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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Alpha Peter becomes unexpectedly protective of omega Tony and Tony doesn't know why at first until peter told him. Tony is pregnant

Alpha, Omega and ?

AN: Hi nonnie - this took a little bit of a turn from what I originally imagined and your initial ask, but I hope you still like it.

I’ve never written A/B/O before, although I’ve read a lot. Whilst there are no explicit details in this, I am basing my Omegaverse anatomies on this guide by the wonderful @jro616, where male omegas and female alphas are either intersex people who have chosen their external presentation to match how they feel as a person, not their genitalia, or trans people who have decided (for whatever reason) not to have bottom surgery. You can read Tony in this fic either way.

In this story, when they meet, Peter is early to mid 20’s and Tony is approaching 40. Both of them are normal (omegaverse) humans.

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans, divider by @firefly-graphics, moodboard by me.

WC: 3k, cos short fics aren’t my forte.

CW: A/B/O dynamics, age gap, mentions of bigotry and slut shaming, heats, ruts, claiming and consent, mild sexual content, mentions of masturbation, discussions of fertility, getting together, established relationship, fluff.

Peter was tired. Absolutely bone-weary. He sank down into the worn, cushioned seat in the cab, as it whisked him away from the airport and towards home. He’d been away for two long weeks and was ready to be back where he belonged, in the penthouse, with his sweet omega.

Many things had surprised him when he’d begun his internship at Stark industries all those years ago. Firstly, how Tony actually got himself involved at the ground level in all things, even if it was just a meeting with him to explain the background of a team's new development project. Peter had not been expecting that.

He’d also not been expecting to take one sniff of Tony’s omega scent and have his hind brain start shouting “Mine mine mine”. As inappropriate workplace crushes go, Peter knew this was a doozy.

The whole world knew that Tony was an omega, with more than one old-fashioned and bigoted person questioning, publically, whether he should remain in charge of the famous tech firm he’d inherited from his father. But he’d proved all the nay-sayers wrong, taking the company from strength to strength, despite his secondary gender and his personal life.

Tony was known to play the field, not something considered a virtue in an omega, but he’d got away with it by mainly dating, or appearing at functions with, other omegas and some betas, both male and female. On the rare occasion he was spotted with alpha, it was a female one; female alphas were even rarer than male omegas, and it always seemed to feel like a publicity stunt.

Peter was taken aback by his reaction to his new boss, and tried to pack his feelings, and his desire, away in a box in the back of his mind. He told himself that Tony wouldn’t be interested in an alpha like him, especially one so many years his junior, and an employee to boot. He would be a model employee, a model alpha, and not let his primal nature affect his work. However, all his good intentions were scuppered by a couple of things.

To start with, Peter was clever, exceedingly so. It shouldn’t have come to Tony’s surprise, given the fact that he’d signed off on the internship, but nevertheless, his eyebrows had almost shot up into his hairline the first time Peter had stuck his hand up in one of the meetings and calmly told Tony that he’d made a mistake in one of his own calculations. Peter could still remember the way Tony had gaped like a fish, had started to politely reprimand him, before turning back to his presentation, cocking his head and then nodding.

“Well done, Parker, is it? I don’t know how I missed that.”

He had the boss’ notice now, and from that point on was picked for more and more important projects, until he was working alongside Tony everyday. It was this that led to the total failure of his plan to keep his attraction for the older omega under wraps.

Tony had arrived late, which considering he lived in the building, up in the top floor penthouse, was quite the feat. Peter was already working away, on his second cup of coffee and considering contacting Pepper, the CEO, when the door opened and all of his alpha senses went haywire.

He was obviously familiar with Tony’s scent, having reacted so strongly at that first encounter with it; oranges, whisky and motor oil, and he’d only got more attuned to it over the past few months. How the orange note turned sour when Tony was stressed, how the oily smell intensified when he was excited and deep in his work, and how the whisky became smokey when he was sad. Peter had never commented on his observations, though. They were work colleagues, albeit close ones, and it wasn’t socially acceptable to comment on the change in someone’s scent who wasn’t at least a close friend, if not a family member. If Tony wanted to speak about anything that was bothering him he would, and actually often did. Peter was glad of their strong rapport.

That day was different. All of Tony’s smells were stronger, from the moment he walked through the door, overlaid with the scent of brown sugar. Peter’s nostrils flared and he had to tamp down a growl, fingers curling into the worktop and turning white.

Mate. Mate the omega. Make pups.

Tony walked over, not looking his usual put-together self. His t-shirt was rumpled, and his hair not tamed to within an inch of its life. He took hold of Peter’s half mug of coffee and knocked it back in one go.

“Sorry ‘m late Petey, slept like shit.”

Peter didn’t trust himself to talk, just bit down on his lip and nodded, curtly, taking his now empty mug over to the machine in the corner of Tony’s private lab, refilling it, and making his mentor his own cup. Tony thanked him with a smile and moved to his own workstation to start his day’s work. Peter watched him, noticing the out of character sluggishness of the older man, and how he kept rubbing his calloused hand across his brow and then his lower abdomen. He knew what all those signs meant. His aunt, who’d raised him, was an omega. Their apartment had been tiny, so there was very little he didn’t know about omegas. Tony was about to go into heat, and just thinking about it, and breathing in his delicious scent only made the ache in his heart, and his loins, that much more difficult to ignore.

After about an hour of (attempted) work, and an unusual silence between them, Peter couldn’t take it anymore. Tony was head down in some calculations which were taking him longer than normal to work through.

“Mr Stark?”

“Yeah, Peter?” He answered, somewhat distractedly.

“Look, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to go home. I… um… can’t be in here with you right now.”

That got Tony’s attention. His head jerked up and he swivelled on his stool to look at Peter, face on.

“What d’ya mean? Have… have I done something to offend you?”

The scent in the air turned slightly more smokey, and Peter was shocked to realise Tony was saddened by the thought that he’d done something to upset him. The primal urge to soothe and protect a distressed omega, especially one nearing heat, rushed through Peter’s body. Without thinking his hands flew out to grasp at Tony’s forearms.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, it’s umm…” His cheeks flushed and he dropped his hands away from Tony, as if scalded. He worried his lower lip, and realised there was no delicate way to say it.

“Well, I can smell that you’re… erm… nearing your heat, and I really need to get out of here.”

Tony’s mouth dropped open, almost mirroring the first time Peter had rendered him speechless. Peter backed away, drawing shallow breaths through his mouth, making his way towards his work station to pack up his things.

Protect. Mate. Claim.

He closed his eyes, Tony’s sweetened scent making him dizzy.

“Peter?”

