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mlm-writer · 3 years

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Rutterly Filled (Omega!Wei Wuxian x Alpha!Male!Reader)

Pairing: Omega!Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying (The Untamed ver.) x Alpha!Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 3416 POV: Second Summary: You have not had a rut ever since you have been captures with the other Wens. Now things are going well on Burial Mounds, your body decides it is time. Unfortunately, your prolonged period of being rutless meant your next one was going to be extreme. Fortunately, the Yiling Patriarch is secretly an omega and you two have been flirting ever since you met. Notes: This is 200% self-indulgent. I saw the twink, I fell in love, I wanted to wreck him. Do I need an excuse? Tags: Omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, ruts, idiots in love, being in a relationship without realising it, reader is a himbo, loss of control, magical restraints, breeding, knotting, multiple orgasms, does Wei Ying have a dick and a pussy or a dick and an ass? up to you!, self-lubrication, fingering, blowjobs, facials, handjobs, gēge kink and fuck or die

There was no qi flowing anywhere. The only thing that filled your ‘internal stream’ was utter rage. “I told Wen Qing this would not work without a golden core!” You exclaimed as you got up and started stomping around. The alpha pheromones were rolling off you in waves and you were low key glad you were the only alpha present on Burial Mounds or you would have started a fight the second you caught a whiff of any other alpha.

“It was still worth a try. I do not think there is a way to stop your rut now.” You stomped around Wen Qing. You did not want to lash out at her. Were it not for her concoctions, you would have gone into rut a few days ago without a backup plan at all. Your hands clenched and unclenched at your sides. “There is one thing I have not yet told you.” You let out a grunt, indicating you were listening. “Wei Wuxian is an omega and has offered to help you through your rut.”

You stilled for a second. The Yiling Patriarch was an omega. It only took a second for you to process. Wei Wuxian was not known to adhere to any stereotype or standard. It was not crazy to think that the Yiling Patriarch, a figure that induced fear and hate in many cultivators, was a fragile omega. He may carry himself around like a big figure, but truth to be told, he was skinny like a twig and if he was not such a good fighter, anyone could snap him in half. It all made sense, it was not a crazy thought.

“Master Wei has saved my life. I am already indebted to him. I will wait out my rut in the tent Wen Ning set up in the woods.” You were already walking to the door of Wen Qing’s humble hut, but she stood in your way. Sometimes you suspected her of being an alpha as well. One never knew, when cultivators could just simply suppress their second gender, making them all appear like betas.

“You have not had a rut in a long while due to the poor conditions we have been under. Your first rut in a while may be much more intense than you are used to.” You clenched your fist, digging your nails into the palm on your hand. Your eye twitched. “Wei Wuxian can defend himself against you, should there be any need. He is also the only omega on the whole mountain. His only condition is that you do not mark him.” You violently shook your head before you could agree to it. The man was the prettiest boy you had ever laid eyes upon and while you two had been flirting, you had not yet confessed that every flirty word you shot his way was truthful. The thing between you two, unnamed and not yet romantic, was too good to risk.

You walked away from the door, before you were going to physically lash out at Wen Qing. “I will not take advantage of master Wei. I owe him too much already.”

“Your excuses are so weak, I’m starting to think that you don’t think I’m attractive.” Your whole body whipped to the door, where the omega in question had appeared with a pout on his face that made you want to kiss him. His lips were pink and glistening. They looked so full and soft. Wen Qing told him to get out, but you already caught a whiff of the omega scent you had never noticed on him before. Before you had any control of your tongue, you had agreed to spending your rut with Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch. Want bubbled up from deep within you. There was no way back now.

You followed him and his scent like a blind puppy, as he let you between trees to a tent Wen Ning had set up earlier in case you could not suppress your rut. You saw the dark red fabric in the distance, when suddenly you were caged against a tree by Wei Wuxian. “Scent me,” he whispered into your face and he did not need to say it twice. You rubbed your nose all over his neck and down to where it met his shoulder. You took deep breaths, letting your lungs fill with the sweet and spicy scent that you from now on would know as Wei Wuxian. You didn’t know how long you were rubbing yourself on him and smelling him, but after a while, the fog of alpha hormones cleared and you had a bit more grip on what was going on and what was about to happen. “Better?” Wei Wuxian giggled as he rested against you. You held him close and slowly breathed in his scent.

After a few slow breaths, you nodded and took his hand to drag him to the tent. It was big enough that you two could stand inside and there were supplies inside, mostly food and water, but also extra robes. You didn’t hear the sound of a lake behind the tent, as you dragged Wei Wuxian inside and pushed him down onto the straw mat on the ground. You crawled on top of him, but as your eyes met his, you were awfully aware of how you were acting. “Sorry, maybe we should talk about what I can and cannot do, before I lose all my patience.” Wei Wuxian laughed and shifted so you two were sitting on the straw mat, facing one another. His robes had fallen open a little and the sight of his chest threatened another frenzy to make itself known.

“You can do anything, but try not to claim me. It is a little early in our relationship for that.” You almost choked on your own saliva and started coughing. Wei Wuxian handed you a waterskin, but you needed a solid minute, before you had enough breath to actually attempt drinking anything.

“I’m sorry, but… relationship?” You watched Wei Wuxian through teary eyes from your coughing fit. He seemed to turn red in an instant, his face now matching the ribbon in his beautiful silk black hair.

“Yes? I mean I thought… we always flirt? And we drink together and you sometimes feed me at dinner? We also cuddled when we were drunk? I know we never talked about it, but we are in a relationship or something… right?” You stared at him, a little dumbfounded. He did not lie; those things happened. You just took all those things for things Wei Wuxian would do with anyone.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” you immediately regretted your words as you could see Wei Wuxian’s heart breaking all over his face, “but! But! But!” He looked at you, hopeful in a way that seemed plainly desperate. “I want it to be that way! I just didn’t realise what we were, but I want to be…” There was a flare of hormones and you shuffled forward to bury your nose against Wei Wuxian’s scent gland. “I want you, even when my rut is over, but also now. Right now.” A slight shift and you noticed you were hard between your legs.

Wei Wuxian might have noticed it too through your robes, because he was shoving at your clothes. You stood up, ripping everything off in a hurry and grabbing Wei Wuxian by his ponytail. You pulled at it until his lips were around your hard cock. You let out a moan of relief, as he immediately started sucking on the length. He resisted when you tried to get him to swallow more of you. Wei Wuxian only took the tip, but with the way he was sucking and licking, it was enough for now. You threw your head back, grunting into the air, while Wei Wuxian sucked you off. His tongue cupped the head of your cock and played with the ridge between the head and the rest of your length. The wet sounds of his mouth seemed so loud in the small space. Before he even took more of you in his mouth, you grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. Wei Wuxian took the hint and with a wet pop he pulled his mouth off your cock. You would have protested, were it not for the hand on your hard length.

The cultivator squeezed the knot at the base of your cock, everytime his hand was at the bottom of your length. You looked down at him, seeing him with his tongue out, a smile hinting behind that lewd expression, cheeks a beautiful rosy colour that matched his spit-glistened lips. You let out a groan and kept a firm grip on his shoulder. Ropes of cum spilled from your cock. Wei Wuxian’s face, hair and robes were painted white with your seed. When he finally let go of your cock, your face heated up at the sight of him. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal swimmed inside your belly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered out of breath, but Wei Wuxian just smiled at you and started taking his soiled robes off, wiping himself off with a sleeve. When he was mostly clean off your cum, he laid himself down on the straw mat, completely naked and stretched out like a meal for you to devour.

“Don’t apologise, I want this too,” he confessed with flushed skin and a hard omega dick twitching between his legs. You kneeled down and hoisted his legs onto your shoulders. Your tongue automatically fell from your lips at the scent of omega slick filling your nostrils. Lapping up the slick that had escaped his wet hole and trickled down his thighs, drew a gasp from Wei Wuxian’s lips. “Don’t tease me.”

You huffed out a laugh at the annoyance in his voice. “Or else? Will the Yiling Patriarch haunt me like a ghost and eat me?” You didn’t let Wei Wuxian reply. You held him up with one hand and pushed your tongue inside, the other hand touching his cock. The omega mewled and moaned as if he was putting on a show for you. Maybe he was. When was Wei Wuxian not making a scene? “Wei Wuxian sounds so perfect,” you growled as you licked the slick off your lips.

“If you are going to knot me until I can’t walk, at least call me Wei Ying,” the demonic cultivator huffed, his eyes ravishing your body. You smiled as you put his legs around your waist and lined your cock up with his wet hole.

“Wei Ying is perfect.” And with those words, you slid into his heat. Wei Ying gasped as he stretched around your thick alpha cock, the slick making the slide easier, but he was not in heat. You got halfway, before the resistance became too much. “Wei Ying needs to relax,” you grunted as you rutted inside him, micromovements trying to make further entrance possible.

“You’re too big,” he complained, hands on your arms and squeezing your biceps. You leaned down and caught his lips in a biting kiss. Soft, pink lips turned red under your onslaught. A hand made its way to his throat and he gasped deliciously against your wet lips. Wei Ying squirmed and gasped for breath as you frantically fucked his hole open until you were slipping in deeper. “So big, too big, I’m going to tear in two!”

You would be more concerned for him, were it nog for the thick cloud of alpha hormones clouding your judgement. Instead of sounding fearful, Wei Ying’s voice fuelled the fantasy of a helpless omega at your mercy. “Pretty omegas like you can handle this,” you growled in a voice no one woud have recognised as your own. Both hands landed on Wei Ying’s hips and you sat up, so you could thrust inside him with vigour.

Wei Ying’s voice would have been audible from miles away as he screamed mostly in pain. Coherent thoughts had long left your mind and all that was left was ‘mark’, ‘claim’, ‘fuck’, ‘knot’ and ‘breed’. Pleasure was all on your mind as you closed your eyes to fully enjoy the stretch of Wei Ying’s walls around your cock. That was until you found yourself unable to move. “No! No! No!” You growled as Wei Ying slid off your cock. He pushed you onto your knees and sat down across from you.

“I’m sorry, alpha, but don’t worry I will not leave you like this,” he croaked out as he struggled with sitting down comfortably. His chest rose and fell in deep, but ragged breaths. You now noticed the redness around his eyes and the wetness on his cheeks. Worry paved a little clarity in the lustful fog dominating your head.

“Cruel bastard,” you found yourself snarling back, in spite of the seed of worry Wei Ying’s image planted deep inside you. Before even the last syllable left your lips, Wei Ying had his hand tight around your cock and stroked, drawing a guttural groan from you. “That’s not enough, I need more,” you breathed out at the torture that was the grip of Wei Ying’s hand. It felt good, but his omega hole had felt so much better.

“And I need more preparation, I am not in heat,” Wei Ying huffed back as he reached behind himself. You could hear the wet squelch of him fingering himself and it drove you into a frenzy. You demanded being released, so you could once more claim your omega, but Wei Ying did not release you. He let you cum with his hand. Once he needed a better angle to shove more fingers inside, he switched his hand for his mouth, so he could support himself with one hand while he tried to shove his whole fist inside. His mouth felt better than his hand, but you already had had a taste of paradise and this was not it.

“You’re open enough, please, I feel like I’ll die,” you whined, shortly after you covered Wei Ying in your fourth load. No matter how often you came, it would not be enough until you knotted the omega in front of you. Wei Ying seemed to take mercy on you and he turned around. Wei Ying lowered himself onto your cock. The mercy got you moaning. You could see where you entered him as he bounced on your cock, his hole gripping your length visibly. “Yes, you feel so good omega,” you moaned as he rode your fat length. “Release me and I’ll pound you so good. I will knot you and fill you with my cum and then pound you again.” Wei Ying gasped, a hand moving to his cock to stroke it. The smell of his slick as it dripped down your cock was intoxicating.

“Gēge, you talk so indecently when you’re in a rut.” You wanted to pin him down and fuck him so bad when he called you ‘gēge’ and Wei Ying seemed to know. The glint in his eyes as he shot you a look over his shoulder was quite telling. “But I’m afraid gēge will break me if I release him. Gēge is such a strong alpha and I’m just a frail omega,” he spoke dramatically, knowing fully well he was far from a frail omega. His words would have made you cringe were it not for the fact you were in a full-on rut. The idea, the thought, the image of him being so fragile and breakable and at your mercy suddenly got something flowing in you. The feeling was unfamiliar, as was the strength it brought.

You had no mind to think about it, but enough instinct to use it. With this new-found energy, you broke yourself free from whatever was holding you in place and grabbed Wei Ying by the back of his neck. A hard shove and Wei Ying was face down, ass up on the ground with your cock plunging into his wet hole. “Maybe they are right, the Yiling Patriarch is cruel,” you drew a loud moan from the man below you with a hard thrust, “and evil.”

Wei Ying did not move from where you had him. Instead, he took your punishing pace with the prettiest moans you ever had the honour of hearing. His voice filled the tent with a symphony of pleasure, which only grew louder when you pressed inside and your knot slipped in. Wei Ying screamed in pleasure and pain as you slotted the two of you together and filled him up with your hot seed.

Still, it was not enough. He was beautiful, had the most breedable body you ever laid eyes upon. How could it be enough to only fill his slick hole once?You only stilled for a minute inside of him, before you pulled out until the knot pulled painfully at the inside of his rim. Then, you pushed back inside, as deep as you could go. Wei Ying whined as you fucked him like that, the knot dragging against his walls and drawing out the melody of pain mixed with pleasure. He moaned and screamed about how he was stretched to the limit, but there was no urgency in his voice this time.

Everything was a blur from there. Somewhere between rutting inside him and fucking him with your knot, Wei Ying had gone near-silent. His ass had become so open that your knot no longer served its purpose of keeping you inside as you spilled your seed. You didn’t know how many rounds you went, how often you filled the Yiling Patriarch with your load or how often the omega came himself. In one final mind-blurring explosion of pleasure, you passed out. Whether it was on top of him or if you managed to fall beside him was out of your control.

When you woke up, however, you found Wei Ying on top of you. The smell of sex still hung heavy in the air, mixed with pheromones, both alpha and omega. A groan left your dry throat as you lifted your head to take a look at the man to whom you were indebted with your life, twice. He looked like he was not going to wake up for another 100 years. You tried to brush the hair out of his face, but your fingers got tangled in the silk black strands. Guilt filled your heart at the sight of bruises on his hips and sides. A respectful look down revealed there was still cum dripping out of his hole.

You untangled yourself from him. It took you a good hour to get Wei Ying cleaned up and placed on a clean towel; the straw mat was completely ruined. You had him on his side, still sleeping peacefully, while you tried to comb the tangles carefully out of his hair. You were almost done when you noticed him stir. “Wei Ying?” You called out softly, hand shooting for the waterskin. You held it to his lips. “Don’t move; drink first.” To your surprise, he obeyed. He tried to sit up, but winced. You took the hint and helped him sit on your lap, the gap between your legs perfect for his ass to rest between with no pressure on it. “I’m sorry. I lost control.”

Wei Ying blinked at you and then reached for the jar of wine in the corner. You chuckled and handed it to him, still cradling him close. He took a few gulps, before speaking up. “I thought I would die,” he pouted in a somewhat playful way that gave you conflicted emotions about his words. “Gēge, you were such a monster. Next time, I will use a stronger talisman to keep you down.”

You inhaled sharply. ‘Next time’, he had said. You licked your dry lips and nodded, agreeing with him. A signature smile painted the omegas lips, before he snuggled closer to you. “Gege is adorable when he is worried about me. I’ll be fine, I swear. Just don’t make me do anything for a few days.” You let out an empty laugh, relieved and still worried. Another nod as you put a hand on his head, holding it close to your shoulder. You twisted your head, placing a kiss upon Wei Ying’s temple. He hummed happily and closed his eyes.

“Wei Ying! You need to eat before you go back to sleep!”

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nightscissor · 2 years

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The Bad Batch

Love Languages HC

Part One: Wrecker

so we can all just casually imagine ourselves with our sweet gentle giant!! this is mostly fluffy with a hint of spice because we all know he’s touch starved and a tiiiiiny bit horny. but i promise this is sfw!

(this is my first fic to make it out of my drafts since the infamous and horrifying john laurens x alexander hamilton modern college au wattpad incident of my questionable middle school self LOLZ so i suppose even if this isn’t fantastic, it can’t get worse than that ahdjsjsjak)

warnings: two slight sexual references (minors no thank u) but let me know if i missed anything else i should tag for!

length: idk how to check word count yet, but short i think :3

Our big boy is totally physical touch and quality time, I mean, we see how he shows his brotherly support for Omega by hanging out with her and carrying her on his shoulders! He also likes to give his brothers loving shoves and pats on the back, so that translates to your relationship with him, but of course in a romantic context instead!

Cuddling is undeniably Wrecker’s favorite, he loves to hold his Lula, but he loves to hold you way, way more. Wrecker especially loves wrapping you up in his strong arms while spooning you, and he likes to run his big hands over your body because you’re just so cute and little compared to him! Remember, it doesn’t matter what size you are, you’ll always be tiny compared to Wrecker, and he is absolutely obsessed.

Another favorite of Wrecker’s is having you lie on top of him with your legs on either side of his hips and your head on his chest. He never has any trouble breathing or moving since he’s so incredibly strong and you weigh practically nothing to him, and his big heart just melts when you nuzzle your face into him. The only problem with cuddling is that he’ll often wake up with his little “friend” showing how much he loves you, but that’s a story for another day.

If you’re hanging out with the whole group, Wrecker makes a point to sit as close to you as physically possible and will try to be touching you in some way, even though he knows he’ll be teased relentlessly by his brothers for it. At 79s, he keeps an arm slung around your shoulders and pats or rubs your back if you take a particularly strong shot.

He even tries to keep you sitting in his lap at all times on the Havoc Marauder, although when you (frequently) have to brace for a crash landing, Tech insists you strap in separately for safety’s sake. Wrecker would rather keep you close to him to keep you safe himself, but if sitting separately is what it takes to ensure you won’t be hurt, he begrudgingly obliges.

Wrecker would love to spend alone time with you to show you his explosives and he always makes time to work out together. Working out with Wrecker means lots of big smiles and pats on the back of encouragement. He always makes sure to spot you when you’re lifting and although he’d never tell you this for fear of making you feel uncomfortable or objectified, his favorite is when you’re doing squats or deadlifts with him spotting. Nothing gets this man going like seeing his crush/partner being strong, and as someone with a total ass preference, he secretly likes to watch you when you’re building those glutes.

On the off chance that something does go wrong with some heavy weights and you need his help, Wrecker notices instantly and uses one hand to grab the bar from you and the other on your lower back to stabilize your body so you don’t fall and hurt yourself. He sets the weights down and picks you up to cary you to a good place to sit so you can take a breather and hydrate. And even though you’re both sweaty and a little stinky, Wrecker likes to keep you in his lap or at least keep his hands on you because you startled the big sweet boy and he just wants to make sure you’re alright.

The best way to show Wrecker how much you love him back is to reciprocate his affectionate touches and to set aside time to spend alone with him.

Wrecker absolutely melts when you hold his hand, his favorite is when you hold onto his index and middle fingers while he wraps his huge hand around your comparatively tiny one. He just loves the way your warm little hand fits within his own large one. He also likes knowing that you’re safe and sound right next to him when you’re walking.

After a long day, a hard mission, or an intense workout, Wrecker loves a nice massage. He’ll never ask for one, but when you offer he just can’t refuse. Your hands running along the expanse of his back and working out the knots in his muscles relaxes him more than anything and he’ll be nearly asleep before you’re done.

If you have some free time reserved and ask him to be the one to spend it with you, you’ll get to see Wrecker smile brighter than the stars as he enthusiastically accepts. Wrecker would do nothing or anything as long as it’s with you!

#the bad batch #star wars #star wars fanfic #tbh #wrecker bad batch #wrecker tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #i’m a lil nervy to post this since it’s my first fic on here!!!!! eeee wish me luck!

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mehbzz · 3 years

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FFXV A/B/O au 18+ includes fingering, yandere, controlling behaviour, alludes to forced breeding, depression, mentions of self harm, low self esteem/weight issues. F!reader/Ignis/Gladio

So this was going to be a pretty dark forced breeding kinda fic but my mood changed and it ended up being half the beginning of a forced breeding fic and half depressed reader suffering from a depressive episode. The change in my mood is very noticeable half way though and probably a little jarring so we shall pretend that the second half happens a month or two after the first half, when the topic of kids has been soothed over and temporarily forgotten! No proofreading, no beta.

EDIT- Just correcting a typo that was annoying me!

“….having children.”

“What??” You’d been spacing out, a mixture of the Eos version of antidepressants you were taking and the fact that this meeting with King Regis was more than a little boring. Or had been at least. The end of Regis’ sentence shocks you back into reality abruptly.

Ignis shushes you quietly and you look at him aghast, but he ignores you, focusing on the King.

“Apologies Your Majesty.” Regis briefly glances at you then back to Ignis, “She is your mate? Bonded?” “Yes Your Majesty, myself and Gladiolus.”

Regis looks back at you “And the nature of your relationship with my son is….?”

Ignis answers before you can, “She is companion to all pack members.”

“Can she speak for herself?” Your gaze flicks to Ignis and he nods. “Yes Your Majesty I can.” You feel foolish and more than a little embarrassed as your voice echoes in the hall.

“Your pack keeps you close, understandably so, although I have heard you do not have much freedom?” The King watches you, waiting for a reply you think but you’re not sure what to say. “She’s very quiet isn’t she?” It feels like a jab, and you look at Ignis for direction who looks uncomfortable. He shakes his head minutely so you bite your tongue. Regis sighs and you feel a little like you just missed an opportunity.

“I believe that as Pack Alpha and as The Prince of Lucis Noctis should have first breeding rights.”

Ignis freezes and you bite your tongue so hard you taste blood. Breeding rights?? “I am unsure if that is something Noctis –“

“It doesn't matter,” The King interrupts with a wave of his hand. “I let my son live as independently as possible, and have allowed him to start his own pack but having an omega is an opportunity to continue the Caelum line. An opportunity we may not see again and one that should not be denied.”

You feel incredibly taken off guard with this whole conversation. “You cannot be – “

Ignis grabs your hand and silences you with a tight squeeze of your fingers. You must be dreaming right? This is not truly happening. The floor feels like its tilting beneath you and you have to look down at your feet to make sure it’s not.

“I will let you discuss it with Noctis and within your pack but I hope you will not forget my opinion or interest in this matter.” Regis gazes at you for a few seconds. “Apologise to Noctis on my behalf, I will not be able to make our dinner this evening.”

