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glorystark · 19 days

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His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

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cattordi · 1 year

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a/n i may start writing again whoooo knowwws???

summary chris is announced sexiest man alive and you show him much you appreciate his sexiness

pairings chris evans x notfamous!reader

warnings smut, tons of praise, oral sex, kinda un accurate bc i’m not familiar w/ how ppl are named certain titles/given awards, not proof read, fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

literal sexiest man alive

“i just got named “sexiest man alive.” chris says as you walk back in the room. dodger is laying at the foot of the bed and chris is standing as he just walked into your bathroom into your room with sweat pants that lay low on his waist.

his body is covered in tattoo, which is one of your favorite physical features about him. “are you serious? congratulations baby!” you say as you give him a long kiss. his hand slides from your back down to your butt as you break the kiss.

“it should’ve been ‘hottest couple alive’ like cindy crawford and richard gere that one year.” chris says and you laugh. “um for 1. they split like a year after names that and 2. no one knows me or that you’re with me.”

at that moment dodger hops off the bed and heads out the room, his tail wagging behind him. “im proud of you though.” you say and plop another kiss on his full lips before attempting to break from his grasp. he holds onto your waist tightly with a faint smirk.

“chris, why do you have that look?” you ask and he hums. “what look?”

“the look you make when you want to say something, but you won’t.”

“i wanna celebrate.” he says and you gleam with approval. “glad you can get your words out hun.” you say teasingly and he grabs your ass hard.

you kiss him again, this time for longer so he picks you up. “i’m so proud of you.” you say between kisses as chris lays you onto the bed.

he leads a trail of kisses down your sheer tank top that your nipples are straining against. “thank you.” he hums as he pulls your shirt up exposing your breast. “you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

he takes your nipple into your mouth and slides his huge hand into your shorts rubbing your clit; starting slow but getting faster with every moan you let out.

“look at me baby, look at me.” chris pleads and you do. your eyes meet his as he slides your pants downs your legs and to your ankles.

when his warm breath hits your throbbing clit, shivers zoom up your spine. “you’re so gorgeous baby; so gorgeous.”

his praise gets you off just ask much as his mouth on you. he always says the right things and always hits the right spots.

“i’m coming.” you say and chris continues licking and rubbing at the same pace. when you come, your vision becomes white and you see stars.

“you taste so good baby.“ chris says as you come, “so fucking good”

when you come down from your high, chris’ pants are off, which you assume came off when he was eating you out. he takes himself into his hand and strokes slowly watching you.

“let me taste you chris.” you say but he shakes his head. “i need to be in you now.”

opening your legs, chris gets a full view of your throwing pussy which makes his harder than ever. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of your pretty pussy.”

you mean lightly as he positions himself between your legs and pushes in. though you’ve been with him for 2 years, you’re still not used to his size.

“you’re so fucking big chris,” you moan out as he starts moving at a slow pace.

his hips thrust and his movements starts to get faster. the sounds of both of your panting and praises fill the room. “you’re so tight hun, goddamn” chris says and a bit of his boston accent slips out.

“right there chris.” you say just as he hits the right spot. you’re vision fades again and you arch your back as you moan loudly.

at the sight of you coming on him, chris comes with you causing his thrust to slow down and him to fall onto you, leaving wet kisses on your forehead.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” chris says.

“yeah but you’re the sexiest man alive.”

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harryspet · 2 years

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the alpha’s trophy | s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, kidnapping, praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (female recieving), forced orgasms, omega heat, domestic!steve, my attempt at politics

A/N: This probably should’ve been two parts but oh well! (model is @enchated_noir)

In which you’re the last Omega and Steve’s the most influential Alpha in the country.

word count: 9k

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Your bare feet padded against the wooden floor of Bruce Banner’s downstairs hallway. It was past your bedtime, a strict nine-thirty, but some nights you got curious what the bumbling man got up to at night. His office was on the first floor of his brownstone, with double doors leading to a spacious but paperwork covered room. You made sure to tip toe as you peaked inside, thankful that he was probably too much in a hurry to make sure it was closed.

Blue holograms surrounded the room, each one representing a living person and almost each you now recognized. When you first met Bruce, you hadn’t realized just how famous he was and it was too late to be cautious of his sad and volatile past. He’d moved past it, he explained to you, and he was gonna help you control your inconvenient gene as well. That’s what the medicine was for.

Apparently, you had your own inner demon to fight off, “Bruce, all your leads seem to be coming up empty,” That voice was James Rhodes, the Iron Patriot, Tony Stark’s former right hand man, “I’ve spent the last two months combing through mountains in Veracruz using the device and absolutely nothing. Before that, Washington, Montreal, and Savannah. I spent half a year in Cork and never got close to an alert. You’ve been around the world yourself and you still have faith in this thing?”

Bruce always seems grumpy on the mornings after these meetings. He was always the smartest in the room and people could treat him sometimes like he wasn’t, “We have DNA collected from some of the last Omegas that ever existed and we have DNA from perhaps the strongest Alpha in the world. It’s in their chemistry for Alpha’s to find Omega’s and the device is able to completely, although artificially, utilize that ability. It’s a science. A science I have mastered. The problem isn’t with the device.”

“Then what is the problem, Bruce?” Bucky Barnes, you recognized that voice too. He’s the one who gives Bruce the most headaches. You could also recognize him by the energy he gave off, energy you could feel even through the hologram.

“The problem is simply that this crisis is worse than we feared. We haven’t come across an Omega yet because there are most likely less than ten of them left on this entire planet. If that.”

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips and Bruce turned around, meeting your eyes for a second before pretending that he hadn’t noticed you. He didn’t want them to know you were there for some reason.

“He won’t take that as an answer,” Bucky responded and you leaned in closer, gently placing your hand on the knob. You knew Bruce would be angry but you cared more for hearing the rest of the conversation, “If there is even one left, he wants them, and he won’t stop searching. Even if it is a one in a seven billion chance, Dr. Banner.”

Bruce leaned against his desk, his arms crossed in front of him as he blew out a sigh, “There’s always an evolutionary reason for things like this. They weren’t snapped away, they slowly stopped being born and they died out. Tell Steve this or not, I don’t care, but it seems the universe is telling us to move on. Alphas will mate with Betas and Betas will mate with those who are not ranked. The world goes on.”

“Bruce-”

Bruce interrupts Rhodes, “Hey, maybe ask Captain Marvel if she’ll fly you an alien omega from another planet,” The scientist didn’t let the two men get anything out before pressing a button on his computer that ended the call.

You took a step back, wondering if you could make a dash upstairs and avoid his wrath, “Don’t,” You heard his voice on the other side of the door before one of the double doors swung open.

You took a breath, “Hi,” You whispered.

“Hi,” Bruce seemed to smile even though he really didn’t want to. He looked down at your small figure, deciding that, like usual, he just couldn’t get truly angry at you. Although he was a Beta and completely outranked you, he never treated you that way, “I thought you were fast asleep.”

“I was…” You tiptoed around the truth. “I couldn’t sleep and … you never talk much about the stuff you do.”

“You’re curious,” Bruce placed his hand on your shoulders, a comforting and warm feeling flowed through, as he slowly turned you in the direction of the kitchen, “I suppose I can’t blame you for that. You know what always helps me sleep?”

You perked up, looking over your shoulder at him, “Milk and cookies?”

“Milk and cookies,” He nodded in agreement, leading you into the small kitchen. All the appliances were on one side, a wooden dining table on the other, with a view of Bruce’s tiny yard. There was a small garden outside though all the plants were dead since Bruce was often too busy and not home enough. You wished you could tend to it but you weren’t allowed outside.

You watched as he retrieved the store-bought cookies from the freezer and you helped him separate them on the pan, “I assume you heard a lot of my conversation.”

“A little,” You shrugged.

“Y/N,” He warned, “C’mon, what are you thinking?”

“That I’ve never …met an Alpha before,” You spoke honestly.

“Well, they’re getting rare these days as well. I suppose that’s a good thing that there’s less ego. If you’re lucky, you’ll never meet one.”

You nodded although you still had questions, “But why exactly can’t I meet one?”

Bruce was quiet for a moment, like he suddenly realized how delicate this topic was, “Alphas and Omegas are a natural pair but Omegas are outnumbered. Too outnumbered.”

“You said that there are probably less than ten of us,” You remembered, “Did you mean that?”

“Yes,” Bruce spoked quickly, “But it’s an estimate. It’s been thirty years since anyone has seen a living Omega.”

“But I’m not the last one, right?” You asked, “You could find another? Why don’t you use me to help? I could help.”

“Y/N,” Bruce said, snapping you from your delusions, “It’s a miracle I found you. A complete miracle. And I promised your Grandmother that I wouldn’t experiment on you, that’s the last thing that she wanted. In the wrong person’s hands, that’s exactly what you’d be. She wanted you protected.”

You weren’t sure exactly how you should feel. You had no idea you could be more isolated. It was all you had known. You spent the first eighteen years of your life with Nana and then the next three with Bruce. You’d never gone to a real school or had real friends and yet this was the first time you were truly alone. You were one of the last ones left. There was no one out there to truly understand you.

The two of you sat at the dining table after the cookies cooled off, your legs tucked beneath you, as you leaned over your plate, “Why do you lie to your friends on the blue computer things?”

“I used to call a lot of people my friends. Now things are different and I just don’t agree with the things they stand for anymore.”

“So why do you talk to them?”

“They’re connected to an important person. I can’t really afford to be on their bad side.”

“The man who’s looking for someone like me?” You pressed further.

Bruce hadn’t realized you comprehended so much and he noted that he would have to start taking his meetings elsewhere. Bruce dipped his last cookie in his glass, eating the whole thing in one bite before dusting off his hands, “I think that’s enough for tonight. You won’t be able to sleep with so much on your mind.”

“There’s already so much to think about,” You whined, “I can handle it, I promise. Besides, who am I gonna talk to about it?”

“That’s enough for tonight,” Bruce spoke firmly, “We both could use some rest.”