His eyes snapped open again, his gaze meeting Tony’s.

“My heat isn’t due for at least a week, I’m only just in pre-heat. You shouldn’t be able to smell a change yet.”

“But I can, Mr Stark, and I’m really sorry, but I gotta go. I’ll… umm, work in one of the other labs for the rest of the week, and come back here, whilst you’re, erm… indisposed.”

He ran out of the door as fast as his too tight pants would let him, embarrassed beyond belief at this turn of events.

He didn’t see Tony for the next two weeks. He received a message from Pepper after the first week to inform him that Tony was taking some ‘personal days’, so he returned to the lab. Despite Tony’s absence, his pre-heat scent had strengthened and now clung to the room. Peter would later admit to Tony that it wasn’t his finest hour when he’d had to go and jerk off in the bathroom, and then ask JARVIS to vent the lab and refresh all the air before he could risk returning. He’d never popped a knot so fast.

When Tony returned at the end of the second week, it was with a spring in his step and Peter had hoped that everything would return to normal. However, that idea was shot down when Tony insisted on taking him out to lunch. Peter had anticipated a local coffee shop or maybe a deli, but no, Tony had taken him across Manhattan, in his limo, to a small Italian restaurant, where he appeared to have his own private table in a secluded corner. The sour note to his scent gave away the fact that Tony was worried about something.

“Peter, I wanted to talk to you… about the other week.”

Peter put on his broadest, albeit fake, smile, eager to assure Tony that there wasn’t anything wrong.

“No need, Mr Stark, just, umm… if you let me know next time you’re nearing… you know… I can just go work elsewhere. It’s fine, really. Must happen all the time when alphas and omegas work closely together."

Tony reached out across the table, his hand covering Peter’s.

“Peter, we need to address something. The fact that you could detect that change, so early, points to one thing; that you and I are very compatible. No, not very, extremely. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m attracted to you. Like, a lot.” Tony smirked a bit, before he stared off into the distance, a dreamy, soft look in his face. “The favourite part of my day is when you walk in, all spring rain, sunshine and cinnamon. I really like how when you’re happy, or excited, your scent warms the room. And when that cinnamon gets spicy hot I know you’re frustrated and all I want to do is hug you and purr until it calms down. And I dread the days you smell soaking wet, because I know something’s eating away at you, just like it is now.”

Peter looked down at Tony's hand, the calloused fingers shifting to twine together with his own smoother ones.

“Peter, will you go out with me? Will you give us both the chance to see what we could be together?”

It was Peter’s turn to be shocked. Had they both been pining this entire time? He looked back up, this time with a genuine smile on his face, and a hopeful flutter in his heart.

“I’d really like that, Tony.”

By the time Tony’s next heat had rolled around, three months later, they were at the stage where Tony was comfortable asking Peter to help him through it. He’d blushed so prettily when he’d made the request, not certain if Peter was ready for the responsibility that came with it. He’d have to be able to care for Tony during, and after, both emotionally and physically. He’d also have to keep a reign in his own alpha impulses; their relationship was too new for any discussion of claiming. However, despite the initial reservations that heat definitely confirmed their compatibility. Peter would never forget the moment he filled Tony for the first time, the omega crying out so beautifully, begging for more and more, harder, deeper, and taking everything the young alpha had to give.

Two heats later and Peter was finding it increasingly difficult to refrain from claiming his sweet omega, especially when Tony’s heat hormones made him extra clingy, and he’d be pleading with Peter to bite him. They loved each other, those words had come pretty quickly, but when back in his own head, without the chemical cocktail coursing through his blood, Tony was aware of how much older he was. He knew his fertility was waning and was worried he’d never be able to give Peter any pups.

“Tony, don’t be silly, baby.” Peter held his omega in his lap, the first notes of brown sugar announcing the imminent arrival of the next heat. “Me wanting to claim you is about us, you and I. You told me to give us a chance. And you were right. I wanna be with you. You. If we both want children down the line, but we need help, we can get it. There are plenty of paths to parenthood. But I want the world to know you’re mine, that Tony Stark is officially off the market.”

He nipped at Tony’s ear, making him mewl, and bury in closer to Peter’s chest.

“You bring out the feral alpha in me…’mega mine. But I won’t do it if you don’t want to. I’d never claim you in heat without us having discussed it like we are now. Not even when you beg me so nicely.

Tony continued to whine and rubbed his face over the scent gland in Peter’s neck.

“Want it. Want it so much, Alpha. Wanna be your mate and for everyone to know it. Tony Parker-Stark has a nice ring to it.”

“Alright, baby. We’ll wait for your heat, yeah? Cos it might trigger my rut, and it could be a lot for you to handle otherwise.”

Peter’s ruts were irregular, normally affecting him about twice a year. He hadn't had one since before starting to date Tony, so he knew one was due any time, and if anything was going to trigger it, it would be claiming Tony as his, finally.

It turned out Peter was right, and from then on his ruts came in synch with every other one of Tony’s heats.

That had been five years ago. After going through a lot of legal paperwork with Pepper, Peter was able to remain at Stark industries, working his way up the ranks. Now he carried out tasks Tony used to do, including tedious conferences all over the world, allowing his omega to take things easy, and spend nearly all his time tinkering, which he much preferred to schmoozing. Big parties weren’t his thing anymore.

Annoyingly, this most recent conference had had Peter flying out two days after Tony’s last heat and his own rut. The memory of Tony purring, all lax and fucked out beneath him, the pair of them locked together by his engorged knot, had kept Peter going whilst he’d been away. Tony’s heats were less regular now, although currently no less intense when they did occur. It had also gotten to the point that Peter knew before Tony himself when the omega’s body was gearing up for one.

The cab jerked to a halt, pulling Peter out of his reverie. He paid the driver, and made his way into the tower, nodding to the night security and loosening his tie as he walked over to the private elevator. It whisked him upwards at the touch of his thumb print, and Peter counted down the 30 seconds he knew it took to get from the foyer to the penthouse. His foot tapped the floor impatiently.

The doors whooshed open and Peter stepped out into his home. Immediately he knew something was different. There was a different smell in the apartment. It wasn’t Pepper’s calming, appley, beta scent, or Rhodey’s metallic alpha one. No, this scent was entirely unknown.

He breathed in deeply, trying to separate the new, spicy vanilla chai smell from his and Tony’s so he could pinpoint it, wherever it was in the apartment, because the strength of it told Peter that the owner was still present.

“Tony?” He called through the penthouse, wondering why his omega hadn’t scented that he was home.

Peter left his small case by the elevator doors and walked into the main living area. To Peter’s surprise it was empty; JARVIS would have let him know if Tony was in the lab.

