’t want you to change for me. What the hell did you do that for?”
The sharpness of his tone hits a nerve and you whimper, covering your face once more with the pillow.
“It was my choice, Steve,” you whisper, turning your back to him as you shudder. “Just go.”
“I’m not leaving you like this.”
“I’m fine,” you protest weakly, wiping your tears away. “Leave me alone.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
You lift your head, staring into his determined blue eyes.
“I said go,” you argue. “You can’t help me.”
“Oh?” Steve responds, standing up from where he was kneeling. “You’re in heat. There’s only one way to make you feel better.”
“No,” you mumble into the pillow. “Go away. I’ll be fine.”
“It’s your first heat. You’ll get sick.”
“So what? It already hurts.”
The low growl from his chest makes your core clench, more slick dripping between your thighs.
“On your knees,” he commands.
You freeze at his words, a spike in your scent making his mouth water at the sight of you. You’re slow to comply and the incoming fever that washes over him makes you realize you’ve triggered his rut.
“Now,” he snaps, his voice urging your body to do as he wills. You want to please him, even if the rebellious streak is yearning to come out.
When you’re on your knees and face down, you’re spread open wide, grabbing a fistful of the sheets as his tongue hungrily laps at your slick, his lips circling your clit slowly before he draws the bundle of nerves into his mouth as his fingers slip inside you.
The mewl that leaves your mouth is foreign and yet organic at the same time, his scent overpowering your rational brain as the inner voice inside you begins a mantra. This Alpha is planning to breed you, your inner voice practically screams in the back of your mind, legs spread wide before he pulls away for a moment. You don’t hear the hum of the zipper or the removal of his clothes before you feel him back against you.
“Tell me what you need,” Steve continues, more slick dripping down your thighs at his words.
“You,” you whine into the sheets. “Please.”
“I think,” Steve says above you as you feel him at your slick entrance before he slides slowly inside. “You need a nice, fat knot.”
The lusty whimper you make when he bottoms out makes him growl against your ear.
“Good girl,” Steve praises. “Nice and full of me, aren’t you, Omega?”
As if on instinct, you bare your neck at him in response, eyes closed tight as he begins to move.
“Yes, Alpha,” you whine, cock drunk as he pulls out, only to slide back in. It’s sinful how good it feels, back arching to meet every single one of his thrusts in kind, mouth slightly parted as you pant. It’s near blinding how good it feels, dragging his heavy cock through your sensitive and swollen walls.
“Please, please, please,” you cry into the sheets, Steve responding to your whimpers with a hard kiss before his teeth scrape against the swollen gland against your neck. The action of his lips drawing the gland into his mouth makes cunt clamp down on his cock you feel his knot beginning to swell. Panic laces through you at the thought of the pain but there’s nothing but satisfaction at the feel of his knot locking you together. Warmth spills inside you, Steve’s hand at your belly as he sinks even deeper inside you. Whatever pain you felt before with the cramps is now gone, replaced with sheer bliss.
When he empties inside you again, the fire that was stoking inside your belly disappears and you feel your slick and his cum dripping down your thighs.
“Love you,” Steve promises against your ear, your heart still beating inside your chest. “I always will.”
Tears spill over your cheeks as his mouth hovers over your gland.
“I know it was your choice,” Steve continues. “But this just means you’re mine now, doesn’t it?”
You nod slowly, eyes half closed and stuffed full of cock and cum.
“Then you’re mine forever then.”
At his words, you aren’t prepared for the sink of his teeth, piercing as you cry out in pain as he holds you close to him.
When you finally take a breath, you can feel his tongue, light and soft against your neck as he laps up the blood that was spilled. Your arms tremble before they give you but you don’t fall. Steve holds you close, the influence sinking in. He’s happy. Elated even and the thought of it makes you want to weep in happiness. It’s a weird emotion, knowing and yet feeling what he feels.
“I love you,” you whisper under him. “I’m sorry.”
“Mine forever,” Steve tells you before you’re pulled into his arms as you cover your mouth to stifle a yawn. “Regardless of Beta or Omega. I just want you to be happy.”
You’re sleepy now and he’s warm. This is where you’re meant to be - in the arms of your Alpha.
You like the sound of that.
“You need rest,” Steve reminds you against the top of your head. “You’re going to need your strength. Between your heat and my rut, we aren’t going anywhere for the next few days. Gonna breed you like I should have when I first saw you that night at our mixer.”
“Another retirement party?” you ask, Danny waving the email around your face as he gives you puppy dog eyes.
“It’s free cake!”
“You barely know them,” you point out, rubbing your lower back to ease the tension. “Fine.”
“Beat you there!”
When he takes off, the slam of the door makes your pen drop to the floor and you reach down to swipe it up, only to have a pair of strong arms help you back up.
“You go down and we both know you won’t get back up,” Steve muses, hands gliding over your swollen belly before he kisses you. “Where are you off to now?”
“Another retirement party. Or as we like to say… free cake.”
“You sit and I’ll go bring you a slice. You should already be on leave.”
“Too much to do.”
Steve rolls his eyes, spying the bonding mark on your neck for a moment.
“You’ll be trying to give orders for your staff while you’re giving birth,” he teases. “Stay here and I’ll bring you a slice of cake. No more working, Mrs. Rogers.”
You give him a salute, intent on working the minute he leaves the office.
“Yes, Sir, Captain Rogers.”
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Summary: His Omega smells like chocolate; rich, heady, enticing.
Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Manipulation, Extremely Dubious Consent, Possessive Behavior
Word count: 7,106
A/N: I posted this on A03 months ago, but since I’m new here, I figure I might as well 😅. 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! Enjoy 😘
The first time he smells it, Steve’s eyes roll back to half mast, and he can’t help but tilt his head up just a little to take it in. Heady, warm—like chocolate. Tony watches him with an amused expression on his face—maybe he can smell it too; after all, It’s steeped in the air so thick Steve can almost see it.
“Mr. Rogers? Can you follow me please?” She’s tiny—a foot shorter than him at the very least. Her tone is authoritative, and though he chafes a little at being ordered about by so tiny an Omega, his amusement outweighs the indignation.
The exam room is stark white, and though he can see the S.H.I.E.L.D designated doctors and nurses bustling around just beyond the privacy screen around them, it doesn’t bother him. He inhales again, drawing that rich, creamy scent into his nostrils, his pupils dilating .
He watches her get everything ready; needles, test tubes, a thin rubber tourniquet. “I’m just going to check your vitals before we start, is that alright?” Her voice was soft, melodic. Soothing.
“Of course, doll.” He grins as her throat moves almost imperceptibly, swallowing at his words. “I’m sure you know what you’re doing.” Her russet cheeks color as she swipes nervously at a lock of hair that has escaped her tight bun, an action Steve immediately recognizes as a nervous gesture. He flashes her a winning smile, and she fumbles her stethoscope a little as she lifts it to her ears. He turns so his back is facing her, and after a moment he feels butterfly-light touches against his skin as she slides his shirt up.
“This might be cold.”
It is, when she presses the end of the tool against his warm flesh, but he doesn’t mind. It’s tempered with the pleasant weight of her hand holding it down, and the other gripping his shoulder to straighten his posture. “Deep breath, please?” She asks, and he obliges. He feels her lightly trace the outline of an old scar on his shoulder—given to him before the serum. Then, a sharp intake of breath as she backs away from him, her voice tight.
“Okay, all done. You can turn around now.” He turns to find her face still red, her eyes not meeting his. He wants to smirk knowingly at the Omega—he can scent her confused little spike of arousal from here—but he only looks at her calmly, the smile playing at the edges of his handsome mouth.
“The doctor will be right in to see you,” She says before fleeing the room, leaving only that delicious scent behind.
Next time, Steve goes down to the labs of his own accord. His results are exemplary, of course—he can’t get sick, can’t get hurt, he doesn’t even know why Fury insists on keeping tabs on them like animals, but he pushes the thought out of his head upon entering the reception area. He doesn’t smell her today—not the same way as last time. He can scent that heady, chocolate smell in the air, but it’s light.
The receptionist leans forward, confusion on her face. “Mr. Rogers? I don’t remember having an appointment for you today.”
He sniffs the air one more time disappointedly—she isn’t here. “No, I don’t have an appointment.”