Once you found sleep it was relatively peaceful but you were jolted awake by your blanket being ripped from on top of you. You didn’t realize your heart could beat so fast and you were immediately angry at Bruce who had scared you within an inch of your life, “Get up,” He spoke aggressively, “Put your things in this. Pack only the things you need.”

He tossed you a black backpack that you had a feeling would not fit enough of your precious knick knacks that you’d acquired over the past few years. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, “W-What’s wrong?” You asked as he made his way to the door, “Bruce!”

“We’ve been here too long, Y/N,” He ran his fingers through his hair, his voice losing breath, “I’m taking you somewhere safe. I-It’s, uhm, everything’s fine. Just pack up and come downstairs.”

You did as he said, grabbing a maroon sweater to drape over your nightgown before grabbing more clothing items to put in the bag. You decided on one stuffed animal, a squishy version of a panda bear, before grabbing a few toiletries from your bathroom including your white pills.

You slipped on a pair of black boots, strapped on the backpack, and hurried your way down the stairs. This moment felt exactly how it did when your Nana’s heart gave out and Bruce was whisking you away to a land you’d never been before.

“Bruce, I’m ready,” You hurried to the bottom of the stairs only to see a gun being pointed at the side of Bruce’s head. The man holding the gun was dressed in black, an arrow strapped to his back, and intricate tattoos decorating his arm. There was another man with dark skin who’s determined look seemed to be replaced by a dropped jaw at the sight of me, “Bruce.”

“God almighty,” The man with the gun spoke, taking me in. Bruce gave you a panicked look and for the first time it seemed like he didn’t have a plan. You did the only thing you could think to do. You turned on your heel and ran back up the stairs, “Go, Sam.”

You made it back to your bedroom, locking it behind you as you ran to your window. There was a pounding at the door but it wasn’t louder than the pounding in your ears. You manage to get it open before your door is completely broken down. You were halfway onto the landing before you were wrapped in strong arms and yanked back inside. You dug your nails into the man until he groaned in pain but he never let you go.

As your hands desperately grabbed at the stair railing, you heard a deafening sound from too close nearby. Sam hurried down the stairs with you in his arms and he finally let you go when he reached the bottom, “W-What did you do?” You scrambled to your feet, looking over the couch to see Bruce on the floor, the carpet around his head soaking with blood.

“Resisting arrest by a government official,” The man declared and you felt your knees give out beneath you.

“She doesn’t smell like one, Clint,” Sam commented.

“He’s probably been feeding her suppressants. Makes sense why we haven’t had a lead in years,” They spoke about you like you were an object and perhaps that’s what you were, “Cuff her, let’s go.”

You didn’t resist as your arms were pulled behind your back and a black sack was hauled over your head. It’s like your body wanted to shut down, to free you from the terror in your mind, and you could barely feel a thing as you were led outside. It was the first time you’d truly been outside for years and you couldn’t even feel the sun on your skin.

You could hear the roaring sound of a large engine and you were lifted inside before a door was slammed shut. You couldn’t tell if you were alive. You told yourself to breathe but breathing led to hyperventilating. There was not enough air in your lungs nor inside the hood over your head and the oxygen ran out soon and your thoughts trailed off to nowhere.

Steve and Bucky sat side by side in the back of the armored vehicle. Fort Lehigh was their destination, newly revamped in Steve’s honor and now the largest army base in the country. Bucky handed Steve a phone displaying a live feed of your room.

His first impression of you was how small you were and how you looked even smaller due to the fact that you were curled up tightly in a ball. The bed wasn’t small and you didn’t seem to lack any blankets, you were just seeking comfort within your own skin.

“How long has she been off the suppressants?” Steve asked, concern laced in his tone that he would only show to his closest friend.

“Almost 72 hours,” Bucky answered.

“And no one has been allowed near her?”

“No, only the unranked, just like you asked. I doubt anyone will make a move against you, they know where your eyes are set.”

“Still, it’ll be hard for any Alpha to resist her when she fully presents as an Omega. I need to make an offer to Capitol Hill.”

After Tony Stark’s death and Thanos’s defeat, Steve became even more of a symbol. Now, he was the highest ranking American soldier and had more political influence than any politician, “They’ll be touted as heroes for giving the last Omega to their most respected soldier.”

“But they’ll still want something to line their pockets,” Steve said, looking down at the small screen. You still hadn’t moved and Steve wondered how much they scared you during the retrieval. Steve cleared his throat, handing the phone back over. The car was getting closer to the center of the base and he’d be face to face with you soon. He adjusted the front of his suit, a darker version of the usual red, white and blue, “Whatever they ask, make sure they get it.”

“Aye, aye.”

The room barely had any blankets or pillows. One pillow and one blanket. You were completely freezing and all you wanted to do was be under a mountain of blankets and stuffed animals. There were no stuffed animals either and you’d probably never see your old ones again. And fuzzy socks. No fuzzy socks. This place was a complete prison.

In a panic you rearranged the room, moving the mattress beneath the bed and laying the blanket on top to create a tent. They never turned the lights off here either so the time of day was lost on you.

The door to your cell creaked open and you assumed someone was here to drop off food but an extremely deep voice said your name. The name vibrated through you, widening your eyes, and raising every hair on your body. It felt as if you were hearing it for the first time.

You didn’t move but the door closed and the footsteps became louder. His smell enveloped the room, warm and woodsy, like tobacco leaf and vanilla. You completely felt him before you saw him. You could picture him as everything about him had already invaded your every sense.

He kneeled down, lifting the blanket that was shielding you in your tent. It was like a scary movie, the murderous villain finally shows him face, only to be extremely handsome. You were still frightened nonetheless. He scanned you fully examining you like one of his missions.

Steve Rogers.

You were surprised when he let the blanket fall and let you be enveloped by darkness once again. His footsteps faded and the cell door opened, “She needs blankets. Soft things. Find whatever you can. And kill the lights at night, no one can sleep that way. Understand?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

Steve was right. You weren’t tucked away under the bed anymore, you were gathering everything soft they’d given you and creating an intricate nest on the floor. Every pillow was arranged perfectly, contorting to the shape of your body as you finally slept peacefully.

“These young kids have never even seen a young Omega in their lifetime. I didn’t realize they’d have no idea how to care for one,” Steve stood beside Bucky, watching you through the two way mirror.

“It’s a shame,” Bucky shook his head, “I remember when we were younger and we thought you’d turn out to be an Omega.”

Steve smiled, “I proved myself, didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” Bucky nodded, “She could turn out to be something great too. A symbol, I mean. People think the reason we lost so many Omegas is because of how corrupt our society has become. You two … you could represent a transition back to good, American values.”

Steve couldn’t even admit how much the idea of that excited him, “I’ve let you hang around too many politicians.”

“I’m Mr. America, Cap’s Best Friend. Don’t forget that,” Bucky nudged him, “What’s stopping you from just taking her and running?”

“I’m gonna do this right,” Steve responded, “And the suppressants haven’t worn off, I want to be absolutely certain of what she is. Besides that, I’m making other preparations. Everything will eventually go public and people will either want to sell her or experiment on her. I need a safehouse, one much better than Banner’s.”

“What was he thinking?” Bucky asked in disbelief. He was the one who spotted you during the meeting. You were the eyes peeking through the door of Banner’s office.

Steve knew exactly what happened, “He was still trying to be the good guy.” Years ago, he would’ve done the same.

The next time Steve visited your room, you were less on edge but your body was starting to drive you crazy. You had random crying fits even when you weren’t sad and moments where it felt like your blood was on fire. The only thing that soothed you was your pile of soft things.

He leaned against the wall, arms folded in front of him, like a guard, “You had him killed.”

Steve shook his head, “No,” He also didn’t send Clint and Sam there with orders to take him peacefully, “But I’m sorry for your loss.”

You didn’t believe him, that was clear, “He was your friend before he knew me.”

“When you get older, you’ll understand friends often grow apart,” That was something Bruce would’ve said to you.

“And I guess I’ll make friends one day from inside the box I’m forced to live in,” You responded, playing with the fringe on a teal blanket.

“You won’t feel trapped for long.”

Next he was gonna say you’ll have plenty of space to roam, like you were an animal, “You’re the man who was looking for someone like me?”

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N,” You sucked in a breath, “And as my luck would have it, you’re here.”

“What do you want to use me for?”

The captain’s eyes seemed to narrow on you, “What do you think I would like to use you for?”

He was toying with you and you wished you weren’t in such a low position compared to him, “Bruce said bad people would want to experiment on me. He said I was one of the last ones.”

“You are the last Omega, honey,” Steve pushed away from the wall, stalking closer, “And just like Bruce, I don’t want you to be an experiment either.”

“But … you won’t give me my pills.”

“Those pills repress the most special part of you. That’s the part I’m interested in,” Steve crouched down, getting closer to eye level with you, “You don’t know much about yourself, do you?”

You glared at him, and you were angered at what he seemed to be implying. Yes, you were younger and less experienced but you were not stupid. Anger was soon replaced by a new feeling as his eyes settled on your lips. You stood up from the mattress, crossing the room to create more distance.

“What if I don’t want to go with you?”

Steve hung his head for a moment and you could tell that was not the reaction he wanted. He stood next, and you realized just how much bigger he was than you. You were a third of him, his shadow immediately draping over you, a wall of muscle you could barely see past.

“I know that coming off the suppressants is making you feel weird . . . emotional, even, but it’ll pass. You’ll feel normal-”

“I-I’m emotional because you . . . y-you killed my friend and I’m stuck here!” You were surprised you raised your voice but you needed him to hear you. Your voice was smaller than his and your voiced seemed to bounce right off of him and crumble to the floor. Still, your frustrations flowed out, “I don’t know you, I don’t know where I am, and everything here tastes like … l-like cardboard! None of my clothes are here, my panda is gone, and there’s no bad reality television to watch!”

Steve smiled, “Keep going, sweetheart.”