“JARVIS, where’s Tony?”

“Mr Parker-Stark is in the bedroom, sir.”

“And who else is here?”

“No-one sir, only you and Mr Parker-Stark are currently present.”

Peter was confused, but toed off his shoes and strode across the plush carpet in search of his mate. Carefully, he pushed open the door and then came to a halt, a smile spreading across his face. Tony was curled up, asleep, on the bed, clutching Peter’s pillow tight to his chest, his face pressed into the top of it.

Peter settled down next to him, still curious about the alien smell pervading their home. He drew Tony’s sleeping form against him, his omega whining in his sleep and burying closer, seeking comfort. However, when Peter drew in another deep breath, realisation hit him. The foreign scent wasn’t his and it wasn’t Tony’s, but it was intermingled with Tony’s, emanating from him.

Tears of joy welled in his eyes, and he hiccuped, hugging Tony that little bit tighter causing his mate to stir and wake up. Tony turned, blinked up at him owlishly, and then smiled, throwing his arms around Peter’s neck, peppering him with kisses.

“You’re back! I missed you so much. I’ve been feeling rotten since nearly the moment you left, just wanting to sleep. I thought bond sickness was just an old wives tale.”

Peter just sniffed, a tear rolling down his cheek as he smiled back.

“What’s wrong, alpha mine? Why are you crying?”

“You don’t have bond sickness, sweetheart. Take a deep breath, tell me what you smell.”

Tony looked puzzled but sniffed. Some stirring thought seemed to pass across his face before he inhaled again, deeper and longer. Then he gasped, looking up at Peter, down at his own stomach and then back at Peter.

“I… I… I’m… We’re… oh my god!”

Peter ducked his head and kissed Tony, both of them pouring their joy and love into one another. Both of them were crying, holding onto each other as their lips met.

Tony ran his hand across his still flat abdomen, Peter covering it with his own, and he started to purr.

“I wonder what they’re going to be? An omega like me? An alpha like you? Or a beta, perhaps?”

Peter pulled Tony to lie back against him, the older man’s back to his front.

“I know exactly what our pup is gonna be, baby. Loved.”

Tag list: @mrsmischief209 @marvelstarker-mha98

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #peter parker #alpha!peter #omega!tony #omegaverse #a/b/o fic #a/b/o verse

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femmeparker · 2 years

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been talking about baby alpha peter rubbing on everything, so sensitive he’s able to make himself knot without any kind of pressure around his dick

but the moment he actually cums, it turns painful without the pressure there to milk his little knot and he just wails for his mama

tony tries to prevent peter from scent marking every soft surface in the penthouse but peter’s insatiable

(and the inescapable scent of alpha arousal makes tony wet despite his suppressants. and it maybe makes him want to go off the stupid things)

#starkercest #babyalpha!peter #alpha!peter #omega!tony #omegaverse

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themculibrary · 1 year

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A while back I read an a/b/o fic where omegas are given jewelry by their pack. Tony was an omega and was never given any jewelry, and the avengers gave some to him once they found out. Do you know what fic this is?

Could it be this fic?

Diamonds Do Not Equal Love (but they sure mean something) (ao3) - AngeNoir OT6 E, 22k

Summary: Tony’s still not always sure how they all fell out like this. Well, okay, it isn’t like he’s completely clueless, he’s always very aware of sex, in all its forms and manipulations, going on around him and with him.

But Tony had to be blind not to notice the trinkets that Steve and Bruce were sporting.

In a world where omegas are given courting gifts of jewelry when alphas or betas or other omegas want to have sex with them, the media, the newspapers, and talk show hosts always make dismissive and disgusted remarks about how Tony Stark sleeps with so many people and yet refuses to wear any of their jewelry in public. Self-centered and arrogant, some say, while others whisper that, with his wealth, Tony really shouldn't be asking for gifts in the first place. Even with all the speculation about how rich and how decadent Tony's jewelry collection must be, however, no one's ever seen it.

Because Tony... Tony doesn't have a collection at all.

- Tori

#answered #anonymous #found #ao3 #20k #au #omegaverse #omega!tony #ot6 #polyamory #angst #hurt/comfort #pwp

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tottenhamhotsperm · 3 months

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DYNAMITE - November 10, 2021

bonus:

#aew #kenny omega #hangman page #hangman adam page #tony schiavone #aewedit #zensgifs #kenny*#hangman*#schiavone*#oh my GOD guys sharpening action packs saved my life #my gifs look 10000x better #ough this moment..... hangman said when they go low i go LOWER!

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winterspiderpurrs · 6 months

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Okay but Cinnamon roll omega Peter Parker who is normally so docile and kind and shy

Going absolutely feral, throwing punches at anyone verbally abusing his Alpha. And his Alpha just picks him up and carries him off.

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scar-lie · 3 days

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Omega Pt. 14 {Natasha}

Summary : Seeing a little hope makes Natasha be protective and want to win you back again little by little

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader

Warning : Nothing

World count : 2,283

{OMEGA PT. 13} {OMEGA PT. 14} {OMEGA PT. 15}

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

Natasha has been sleeping in your room on the floor for the past four days now. You don’t have a heart to tell her that you four are okay and that she doesn’t need to guard you, so you just let her and offer her the couch at least, but she is still persistent about sleeping on the floor, so you just let her again and respect the boundaries between you two.

But Natasha has three reasons why she keeps insisting on sleeping in your room: first, to guard you; second, to be as close to the four of you as possible; and third, to at least earn herself even a little of your trust, and maybe there’s a chance. She hopes so, though.

And she’s still clinging to the idea that she can still earn the title of Alpha of yours someday, a baby step but still wanting to win you back, and she hopes that maybe you’ll lay beside her again and she’ll never gonna let you away from her hold, and the fact that she regrets sending you away when you let your thoughts win you and craving her hold.

So Natasha simply and secretly lay besides on the other side of the bed while admiring the four of you, peacefully and safely sleeping, but that’s only a few minutes, and she will go back to her makeshift bed to sleep by herself, and that’s enough for her to sleep alone in her room.

It took her weeks before you started to open up to her, letting her help you around, like cleaning the bathroom, and letting her help you when your back is hurting from the constant carrying of either one of the pups. To be honest, Natasha gives the best massage, and she also goes with you when you stroll the pups in the park.

But today, Natasha planned the whole day; every single detail was perfectly planned, and she hopes that everything will go according to her plan.

“Hi, I make breakfast,” then Natasha lightly brings the tray full of food to indicate that she really makes breakfast.