She raises an eyebrow before tapping one manicured nail against the desk. “How can we help you?”
He leaves without saying anything, making his way to the elevator.
It’s a month later when he finally scents her again. He’s in the training rooms, and the scent hits him like a fucking train—or maybe that was Bucky’s fist, slamming into the side of his face as he paused, sucking air greedily into his lungs as he smelled her for the first time in weeks.
It takes a few minutes for Steve’s jaw to knit back together from the hit, but he’s already out of the gym and padding down the hallway on the bare soles of his feet as Bucky calls his name uselessly. His little Omega was back in the building, and he wasn’t going to squander the opportunity.
It isn’t hard to find her, he follows the scent down to the locker rooms, just across the hallway from the labs. I didn’t know the nurses changed down here. He rarely uses them himself, preferring to shower and change at home. He inhales again— fuck it’s strong.
“Yeah, probably drinks or something. I don’t know if I’ll make it, I’m kind of tired.” Her voice comes around the corner just before she does, her caramel colored curls loose around her face. She’s not in uniform today, plain black leggings adorning her shapely legs, and a loose, off shoulder t-shirt hanging from her shoulders. She sweeps her kinky hair out of her face, eyes widening as she sees him. “Oh.”
Steve feels bristling irritation that that is all she has to say to him, but he swallows it. Her companions are tittering behind their hands as they watch the interaction, but Steve ignores them. Her cheeks color as she stares down at the floor shyly, her little pink tongue darting out to wet her plump lips. “H-hi. Sorry, we’ll get out of your way…” He grasps her wrist gently, and her scent explodes around him. It’s all he can do not to just push her head to the side and sink his teeth into her soft skin—but he resists, somehow.
“No need.” He says smoothly, enjoying the little nervous glances she shoots her friends. “We’re all coworkers sharing this space together, after all.” The words are meant to soothe her, and they do. Steve sees her visibly relax, shoulders dropping as she releases a breath. He wonders how many Alphas have cornered her like this, and the thought makes his lip curl with disgust. Clearly they haven’t been successful—there are no bite marks at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, no scent of a male anywhere on her, which Steve is grateful for.
It would be a pity to have to kill her mate.
He releases her and steps aside with a flourish. “After you.” She laughs, a smile working its way onto her pretty mouth.
“Well I’ll see you around, Mr. Rogers.”
“Steve, please.” The way her eyes widen, and her hands grip the strap of her bag a little tighter sends blood racing straight to his cock.
He knows her schedule now.
Steve waits for her to arrive promptly at 8:15–she always does. His little Omega is nothing but punctual. She works the first two weeks of every month, all morning shifts. It isn’t hard for him to work out—and it helps that the employee rotation schedule is in the first drawer of the reception desk.
Her car, a small, old model Toyota, pulls into the lot on the compound right on schedule, and Steve waits until she is walking up the stairs, phone in hand, before positioning himself just in front of her.
She bumps into him, spilling coffee all over the two of them.
“Shit! Oh, Mr. Rogers, I’m so sorry,” She exclaims, shoving her phone into the pocket of her nurses uniform. “I’m such an idiot, I didn’t even see you,” she laments, and Steve nods understandingly, patting her shoulder.
“It’s okay, doll. Happens to the best of us.” He helps her pick up her papers and bag, before tossing the empty coffee cup into the trash can by the entrance. She looks down at herself, her clothing so soaked through that Steve can see the lacy outline of her bra. His nostrils flare, fists clenching at his sides.
“I’m going to be late,” She laments, glancing at her watch. “I’m so sorry about...all this.” She gestures between them apologetically. Steve smiles winningly at her.
“It’s really no trouble.” He leans against the door frame, gazing down at her. “But you know… I do take dates as compensation.” She laughs a little, playing with a loose strand of her hair. She’s nervous. She had no idea how adorable it was when she did that, nibbling on her lower lip as she averted her gaze. Her rich, sweet scent turns only a little sour at his question, tinged with her anxiety.
“I’m so sorry Mr— Steve ,” she corrects herself, taking a deep breath. “I just… I don’t date my coworkers.” She herself looks a little disappointed, but that doesn’t soothe the sting of her rejection. Steve fights to keep his expression neutral—happy—but inside, he’s fuming. Who does she think she is?
He laughs, though all he wants is to take her right there and show her and everyone watching, exactly who she belongs to—but he simply smiles kindly down at her, nodding. “Of course, I’m sorry. That was unprofessional.” His apology seems to put her at ease, and she sighs with relief.
“Thanks for understanding. I’m going to go try and find a spare uniform, I think.” She waves goodbye, and he watches her go, eyes narrowed. It’s only later, after he has had time to restructure his short term plan into something a little longer, that Steve forgives her.
He can’t blame his Omega for her dating preferences—after all, there were plenty of other unmated Alphas running around the building; it wouldn’t do for her to entertain them. That night, Steve waits for everyone to leave before he sneaks back into the building. It isn’t hard, he has all the access codes, and the night guards are all friends of his. He makes his way to the locker rooms, as though he’d come back for a late night workout.
When the guards head back upstairs, Steve walks down the long hallway to the laboratory. The waiting room is dark, but Steve picks his way around the chairs quietly, before seating himself at the desk.
It’s not hard to find her information, stored alphabetically under her name.
He grinned upon seeing her address. A Brooklyn girl—of course she was. His chest swelled a little with pride as he scanned the paper.
“I’ll be seeing you real soon, doll.” He murmurs, slipping the file back into the cabinet.
She’s surprised when he comes into the lab again, waiting for her in the exam room when she pulls back the privacy curtain.
Her shapely eyebrows rise up in shock before she smiles. “Hello, Steve. How can I help?” Steve smiles kind of wanly at her, before leaning onto the table. He makes sure to stoop his shoulders, cross his arms. She eyes him with concern, and he sighs before speaking.
“I’m just having some trouble sleeping.” He says, shrugging. “I was hoping maybe you all could help me with that.” Mostly you. It wasn’t all a lie—he hadn’t been sleeping. Mainly because he’d been beating his dick raw thinking about her, in an effort not to go straight to her apartment and sink in slow and deep.
Steve was also banking on her having little to no knowledge of how the serum worked, and he could tell by the clear concern on her pretty face that his assumption was true. Her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she patted his knee reassuringly.
“I know how that feels, I get insomnia a lot.” She replies, and Steve nods. Of course she does—insomnia is a common heat symptom. “I’ll go grab Doctor Thompson, one sec—” Steve catches her hand as she turns to leave, grasping it gently.
“Well, what do you think I should do?” He asks, cocking his head. He doesn’t want to let go of her, her skin feels so soft, so smooth under his fingers, but he forces himself to, sticking his hands in his pockets. She looks surprised again, her full lips parting slightly.
“M-me? Well… You, well I guess you could try melatonin. T-they make gummies, um… I can bring you a bottle from Costco…” She was rambling now, wringing her hands adorably as she thought. Fuck he wanted her. He inhaled deeply, allowing her to keep talking so he could scent her again.
“That’s much better than a prescription, I think. And I like gummies, that helps too,” Steve says, laughing. She looks relieved, genuinely glad to have offered him a solution he likes—even if nothing is really wrong. “Bring some for me tomorrow?” He asks, and she nods eagerly.
Breaking into her apartment is disgustingly easy—so much so that Steve worries for her safety. He’s been watching the house for weeks now, and he knows not only her schedule, but her roommates too, and it isn’t hard to sneak around drunk people, after all.
Her apartment is practically soaked with her scent, oozing up out of the furniture, the carpets—if Steve could get drunk, it would have felt something like this. He wrinkles his nose in distaste as the loud sound of her roommates fucking reaches his ears, immediately followed by a shameful burst of jealousy. He wants to be deep inside his Omega too, wants to hear her crying and begging as he sinks in balls deep. Steve quashes the jealousy with the notion that he’ll know soon enough.
He’s hard before he finds his way into her room, his cock pushing hard against his jeans. He cups it, groaning silently as he enters her room. If the apartment was dripping with her scent, it was nothing compared to her bedroom, where it was like a fine layer coating every single thing.
She moans softly in her sleep, shifting. She smells him, probably. His scent is familiar now, not enough to wake her, but enough for her to take notice of his presence, even asleep.