You had the urge to scream but you clenched your fist instead. Steve watched as you began to pace, “This is what I was warned about. Those pills keep me from being w-weak . . . a-and crazy and I’m not supposed to be like this,” Tears stung your eyes before they fell down your cheeks, “I'm not supposed to be here with you.”

“Come here, Y/N,” Your body went rigid as his voice shivered through you. You looked up at him in shock as it wasn’t you who was in control of your movements, “Come closer.”

He’d changed his voice, it had the same deepness but it was now dripping in influence. Control.

A test.

You tried to shake your head but couldn’t. You were still upset, your throat still tight from the crying, and you felt the lack of control was gonna make your mood worsen.

“Y/N,” He tried again and you actively fought it.

“No,” You struggled to say, your voice a whimper, “Please.”

Now, you were desperate. Steve liked that word on your lips and he liked those tear stained cheeks more than he’d probably admit.

“Come,” He ordered again and your body moved towards its Master, “That’s it, good Omega. Good girl.”

Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him and your head rested on his chest. A switch flipped inside you as you were enveloped in his warmth and a part of you seemed to roar awake as his large hands pet the curls atop your head. Your worries faded, your heartbeat evened out, and the flame beneath your skin was extinguished.

It was euphoric.

Steve went into the ice unmated, and once he awoke, all the Omegas were gone. Something shifted within him as well and even he marveled at how quickly nature took its course. The sound of his voice was enough to quell your tantrum. All you needed was to be reminded of your place. You’d have him to guide you and to protect you. Steve would make sure you wanted for nothing.

When you pulled away from his embrace, your hands roamed cautiously over his uniform, feeling every divet and wanting desperately to feel his skin. Your smaller hand grabbed his, your doe eyes staring up at him. What were the chances that the last Omega in the world would be this beautiful?

Steve was curious about your next movements as you led him over to your makeshift bed. You pointed down to the bed, expecting him to understand but he was left guessing, “You want me to lie down, honey?”

You nodded, the relaxed daze you were in had left you speechless. Steve did as you wanted, wondering how it was that he was taking the orders now. Normal, non-hypnotized you, would’ve found it funny watching the monster of a man lay there on a twin sized mattress. Now, all you wanted was to be protected in his embrace. You kept your hand in his, laying down right next to him.

Next, you closed your eyes and found the coziest dreamland.

Two days later, the scientists on the base declared that it was likely that the suppressants were no longer in your system. You were at your most natural state but it couldn’t feel much more foreign than it did. Steve was wrong, the emotional fits continued but now it was due to the fact that he’d left you alone, clinging to a pillow that still smelt like him. You missed him and hated that you missed him.

That morning, your breakfast arrived as well as a stack of folded clothes. You knew it was a sign that you were leaving the room but that brought new fears you hadn’t even considered. You were trading this prison for another but there had to be some way out. Steve couldn’t possibly have everything figured out. But what if he did? And he’d overpower you easily so what was there left to do.

You were beginning to think it might be better to be a science experiment rather than his puppet.

The clothing provided was a pink, floral, knee-length dress and a clean pair of white sneakers. Undergarments were provided, of course, but you wondered if Steve had a hand in picking those. Before you could stop yourself, you brought the dress to your nose, needing to know if he had touched them.

You sensed no trace of him and immediately felt embarrassed that you desired him. That emotion turned to anger and you decided that you wanted to stay a little longer in the white box. You tossed the clothes to the side, focusing on fueling yourself instead. When your food was done, you stared at the two way mirror, a scowl on your face, and you hoped Steve was on the other side.

The door opened again thirty minutes later and you were fully prepared for Steve but a woman entered instead, unranked, and dressed like a lawyer. She smiled at you, her dark hair tucked neatly in a bun behind her hair, as she closed the door behind her, “Y/N, I’m Maria Hill, It’s nice to meet you.”

You scanned her over, unable to even truly imagine how disheveled you must look in comparison to her. She glances quickly over to the clothes that are tossed to the side of the room. “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s going to meet us at our next location but don’t even worry about him, think of me as your advocate. I’m going to explain all the legal jargon so it’s not-”

“Legal?” Your eyebrows raised, “Where are we going?”

“Washington, D.C.,” She said, “A senate subcommittee meeting is being held concerning your … well-being.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. W-Why does the Senate care about me? Do lots of people know about me? How many?”

“As of this morning, the world knows,” She spoke, although her eyes said that she knew she was delivering devastating news, “Our government has a duty to protect you, Y/N. They’re deciding the next steps they need to make in order to ensure your safety.”

“I’m safe here,” You rushed out, panic beginning to set in, “Just let me stay here. I-I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

“Listen, I know this is frightening but this is your chance to ensure your own freedom,” That snapped you from the fog of anxiety, “You can show them who you are, that you’re your own person with feelings and needs. You can say whatever you want to them. This isn’t the 50’s anymore, the only thing they want to force you to do is to stay alive.”

You swallowed.

You weren’t even sure who you were and you weren't even sure you could even think of words to describe yourself that didn’t seem juvenile. Steve had the upper hand in that arena as well. You didn’t know him well but you could tell he was sure of himself.

You stayed close to Maria the entire time, during the helicopter ride and the car ride to the Capital. As you got closer, you saw thousands of people lined up on the street just to see the line of black limos pass by. There was no hiding it, the world knew your name and there was no hiding your scent.

A group of eight Secret Service agents surrounded you the entire time, up the white steps and into the prestigious building. You couldn’t see much past them. You could only hear the roar of a crowd and the snapping of pictures.

Once you were inside, the agents parted only to let someone into you and Maria’s bubble. You hadn’t seen Steve since you’d cuddle up to him in bed and you didn't realize you’d feel the same euphoria as before just by being a foot away from him. You kept your hands to your side, resisting any desire to reach out and grab him, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,'' was the first thing he said. You could say the same as he was dressed in a fancy black suit, his lapel decorated with several different medals of honor.

Your lips parted although no words left them. That made him smirk.

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

You shook your head quickly.

“Good,” He stated, “There’s no need to be nervous when I’ll be there, understand?”

You nodded, feeling like a puppet.

“Tell me you understand, honey.”

“I . . . I understand,” You found your voice and you gave Maria a suspecting look which Steve seemed to notice.

“Is that all, Captain?” Maria asked, “The meeting is starting soon.”

“Yes,” He leaned down to whisper in your ear in that life-shaking, influencing tone, “You’re mine.”

The pictures didn’t stop even as you entered the meeting room. The room was huge with wood walls and expensive looking golden fixtures everywhere. The group of 12 senators sat in a half circle behind a curved wooden desk, elevated a few feet from the crowd. You walked with Maria past several rows of pews filled with people. There wasn’t enough room for everyone to sit, leaving reporters and photographers standing on the sides of the room, snapping pictures, and calling out your name in order to get your take on the situation.

The room felt airless and it made it even worse that you felt you were moving in quicksand. Maria was keeping you upright, tethering you to the planet you mentally felt so far away from, leading you to the second table placed in front of the congress members. When you sat beside her, you wanted to stop yourself from looking behind you but you couldn’t help herself. Like you expected, everyone’s attention was locked on you. From all angles, there was no way you could escape it.

Your eyes met Steve’s who was sitting in the adjacent table to yours, right next to Bucky Barnes. You realized that Steve was going to be a voice in this matter, most likely arguing against whatever you wanted for yourself.

With your feet dangling above the group in the large chair, it was hard to think the two of you were on the same level.

The meeting had started but you felt outside your body and you realized you were only staring instead of listening. Everything seemed to get quiet and you were suddenly back in your body. You had no idea how long it had been since you sat down or why everyone seemed to be waiting.

Maria squeezed your hand which was sweaty and resting on the table in front of you. She leaned over to say, “Senator Ochoa addressed you,” She gave you a reassuring smile, “She wants you to introduce yourself and talk about how you ended up here today. Just stand and share what you’re comfortable with.”

You didn’t know you’d have to stand to speak and you were almost considering falling over and faking a heart attack. Steadying yourself on shaking legs, you suddenly realized you had no idea who that senator was. You scanned their nameplates, your eyes landing on a brown skinned woman with straight white hair.

You were suddenly aware it had been an uncomfortable amount of silence since someone last spoke. Still, you were getting up the courage, deciding to focus on the woman as a way to not focus on the hundred of people whose eyes were on you, “Hi … I’m Y/N … Y/L/N-” Already there were whispers and you looked down at Maria who was urging you to continue, “I-I didn’t know I was coming here today and I’ve . . . never even been in a room with more than 3 people until now. The past few days have probably been the worst of my life but . . . before that, I grew up with my grandmother. She protected me and she homeschool me for my entire life. When she died, Dr. Banner took me in-”

Everyone was in tune to every word you said, like your life was the most interesting thing in the world. Truthfully, your life still wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things and you disliked the seriousness people were now assigning it.

“He kept me safe and loved me like his own. He was . . .” You held in your tears but your eyes still watered, “He was murdered by one of your government officials and now I’m here. That’s my life, Congresswoman.”

She addressed you again, “Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. We’re all aware this environment is abnormal for you, that’s why we had Agent Hill help represent you today. Please feel free to ask questions if you don’t understand something,” You nodded, “If I may continue, in the official report, it says that Dr. Banner pulled a knife on Agent Barton. You mentioned that he kept you safe. Would it be safe to say that he would kill for you?”

“I didn’t know him as a killer, and I was there, I know for a fact that he didn’t try to hurt Agent Barton. There was a gun pointed to his head-” You tried to control your tone, not wanting to come off as angry, although that was all you felt when you thought about how he died, “No, he wouldn’t have.”

Another Senator spoke up, “Miss Y/L/N, isn’t it true that Dr. Banner didn’t clue you in to much of his business? Did you know that he had sold the government fake tracking devices and was sending our agents on wild goose chases around the world?”

“Well …” You couldn’t lie, especially around this many people, “I didn’t know that exactly. I did know that Omegas were being searched for and that . . and that-”

“Did you or did you not know the device was fake, Miss Y/LN?”

You looked down at Maria and she simply told you to be honest, “No, I didn’t.”