You blinked a few times and rubbed your eyes since it’s basically 6 in the morning and you’re not ready to wake up just yet, and the situation you're in makes Natasha chuckle at how cute you look. You glared up at her when you heard her chuckle.

“Why are you laughing? It’s too early for your breakfast,” you groan, leaning your head on the door frame while you yawn and stretch your limbs.

“It’s actually quarter to 7, and I just want to surprise you for breakfast in bed,” she says, giving you a shy smile, so you open the door wide open, and then you two proceed to the bed.

But before she could set the tray down, she looked at you, who’s already sat on the bed while your back was leaning in the bed frame, giving her a pout and puppy eyes.

“What’s wrong? ”Natasha then gave you the sandwich she made, then sat down in front of you.

“My back is still hurting.” You whimper a little, then take a bite of the sandwich. Natasha frowns at what you said; she doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, even if your back doesn’t hurt for her to give you a massage, or if it really is.

And she doesn’t have any issue or complaint about massaging you, but she noticed that your back is hurting a lot these days, and that's concerning her. Maybe something is wrong.

“Have you gone to Dr. Cho? Your back is hurting a lot these days.” Natasha then pulled you up a little to sit up and scoot you forward so she could sit down on your back and start to lightly massage your shoulder, making you moan a little at the satisfaction.

“Lower please, my lower back is killing me,” Natasha chuckles and scoffs out of amusement, then she lightly bends you down and lightly massages your lower back.

“Y/N, did you see Dr. Cho for your back pain?”Natasha asked again, and you shook your head and looked over your shoulder to give her a shy and apologetic smile, and that’s when Natasha knew the answer.

“We should visit her; maybe something is wrong.” By hearing it, your mood changed. It saddens you that you have to visit the medbay again and scares you that you will be admitted there again and can’t take care of your pups as much as you do, and like Natasha can read your mind, she sits down in front of you.

“Hey, we're just going to visit her and maybe do some tests, nothing serious.” You sighed, nodded, and took a bite of your sandwich.

"Ok.” You both then start eating your breakfast before the three pups start to wake up, and Natasha goes to Wanda and Yelena to ask if they can look after the pups the whole day since she’s still wishing that at least half of her plan will be done.

“Ok, Y/N, Nat, the result came up clean, no sign of abnormalities or anything different, but I would like to give some medicine to help the pain, and also don’t lift heavy materials for a week and get rest as much as possible. You need to let your body have a break since tending to the three pups could be overwhelming and hard, and please come back here after a week. I would like to run some tests again to make sure. That’s all.” Dr. Cho smiled at the both of you and gave you the medicines she prepared right before she entered the room.

"Thanks,” you two both said, then stood up to the bed you’ve been waiting for.

“Take those two times a day, morning and night, after your meal, and you have to take those 12 hours apart.” You two smile and nod, then thank her once again before you two walk out of the medbay with a sigh of relief.

“So, I planned this day to go out, and since Wanda and Yelena have the pups, maybe we could go out?”Then Natasha presses the elevator, going up to your floor.

“But Dr. Cho said, ‘Get rest as much as possible.’” You mimic her, then Natasha gives you a pout.

“I know, but I swear, no extreme activities, just walking around the park.” You bite your lower lips and sigh, knowing you can’t say no to those pouts.

"Fine,” you said, then Natasha smiled and quickly dragged you to your room to change, and so did she.

“Nat, look, I want those,” you pointed to the man who’s selling some balloons, a teddy bear, and some bracelets around the park.

“Which one? ”Nat asked, already taking your hand and leading you to the vendor that makes you squeak with happiness, and you jump a little, making Natasha laugh at your childishness.

“I want to have us a matching bracelet,” you said while looking at the various colors and various types of beads in the bracelet.

"Well, we could get those; which one do you think looks beautiful? ”Natasha, then join you in looking at the bracelets.

“Do you want a tulip? Or heart? Or maybe Shell? Gosh, they are beautiful; I can’t choose,” you whine, frowning, getting a little frustrated about what to choose, but Natasha smirked and saw a perfect bracelet.

“Why not this one? It looks good, and since you love nature, I think it will look pretty on you,” Natasha said, taking the butterfly bracelet, where there’s a big crystal bead in every two pink beads, and in the middle of those two are a little rock bead, and in the pendant, there’s two butterflies, one big with a little butterfly.

“But it's too girly,” you mumbled, looking up at her with a question.

“And? So? ”Then Natasha put it on you with a smile; seeing it really suits you, she took another one and put it on her wrist.

“Now we're matching,” she said, giving you a smile and taking a 20-dollar bill, saying to keep the change, then intertwining your hands with hers.

“But Nat, it looks too girly on your wrist.” You stop her from walking, getting worried that she will just throw it away when your back is facing her or that she will talk behind your back. You know, Natasha, she hates too many girly things when it comes to her things, and you already know and heard the way she insults them and the person when someone gives her girly things.

“So, I love it; it matches yours.” Then Natasha analyzed your facial reaction and body language and realized what you were thinking.

“I don't care if it's too girly; as long as it comes from you, I don't care what other people say. I love them,” Natasha said the last words when she looked down on our wrist with a smile, making me squeeze her hand.

“Now let's go get ice cream,” you cheer, and now you're the one who's dragging her to your favorite ice cream parlor.

“What flavor do you like? ”Natasha then took out her wallet, and you hummed, thinking and choosing what flavor you liked.

“I would like a mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip cookie dough.” You then stand beside Natasha with a smile.

“Ok, one of those, and I would like a vanilla and buttered pecan, please.” You two then wait until they serve you your ice cream, and after you get your ice cream, you two proceed to walk around the park.

But you're suddenly uncomfortable and shifting your stance, looking around the park, then fisting Natasha's shirt and going closer to Natasha.

“Natty? ”You whisper, the ice cream is getting forgotten that it is slowly melting.

“Mhh? ”Natasha, look at you after she licks at her ice cream. Seeing you uncomfortable and frowning, stop on her track.

“Something is wrong,” Natasha says, then surveys the surroundings and sends an alert to the team in case something happens.

“I feel like someone is watching us,” you added, and when you feel the cold ice cream running down your hand, you quickly wipe it with a handkerchief and lick the remaining on the cone.

“We should go home,” you nodded, and when you two turned around, that's when there's an explosion a few feet away from you, Natasha shielding you with her body.

"Fuck,” Natasha said, then saw armed people scattering around, so she pressed the emergency alert again.

“Shit shit shit,” then Natasha throws you on her shoulder and runs, getting you to a safe place, and that's when Tony, Wanda, and Sam come to the scene, landing perfectly and smoothly.

"Romanoff!” Tony shouted and came to her.