His beautiful little Omega, spread out before him like a four course meal—Steve wants nothing more than to partake in her, trap her on his knot and make sure she’s bred right— but he doesn’t. He watches her sleep, and palms himself through his jeans while he imagines how tight she’ll be on his cock, imagines how she’ll look all swollen up with his seed and wants to bust right there.
He waits for her to wake up before he makes his exit. She doesn’t notice him through the crack in her closet door as she clamors out of bed clumsily, stretching and yawning. His eyes rake over her form, greedily dissecting and storing every detail for later examination. She has a tiny starburst tattoo on her left hip, and a mole on the inside of her right knee, he can see those as she stretches.
The tiny shorts she’s wearing barely cover the plump swell of her ass, and Steve feels his mouth water as she makes her way out of the bedroom, likely to the bathroom. He waits until he hears water running to ease the door open. He stops on his way out of her bedroom window, spying the hamper in the corner of the room.
He opens it, and moans audibly as her scent washes over him. He digs through the hamper, and the instant his hand closes around the scrap of fabric, he knows what it is.
When she comes back into the room, she finds her window wide open, and hamper spilled over onto the floor. He watches her from the adjacent building’s fire escape, watching as first she runs to the window, looking out and around wildly. She doesn’t see him as she slams it shut, her eyes wide and panicked.
Later, when Steve hears her walking out of the locker room, she is nervously telling her friends about a possible break in. Steve forces concern onto his face, and steps out of the training room in time to hear her recount the story.
“I mean… it’s definitely possible. I just… I never leave my window open that wide, you know? And then the front door was unlocked too…”
“Someone break into your place?” He asks, and she looks up at him anxiety and fear souring her sweet scent. She looks so worried, and her lips press together into a thin line.
“Maybe? I dunno. Maybe I’m just being paranoid.”
He puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. “It’s not silly to be safe.” He says seriously, and she looks relieved.
“Yeah, you should change your locks!” One of her friends pipes up, and though Steve considers moving to silence her, he tempers the urge. He can use this.
“I’m not handy, you know that,” She says mournfully. “And the landlord will take weeks to get to it, I know he will.”
“Hey, I can change your locks.” Steve volunteers himself quickly. He’s never felt so greedy before, he doesn’t want to share her at all, any part of her. Not her affection, attention, her time—he wants it all for himself. And as she stares up at him gratefully and her sweet mouth moves to speak her gratitude, Steve smiles back.
It costs almost nothing to copy keys.
Steve brings the drink to his lips, but he isn’t tasting it. He isn’t sure which one of her friends invited her out this evening, but he wants to find them and end them. When she’s his, Steve decides, she will only be allowed to wear that dress when he’s with her—and when she’s wearing his mark on that slender throat, so there’s no question of her ownership.
He narrows his eyes at the scene before him, gripping the glass so tight it shatters. He ignores the bartender as he rushes over.
“Are you okay? Sir? Sir?” Steve is too busy watching her dance to answer. His wounds close up in seconds, his body pushing the rogue shards of glass out and into his palm. He empties his palm onto the bar, mouth curling into an angry sneer as another man brings her a drink.
Thus far, she’s only been dancing with her girlfriends, and even that makes him jealous, but it’s acceptable. This, however… Steve watches as the man brushes his fingers along the back of her hand, and she giggles, taking a long sip of her drink. Steve clenches his jaw so hard he thinks he can hear the bones creak.
He can’t remember being this angry at someone who wasn’t trying to kill him, he feels like he’s going to break the bar he’s grabbing it so hard. She looks beautiful tonight, her hair in a curly halo around her head, and her face done up with makeup. She doesn’t normally wear it—she doesn’t need it—but Steve grudgingly admits it looks good on her tonight, bright gold eyeshadow against her lids, and her lashes long and embellished.
She finishes her drink, draining the glass and dabs at her lips with a finger to catch any stray liquid. The man leans in to say something, and she nods, laughing. Steve’s blood is boiling—it’s like he’s watching her piss their future away, one fucking drink at a time. He circles her waist with one arm, and Steve loses it, pushing his stool away from the counter with a sharp squeak. The music is loud and blaring in his ears as he pushes his way through the crowded dance floor.
A young man backs into him, but Steve pushes him off singlemindedly, focused on reaching her. He couldn’t see any of her other friends anymore, just her and him. Steve stands off to the side, just close enough to hear their conversation.
“You want another drink?” He asks, yelling to be heard over the music. She shrugs.
“Probably not, I have to get up tomorrow,” she yells back. The other Alpha laughs.
“Come on, just one more! Then we’ll get out of here, I’ll take you home, okay?”
His beautiful, trusting Omega looks conflicted for a moment before agreeing. He can see the thought patterns crossing her face—she’s already had more drinks than Steve thought was appropriate, and by the look on her face she knew it too. But she nods anyway, and he sets off to the bar. Steve watches her check her phone, her face lit up by the bright screen. He waits one more moment before following the man back to the bar.
“Gin and tonic.”
Steve settles against the bar next to him.
“You with her?” He asks, nodding towards his Omega. The other Alpha chuckles.
“With her? Nah. I mean, maybe later, if you know what I mean.” He waggles his eyebrows at Steve, who is barely restraining the urge to wrap his hands around the other man’s throat and squeeze until he stopped struggling. “Cute little unmated thing like that should be walking around with an escort.” The other man’s hand passes over the glass meant for his Omega, and Steve almost doesn’t see the fine powder settle onto the surface of the drink before dissolving quickly.
Steve feels the cheap plywood of the bar top splinter in his hand. “You have a smoke?” He asks, and the other man nods. When Steve comes back in from the alleyway, stale cigarette smoke on his breath, the other Alpha does not return with him. Steve wipes his bloody knuckles on his jeans as he walks towards her, holding a fresh glass of water.
“Steve?!” She whirls around at the sound of his voice, a little unsteady on her high heels. She takes a step back, shocked. “What are you doing here?” She looks around, confused. He tries to put her at ease with a smile, but it only barely works as she eyes him warily, albeit drunkenly.
“I come here all the time.” He didn’t.
“R-really? I never thought this was your kinda place…” She slurs. “Where’s Sean?”
“He won’t be joining us, doll.” Steve says tightly. “I brought this for you.” He hands her the drink, and she sips it warily. She’s drunk enough not to question him too much, but she knows something isn’t right. She looks surprised at the water, but when she tries to put it down, Steve shakes his head and tips the glass back up to her lips, forcing her to finish the whole thing.
“Sean’s gone.” She repeats his words like she’s tasting them in her own mouth, trying to see if they’re true or not, but her brain can’t quite arrive at a conclusion she’s satisfied with. She looks a little disappointed, too, and Steve wishes he could go outside and drive his fist into Sean’s face three or four more times until his head is nothing more than a red smear behind the dumpster—but he doesn’t. “I… I’m confused,” she admits, putting the glass on a table nearby. She wobbles a little and Steve steadies her.
“I know, baby. Do you know what was in your drink?” He asks, cupping her chin in one large hand. Her wide eyed gaze is intoxicating, as she stares up at him, pupils dilated. She shakes her head. “Sean gave you mickies, babe.” Sean is alive—unconcious, but breathing, a situation Steve plans to remedy after he’s possessed the little Omega before him.
“He drugged you sweetheart.”
He can tell the young Alpha already dosed her once, her scent carries a strange taint, and he growls, pulling her close and burying his nose at her throat. “Oh baby. He got you good.” She whimpers, and he can feel hot tears soaking through his shirt. Her scent is saturating the air around them, and Steve is panting, trying hard not to just take her into the bathroom and fuck her there.
“I wanna go home.” She murmurs, and he hears it over the music.
“Let’s go.” He never wanted her in that club to begin with, and so Steve can’t help but feel righteous triumph as he helps her to his car. Her eyes are bleary, and she can’t stop giggling at every little thing. He can barely get her to keep her jacket on, she’s so feverish. “Stay here, doll.” He says, strapping her into the passenger seat. She leans back against it, eyes sliding almost closed.
What Steve really wants is to back his car over the unconcious body of the Alpha he’s hidden behind the dumpster, but instead he walks back into the club, stopping when he sees the bouncer.