Ignis bows and you reluctantly do the same. You feel dazed. Ignis tight grip on your hand doesn’t let up as you leave the throne room. He keeps giving you concerned glances out the corner of his eye as you walk back to your quarters, but it takes you until you’re walking down the corridor to your room that you shake yourself out of your stunned stupor enough to say anything.

“Did we just negotiate over which one of you gets to knock me up?” You ask incredulous. He doesn’t answer you but he frowns at your choice of words.

“Ignis, you – please tell me I just hallucinated that whole meeting.”

He sighs “we will need to discuss it.”

“You are not serious. The answer is no!” “It's an omegas role.” He snaps and you flinch, not used to Ignis’ anger.

“My apologies. If the King has taken an interest we will need to discuss it.” he repeats.

“He cant make me have children.”

Ignis hesitates barely a fraction of a second but it’s enough to send a pulse of terror through you that he immediately picks up on. he stops, turning towards you and cradling your face in his hands. “I nor the rest of your pack would force you into anything you didn’t want love.” He lets you go and takes your hands again. “However it is the future of the royal bloodline, it will be something we need to talk about seriously in the future, whether we want to or not.” “We do not! I don’t want kids Ignis!” He flinches and something dark flickers across his face as he looks at you. It’s gone before you can interpret it as he turns away, pulling you after him as he continues walking.

You feel tired. “I thought I was your mate,” you say sullenly “not Noctis’.” “You are, unfortunately it’s more complicated than that.” You think you should be more upset by this than you currently feel. The medication you were on was new and felt a lot stronger than the antidepressants you had been taking back home. It left you feeling a little more numb and placid than you think you would have been otherwise.

He stops outside your room and pulls you into a kiss. Moaning softly when you immediately respond. He’s purring, trying to comfort you and you give in to the calm emotions it provokes, not wanting to feel the disorientated confusion anymore.

He leans closer, pushing you into the wall and his hand tugs up your dress until your thighs are bare. “You did well talking to the King, I was proud of you.” His praise makes you shiver. You thought Gladio was the one with the high sex drive but as his fingers stroke up your thighs you think Ignis is just as bad. Although a little more polite and less aggressive about it perhaps.

You're both quiet as his fingers slip between your thighs and he rubs softly at your clit. He presses harder and increases his pace at your gentle sigh and you turn to bury your face into his neck as the pleasure builds. You’re panting into his neck and he has his face buried in your hair, you’re not sure why you feel like you have to be quiet but you do your best to hold back your moans. He’s saying nothing, breathing hard he slips his hand up, pressing onto your abdomen before dipping into your panties and sliding a gloved finger inside of you. He gives you no time to adjust before he starts fucking you, like he’s desperate to make you cum. His palm grinds against your clit as he adds another finger, your orgasm is building fast, and as he continues his ruthless pace you feel another kind of pressure building slowly low in your stomach. It makes you gasp out his name in mild alarm, “Sl-slow down, I’m gonna pee!” He nuzzles against your ear, his purr increasing in volume. “No you’re not love, just relax,” he nips at your ear, “Let go for me.” He curls his fingers, stroking your walls quickly in just the right way to have your back arching. It’s a quick hard orgasm that takes you by surprise and has your whole body jerking and shaking as you ride out the aftershocks, biting into his shoulder as you try to control your twitching muscles. He seems a little disappointed but he’s still purring quietly and it helps calm your racing pulse. “Good Girl” he slowly withdraws his hand and removes his gloves. Leaning around you to open your door he gives you another quick kiss. “Noctis will be disappointed about this evening, perhaps we should eat together?” Your legs feel shaky as you enter, Prompto is sat on your couch, watching what sounds like a musical and Gladio appears in front of you, pulling you into a kiss before you can even say hello. The kiss Gladio gives you is ravenous, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Both hands squeeze your ass as you try to pull away, conscious of the growing slick between your already wet thighs. “Gladio!” He chuckles at your breathless gasp and pulls away, letting you go. He slaps your ass hard as you walk away, almost crossing the line into genuinely painful but he only grins at your glare. You wince as you sit down next to Prompto and he gives you a sympathetic smile. He pats his knee “Lie down.”

Head resting in Prompto lap you half-heartedly watch the musical as he enthusiastically tells you the plot. You gaze flicks between the TV and Ignis and Gladio talking quietly by the door. You can’t make out what they’re saying but you have no doubt what they’re talking about. You’re still a little shook from your meeting with King Regis but you trust your pack to look after you. --------- “She looked to me for permission.” “hmm?” “When the King spoke to her. She looked to me before answering.” Gladio surprises him with a kiss to his cheek. “We trained her well.” “It’s not the way I wanted this topic brought up.” Ignis says after a few seconds and relaxes a little as Gladio strokes a hand down his back. “I didn’t realise that was what the King wished to discuss.” “Relax babe. We’ll do damage control, it’ll be fine.” Gladio watches Ignis expression closely, “She wasn’t happy with the idea I take it?” “She said No. Emphatically.” They both stand there quietly, watching you as you’re subjected to Prompto’s retelling of the film’s plot. “Accidents happen.” Gladio says quietly. Ignis frowns. “She’s on birth control and heat suppressants.” “You're in charge of her medication Iggy” Ignis finally looks at him, but says nothing. “Who can really tell one little pill from another?” Gladio shrugs. “Just saying.”

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“Noctis said you cancelled your plans with him today.” Ignis stands next to your bed watching you. He frowns slightly when you don’t respond, gently pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You push him away and he sits next to you on the mattress. He sits and waits watching you patiently until you give in and make eye contact with him. He's worried about you, it’s written clearly across his face and it makes you feel ill. You shrug. You're half expecting him to force you to go anyway.

“Bad day?”

You don't answer and snuggle deeper into your duvet.

“Love?”

“I'm fine,” It’s an automatic answer and a lie. “Just tired.” Not quite another lie but close enough. You are tired. Just not the type of tired that's going to be helped by the 12 hour nap you want to take. You try to force a smile but it feels awkward and it’s obviously not convincing from Ignis expression.

He sighs and cautiously shifts a little closer but you flinch away when he goes to stroke your hair. It's a dirty greasy mess and the thought of Ignis touching it fills you with disgust and embarrassment.

“Don’t.” His nostrils flare as he scents you and the surge of hatred for that invasion of privacy makes you feel physically sick. Nothing is ever just yours anymore.

“Talk to me love, I care about you.”

“Why?”

It's a choked sob and you angrily bite your lip in an effort to stop the tears.

“Because I love you.”

“Well you shouldn't.” It’s a snappy angry retort but he doesn’t flinch or pull away.

He reaches forward, gently brushing some of your hair away from your face. “Sit up.” You scowl but you do as he commands. He pulls your hair gently in to a ponytail, combing his finger slowly through it to ease the knots before tying it with a band.

“Have you eaten today?” You shake your head reluctantly. You hadn’t even got out of bed today let alone eaten or drunk anything. “Have you taken your medication?” His questions and attention are starting to irritate you. You just want to be left alone. “Love?” You shrug. You genuinely don’t remember. “I can take care of myself.” “Can you?” You don’t reply, annoyed at his patronizing, but probably correct assumption and instead lie back down and curl up into a tighter ball and try to ignore him. He sighs and entwines his fingers through yours despite your attempt to pull your hand away.

“I will go get you something to eat.”

You don’t want to eat but you want to be left alone so you nod. He looks almost sad, maybe disappointed and it feels you with a surge of guilt.

”Tell Noct I'm sorry”

“You have nothing to be sorry for love, but I will talk to him?”

It's a question and it surprises you for some reason.

You don't want him to know, it makes you feel pathetic. Ignis notices the way your thoughts have gone and links his fingers back through yours. “He'll understand.” He squeezes your hand on the last word and you look up at him. Noctis is the one most likely to understand you know that but it's still embarrassing.

“I won't tell him anything you don't want me to, just enough to ease his concerns.”

You nod reluctantly, but the thought that Noctis could genuinely be worried about you feels absurd. “Will you be safe on your own?” his gaze sweeps down your arm as he stands, you know what he’s looking for, what he’s thinking, and you feel irritated at yourself for having shared so much with him in the past. The frustration at his question is unfair, you know that but you still feel it.

“I’ll stay.” Gladio’s voice interrupts your reply. You watch with increasing exasperation as they talk quietly by the door, wishing they'd just go away before Ignis comes back to you. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore his intense gaze. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and entwines his fingers back through yours. You crack open an eye when he doesn’t move away. He looks so concerned about you that you find yourself crying before you can stop yourself. “I’m sorry.” It’s half choked half sobbed from your throat. “You don’t need to be sorry” he repeats. He makes no move to come closer and you feel grateful for that. You don’t think you can handle too much affection without breaking down completely.

“Why do you put up with me?” you whisper, voice cracking. “I don’t do anything, I can’t fight, I can’t help with hunts, I just do nothing. I’m a burden.” “Love.” he sighs. “You are not a burden.” He kisses your palm. “You are a part of our pack. Our omega. Our mate.” He kisses you. “We love you.” “Why?” you sniffle. You can’t wrap your head around it. He wipes away your tears with a sad smile, “Because I do, because it’s you.” You’ve fooled him somehow, tricked him into loving you. Your stomach twists painfully.

“I won’t be long.” “Ok.” It’s a weak feeble reply but he doesn’t pull away from you, instead waits until you let go of his hand. You watch him leave, expecting him to go and not return now he’s seen what you are truly like until Gladio steps in front, blocking your view.

He stands next to your bed, arms crossed as he looks down at you. “Can I?”

You hesitate in answering and he takes that as a yes.

“Move over,” he says expectantly. Pushing his way into your bed and nudging you gently with his elbow when you don’t move.

You feel guilty that he’s having to stay with you, the urge to make it up to him is strong. You hook your leg over his and slide your calf over this crotch. He grunts in surprise and grabs your leg. “Relax baby.”

“You don't want to?” You're not surprised really, you probably don't look or smell very attractive right now but it still hurts. Why would he stay if you can't give him what he wants?

“Always, but we're napping right now.”

You don't believe him, and even though you don't even want to have sex you still feel the sting of rejection. He notices and presses a kiss to your forehead. Grabbing your wrist he tugs your hand to his crotch. “I'm always half hard for you omega.” And he is. You curl your hand around the bulge in his pants and squeeze tightly. His hips jerk forward and he chuckles pulling your hand away to rest on his chest. “No, don’t be naughty.”

You slump down on his chest, somewhat sullenly, still a little sore from his rejection.

You lose yourself in Gladio’s presence for a while, his heart beat strong and steady in your ear. “Wanna talk?”

“No, just cuddle.”

“I can do that.” He tightens his grip around you, pulling you until you are practically on top of him.

The self hatred comes back and you tense. You try to pull back but he tightens his hold.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm –“ Was he really going to make you say it?

“I'm heavy.” You mumble it into his chest.

“What?”

“Aren't I too heavy?”

“No you’re perfect.” he slides his hands down your sides to your ass. “I love every inch of you,” he continues his movements, gripping your thighs. “You know how much Prompto goes on about these thighs? Gets me jealous with the amount of marks he leaves on them.”

You want to cry. He freezes as your breath hitches.

“We can work on it if it's something you really want baby.” He says it hesitantly, quietly, like he's scared of upsetting you further. Linking his fingers with yours he tugs your hand to rest over his heart.

You don’t know if it is something you want, you can’t separate the dark voice in your head from the logical one. But he’s listening to you. He’s not dismissing you, and he’s definitely not ignoring you and it makes the tears run freely again. Youre not worth such care. His free hand is still wandering, soothing strokes that start at the nape of your neck, swirl down your spine to your ass and dip just barely under the hem of your shirt. It’s a soft gentle caress and even when his hands slip a little higher under your shirt there’s nothing but love and tenderness in his touch. “You’re sexy and you’re smart,” he kisses your thumb, “funny, kind,” he makes his way along your fingers with each word, a kiss pressed to the tip of each one. “brave, and my favourite kind of brat.” he nips at your pinky with the last word, before moving onto your other hand. His hands still when he hears you sniff. ”Want me to stop?”

You bury your face into his chest to hide your tears. “Yes,” you hiccup “No.”

He squeezes you tighter and lets your hand drop, resuming his touch down your back.

“and I like you on top of me,” he says his voice dropping to a low whisper “I love watching you ride me.”

His horniness is predictable, and you smile into his neck, and although it doesn't last long it is a genuine smile.

“I felt that.”

You feel him relax underneath you, he’s not purring but you feel grateful for that.

You're still tired, still sad but the heavy dark emptiness in your chest lessens slightly as you lay there and listen to Gladio’s heartbeat. You feel like you can breathe a little easier. You turn on to your side away from him and all though he looks apprehensive he lets you go.

You shift and squirm until you are comfortable on your front and reach behind you to pull Gladio’s arm across your back. He goes willingly, only resisting when you try to drag him on top of you. “The weight feels good. Please? It makes me feel,-“ It’s hard to describe how it makes you feel exactly, “…safe.” You finish quietly. He opens his mouth to reply and you beat him to it. “No talking, just squish.” His amused huff rustles your hair but he does as he’s told, draping himself over you until your half wedged under him and wrapped tight in his arms.

“I lo-“ “Don’t” you interrupt him quickly, with a surge of panic. You can’t hear that right now. “I’m- I cant. Not now.” You’re pretty sure you’re not making sense, that he’s not going to understand. “Ok.” It's murmured against your hair, a simple acknowledgment but it makes you feel better. “Can I touch you?” You nod and he slips his warm hand under your shirt to rest across your ribs just under your breasts, holding you snugly against him. It still doesn't sit quite right. His affection, his obvious care, still feels alien, wrong, like it’s meant for someone else. The feeling that you’ve tricked them into caring about you and your depressed mood still linger, and probably will for a while. But you’ve been through this before, you’ve made it through this before, and with the sound of Gladio’s steady breathing in your ear as he holds you, the heavy emptiness in your chest lessens a little bit more.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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His butterfly

Summary: Dean claimed you - what will happen now?

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Omega!Jody x Omega!Donna

Characters: Sam Winchester, Ruby

Warnings: language, arguments, love-hate relationship, enemies to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, a not so cocky Dean this time, mentions of infidelity, mentions of the first time (nothing graphic), implied oral sex (fem rec)

Sequel to: Broken Butterfly

“Let me help you,” Dean opens the door to the bathroom for you, helps you step inside the showers, and rummages in his bag to find shower gel. “Sorry, I only got guys stuff.”

“Should do the job, shouldn’t it?” You snicker watching Dean hurry under the stream. He is adding some of his shower gel onto a washcloth to gently clean your body. Carefully Dean runs the fabric over your shoulder, glancing at the mark he left.

“Do you hate me now?” One arm wraps around your waist when he buries his face into your neck to lap at the still stinging bite mark.

“Don’t lap at the wound. We need to…,” Dean shushes you, sliding his tongue slowly over the wound, and oddly, the pain is gone.

“Let me, sweetheart. I know a few things about omegas, our bond, and dynamics. My salvia will help to heal the wound quicker.” You smile at his words, tilting your head to grant him better access. “You did not answer my question.”

“I don’t know how to feel about your claim, Dean. We were good together back then but now we fight all the time. Your words sting and the misogyny, I cannot live with that kind of man,” you answer honestly, sighing deeply at the mess Dean made.

“I…I said those things to rile you up, not to hurt,” unlike his usual cocky-self Dean grumbles behind you, still lapping at his claiming mark on your neck. “I would never do such a thing to you, Y/N. I wanted your attention.”

“Acting like an asshole is not the way to get an omega’s attention, Dean. Why didn’t you act like your brother?” Dean growls when you mention his brother, even presses his body closer to yours.

“You’re mine, not Sam’s,” possessively Dean purrs against your throat, lapping at his mark. “My omega, no one else’s. This butterfly is mine to keep.”

“Gosh, Dean. Stop acting all out.” You shiver at the feeling of his swelling cock against the crack of your ass. “I mean…Jesus you are hard again.”

“Can’t help it, ‘mega. Close to you, I feel like the young alpha, a pup.” He whines, nuzzling his cheek into your neck. “I never forgot about you or our first time. I was so nervous, but you guided me, even though, it was your first time too.”

“I was scared and nervous too,” you smile at the memory, slowly grinding against Dean’s swelling length. “You were gentle and careful, and so young. I loved the whines; you sounded like a puppy.”

“Back then, I was a puppy, sweetheart. You were the one turning me into a man, an alpha only for me to stray around and look for other omegas. I regret being a young and dumb alpha for years. I just didn’t know how to approach you after the break-up.”

Dean groans when you move your hand to the back of his neck, to bring him close enough for a messy kiss.

“I want to feel my alpha, now…” Your order lets a smirk appear on Dean’s lips and he knows – by claiming you he is in for a treat. “Dean, stop playing with the washcloth and satisfy your omega.”

“Son of a bitch, I claimed a brat,” you grin, pressing the palms of your hands against the tile wall. “Let me just prep you, butterfly.” Dean’s lips ghost along your shoulder and you wish there was more time for foreplay.

“Dean, we’ve got no time. In not half an hour we need to attend the meeting and explain why I have to…fuck me,” faster than you can blink Dean runs his fingers up and down your slit, moaning behind you at the slick coating his digits.

“Always so sweet for me,” his hand sprawls over your stomach, pressing you back against him. “Beautiful and feisty.” Nibbling at your earlobe he slips the tip in, listening to the tiny whimpers leaving your lips. “Soft and hard. Strong and so vulnerable sometimes.”

“D’…” He slides inside, holding your body against his when you start to tremble. “Feels so good, alpha.” You address him with his presentation, this time not to mock him but to tell him you accept your bond.

“You feel even better, Y/N. So tight but warm and wet,” you whine, hearing Dean’s praise. “You are made for me and I am made for you.” Open-mouthed he kisses your skin, moaning against you.

It is a deep growl leaving his chest when he starts to roll his hips bringing you out of your haze.

Dean takes his time, like the first time you were together. “God, you can’t knot me now, Dean. We got to…” He slides back out to turn you around, help you to sling your legs around him. “What?”

“I want to watch your face when you cum for me, omega,” his throaty purr let all resolve to give him hell melt away. His cock slide back inside and you are too far gone to care when screams erupt from your mouth, letting the alpha lose it too soon.

“Fuck, no…I need to bring you over the edge first,” one arm slung around your body Dean moves his hand between your bodies to flick your clit, slowly rocking his hips. “Please, baby. Need to feel you cum.”

“Dean, it’s fine,” you watch the alpha warily. His face flushed, eyebrow knit together he looks at your crotch, sighing deeply as he begins to soften. “It was nice, baby. I do not need to cum every time.”

“You have. I’ll make it happen…”

“We are going to be late…” Legs shaky from Dean’s assault you watch the alpha look up from between your legs. Chin plastered with your juices just like his plump and swollen lips he grins.

“I made it. Damn, look at the mess I made between your legs.” Proud Dean looks at the sheets underneath you. “Did it feel good?”

“Dean, stop fishing for compliments. I can’t feel my legs, so yes, it was damn good…” He nods, looking at your sex again.

“One day I want you to have my baby,” your eyes round at Dean’s confession but you remain silent. “I mean if you want some.”

“I never thought about having kids. Maybe I like becoming mother, teaching the girls to become angry amazons…” You giggle when Dean crawls back up your body to kiss your fiercely, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“I think that was a yes…omega…”

“When do we get your things?” Dean rushes after you, tries to get your attention while you check on a few points on your agenda. “Sweetheart?”

“I never said I’d move in with you, Winchester,” you smirk, patting his chest before you straighten your back to prepare for the storm that will come the moment you open the door to the conference room.

“Wait-what? No, no…you are my omega and I want you to live with me.” Eyes focused on the mark he left Dean purrs to make your change your mind. “Please?”

“Better,” you pat his chest, pecking Dean’s cheek to earn another low purr. “You’re such a good little pup.” Dean’s mouth falls open when you open the door, looking over your shoulder, expectantly. “You coming, my strong alpha?”

Ruby’s eyes narrow, just like Jody’s and Donna’s when you walk into the room, a fresh claiming mark too prominent on your neck.

“He…he forced himself on her!” Ruby snarls, jumping over the table, only stopped by Sam who holds the angry omega back. “Let me go, I’ll kill him.”

“How could you, Winchester!” Jody grits her teeth, ready to attack the alpha who claimed you.

Dean looks around the room. Angry eyes are focused on him, even the ones from his fellow alphas. He swallows thickly, letting out a noise sounding like a wail.

“Dean and I have to tell you something important,” you clear your throat, grasping for Dean’s hand. “Last night Dean and I had a long and fruitful conversation. We wanted to unite our packs and decided it’s for the best to mate.”

Sam chokes on air whilst the omega he still holds back snarls into Dean’s direction, not believing a single word leaving your lips.

How could you admit Dean and you gave in to your instinct followed by a careless claim on your alpha’s side?

“Dean claimed me and when the bond strengthened, I am going to do the same to set an example against misogynism.” Dean huffs next to you, knowing you want to punish him for his alpha behavior. “My alpha is man enough to see we need a change.”

“Who will take your position, Y/N?” Ruby gasps when you hand her the clipboard, giving her a warm smile. “Me? But I am horribly at negotiating.”

“Correct,” you smirk, patting Ruby’s hand. “That is the reason I trust you, Ruby. I know you will give them hell.” You glance at Sam who awkwardly glances at Ruby’s mating gland, purring low in his throat. “I mean, Sam is a great partner.”

“He is…” Ruby clears her throat, turning her attention toward the conference table. “You heard Y/N. We will return to our tasks and cheer for the happy couple.”

“What was that about claiming me?” Dean whispers in your ear whilst you dig your nails into his hand. “Y/N…”

“Well, fair is fair, Winchester. You bit me, I’ll do the same,” you grin now, patting his chest. “You’re lucky if I do not leave a mark on your dick.”

“You wouldn’t…” Dean follows you like a puppy when you walk toward the place reserved for guest listeners. “Omega. You wouldn’t bite my cock…right?”

“I do not know yet, alpha,” you pat the seat next to you, still grinning. “I will decide later.”

“I can be a good alpha, Y/N.” The alpha takes your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. “Promised.”

“We will see…Winchester.” You lean back in your chair, looking at Sam who discusses the next point on your agenda with Ruby. A smile crosses your lips watching the couple fight over the next decision.

Dean sits next to you, watching you the whole time, a smile on his face. He believes he got it all by biting you but – he is terribly wrong.

What he does not know is that you made him yours - not the other way around.

It took you years to push Dean to finally claim you. The alpha has no clue that from now on, you will rule his life…

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sanababes · 3 years

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Requested by: anon

Saviour

pairings: fem!reader x Lee Gahyeon

warnings: a/b/o dynamics (alpha!reader and omega!gahyeon), brief sexual harassment, swearing

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"For fuck's sake… It reeks the scent of omegas in here."