“I’ll go get her to the tower; go help them." Natasha gently put you in Tony's arms, then ran where Wanda and Sam were.

“Thought you might need these.” Sam gave her a pistol and a knife, smirking, but Natasha rolled her eyes at him.

“Yeah, sure, it will help me in the long run. Nice help, bird brain,” they both chuckle, but before Natasha could launch to the enemy, you were screaming her name.

“NAAAATTTT! "You screamed when Tony got hit in the middle of the air, hitting him in the arm and losing balance, making you fall.

“Wanda, catch Y/N!” Natasha shouted and ran to you. Wanda on the other side quickly turned around and saw you falling, so she quickly caught you with her powers and brought you down.

“Nat on your back!” Tony shouted, getting up to the floor and firing at the enemy who's on Natasha's back.

But before you could run to Natasha, someone grabbed you and put a handkerchief over your nose and mouth. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, but the longer you inhaled the toxin in the handkerchief, the harder it was for you to get out of their hold.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Natasha then ran faster, and thankfully Wanda saw what happened, so she quickly flew where you were.

“Put her down! ”Natasha's eyes are bright red while she holds the man with her powers in the neck and hand, where he was holding the knife on her neck.

But when he smirked and shook his head, Wanda quickly snapped his neck, and you fell to the ground unconscious.

“The team is already on their way; I’ll go take her to Dr. Cho. The pups are with Kate, and Yelena brought your batons, widow bites, and gun,” Wanda said when she scooped you up and turned to Natasha, who's checking on you for other injuries.

“I need,” Wanda quickly said, shutting her up and taking you away from her.

“I’ll have her; I’ll make sure she's safe; the city needs you, Nat, and it will be faster and safer if I fly her to Dr. Cho.” Then Wanda put Shield around you two and started to fly when Natasha gave her permission.

“Take care.” Then Wanda will fly you to the tower without any attacks on her way, and she will get you to Dr. Cho safely as she promised.

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huffelpuff210 · 7 days

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My new list for the dark

Biker Bucky Barnes x abused reader

Part 1

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Part 6

Dark alpha Steve Rogers x dark alpha Bucky Barnes x dark alpha Tony stark x omega reader

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Dark professor Steve Rogers x innocent reader

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Soft dark Stucky x reader

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Dark professor Tony Stark x shy reader

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Dark shifter Bucky Barnes x shifter reader

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Dark mafia Bucky Barnes x reader

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#dark avengers #mcu smut #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark alpha steve rogers x omega reader #dark marvel #omega reader #avengers fic #alpha omega #marvel #bucky barnes fic #dark alpha steve rogers #dark bucky x reader #dark tony stark #dark professor tony stark #dark professor steve rogers #dark b

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thatwrestlingnerd · 6 days

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Kenny Omega returning next week:

#aew #aew lb #kenny omega #the elite #tony kahn

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imaginestevetony · 8 months

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Older Omega Tony and younger alpha Steve broke up four years ago and now alpha steve is engaged to be married to a much younger omega. They seem happy and Steve just really wants to start a family now.

And then on his bachelor trip to Vegas, he saw Tony. He's there for a tech conference and he really needs to go but then a little girl comes barreling towards Tony and said "Mama!" to Tony and oh wow she's very cute... and blonde and got blue eyes???? The little girl introduced herself as Maria Sarah and she's three year's old and wow very smart and polite for a three year old. They said their goodbyes and Steve asked for Tony's number so they could reconnect. Tony smiled sadly at him and said he still got the same number from years ago.

Steve then met with Bucky, Sam, Clint and told them about Tony and Maria Sarah. "I'm glad Tony was able to adopt." And the three were like "Steven." Steve's like, "What? You know thats part of the reason we broke up? We can't get pregnant and Tony's scared about adopting but I'm glad he was able to do that. Even if it's not with me. I'm not bitter about it, I promise. But like why does it have to be after me???"

Sam asked if he's seriously that dense, and Bucky really wanted to smack him right now. In the end it's actually Clint who gave it straight to Steve. "Are you sure the three year old girl isnt your daughter? Who got your hair color and blue eyes? And named after Tony's and your mom? I mean, probably not but the math says it's possible and Tony just really likes the name Sarah."

And Steve's eyes got wider and wider and now he's not really sure. "...shit."

#spoiler alert she is his baby girl #stevetony #stony #superhusbands #omegaverse #older omega Tony needs more love

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aunt-ninny · 29 days

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I'm putting this out there, knowing full well that I'll probably get hate for it, and that's fine. I know how blocking works.

I am from Chicago. I've been watching wrestling since 1995. My personal knowledge and experiences with CM Punk started before many of you were born.

He can say he's from Chicago all he wants, but the man is from Lockport. He went to school with my cousins. I met him several times in our youth before he was signed anywhere.

I can confirm from my own experiences with him, as well as those of my family, that he has always been a whiny bitch with an over inflated ego. In his mind, he's never wrong. He demands respect from everyone, but he makes them earn his. He makes you earn his kindness. The first time that you disagree with him on anything, regardless of how unimportant it is, you will be dead to him forever. He does not forgive. He gaslights easier than most people breathe.

In short, CM Punk is as toxic as they come, and he always has been. He probably always will be. If you're going to support him, proceed with caution.

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ageofevermore · 1 year

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TOMORROW AT ONE

SUMMARY — after spending the day with natasha, you’re not ready to let her go, but she reminds you how quickly tomorrow will come

WARNINGS — omegaverse, soulmates, mentions of panic attacks and the aftermath of panic attacks, natasha showing off some dominance

heart masterlist, previous chapter, strawberry peanut butter sandwich

You had come out of your shell significantly since your conversation with Natasha and being released from the infirmary. A once stuttering omega, you’d found your voice again, this time not so uneasy and on edge. She brought a calm over you, like waves crashing on the shore. The newfound exuberance in your being left Natasha feeling light on her feet, following just a step behind you as you led her through the city. You’d spent the last few hours talking, getting caught up in yourselves and the stupid jokes that to anyone else probably would have fallen short.

“You don’t have to walk me home, Natasha.” You whisper, stopping to look fully at the red haired assassin that's followed you protectively since leaving the convention center. Your cheeks are flush a color like her hair, and Natasha smirks playfully.

“Who said anything about taking you home?” Natasha teased. She really hadn’t intended on bringing you home so soon. It was only after seven, and although she told the boys that she would be home from the convention by three at the latest, she was sure they’d have no objections to her lateness after she told them about today's events. Natasha watched you slowly begin to tense again, making a mental note that surprises aren’t something you enjoy. At least not yet anyways. Natasha could understand. After the anxiety attack you suffered earlier, and albeit being soulmates, she was still just a stranger. She’d take her time getting to know you. Sweet and slow was how she liked it anyways. “I hope you like ice cream.”