“There’s a man behind the building, in the parking lot. He’s been drugging girls here.” He says matter of factly. The bouncer raises an eyebrow. “Call the cops.” Steve leaves, not stopping when the man tries to ask his name. When they get back to her apartment, she’s too gone to notice that he unlocks her door without her help, and leads her straight to her bedroom, asking no questions.
He deposits her wriggling form onto her own bed, chuckling when she squeals in surprise. She noisily kicks off her heels before flopping onto her stomach, groaning. Steve’s breath catches in her throat as she reaches behind herself, trying to unzip her dress. It’s like she’s forgotten he’s even there, and Steve wonders just how far he can go—what she’ll remember in the morning.
“Help.” She says, rising up onto her knees, facing away from him. Don’t. She’s drunk, and she’s high and she can’t possibly know just how much she’s testing him, sweeping her mountain of curls aside to expose the back of her neck to him, motioning at the zipper.
His hands move without his permission, caressing her smooth shoulders and tugging the zipper down slowly, revealing inch after precious inch of her luscious skin. Steve wants to mark it so badly—not just her throat, her whole body, pepper her in bruises and bite marks so that she can’t hide she’s his, ever. He groans, tracing his fingertips along the line of exposed flesh. She’s so fucking soft .
“Thank you,” She says sheepishly, but when she tries to turn, he holds her in place, his breath puffing against her neck.
“I’m not finished, Omega.” Her skin is hot under his lips as he laves his tongue across it, tasting her. He wants to drag his teeth down the skin and split it, but he doesn’t, simply sucking hard, hard enough to bruise. She moans softly, and Steve feels his cock throb, pressing insistently against the seam of his jeans. He parts the fabric of her dress, pushing it almost off her shoulders. He sneers. “No bra, of course.” She whimpers as he drags his nails down her back.
“I can’t wear one with this dress,” She says confusedly, her drug and alcohol addled brain struggling to keep up. “It shows in the front.” Her voice is almost childlike in its innocence.
“All dressed up like a whore,” he breathes. His tone is gentle, and his soft touches don’t waver, but she flinches all the same, skin flushing with embarrassment. At the same time, her scent swells around him, and he grins against her.
“Don’t call me that!”
“No bra.” He pulls the loose fabric of her dress away from her back a bit, glancing down at the pronounced curve of her sweet ass. “Barely any panties.” He turns her around easily, cupping her chin in his hands so her wide eyes are looking only at him. “Who were you dressed for, doll?” He doesn’t give her the chance to answer as he crushes her lips against his, snarling. He’s waited so long, so fucking long , and he doesn’t want to wait anymore.
She whimpers under his rough treatment, but he can scent her, he knows her body is responding to him, he can smell her growing arousal, even as her conscious mind tries to rebel against her body’s orders. He’s drowning in her scent; sucking her tongue roughly into his mouth as he swallows every sound greedily. She smells so good, so ripe— and Steve’s eyes snap open as he realizes why.
His perfect, sweet little Omega is going into heat.
Steve reluctantly pulls himself away from her, almost shaking with need as he watches her sit back on the bed, dazed. He wants her now, so badly, and he almost wants to throw caution to the wind and fuck her anyway, but… if he waits, he can mate her. Have her forever . The thought is appealing—after all, he does want her to be his, only his. What better way?
She doesn’t remember her night at the club. Steve knows this, because the next time he sees her, on his way back from the training room, he asks her if she’s done anything fun recently.
“Not really. I don’t think having someone carry your drunk body home counts as fun,” She replies, embarrassed. Steve pats her shoulder comfortingly.
“We’ve all had those nights.”
The uptick in her scent tells him he has a week—maybe a week and a half until she’s ready, but he doesn’t have to wait much longer. His opportunity comes the following week, when she’s scheduled to work at the labs—and doesn’t show up. He can hear her colleagues gossiping about her absence in the lounge, tittering amongst themselves as though no one could hear them.
“Why isn’t she on suppressants? I mean it’s not like they’re not safe.”
“Well, I mean it is a super high dose of hormones. Plenty of people don’t take them, you know.”
Steve smirks. He’s never felt luckier in his life.
When he unlocks the door to her apartment, he is greeted by silence. Her roommates are out—probably for the next few days until her heat is finished. Her scent is heavy, almost coppery, and the air inside is thick with it. Steve closes the door behind him, cupping himself shamelessly through his jeans as he licks his lips. She’s fucking calling to him, to his Alpha, her scent a dizzying cocktail of pheromones meant to entice her mate into planting a baby firmly in her belly. But she didn’t have a mate.
Well, not yet, anyway.
He finds her in her bedroom, the fan on full blast as she tries to cool herself down. The air in the room is so thick with the scent of her musk he can almost taste it as she writhes on the bed. She hasn’t noticed him yet, her eyes screwed shut as her delicate hand works between her legs. The sheets and blankets have all been kicked off in her frenzy, and Steve watches amusedly as she grinds the vibrator between her thighs.
She scents him after a few moments of silence, her bleary eyes flying open. He can see her struggling to gather her thoughts and piece them together coherently. “S-Steve? How did you..?” He leans down to caress her face, and he can see the conflict. His little Omega wants to press her face into his palm and inhale his scent until she can’t smell anything else, she wants to push him off—but Steve knows which one she’s going to pick; after all he isn’t really giving her a choice.
Her lip trembles as she looks up at him. “But you can’t—you can’t be here, Steve!” He knows this has to be hard for her, inhaling his scent while her body trembles with a need that she can’t quite fulfill on her own. Her body knows it needs his knot, needs it more than she needs anything else, Steve just needs to make her give in and see it too. He chuckles softly at her exclamation, leaning down to brush his lips against her forehead. “I’m-I’m-I’m in heat!” She stammers, and he simply nods knowingly.
“Oh I know, doll. You need it so bad.” He says softly, pressing another kiss to her trembling mouth. He can see how slippery her grip on reason is, her heat cycle threatening to overwhelm her. “How many years has it been like this?” He asks, resting one knee on the bed as he swings the other across to trap her thighs between his. She whimpers. “How long has it been since you got knotted like you need, doll?” A high pitched whine escapes her throat at his words.
Steve chuckles, reaching down to remove her hand from her shorts. It’s still there, holding the vibrator to her swollen clit. He sucks her juices off of her fingers, nipping them with his teeth and moaning at the taste.
“I haven’t… I mean, I never—” Steve’s eyes widen at her admission, and his cock grows impossibly harder as he grinds it against her belly. She’s never had an Alpha before. He growls, silencing her rambling with a forceful kiss, nibbling hard on her juicy lips. So fucking perfect, his little Omega. She would do so well for him, have so many pups… And he would take such good care of her. He would make sure they never wanted for anything.
“Oh fuck doll. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting,” he laments, and when she opens her mouth to say something, but Steve isn’t interested in her denials. He doesn’t need to hear falsehoods from her lips, not when he can smell how right he is. He traps both of her tiny wrists with one large hand above her head as he slides the other one up her shirt. “Don’t know how bad I need you,” His voice is little more than a harsh growl.
She arches her back, pushing up into him as she gasps. “It hurts, Steve.” She whimpers, big brown eyes wet as she stares up at him. Her face is flushed and sweaty, eyes fever bright. “I hurt inside…” It’s too much for her now, him being so close, and not inside her like she needs. He’s glad he interrupted her before she could cum—she’ll be that much more desperate for relief.
Steve pulls the little bullet vibrator out of her shorts, tossing it behind him somewhere. “I know, baby.” He’s spent the past eight months waiting for this, and the moment is finally here. Steve isn’t sure what he wants to do first, he’s spoiled for choice. She whines again, breaking him from his reverie. He can feel the muscles in her belly clenching and releasing under his palm, her body eagerly encouraging her to breed.
He pulls her shorts down, fingers tangling in the elastic fabric. He groans loudly as her scent grows even stronger, washing over him in waves. Her breath catches in her throat as he tears them off, the plastic snapping against her skin.
“Steve, we can’t, you shouldn’t—” He growls against her throat, and she quiets instantly, her body going rigid in his arms. Oh yes . This is why he loves her. Submitting just for him.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Omega. That’s my job.” He snarls, catching the skin of her throat in his teeth and biting down hard. She squeals loudly and bucks. Her mind is cloudy from her heat, and Steve knows he only has to push just a little further. “You’re so wet, doll.” He drags his fingers through her folds and she shudders, eyes rolling. “Why are you fighting it, baby?” He kisses the ugly purple bruise he’s left on her throat as he releases her hands.