You were asked a few more questions and the only thing the Senators seemed to learn was that you knew nothing at all. When it seemed they were getting nowhere with me, they moved to Steve, and many of the Senator’s eyes seemed to light up when the hundred year old man began to speak.

“The matter of today is not to determine the cause of Dr. Banner’s death nor is it meant to decide his intentions. Whether we believe he was right or wrong, the law was broken. It was established years ago, that any Omega must be turned over to authorities,” Steve was confident and precise, “Of course, we’ve never had to actually deal with that possible issue until now. There’s no point in wasting time. We’ll need a plan to keep Miss Y/L/N safe and then procedures in place in case another Omega is found. Miss Y/L/N’s surfacing gives hope for a promising future but we can’t deny that her presence will bring challenges.”

The conversation shifted to one that you no longer felt a part of.

“What’s a sure way that an Omega remains protected?” One Senator asked.

“A mate,” Another one answered.

“Are you suggesting the government play matchmaker?” Senator Ochoa seemed to be one of the few not under Steve’s influence.

“As Captain Rogers said before, Senator, a sole Omega will attract much unwanted attention. Having a mate, a physical bond, would provide the most protection,” You could feel Steve’s eyes on you although you couldn’t face him. You worried he’d gain the ability to control you with his eyes next.

You watched as a debate began between the Senators, some calling it blasphemous but too many suggestions involved sacrificing self interest for the greater good. You turned to Maria who seemed surprised by the direction of the conversation as well. She stood next and you mentally let out a breath of relief as you weren’t sure you could eloquently get your point across, “It must be her own choice of who her mate should be. Arranged matings are not the sort of precedent we want to set in this country.”

“I’m afraid this precedent has already been set, Agent Hill,” Senator Brinkley chimed in, “With the decline in new Omegas during the 60’s, arranged matings were very common and even arranged by local governments. I urge Miss Y/L/N to consider the incentives we’d be required to provide her for her trouble.”

“Her trouble? Money is not something that would compensate for any sort of emotional distress.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Ranked humans are meant to have mates. Omegas are born to be paired with Alphas. It’s in all of our natures.”

You saw Maria running into a dead end and your anxiety grew worse, “I hadn’t realized this was an ambush. I am moving that we schedule another meeting a few days from now. That way we can have more time-”

“Time is of the essence, Agent Hill,” Steve interrupted.

“Captain Rogers is correct,” Senator Neal, the subcommittee chairman, made his final declaration, “We can arrange another meeting soon but the problem at hand must have a solution for now. We simply cannot take the chance of losing our last Omega. For the time being, Miss Y/L/N will be turned over to Captain Steve Rogers. As our most decorated military member and one of our highest ranking Alphas, I believe she’ll be in great care.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” You heard Maria say before you tuned out the world around you.

Being one of the few Omegas, you thought you might be treated as less than but until now you hadn’t realized how true that would be. It was stupid to let the crowds and reporters fool you. They were watching you like an animal in the zoo because that’s exactly what you were now.

When you tuned in again, a calloused hand had wrapped around your tiny one and you were standing in front of a flock of reporters. You looked up at Steve and he had the same confidence and seriousness in his look as he spoke to them. He’d probably have no problem convincing the public that this was the right choice.

You had to walk fast to keep up with him. Maria was gone, you weren’t sure when you had lost her, but now you were surrounded by even more people that you didn’t know. At some point you were sitting in a car listening to Steve talk on the phone to what sounded like a news outlet. Then at another point you were being pulled out of a car and lifted into strong arms. You supposed Steve had gotten tired of your short legs.

It was loud on the asphalt, you heard the whirring sound of the engine as you were carried closer to it. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your head tilted into the side of his neck as you inhaled the most enticing scent, “The hard part is over, honey. You can relax now.”

You ran to what you hoped was the bathroom once you awoke and saw that you were on TV. Your eyes were closed as you wretched but you could still see a scared little girl standing shyly next to the strongest soldier in the world. Why did you let him whisk you away when you could’ve stood up for yourself? Why could you not think for yourself at all when you touched him?

When you finished vomiting into the toilet, you made your way over to the sink, and you saw a figure standing behind you as your eyes first opened again, “Your toothbrush is in the first drawer to the right. All your things are on the right side, mine on the left. The closets are organized the same way.” You opened the door and surely there was a pink, electric toothbrush.

You truly got a chance to look at the bathroom which had tall ceilings, a fancy shower, his and hers sinks, and the impossibly clean mirror in front of you, “I don’t have any clothes,” You countered, adding toothpaste to the tip.

“I had a few things brought from Banner’s house and I had more purchased for you.”

You shifted, not having expected he would go as far to get you clothes you’d actually be comfortable in. You didn’t let that ease you, your stomach still feeling unsettled as you began to brush your teeth. Steve’s eyes stayed on you, watching you as if you might dust away at any moment.

“I know it was scary being seen by all those people,” Steve said, leaning in the bathroom doorway. He almost looked unfamiliar in a black t-shirt and black sweatpants, “You represent something good, that’s all, that’s why people care so much.”

You spit the contents in your mouth into the sink, wiping your mouth as you turn off the water, “You knew how it would affect me but you caused it. Maria said that yesterday–”

“Two days ago, you’ve been asleep for awhile,” He corrected you. Your brows furrowed and you finally noticed the clothes you were wearing. A men’s plaid button up that went all the way down to your knees.

You couldn’t possibly have slept for two days, “You keep using your stupid Alpha voice on me and now I’m losing track of time. The last thing I remember was getting on the plane. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Your eyes were wide, panic setting in again.

“Y/N, you fell asleep because your body was exhausted and my touch allows for it to relax. You’re not losing your mind, I promise, just learning more about yourself.”

It didn’t make sense. You had no idea that Alpha’s had that power over Omegas, “That doesn’t change what you did. Maria said that the meeting was an ambush. You planned it. You knew what decision they were going to make.”

“Yes,” Steve nodded, “I pushed them in the correct direction.”

You shook your head, “I’d rather be back in the white box than here with you. I’d rather even be where Bruce is now. I hope you know that. Whatever little voice you use, or whoever I turn into when you touch me, that’s not who I am. I hate you.”

You were surprised to see him falter, to see anger threaten to show on his features, and you realized the noble man wasn’t always so stoic.

He straightened himself, his arms still crossed across his chest as he came closer, “I don’t need to use my voice to control you, Y/N. And my voice is not going to be the reason that you’ll do exactly as I say from now on. Would you rather my touch be unkind to you? I can bend you over my lap and show you how unkind I can be. Do you under-”

You caught him by surprise again as you made a break for it, running around him and through the master bedroom. He was stronger but you were much smaller. You couldn’t outrun him but you could exercise what little control you had left.

With tears stinging your eyes, your bare feet padded down a long wooden hallway until arriving at a staircase. Steve wasn’t running but you could hear his heavy steps behind you. You felt you were running through a museum as you began to look around at the decor. You were surrounded by traditional fixtures, moody colors, and a whole lot of war memorabilia.

At the end of the stairs, you saw the front door and ran to turn the knob though it did not budge. You looked through the sidelights, noting that the home you were in was in the middle of a cul de sac and you saw rows of identical looking houses all the way in the distance.

“Y/N!” You kept moving. Steve sounded more annoyed than angry now as he followed you through the kitchen’s swinging doors. You stopped in your tracks, meeting eyes with three people, a woman who was cutting vegetables on a cutting board, a woman who was wiping down a dining table, and a young guy in overalls installing something near the back door.”

You felt Steve’s hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, guys. Y/N desperately wanted a tour. Y/N, this is our chef, Cynthia. Our housekeeper, Amy. And Andrew is taking care of some things around the house, helping us get settled in.”

It looked like he was installing a similar security device to the back door.

It was your turn to say something as both Amy and Cynthia gave you warm smiles. The only thoughts crossing your mind pertained to Steve’s hands on your shoulder, “Will you both be having lunch in the dining room?” Cynthia asked.

“No, just have it sent up in about … an hour,” Steve responded, “Thank you.”

Steve was leading you out of the kitchen and, as soon as you were out of their sites, you were thrown over his shoulder. You expected a cool remark but Steve was quiet as he carried you back up to the room.

He set you on your feet, only to keep his promise by bending you over his lap. He’d sat at the edge of the bed, pinning your arms to your side as he held your body as close as possible. He only had to lift the shirt a small bit to completely expose your body.

“Cynthia and Amy will help us for our first weeks together. Your first real heat will come soon and we’ll need to be together, they’ll be able to keep the house together,” You squirmed as his fingers caressed the back of your thighs, threatening to dip into the gap between your parted legs, “When your heat is much more managed, or when your belly wells up with my child, you’ll take on those duties of maintaining the house. A military base is not where I want us to live forever but it will do for the time being.”

He’d thought all of this over, most likely in great detail, he’d had a chance to process it and he expected that you’d do the same. Still, he gave you little time to panic over that impending doom as he began to lay hard slaps against the bare skin of your bottom.

You screamed, thinking that maybe one of the people downstairs would come to your aid but your hopes weren’t high for long, “Please!” You begged, although you soon grew embarrassed by your own crying, letting the comforting muffle your voice. You didn’t want anyone to rescue you. You didn’t want anyone to know you’d been spanked like a disobedient child as an adult.

“Tell me you’ll be good for me, baby.”

There was no Alpha voice and there was even a sweet mention of a pet name yet this was the most threatened you felt to obey.

“Yes! O-Okay,” You stuttered, choking on a cough.

“Repeat it back to me, Y/N.”

“I’ll b-be good for you, S-Steve,” You could finally catch your breath when he stopped. When he stopped, you didn’t even move yourself, you didn’t even attempt to cover yourself. Steve was the one who lifted you, laying you gently at the edge of the bed with your bottom up.

You laid there motionless, hearing Steve walk away to the bathroom, but your eyes were fixed on the master bedroom door. This would be a bigger cage and you doubted that you wouldn’t feel trapped here like Steve had promised.