You grumbled while scanning the packed rooftop. The cold breeze of the wind was not enough to hide the pheromones which resulted in you being annoyed as hell.

"Oh come on, Y/n," Siyeon chuckles while wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Stop being such a party-pooper."

You just scoffed in disbelief and just let the latter drag you into a group of familiar girls. Their idle chatter fades away as they spot Siyeon with a pleasing look on her face, but laughters begin to erupt when they see you tailing behind her unwillingly.

"Yah! Y/n's not looking good, huh?" Sua claimed as she swirls the liquor on her hand.

You just rolled your eyes and sat at the opposite side of the table. Siyeon lets you throw a 'tantrum' like how she describes it whilst making herself comfortable as she sat beside Sua. She immediately warms up into the older's body, cradling her cheek and giving it a light kiss.

Meanwhile, you cringed at the sight which didn't go unnoticed by the other alpha sitting close to you.

"You can go and puke yourself out," Moonbyul teased. A wavering sigh comes out from you as the two betas across you continued to display their affection with each other.

"Thanks for the advice," You snickered at the woman's dry humor.

Moonbyul suddenly emits her scent which made your eyebrows furrow. This made a few omegas nearby quiver weakly until a certain woman near in 30s walked by hastily and succumbed into the alpha's embrace. Then, the older's pheromones abruptly fades away, thanks to the help of the breeze of the cold wind.

"A new mate?" You asked, still confused at the latter's previous actions.

"Yeah, but with the tone of your voice, you're making it look like I had a lot of them before." Moonbyul remarked as she let the unknown omega crawl into her lap.

You just smirked and shrugged your shoulders, "I mean, who knows…"

The latter lets out a soft chuckle before burying her face into the crook of the omega's neck. You shook your head with a hint of amusement, it was rare for the older to be 'touchy' with her mates as you previously observed through the years you've been together. Moonbyul was always private and kept her affections behind closed doors, she also rarely becomes possessive until it's needed. That's why the sight in front of you is surely a new thing to see. Nevertheless, you just let her be.

The night is still young as you scanned your eyes through the open view of the city. The balcony began to be filled with people who were invited as well to the party, though you never knew who even ran the event in the first place since you were just forced to be here by Siyeon.

"Why don't you have a mate yet?"

You unconsciously winced at Moonbyul's unexpected question. The thought of having one just didn't sit right with you, Siyeon even calls you 'coward' because of it.

"I already told you guys that I'm capable of not having one," you deadpanned, rolling your eyes in the process. "And, their scent is… unpleasant."

The latter chuckled before replying, "Yeah, right. It's you and your prideful ass again."

You just sighed and averted your gaze from her, the smell of pheromones once again creeps into your nostrils.

'Ahh, I shouldn't have come here...'

Siyeon suddenly stood up from her seat with Sua clinging on one of her arms, she gave you a smile before asking, "Do you want us to grab some drinks for you?"

"Hmm, just a glass of wine is enough."

The latter nodded then excused Sua and herself instantly. You smirked mentally then glanced at Moonbyul who was occupied by pampering her omega. It was a good opportunity for you to sneak out, in the spur of the moment, you stood up and immediately strutted towards the exit of the rooftop. A lingering smile was written on your lips as you successfully avoided making contact with anyone, the smell of pheromones were also getting weaker at each step that you make whilst heading to the elevator.

It was all going smoothly until you heard faint shouts coming from the restroom, which is approximately one corridor away from your location. You frowned at the sudden dilemma.

"You've got to be kidding me…" you mumbled under your breath while you hesitantly looked at the elevator then back to the sounds of intrusion at the restroom.

"You'll just uh… take a look, Y/n. Just a quick look."

After a minute of internal struggle, you decided to check on the place as you walked carefully towards the restroom. The shouts earlier became weak cries of help instead which worried you even more.

When you reached the door and pushed it open, you were greeted by a strong scent possibly coming from an alpha. You saw a man pinning a certain girl against the sink as tears flowed freely on her delicate face. With one look, you immediately knew that the girl was being forced by the bastard who's clearly enjoying himself.

Your blood boiled at the sight that you couldn't help but to shove the man away from the poor girl and land a harsh punch on his face.

"Fuck! What the hell is your problem–" you cut him off by kicking him on his crotch which made the alpha drop on his knees while he groaned in pain.

"Serves you right," you scowled with no sympathy. "Are you that desperate that you can't even find an omega who you don't need to ravish against their will? You're fucking pathetic."

You gave the man a last punch before he instantly passed out.

"Rot in hell, asshole…"

You accidentally released your vigorous scent due to the anger that you had felt. This made the trembling girl nearby whimper silently, her cheeks are painted with light red hues.

Your attention immediately turns to the omega who's in a fragile state, the latter was breathing heavily as tears continued to slip down her cheeks. You carefully approached the girl, "Hey, it's okay now. I promise he'll never bother you anymore."

"T-Thank you…"

You couldn't help but purse your lips as you get a whiff of her mellow scent. It was strangely… soothing.

"Uhm, do you have any friends that I can call?" you asked, crouching down to meet her wary gaze.

The latter couldn't manage to form her words because of her hiccups and sniffles. You reached out your hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks, feeling her leaning slightly against it cutely.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while, not until she looked up through her lashes with her lips formed into a tiny pout, "D-Don't leave me, p-please…"

"Uh, sure," you mumbled softly. "I, uhm, I won't leave until you say so."

The girl nodded, appreciating your given comfort. She was starting to feel lightheaded due to the amount of alpha pheromones that she had inhaled for the past few minutes. And before you could notice it, the latter leans into your embrace while speaking indistinctly.

"...I think I'm going to pass out soon–"

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You sighed for the nth time while carrying the unconscious omega in your arms. After she passed out in the restroom, you didn't have a choice but to bring her in your own house. You even tried unlocking her phone to find her emergency contacts but to no avail.

The whole process of assisting her to your home was almost a mess. You called your butlers, maids, and even your own personal doctor. You honestly didn't know what to do, after laying the girl down in one of the guest rooms, you left her in the care of your servants before fleeing out of the room.

ring ring ring

You fished out your phone and Siyeon's name greeted you in a flash. You chuckled lightly before pressing the decline icon, "You'll have to wait, unnie…"

The feeling of guilt by leaving her in the party bugs you immediately. Nevertheless, you decided to just send the older a text.

"I already got home, sorry. Something urgent came up."

You groaned quietly before leading yourself to your bedroom, which is a few rooms away from the guest room that the certain omega was occupying. Kicking your shoes off, you instantly plopped yourself into the mattress and began rethinking your life decisions.

'How did I even get into this kind of situation… I hope she can rest well, getting taken advantage of can really cause some stress and even trauma…'

Suddenly, a few knocks interrupted you from your thoughts. You averted your gaze into your bedroom's door before speaking up, "Come in."

In walks your personal doctor, he had a gentle smile on his face as he opened the door and proceeded to sit on one of your armchairs nearby.

"The woman that you had brought just needs a little rest. I also think that she's nearing her first heat cycle," Chan stated.

"Wait, what? First?" you asked, confused at the unexpected information.

"What do you mean by her first?"

Chan looks at you then vaguely answers, "Her first heat."

Your jaw slacked unknowingly, that explains why the girl looked too naive and how she couldn't control the intensity of her scent.

"I see… I'll just check on her, you can go now. Thank you for coming right away."

You sat up from your bed as Chan stood up on his feet. You guided the man outside and asked one of your chauffeur to drive him home. Bidding a final goodbye to the latter, you watched the car leave out of your residency.

One of your servants, Jeongyeon, walks up to you to inform you that the omega in your guest room had woken up already. With a timid nod, you walked briskly towards the said room and knocked on the wooden surface.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" you opened the door slowly, you glanced at the girl who's now sitting on the edge of the bed.

She was emitting her scent once again, but it didn't matter. You have enough self-control.

"Better… C-Can I atleast know y-your name?" she muttered subtly, avoiding to meet your gaze.

"Y/n. You can call me Y/n. How about you? You've been under my care for a few hours now and I still don't know your name."

You sat beside her, but within a safe distance so the latter wouldn't feel uncomfortable if ever.

"Thank you, Y/n. And… my name is Gahyeon," she finally looked straight into your eyes, and that's when you realized how gorgeous the woman in front of you.

Her eyes reeked an aura of innocence, and the way the tip of her lips curve was really cute for you. Her hair was in a vivid color of purple which really suited her perfectly.

It was the first time you admired someone other than your closest friends.

"...Gahyeon," her name swiftly rolls off your tongue.

The latter blushes as she realized that you were muttering her name for a while now. Your dazed look also makes her giggle slightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, sorry," you scratched your nape sheepishly. "But, are you sure that you're okay now? I can get you anything that you want right now, just tell me."

Gahyeon just chuckled at your sudden blabberings, she decided to thank you non-verbally before pressing a quick peck on your cheek.

"Thank you again, Y/n or should I call you my Saviour?"

You froze up and couldn't answer her question due to her previous gesture.

'Oh hell no, why am I getting flustered? Ah shit, shit, shit–'

"Then you're my saviour it is."

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(a/n: i didn't put a 'the end' CUZ i want to make a part 2 of this but with a soft smut, maybe something about gahyeon's first heat, still not sure tho. VOTE 'saviour pt.2' in my asks and when it reaches 5-10 votes i'll do it hihi)

#gahyeon imagines #gahyeon scenarios #gahyeon headcanons #dreamcatcher gahyeon #lee gahyeon #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher reactions #abo #alpha #omega #beta #fluff #with little angst #omegaverse

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buckybeardreams · 3 years

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Unwanted

Chapters: 9/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Knotting

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him.

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11

Can also be read here

Words: 1,612

"You're not unhappy that we bonded, right?"

Tony rolled his eyes.

"If I was I wouldn't be curled up in bed right now after letting you fuck my brains out."

Steve smirked.

"I think you were the one doing the fucking. I just laid there while you rode me."

"Yeah, but next time I'm gonna make you do all the work and I'm just gonna lay there and be the pillow princess. Let my Alpha take care of me," Tony said, his fingers trailing down Steve's chest and a sultry pout on his lips. "You'd do that for me, wouldn't you, Alpha?"

"You know I'd do anything to please you, baby."

"I know, because you're such a good boy," Tony murmured, kissing him. "Mm, as much as I'd love to stick around and let you fuck me on every surface in your apartment, I really have to get going or I'm gonna be late."

"I'll drive you," Steve offered.

"You're sweet, but no, I'm good. If I take you with me I'm just gonna end up fucking you in the break room and then the manager is gonna be an asshole about it."

Steve growled.

"I hate that guy more every time you talk about him."

Tony hummed, kissing him again.

"Yeah, well, I think most bosses disapprove of fucking in the employee's room. Even the not asshole ones.

"No, I don't mean that. We definitely can't do that, no matter how much I like the idea of you bossing me around at your work. I just think this Obie guy sounds like the worst and every time I've run into him just confirms that."

Tony didn't even try to disagree with that assessment.

"Like last week when he gave you shit for having to leave early because of your heat. There are laws in place to protect Omegas from being forced to work while in heat, but you practically had to beg him for the days off and then apologize for not being able to work and he still gave you shit about it. Then he had the audacity to act like he had done you some great favor and made you work extra shifts to make up for it. He didn't even pay you overtime, even though he made you work like sixty hours."

"Hey, hey, calm down. You're getting yourself all worked up about it and I don't want that. I appreciate your concern, I really do, and I love that you're so protective. Which is honestly something I never thought I'd say, but you need to take a deep breath. I've got it all under control."

Steve tried to take a deep breath, tried to calm down like his Omega told him to, but it didn't do much to alleviate his anger.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just wish you didn't have to deal with him."

"Well, I won't have to for much longer."

Steve frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Tony shifted on his lap, looking down at his lap nervously.

"Well, I was actually gonna tell you about this, but we've just been so caught up in our own little bubble and I didn't want to burst it by bringing up legal stuff. Besides, I almost forgot about it with all the newly mated hormones rushing through me," Tony rambled.

"Tony, love, just tell me."

"We tried to get Obie fired, but the owner, Alexander Pierce, was backing him, so we're taking him to court. They've been doing a whole bunch of shady stuff that's totally illegal, from paying people off to pass inspections and dealing drugs out back in the alley, to denying us health insurance, making us work overtime but not paying us overtime, and usually they make the Omegas work during heat. I think Obie only gave in this time, because he thought you might beat his ass if he called me in for work."

There was an amused smile on Tony's face, but he was looking at Steve, worried about his reaction. Steve was furious, but not at Tony. He knew that Obie was an asshole, but he had no idea just how bad it really was.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I shouldn't have let you work for a guy like that. I'm your Alpha. I should have protected you, provided for you so you didn't have to work-"

"Hey, no, stop," Tony told him. "I love you so much, Alpha, but I don't want that. This was my battle to fight and I wasn't about to let you take that away from me. I've been dealing with this bullshit for years and now I'm finally changing things. You have to let me do this."

Steve felt awed by his little Omega. So much strength wrapped up in such a small little package it was unbelievable, and to think he was all Steve's. Steve kissed him, hard and lingering.

"I would never take that away from you, Tony. I wouldn't dream of doing something like that, pretty Omega."

A shy smile crept onto Tony's face and his cheeks turned pink.

"Thank you, Alpha. That means a lot, and I mean, there's no guarantee that the next person who buys the place will be any better than Pierce, or that they will hire us all on again. There's really no guarantee anybody will buy the place anytime soon. Realistically, it'll probably be bulldozed and turned into a parking lot for the diner next door or something like that. We all know that we're probably gonna lose our jobs, but it's worth it to do the right thing and put Pierce behind bars."

Steve nodded, licking his lips and considering how to say what he wanted to say in a way that wouldn't offend Tony.

"You know that I think you're so strong and I'm so proud of you for doing this, right?"

Tony bit his lip, nodding uncertainly.

He wasn't sure where Steve was going with this.

"I think it's amazing that you're gonna do this and that you want to do this and I'll support you in this in any way that I can," Steve told him earnestly. "I know that this is your fight, Tony, and I would never take that away from you, but if you'll let me, I'd love to fight alongside you."

Tony broke out in a grin, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck.

"Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Tony squealed. "Fuck, you scared me there. I thought you were gonna say something awful, but I should have known you'd just say something charming and perfect."

Steve blushed, but he was grinning too.

"Right, well, you see, the thing is Tony that I have a lot of money-"

Tony pulled back, raising a brow at him.

" You have a lot of money. You , the eighteen year old artist and former virgin until I seduced your ass Alpha, has a lot of money?" Tony asked him, clearly amused and not believing him one bit. "Tell me, pretty boy, what do you consider a lot of money? The twenty dollar allowance your mommy gives every Saturday?"

Steve glared at him, but there wasn't any heat in it. If anything he was just really embarrassed and really turned on.

"Sam helped me out a lot when I was a kid. He helped me turn my life around and he helped get my art into some galleries. He's got this friend, an ex of his, Pepper Potts. She's like a brilliant business woman and she runs her own company, but she also has a few major art galleries where she displays art from some of the most prominent artists in the states. I'm talking big shots, well known artists that make hundreds of thousands of dollars selling one painting."

Tony was just staring at him, like he was having a hard time figuring out if this was just some elaborate joke or not.

"Steve... what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that she saw some of my work, loved it, and put it up in her galleries. I've only sold a handful, but I've made a lot of money. Your bar is not that great, no offense, and I don't really spend much of my money other than for, like, rent and groceries, so there's a lot of it just sitting around. We could probably just buy the bar. That is if you want to be an owner of a bar."

Steve swallowed hard and fidgeted nervously with the bottom of Tony's shirt when he didn't respond. Tony was just shocked and pretty sure he was dreaming.

"I'm sorry, what? You're joking, right?" Tony said in disbelief. "Are you telling me that you have hundreds of thousands of dollars just lying around?"

Steve squirmed under Tony.

"I mean, not literally. It's all in the bank. Most of it's in my savings account since it earns more interest that way-"

"Shut up, I don't care about that," Tony said, cutting off his nervous rambling. "Are you for real? You have that kind of money and you'd be willing to let me buy a bar with it?"

Steve bit his lip.

"Yeah, I mean, Tony, I'd do anything for you. So if you want a bar then I'll buy you a bar. It's no big deal."

"No big deal? It's a huge deal!"

Steve wasn't sure if he was upset or excited, but then Tony was wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Fuck, I love you so much. You know that, right?" Tony groaned against his lips.

Steve nodded, whimpering into his mouth when Tony kissed him again.

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Fallen From Grace

A/N: Hi this is my first time writing anything like a/b/o dynamic stuff, so be kind, I’ve been reading a lot lately and I’m quite liking it. I’m hoping to make this a series, just gonna test the waters and see how this goes.

Series Summary: Before the incident she was one of the most powerful Alphas on the Avengers team; admired, idolised and possibly feared, nothing could stand in her way. However, after a mission goes terribly wrong, and she is brutally attacked, the injuries she sustains take all of her Alpha strength, reducing her status to a weakened Omega. By the way of nature, the team can’t help but treat her in a completely new way. Especially her two closets friends, who now see her in a whole new light.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (and the fun stuff that comes with that!), strong language, sexual content (smut is coming much later, and there will be added warnings on those chapters), fluff, angst, manipulation, corporal punishment (18+ only readers)

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six//

Part Seven//

Part Eight: Old Wounds

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Bit of Fluff, Some violence towards the end

Word Count: 4.7K (extra long to make up for the slow update today)

Steve and Bucky could say nothing, as they stared wide eyed, at the drowsy Omega that lay in their arms. You don't even noticed the look of surprise on their faces, as you finally allow sleep to overcome you.

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You wake the next morning, having just slept the best you ever have. You find yourself laying on Steve’s chest, with your arm outstretched on Bucky’s chest. They are breathing in sync and you feel yourself rise and fall with every inhale and exhale. Tracing patterns on Bucky’s skin, you don't notice, as both Alphas’ eyes begin to peel open.

“Morning doll.” the ear pressed to Steve’s skin vibrates, absorbing his words. You rest your chin on his chest when you lift your head to look up at him.

“Morning.” he kisses the tip of your nose, making your insides flutter.

“How you feeling sweetheart, we weren't too rough with you were we?” Bucky’s concerned voice, sings in your mind, and you turn to face him, as you shake your head.

“No. It was amazing.” you praised him, pulling him closer to you, as you peck his lips.

“Do you remember what you said before you fell asleep?” you pause briefly, before a faint flush splashes your cheeks, as you hide your face in Steve’s chest. Remembering the last words you spoke to both of them.

“It’s alright if you didn't mean it baby. You just had your first heat, your emotions were all over the place. We understand.” you felt both Steve’s and Bucky’s soothing hands rubbing up and down your back. Sensing your embarrassment and wanting to alleviate your mild discomfort.

They were already so in-tune with your body, and it’s forever changing emotions. You couldn't believe they had put up with you for so long, after everything you had put them through, that your old Alpha instincts had put them through. You need to bury those instincts once and for all. You had to break the bond between your old-self, so you can start afresh.

You needed Bucky and Steve to cleanse you of your past, so that they could be your present, and your future. You needed Bucky and Steve to be your Alphas.

“You listening honey, Steve’s talking to you.” you snap out of your daydream, and look up to Steve, who you hadn't realised, had been speaking to you this whole time.

“As I was saying sweetheart, if you aren't ready yet to have Alphas we completely understand. Instead we could do a trial ru-”

“I want you to mark me.” you cut Steve off before he was able to explain his plan. You didn't like the idea of only being a temporary Omega, you wanted them to have you. You were willing to submit.

“Don’t interrupt Y/N.” the reprimand only made you want them even more; your Omega nature, desperate to please, whimpered at the scold. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying once again,” he looks at you sharply, “Instead we could do a trial based period; we’ll give you some space, and we’ll help you to gradually adjust to your knew nature. We’ll just take it a day at a time.”

You sit up, so you’re straddling Steve’s waist, a frown on your face, as you look down at the two Alphas. You didn't like the sound of this trial run suggestion, and the old Alpha in you giving, you the confidence to make your feelings known.

“I don't want to take things slow. I don't want to sleep in my own bed; when I tried that I ended in here anyway. I don't want to be away from you, I need you to be close to me. The longer I wait for you the more it hurts.” you weren't exaggerating the last bit.

Whenever you were away from one of them, whether it was: in the hospital, when one of them would have to go and train, or the five or so hours you spent crying in your room, after you had that argument. The reason why you had been completely insoluble was because you craved their touch, their reassurance that everything was gonna be alright. You craved them.

The two Alphas looked at you questionably, unsure how to deal with you. You bent down, and began to kiss Steve’s scent gland, gently sucking at it, Steve growled, and moved his head to the side. You licked over the small love bite you had left on his gland, before turning your attention to Bucky’s. You did the same, Bucky mimicking Steve’s head turn, as well as growling, which morphed into a moan.

You pulled away satisfied with the mark you had left on both Alphas, and returned to your previous position of straddling Steve’s hips.

“Please Alphas, I need you.” The name caused their pupils to dilate slightly, but they both blinked hard and their usual ratio of blue returned. You could see them both thinking, before finally Bucky spoke.

“Okay,” you smiled wide at them, but before you could say anything Bucky held his finger up, silencing you immediately, “we’re not gonna mark you yet, but we will be your Alphas. You can stay with us; so that we can take care of you, protect you, and love you.” the sound of the word love, made your stomach glow, for a moment you feared you were gonna go back into heat, but thankfully the only feeling you got was a comforting hum. Your smile faltered slightly when you recounted the first thing he had said, and that they wouldn't mark you yet.

“But I want to smell like you, I want people to know that I’m your’s, that somebody owns me.” you whine, a pout prominent on your lips.

“Always so needy aren't you darling. After what we did to you last night, the only thing I can smell on you right now; is us.” you blushed at his words, but your pout remained unmoved.

“Come here, gorgeous.” Bucky pulls your arm, and you slide off of Steve’s hips, into his lap. He gently moves your head to the side, his hot breath brushes your scent gland making you shiver. He plants one single kiss on the gland, making you tilt your head further, hoping to encourage him to do more.

“This what you want, you want me and Steve to scent you, so people know who you belong to?” he asks, planting another lone kiss.

“Please Alpha, please.” Bucky pushes his lips against the skin once again, but doesn’t pull away like he did last time. Instead he begins to suck harshly at the skin, making you whimper, and mewl at the feeling.

Once he is satisfied, he passes you back to Steve, who instantly wraps his lips around the scent gland on the other side of your neck. He sucks and pulls at the skin; fiercely. It hurts a little, but you like it, the feeling of being claimed by two dominant Alphas. Steve licks over the new bruise he’s made on your neck, content with the shade of purple.