He pulls her shirt up over her head, and she’s so gone that she lets him, her entire body shivering at the rush of air. “I know you’re a smart girl, my little Omega,” he drawls, kissing a slow path down her collarbone and stops between her breasts. “You know what your body wants. What it needs .” Steve squeezes one of her nipples between his fingers, before he lowers his head to suck it into his mouth. “What it was fucking made for. ”
He continues his downward path over her ribs, dipping his tongue into her belly button before he presses his face against her mound, inhaling deeply as he growls. She tastes so fucking good , and he can’t help but suck her engorged clit between his lips, roilling it against the roof of his mouth. She cries out brokenly as her hips shake. She’s so wet that the sheets beneath her shapely hips are wet too, saturated with her juices. She’s begging now, and when Steve glances up at her face, her mouth is open and panting, her back arched and eyes open, staring unseeing at the ceiling.
He eases one thick finger into her, and she squeezes around him, pulsing. “You’re so tight, baby.” He says quietly, pumping it into her gently as she writhes. “Ah, ah. No rushing me, Omega.” He chastises her, swatting her on her hip hard enough to leave a red splotch.
“I don’t know, I want—I need—” Her words are jumbled, slurred.
“I know what you need.” He curls his finger inside of her and she screams, her legs shaking as her body goes limp against him. He releases his grip on her, and she sinks down into the mattress, her eyes closed and breathing shallow, but even. Steve doesn’t waste any time stripping out of his own clothes, tearing some of them in his haste. It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters but this.
It’s only when he’s positioning himself at her entrance does she seem to come to, her little hands pushing uselessly at his shoulders as his leaking cock brushes against her folds.
“No, Steve, wait!”
“No.” His answer startles her into silence, and he pushes inside, his head lolling back as he thrusts shallowly, the head of his cock moving inside her. “You’re mine , baby. No more waiting.” He sinks in a little further, smiling as her eyes go wide, pupils dark and dilated. He can feel her walls fluttering around him, sucking at him. Even though she’s fighting him so hard—poor thing—he can tell she’s losing. Her hips are pushing against him, trying to force him in all the way, even as her mouth forms poorly worded excuses. “No more games.”
He seats himself all the way inside, and a ragged moan tears from his throat. It’s better. It’s better than he ever fucking thought it would be—she’s so tight and fucking perfect. He slides out slowly, and she reaches for him with shaking fingers scrabbling against his strong arms and shoulders.
“No, no, Alpha, please—” She’s pleading, digging her nails into his arms. He holds her hips down easily with one hand as he thrusts back in, and her pleas turn instantly into a hoarse moan.
“This is what you need,” he says, bringing her hips up to meet his roughly as he loses control. “Isn’t it, Omega?” She’s squeezing around him so tight it’s almost painful, her body milking him like it was made for him. He punctuates every word with a sharp snap of his hips, the head of his cock hitting hard against her cervix. “Tell. Me.”
“I n-need it so bad, Alpha!” She cries, arching her back as she tries to force his cock even deeper into her own pussy. “Your knot, I want it, want it so bad!” Her adorable begging devolves into helpless whines as he lifts her leg, wrapping it around his own waist and lays into her.
He’s so deep inside her and it’s still not enough. He wants—no, he needs— her to be full of him, full of his scent, his seed, his pups. Steve leans back up onto his knees, his hands finding the soft flesh of her ass as he lifts her onto his lap. Her little body seems to fit so well against his as he fucks up into her, growling as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“That’s it, baby.” He says lowly, lifting her and pulling her down onto his cock. She tightens up around him, and he can feel her body working up to another orgasm. “I have a present for you, doll,” He can feel his cock swelling at the base, his balls tightening. “You begged so pretty for Alpha’s knot,” he says, dipping his head down to suck again at the dark bruise on her throat. “You’re going to get it.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes—” She comes hard, her whole body going rigid and shaking as he fucks her through it, curses spilling from his lips as he thrusts up and holds her down, his cock shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her clenching pussy. He’s stuck fast now, and it feels almost too good inside her. She’s panting against him, her eyes open but blank and unseeing as he sits on the edge of the bed with her in his lap, panting. .
She almost falls asleep like that, trapped on his knot, her cunt still trembling with the aftershocks of their coupling, and Steve strokes her back with sweaty, trembling fingers. But before his Omega can rest, he needs one more thing from her.
“Don’t sleep yet, doll.” She whines, shaking her head. “I know, baby. You’re so sleepy.” This time she nods, looking up at him with a confused, frustrated expression. He strokes her head as it lays on his chest, toying with her hair between his fingers. “One more thing. Sit up a little for me, doll.” He leans up, and sweeps the hair away from her throat. “That’s a good girl.” He holds her head with one hand as he sinks his teeth into her throat, moaning as her coppery blood floods his mouth. She jerks in his arms and cries out, tightening around his still hard cock as she comes apart for a third time. Steve moans, feeling himself jerk inside her as he does too, his seed leaking out around his knot and dripping down to the sheets beneath them.
He stays like that for a moment, licking at the bloody ring of teeth marks. He lays back down in the bed, with her caged in his arms, and stuck on his cock. This is heaven. She wriggles a little before she settles down, her breathing slow and even as she rests against him. He reaches up to gingerly prod at the bite with a single finger, he can feel the mating gland underneath, swollen and throbbing from the bite, and he smiles, still tasting the tang of her blood on his tongue, laden with a dizzying mix of her hormones. She hadn’t bitten him back, but there would be more than enough time for that later.
After all, they had all the time in the world now. Steve would die before he released her. She might fight him a bit at first, but he is certain she’ll get over it.
And even if she doesn’t, he’s more than willing to wait.
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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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It’s Just Business - Two
Werewolf Steve Rodgers x reader
Warnings for the series: fluffness, Bucky and Sam bickering like five year olds, smutty smut, bad language.
“Alex!” Lara engulfed me in a hug, smiling brightly as she did.
“Lara. How are you?” I asked, my eyes flickering down to her round belly for a few moments. Seven months pregnant and she looked amazing. Her black hair up in a high ponytail. A fluffy dressing gown tied around her. Her light blue eyes sparkling.
“So happy now that you’re here. Thank goodness for your brother getting you out of there and away from your parents.” She grimaced at the thought of them, pulling me inside the house. Lara had been there for me as a big sister and I couldn’t ever repay her for it. Two older brothers is what I got, Sebastian the eldest at twenty-six and Jonathon twenty-four.
Bash is known as the golden boy, the distinguished politician. Played the part well, but if you knew him like I did, he was a crafty little shit that could do anything. Owns night clubs under a fake name. Some people joke and say he’s the head of a mob or something. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he admitted he was. Putting all that aside, he’s the most caring person you’ll ever meet.
JJ on the other hand, although caring, he cares in a different way. The magazines refer to him as ‘the ultimate party boy’ and god does he live up to the name. Too much freedom. Partying in every country he could, drinking rich people dry. Our parents never seemed to mind. Bash painted a pretty picture to the world that made them proud. Maybe I was wrong, but I always felt that because JJ wasn’t making his family proud, I was having to do it instead.
Not that I wasn’t bitter or anything...
“You’re tellin me.” I shook my head thinking of the recent news received from my father.
“What happened?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she closed the front door and ushered me up the big staircase towards one of their many guest rooms. Their house was more like a manor, the outside rustic and traditional, just like the main section of the house where the stairs sat so hugely. But the inside was more modern, I could never decide which one I preferred more. Placing my bag down on the big bed I began to explain everything to her.
“Now way! He can’t do that!” She began to rage. Flinging her arms about while I looked around the room. The headboard sat nicely up against the back wall, same wall the entrance door was on, to the left of the bed. The east wall had a closet built into it. The west was plain except for a painting of flowers in a vase sat dead centre of said wall. To the right of it, a door to the bathroom. And finally the south, a wall of windows with a sliding door in the middle.
“Actually he can.” I huffed.
“No.” Her statement was blunt. She marched out of the room and across the hall. “Sebastian!” Her voice echoed through the house and it brought a smile to my face. She always cared so much, even if I knew she couldn’t change anything, it was nice.