The bed dipped beside you and you cringed and squirmed as you felt his hand on your bottom again. He shushed you, holding your upper arm to keep you in place as he lotioned a cool substance over the raw skin.

Steve wiped your tears, pushing the hair from your face in order to admire you more closely. You looked even more beautiful with your wet stained cheeks and he loved the way your eyelashes laid against your cheeks when your eyes were closed.

“Please don’t do that again,” Steve heard you whisper. He grabbed your chin and your eyes fluttered open again. You looked at him in a way he hadn’t noticed before, like you were seeing him for the first time.

Steve didn’t want to argue with you anymore, knowing he could get his point across more clearly with you when he was physical. He brought his lips toward your hesitant ones. Steve knew you wouldn’t pull away, your body wouldn’t let you run away from that sort of pleasure, and he deepened it further.

This wasn’t his first kiss since the 40’s but it sure felt like something new. Steve held your hips and he could sense you get overwhelmed by your wandering hands. He wanted to feel all of you although he knew he’d have to avoid your bottom after his cruel handiwork. He caressed your back, your thighs, and made his way to the back of your neck. He held you in his strong grip, keeping your lips tight against his as he moved his against yours.

His stubble brushed against your skin, tickling you as his lips moved to your neck.

Steve kissed and sucked on your neck and moans and mewls fell from your lips. Steve could tell you were extra sensitive there and it sparked his curiosity. He made it his new mission to find the most sensitive parts of your body, the ones that made your body writhe with pleasure, and one day he’d torture you slowly by focusing on each one.

Steve had to feel between your legs, had to taste and smell you. You were to be his mate, he was the only one to have you in this way, and he’d relish every moment of your first time. He teased your clit with his pointer finger. You closed your legs, an attempt to hide away but he was stronger, “Give yourself to me,” He rasped against your throat, “Or I’ll take it.”

You were already soaking the comforter and Steve heard your words becoming practically incoherent, “I … please … I …so-so … “

Steve pressed your front into the mattress, deciding to take his place behind you, his commanding hands lifting your hips into the air. Your ass was still sore and Steve could feel your fear that he would hurt you again but all you felt was the lips that were just on yours dipping between your legs. He lapped at you furiously, his tongue dipping inside you, licking up and down before it swirled around your sensitive bud.

You moaned into the comforter and Steve rubbed his hard member through his sweatpants. Normally, he might’ve kissed you longer, massaged you longer, or waited until you had a few more orgasms against his tongue but he had to be inside his little Omega.

After he gave you your first orgasm, Steve revealed his cock, wasting no time sheathing himself inside of you.

It felt right, although your body was so much smaller, it was the perfect fit. You’d never done this before but your body was ready, you accepted him with a little bit of easing, “There you go, honey, you’re doing so good,” Your head turned to the side, Steve watched your eyes roll back as he went deep inside of you.

He slowly pressed your hips back down against the mattress, moving in and out of you with ease. He felt every time you tightened around his cock, your body releasing all the tension beneath your skin. Steve removed his t-shirt, beginning to break a sweat although he still had a lot left within him.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked, going harder.

“Don’t stop,” Was your response which made him smile.

“Ask me politely,” Steve slowed his pace, teasing you.

“Please don’t stop,” You spoke quickly and he could tell you were close to convulsing again, “Please, Steve.”

“Good, Omega,” Steve went harder again, knowing you went crazy when he pulled himself all the way out and shoved himself deeper again, “Good girl.”

“Thank you,” You mewled, “I’m your good girl.”

It wasn’t long before your words coaxed him into his own orgasm. He felt his own sense of euphoria as he released inside you, feeling your warm walls around him until his body allowed him to relax. Steve laid beside your shaking body, caressing your back as he pressed his nose into your hair.

“I’m your good girl?” He heard you whisper and he now realized how much his words meant to you. You wanted his reassurance when you were within your most vulnerable state. He knew you were wrong before in saying this side of you was not the real you.

“Yes,” Steve kissed your shoulder, “You’re my good little girl. Forever, honey.”

part two

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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The Sweetest Nectar

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader. Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.

Word Count: 1K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT,

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Soft Dark Subby Nomad Steve Rogers. Darkish reader. Mention of pre-serum Steve, Lap dance in public, voyeurism, masturbation, mention of drugs and alcohol, pining, angst, teasing, exhibitionism (on reader’s part), possible non con exhibitionism (on Sam’s part). Oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), sloppy seconds, possible cheating. All errors my own.

A/N: Thanks for this ask! It streched me.

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You were giving your boyfriend a lap dance on Steve’s couch, and it made the host irrationally happy.

Steve was glad that Sam had someone, especially someone as sweet as you. Damn, you were probably so fucking sweet.

Steve licked his lips as he watched your hips undulate in front of Sam’s face. This was the perfect opportunity to watch you and ogle your body, because everyone was a little tipsy and a little high and doing it too.

It was all in fun, right?

You glanced at Steve upside down as you gyrated on Sam’s lap now, and bent backward all the way over, your braids touching the floor, giving the room a view of your luscious tits.

Yeah. You were perfect. And this night was the highlight since Steve came out of the ice.

You winked at Steve and his face grew red, but he played it off by taking another drink and rubbing his beard while flipping his long hair out of his face.

It worked on countless other women, but you just sat back up and pulled Sam’s face into the valley of your breasts, gasping as he motorboated your clothed breasts and grabbed the glorious globes of your blue-jeaned ass.

People laughed, but Steve’s mood changed; he started plotting dismemberment and where to scatter body parts when Bucky came up to stand beside him and watch.

“Hold it up a little higher, buddy.”

Steve didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he took another drink and replied.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“That torch you’re carrying. Maybe she’ll see it if you hold it up higher, Lady Liberty.”

Steve just scoffed and drank some more, not denying anything that Bucky had said.

Bucky laughed and went to get another beer, as Steve practically cried in his, his heart silently aching for you.

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You and Sam were in Steve’s bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was doing body shots in the kitchen.

“F-f-fuckkkkk! Samuel T-t-t-hom… fuck, Samuel Thomas W-w-wilsonnnnn.”

You were grabbing Sam’s ears as he skillfully ate you out, looking down on him between your legs as he sucked and pulled and played with your clit.

“Fucky, Baby… where did you learn to do … goddamn…”

You panted to try and catch your breath as he inserted three fingers inside you and spread them out.

“Holyyyyyy Shhhhhhh!!!!!!!!”

You came like a freight train, your knees clamping down around Sam’s head. Sam’s large hands pried you from around his face and came up for air, a triumphant smirk on his face. He held your legs open and gazed at the pretty dark, wet lips of your cunt and the creamy liquid oozing out between them.

“Learning new techniques every day. Just to keep you satisfied, darlin’,”

Sam shook his head and watched as your pretty pussy lips sheltered your still quivering folds.

“It’s a beautiful view.”

Steve silently agreed from the closet, watching your beautiful cunt shine in the dim light from the street. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, fisting himself brutally at the sights, sounds, and faint smell of you. Steve silently willed Sam to action, wanting to hear how that wet pussy sounded when it was fucked good.

It was just like before the war, when he watched Bucky…

“Hmmmm, Daddy. Give me some. Please? Pretty please. Will you give me some of that thick dick?”

You leaned back, legs still open, looking up at Sam, who was standing now, in front of you.

Your face, fucked out and glowing, looked up at his friend as you licked your lips was everything in the world to Steve Rogers right now.

Steve imagined it was him you were begging, and he didn’t know if he wanted you to suck Sam off or let him fuck you senseless. He just knew that wanted to bust this nut.

“Assume the fucking position then.”

You whimpered, and Steve nearly bust in his hand.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You got on all fours on the bed and that view was even better than before. Oh, how he’d eat that ass, Steve thought.

Sam smacked both cheeks three times, and your moans and sighs alone were enough to make Steve cum. He watched his friend line up his thick dick and swipe it through your folds, and could almost feel your beautiful wetness. Stevehad to bite his lips to hold in his own grunts as Sam slowly, wetly, and solidly sank into you.

“Ohhhhhh… shit….DADDY!!!”

“Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”

Sam’s head lolled back on his shoulders as he bottomed out and Steve’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he witnessed the ecstasy.

Then, Sam looked down and smacked your ass again. Steve watched, rapt, as Sam slowly pulled almost all the way out, then plunged quickly back into your wet goodness. He bet you were so warm. Sam did it again and again and again, faster and faster, and faster. Steve stroked in time as you moaned louder and louder and louder, oblivious to the others at the party.

Steve watched your back arch, and your flesh shake and ripple with every back shot delivered. He was so fucking close.

“Daddy? Daddy? Please Daddy.. I wanna, I wanna….I neeeeeed to…”

“Cum, Darlin’... give it to me. Fuck yeah!”

Sam’s voice was a growl and as you started shaking, Steve’s cum started spilling into his palm and the sock that he was using to contain it.

“Shhsshhhhittttttt….” Steve’s whisper was not silent, but quiet enough that you two wouldn’t hear it over your own noises.

You and Sam collapsed on the bed..

“That was great, Darlin’. You shouldn’t tease me like that in public. ‘S not gonna stop me from giving it to you.”

Sam kissed your nose.

“I am well aware of what that does to a man. Makes it that much better, Daddy.”

Sam laughed, and then moved toward the bathroom.

“We better get outta here, before Steve catches us in his bedroom.”

You looked toward the bathroom and then sat up on the edge of the bed, legs open again.

Steve saw your wrecked pussy, the combination of you and Sam seeping out, and his cock swelled again. He nearly yelled when he saw you playing in it again. It was like you were doing it just for him.

But you stopped when Sam came back out to get dressed.

“I need a little more time to get cleaned up. You go ahead.”

“Ok Darlin,” Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead and you reached for a peck on the lips.

“You made me hungry, took all my energy. I’m going to go eat some food.”

Sam winked and left the room smiling and happy.

When the door closed, you stared straight at the closet.

“Well? Are you going to stay in there and jack off again, or are you going to come out and clean me up?”

You leaned back on your hands, legs wide.

“Now’s your chance Steve. I know you’re in there. Are you going to come out Captain?”