“There. Now everyone will know, who you belong to.” he blew cold air onto the spot, making you shiver, and pull your shoulders up, in defence. Steve chuckled before planting a kiss on your forehead, and playfully shoving you off him, as he stands from the bed. You land on top of Bucky, who wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him, kissing the back of your head.

You can’t help but stare at Steve’s body, which is completely naked, as it stands before you. You bite your lip, Steve catches you, smirking.

“Like what you see doll?” you blush hiding your face, causing both Alphas to be amused, Bucky begins to tickle your sides making you squirm.

“St-op...please...s-top.” you stammer over your words, only able to take short breaths, as Bucky continues his assault on your ribs.

“Not until you say it.” he taunts, his fingers not letting up, instead digging harder.

“S-ay...what?” you struggle, you push against his hands as hard as you can, trying to break free, but it’s useless as Bucky easily over powers you. Steve simply watched on, arms folded in amusement.

“Say I belong to you Alphas.”

“S-ave...me Al-pha.” you beg, your eye pleading with Steve.

“You have to say it baby, he’s not gonna stop.” Steve smiles.

“I..bel-ong...to you...Alphas.” finally Bucky’s fingers halt their torturous movements, and you sigh in relief, Bucky kisses your cheek. You spin in his arms, your head going into his neck. Bucky brings his arms up to wrap around you, but he hisses and jolts away, when you playfully nip at his neck, out of revenge.

“Hey! No biting.” He scolds you, pulling you away from his neck, raising his eyebrows at you.

“You started it.” you mumbled. But a slight shriek sprung from your lips, when a hand came down on one of your ass cheeks. It was only a light, warning hit, but it stung nonetheless.

“What do you say to Alpha?” Steve pressed, standing behind you.

“But he started it.” you whine, looking to Steve, with annoyance.

“Please don't make us punish you, already Y/N. You’ve been our Omega for less than 20 minutes, that’s a record even by your standards of disobedience.” Steve lectured, reminding you of your past, defiance.

Steve was the Captain of the team, there was no doubt of that. But as a boisterous Alpha, following rules wasn't exactly your forte.

Not wanting to start on the wrong foot, so early in the game, you reluctant apologised, “sorry Alpha, for biting you. Even though you started it.” you whispered the last part, watching as Bucky gave you a chiding look, but nevertheless he excepted your apology , giving you a peck on the lips.

“Good girl. Right come on let's shower.” you squill when Steve’s hands, go under your armpits, and he lifts you backwards, effortlessly off of Bucky planting you on the floor. Before you can start to walk towards the shower, Steve spins you around so that you’re facing him.

You’re confused as to the abrupt spin, and can’t help but to begin to feel self-conscious, as Steve begins to stare at you. You pull your arms in front of your chest slightly. Steve runs his fingers gently over the giant scab stretching itself across your stomach. You flinch as flickers of pain, spark from the area; you had only acknowledged its existence in that moment, the events and happiness that had occurred in the last few hours, had masked the pain.

You pull away, when his fingers touch a particular part of the wound that makes you recoil, wincing.

“Sorry baby,” Steve says softly, pulling you back to him, delicately holding you close to him, his body heat suppressing the pain, “Bruce told us we needed to keep an eye on it. And in the thaw of last night, I had forgotten. Does it still sting, sweetheart?” you nod your head.

“Only when you touched it.” you see a guilty look cross Steve’s face, when you tell him the cause of your pain, had been because of him.

“Did it hurt last night darling? You should have said something.” Bucky asks, joining you and Steve, as they made a huddle around you, both the heat signatures providing you with solace. You shake your head.

“No. In truth I had forgotten about it, until just then.” you spoke honestly.

“We’ll go and see Bruce, once we’ve showered, just so he can give it the once over.” you nod in understanding, as they took you to the bathroom, where all three of you showered. It was a bit of a squeeze, their shower not really built for three, but you didn't complain, being pressed against your Alphas.

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After you showered, the audible rumble from your stomach, signalled it was time you ate something. The last thing you remember consuming was two bites of a banana, and that was nearing 12 hours ago.

Once you were dry you sat on the edge of the bed, whilst you waited for Steve to go and fetch you some clothes from your own room. He came back with a couple of pairs of undergarments, as well as, various bottoms, and t-shirts. He said they’d go and grab the rest of your stuff later, and what he had brought would do for now.

You laughed at the array of bras and underwear he had clearly grabbed in a hurry, none of it matched, and some of it didn't even fit. You tried to put one of the bras on, but the material was tight against your chest, you frowned, confused as to why a bra you had worn comfortably many time before, was now too tight.

“It’s because of your heat,” Steve explained, you hadn't noticed till then, that your boobs had in fact, grown a few cup sizes since yesterday. “Its your body’s response to wanting pups.” your eyes widened at the mention of pups. That was definitely a subject matter you wanted to avoid for the time being. You decided silence would be the best reply, and instead you opted for a black sports bra that you’re able to easily slip over your head.

You pulled on a pair of black jeans, and a dark coloured t-shirt; you looked at yourself in the mirror, and couldn't help but feel anxious. Usually Omega’s would wear lighter colours, so they would look less intimidating, and therefore; more appealing to Alphas. You had never been the one to wear bright colours, Wanda had always tried to get you to wear; ‘happier’ colours, as she called them. She had only managed to get you to wear a slightly lighter shade of grey. You heart jumped a little at the thought of Wanda, and more worry consumed you when you remembered you hadn't seen her since you had fallen out.

You must have been deep in thought, because you are slightly startled by Bucky, who comes and wraps his arms, tightly around your shoulders.

“What you thinking about, gorgeous?” he says nuzzling his nose into his scent mark on your neck, revelling in his own scent being on you.

“Do I look right?” you question halts his movement, and he turns you to face him, confusion on his face; “I mean do you like the way I look? Do I look like the Omega you want?” For a moment Bucky is lost for words, concerned at your questions for him. Steve overhears, stepping from the small kitchen space, towards the two of you.

“What do mean?” Bucky asks you, his brow furrowed, he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, before cupping your face in his palm. You lean into the warmth.

“Do you like the way I look?” you ask again, you thought the question was simple, but yet it was as if you were speaking gibberish, as Bucky’s furrowed brow went unchanged.

“I don't understand baby, what do you mean ‘like the way you look’, I love the way you look.” he cups both of your cheeks in his hands, you realise that he’s trying to hold eye contact with you. But his response to your question makes you feel silly, and you dart your eyes downwards feeling stupid for asking the question. By now Steve had moved so he was behind you, once again you were huddled between them; you feel Steve’s hands rest on your hips.

“Look at me Y/N, why wouldn't we like the way you look?” Bucky asks you, moving your eyes to his, you can see they are full of concern and...hurt?

“Because I don't dress like Wanda, or Laura. All my clothes are black and grey. My body is covered in scars and old wounds. My skin isn't smooth and perfect like an Omega should be. I’m not cute, or particularly friendly. I’m n-.” you are cut off by Bucky’s lips that smash into your’s, ending your waterfall of misery, and self hatred.

And before you can catch your breath, Steve grabs the back of your neck, turning your head to him, as he silences you once again, this time with his lips.

When he finally lets you break away for air, your attention is turned back to Bucky, who had pulled his own t shirt over his head. He stood in front of you, and took hold your hands, placing them on his shoulder. He lets go of your hands, and allows you to run your fingers along the scarred tissue that slips out from under the crease, which joins his metal arm to his flesh body.

“Nobody’s perfect honey. Everyone has scars, marks, blisters. Do you like the way I look, do you like the way I am?” you feel tears sting your eyes, you feel so stupid for asking the question you did.

“Of course I do, you’re my Alpha.” Bucky smiles at your response, he lifts your shirt slightly, just enough so the top of the scar on your stomach is visible, he bends down, and gently kisses the skin above it, making butterflies flutter.

“We love ever inch of you Y/N, every inch of you is perfect for us, because; you are our Omega.” Steve rubs over your shoulders, before kissing them.

The moment is broken when your stomach starts to rumble again, causing you all to chuckle.

“Come on trouble, lets get you some food.” you smiled at Bucky as he pulled your t-shirt down, and begins to walk you to the door. Just before he opens it, you clutch his hand, fear suddenly spiking in you.

The two Alphas immediately sense it, Steve grabbing your opposite hand.

“What is it Y/N?”

“What about the others? What if they don't except me?” flashes of how Tony had spoken to you in the elevator, the thought of all of them seeing you like filled you with dread. The prospect of seeing Wanda after all that you had said to one another, made you tremble with anxiety.

“Y/N, breath darling. It’s all gonna be okay. Bucky and I are gonna be with you, we’ll protect you, if needs be.” Steve gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, you hampered when Bucky let go of the other.

“I’ll walk in front of you sweetheart, just to reduce your scent. You’re not exactly in heat still, but I can still smell the pheromones on you.”

“You wouldn't be able to if you marked me.” you sassed, which earned a slightly rough squeeze of your hand from Steve.

“Don’t start baby, you’ll wanna be able to sit, when you eat breakfast.” he warned, you lowered your head in submission.

“Right, ready.”

“Ready”

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You slowly sauntered your way towards the kitchen, Bucky strutted in front of you, whilst Steve walked with you, grasping your hand tightly. You hung a little behind Steve, hiding behind his arm, as you got closer to the kitchen.

The smell of bacon, and eggs filled your nose, while the sound of quiet chatter, and knives and forks, scrapping on plates occupied your ears. Your heart rate increased, and Steve gave your hand a slight squeeze to reassure you.

Once Bucky momentarily disappeared as he rounded the corner, the sound of talking stopped, your feet froze to the floor, you were afraid to move, afraid to come face to face with everyone in the next room.

Steve pulled you behind the wall a little more, before squatting down, and looking up at you.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I’m here. Bucky’s here. That’s all you need. No one will hurt you whilst we’re around, baby. You’re gonna be fine.” Steve gives you a little pep talk, before you take a deep breath in. The chatting had begun again, you imagined that Bucky had given them sort of glare. You nod, and Steve stands up, not before pecking your lips.

You take his hand once again, holding it in a Vulcan like death grip, you shield yourself, as you begin to round the corner.

“Morning everyone.” Steve starts. You can’t see what their faces look like, but once again their chatting stops.

“Morning Cap.” you hear Sam respond.

“Morning Steve” you recognise that as Rhodey’s voice.

“Good morning Captain Rogers.” The robotic voice of Vision speaks up, your heart drops, when you realise that must mean Wanda is somewhere in the room. You begin to worry that Vision was gonna be angry with you, for upsetting Wanda.

You feel a gentle tug on your hand encouraging you to walk around, but you latch your hand onto the back of Steve’s t-shirt, fixing your position behind him.

He pulls harder on your hand, forcing you to let go on his clothing, and your face heats up when you are finally pulled in front of everyone.

You cower into Steve’s side, gripping his arm firmly, when you notice them all staring at you.

Rhodey is stood in the actual kitchen, along with Bucky, whose fixing three plates of eggs and bacon, Peter sat on the side, swinging his legs, Tony stood next to him, staring intently at you. On the main table directly in front of you seats: Natasha and Bruce; Vision and Wanda; and Sam.

“Morning Y/N.” Sam is the first to speak to you, you give him a shy smile.

“Morning Sam.” he returns your smile, before going back to eating his plate of waffles. You are grateful for the one less set of eyes.

“How are you Y/N?” Bruce asks, your cheeks feel warm as you remember the last time he had seen you, you were in a slightly more vulnerable position.

“I’m better. Thank you.” you say shortly.

“Actually, is it okay if we come and see you after breakfast Bruce. Just wanna check Y/N’s wound is healing properly.” Steve asks on your behalf.

“Of course, come see me when you’re finished, I’ll go and set the Obs Room up now.” he smiles warmly, he kissed Natasha, before leaving.

You follow him with your eyes as he leaves, your eyes catch on Wanda’s, who turns away from you before you can give her any kind of apologetic look. You hold Steve’s arm tighter, as he guides you over to a slightly smaller, round table in the corner of the room.

Steve sits you in the middle, as him and Bucky sit either side of you. You tentatively start to eat the breakfast in front of you, but you don't feel so hungry when Natasha pulls a chair over and sits in front of you. You stop eating, resting your hands either side of your plate, and you grip the knife harder in your hands.

“Can we help you Natasha?” Bucky asks, a mouth full of food. He’s moved so his arm is now protectively resting on the back of your chair, as he eats with one hand.

“Just coming to ask, which one of you is gonna be my new sparing partner?” she asks, a wicked smile spreads across her face, as you look down at your plate, eyesight becoming blurry, from the tears that are clouding it.

You had been Natasha’s sparing partner as an Alpha. You proudly held a 15-0 streak, but now you were an Omega, it would be unlikely that you would be allowed to train, let alone fight an Alpha like Natasha

“Why would one of us be your sparing partner?” Steve asks naïvely.

“Well I’m assuming you’re not gonna let this puny, little Omega, fight a big strong Alpha like me. That would be very irresponsible as Alphas.” You don't miss the subtle growl that escapes Bucky’s mouth, when she calls you Omega.

But you’re too busy, cooling your own boiling blood to worry yourself with him, your grip on the knife only getting harder.

“Be quiet Nat, before I stab you with this knife, then neither of us are gonna be sparing.” you spit, eyes locking with hers. The fraction of the Alpha in you causes you to bear your teeth, desperate to assert its dominance.

“Don’t talk to me like that...Omega.” Your nostrils are flaring, you were only going to let Steve and Bucky call you that. You begin to rise from your seat, but you’re brought back down, by a firm hand that is placed on your thigh.

You looked to Steve, trying to push his hands off with your eyes, but he gives you a stern look, making your head drop again. You’re trying to take deep breaths, in order to calm yourself down. Bucky places his hand on your other thigh, softly stroking his thumb, trying to sooth your rage.

“Walk away Romanoff, we’re not in the mood to play today.” Steve says, his eyes are dark, showing he too is enraged by the way she is speaking to his precious Omega.

“Before I do, Vision and I would like to say something.” Vision turns in his seat, to face Natasha, a bewildered look on his face.

“Do you mean to cause problems with Captain Rogers, Sargent Barnes and I. Because I would politely like to decline your malice.” he speaks poetically.

“I’m only saying what you and I discussed, yesterday.” again Vision looks at her beguiled, it was clear that Natasha was the one stirring the pot.

“About how we hope you punished your Omega, for being the rude comments made to my Omega, and the way in which she upset Vis’, and if not, then we would kindly do so on your behalf.”

You had no time to defend yourself, before Bucky had flipped the table; food, cutlery and china flying everywhere, and had Natasha pinned against the wall, his metal hand crushing her throat.

“Don’t ever talk like that about our Omega.” his grip getting tighter with every word. Your frozen in your seat, while Steve leaps up trying to drag Bucky away before he suffocated Natasha. Tony and Rhodey leap to help.

You watch as the two men tried to wrestle the bigger man, off of the much smaller woman. You start to cry, when you look down at your hand, a marginal cut across the palm, no doubt a shrapnel would from the flying kitchen debris. Vision pulls you out of the way, seating you next to Sam, before joining the men in their attempts to free Natasha.

Sam takes you hand, trying to look at it closely, you pull away clutching in to your chest, sobbing inconsolably. The only people you wanted to help you were preoccupied by their own testosterone.

Peter runs to you, with some kitchen roll, at Sam’s request. He’s trying desperately to look at your hand, but you refuse. Finally Wanda gets up from her seat, and crouches by you. You look at her through water eyes, and she gently brushes your hair away.

“I’m so sorry.” you choke out, still with your hand clutched to your chest, the blood staining your shirt.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” she smiles at you, she gently tugs at your wrist, and you let her guide it into your lap so same can try and clear up some of the blood. The sound of more smashing sounds behind you, and you start to sob once again, as you realise you’re the cause of all this chaos.

“Enough!” Wanda yells, all of the men freeze, as they turn to look to the scarlet woman, “look at yourselves. Bucky look at your Omega.”

Bucky’s face drops, immediately feeling ashamed, he releases his hold on Natasha’s neck, she drops to the floor gasping, Tony and Vision crouching to check on her.

Bucky and Steve stumble towards their distressed Omega, but Wanda blocks their path, protectively. She is unfazed by their statures and continues her glare.

They tried to push past her, but a warning growl from Vision is all that they need, and their movements pause once again.

A feeling of guilt and shame rises in their chests, as they look at their fragile Omega, who sits sobbing in a Beta’s arms.

“Leave her. Peter, Sam and I will take her to see Bruce. You two, can go cool off.” she turns to the three of you, and you all rise, walking out the kitchen.

You don't even turn to look, at the face of your embarrassed Omega’s

A/N: Sorry about the delay on this one, I have had lectures all day, so I’ve been writing at every chance I could get.

Part Nine//

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Hiiii!!! I love your NSFW Works and was wondering if I could ask for a part 2 of your ABO au? Where Steve is just being the cute Omega he is and Billy being a super fluffy and caring Alpha who also knows how to properly dom Steve? I love the way you portrayed them in the first one! Thanks!

So, I’m gonna be honest, I have several A/B/O aus rn so I’m not sure which you mean, but I’m p sure it’s this one lol

If you were meaning another one, let me know!

Part two

Smut

Steve was used to everyone staying as far away from his as possible.

The other alphas at the school typically paid him no mind, didn’t wanna get mixed up in that.

But now that Billy had publicly claimed him, had looked Nancy straight in the eye and scented Steve.

Close to three months, and people were still talking about Billy Hargrove coming in and stealing Nancy Wheeler’s omega right out from under her.

Well, it was popular knowledge that Nancy was double timing him. Everyone would shake their heads as Steve trailed so sweetly behind her.

But now he was with an alpha that snapped his jaws if anyone dared to look at Steve.

So the other alphas left him alone, not wanting to get tangled up with Billy.

It did wonders for Steve’s self esteem. To have the most possessive alpha in the damn town, constantly touching and manhandling him, glaring at anyone that got too close.

It took him a week to realize Robin was the least threatening person to his relationship, a week of Billy hauling Steve onto his lap, making direct eye contact with Robin as he groped Steve. A week until Robin had said you know I got someone, right? A GIRL someone? and Billy had cooled it.

So Steve spent his days tucked under Billy’s arm, nuzzling into him as they walked through the school. And he spent his nights hanging off Billy’s knots, getting fucking railed into his mattress.

“I want, I want you to spend my next heat with me.”

Steve was sitting on Billy’s lap in the cafeteria. They would usually sit in one corner, tucked together and eating off the same tray.

“When is it?”

“It’ll start next Wednesday.” Steve had been through two heats after they made it official, so Billy was pretty attune with them, knew how long Steve would be out of school, knew from the phone calls he would get that Steve was fucking horny for all of it.

“I can do that for you, Baby. Spend the whole week fuckin’ you silly.” Steve smiled at him bashfully, tucking his face into Billy’s neck, his cheeks hot and red.

Billy had a bag with him when he arrived to Steve’s house on Wednesday. He wasn’t sure why, knew he was gonna be fucking naked most of the weekend.

Steve had stuck a note to the door, a little yellow Post-It with Steve’s neat handwriting.

The door’s open. I’m nesting :)

Billy tucked the note in his pocket, locking the door behind him.

The second he was inside, his nose perked up at the smell of ripe, horny omega. His omega.

He rushed upstairs, taking a second to calm himself down before entering Steve’s room.

Steve was nested under a pile of thick blankets, down feather duvets and heavy wool he had crotchet himself.

Billy stared at the lump of Steve in the bed, just taking in his scent.

And then he heard a moan.

“Alpha. I can smell you.”

He was pawing away blankets before he knew what he was doing, revealing a naked and very sweaty Steve, flushed red from his cheeks to his chest. And the pool of slick staining the sheets below him.

“Holy fuck, Pretty Boy.” Steve whined, his legs falling open.

“Want you. N-need you.”

“Yeah? You need me?” Steve bit his lip, whimpering as he nodded.

“Alpha, it hurts. Need you to make it better.” And then he chirped, high in his throat, the little involuntary response that drove Billy absolutely fucking wild. Billy growled.

“Omega, present.” Steve fucking scrambled.

He was all limb, long and awkward as he situated himself on his knees and elbows.

Slick was running down his thighs, adding to the wet spot below them.

He was pushing his hips back, angling them so Billy could see his wet little clutch, legs spread wide.

And he was making all these sounds, moaning and chirping and sobbing out for Billy.

“You’re so good. Such a perfect omega. So sweet and pretty, presenting for your alpha.” Steve trilled, high in his throat. “Tell me what you want.”

“Want you knot. Want you to fuck me, fill me up, make me so full.”

Billy had been really fucking hard in his jeans since the moment he had stepped into the house.

But this was on a whole other level.

He lowered himself down, licking a stripe of his sweet cunt, tongue flicking his cock, lapping up the slick that was fucking gushing out of him.

“Taste so good. Even fucking sweeter in heat. Just so fucking fertile.” Billy caught himself, his mind racing for a moment. He had never really gotten off on the whole fertility thing, never really looked at an omega and thought about filling them with his pup.

But the Steve shuddered, and fucking came untouched, just from Billy calling him fertile.

“You want me to knock you up? Cum so fucking deep inside you swell up?” Steve cried out, scrambling to get a pillow under his head as he fell apart.

And then he thought about Steve, pregnant and round, flushed and beautiful, and he needed to be inside him right fucking now.

He shed his clothes quickly, Steve watching with one eye, hips swaying gently back and forth.

He choked when he saw Billy’s cock, eyes going dark as he zeroed in on it, hard and curved to his stomach.

Billy positioned himself back behind Steve, sliding two fingers into him.

“Don’t, don’t need prep. I’m ready.”

“Don’t need it, or don’t want it?” Steve let out a tiny little growl. It was fucking cute. “You really just growled at me?” He pulled out his fingers. “Omega forget his place?”

“N-no, Alpha. I just, just want you. Want your knot so bad it hurts.” Billy shoved three fingers into him, making him groan and wiggle his hips.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please! I want you knot, please give me your knot, Alpha.” He was babbling away, making Billy grin, his dick twitching.

He took out his fingers and lined himself up.

“Begged me so pretty. So sweet and perfect.” And he pushed himself into Steve.

He was so fucking wet, slick dribbling down Billy’s pelvis, the front of his thighs as he began to fuck Steve, keeping his thrusts shallow, torturous. He had an iron grip on Steve’s hips, keeping him from fucking himself on Billy’s thick cock, fingers digging into the soft fat there.

“Faster, please.” Steve’s voice was small. But he had asked so nicely, hadn’t just tried to take, couldn’t with the way Billy was holding onto him.