At the prospect of at least knowing where Natasha planned to take you, your shoulders began to loosen and the rosy color of your cheeks faded, although not entirely. An innocent blush, almost childlike, somewhat whimsical, was permanently etched across your skin. You nodded, dropping your eyes from her face to her hands, noticing how they were empty, and how soft they looked. Having a million things she could’ve said to you, Natasha opted for staying quiet, and making the move for you. When her hand found yours, it was like fireworks exploded in the pit of your belly and sent sparklers down your arms and legs. Everything felt warm, but despite what you’d thought, the palms of Natashas hands were calloused.

“You let me lead the way for twenty minutes.” You spoke softly. Natasha loved how soft your voice stayed, even when you were comfortable and content. It was a stark contrast to how deep and stone Steve and Bucky were. And unlike Tony, who had a sarcastic quip for everything, You were honest and didn’t evade her point or emotions. “Why?”

“Wanted to see where you’d take me.” Natasha shrugged, “Although, I’m a bit disappointed you thought I’d let you go so early in the evening. New York's beautiful just after nine.”

“I like it at four. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but it’s starting to break apart the darkness. That’s when it’s quietest too. It’s never empty, but between four and five is when it’s the least busy. My apartment is pretty high up, I can see the stars for almost twenty minutes before everything turns orange and pink.” You blush when you realize that you’ve gotten lost on a tangent at Natasha’s simple revelation, but despite it, you think the night fits her perfectly. Just as she thinks the early mornings of New York City perfectly fit you.

“You’ll have to let me see it sometime.” Natasha smiles honestly, meaning her words fully. To spend an early morning in her soulmate's bed, watching the stars melt into sunshine sounds like the perfect way to fall in love. Especially if it’s accompanied by cuddlings and kissing, but she’ll work you up to that level.

“You’d want to?” You wondered beautifully, shocked that Natasha hadn’t made a comment about your romanticized storytelling. Most people did. Most people that you’d shared that beautiful description with had laughed in your face and told you they’d rather be asleep. They stomped on your heart without a care in the world.

“Sweetheart, I’ll watch every sunrise with you.” Natasha smiles, “And you have four other mates waiting to meet you that I know would do the same.” Your cheeks burn for a few moments before your heart sinks and you completely freeze at Natasha’s side. In seconds you revert back to the anxious girl you were at the convention center.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry! I’ve completely taken you away from them all day! I’m so sorry! You should go! Really! I didn’t mean to hold you up for so long!” You fret, avoiding Natasha’s eye. You didn’t want to see the look on your Alpha’s face now that you realized that you’d been nothing but selfish since being released from the infirmary. Guilt began to gnaw at your belly, and that familiar fuzzy feeling pulled at the clarity in your head. Most Omegas didn’t do well with guilt, it almost always caused an unexpected drop, but with your anxiety and fear of disappointing people, it presented ten times worse in you. Natasha could recognize the signs and cursed her sweet hearted Omega for being so hard on herself always.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I want to spend my time with you. I promise, the boys will understand. We’ve been so excited for when we finally got to meet our Omega. The only complaint they’ll have about me being out so late with you is that they didn’t get to steal your time themselves.” Natasha promised, hoping she’d save you from the guilt and the drop. She really didn’t want to rush into the intimacy of your relationship, and handling a drop would force her to. She wanted you to come around on her own terms. “Would it make you feel better if I text them?”

You nodded before she softly added, “Ask them if it’s okay.”

“Sweetheart, I’m second in command, I don’t need to ask anybody how I spend my time.” Natasha informed teasingly, but the persistent pout on your blush color lips was unwavering. You were worried for the feelings of her other mates, and who was Natasha to deny you the satisfied feeling of knowing they didn’t mind.

[ Natasha ] Without too much information, I’ve met our Omega. She’s incredibly worried that I’ve taken away from our time together and is hoping it’s okay with you all that I take her for ice cream before I come home.

[ Tony ] YOU MET OUR OMEGA ?!

[ Steve ] I believe an ice cream date for our Omega is the only acceptable way to spend your time

[ Tony ] STILL NOT ANSWERING MY QUESTION NAT

Natasha smiled down at the messages coming through on her phone, pulling you into her side so that you could see the messages for yourself, Natasha having a sinking suspicion that you wouldn’t have believed her if you didn't read them herself anyway. Your skin was on fire with the remnants of a persistent blush, and it only got hotter as you read what Tony and Steve had to say. You subconsciously dug your face into Natasha’s neck, letting out a sweet embarrassed whine.

[ Bucky ] Doll deserves an ice cream date, but only if we get to hear all the details not a second after you return home

You whined again, your hot breath tickling Natasha’s skin. If your mates had this effect on you when they were miles away and not even really talking to you, you knew that you were screwed to ever live another day without blushing. Natasha laughed, looping her arm tighter around your waist.

[ Natasha ] Said Omega is reading these over my shoulder. You’ve made our girl a blushing mess, FYI

Natasha’s chest trembles with laughter, feeling you huff against her neck, attempting to be mad as you dig the tips of your fingers into Natasha’s side, but all your teasingly bratty actions do is make Natasha feel like her heart is about to burst with love and admiration. For the very first time, Natasha feels completely complete and content.

“I have to be back in the area tomorrow for a meeting. I don’t want to rush into anything, but would you be up for meeting another one of our mates? Just one, we’d never want to overwhelm your pretty little head.” Natasha enlightens, tucking her phone away for the time being. She hadn’t planned on asking you until after she’d bought you ice cream and brought you home, but Natasha had a feeling you wouldn't mind.

“R-Really? I can see you again tomorrow?” The girl was in shock at Natasha’s invitation. Every nerve in your body was on fire and the skin of your soulmarks burned beautifully. Your soft hand instinctively fell down onto where the ballet slipper soulmark lay, which subsequently made Natasha’s breath hitched. God was she falling fast.

“You can see me whenever you want, dorogoy.” Natasha promised, cupping your jaw. The both of you were so close that they could feel the other exhale, and Natasha almost melted at the scent radiating off of you. She smelled sweet, like vanilla and strawberries, but a hint of rain on a spring morning was added as well. Natasha was easily addicted. All she wanted was to dig her nose into the Omega’s scent gland and memorize it; mark it. “But, I need an answer. Would you like to do that tomorrow, sweetheart?”