Steve gulped. Then he couldn’t help but comply.

“Fuck…”

Steve emerged from the closet, the tip hard cock glistening and stiff at the opening of his undone pants. He walked toward you and dropped to his knees.

You threaded your hand in his hair, brushing it away from his forehead as he closed his eyes at your touch. You guided his head toward your throbbing cunt.

“You get sloppy seconds, but I bet that’s what you like…”

“Yes ma’am.”

Steve nodded vigorously as his tongue collected the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.

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mariaxxxxx · 3 months

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Welcome a Masterlist of Masterlist

Hello, I'm Maria E, She/They. Just a Brazilian girl who loves to write. I hope you enjoy my stories and forgive my bad English. My stories are for people of legal age (18+) Pay attention to warnings, please; Some themes can be sensitive and trigger triggers.🩷🩷

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Baron Helmut Zemo

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chixkencxrry · 11 months

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some of y’all shit be reading like character ai…not suspicious at all…

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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Okayyy, potential trope for you. Let's see if I can get your gears turning.

It's nice to meet your idol, right? Maybe it's your favorite actor or musician.

Say, our dear reader finally scores tickets to a meet and greet of some sort. She's been saving up for a while and she's very excited to meet [guy of your choosing]. Said man takes an interest in the reader and invites her to an after party. While initially excited, once there, the reader sees this isn't exactly what it's cracked up to be.

One specifically for Cap. Similar to the plot above but not an AU. Captain America saves the reader's life in one of the many attacks on New York lol. The reader delivers baked goods to Steve as a thank you, but it seems he has other plans. American's Golden Boy may not be as sweet as everyone thinks.

Title: Baker’s Dozen

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Baker!Reader

Wordcount: 1,378

Summary: You just want to deliver a personal thanks to the man who saved your life.

Warnings: Dark, Implied Noncon, Drugging, Burnt Fluff, Meet Cute, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MINORS DNI

A/N: i had so much fun writing this, even though it took three tries! Unedited and unbeta’d, I do not consent for this or any work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Read at your own risk, and mind the warnings. Enjoy!

The elbow narrowly misses the box of cupcakes in your hands, but only because you turn away just in time, taking the unassuming blow to your side instead. You grunt with pain, and the blonde who’d elbowed you looks back over her shoulder. Her eyes track over you like she’s sizing you up.

“Sorry.” You can tell by the curl of her lip that she isn’t sorry at all. “We’ve just been waiting here so long, I was stretching out.” She’s wearing a Captain America t-shirt, Steve’s smiling face looking out at you soullessly from the image. “Have you been here long?”

You’d been waiting longer than she had—but unlike her, you weren’t there as a fan, not really.

“Yeah,” you reply tartly. “A while.” Her obligational apology complete, the blonde turns back to the tower entrance, standing on her tip-toes to catch a peek of the heroes inside. You were in awe of them, but not like her. Last year, during the invasion of New York, Steve Rogers had personally saved your life. The memory is still so vivid that it sours your stomach.

Horrible, alien chattering, the smell of charred flesh—no thoughts, only cold, clear panic—bodies, under the rubble, under cars, in the street, running—and then him. Cutting down your pursuers with a precision that chilled you to think about.

“It’s okay, doll. Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You wouldn’t be here without him.

The crowd begins to murmur, people jostling you as they begin clamoring for a glimpse of the people approaching the tower. The low murmur rises, becoming a dull hum and then louder as the street began to echo with the shouts of adoration. It’s like the Avengers are celebrities, not heroes, the way people scream and fawn. You clutch your container as the sea of people rocks you, praying you don’t lose hold of it.

All of them are there—Natasha, the Black Widow, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor—and Steve Rogers. You try to go over your script in your head again, trying to remember all the parts. Hi, I just wanted to thank you for—

“Tony! Tony Stark!” Someone behind you screams. “I love you!” His head swivels in your direction, and your face burns with secondhand embarrassment.

“These for me?” He asks you, smirking as he gestures to the box.

“I, er, well actually—” The blonde elbows accidentally-on-purpose again, and this time your box slips from your grasping fingers, and tumbles face down onto the concrete.

“Ooops.”

You bite your lip as Tony bends down to collect the card inside, swiping a glob of frosting off of the front of it, before his eyes flick up to you.

“Not for me, then.” He looks over his shoulder. “Capsicle, this one’s all you.” Your heart hammers in your chest at his words, and embarrassed tears begin gathering in your eyes. You’d gone to a lot of trouble to wait here, just to thank him. There were others he’d saved, you know that, but… still.

This was stupid anyway.

Steve pulls the card from Tony’s fingers, and your face heats as his eyes move over the thank you written on the inside. You’d rather hoped you wouldn’t be around when he read it, but then again, you’d hoped he’d actually be able to eat the cupcakes you’d spent the better part of this morning—and yesterday night—slaving over. But instead, they were smashed on the sidewalk, and he was reading your card right in front of you.

“I, I—”

“You made these for me?” He asks, and you swear steam must be pouring out of your ears, from the heat of your cheeks.

“Yes,” you murmur, clearing your throat before repeating yourself, louder. “Yes. I wanted to say, um. Thank you. For saving me.” He flashes you one of those million watt smiles you’ve seen him give on television, and your chest tightens.

“Well I’ll tell you what. Since I didn’t get to eat these, why don’t we try this again?”

“Again?” You repeat stupidly, your brows knitting together.

“Again.” He confirms with a nod and a wider smile. “Why don’t you come by again tomorrow evening?” His eyes flick to the blonde beside you. “Less chance of any more accidents.” Steve winks at you, and you stammer out a yes. “Perfect. Lookin’ forward to it, doll.”

—

This time, security escorts you into the building, your last two cupcakes clutched against your chest. The same blonde is out there again, and she glares daggers at your back as the black paneled doors close behind you. Steve is waiting for you in the lobby.

“You made it,” he says, waving. “Good.”

Stiffly, you hold out the container. “This is, um. For you.” He takes it, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “I just. I didn’t get to say thank you, that time. I know you probably don’t even remember, but—”

“Thirty fourth street.” He says, softly. You don’t realize he’s talking to you at first, until his eyes find yours. “Right? That’s where you were.” Your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure he can hear it. “I remember you.”

You swallow thickly. “O-oh.”

“Why don’t you come up? I can’t eat both of these by myself.” He says, wiggling the container a little. The delicately frosted roses inside are some of your best work, it had been a particular blow to see them get destroyed yesterday.

“I, I shouldn’t, I—”

“Nonsense. Please, I insist. I won’t consider myself properly thanked unless you eat one of these amazing looking cupcakes with me. Please.”

You hedge for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright. It’s just… I eat too many of them anyway,” you joke, trying to ease the tension. He smiles, heading for the elevators. His room is high up, on a floor that makes you dizzy when you look out of the window and down to the street. It’s more like an apartment than a room, and you wonder dryly if Tony Stark is a decent landlord.

Steve steers you over to the kitchen, seating you at the island. “Anything to drink?”

“Water, please.”

“I’ve got… sparkling? I think Tony stocks this stuff,” he mutters, and you laugh.

“I’ll take one off your hands.”

You fiddle with your phone as he pours it into a glass, and slides it across the counter to you. With barely concealed anticipation, you watch him open up the container, and remove the blue rose cupcake from its wrapping. You take a sip of the water, immediately regretting it as the bubbles spark and burn against your throat.

“You like to bake, doll?”

“I had my own bakery,” you say, chasing a few stray droplets of water from your lips. “You know, before.”

“I’m sure your boyfriend is very proud of your success.”

Your face goes hot. “I, um, I don’t—”

“No? I find that hard to believe.” His gaze feels heavy as it rests on you. “You’re so sweet.” He takes a bite, and the resounding moan makes you want to squirm in your seat. “That’s amazing. Knew it would be,” he wipes a dot of frosting from his cheek, and you take another big swallow of your water. “You know, out of all the people I saved, you’re the only one to come and thank me personally?”

You blink slowly at him, processing the words. You don’t know why it takes you a moment longer than it should.

“N-no? That’s terrible.” The words feel clumsy in your mouth, like there are too many syllables in them.

“Oh yes. You know, I remembered you,” he reaches across the counter to touch your arm, and his hand lingers. “Sweet, soft,” his voice drops lower. “Alone.”

Your stomach lurches, and the room tilts as you try to scramble away from him. The floor—how did you end up on the floor?—is cold beneath your clammy palms as Steve comes around the island.

“You’re sweet on me, doll, admit it. I don’t mind,” he says, dropping to a squat in front of you. Steve licks the rest of the icing from his fingers, taking his time with each. “Because I think I’m sweet on you, too.”

fin

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saber-monet · 3 months

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the last one is my favorite :*)

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years

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Another One

Grey!Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!black female reader

Look. My muse has been working overtime lately. Every time I finish something, I think of some new smutty situation to put Steve in.

Warning: 18+ only! Like seriously! This one is not for babies. You have been adequately warned and you are responsible for the content you consume. Smut, dub/non con, forced procreation, breeding kink, nursing kink, cum inflation, A/B/O themes, gym setting, a cute little teddy that I want a man to untie from my body too, alright these are no longer warnings 😂

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

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“Up.”

You glare up at your mate as he demands one more rep from you.

“Up!” He repeats more forcefully. “I know you have it in you, luna. One more. You got this.”

He stands above you at the ready to help you if your arms show any sign of giving out. But he’s not going to help with this one. He wants one more good one and if you think you can rerack on your own, he’s going to ask for another.

You let out a load groan as you press the barbell from your chest one last time and lower it slowly back down. You almost scream as you lift it again.

“Good job, moon! Hell yeah!” Steve grins as he helps you rerack seeing your arms shake beyond control. You whine softly as you drop your arms to your sides.

You hate arm day.

Steve offer you a hand to help you sit up before adding more plates to the bar for his set. You couldn’t deny it, he’d done everything in his power to get you back to pre baby weight. You were stronger than you ever were before. Of course the stretch marks will never leave you, a sign that you brought a brand new life into this world, and the loose skin is an issue for time but you hit your weight loss goal last week and you weren’t looking back.