“‘Course, Sweet Thing.” Billy pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside Steve, and then rammed back in, using Steve’s hips to move him along Billy’s dick like a little fucktoy.

Steve was chirping every time Billy slammed him back, like the force of his ass hitting Billy’s pelvis was ripping the sounds out of him.

He screamed when he came, two times in quick succession. He squeezed around Billy, got him nice and close.

Billy grabbed above Steve’s knees, sliding them back until Steve was flat on his stomach, Billy lying completely on top of him. He forced his knot inside his hot little hole, allowing it to swell and catch.

They were locked together as Billy came, spilling out a lot of spunk into Steve, making him cry out weekly into the pillow as he came one final time.

They lay for a moment, just catching their breath. Billy’s knots took a while to deflate when Steve was involved, and he found being on their knees for the duration of the wait was painful.

But from here, he could kiss Steve’s neck, could run soft hands up his sides.

“How you doin’, Sugar?” Steve hummed, sated and content.

“Real good, Bill.” The only times he was even borderline coherent during his what was when he was knotted, full and happy, the haze of hormones drifting off for a little bit. “Thanks for bein’ here.”

Billy kissed his neck some more, Steve gave a tired chirp. Billy purred.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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kerosene-insomniac · 3 years

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To Be So Lonely

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku

Warnings: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, homosexual behavior, strong language, mature themes, violence, major character death (not bakudeku)

Word Count for Chapter: 1,156 words

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always wanted to be a musician. Something about the lyric working with a melody to convey his feeling just made his heart race. After his father died when he was three, Izuku has always relied on his mother. She worked two jobs to care for him and always supported his dreams. But when his mother is diagnosed with breast cancer just after he graduated high school, Izuku has to shift his focus. Now he’s working two jobs and takes care of his mother with the help of his gay neighbors.

In an attempt to learn self-defense, Izuku takes a few classes at a local gym. It’s there that he meets Toshinori Yagi, an older beta who used to be a professional heavyweight boxer. Yagi notices Izuku’s potential and encourages the small omega to eventually go pro. So, in order to make more money, Izuku eventually agrees.

Bakugou Katsuki has only ever wanted to fight. Orphaned as the young age of four, Katsuki has been fighting to live for his entire life. Fighting is all he’s ever known. After fighting underground for a couple years, Katsuki is noticed by Todoroki Enji. The older alpha takes him in at 19 and names him the official successor of his legacy (especially since all of his actual kids hate him).

Now, Katsuki is 25-years-old and the professional heavyweight champion.

In a whirlwind of events, Katsuki meets Izuku in the unlikeliest of places. He watches the small omega perform and can’t help it feel extremely protective and absolutely enamored with him. The older alpha gets to meet him and say goodbye without even learning the omega’s name. Katsuki isn’t sure that they’ll ever meet again.

That is, until Katsuki officially meets Izuku at a professional lunch with his manager’s rival.

{OR}

The one where Katsuki is a professional alpha boxer with arrogance issues and Izuku is a stubborn omega that’s way little too reckless with his well-being.

With a wacky cast of characters (including three idiots, a manly best friend, a traumatized bastard with daddy-issues, and many more) absolutely hell-bent on getting them together, neither men can seem to catch a break

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Chapter Two!! I’ll be making a Master list soon don’t worry lol

{0.2} Most Omegas

“The funny thing about the heart is a soft heart is a strong heart, and a hard heart is a weak heart.”

― Criss Jami

I Z U K U

“You’re late, problem child.”

Izuku winced at the tone in Aizawa’s voice, gently closing the door behind him. The older beta was watching him with narrowed eyes, a cat in one hand and a cup in the other.

He looked as tired as Izuku felt.

Shota placed the cat on the floor and approached Izuku. He checked him over, his eyes still narrowed. “Did you get harassed by alphas again? I told Toshi to walk you home!”

“Dabi tried.” Izuku mumbled, wincing as Shota pinched his cheek.

The beta froze, raising an eyebrow at that. “That Todoroki kid? And what do you mean by tried?”

Izuku huffed, his freckled cheeks a rosy shade of pink. “I had the situation under control, but some alpha decided that he needed to fight for my honor. Then he insisted on walking me home.”

“What’s his name?”

The small omega shrugged. “I have no idea.”

THUNK!!

Shota held a rolled-up magazine in his hands, watching as Izuku squeaked. “You can’t walk home with strange alphas! Where’s your sense of self preservation?!”

Izuku rubbed his head, smiling slightly. “That’s exactly what he said. But I know how to take care of myself, Shota.”

“Then what are those bruises on your neck?”

Shit.

Izuku pulled his hoodie up higher to hide the finger-shaped bruises on his neck. “Dabi had me in a choke hold before Blondie stepped in.”

Shoto narrowed his eyes. “Blondie?”

“That’s what I called him in my head.”

The older beta sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in clear annoyance as he released the small omega. “Remind me to yell at Toshi in the morning. I know that he was out with his boyfriend, but you seem to attract trouble on your own.”

Izuku frowned, pouting slightly. “But Shota-“

“Just go see your mother, problem child. She’s worried.”

The small omega immediately shut his mouth and complied. If his mother was worried, that means she been stressing over his wellbeing. The last thing he needs is for his mother to feel overwhelmed.

Inko was laying down on her bed with a silk bonnet on her head. Her bedside lamp was turned on and a book sat in her lap. She looked exhausted, but obviously trying to stay awake.

It made Izuku’s heart hurt.

“I’m home, mom.”

Inko looked up from her book, her green eyes lighting up at the sight of her son. “Oh thank god, Izuku. I was so worried!”

Izuku smiled reassuringly, effortlessly hiding the bruises on his neck. “You know that Uncle Shota won’t let anything happen to me. Shinsou won’t, either.”

“But you know how I worry, Izu.”

The small omega nodded, glancing around his mother’s room. “Did Hisashi give you your medication? I know that he forgets sometimes.”

Inko nodded, studying her son.

Izuku didn’t notice, obviously preoccupied with checking everything. He counts her medication every night and makes sure that her clothes are set out for the next day. Shota and Hisashi, who had been their neighbors since he was small, always took care of her during the day.

“Did you meet an alpha?”

Izuku froze, his heart racing in his chest. “What makes you say that? You know that I’m too busy for alphas, mom.”

Inko raised an eyebrow. “I can smell him on you, Izuku. His pheromones are all over your jacket.”

“How do you know it’s a ‘he’?”

His mother blinked. “The pheromones are too masculine to be a female alpha. Are you going to tell me about him or not?”

Izuku sighed, carefully sitting on his mother’s bed. “There’s nothing to tell, mom. He offered to walk me home after my shift and I let him. I don’t even know his name.”

“He sounds sweet.” Inko mumbled, making Izuku blush.

The small omega stood again and pressed a soft kiss to his mother’s forehead. “I’m heading to bed. I have training with Toshinori-sensei in the morning before I go to work.”

Inko nodded, weakly hugging her son. “Good night, Izu. Tell Toshinori that I said hello.”

“I will, mom.”

******

K A T S U K I

Blondie…

Katsuki watched with a fluttering heart as the small omega walked inside the building. A large part of him wanted to follow and be absolutely sure that he got home okay, but he knows better than to press.

The red-eyed alpha swallowed thickly and brought his hand to his face. It smelled heavily of the omega, which made his skin flush.

It’s totally not weird that he’s smelling his hand..

It’s perfectly normal.

Katsuki sighed and turned to walk back towards the bar. He had stepped out for a break from the idiots, but that break turned into a whole adventure.

They’re probably worried, though.

As Katsuki passed the alley he had fought Dabi in, he noticed that the scarred alpha was gone. He really shouldn’t be surprised, especially since Touya has always been good at running away from problems.

Katsuki stepped inside the bar again, mentally preparing himself to interact with his drunk extras. They’d probably annoy him with questions.

Like always.

“YEET!”

A beer can flew past Katsuki’s face, immediately making the alpha dodge just in time. Loud, drunk, and incredibly annoying laughter came from his group of idiots. It wasn’t all that surprising.

Kaminari grinned, pointing in Katsuki’s direction. “He’s back! Boom-Boom-Boi has returned!”

Katsuki’s eye twitched as the group erupted in giggles again.

It takes everything in him not to commit homicide.

“I was gone for thirty fucking minutes?!” Katsuki huffed, scowling in Shinsou’s direction. “How much did they drink?”

Shinsou shrugged, acting oblivious as Kaminari played with his hair. “It was tequila, and I lost count after ten shots.”

Mina, who looked the most inebriated, quickly down another shot before pointing at Katsuki. “Don’t act so innocent, Blasty! You were gone as soon as the musician walked off the stage!”

“You’re right, babe.” Kirishima slurred, grinning at Katsuki.

The pink-haired omega giggled, poking Kirishima’s cheek. “I always am! I bet Blasty went and tried to flirt!”

Katsuki scoffed, his skin a slight pink color. “I went out for some fresh air, Racoon Eyes. Nothing else.”

“Then why do you smell like an omega?”

Fuck.

Shinsou sat up straighter at Mina’s words, his eyes narrowing in Katsuki’s direction. “She’s right. Why do you smell like my best friend, Bakugou?”

“Oooh…” Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina gasped.

Katsuki took a deep breath and tried to calm his frustration. “I was minding my business when I saw your friend being pulled into an alley. I thought that he was with a friend, but heard fighting.”

Shinsou’s frown deepened. “Did you do something?!”

“I’m getting there, asshat!” Katsuki snapped, obviously annoyed.

The red-eyed alpha sighed, rubbing his temples after a few seconds. “By the time I got over there, Touya Todoroki had him pinned against the wall. I kicked his ass, but your friend tried to run away from me.”

Mina squealed, hiccuping a bit. “You’re like his knight in shining armor! How cute!”

“So it was Dabi?” Shinsou looked more relaxed than before.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the beta’s relaxed demeanor. “Yeah. He was talking about assaulting your friend if I hadn’t showed up.”

Shinsou shrugged, taking a sip of his water.

“I’’m sure he had it handled. I don’t blame him for running from you, though. You’re much bigger than his usual opponents.”

For some reason, this pissed Katsuki off.

It seemed like Shinsou wasn’t worried about his best friend, who is an unrated omega, being assaulted by a random alpha!? Who the fuck is okay with that and thinks the omega can deal with it?!

Katsuki growled, crossing his arms. “What kind of friend are you?! He’s a fucking omega who could’ve been assaulted!”

“Why do you care so much?”

“What don’t you care at all?!”

Shinsou sighed, obviously unaffected by Katsuki’s tone. “I care, but I know that he can handle Dabi. I appreciate that you helped him, though.”

Katsuki clenched his jaw. “So it happens often? He mentioned that this wasn’t going to be the last time he would fight him.”

“As you know, Dabi doesn’t like losing.”

Losing?

Before Katsuki could voice his concerns or say anything at all, Shinsou stood on his feet. Kaminari clung to his side, mumbling bullshit to himself as his boyfriend held him upright.

“We should get them home.” Shinsou murmured lowly, locking eyes with Katsuki. “Denki is crashing at my place. Do you have the lovebirds?”

Katsuki huffed, looking at Mina and Kirishima. “Of course I do. I’m not a shitty person, Eye Bags.”

Shinsou shrugged. “I never said you were.”

“It was implied. I’m not weak.”

The purple-haired beta sighed, sounding exhausted as he looked Katsuki head on. “I meant what I said. Thank you for making sure that my friend was okay. He doesn’t like it when people, especially alphas, help him.”

Katsuki’s head snapped up. “But he’s an omega.”

“Your point?”

The blond alpha furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m sure that he’s had multiple alphas try to court him. He should be used to alpha’s by now.”

Shinsou snickered, already starting to walk away with Kaminari.. “He’s not like most omegas, Bakugou. He has high standards when it comes to courting, and he definitely won’t let an alpha fight his battles.”

“What does that-“ Katsuki started, but Shinsou was already out of earshot.

Fucking figures.

#alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha bakugou #omega deku #bnha crack #bakudeku #bakudeku fan fiction #ao3 #fanfiction #bnha #bakugou x midoriya #boxer au

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buckyscrystalqueen · 4 years

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The Resistant Omega: Part 3

Pairings: Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, homophobia???

Word Count: 3,287

Part 1 / Part 2

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“Well look-ie here, boys. It’s the Queen fucking fairy himself.” Terry Milkovich yelled as loud as he could not a second after you walked into the Alibi like you did every Friday night. “How you doin, fairy?”

“Leave it.” You growled as you headed over to the bar. You purposely ignored Mickey in the corner and pulled your wallet from your pocket.

“Usual, (Y/N)?” Kate asked as she started grabbing cups.

“You know it, baby girl.” She blushed, and looked away as you put a fifty on the bar.

“I still don’t know how you fucking do it, man.” Your friend, Sam said as he leaned on the bar next to you. “You have them wrapped around your fucking fingers.”

“No, not at all.” You teased with a glance over at him. “My cock, maybe.” He laughed and punched your arm as you blew a kiss at Kate and grabbed your glass. You grabbed your usual table in the far corner as Jax started to wrack the balls on the pool table.

“So I got word down the line.” Sam said softly as you grabbed a cue from the holder on the wall. “New box coming out of the North in the next five beats.”

“Where’s it coming out of?”

“New York.”

“What’s the haul?” You asked as you got chalk on your hand.

“There’s no manifest.” Jax muttered as he reached in front of you to grab a cue, too. “So there’s no guarantee….”

“Then we don’t fucking touch it.” You said flatly as you stepped around him and grabbed your beer. “We don’t fucking take runs we aren’t sure of. That’s how we get fucking caught, or how we end up with shit we can’t dump.”

“Dude… we are getting low…” Jax tried as you grabbed the cue ball and set it down on the table where you wanted it.

“Then we get low.” You growled as you looked up at him. You glanced down at the table and made your shot before standing up to look at him. “Do you think I don’t fucking plan for this shit, dumbass? Really? I’ve been thirty steps ahead of you for fucking years and you still haven’t fucking caught up. I have fucking pipe everywhere. We don’t need some manifest-less crap shot. Now far fucking be it from me to tell you what the fuck to do, Jax because I am not your Goddamn keeper. You wanna take the fucking run, go right on ahead. But shit coming outta New York with an unknown fucking manifest could mean Pfizer or it could be fucking Johnson and Johnson baby soap. So get me a fucking manifest or shut the fuck up about it. Sam, play.”

“What fucking pipe do you have?” Jax hissed as you pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket and habitually scanned the room for assholes and eavesdroppers alike.

“The kind that you don’t need to fucking worry about until I tell you you need to fucking worry about them.”

“You know, you really are a fucking asshole.”

“Yea, story of my fucking life.” You grumbled around your cigarette as you lined up for your next shot. “Much easier being a fucking asshole than tolerating the fucking bullshit in the fucking world.”

“Don’t get fucking married then.” He chuckled as he subtly sold some pills to one of the bar regulars, Kermit. “You have to be a fucking asshole and deal with the fucking bullshit.”

“That’s why you don’t get fuckin’ married.” You laughed as you walked around the table. “Problem fucking solved, bitch.”

“You hear that, Joey? The faggot thinks it can get married.” You glanced over and ducked Joey’s fist, but Terry’s caught you right in the middle of the stomach. Your beer glass shattered to the floor as you slammed into the wall behind you.

“Kev!” Kate screeched as you ducked Terry’s next punch while Sam tackled Joey to the floor to keep the fight even. Your claws almost literally came out as you slammed your fist into his face with the full intention of breaking every fucking bone in the man’s face not for your sake, but for Mickey’s.

“Alright, alright. Get him up!” Kev yelled as Terry managed to get a solid hit to your jaw.

“Fucking fag!” He shouted at you as Jax dragged you back away from the fight.

“Oh, it’s OK, Terry.” You taunted with a wide, bloody grin. “I know you fucking wish you could be sucking my cock tonight, mother fucker.”

“You sick fuck!” He shouted as he lunged toward you just as the first cop walked in. “Fucking faggot!” You laughed and held your hands up in surrender as a few more cops filed in to the bar. You were just about to put your hands behind your head when Mickey ran up and punched you hard in the face, easily breaking your nose.

“Mother fucker!”

“On the ground, Milkovich!”

“Good hit, boy!” Terry shouted as you were man handled on to your knees. You felt one of your friends slip a wad of cash into your sock, which you would absolutely need on the inside since this assault charge would land you at least a few months. You cracked your knuckles behind your back and glanced over at Jax.

“Get my fucking lawyer and keep your fucking phone on.” He nodded his head as you looked at the cop that had hand cuffed you. You purposely put the breaks on, since John was a beta that liked to dance on the wild side in your bed when his wife was at her sister’s, and glanced at Mickey’s back as he was carted out the door. “There’s a Franklin in my pocket to get Mickey into honor block, away from the others, and in my cell. It’s consensual. And he lawyers up with my lawyer without his fucking narrow-minded dickhead of a father finding out.” John looked down at you with a small nod and gave you a firm shove forward.

“Call it even with Shannon’s inhalers next month.” You nodded in agreement and got into the back of the cop car with a heavy sigh.

“Fucking Milkovich.”

——

“I called bottom an hour ago.” Mickey said without even moving his arm away from his face.

“You’re gunna take whatever fucking bed I fuckin tell you to fucking take after you broke my Goddamn nose, bitch.” Your Omega shot up off the bed as you dropped your bed roll on the top bunk.

“I…”

“Scoot over. I’m fucking tired.”

“Alpha…”

“Scoot!” You barked as you grabbed your paper thin pillow and your pack of smokes. “Jesus Christ.” He scooted back against the wall as you dropped your pillow on top of his and handed him a lit cigarette. “Had to fucking gun for the fucking nose?”

“I fucking panicked, OK?” He snapped. You nodded your head and ashed on the floor as you laid down on the bed just as the lights in your cell went out since it was the middle of the night and the rest of the block was asleep.

“The fuck were you thinking, Mickey?” He shrugged and pulled your legs across his lap.

“Being without you.” He sighed. “That’s all I thought.” You exhaled forcefully and reached your hand down to find his hip.

“The fuck am I gunna do with you?” He shrugged in the darkness and stretched forward to ash on the ground as well.

“Well I can think of one thing you can do to me.” You made a loud buzzer sound and shook your head as you took one long, last drag before you called it a night.

“Your ass is fucking grounded until further notice.”

“What, because I fucking hit you?”

“Yep, and because I didn’t want the first time I actually spent the whole night with my Omega to be in a fucking jail cell.” You smirked and got up to put your cigarette butt in the toilet and to take off your stupid orange jumpsuit to get comfortable for bed. “So you can thank your Old Man for you not getting laid tonight.”

“I can’t fucking win.”

“You never will.” You huffed as you tossed his finished cigarette in the toilet and flushed them both. “Get used to it. Get your spot, ‘mega.”

“You sleep in my bed, you’re gunna out me…”

“I’m not gunna out you because just like every time I come to fucking jail, I will spend my days sitting in a fucking corner by the phones, doing puzzles, playing solitaire, and making sure my business doesn’t fucking collapse in the next couple months. And you can either be your adorable Alpha self far away from me so your image is protected or you can make a choice to be seen doing puzzles, playing cards, and working for me. I leave that up to you. But you jump on the faggot train in here and I will put you in your Goddamn place just like I would everyone else. And I’m gunning for your fucking nose first.”

“Yes, Alpha.” He chuckled as he pulled your arm around his chest and kissed your fingers. “Good night, (Y/N).” You smirked and kissed his shoulder.

“Good night, baby boy.”

——

“OK, get a fucking pen.” You growled to Jax the second he picked up the phone. “I got a lot to fucking get through in a short period of time.”

“Well good fucking morning to you, too.” He chuckled. “Sleep well?”

“Fuck off.” You growled as you leaned against the wall. “Alright, first and foremost, I need you to go to Gertie’s. Let Sandra know I’m going to be gone a while, but that won’t stop you from getting her meds.”

“What meds…”

“Don’t… fucking interrupt me.” You growled. “Just fucking tell her the shit will be delivered like usual. Then, go to my fucking house. Upstairs in my bedroom under the bedside table on the far side of the bed, is a cardboard box with suppressants in it. I need a month supply. Don’t! Ask fucking questions!” You barked when Jax tried to cut you off again. “Fuckin a! Get those, some blues, and like 2 grand in cash to the jail within the next two hours. Skids is running visitation today and he’ll get them to me. Now, the list of Gertie’s meds is on the bulletin board in the fucking laundry room hidden under the fucking menu for that Chinese place up the block. Just pay attention to the names and doses and match them up carefully. There’s a Spanish bus coming up the coast in about four days. Should spit out enough beans to keep everyone fucking grassy for a nice long while. I’ll set it up from in here.”

“Need a burner?”

“Got one. Just keep my books up and I’ll check in.”

“Need me to leave visitations open for anyone?” Your eyes darted over to where Mickey was watching the morning news on the only, shitty TV.

“No… fuck that. Ain’t no one need to see me in here. Just lock up my house on the way out and keep an eye on it and Gertie for me. I’m lookin’ at max three months which ain’t shit but an annoyance.”

“Yea, you got it.” He sighed. “I’m leaving the house now.”

“You somehow manage to burn my fucking business to the ground and I’ll cut your fucking throat out.”

“I know the fucking drill, asshole.” He laughed before he hung up the phone. You dropped the receiver on the holder and turned toward ‘the bubble’ where the guards all sat. You wordlessly told them that you’d have a delivery in a few hours, and grabbed your seat at your table to settle in for a long next few months. You grabbed one of your last cigarettes and sparked it up as you pulled the top off the box of a lighthouse puzzle that was probably missing pieces.

“Hey, bitch! What you got there?” Mickey asked in a cocky tone as he grabbed your cigarettes off the table. “Well, don’t mind if I fucking do.”

“You put that fucking cigarette in your fucking mouth and I’ll cut your fucking dick off.” You replied as you started to slowly separate the pieces.

“Oh, is that a fucking dare?” He asked as he sat down at the table beside you. You looked up at him to see that he was alone and used a puzzle piece to push your matches toward him.

“Fucking promise. I’m gunna need you to be a fucking runner for me in here. Got one of my guys bringing in some blues, and I surprisingly don’t have fuckers in H block right now to work for me. So you just got hired.”

“Wow… so I’m a bitch, now.”

“Personally, I wouldn’t announce it to the fucking universe if I were you.” You teased with a smile. “But I’m not paying you with dick for you to keep your back on my enemies. Turn the fuck around and do your goddamn job so I can jigsaw in peace.”

“Fuckin’ bossy.” He huffed as he got up and sat down across the metal table from you with his back to you. “The fuck you lookin’ at?”

“Bark, bark.” You muttered under your breath as you matched two edge pieces.

“Fuck you.”