“What is it my dear wife?” Bash was dragged into the room by his spouse who repeated everything I said with anger.
“That sounds like dear old Dad.” Bash rolled his eyes patting my shoulder apologetically. His suit jacket was no where to be seen, shirt sleeves rolled up and his hair messy. Clear signs of a long day and a tired man.
“There has to be something we can do!” Lara wouldn’t let this go.
“There isn’t. Once father makes up his mind, there isn’t anything we can do to change it.” I nodded at my brothers truest words.
“Let’s not talk about it. I still have a few days of freedom left.” I let myself fall back onto the comfortable bed. The couple soon filed out of the bedroom leaving me to rest. As if I could. My mind was wide awake, I at least tried to sleep. Laying in bed staring at the ceiling. But the machine wouldn’t turn off, the cogs wouldn’t stop moving.
“This is ridiculous.” I rubbed my hands over my face.
Slipping out of the bed, my black night dress flowing while I walked closer to the big window wall. Pushing the sliding door open and stepping out onto the balcony to stare at the view. It was beautiful. Reminded of something out of a movie.
A giant lake with big pine trees and huge fir trees outlined the water. All of them merging together, I couldn’t tell where the forest line stop or started. A foggy smoke came from me with my deep breath. It was so cold, I barely felt it but I wrapped my arms around myself anyway as if by instinct. A loud howl sounded from somewhere in the middle of the forest. A creature, a fox? A wolf maybe? Whatever it was, it sounded lonely. The cry in the dark had me feeling sad for the poor thing.
“I get it. Being alone sucks.” I spoke into the darkness of the night. Feeling the breeze pull a shiver from my body, I made my way back inside the comfort of the room. I didn’t even think about it before leaving the door open and getting into bed. Somehow I was more relaxed with it open, I felt closer to something. Easily drifting off to sleep, the sound of the animal howling blurred into my dream land.
“Up you get lazy bones! Come on time to start your day.” Lara burst through the door yelling, before gasping in shock. “Did you leave the door open all night? It’s freezing in here.” She trudged towards the glass and slid it closed. I sat up and watched her do it.
“Yeah I guess I did.” I frowned slightly, it wasn’t exactly like me to feel at ease with a door wide open.
“Well wash up and come down for breakfast.” She placed a kiss on the top of my head and left leaving me wondering if this is what mothers were suppose to be like. Were they suppose to wake you up early so you made the most of your day? Were they suppose to make you breakfast? Or show you affection? It’s not exactly what I was used to. Nevertheless I got up, got dressed and had breakfast.
“So little sister, what are your plans for today?” Bash asked shoving a piece of toast in his mouth, identical to how he did when we were kids. A small smile pricked at my lips at the sight.
“I was gonna go for a walk, clear my head.” The married couple seemed to think it was a great idea, practically shoving me out the door.
There was fog all across the river this morning, although it wasn’t particularly cold out. The trees reminded me of when Bash, JJ and I used climb the big oak tree in the backyard and the boys got told off for encouraging me to be unlady like. The thought made me giggle, I was never lady like no matter how hard my mother tried to make me that way. I guess I just hated to be told what to do in any circumstance.
My knee high boots crushed leaves underneath them while I walked, I loved the sound. The crunch of nature. This walk had soothed me and I wasn’t even that far from the house yet. Everything here was so serene, so full of life. I wished I could stay here and forget everything. Just let everything go, all my resentment towards my parents, all the pressure of this stupid task.
He cleared his throat before I noticed him, stopping in my tracks to see the rugged blonde man from yesterday.
“S-Steve.” Why the hell was he here? How did he know I was?
“Alexandra.” My name rolled off his tongue bewitchingly. He looked so different than before, no smart shirt. Just a plain dark blue t-shirt seems he liked that colour. No dress pants this time, merely a pair of jeans.
“Are you stalking me or something? Did my father put you up to this?” I grumbled, slipping my hands into my leather jacket pockets. My stance was always kinda wide, feet at the same distance as shoulders, back straight, head up just as mother said. I don’t remember the last time I slouched. He seemed to give me a once over, stopping on my hips? “Uh eyes up here buddy.” His blue orbs shot up in surprise, his left eyebrow raised.
“There’s been a change of plans. You’re coming straight to me once you’re done here.” Rude much.
“Why isn’t my father telling me this himself?” I eyed his feet as he took a step forward, taking one back of my own.
“He’s busy. Asked me to deliver the message. A woman, Martha, she’s already packed your things and sent them over. Your room is being readied as we speak.” His muscles seemed to tense as he spoke. He held himself confidently yet the way his hands were stuffed in his jean pockets gave him this goofy undertone.
“I still have a few days here.” I tried to keep my voice as stable as I could. I really didn’t want to leave, but Steve seemed like the type to tattle to my Father. I had to go to this unknown place, alone and so fast too.
“I know.” He sighed before speaking again. “I don’t want your stay with me to be uncomfortable for you. I’ll try everything in my power to make you at ease.” He puffed out his chest almost showing off his strength.
“I doubt that.” I let my lip curl slightly. I didn’t give him time to respond, turning on my heel and walking back. A once peaceful morning was now a tense and unwanted one.
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For The Ones That We Lost
Characters: Alpha! Steve Rogers x Recessive Omega! OC [Sara Von Roy], Bucky Barnes x Sara Von Roy [Platonic]
Warnings: Minor Death. Mention of Miscarriage. Mention of Past Trauma. Steve being an a-hole [Not Beta’d tho]
Words: 2,669 [this was written on Cold Turkey Writing so yeah~ too much.]
Of all the missions she has found herself to be a part of, being in Russia to expose yet another HYDRA base was the last one she would have believed she would be a part of. The brooding Captain seems to be the man responsible for her current predicament.
Intel had them in the Gulags, HYDRA were once again finding another possible subject for the Winter Soldier Project; someone like her or Bucky that was told to stay behind, fearing the dangers it might cause him, the possibility of a trigger word setting him off.
Yet here she was.
With Vision, Nat, Rogers, and Clint, their team was a misfit forced together but she didn't dare complain, knowing this was her own little way of finally proving to said Captain that she had a right to be part of the team just as much as Bucky had been.
Memories of her time in this place had hit her like a ten ton brick and she stood, confused with the familiarity and danger the Gulags had for someone like them.
"Is the info reliable?" she questioned, realizing that if things went south, they would be outnumbered.
The abandoned halls held a story she had known all too well, without even waiting for a reply from any of them, she knew where she needed to go. What corner she needed to turn to locate where she need to go.
"Where the hell are you going?" A strong hand now held onto her arm, stopping her from her movement.
Jerking her head towards the owner of the hand, the sight of an infuriated Steve Rogers was the last thing she would have expected to see. Shoving his hand away she continued to walk further into the halls and the scent of mint and pine had grown stronger. Turning her head, Steve was besides her, following her.
"Still think I'm here to screw you over?" she snorts pulling out her gun as she ready herself.
"We had a plan."
"Our plan was to investigate. I'm investigating." she snapped.
The sound behind the door had the two of them turning their attention. With his SHIELD now prepared to attack, she had opened the door and the first thing that she sees is a body--fighting to get out of the confinements of the hospital bed.
"The hell is this?"
She had made her way towards the dying body. A man, moaning and pleading for death but his regeneration was stopping him from finally meeting his maker.
"Vision. Nat. We've got a body here." Steve said through the comms. "How's the sky, Clint?"
She didn't listen further as her attention was more focused on the dying man. Eyes lingering on the metal cuffs that had held onto the man and like clockwork, the familiar words had been spoken by the man.
Even before the man could finish, her hand that was quick had sent a shot to the man between the eyes. Her first kill, post-HYDRA and it didn't get any better as much as she knew it was for the best of him and for the best of the team that would face the control that could possibly still linger in the depths of her mind.
Those were the final words of the dead man. An almost complete weapon just as she and Bucky had become. This was mercy, a mercy that this world would not be willing to give to him and to any of them had the world decide it wasn't his time.
With shaky hands, she had ignored Steve's voice for what she had to do as her eyes began to inspect the room. Hundreds upon hundreds of folders littered the room. But the two most evident files that came from her search was of hers and of Bucky.