It did help that you had the most amazing alpha at your side through all of it.

You watch as his one size too small shirt stretches across his broad chest and and enormous arms as he easily stacks plates onto the bar.

“Alright, up, pretty moon.” You sigh at the nickname and the prospect of standing but let him pick you up and place you on your feet anyway. The two of you met on the night of a full moon and it just stuck.

“Spot me?”

You laugh at the idea. He’s got like 300lbs on this thing but you humor him anyway. He doesn’t really need your help, he just likes to look at your boobs while you stand over him.

“You got this, baby,” you smile, holding out your hands as if you’ll catch the bar if it fumbles. A small coo from the other side of the room catches your attention as your baby wakes from his nap.

“He’s probably hungry,” Steve grunts. You hum an affirmative and go to cradle your first baby.

He looks just like your mate. Blue eyes with flecks of green, light hair, strong nose. He got your dark skin and tight curls though. He’s perfect. You wonder back over to your mate bouncing the child softly in your arms.

“You see how strong your daddy is? One day, you’ll be as big and strong as him and you’ll beat him at arm wrestling.” Steve lets out a strained laugh making you smile. You sit on an empty bench and nurse him bringing some relief to your filling breasts.

“I know that face; you need to pump,” Steve states so sure of himself that he doesn’t even look at you for confirmation as he racks his bar easily and sits up to watch you.

“I just did before we came down,” you sigh.

“It’s good. I was worried you wouldn’t be able to produce enough. I guess they’re catching up,” he chuckles gesturing to his own pecks. “Want me to go get it?”

“No, hopefully he drinks enough,” you sigh, switching nipples to give the other some relief.

“If he doesn’t, I’ll take the rest,” Steve winks grabbing some dumbbells for rows.

You bite your bottom lip at the comment, attempting to press down the heat flushing your cheeks.

Your boobs grew two cup sizes during your pregnancy and Steve loved it. He massaged them, sucked them, bit them, loved them at least once a day. But despite all the stimulation, your milk still came in late. It was there. It was painful as hell but it was as blocked up as the interstate at rush hour.

You had to give your baby formula for his first week but soon enough it started flowing and it had yet to slow down.

It was like your son and mate had some kind of bond. Steve wanted a taste and your baby was all too happy to share. You roll your eyes as he soon falls back asleep in your arms leaving your tits aching.

Steve is on you the second you put him back down in his play pin.

He has your sports bra up over your breast and your back pressed against the wall as he sucks at your nipple. You let out a low whine and wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. You need this. You need him.

“Please, Stevie,” you whimper. His rough fingers pinch your neglected nipple pulling a moan from your lips. “Please, please, please,” you chant.

“I know, luna. I know,” he mutters switching breast, tweaking your now empty one and quickly draining the other. You gasp when his free fingers press against your slit through your shorts. “This need attention, too, moon girl?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper. He easily tugs down your spandex shorts and drops to his knees in front of you.

You were the only one he’d get on his knees for.

He sucks at the wet patch forming at the junction of your thighs through your panties. He always claims that you taste better after working up a sweat. More pheromones probably but he goes feral after a good workout.

It helped burn calories.

He lifts you from behind your thighs, keeping your cunt pressed to his mouth as he carries you to the bench he just vacated.

He lays you across the bench before tugging your panties down and tossing them away. He is being oddly tame.

Which makes you think he’s up to something…

But when he wraps his lips around your clit, your mind goes completely blank. He sucks roughly as you arch into him attempting to get more. His tongue flicks your sensitive bud in such rapid succession that you start to wonder if he’ll ever get tired. There’s a knot deep in your belly that tightens with every flick and you know you won’t last for as long as he’s willing to go. Pleas and whimpers fall from your lips but Steve just ignores you, keeping his steady pace.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. He doesn’t need your coaching with this either.

He spreads your legs a little further as you reach that high, humping against his face, chasing your end until-

“Uhuh uhuh huhuhhhng!” You moan as the knot snaps in two leaving you shivering and your hips rolling as you ride out the pleasure.

But Steve doesn’t stop.

It gets to to point where it’s uncomfortable and tight and raw and it almost hurts before-

“Aghh!” You cry squirting all over your mate’s face.

That’s when he stops. That’s when you finally flutter your eyes open to see him looming over you. Face soaked with your juices and a predatory smirk on his lips.

But he doesn’t pull out his throbbing cock and make you feel him for days?

He only swipes a bit of liquid off of his face with a finger before sucking it off. “Delicious,” he sighs and grabs a towel to dry himself. “Let me know when you’re ready to finish that set,” he bids grabbing his dumbbells once more for flies.

Leaving laying across the bench still wanting and unfilled. You suddenly want to be stuffed with him, dripping for days, wasted off of his cock. But he just goes back to his workout, completely ignoring those feeling that must be working their way through your bond.

He gives you a quick glance and a smirk so you know he feels something.

He is definitely up to something.

He continues this pattern of behavior for the next two weeks. Even on the weekend, when the two of you have all the time in the world to fuck like rabbits, he’d eat you out or finger you off or let you ride his thick thighs but he’d never fill you the way you needed.

“Baby,” you call as you walk into the bedroom after a shower in just a blush pink teddy. Steve is lounging across the bed with his sketch book in hand working on his latest masterpiece. “Have you been feeling a little off today? I think there was something wrong with dinner. I’ll talk to the chef tomorrow.”

“There wasn’t anything wrong with dinner. Youre fine. You’re just going into heat.”

What? “I’m on the pill,” you scoff, shaking your head at your mate.

He lifts an amused brow at you before shifting closer to his bedside table. “You mean these pills?” He holds up the little case of daily suppressants and birth control you’ve been taking since you gave birth but this one looked like a brand new unused pack. “What you’ve been taking are multivitamins.”

“What? Steven, what did you do?” You hiss crossing your arms over your chest. You could’ve gotten pregnant after all this time? Months spent healing from your c-section and in the gym trying to get your body back and he was just-

“Hey. Calm down,” Steve commands seeing the distress on your face and getting up to console you. He wraps his big arms around your shoulders and you’re instantly relaxed though you shouldn’t be. Has his scent gotten heavier? “I switched out your pills last month because I want another baby.”

“But why?” You cry attempting to push away from him.

He doesn’t let go.

“You are gorgeous, my little moon goddess.” His fingers undo the bow at the center of your chest holding your sleeping garment together. “Every man’s dream. The perfect little house wife. And you’ve worked so hard to look this perfect. But you look even better when you’re full of me. Round with my baby. A statement so everyone knows you’re mine.”

You pout, pressing your forehead to his chest. “We could have talked about this,” you insist trying to keep your wits about you as his musk settles over you. Spicy and fresh like woodsmoke in the rain. You could get lost in it.

Lost in him.

“Talk? I don’t need to talk to you about this. Haven’t I given you everything you’ve ever wanted? This big house? That fancy electric car? Vacations to five star resorts? Dinners at Michelin star restaurants? I shouldn’t have to ask you for another baby. I shouldn’t have to ask you for anything. You owe it to me.”

Well, when he puts it that way…

You know it’s the hormones talking but his words are true; you’ve never wanted for anything since becoming his mate.

What’s one more baby?

You attempt to tug away from him one last time and this time he lets you go, reluctantly giving you a choice.

But you know there isn’t really one.

Not when his scent is that heady and stifling. He’s close to rut and you’ve just become his favorite prey and you so want to be eaten.

You let go of the tight reign you have on your body and its like a flood of slick coats your thighs just at being in such close proximity of your mate’s strong presence.

You sit on the bed and scoot your body up to the head board all the while keeping contact with those ocean blue eyes. A muscle in his jaw twitches as he watches you, lust blowing out his pupils with every breath. You lean back across the pillows he was just propped against and spread your legs showing your lack of underwear and what his on coming rut is doing to you.

“Good girl,” Steve growls. His grin is feral as he climbs on the bed after you.

His lips meet yours in a clash, slotting together like they were made for each other. One of his hands hold up his bulk while the other grips your waist possessively, massaging the junction of your hips with his thumb.

“Do I need to get you warmed up or are you ready to be bred?” Steve rasps against your jaw as his kisses trail down to you neck.

“Breed me, please, Stevie!”

“Have you missed being full of me, luna? Full of your alpha?”

“Yes! Please! Fill me! Stretch me!” You beg as his clothed cock presses against your slit, teasing you. He continues to rub against you. Your slick and his precum smearing across his boxer creating a wet patch in the fabric. You can practically feel him through the cloth. It’s big head starting to breach your core despite its restraints.

Just a little more…

Then the cloth is gone and he sliding into you with one harsh thrust. You cry out at his roughness but he gently rocks his dick inside you, letting you adjust to his girth. He shushes you softly and runs a big hand over your hair to calm you. “You’re alright. It’s just me. Just your Stevie. Your alpha.”

“Alpha,” you pant.

“Yeah, my little omega moon?”

“Please, fuck another baby into me.”

“Whatever you want,” Steve promises and pulls all the way out just to thrust back into you. Over and over he thrusts so roughly you scream but you need him to be harder. Faster.

Your nails claw at his back while he rides you mercilessly.

He finally reaches under you and tugs your back up so you arch just enough to brush that spot that makes you weep.

You sob into his neck. All of your senses are already on fire as it is. He knows you can’t last through much more of this.

Your sighing grunts reach a high crescendo as you cum flooding around him. All the previous clawing for him gone. Now you want him as far away as possible because you know he’s nowhere near done.

“Don’t you dare push me away,” Steve growls knowing you’ll be far more sensitive now.

“It hurts, alpha!” You whine, tears streaking down into your braids.

“You want a baby, don’t you? Now turn over so I can fuck a knot into you.” He spanks the side of your ass making you yelp but you turn over quickly to avoid his wrath.