——

You were expecting a few weeks of incarceration, but on only day three, someone posted your bail.

“(Y/L/N)! You posted!” You actually froze in your spot with a puzzle piece in your fingers, as you ran through the list in your head on who would have thought wasting their money on you was a good idea.

“Fucking idiots.”

“Don’t…” Mickey practically whispered as you started cleaning up the puzzle pieces.

“I’ll post your bail the second I hit the streets.” You said under your breath. “You’ll be home in no time.” He barely nodded his head and held out his hand to pass you the rest of your pills and your money. “Just unload it and unload it fast.” You said as you took the cash. He hummed as you got barked at again to hurry up. You slid some cash into Mickey’s suppressants box, just in case, and grabbed your still untouched bed roll from your bunk. The process of you getting out took about half an hour, and your first phone call was going to be to Jax had Sandra not been waiting for you.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You asked as she came over and gave you a hug.

“Mom has been screaming for two days. Jax came in instead of you and she just lost her mind… I couldn’t even leave for work yesterday and she barely let me out of the house this morning until I swore I’d come back with you.”

“OK. OK.” You said with a nod as you kissed the top of her head and pulled out your wallet. “Look, I need you to do one more thing for me before I take you home. I need you to bail someone else out. I can’t, I’m a felon. Mikhailo Milkovich.”

“OK… Wait, what is the name?”

“I’ll write it down.” You chuckled as you handed her five hundred bucks. “Keep the rest for your troubles and to cover gas and my bail. And I’ll make sure he shows up for court.”

“I don’t doubt it.” She said as she took your note turned to head toward the bail bondsmen again. When she was out of earshot, you pulled out your phone and called Jax.

“How the fuck are you calling from your phone?”

“Apparently, you scared the fuck out of Gertie, so Sandra had to come bail me out. Get a fucking pen.”

“What the fuck is with you and pens?”

“Because you’re a fucking scatterbrained mother fucker and you’d probably forget your own Goddamn name if you’re Omega wasn’t screaming it at all hours of the fucking day.”

“Fuck you.”

“I need you, Sam, and Daryl at my house in two hours. I need a satellite, and street maps of everything south of Chicago, east of Peoria to the state line, and North of Champaign. I’m also gunna need every available man and vehicle we can get our hands on this weekend and the cars ready. And a large fucking pie because jail food sucks dick.”

“Wait… are we going after the New York haul?”

“No. We’re going after a big pharma distribution truck I just heard about before another crew gets to it.”

“We’re what now?”

“Be at my fucking house.” You repeated before hanging up the phone at the same time Sandra walked out of the office. “Thank you, sweetheart. You OK to wait for a bit?”

“Absolutely.” She said with a smile as you pulled out your cigarettes and held the pack out to her. “John’s staying with mom today until I could get you home and I get another day off this week to breathe.”

“So what the hell happened?” You laughed as you followed her over to her car to wait. “Did she throw things?”

“I had to walk over what I assumed was a shattered glass vase and then had to spend an hour separating and reorganizing a med container that she threw at him but all in all, she was just doing a lot of screaming.”

“She’s always been a fucking pistol.” You laughed as you both leaned against the side of her car.

“So who’s this guy to you? Someone special if I’m bailing his ass.” You smirked and looked up at the jail with a small shake of your head.

“My Omega.” You glanced over at her as she pouted out her bottom lip.

“Awww!!!!”

“Stop.”

“But my big brother finally has an Omega!”

“Yea, but he’s not out yet and he’s a fucking mess so we’re not gunna bring it up until he’s ready, OK?”

“Aww! You’re all protective, how cute!”

“Fuckin’ shit.” You chuckled as you bumped her shoulder with yours. She giggled and laid her head on your arm with a heavy sigh.

“Young love is a beautiful thing.” You nodded your head and put your arm around her shoulders as you fell into a comfortable silence to wait.

“Who the fuck is this bitch?” You looked over at the side door Mickey was walking out of almost an hour later and gestured to him dismissively.

“That’s your first impression? Mickey, Sandra who is as close to a sister as I’ve ever had. She’s the reason we’re walking free so show some fucking respect. Get in, asshole. I got shit to do.” He rolled his eyes at you and got in the back seat as you took the keys from Sandra, and headed around the car to open her door. Once you got in, you adjusted your seat and the mirrors and looked back at Mickey. “Which house?”

“The fuck you talkin’ about?”

“Bitch, she’s fucking family. She had you fucking made as someone close to me the moment I had her bail your ass outta fucking jail. So what fucking house? I got shit to do and the boys comin’ over…”

“Yours.” He said as he sat back in his seat and glanced at Sandra. She pouted out her bottom lip again and looked over at you as you headed home.

“Shut up.” You chuckled as you reached over and pushed her face away.

“You say a Goddamn word and I’ll fucking kill you!” Mickey threatened, causing you to growl at him as you caught his eye in the rearview mirror.

“‘mega, I will kick your fucking ass.”

Part 4

#mickey milkovich x reader #Mickey Milkovich x Male Reader #Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader #The Resistant Omega

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spidercakes · 4 years

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The prequel to this mob AU :) I ended up going with their first time together in a prequel type deal, but I might write one that takes place after the first one too!

Tag: @thewolffearsher

Warnings: underage, abo, smut, uneven power dynamics.

When Tony looks over and sees the beautiful omega in the pleated pink skirt and the soft looking white sweater he knew he had to have him. He’s got his sleeve curled around his hand and he holds it up to his face, laughing into it adorably at something one of his friends have said. Tony looks him over for any hint of interests, something he can attempt to use to strike up some conversation with and frowns a little when he finds nothing. Instead the omega looks over, presumably sensing someone watching him, and his cheeks turn a little red when he spots Tony. He turns back to his friends and Tony considers leaving but something about the omega draws him in so he doesn’t.

After a few moments he looks back over his shoulder at Tony, smiling a little at him before he turns back around and yeah, Tony needs a way to keep that one around now.

Peter isn’t really used to feeling attractive, no one in his school seems to consider him much though he did go on that date with Liz once. It didn’t work out but they did make pretty good friends so he’s not really upset about it much but still, generally speaking people don’t find him attractive. So maybe, he thinks, that’s why he’s sitting across the table from Tony drinking hot chocolate because he thinks both coffee and tea are disgusting.

“You’re missing out,” Tony tells him, half a grin on his lips as he takes a drink of his coffee, black. As if it couldn’t get worse it doesn’t even have anything in it and Peter wrinkles his nose. He can see the way Tony reacts, the way his dark eyes track the action intently even though it isn’t necessarily a positive one. Peter isn’t used to this level of scrutiny ending up leaving a person more interested in him than less but if nothing else Tony has interest in spades.

He doesn’t exactly know what to do with that but he likes the feeling of someone looking at him like Tony does, like he’s the only person in the room he’s even noticed. Peter shakes his head, “I’m really not. You can suffer with your bitter bean water but I’m perfectly happy with liquid chocolate, thank you.” He takes a drink of the hot chocolate and licks his lip, noticing the definite pique in Tony’s attention.

“You wanna go somewhere?” Tony asks, forward in a way that seems unique to him.

The last thing Peter expects himself to say is, “yes!” He expects even less to end up in Tony’s lap in his car with Tony’s hands all over him. The way he feels Peter’s body, hands expertly moving over his hips and thighs then up his back, making him moan softly has him unexpectedly wanting more. Its not that he has no experience, its just that he doesn’t have much and Quent never made him feel anything like this. Tony’s hands aren’t clumsy as they feel him up, exploring him in a way that tells Peter he knows exactly what he wants and that makes him moan more.

“No one ever touched you like this?” he murmurs, hand slipping under his skirt before Tony moans. “Not even wearing panties, baby?” he asks, squeezing Peter’s ass. He’d be embarrassed of how slick he is but Tony’s quick to explore and the moment he feels the slick he moans again loudly. “Can I-” Tony starts but Peter cuts him off.

“Yes, please,” he says, shifting his hips into Tony’s a little and feeling a bit proud of how hard Tony is. Tony swears softly, feeling at his hole with his fingers and Peter moans, clinging to his shirt as he presses back into Tony’s hand.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” Tony murmurs as he teases at his hole. “So slick for me. Think you could take two fingers?” he asks.

“Take more than that when I finger myself, so probably,” Peter says, cheeks turning a little red when he realizes how embarrassing that is to say out loud or at least he thinks that until he sees Tony’s face.

Peter’s breath is caught by how turned on he looks, how wrecked and they haven’t even done much. “How about you show me what you do,” Tony murmurs, prodding him out of his lap and laughing a little when Peter pouts at him. “Don’t be like that baby,” Tony says as he presses Peter into the seat of the car. It doesn’t give them much space but Peter doesn’t really want it and Tony definitely doesn’t, and the tinted windows at least give them a modicum of privacy.

Tony looks down at him almost expectantly and Peter hasn’t really done anything like this before and he doesn’t want to mess it up somehow and- “Don’t be shy, baby. I already like what I see,” Tony tells him, fingers trailing down Peter’s thigh lightly. “Just do what you always do.”

He takes a deep breath to steady himself and reaches down to cup himself softly. Tony leans in, pressing his legs further apart as Peter’s hand wanders lower, massaging his balls for a few moments before he runs his fingers over his hole. He moans, feeling the slight shivers through his thighs as he teases at his hole again. “You got a sensitive hole, baby?” Tony asks and Peter nods.

“F-feels really good when I just-” he stops talking and lets out a low keening noise when he dips his fingers into his hole a little. He repeats the action, feeling the way Tony’s fingers flex on his thighs as he begins to move faster. He loves this, teasing at his hole before he finally fills it, taking his time with himself to get really worked up. Tony clearly likes it too, eyes on every movement Peter makes, licking his lips as he takes one hand off Peter’s thigh and cups himself through his slacks.

Peter moans, back arching a little as Tony’s reactions encourage him. He lets his fingers dip in a little further, not enough to really count but enough to stretch him a little and he gasps loudly. “Fuck baby, take those fingers, show me how good you are,” Tony tells him, leaning forward as Peter follows his instructions, eyes on Tony the whole time he presses his fingers into himself. He pulls his fingers slowly out, teasing at his hole for a moment before putting them back inside himself. He watches as Tony looks him over intently, pants opened up as he feels himself through his underwear and Peter gets an idea.

He pulls his fingers out of himself slowly, watching Tony carefully track the movement before he sits up a little and reaches out, batting Tony’s hand away from himself. He replaces Tony’s hand with his own and carefully feels Tony through the material, earning a sharp gasp of pleasure out of him. “Fuck, Peter,” Tony murmurs as he wraps his arms around Peter’s waist. “That’s it baby, feel me,” he tells Peter, hand settling over his and adjusting his grip a little. “Just like this,” Tony says, guiding Peter’s hand the way he likes and moaning. He presses his face into Peter’s hair, hips canting up into Peter’s hand and he moans softly too.

He’s never had this happen before, having someone so into him and he likes the power he feels massaging Tony the way he likes. He likes that Tony is panting in his grasp, hands tight at his hips as he whines a little- he likes that he’s the one who got Tony to make all those noises. “Shit, baby, let me fuck you,” Tony says, voice a little high and Peter takes a self esteem hit off that too.

He reaches out, emboldened by Tony’s enthusiasm, and guides it to his ass. He moans when Tony’s fingers slip inside of him, moving their way in and out slowly. Peter’s breath picks up a little as Tony’s pace moves up a little, earning a small grin out of Tony. “That feel good, baby?” he asks.

Peter nods, “yeah,” he says, voice breathy as he presses back into Tony’s hand. “Put another finger in me,” he adds. Tony moans and obliges, pressing another finger in as he watches Peter’s face. Peter’s breath is coming quick and he can’t help the small whine he lets out. “Baby fuck me hard,” he tells Tony, “please baby you feel so good.”

Tony leans into his neck, nosing at it and licking a sensitive spot that leaves Peter gasping. “Be better on my cock, baby,” Tony tells him and Peter nods.

“Fuck okay, wanna feel stretched out and oh!” Tony pulls him into his lap, fingers slipping out of him easily but Peter doesn’t get time to mourn the loss before Tony’s fingers are replaced with his cock and he can feel himself stretch open. “Oh my god, yes,” Peter moans, head dropping to Tony’s shoulder for a moment before he leans in and scents him. He swears loudly when he feels Tony throb inside him and he noses at Tony’s neck a second time. Tony’s dick twitches again as Peter bottoms out in Tony’s lap, Tony’s hands tight on his hips.

“Keep doing that,” Tony tells him, hand in Peter’s hair as he guides his kisses along his neck. Peter figures it out pretty quick and shifts his hips as he sucks at a sensitive spot on Tony’s neck. Tony swears, gripping his hips hard and moving Peter’s hips the way he wants. Peter gasps and moans, panting in Tony’s neck.

“Oh my god you feel so good inside me,” Peter whispers to him, “feel so full baby.”

“You like this?” Tony says, fucking up into him harder. Peter nods a little frantically.

“I really, really do Tony. Feels so good when you fuck into me like that, so much better than my toys,” he moans, fingers clinging to Tony’s shirt.

“You fuck yourself with toys, baby?” Tony asks and Peter nods. “Do me a favor,” he murmurs, “and when you get home put on something pretty and fuck yourself with your favorite toy and send me a video, hmm?”

Peter nods, “I can do that, if you want.”

Tony moans into his neck, “oh you have no idea how much I want,” Tony tells him, hands squeezing his ass. He pulls back for a moment to kiss Peter, feverish with it almost.

He can see the desire in Tony’s eyes, the way he looks at Peter almost hungrily. “It’s a pretty glass dildo, pink. Has a really good curve on it,” Peter tells him, feeling a small rush of power and lust when Tony moans. He could used to feeling like this, like he’s actually sexy and desirable, like he has an influence on someone.

“How often do you fuck your dildo, baby?” Tony asks, moving some of Peter’s hair away from his face.

He moans as Tony fucks into him just right. “Almost every night. Sometimes it’s not enough and I have to get another toy. Like the inflatable one, makes it feel like I’ve taken a knot. Makes me cum so good,” Peter tells him.

“That what you needed baby, a real cock? Gunna be hungry for it now,” Tony tells him. “Gunna want my cock all the time.”

Peter shifts his hips into Tony’s, “if you fuck me this good every time I’ll fuck you whenever you want,” he murmurs.

Tony lets out a low laugh, “then have your pretty ass ready for me tomorrow morning. I’ve got a lot to teach you.”

“Teach me?” Peter asks.

“Baby, a body like yours and your fuckin’ beautiful hole, ‘m not going anywhere. Gunna teach you how to fuck me just right,” Tony tells him.

Peter lets out a low moan, back arching into Tony and he doesn’t know what it is about Tony’s words that makes him so hot but he doesn’t really care either. “Tony m’gonna cum,” he says, voice shifting up a couple octaves as he bounces on Tony’s dick faster, chasing his own pleasure.

Tony’s hands guide his hips, moving him the way he wants and he swears under his breath. “That’s it baby, just like that,” Tony tells him, fingers skating up Peter’s back as he moans.

“Gunna cum in me?” Peter asks, nosing at the underside of Tony’s jaw.

Tony lets out a low string of swear words. “that what you want, me to cum in you?” he asks.

Peter nods frantically, has had fantasies about it for awhile. “Feels too good for you to pull out,” he tells Tony.

“Fuck it does,” Tony murmurs, shifting his hips up into Peter’s.

He moans, hand moving to curl into Tony’s hair, guiding him into his neck while his other hand clings tight to Tony’s shirt. “Tony m’so close,” he says, “so close to cumming.”

“Shh baby, I’ll take care of you,” Tony murmurs to him, licking up the side of his neck. Peter tilts his head so Tony has better access and gasps a little when his teeth lightly graze Peter’s neck. “Like that?” Tony asks and Peter nods, giving a Tony a small ‘mhm’ with it. Tony kisses his neck softly and then bites him again, harder this time and Peter’s brain shorts out for a moment as the shock of pleasure send him over the edge.

“Tony!” he yells, hand in Tony’s hair gripped tight between his fingers.

Peter bites his lip and waits nervously for a response from Tony. He’d put a lot of effort into it too, making sure the lighting looked nice, and that the camera angle was good. That’s difficult when he’s working with a cell phone but it did come out nice, maybe, he thinks. It takes a half an hour but when his phone buzzes and its Tony he’s relieved.

Baby that was amazing

He grins, hugging the phone to his chest and wiggling on his bed excitedly. He’d been so nervous and he’s never... well, sent anyone anything like that before. He’s sent a couple racy pictures, but nothing like that so he didn’t really know what to expect. Apparently a positive response so Peter bites his lip. He hadn’t just made one video, couldn’t with how worked up he was, so he’d made another mostly for fun. For a moment he considers whether or not he should but figures screw it, he already sent one he might as well send this one too.

Was still horny so I made this too

Peter sends the video and sits back to wait for a response to that, biting his lip again. Its fine, he’s sure, but he also doesn’t want to wait around worrying so he grabs the nearest book to him from his bed and wrinkles his nose when its Macbeth. He lets out an annoyed sigh and settles in not that he wants to. He would have preferred the math to anything involving his English classes but a distraction is a distraction. He doesn’t get far before his phone buzzes and then buzzes again. He frowns when he realizes its a phone call but picks it up anyway.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in years,” Tony tells him in a low tone, still breathing heavily. Peter smiles, feeling an unexpected surge in confidence that he likes.

“Mm, couldn’t get you out of my head,” he says honestly. The last thing he’d expected from this was fucking Tony in his car and then sending him a couple videos of him fucking himself with a dildo. When this started he didn’t even expect Tony to pay for the hot chocolate.

Tony laughs softly, “know the feeling, baby. See you tomorrow?” he asks.

Peter feels giddy, happy. “Of course you will,” Peter tells him.

He’s lucky with this one and Tony knows it too. Peter is so soft and pliable and so willing to do whatever Tony wants. What makes him worth keeping is that he’s not stupid and that’s a feat in his standards. That and he’s damn addictive in his fish nets and fake leather skirt. Tony wouldn’t think he’d like pink on fake leather but Peter pulls it off.

Peter laughs, making an effort to keep quiet as Tony kisses him softly. “Tony, my aunt is like two rooms over,” he murmurs.

Tony grins, “what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, baby. Now come here,” he tells Peter, pulling him flush to his body.

Peter puts on a show of being put out but he leans into Tony anyway. He slips a hand down Peter’s back and over his ass, squeezing for a moment before he dips his hand lower and slips it under Peter’s skirt. Peter gasps softly and lets Tony lift his skirt over his hips a little. He shifts his position a bit and cups Peter through his fishnets, finding him hard already.

“Tony,” Peter whispers. “Tony I don’t think I can be quiet.”

Fuck, he doesn’t turn Tony down, he’s just worried he won’t be quiet enough. “Make you a deal,” Tony murmurs, “you be good for me and stay as quiet as you can and I’ll buy you whatever toy you want,” he tells Peter.

Peter moans softly, “whatever I want?” Peter repeats, Tony’s hand lifting his thigh higher.

“Whatever you want,” Tony tells him. “Doesn’t matter how much it cost.”

“Okay,” Peter murmurs, head tilted to the side so Tony as proper access to his neck. Tony tests his limits, nosing at Peter’s neck and smiling when Peter lets out a soft whine, fingers curling into his shirt. Tony licks his way up Peter’s neck, teeth grazing over his skin lightly and Peter moans loudly.

Tony laughs, “shh, baby. Gotta be quiet for me, hmm?”

Peter whines softly, “feels good though,” he murmurs. He takes a step back and Peter quickly takes a step forward, “no, no, no don’t go anywhere I can be quiet,” he says, fingers curling back into Tony’s shirt.

He carefully pries Peter’s fingers off, “relax baby, I’m not going anywhere, I just want you out of those clothes.” Peter grins, happily going with Tony’s suggestion as he pulls his skirt back down and unzips it, tossing it aside. Tony reaches out and pulls Peter’s shirt over his head and tosses it aside too, grabbing his hips and pushing him towards his bed. Peter allows himself to be moved easily, letting Tony push him onto his bed and crawl over him. “So gorgeous,” he tells Peter, hands moving down his body and back up again.

“Fuck me,” Peter says, “been missing the way you felt inside me,” he adds and shit, Tony really has found his perfect match.

He nods and reaches out, carefully pulling Peter’s fishnets off and that’s a sight to see. So are the black lace panties he’s got on underneath of them. Tony reaches out and feels him softly, lips quirking up when Peter moans quietly, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. Tony smiles wider as he leans in and licks Peter through the lace, resulting in a sharp gasp that has Peter grabbing desperately for a pillow before he shoves it over his face and moans loudly into it. Tony shakes his head and does it again, licking up his shaft before he sucks lightly at the head through the material.

Peter’s back arches hard and one of his hands comes down to bury itself in Tony’s hair in a way that he finds unexpectedly attractive. He sucks at Peter again, fingers trailing down his cheeks before slipping under his panties and teasing at his hole. Peter lets out another loud moan into his pillow and Tony lets him cheat because he thinks its cute.

“Baby,” Peter whispers harshly, pillow pulled up from his face for a moment. “Suck me, please.”

Tony doesn’t expect to feel a hot flush of desire, fingers slipping into Peter slowly. “That what you want, baby?” he asks and Peter nods frantically.

“Please, Tony. Please?” he asks, begs almost and Tony’s cock twitches. He’ll have to explore that later but for now he’s decided to be nice. He leans back in and sucks at Peter’s head again, resulting in a loud mewl even through the pillow. Tony doesn’t bother to tell him to be quiet as he sucks at him again.

“Tony,” Peter whispers, voice a little ragged as he lifts the pillow from his face.

He looks up at Peter and grins before he pulls the lace down slowly, exposing Peter’s cock without interrupting his fingers at work in Peter’s hole. Peter’s face is flushed and red and he looks like he's having a hard time concentrating. Tony leans in and takes Peter into his mouth, swallowing him down soft and slow. Peter’s back arches and his hand in Tony’s hair tightens as he pulls at it. Tony moans and Peter’s hips jerk involuntarily.

“Oh my god,” Peter says into the pillow, “Tony.” Tony curls his fingers in Peter and sucks him down faster, working his fingers in and out of him quickly. Peter throws his pillow aside and whines, “oh Tony you feel so good, just like that,” he murmurs. With his free hand he reaches up and tweaks Peter’s nipple, pleased when Peter gasps, back arching again.

“Tony I don’t think ‘m gunna last,” Peter says, breathing harshly.

He pulls off for a moment and Peter makes a disgruntled noise. “Shh baby, I just wanted to tell you its fine. Cum whenever you want,” Tony murmurs, feeling generous today. Feeling generous in a way he never does with anyone else. Peter looks relieved and nods as Tony goes back to sucking him, then he moans.