The perfect weapons as the file described them to be. The array of files meant so much to the life she was forced to make for herself and for what Bucky was made to be. The files continued on until an unfamiliar project was added.
Project Saturn. Before she could even open the file, those familiar strong hands had once again taken hold of her. Jerked her away and now she was coming face to face with the man that would be the first man to shoot her if the chance was to be provided to him.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you even known what you're doing?"
"He was reciting my trigger words. I'm saving you." she pulled away from her hold, but there was soemthing different with his touch, a momentary absence of warmth as he lets go. "This room is filled with the files that can help us locate the rest of the subjects."
"How did you even know this was the room?"
Should she be honest? Tell him that she had once been part of this very gulag, to train, to be experimented on, to reproduce? The memory withered away just as soon as it had slipped her mind.
"Soldier and I know this place., we've been trained here in the past." she explained instead. With a stack of files at hand, she knew this would be enough information they would possibly need to locate more of HYDRA's bases as well as find out if there were more like them still alive.
"His name is Bucky." He corrects and for a moment she tried her best to understand why he needed to correct her.
"Bucky is your childhood friend. Soldier is my comrade, my life line in this world we were both force to be a part of. You know him the way you do but do not think that the man I know is the same as the one you still try to cling on to."
With several of the files at hand, she had left the man to his own, unaware of the brewing anger that now consumed his mind after her words. Nothing hurts more than the truth, she'd allow him to simmer in the truth whether he likes to or not. ~ "I thought Zemo killed all of them." Bucky inquired as soon as the team from Russia arrived back.
Steve knew the mission had been a success without much of a hitch. No one was hurt and all the information that they needed was in the palm of their hands, being investigated as soon as they arrived back into the compound. But because of how easy it had been, he was unsettled.
"He killed the ones in the main location. As far as what I remember there are at least three more reserves all around the world." she explained.
Steve had noticed a couple of things upon their arrival. Bucky was quick to help out in the files knowing he as much as Sara knew what the content of those said files were. Another thing was a single folder that Bucky had hid from her as soon as she wasn't looking.
"We've also found info on them trying their luck with genetic manipulations." Sara explained eyes focused on one of the files.
"Who was the man you killed?" Steve questioned, talking for the first time since they arrived back.
The silence of the room began, everyone was made aware of his impulsive actions weeks before and how it had affected his friendship with Bucky for a while. He tried his best to steer clear of her as much as he possibly could, but this mission, it was just too much and he just couldn't let it slight as much as everyone that knew what she did wanted to keep it in the downlow.
"He's just like us." Sara answered cooly, brown eyes meeting his for the first time. The icy glare contrasted to the sudden warth that bubbled his stomach bothered him. "A super soldier they picked up in the streets when they found he had potential."
"Yet you killed him when he is just like you."
"The difference between me and that man is until the end of his life, he will serve HYDRA. I want to change just as much as Bucky wants to. I don't need to prove anything to you, Captain."
Before he could even get another word, Tony was quick to interupt him. The files were all laid out for them to see. Holograms of different faces and different locations covered the entire meeting room and Steve was left to wonder, what more had HYDRA done besides this?
"To answer capsicles question, Mother nature had killed the man named Fredrick Von Roy, her older brother."
At the announcement, everyone watched as the woman stood and walked away from the meeting. No one stopped her and no one had even dared to follow after her. He had expected Bucky to follow but judging from the look of concern on his features, there was still a possibility of it happening.
"She didn't know it was her brother?" Nat questioned.
"I'd say." Tony shrugged. "He is also known to have killed the former President of Canada's children a few years back. A bloody massacre if I'm going to be honest."
As everything slowly sunk in, Steve for once truly did feel guilty, for everything that had happened. For what she had to do and the probability that she wasn't even aware of her brother being the one on that table or the fact that she had to kill him without an ounce of hesitation.
"Then there is this."
With one flick of Tony's wrist, all of the info of the previous files faded away and in front of them was one single file of Bucky Barnes and Sara Von Roy, the perfect weapons, the perfect host for Project Saturn.
"So let me ask you again, Barnes. Is there any pups alive?" Tony asked and the glare the two of them were sending each other made him remember everything that had happened weeks ago.
"There are no live pups." Bucky finally admits. "Their bodies couldn't take the Vita rays for any longer than a couple of seconds." The tears that Bucky was trying so hard to fight finally left his eyes and he excused himself leaving everyone in a miss of sadness and dread for what more their past could have been that they didn't know about.
Just like that, he had come to realize the truth in Sara's words. There will always be a side of her and Bucky that he will never know. It scared him more than anything. But now, as the truth and realization finally sinks in his mind, he was an asshole through and through to the woman that had to endure so much. Adding more to her hardship was the last thing he would have ever wanted to happen.
"So what do we do now?" Tony inquired.
"We continued on this mission. The sooner we get everything sorted out and finished, the sooner everyone can rest and move on from this." ~ With sleep still unable to come to her, she had been tossing and turning in her bed. Unable to get the face of the man out of her head.
Who would have ever thought that she still had a family left in this world and she was the one that had to kill him to save everyone? Even with the regrets still pooling her mind, she knew she had made the right choice as painful of a choice it had been.
She could not save her brother, she didn't know if she was capable of saving him and having him live the same nightmare she had Bucky were now facing. Death was the only solution she could have to have him finally find his peace.
With a deep breath, she had slipped out of bed in nothing but her oversized t-shirt and panties. She doubts anyone was still awake at this hour and knowing she didn't join them for dinner, she'd try to find something to keep her stomach at bay until breakfast the following morning.
The lingering scent of mint and pine had calmed her unnerved mind as she had made her way to the common area. She had been reminded of the couple of Ice Cream tubs brought to her by Bucky. A smile already playing on her face for Bucky's kind gestures.
With a spoon at hand, she had made her way towards the fridge were a couple of tubs of ice cream with her name on it laid untouched.
Checking the flavours, mint chocolate and cookies and cream were the ones that caught her eyes and her decision had been immediately on the cookies and cream one--she hated mint chocolate after all. With the cookies and cream ice cream at hand, she had made her way towards the recreation room.
A piano stood besides the floor to ceiling windows that showcase the nightlights of New York at this hour. Sitting by the piano bench, she had made a quick start on the ice cream, eyes lingering on the windows watching as the rest of the world moved in front of her.
The sweet desert wasn't a proper meal but it was enough to settle both her mind and her stomach from the things she had no control over. The image of the man who supposed to be her brother had once again passed her mind and she was left to wonder if she had allowed him to finish his words, would he be dead and the much bigger question would be if she was still controlled by those words after all the work Shuri and her team had done for her?
Turning her head, she had gotten used to how quiet the man had been. Steve Rogers will always find his way towards her just to get a reaction out of her and just ruin her day. Always under her skin, but she was just getting used to him and his pushy personality.
"Something like that." she muttered turning her attention back to the windows. "How did the meeting go?" she asked knowing after she had walked away a couple of hours ago, she had not spoken to anyone, not even Bucky. The only one she had talked to since leaving was FRIDAY and he wasn't counted at this pointed.
"We were allowed by Fury to take your brother's body and have a funeral for him if you wish to do it."
She nodded. The emotions that lingered in her mind. She wasn't as happy with the possible funeral they were more than willing to give to the man just for her. Her eyes falling to her shaking hands holding on to the ice cream and the spoon. How ironic has it been that just a few hours ago her hands were stained with another man's blood all over again--her brother's blood.
"Am I that much of a horrible person, Rogers?" she questioned. "Of all the people in the world, of all the men, women, and children I could possible kill, karma really had me kill my own brother without an ounce of hesitation."
Of all things, she would have expected the man to aggree to her words, it was weird for her to see him respond from the different one from what he usually does.
"And I think you deserve an apology from me."
Finally turning to meet the man's eye once again, she took a moment to understand if this was actually the same man that had been nothing but an asshole to her. Who was this man and what has he done to the Steve Rogers she knows and hate?
"I think it's long overdue, Rogers." she blinked watching him closely as he did proceed to apologize for everything he had done before excusing himself for the night.
Her eyes dropped towards her tub of half-eaten ice cream, thinking twice if Bucky spiked it without her knowing.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 11
“It looks good on you.” Nat’s comment hadn’t exactly eased your consciousness or your worries that how you appeared to look in the jumpsuit would incite ridicule or snide side eyes when you went out into public with Steve.