You nodded, your brown eyes glazing over in a beautiful submissive trance. Natasha hummed, raising an eyebrow at the blissed out Omega becoming putty in her hands. “Words, Y/N.”

“What?” You frowned before realizing what Natasha was asking, and the tips of your ears burned a dangerous shade of red. God would Tony have fun taunting you if you were always this responsive. “O-Oh, right. I would like to see you tomorrow, Natasha.” You didn’t want to see the look on Natasha’s face, your belly burning with anxiety and embarrassment at being so vulnerable despite Natasha initiating the situation, so your eyes danced along the surroundings around you.

Natasha giggled, dropping her hands from your face and again grabbing your hand. She didn’t want to lose her already floaty headed Omega in the sea of people rushing home from office jobs. You didn’t seem to mind either, taking the hand that Natasha held in her empty one and playing with her rings. Natasha’s heart was sure to burst if you kept making her stumble over her breaths with your cuteness. God, her mates really did have it out for her most days.

When they got to the small shop just around the corner from your apartment, and after Natasha opened the door for you, you melted into the superheroes side timidly. Every instinct in Natasha’s body (romantic, Alpha, dominant, maternal) burned horribly, screaming at her to protect the Omega in her arms at any and all costs. God you proving to be the sweetest girl she’d ever come across. She’d have heart problems by fifty if you kept it up like this.

“Sorry.” You whimpered, pulling away from Natasha’s side when you realized just how close to the older women you had gotten. You didn’t have to apologize, but you didn’t give Natasha any chance to tell you that before you was nervously rambling. “A-After an attack I get overstimulated a-and it’s loud in here.” You blushed profusely, wishing that you could take your words back when Natasha’s expression melted into one of regret. “It’s not your fault, I’m sorry. It’s stupid. I’m okay.”

“Honey, you never have to apologize for something out of your control. Do you hear me?” You nodded, fiddling with the clasp on Natasha’s thin chain bracelet, trying to distract yourself from the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Good. You can drop your walls, sweetheart. Nothing you do could ever push me away. I know you can’t trust that just yet, but I hope I can prove it to you soon, okay? We’re going to go at your pace, dorogoy.”

“My pace?” You whispered, meeting Natasha’s eye for the first time since the infirmary. You melted at the comforting expression in her green eyes, not a trace of annoyance or judgment in her stare.

“Your pace.” Natasha confirmed, beginning to lead You towards the counter where an array of ice cream flavors was displayed. Natasha knows what she wants, and it isn’t served in those white plastic containers, but she doesn’t want to sway your decision. She has an inkling that your easily persuaded. “What’s your favorite, sweetheart?”

You look at the flavors. In truth, you aren’t crazy about ice cream, you much prefer a tropical fruit smoothie, but they’re expensive and her favorite little hole-in-the-wall cafe relocated farther into Times Square and truthfully, you couldn’t be bothered to make the trip as often anymore. That was probably good for your bank account, but not so much for your late night cravings.

“Strawberry.” You contemplated telling her the rest of your typical order. When you were younger, your siblings had tormented the hell out of you for liking what you did, and you weren’t fond of being made fun of, but Natasha had promised so many times not to do that. Natasha had promised so many times that she would be different, so you continued. “With peanut butter sauce and hot fudge.”

Natasha quirked an eyebrow, and for a second you thought that she was going to quip back at you about the disgusting combination of peanut butter and strawberries, but instead she smiled fondly. “Bucky likes peanut butter and strawberries. He’ll sneak out of bed sometimes if he can’t fall back to sleep and make peanut butter and strawberry sandwiches.”

“My mom used to make them for me. Not a sandwich, but when I was having a hard day, she would just up strawberries with some peanut butter. My brothers made fun of it more than they didn’t.” You enlightened, your eyes shining as she looked up at Natasha. God, all the assassin wanted to do was squeeze you until you popped.

“Well, I think Bucky would enjoy your company with his strawberry sandwiches. Don’t tell him I told you, but I know he gets lonely watching the sunrise alone with his snack.”

Natasha ordered for you at the counter, not even giving you a chance to worry about if you were going to have to do it yourself or not, which effectively made your knees weak, and you had squeezed Natasha’s hand in thanks. Your blush doubled when Natasha ordered a double scoop of ice cream, adding a soft whisper of praise in your ear after the employee had turned away, which hadn’t gone unnoticed. The whispered praise had been along the lines of how you’d been nothing but a good girl all day for Natasha, and you deserve the reward.

You ended up back at your apartment entirely too soon, and the pout written across your lips told Natasha that you thought as much.

“It’s just until tomorrow, sweetheart.” Natasha giggled, enjoying the sight of her pouty Omega in the dim hallway lighting. It made your eyes glow a color similar to gold. She’d never seen a shade of brown like the color of your eyes.

“Tomorrow is a far ways away.” You reminded, pulling at the hem of your soft colored shirt visibly upset. You didn’t want to seem clingy, but you’d been waiting so long to finally meet your pack, and as overwhelming as it had been and still was, Natasha was already so well versed at helping you feel safe and loved. You didn’t want to lose that for so many hours.

Natasha smiled fondly, wishing she could stay the night but she knew she couldn’t. They had just met. You were overwhelmed and overtired, and she was sure that come the morning you would be glad that you were alone in the safety and private space to understand and come to terms with all that’s happened today. “Y/N, sweetheart. I promise, first thing tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be out here waiting. Okay? No later than 1 o’clock. Go inside, get ready for bed, and think about today, okay? I want that pretty little head of yours asleep as soon as possible, you’ve had a long day.” The gentle instruction made you want to melt into the floor, your body itching to follow Natasha’s instruction and make her proud.

“You’ll sleep soon too?” You fret, and Natasha couldn’t help herself from audibly cooing at the well-intended innocent worry from her Omega.

“As soon as I tell the boys, I’ll be asleep, dorogoy.” Natasha didn’t need to tell you that she probably wouldn’t head to bed until some time after midnight, but the worried little Omega didn’t need to worry her head off about that all night, so she left it out. “Tomorrow at 1.”

“Tomorrow at 1.” You repeated, stepping into her apartment and closing the door when Natasha nodded at her one last time. Your heart was fluttering in your belly as you did as she told you to do and got ready for bed. You were asleep and dreaming about tomorrow afternoon before Natasha had even gotten home to the tower.

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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Avengers x reader

Sheltered

(Alpha / Omega au if you don't like that there's the door brittany)

Being the only Omega in the Avengers wasn't exactly easy.

They were very overprotective of you, and you had to pretty much fight to just go on simple missions.

You were on the couch sketching randomly before Steve came up to you and sat in front of you.

You could tell by the way he sat (and smelt) that he was about to give you an order.