“Curl your fingers a little more,” Peter tells him, “yes, like that. Do it again,” Peter says. Tony doesn’t take orders, never has, its not really his style so he finds himself a little surprised when he listens to Peter. But then he’s rewarded by the most delicious sounding noises- Peter’s harsh breathing, his little gasps and moans, the way Tony can hear that he’s holding back.

Peter’s fingers pet through his hair and Tony moans again, surprised by that reaction too. He doesn’t bother to question it though, just works over Peter faster as Peter’s moans grow loud enough that he has to pull off. “What? Baby, no please Tony, please don’t stop ‘m so-”

“Need to be quiet baby, and I’ll do whatever you want,” Tony tells him. Peter lets out a sigh of relief and pushes Tony’s head back towards his crotch. He shakes his head, “needy little thing,” he murmurs but he smiles before he does what Peter wants.

“Not gunna be long Tony, your mouth is so good,” he murmurs, volume moderated this time. “That’s it Tony, just a little more, m’so close, so-” his words cut out as he moans, fingers curling tight in his hair again as he cums down Tony’s throat. “Oh fuck Tony, yes!”

Peter pins his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he unlocks the door to the apartment. “Presents, hmm?” he asks.

“Thought you earned a couple things for being so good to me,” Tony tells him over the phone.

He grins and locks the door fast before he kicks off his shoes and makes his way to his room. The last thing he expects is a small pile of presents on his bed but he grins nonetheless. “What did you send me?” he asks as he approaches the nearest box. They’re even wrapped, though he’s learned by now Tony probably had someone else do it. Still, its the thought that counts.

“Baby, open them and find out,” Tony tells him, sounding amused.

Peter shrugs and crawls onto his bed, putting Tony on speaker phone as he grabs the closest box. He squeals in happiness when he finds a pair of pretty pink sparkly heels. “Resisted the urge to stick me in red, hmm?” Peter asks.

“Not entirely. I don’t get your obsession with pink,” Tony says, “even if it does look good on you.”

“Well I don’t get your obsession with red even if you look ridiculously good in it.” Doesn’t matter the shade, Tony looks great in red and Peter doesn’t even like the color normally.

“Open the presents, baby,” Tony tells him. Peter rolls his eyes fondly but opens the rest of them too, finding mostly lingerie and a couple of toys he’d wanted. He largely suspect the red lace is mostly Tony indulging himself but Peter is polite, he’ll give Tony a little something out of it.

“Gunna have to let you go,” Peter tells him and Tony makes an offended noise that mostly makes Peter laugh. He’s learned that the people around Tony are afraid of him, but he’s never seen a reason to be afraid of Tony himself.

“Not even a thank you?” Tony asks but his tone is teasing.

“Mm, you’ll get a thank you but its gunna take some time to figure out what I want to wear and what toy to use. I’ve got a lot of options, might not get around to it till next week,” he says, laughing when Tony scoffs.

“Better fucking not,” he tells Peter.

“Well I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Peter tells him, hanging up the phone and grabbing the nearest dildo to see how it works.

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cagestark · 5 years

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Ko-Fi Drabble <3

ABO WinterIronSpider. Little NFF.

Bucky called the kid ‘terminally cute’ once, and Tony figures, yeah. Okay. He’s not wrong.

He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t noticed Peter Parker even before the younger boy presented: a year below him, the kid was still in all the same AP classes. A cute little thing, smart, slight and willowy, with hair that curls when it gets long enough and eyes like liquid amber, trapping Tony (and Bucky) in them. Turning them into horny, soft fossils.

Then he’d presented, and the scent that clung to him was like cooking sugar, contemplating caramel.

“I’m getting his books, today,” Tony mutters, elbowing Bucky in the ribs.

The taller alpha rolls his eyes to the ceiling, mouth twitching. “We talked about this, Tony. It’s badminton today in gym class. You can be his partner. I get his books.”

“I want both,” Tony says, thinking of the way Peter blushes when either boy asks to carry his books for him, thinking of Peter in the tight uniform gym shorts that all students are required to wear. “I’m a greedy son-of-a-bitch. I want both.”

“You can’t always get what you want,” Bucky says, poking Tony in the center of his Stones t-shirt.

“Never heard that one before,” snarks Tony. “Look—here he comes. Be cool, Barnes.”

And somehow they still both say at the same time: can I carry your books today, Pete? God, it’s worth it for the way that the tiny omega turns pink along the apples of his cheeks, thin lips pressed together even more so that he doesn’t break out into a huge smile. In his arms are a stack of books that weigh about as much as he does, soaking wet. Tony shifts where he stands: note to self, don’t think of Peter Parker as soaking wet.

“There’s enough for both of you, I think,” Peter offers shyly.

And he’s right. There is. Peter asks them both to come home with him to the tiny apartment he shares with his aunt (“She works a lot, so she probably wont be home,” Peter supplies, eyes wide and innocent). Tony and Bucky spend five whole minutes glaring at each other behind Peter’s back before the little omega crawls onto Bucky’s lap and kisses him soundly. Tony can’t move, a statue in Medusa’s gaze, watching Peter’s legs struggle to properly straddle the alpha’s thick thighs, giving up to just sit primly on his little ass, pale fingers tangled in Bucky’s dark hair.

Then Peter pulls away, lips swollen from the force of their frantic kissing. He looks over his shoulder to where Tony is frozen on the loveseat, cock half-hard, unsure whether he’s dizzy with lust or jealousy or both? Both—definitely both—and the kid asks, “Are you going to help, too, Tony?”

It takes Tony only a moment to shuck his Rolling Stones shirt. He pauses to check in with Bucky, who just gives him a thumbs up, looking a little out of breath. They’re both putty for this kid.

“Happy to help,” says Tony.

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littlemessyjessi · 6 years

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“Blissfully Blizzard”: Alpha! Steve Rogers Imagine

Steve Rogers Imagine Alpha!Steve Rogers Omegaverse Headcanons/Imagine Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Plus Size Reader Winter Imagine: Stuck in a Blizzard (Yes, I know it's Fall {N. Hemisphere} No, I'm not trying to rush it. Geez.) Enjoy!

Imagine getting stuck in a blizzard with Steve (aka Mother Hen).....

You were trying so hard not to roll your eyes at Steve as you looked out the window of the car into the pure white gusts of snow and icy wind.

Theoretically, Steve being the super soldier he was could've got out and went for help or even pushed the car for that matter- no sweat.

However, there was no way in hell he would leave you here alone.

Not a chance.

"This was supposed to be relaxing." he grumbled.

Clearly he was irritated and you could feel it coming off him in waves.

Normally, as your Alpha that would have your little Omega self dizzy with anxiety ....but you weren't some delicate flower.

You could at least hold your shit together.

As much as popularized Omega culture would like to force everyone to believe that all Omegas were these frail, useless little waifs who can't survive without an Alpha....you didn't buy it.

Never had.

Hell, you hadn't even HAD an Alpha for most of your life until Steve...and you'd only been with him like two years.

Your father bailed after a one night stand turned very real and you're badass Beta mom got shit done.

She raised you to believe in yourself without fail.

She was also in the military and didn't take no for an answer so you now, there's that.

Anyway, you Mr. Soft Blue Eyes over there years ago and he'd been trailing after you like a pup ever since.

Kind of ironic in a way and man, the courtship had been something awful.

You didn't have time for Alphas and he had to do a whole lot of convincing for you to even give him the time of day.

What really sold you was when you realized who he was.

Not that he was Captain America.

In all honesty, you couldn't give a flying fuck about that.

But that he was Steve Rogers- that skinny, stubborn little shit from Brooklyn who never backed down from a fight.

That was what had your attention.

Of course, when he figured out that this was what got your attention....he basically fell in love with you on the spot.

Back to the original point.

He was irritated and you were trying not to let it affect you.

"Well it's kind of relaxing, babe." you offered. "The snow is pretty and I like the sound of the wind. We've got the heat on. There's snacks in the back and an extra blanket or two. And you know I always like being in close quarters with you."

He smiled a bit but gave you a look.

He knew what you were doing ...and he loved you for it.

"You're really trying to make the best out of a sucky situation here aren't you?" he chuckled as he looked down and shook his head.

"Might as well." you said with a shrug before turning around and promptly diving into the back of the SUV.

All he heard was a bunch of noise for a second before a bag was produced in front of his face...yours following it just a second later with a grin.

"Plus we have hot cheetos." you said. "And thanks to ME! We also have all of the leftovers from the fridge this week. Which I conveniently heated up in the oven before we left and kept warm in my handy dandy thermal bag. And you said it was a waste! Ha!"

A few more seconds of you shoving things around and Steve began to shake his head.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" he asked narrowing his eyes at you.

"Shut up." you said pulling the lever and lowering the seats down into the floor.

Silently, you thanked Sam for convincing you to upgrade your vehicle into this fancy schmancy little situtation.

"In the middle of a blizzard?" Steve asked.

"Shut it." you said as you found your beloved blanket....and the six pillows that you'd vacuumed sealed down and then hid under the seats.

Steve died laughing.

"Are you serious?" he was basically choking on his own spit in the front seat.

You turned around and placed your hands on your hips.

Well as best you could while you were hunched over the back of the vehicle trying to build the perfect nest.

"Listen here, Captain Spandex. I am an Omega. You know this. I know this. Everyone fucking knows this. This means that wherever I go, whatever I do....I will bring a certain amount of shit along with me to nest. It's a fact. This also means that whilst we're stuck under this damn pavillion in the middle of bumfuck-nowhere-ville with a blizzard around us....I'm going to fucking nest!" you snapped.

Ok, so ...you're emotions and slight worry in the situation had actually began to creep up on you.

It would anyone really.

Hell, even Steve and he was an Alpha.

When he finally caught the scent of it...he bit him bottom lip.

"Hey, babe." he said reaching out and gently touching your elbow. "Baby, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just teasing. I'm actually really happy and grateful. You being you kind of makes this whole situation a lot better."

You just nodded silently.

That was one thing about being an Omega that really chapped your ass.

As much as you prided yourself on keeping your emotions in check and not needing anyone....sometimes you flew off the handle.

It pissed you off so badly that sometimes you'd spent hours at the shooting rage just blasting through as much as you can.

Steve called it your Rage Monster.

You called it Stress Relief...because you're a fucking lady.

Hmph.

He gently pulled you over to him and planted a kiss on your cheek.

He knew better than to go back there until you had your nest the way you wanted it.

It would make you severely angry and upset...and of course he didn't want that.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck and placed a few kisses there all the while drawing his hand down your back.

"I swear, baby." he said. "I just thought you were being cute. I always think you're cute when you're in nest mode."

You blinked at him a few times really grateful for the close proximity.

His scent really could calm you down like no other.

"Well then." you said. "I'm about to be positively adorable."

And with that you smacked him in the face with one of the pillows.

"Fluff and scent, please." you instructed before turning back to your nesting.

Steve did as you asked and just watched you work.

Fourty five minutes later and he had to admit that you'd created a little haven in the back of the SUV.

He'd been put on fluffing and scenting duty and instructed to set all the hot food in the floorboard so that the heat could blow on it and keep it warm.

You'd arranged the blankets six times before you were satisfied and hung up extra clothes over the back windows for privacy and to piece together a projection screen.

You just knew that battery charged projecter port would be useful.

And Steve said you would never use it.

Hmph, Etsy can solve everything.

What did he know?

#you'rekindofaddictedtoshopping #hoarder

When he was done he just sat there and watched you sit in the middle of it all.

"Is it ready?" he asked.

"Maybe." you said with a little laugh. "Please hand me the food?"

Steve passed you all the food that required heat and let you set it up how you wanted before he climbed in the back with you.

Having the good sense to leave his shoes and yours in the front under in the floor board.

God forbid, he bring dirty shoes into your nest.

He'd likely lose a toe if he did.

"This looks amazing." he praised you and had to hold back his 'aww' when you involuntarily and unknowingly purred.

A purring Omega was an happy Omega.

You busied yourself with setting up plates of food for the both of you and getting a movie ready to project from your lap top to the makeshift projector screen of tshirts, lol.

He teased you for all your junk and how much stuff you supposedly had to be prepared for.

But in reality he loved it.

This time it worked out that ya'll actually needed it.

But in reality, he just loved you because you actually cared enough to think about stuff like that.

Everyone always said how lucky you were to have Captain America as your Alpha.

But Steve Rogers knew he was the lucky one.

He'd been blessed by the gods, won the lottery, whatever you'd like to call it...because you actually wanted him.

So no, the romantic evening hadn't gone as planned but as he looked around the back of the SUV and took it all in...he suddenly didn't miss it.

Hot leftovers from all the different things the two of you had eaten that week.

A cute little Disney movie projected on several white t-shirts.

A comfy nest of pillows, blankets and jackets.

And most importantly, you.

His sweet, cuddly little darling, just waiting for him to wrap his arms around.

Suddenly, he was very fond of this blizzard after all.

Heeeeeey, smoochies! I hope you enjoyed this little Steve imagine! Alpha! Steve and Omega! Plus Size Reader is one of my favorites! And while it's just fall here in the US ...I have quite the love affair with winter in my heart. I live for the colder months. Anyway, I was listening to some beautiful winter sounds this morning and just had to share this little number floating around in my head! If you like it and want more Alpha! Steve and Omega! Plus Size Reader please be sure to let me know in the comment section! Happy Reading!

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Soulless Instinct

Request: Would you possibly write a one shot or series of Alpha soulless Sam x omega (possibly curvy) reader? Like they meet and find out they true mates but Sam rejects the reader and makes her feel super insecure. But then she tries to move on but Sam becomes possessive of her and wants her to stay and worships her?

Pairing: Alpha!Soulless!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader (curvy), Alpha!Dean, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, language, low self-esteem, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, Soulless Sam being a douche, possessive Alpha, scenting, fluff, light smut, unprotected sex, claiming, knotting

You don’t know how it happened, but you followed the tall Alpha after getting a whiff of his scent. All the fairytales your grandmother used to tell you seem to be true. The moment you smelled the Alpha you just knew he’s your true mate.

Excitedly you gathered all your courage to walk toward his table, gulping as he takes a whiff into your direction, purring for a moment before his eyes darken.

“I…I am sorry for just coming here but I could scent you at the diner and I just knew you are my true mate.” Stammering the words, you tug at your shirt, praying you do not look like a lunatic.

“And?” The Alpha mocks you and your heart sinks. “I smelled you at the diner too. What did you expect to happen? That I would take you in my arms and claim you?” Smirking he enjoys the struggle on your face.

“You’re right…I shouldn’t have followed you.” Holding back the tears you realize you made a fool out of you.

How could you believe this tall and handsome Alpha would ever be interested in you? “I should go…”

Hesitating for a moment you search the Alpha’s face but all you find are rejection, disgust even.

“Sam…” The Alpha next to him nudges your mates’ side, tries to make him see you are waiting for any sign of interest. “She’s your true mate. Do you know how rare it is to find each other?”

“Don’t care, Dean.” Scoffing the Alpha eyes, you up and down, seeing low-self-esteem written all over your face. Now his eyes lit up and he tilts his head before he gets up.

For a moment you believe the Alpha, Sam, changed his mind but then he laughs as he circles you. “She’s small and meek. I do not like curvy girls, Dean. Look at her ass.” Sam glances at your ass, biting his lower lip but he keeps on making fun of you.

“Sam, that’s enough.” The other Alpha warns seeing the tears threaten to break free. He can hear a suppressed sob escape your lips before you want to leave the bar, but Sam holds you back, not done with mocking you.

“Did you believe an Alpha like me would go after a small and plain girl like you? I want a tall and less curvy Omega. Now leave and never come back…” He’s holding your wrist in an iron grip as you try to wiggle out of his hold.

“Last warning, Sam. Let her go!” Dean steps closer and your mate let go of your wrist.You mumble thank you at the other Alpha before you run out of the bar, crying.

Embarrassed and devastated you run toward your car to drive back to your motel room as fast as possible. Never in your life did you feel that exposed and unattractive.

“If my true mate believes I am plain and ugly…” Sniffling you get into your car to bring as much space between you and the tall Alpha…

One week later you enter the diner. This time you are not wearing a skirt or a shirt with a low-cut cleavage. This time you hide your body behind jeans and a hoodie.

“Hey, the pretty girl again!” The elder owner of the diner exclaims, and you give him a cracked smile. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Nothing, Earl. Can I have water and a salad this time?” Longingly looking at the pie on the counter you remember the Alpha’s words and you try to be strong.

“Water and salad, young lady?” Earl can’t understand you don’t want his pie or a hot chocolate this time. “Why are you suddenly on a diet? You are one pretty girl.”

“No, Earl. I am not pretty nor would anyone want to be with me.” Sniffling you wipe a few tears away. “Met my true mate a week ago…”

“Congrats, Sweetheart! Pie is on the house.” Earl's wife exclaims as she walks toward you. “What’s wrong?”

“He rejected me as I feared for years. Look at me, Rosie. I am fat and small; not what an attractive Alpha like him ever would look at twice.” Lips pressed into a thin line Rosie hugs you tightly.

“That Alpha is blind and a fool, Sweetheart. Every customer in here looked at you the whole time last week. Even Earl stole a glance or two.” Laughing you nod, not believing her words but Rosie is kind and you know she means well.

“Thanks, Rosie. I hope I can have what you and Earl have one day. It was just not meant to happen with my true mate. Maybe I’ll find a nice Beta or an Alpha more looking like me than a supermodel.” Mumbling the words, you nip at your water.

“Sweetheart don’t give up. If he didn’t see how special you are, he’s not worth it. Forget about him. I met my true mate at the age of eighteen and he was a douche. Always had other flings. My Earl is not my true mate, but I couldn’t be happier…”

“Maybe you are right, Rosie.” Giving the elder lady a cracked smile, you nod. “He wasn’t my type either way…”

Sam’s pacing and snarling into all directions while he tries to find any trace of you. While Dean talks to Earl, the owner of the diner Sam is whining low in his throat as he sniffs along the counter.

“Care to explain why your partner is sniffing at my counter?” Laughing Earl blinks a few times as Sam’s head snaps toward you enter the diner.

“Oh…you are the idiot hurting our best girl. YOU are not welcome here!” Pointing toward the door Earl grunts at Sam.

The tall Alpha ignores Earl’s words, instead of listening to the elder Alpha he storms toward you to bury his face into your neck. He’s panting heavily as you weakly press your hands against his chest to push him away.

“You don’t know how long I was looking for you ‘mega.” Purring Sam laps at your neck and you shriek as he bites your skin playfully. “Come with me…”

“Why should you want me to be close to you? To make fun of me again. I know I am not what you want.” Sniffling you try to break out of the tall Alpha’s grip. “No need to make fun of me.”

“Omega, you’re mine.” Instead of letting go of you Sam tightens the embrace, presses his hard body against your soft flesh. “Feels so good.”

“Please let go of me. A man like you…” Gasping you feel his teeth graze your skin again. This time he stops at the spot he wants to see his claiming mark on. “You would never want someone like me, I know that. You made me see I was a fool to believe in true mates fairytales.”

“I want you to come with me to my motel room. I want to…” While Sam believes he has you under control you duck under his arm to do a sprint toward the door.

Before the tall Alpha can react you are half-way toward your car.

Sam is fast, you give him that but you are determined to get away from the cruel Alpha so you go for another sprint to enter your car and drive away before Sam has the chance to stop you.

“No!” Growling low in his throat Sam falls to his knees. Close to hitting the ground with his fists, he feels his brother grab his arm to drag him toward the Impala.

“Earl, the owner said she has a motel room close by and she likes to go to the Blue Strawberry, a bar or something,” Dean mutters while Sam follows him like a puppy.

“I hate to say it but…” Dean snarls, not hiding the angry look on his face. “…you had to hurt her and now she shied away…”

“Blame me for not wanting to bond…” Muttering Sam opens the door to the passenger seat. “Drive…I want my mate…”

“Do you want a drink, pretty girl?” One of the regular’s purrs but you are not interested in his pitiful try to hit on you.

“I am here to have a drink or two. Please just leave me alone.” Voice still a bit hoarse from all the crying you choke out the words.

“Don’t you want some company? We can just talk…” The man offers, giving you a warm smile.

“I just got divorced and do not want to be alone.” While you sit next to the lonely Beta in silence he tells you about his wife now and then.

“Back off! She’s mine…” Warning the Beta with a low growl Sam places one large palm onto your back. “I’ll count to…” The Beta runs off without protest.

“Why are you here?” Mumbling the words, you look anywhere but at Sam. “Do you need a good laugh once again? I know how I look, no need to remind me…” Sniffling you glance at the drink on the counter.

“You’re mine…I want…” Pacing behind your back Sam tries to remember how the ‘old’ Sam would’ve won you over. “I…I am different now. There’s a part of me missing but I know I want you and that being cruel to you was not nice…”

“Not nice?” Whining you get up to step away from the tall Alpha. “You made fun of me. I know I do not look like those pretty girls in magazines or even at this bar, but you hurt me on purpose.”

“Omega…” Purring low in his throat Sam steps closer, tries to get your attention.

“There was no need to make me feel worthless as I already felt that way many times before…”

“I…please come with me. I can think straight since I scented you.” His hands grasp for you and this time he scoops you into his arms, effortlessly. “I want you, Omega. Want to touch every inch of you, make you mine…”

“What?” Gasping you feel his hands hold you flush against his hard body as he carries you out of the bar. Smirking at his brother as he passes him by.

“Don’t wait up, Dean. I’ll make this Omega mine…”

“You don’t even know my name!” Wiggling in Sam’s grip you tug at the tall Alpha’s shirt.

“Tell me your name. I need to know it before I’ll make you mine tonight…”

“Y/N. Now let me go…please…”

Fighting his hold on you, scratching his skin and biting his neck you gasp as Sam drops you onto his bed. He locks the door, giving you a disapproving look as you throw your shoe at him.

“Be good now…” The tall Alpha stalks toward you like a predator ready to feast on you but Sam has something different in mind. “Strip and show your Alpha what you are hiding underneath those clothes.

“Nope…” Popping the ‘p’ you try to scramble away as Sam grabs your ankles to cover your trembling body with his. “Be mine, Y/N. You smell so good, like the best thing I ever scented.”

“Why should you want me?”

“Let me worship you. Let me touch you, please…” Purring against your throat Sam tugs impatiently at your clothing, and you can hear the fabric of your shirt give in.

While you struggle to breathe right Sam strips you bare, not wanting to spend another moment not touching you.

Snarls leave his lips when you writhe on the bed, aroused and dripping for the Alpha stripping his clothes off.