After all you were no Natasha Romanoff, a woman who had perfected being sexy and seductive. She would look like a model wearing a grungy t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
“Why the hesitation?” Nat questioned, tilting her head as she watched you in the mirror turning and twisting in an attempt to get a look at all of you.
“A jumpsuit? I’ve never worn one.” Despite the trend being rather hot lately, you mostly stuck to jeans and T-shirts’, sweaters and lab coats and the occasional dress to appease May. Not that you couldn’t wear dresses more often, or jumpsuits or skirts and heels, however given your work in a high tech lab that could require long hours, you strode for comfort. You didn’t step out of your comfort zone often enough, and that included wearing a jumpsuit that looked beautiful on the hangar, yet not exactly what you expected on yourself.
“If you could see the way Steve and Bucky look at you-“ Nat smiled and got off the bed, moving toward her closet in Stark Tower.
“I know how they fell, Nat. I know that it wouldn’t matter to them, but it matters to me.” You hugged, moving from the mirror to the chair she had sitting near her window. “I don’t…I feel like I’m expected to live up to this image of a perfect omega for Steve and Bucky because of their reputation and-“
“Who expects you to live up to what image?” She came back out of the closet with two dresses in her hands, one was maxi and the other was short.
Both dresses were beautiful, and vastly different. The short dress had a skirt made of lace that would’ve fallen to the middle of your thighs in a conforming fashion that hugged your hips and accentuated your waist, with a flirty off the shoulder jean top.
The dress was navy blue with small cutouts on the waist and below where your breasts would fall. It would fall delicately at your ankles with a side slit that would flash a little more skin than what was exposed at your waist. The neckline of the maxi dress was a ‘V’, that dipped elegantly and teasingly.
“Maybe a dress would suit you better.” She lay the dresses on the bed and stepped back, gazing at the two.
“You have a lot of clothes.” You commented, rising from the chair near the window to approach the bed where the two dresses lay.
“I may be a badass boss bitch, but even a boss ass bitch likes to play Barbie.” She nudged you and winked, whipping around to move to the opposite closet that was designated for just shoes.
“You’re mated right?” You asked, brushing your fingers against the lace of the short dress.
“I’ve been mated for 5 years. We met after half the world was Snapped. She was right under my nose.” Nat spoke with the kind of pride that was endearing and heartwarming.
“She doesn’t live close.” You state, taking in the observation after Nat had been gone every weekend for nearly 6 months.
“She’s moving closer. Most of us try and keep our mates a great distance from what we do as Avengers. It increases the risk once you have a mate who can be exploited. We keep them at a safe distance out of concern for them.” Nat explained, coming back with a pair of gladiator sandals and a pair of booties.
“If the risk is so great then why is she moving closer now?After 5 years?” You didn’t mean to pry, you were just so curious. And Nat was your friend. Your surrogate alpha.
“She got a job in the city, a permanent job that will allow us to have a more stable life.” Nat held the boots above the short dress and then the gladiator sandals above the maxi dress, before she settled on the maxi dress and set the booties down.
“You can’t have kids.” You were saddened for her, knowing the fact that she was sterilized was all part of Hydra’s Black Widow program. They took everything from her, including the chance to have kids.
“My omega and I have come to terms with us never being able to have kids. We’re going to have cats instead.” She held up the option, her choice for you to ultimately decide on.
“I like it.” You commented on her choice, and then slowly started to undo the zipper on the side of the jumpsuit.
“Besides,” Nat took the booties back to her shoe closet, “I’m going to be the fun aunt. Live vicariously through others.”
You grabbed the options and moved behind the changing screen she had set up. You started to pull down the jumpsuit, sliding out of it as if it were butter, and from the softness of the material it may as well have been, before pulling the maxi dress over the top of the changing screen.
“Might as well.” You replied, starting the process all over again.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Steve led you by the hand. “Don’t make me spank you.”
The flutter in your stomach and the soft laughter eluded to building feelings that were skyrocketing you toward a place where you were going, and ready, to give Steve permission to mark and mate you just as Bucky had.
“I’m just curious.” Your voice trailed off into a giggle as Steve purposely brushed his fingers across a ticklish spot on your waist. “You haven’t told me a thing.”
Steve didn’t reply, yet he led you with careful precision toward your destination while you put your faith in his skills not to send your careening down the sidewalk or into oncoming traffic.
Realistically, it wouldn’t have mattered what the date was. You would’ve done anything with Steve as long as you were with Steve. The destination didn’t matter.
Still…you weren’t always the most patient of people and being led around with your eyes closed had made you antsy.
“Just wait to open your eyes.” He let go of your hand and moved behind you, covering your eyes with his hands just in case you happened to take a peek.
“I’m waiting…” your voice pitched in a slight whine, your eagerness to see where he was taking you.
“Open,” Steve lowered his hands from your eyes, “your eyes.”
When you had basked in the sight of your date, you were with a powerful wave of nostalgia that crashed into you. The memories of your parents taking you and Peter out on trips to the science museums and the planetarium’s had all come rushing back with potency that actually made you more emotional than expected.
“Steve..” The memory of your dad lifting you onto his shoulders as a child to better see the various life kept behind glass, was forefront in your mind. “I haven’t been here since my parents took me last-“
“-before they died.”Steve finished your sentence. “I asked Peter what you liked to do when you were younger.”
“The aquarium was always my favourite.” Your mind wandered, your eyes became distant as you revelled in nostalgia. “My dad wanted me to pet one of the sting ray’s that came to the surface in their shallow pool. I remember crying because I didn’t want to feel how slimy they were, even though I never knew if they were or not.”
“Did you ever end up touching one?” Steve pondered.
“No,” you shook your head with a laugh, “I did push Peter into one of the shallow touchable tanks though.”
Steve laughed with you before he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, tugging you along behind him as the two of you moved through the first set of doors and then the next.
“We have the place to ourselves?” You asked after seeing the emptiness of the building, aside from the people working.
“I pulled some strings.” Steve shot you a smile when he looked over his shoulder.
“I didn’t know you had strings to pull.” You stepped closer to him as he approached the front desk.
“I also volunteered to come back in my Captain America suit for the children’s miracle network for St. Jude’s hospital.” Steve only had to approach the desk, and the wrist bands were already sitting on the metal desk with the woman behind the desk grinning from ear to ear.
“You are so lucky!” She squealed, a rather bright blush on her face.
“I really am.” You stared up at him with amazement, not able to look away even when he started putting the band around your wrist. “Steve’s one of a kind.”
The woman behind the desk wished you a good time, while throwing in a comment about starting from the left and moving to the right side of the building. As you stepped away and the pair of you started walking through the first exhibit, you brought up the topic of him volunteering.
“Do you do that often?” You stepped by a tank of brightly coloured fish and every bright coral. “Volunteer at aquariums during your downtime for sick children? Is it possible that you’re actually a perfect person.”
Steve crossed from the right to the left, where you were, and slipped an arm around your waist. He squeezed your waist gently, gazing at the same beautiful sight that you were.
“We all try to.” Steve spoke quietly, as it was just the two of you. “We spend so much time around evil and battles, wars that never send. Seeing a bunch of sick kids in our uniforms is a welcomed break. They’re always so excited to see us.”
“You really love kids.” It wasn’t a question but a statement; a fact.
“I’ve always wanted a family.” Steve moved on with you following him. “It’s been the American dream for almost 100 years.”
“Go to war, survive, come home and have a family.”
You peered at some of the brightly coloured fish swimming back and forth with no real worry or path.
“I’ve been fighting a long war.” When Steve spoke, he was tired. When he spoke, you could hear the figurative exhaustion in his voice from the years of fighting that was draining on him, the constant wars that never ceased.
“Maybe it’s time to pass the shield on.” You suggested, though you did so quietly. “Even the great Steve Roger’s needs a break.”
“I’ve been thinking about it.” Steve quipped, his eyes focused on the tanks and the array of colours brushing from behind the glass. “Giving up the title of Captain America.”
“Retirement would look good on you.” You placed your hand on his chest, stealing his attention.
“And you,” he grinned, stealing you into his arms, “would look good with your hand on a stingray.”
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