You placed your sketchbook down and looked at him.

"Steve?" You whispered, you were a little scared.

"I let you know a few weeks ago that Loki and Thor would be coming here." Steve said as you nodded.

"I know I can trust you, sweetheart. But, I don't know if I can trust them. They know about you and they're both Alpha's, but Asgardian Alpha's might be a bit different. I need you to stay away from them while we get them settled in and then when we can introduce you safely, we will." Steve said as you looked away a bit.

You hated feeling like a dog.

"Y/N, are you listening?" Steve asked as you looked back up and nodded.

"Yeah, I'll stay away from them." You replied as Steve smiled a little.

"Good girl." Steve said making you smile as well.

Two days passed and it was time for Thor and Loki to arrive.

Tony and Steve were a bit paranoid, so they kept you in your room for now.

You felt bored, but you knew better than to disobey orders.

"Friday, can you call Bucky here?" You asked, laying on your bed.

"He's on his way, Miss." Friday responded as you turned the TV on and set up a video game.

At least Bucky could keep you entertained.

You knew he'd want an excuse to get away, anyway.

After a few minutes, your door opened and you looked up to see Bucky.

"Thanks for getting me outta there." Bucky said making you chuckle.

"I'm losing my mind up here." You muttered as Bucky sat beside you on the bed.

He grabbed the spare controller as you both started to play games.

After an hour, your door opened again and you saw Steve.

"I brought some dinner up, Buck are you going to join us downstairs?" Steve asked as Bucky groaned.

"No, I'd much rather stay here." He said making Steve chuckle.

He handed you a plate of food.

"Fine, you can stay up here." Steve said before leaving.

"Hey, Y/N." Bucky asked as he began eating off your plate, making you chuckle.

"Yeah?" You asked as he paused and stared down at the plate.

"What's it like being an Omega?" He asked as you looked at him in confusion.

He'd never asked anything like that before.

"Oh, well I guess it's not that bad." You muttered as Bucky looked at you.

"Really?" He asked before you chuckled dryily.

"No, it sucks. Coming of age and realising you're just going to be used for fucking and breeding." You muttered, making Bucky look at you sadly.

"I just see the way the others treat you, it doesn't seem normal." He said before you looked back at him.

"Well, it's the best I can ask for I guess. If Steve hadn't have found me before my first heat... I don't know what would've happened." You muttered.

"Do you ever get scared of us alphas in the tower?" Bucky asked as you leant your head on his shoulder.

"I don't get scared of you. But, some of the others I do." You whispered, you'd never admitted it to anyone before.

"When Steve uses his alpha voice to make me listen, it makes me scared. Because my mind automatically obeys. Sometimes I wish I just woke up in a universe where there wasn't any of this crap. Everyone was just..." You trialled off as Bucky held onto your hand.

"Equal?" He asked making you chuckle.

"Yeah, exactly."

You woke up in the morning and saw your door opened, you assumed it was fine to go out now.

You put on some clothes and made your way downstairs.

You were about to go to the kitchen before you bumped into someone.

You looked up to see Loki and panicked.

"I'm sorry!" You shouted, you were about to run away before he stopped you.

"Wait! It's okay. You don't need to worry." He said as you stared at him in fear.

"Steve doesn't want me around you." You whispered as he smiled a little.

"Well, he's not around. And you have my word that I won't hurt you. I think Alpha's and Omega's are a bit different here than in Asgard." He said as you looked at him.

"How do you mean?" You asked as he smiled a little.

"Well, for one everyone is equal. Whether you're Alpha or Omega, you're treated the same and have a choice. I've noticed here that Omegas don't have a choice." Loki said as you looked down at the floor.

"Oh, um well it's not that bad at all. I get treated well. And I shouldn't be talking about you." You muttered as Loki smirked and tilted his head.

"So, you said it's not that bad but you're also not allowed to talk to me? Do you always follow their rules?" He asked as your breathing picked up.

"No, I just..." You whispered as he stepped forward and ran his finger over your cheek.

"You don't need to be so afraid." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"Please, you need to stay away from me." You whispered, you felt comfortable around him, and safe.

You didn't feel like that around many other Alpha's.

"Y/N!" You heard a voice shout as you quickly backed away.

You looked up to see Steve, Loki could see how scared you were.

"What's going on here?" Steve growled as you tried to find the right words.

"I was introducing myself to your team mate." Loki said, still smiling.

"I thought we went over this." Steve said to Loki as he chuckled.

"We did, but excuse me for not agreeing with the way you treat this young lady." Loki said as you looked at him in shock.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I was just hungry." You whispered as Steve looked at you.

"Back to your room, now." He said as you nodded and quickly ran away.

"There's certain rules to you staying here, Loki. I expect you to follow them." Steve said as Loki looked at him.

"I'm not like you human alpha's, I can control myself around an Omega. I wouldn't say the same for you. But, I'll follow your rules since I'm under your roof. I apologise for disobeying." Loki said as Steve sighed and nodded.

"I'm just trying to keep her safe."

You sat in your room, trying your best to stay calm.

You heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky.

"Hey, I heard Steve yelling and you and Loki. Are you okay?" Bucky asked as he sat down beside you.

"Yeah, I was hungry so I wanted to get food and my door was open. But, I accidentally ran into Loki." You explained as Bucky nodded and rubbed your back.

"It sounds like a simple mistake, darling. Steve will understand." Bucky reassured you as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I'm scared." You whispered before Bucky wrapped his arms around you.

"Shh, you don't need to be afraid of Steve. He won't hurt you, I'll stay right here with you, even if he asks me to leave." Bucky said as you nodded a little.

After a few minutes Steve entered and you tensed up.

"Buck, I need to talk to Y/N alone." Steve said, leaning against the doorway.

Bucky held onto your hand and stayed seated.

"I'm not leaving, Y/N is scared and I want her to be comfortable." Bucky said as Steve looked at you in shock.

"Y/N." He whispered before sitting on the other side of you.

"You're afraid of me?" He asked as you nodded a bit.

"I didn't mean to run into Loki." You whispered as he sighed.

"Maybe he was right. I get so blinded trying to protect you, that I don't realise I'm treating you badly. I just panic when there's another alpha around and I want to protect you. But, I shouldn't lock you away or keep you from missions." Steve whispered as you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll try to be better." Steve continued.

"Really?" You whispered as Steve leant forward and kissed your forehead.

"Yes, love. And I'm going to trust Bucky to punch me anytime I go overboard." Steve said making you chuckle.

"Don't have to ask me twice."

#Mcu #Marvel #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Tony stark #Alpha omega #Loki

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