“Mine…” Whimpering you fist the sheets as Sam crawls back onto the bed. He’s sliding his hands over your skin, biting his lip as he can feel your soft body pressed against his moments later.

“Sam…”

“I’m not giving you up now…”

Sam is exploring you like a new-born child discovers life. His hands and mouth touch every inch he can reach to make sure he can feel and taste your whole essence.

When you call his name he sinks into you, not caring you scratch his back. The stretch is wide, almost painful but your Alpha is moving slow enough to make sure you are not hurting.

“So pretty…” He moans against your throat, calling your name with every thrust of his cock. “All mine…”

“Alpha…” Gasps escape your lips and you are sure you must look like someone who just ran a marathon as you tried to compare with Sam’s strength but the Alpha on top of you; the man holding your hips in a tight grip as you come undone around him doesn’t care.

Sam rather curses your presentation as his knot pops open and he stills his movement to fill your belly with his cum.

Your hands grip his back, nails biting deep into his flesh when his teeth sink into your flesh, marking you with his claim.

“Mine…”

“Y…y…yours…” Stuttering you close your eyes, not knowing if it was the right decision to let Sam claim you.

Covered with a warm blanket, one strong arm draped over your waist you wake with Sam pressed against your back. With shaking fingers, you touch his claiming mark, finding a band-aid covering it.

“Made sure it’s clean and sterile till it heals, ‘mega. Sleep some more and then we will have breakfast. I want you to be ready to hit the road with me.” Nuzzling your cheek Sam seems to enjoy holding you in his arms.

“You sure about it?”

“I claimed what’s mine, claimed you. Now sleep and listen to your Alpha…”

“My Alpha…”

Eyes fluttering shut you feel Sam holding your closer to his body, not wanting to let you go.

His instinct tells him to protect you. Sam doesn’t need a soul to know you belong to him just as he belongs to you…

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Stetsons/Schoolteachers (Eleven)

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Bucky didn’t mean to pass out on the couch after dinner, but Stevie made an amazing lasagna and after three whole servings, the big Alpha had fallen asleep half way through a glass of milk.

It was a good nap, and a shockingly long nap, because he woke when the clock chimed ten pm, bolting awake on the couch and staring wildly around the dark room.

“Easy there, Rip Van Winkle.” Steve was circling things in a catalogue at his desk. “You ate half a lasagna and drank about a gallon of milk before face planting on the couch, remember?”

“My stomach hurts.” Bucky groaned, rubbing over it gingerly. “You could have at least rolled me over so I wasn’t sleeping on it after eating so much.”

“You’re a grown ass Alpha, Buck. I shouldn’t have to roll you over when you fall asleep.”

“Punk.” Bucky started to growl but it petered off into another groan as he popped his back. “Alright, well, since it’s bed time an’ all, I’m gonna hit the hay. What about you?”

“I um--” Steve tapped his pencil on the desk. “I gotta finish this thing and then I’ll be turning in, yeah.”

“Whatcha lookin’ at so late?” Bucky reached down and plucked the catalogue away from Steve. “You ordering us some new gear? New pants? I told ya to jus’ give the tailor in town a chance, she didn’t mean to ruin your first pair of pants, ya know. Just cause the seam split down your ass don’t mean you gotta order everything through a--”

Bucky stopped talking when he saw exactly what page of the catalogue Steve was shopping on, and Steve turned a fairly unhealthy shade of red when his best friend sent him a highly judgmental look.

“Uh Stevie?” Bucky cleared his throat loudly, then cleared it once more for good measure. “What uh-- whatcha doin’ lookin’ at bloomers and knickers and all that? All these ah--- ladies underthings? Why ya lookin’ at that?”

“Bucky--”

“I’m not gonna judge ya or nothin’.” Steve could always tell how uncomfortable Bucky was by how thick his almost non existent Brooklyn drawl came through, and right now he could barely understand him, a hard edge to every word coming from the Alpha. “M’jus’ sayin’ ya got a real pretty Omega ‘bout trippin’ over ya an’ you’re here fappin’ to--”

“ALRIGHT!” Steve interrupted, snatching the catalogue back and shoving it to the far corner of his desk. “First of all, you can relax and quit talking all stupid because I wasn’t--” his face turned even more red. “-- I wasn’t doing that, alright?”

“Mebbe not yet.” Bucky maintained, a direct glance down at Steve’s lap. “But you were gettin’ there, huh? Damn, Stevie I was on th’ couch, ya can’t do that in your own room?”

“Jesus.” Steve coughed and dropped his hands into his lap, because while he hadn’t been doing what Bucky thought he had been doing… it had been interesting to be flipping through that sort of catalogue looking at those sort of things so....

“No, listen.” he shook his head when Bucky started looking judgmental again, saying everything all in a rush so he could get it out before Bucky interrupted again. “Listen. Tony and I-- we’ve been spending time together and I uh-- I ruined a few pair of his undergarments and he told me I needed to replace them and I told him to just give me a catalogue and--” a sheepish motion. “And here we are.”

“You ruined some of Tony’s undergarments.” Bucky repeated. “And you have to replace them from this catalogue? This one?”

“Yeah, I had to get it from Natasha.” Steve was still blushing. “She says that Tony orders from the same catalogue as her and her girls so--”

“Wait, Natasha orders from this too?” Bucky snatched the catalogue back and started thumbing through it. “Because this is-- all’a these are--” his eyes widened over a particularly racy pair-- cut high over the models hips and real thin in the back, the fabric narrowing to little more than a string before disappearing between the model’s cheeks and Bucky sucked in a quick breath.

“Why do-- why do some of these have stars drawn in?”

“Because I pretty much know what Tony wears, but Natasha wanted to be helpful and made a few suggestions based on what she likes to wear.” Steve said miserably. “I’ve been sitting here for half an hour trying to make valid decisions while having to picture--”

“Oh god.” Bucky made a desperate sort of noise, holding the catalogue so tight it was starting to tear, staring down at the different things Natasha had put a star by. “Oh my-- uh Stevie--”

“I’m gonna turn in for the night.” Steve jumped to his feet and pushed past a still shell-shocked Bucky. “See ya in the morning.”

“Uh---” Bucky nodded dumbly. “Yep.”

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In the morning, the catalogue was still sitting on the desk and neither Bucky nor Steve even looked at it as they ate their breakfast.

It was a small house, after all, and while Steve had remembered to put a pillow over his face as he vividly pictured Tony in all the things he had put on the order slip, Bucky wasn’t near as discreet as he had vividly pictured Natasha in the items she had starred---

---anyway. It was an awkward meal, and a quiet ride into town, and even though Sam and Clint kept shooting weird looks at the two Alphas, neither the Sheriff nor the Deputy had anything to say about it.

Natasha mailed Steve’s order when she mailed out the orders for herself and her Omega’s, and sent a note around to the Sheriff’s department that his package should arrive in about a months time.

Steve read the note and put it away, going back to his paperwork and not looking at Bucky, who was definitely not looking at him.

A month seemed an awful long time to wait for something so pretty, but Steve had a pretty good idea of how he was going to stay busy until then.

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“Tony.” Steve kicked at the door of Tony’s apartment, one hand full of flowers, the other holding a container of soup from Valkyrie. “Honey, can you get to the door? I know you aren’t feeling good but my hands are full so--”

“Steeb?” The door cracked open and one half of a very tired face peeked out. “Wha’ are you doin’ here?”

“May Parker stopped by the station and told me you caught a real bad cold from one of the kids.” Steve held up the flowers and soup cheerfully. “So I brought you something to make you feel better!”

“Leave’m on th’door step.” Tony mumbled. “I’ll get’m later.”

“I’m not going to leave it on the door step, Tony.” The Alpha said patiently. “Let me in for just a second and I’ll drop this off and go, alright?”

“But m’ugly when m’sick.” Tony whispered pitifully, and Steve’s heart squeezed in his chest. “Don’t want you t’see me.”

“Baby, I’m pretty sure you’re never ugly, but if you still feel self conscious, you know I’m not here for our usual sort of thing.” He held up the flowers again, smiling hopefully. “I just wanted to check on you. Why don’t you go get in bed and I’ll take care of this and then I can go?”

“M’kay.” The Omega disappeared from the door and Steve listened to the shuffling footsteps as they got farther away, waiting for the soft snick of Tony’s bedroom door closing before he entered the apartment.

The living room was a disaster-- blankets piled around, empty boxes of tissues and an over flowing waste bin. A pot of half eaten, day old soup sat on the stove with a spoon in it as if Tony had huddled over the stove to eat so the steam would clear his sinuses.

“Poor, sick Omega.” Steve clicked his tongue sympathetically, then glanced guiltily at Tony’s door to make sure it was still closed.

He was always very careful to not call Tony ‘Omega’ when they were together, but it was getting harder and harder not to think of him as ‘Omega’.

Tony hated it because he thought the word stripped him of his actual identity, reduced him to his gender and nothing else, and Steve knew that had to be because of Tony’s past, whatever he had gone through that made him so wary of Alpha’s in the first place.

But wanting to call Tony ‘Omega’ wasn’t about reducing him to his gender and nothing more. It was a pet name, an endearment, something that Steve wanted to growl into Tony’s ear as they lay together, wanted to shout when he came, wanted to whisper it when they kissed and Tony purred and stood on his toes to get closer.

Steve wanted to attach a sweet in front of the word, a beautiful, a darling, a perfect, a my-- My Omega.

Steve wanted all of those things and quite a bit more, but for right now--

He sighed and looked around the living room again.

For right now, Tony needed some warm soup and fresh blankets and some help putting his house back together, so that was exactly what Steve was going to do.

The Alpha set the soup warming on the stove, the flowers in a cup of water, and rolled up his sleeves to get to work.

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“Steeb?” Close to an hour later, Tony reappeared with a blanket wrapped over his hair, around his body and dragging on the floor behind him. “You’re still here? Why?”

“Hey honey.” Steve dried his hands on the towel and smiled at him. “I was cleaning up a little bit. How are you feeling?”

“Libe deaf.” the Omega snuffled and tottered towards the couch. “Gremlin got me sick.”

“Which gremlin would that be?” Steve hurried to put a pillow under Tony’s feet, frowning when he felt how cold they were. “One of the little ones? Seasons changing, everyone catches colds. Tony, let me get you some socks, honey, your toes are freezing.”

“Was probably Flash.” Another loud sniff, and Tony slid his feet beneath Steve’s thighs flexing his toes so they would warm up. “I let him back t’ school and thib is how he repays me?” Sniff. “Brat.”

“I made some soup.” Steve tucked another blanket around Tony’s ankles and feet so they stayed warm when he moved to check Tony’s temperature. “Do you want to try and eat--” He frowned when Tony pulled away from him. “What’s wrong?”

“M’ugly when m’sick.” Tony repeated, ducking his head and closing his eyes. “Don’ look at me.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Steve leaned in until their noses bumped and Tony’s breath hitched a little as if he wanted to cry. “You’re not ever ugly, I don’t know who told you that, but if I ever meet them I’ll break their jaw, how does that sound?”

Finally, a teeny smile from the sick Omega. “Kay.”

“There you are, smiling for me.” Steve murmured and placed a gentle kiss on Tony’s cheek. “Do you want some soup? Valkyrie made it fresh this morning when she found out you were sick. Chicken noodle with whatever her secret ingredient is, which I’m pretty sure is just whiskey, but she swears by it so can I get you a bowl?”

Sniff. “Kay.”

“Can I check your temperature, too? You look a little flushed. Let me at least feel your forehead.”

Sniff. “Kay.”

“Okay. Food first.” Steve went back to the stove to dish up the soup, grabbing a clean spoon from the stack he had washed and putting a towel beneath the bowl so it wouldn’t burn Tony’s lap.

“Thank you.” Tony slurped at the soup noisily while Steve checked his temperature with the back of his hand, hmmming in disapproval over the heat. “You didn’t have to cleab up.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve headed towards the bathroom to fill the tub so Tony could wash up after he ate. “I needed a clean pot for the soup anyway, and you’re usually tidy so I’m sure it was bothering you, right?”

“Steeb.” Tony took another spoonful of soup. “Why are you doing it?”

“I’m just trying to take care of you, Tony.” Steve came back to the couch with a glass of water. “And before you get all huffy this isn’t--” he sighed. “--this isn’t an Alpha thing, or a courting thing. Clint would be doing the same thing, Sam would be doing the same thing-- if I had been too busy to come check on you, Mrs. Parker would be up here probably ordering you into the tub and force feeding you soup. Isn’t me suggesting things much nice than being treated like a teenager who didn’t wash behind his ears?”

“M’glab it's you.” whispered, Tony glancing furtively up from his soup. “Thank you.”

Warmth flowed through the Alpha at Tony being grateful for his care, even if it was just as friends-- or friends with benefits-- or whatever the hell they were.

Either way it made Steve smile, made his eyes flicker red in a touch of possessiveness, but he blinked it away in favor of pressing a kiss to Tony’s warm forehead. “Finish your soup, sweetheart. Then a long bath, yeah?”

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“This is very good.” Tony wrapped his hands around a cup of tea and breathed in shakily. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Steve budged closer when Tony started shivering again. “I stripped your bed and remade it with a few blankets, I couldn’t find an extra set of sheets so you’ll have to sleep on a comforter but at least it's germ free, yeah?”

“Sure.” Another sip of tea. “Thank you. Really.”

“It’s fine, Tony.” Steve gave up on just sitting close and wrapped an arm around Tony’s waist and held him tight to keep the shivers down. “Honestly. You don’t have to keep thanking me, this is basic stuff, I didn’t even make the suit and tea is elementary, right? It’s not a big deal. Do you want me to carry you to bed?”

“Mmmm.” Tony abandoned his tea so he could curl into Steve’s warmth, tucking his head into the crook of the Alpha’s neck and breathing in as deep as he could with a plugged nose. “You smell good.”

“You’re such a sickie right now, you can’t smell anything.” Steve ran his nose over Tony’s still damp hair. “So how would you know if I smell good or not?”

“Sheriff Robbers, now isn’t the time to sass me.” Tony complained, with only a fraction of his usual snark. “Rude.”

“Sorry, Mr. Carbonell, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Steve stood up from the couch with Tony in his arms, holding the Omega’s slight weight easily, smiling over the little impressed noise Tony made. Omega’s were always weak for being carried by an Alpha and Tony was no exception.

Steve loved it.

He also loved when he set Tony down in the clean bed and the Omega instantly started shoving at the quilts to make a rough nest, pushing at them tiredly until he was surrounded by a warm wall of blankets. And then, as Tony was shifting around and trying to curl up in the middle of it all, he stopped to hold out a hand for Steve. “Lay wib me?”

“Oh.” Steve hesitated, torn between being fairly certain Tony was too sick to know what he was asking, and forcing himself not to jump right onto the bed and gather his the Omega close. “Tony, are you sure? I can just come by later and check on you. Or I can send Clint over if you want, or--”

“I’d want Clint to stay.” Tony sighed and went a little limp in the bed, too exhausted to keep his eyes open, making a weak grabby hand motion at Steve “And I’d ask Sam to stay. I might even ask Mrs. Parker to stay ib I didn’t think it would give Peter the wrong idea.” Sniff. “Please?”

“Alright, then.” As if I was going to say no. Steve thought wryly as he stripped his jacket and vest off, shucking his boots and belt before climbing into the bed behind Tony. “Like this?”

“Libe dis.” Tony turned so they were facing each other, pushing closer and closer until Steve just rolled onto his back and pulled Tony up onto his chest, the Omega straddling his waist and hiding his face in Steve’s neck. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to say thank you, sweetheart.” Steve said quietly, letting the words rumble through his chest and tightening his hold when Tony tried to get closer to the comforting sound. “You don’t ever have to say thank you.”

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Morning came and Steve woke up in Tony’s bed, the Omega still wrapped around him and snoring quietly.

A quick check on Tony’s forehead told the Alpha that the fever had broken sometime during the night, and when Tony opened his eyes they were clear and bright, a little uncertain over their current position, but not hazy with sickness anymore.

“Well good morning, beautiful.” Steve whispered, and Tony flushed a soft pink before hiding his face in Steve’s chest again. “Did you sleep alright?”

Quietly, “Yeah.”

“Good.” Steve lay back and closed his eyes again. “Want to keep sleeping? It’s still pretty early and I don’t have to be in the office until closer to lunchtime when Sam and Clint take off for the day. Get some more rest.”

Even quieter. “Will you-- will you stay with me?”

“If you’re still sick I will.” Steve kept his eyes closed, running gentle hands up and down Tony’s back, smiling over how much easier the Omega was breathing after a long bath, some decent food and a good night’s sleep. “Are you still sick, Tony?”

A pathetic sniffle, not even close to convincing. “I’m still sick.”

“Well then I guess I better stay.” Steve turned them carefully until Tony was lying back in the pillows and looking up at him, all messy hair and sleep soft eyes, a shy smile on his lips. “Someone one needs to stay until you’re feeling better, right?”

Tony ran his hands up Steve’s bare chest to his shoulders and then around his neck, pulling him down until their mouths met first in a hesitant kiss, then in a longer one, coming back together again and again until Tony was melting beneath Steve’s lips and the Alpha was panting quietly, a possessive hand at Tony’s waist, another at the base of his neck.

“I’m not sick anymore.” Tony admitted when Steve pulled away to kick out of his pants, sliding back beneath the covers to tangle their legs together. “Or at least not enough that I have to be taken care of. But I still want you to stay, will you stay?”

“Of course I’ll stay.” Steve muttered, the words lost behind a heavy growl when Tony leaned up to kiss him again. “Tony, sweetheart--” a quiet mewl from the Omega. “-- of course I’ll stay.”

“Thank you.” Tony urged Steve tighter against him, wove his fingers through the short blonde hair. “You didn’t have to do any of this, not bring me soup or clean up or stay with me, but thank you. I mean it.”

“And I meant it when I said you don’t ever have to say thank you.” Steve nudged Tony’s thighs apart and settled between them, flexing his hips down when Tony lifted up into him. “Whatever we are calling this--” he pushed Tony’s night shirt up above his waist and they both groaned when skin met skin. “Whatever we are calling this, you don’t ever have to thank me for taking care of you. I want to take care of you, honey, in whatever way you’ll let me.”

There was something fragile in Tony’s gaze then, fragile and scared and hidden so deep in the dark brown eyes that Steve thought his heart would break just seeing it.

But Tony shook his head quickly, anxiously, when Steve opened his mouth to say something, so the Alpha kissed him again instead, and set out to make sure that the only thing in the Omega’s eyes was pure pleasure, and sweet satisfaction.

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Steve was kind of ashamed for himself for letting their kisses get out of hand when Tony still needed to recuperate from being sick, but looking back, he couldn’t feel guilty over it at all.

It had been good between them, a layer of tenderness to the moments brought around by the intimacy of sharing a bed all night, the way Tony had trusted Steve to take care of not just him, but also his home.

Neither of them were willing to dwell on what it meant-- an Alpha stepping in to take over like that, and an Omega willingly letting him-- but both knew it meant something and every touch of their mouths and brush of their fingers had echoed it.

When they had come-- first Tony, his breath catching and fingers digging into Steve’s biceps, mouth open in a quiet little cry, then Steve, burying a groan into Tony’s neck when the Omega’s slim fingers closed around his knot and worked him dry-- Tony had collapsed back into the pillows and put an arm over his eyes to hide what he was feeling and Steve had whispered, “It's alright, baby.” and held him until the trembling had stopped.

Scooting up Tony’s body to lay a kiss on his lips, to try and communicate with his touch that he was just as aware of what was happening between them, that he was a little scared too--

--Steve had found an Omega that had fallen asleep almost immediately, apparently being sick for a few days and then an orgasm taking every last bit of energy he had to spare.

“Tony?” A whisper and light nudge hadn’t woken Tony at all, so Steve kissed him anyway, then went to clean himself up before cleaning the mess from Tony’s stomach as well and tucking him back into the covers.

Tony slept almost until lunch time and when he woke up, Steve was sitting on the bed next to him, reading a book.

“Sheriff Rogers.” Tony said groggily, peeking up at him sleepily. “You’re still here?”

“I didn’t want you to wake up alone.” Steve put a bookmark on his page and set the book aside. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” Pink cheeked, and Steve could have died over how shy Tony looked. “Apparently whiskey laced soup and some sleep and a walk is all it takes to get over a cold. Who knew?”

“And a walk.” Steve chuckled and slid down in the bed until they were nose to nose, closing the distance between them to kiss the Omega sweetly. “Adorable. Do you want to take another bath? We could both use one at this point.”

“Oh. Oh um--” Tony’s hand went to the collar his night shirt, glancing down at his chest uncomfortably. “Steve, I don’t think--”

“I won’t say anything, Tony.” Steve assured him. “I won’t ask any questions about your--” a vague motion to his own chest. “And I’m not trying to wind you up again, or trying to get you naked. I just thought we could take a bath together. It would give me a chance to hold you a little longer and I could wash your hair if you wanted--”

“No it’s not that.” Tony looked away, cleared his throat. “I’m just a hot water hog. Don’t share very well. That’s all.”

It hurt Steve’s heart that Tony was so obviously lying, but he let it go. “Well I’ll start one just for you, then.” Steve told him, and leaned in for one more kiss, rumbling happily when Tony pressed closer to lengthen it, flattening his palms against the Alpha’s chest and purring low in his throat when Steve’s arm went around his waist.

“I’m tempted to ask you to stay.” Tony admitted when they broke apart. “But then you’d be late for work. You said you had to be in by noon.”

“I’d be late if you wanted me to stay.” Steve whispered, brushing Tony’s hair back from his eyes, his knuckles across a cheekbone. “Ask me to stay, Tony.”

“But if you don’t go and play Sheriff--” Tony's eyes twinkled mischievously. “--then the criminals get away with things and I’d be lying when I tell the children that crime doesn’t pay. Are you trying to make me a liar, Sheriff Rogers?”

“Mr. Carbonell.” Steve grinned down at him, relieved that Tony was back to his usual snarky self after being sick. “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything of the sort.”

“See that you don’t.” Tony laughed but it turned into a yawn and he burrowed back into his blankets, watching with unabashed interest as Steve got dressed, humming to himself watching the fitted pants come up over thick thighs, the shirt straining to be buttoned over Steve’s chest.

God, the Sheriff is a gorgeous Alpha.

“Well, thanks Tony.” Steve winked and bent down to kiss him. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.”

Mortified that he had actually said it all out loud, Tony eeped and ducked beneath the covers, listening to Steve laugh on his way out the door.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart!” Steve called before he left.

“Bye…. honey.” Tony whispered to himself, then eeped a little quieter and hid his blush in his hands.

He’d been right the first time.

The Sheriff was trouble.

I could handle a little trouble.

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