“So beautiful,” he sighs, running a hand down your spine, warming the already heated skin with his touch. “Absolutely perfect for me.” You whimper and wiggle your hips at his words, waiting for him to spear you. Steve grips your hips, massaging deep into your muscle tissue once more before pressing into you. You arch your back at the feeling but he gently coaxes you into rounding; his big hands splaying across your belly to make sure you feel him deep inside of you.

“Stay just like this,” Steve instructs and you think you nod. All of your senses are firing like crazy so you can’t be sure.

Then he starts thrusting. And it’s the most intense thing you’ve felt in a long time. Being on suppressants for so long stopped your heat and sex just wasn’t the same unless you both wanted tear each other apart. But now, with your mate’s dick so far into you you could almost taste it, you felt so complete it hurt.

“That’s it, luna. Let go,” Steve mutters as he pounds into you. The way getting a little tighter with each stroke as your walls contract with pleasure. “So tight for me.” You whine into the pillows, completely surrounded by your mate’s scent and his body you just want to let go but your body keeps fighting off that second orgasm.

You want it so bad.

“Please, alpha! More!” You cry.

Steve practically snarls as he rips your from buried position in the bed to press your back against his chest. His huge bicep wraps across your shoulders holding you in place as he fucks into you.

“Didn’t think you could take anymore,” he chuckles in your ear. All you can do is moan dumbly as he takes what he needs from you. “Fuck,” he growls as he drags himself against your walls. “You’re so close, luna. Cum for me. I just need a little more. Please, I’m so fucking close.” His begging sets you off. He needs you. He needs this from you. You choke on a sob as you cum for him once more. “That’s it, moon! Good fucking girl!” He barks and chasing his high, pressing you back down into the bed with a hand at the center of your back as he ruts into you. Soon he floods your core, pressing deep into you so none of it can escape leaving it trapped inside you. You whine as he stuffs you, your belly aching from his trapped essence as he continues to fill you.

“Fuck,” Steve groans and you feel his knot press against your already tight entrance only to pop once it’s firmly inside of you. You whimper at how full you feel, cradling your bloated stomach with one hand while attempting to claw away from your mate with the other.

“Mmmm you’re not going anywhere,” Steve hums giving a sharp tug to the knot and making you gasp. “Come here, my little moon.” He falls on to his side and pulls you against him. “Try to get comfortable.” Comfortable was the exact opposite of anything you were feeling right now but you huffed and dropped to your side next to your mate. His big hand rests on you belly making you groan at how tight you feel. “I think you have room for a little more.”

“No! Please! Ste-“ you’re cut off by a gasp as he presses his hand against your lower belly causing a little more friction inside of you as he thrust the little bit that he can. All you can feel is his tip pressing right into that spot and all you can see are stars.

It’s all too much.

Far too much!

You get close to the snap of an orgasm before your eyes flutter shut.

They snap open again at the sound of a distant cry.

The room is completely dark around you. The covers pulled comfortably over your body as you’re snuggled into your mate’s pillow.

You feel so full. Everything aches. You yawn and attempt to turn over but find yourself helplessly tangled in your mate. Steve’s legs are slotted between yours, his arms wrapped around your chest as he holds you to him. His knot has got down but his cock is still warm inside of your body, keeping all that cum in place while he sleeps. You attempt to move once more before giving up.

“Stevie,” you call. “Steve!”

He hums softly before pulling you a little tighter to him.

“The baby-“

“I’ll get him,” Steve groans before stretching with a yawn. That big, hard body leaving yours cold with its absence. “Want me to get him a bottle?”

“No. Bring him here, please,” you sigh, your breasts as full as your stomach. You take a deep breath and sit up with a soft groan.

Did he sleep at all?

You stare down at your bloated stomach, almost as round as you were at four months. You run a hand over it tentatively. So tender.

“You’re already glowing.” You hear the smile in Steve’s voice as he returns with your son, holding him against his chest like the precious treasure he is while he wails.

You just smile and hold out your arms. Your little boy starts suckling almost instantly as Steve leaves the room again.

A little girl would be nice. Someone to dress up and play princess with. But giving your son a brother also sounded ideal. You sigh and run your fingers gently through his curly locks.

Your mate soon returned with a plate of fruit and cheese and crackers. He even wrapped up pieces of meat up to look like flowers.

“Since when did you make charcuterie boards?” You laugh.

“Since I asked the chef to leave one last night,” he smirks and feeds you a strawberry.

Always up to something.

“So you’ve had this planned for a while?”

“Maybe,” Steve replies cryptically making you smile.

“All you had to do was ask.”

“You know I prefer to take,” Steve grins holding up a cherry for you. He can take all he wants. “Eat. You need to keep up your strength. I’m not done with you.”

Dividers by the wonderful firefly of course we all know I just wanted to write something moon themed after seeing them

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the alpha’s trophy [2] s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, heavy on the praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (male/female recieving), inexperience reader, teacher!steve, manipulation

A/N: a little conclusion to the story :)

In which you fall deeper under Steve’s influence.

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part one

For the first time in weeks, you were able to clear your head. Steve wasn’t inside you or lapping at you or massaging your breasts. He was gone on an emergency and, although you craved him, you were beginning to remember the circumstances that led you here. How Steve had carefully and calculatingly planned all of this. You dressed yourself, wearing clothing for the first time in too long, choosing a black t-shirt of yours and a floral midi skirt.

You almost didn’t have the courage to face the house staff, knowing they’d been hearing your desperate mewling for hours on end. You put on the bravest face you could as you pushed through the swinging, kitchen doors. Cynthia, the chef, was peeling boiled eggs by the sink and you slowly made your way around the island so you could face her. Her smile widened when she saw you and you felt an instant relief.

She was a woman who you guessed was in her late forties, with curly blonde hair and dimples on both sides of her mouth.

“Hi.”

“Hi, honey. Are you hungry?”

You shook your head, your hands tightly gripping the counter, “I was wondering if there was a telephone I could use.”

“Do you need to speak to Captain Rogers?” She further questioned and you were glad she didn’t seem taken aback by your request.

“Maria Hill,” You responded, “Do you know her?”

“Not personally, honey. Do you know her phone number?”

“Well … no.” You went on to ask her about the various ways one could find someone’s phone number. That led to a history lesson on phone books and how Cynthia basically hadn’t seen one in a decade. Besides that, Maria Hill was too important of a figure for her personal phone number to be just found online.

It wasn’t a hard task for Steve to keep you hidden away. All he had to do was rely on the fact that you didn’t know anyone else, knew way too little about the outside world, and that it would always be his word against yours.

“Maybe you can ask Captain Rogers to help you get in contact with her,” It was your only option. Unless she found you herself, you’d probably had to go through Steve to get to her.

You were silent for a moment, “When do you think he’ll be back?”

“He’s making the talk show and roundtable runs all day so I wouldn’t expect him to be back until late night.”

“Talk show?” Your eyes widened, “W-What do you mean?”

She rinsed off her hands, implying that you should follow as she made her way to the living room. “People have been wondering about you and Captain Rogers after the senate meeting. I think he wants to make sure there aren’t any rumors out there.” You watched her grab one of the remotes and flick on the flat screen television.

Immediately, you saw one of the photos of you standing beside Steve inside the capitol. Your doe eyes were looking up at him and it didn’t seem like you were scared but in awe of him. The picture faded away and Steve appeared, all smiles, as he sat next to a dark skinned woman with pin-straight, perfectly styled hair. Her hot pink, peplum dress contrasted against her skin and the blue background. Across the bottom of the screen you saw the words GMA and “CAPTAIN STEVE ROGERS TELLS ALL ABOUT LAST OMEGA”.

“Oh my stars,” You thought out loud, your eyes wide with fear.

“The entire country – excuse me, the entire world has been reeling ever since the news broke. We all had no idea what we’d be seeing, what this Omega would like, what they would be like, how the government would choose to react. I mean, we all knew how important this woman is going to be in the grand scheme but it's safe to say we were all still a little caught off guard by the situation. What was your first reaction to seeing her?”

“My first reaction to seeing Y/N,” Steve repeated the question and you sensed he was faking sincerity, “Well, I felt what any Alpha might feel in that sort of moment. Seeing the sea of reporters and cameras following her, knowing that every eye was on her, I felt she needed protection. She didn’t ask for any of this. She didn’t ask to be treated like a celebrity nor did she choose to be in the care of people that didn’t have her best interest.”

A picture of Bruce appeared on the screen and you completely lost all the air in your lungs.

“What do you think Bruce Banner’s ultimate plan was? A lot of people are confused as to why such a respected man like him would engage in this kind of behavior.”

“I believe he thought there was an evolutionary reason for why no more Omegas were being born. He believed that as a society, we didn’t need them, and eventually we wouldn't need a ranking system. If it was up to him, Y/N would die as the last Omega. I’m not sure what or who radicalized him but dangerous ideas like that … they serve no place in our society.”

The woman feigned shock, “Wow, the world without a ranking system? I can’t even imagine that. More reason to thank our brave federal agents for rescuing her. Now, I’m sure as much as the world is confused by this situation, I’m sure Y/N was even more baffled herself. It’s even been rumored that she developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome while living with Dr. Banner.”

“I’d say there was a lot of confusion, at first, and I completely respect her feelings towards Dr. Banner. To her, she lost a father figure which I wouldn’t wish on anyone,” Tears pricked your eyes at his words. It was like he was using this entire situation, manipulating it, so he’d come out as the understanding and compassionate, good guy, “But I’m sure everyone would be happy to know she’s adjusting well.”

“And there’s no point in beating around the bush anymore. Apparently, your relationship with Y/N has changed quite a bit. I have to admit, after seeing you two together, I was hoping sparks would fly. Is it true that she’s chosen you as her mate?”

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, like he was attempting to choose his words with the utmost precision. It was like he was trying to come off as humble as possible, “It’s true. But the details I’ll leave for her to share in the future. I just want the world to know how much of a special person that she is and getting to know her these past few weeks, I do believe she represents a bright future for this country.”

“Thank you for sitting down with me, Captain,” It seemed like the reporter was looking you right in the eyes as she turned to the camera, “We’ll be right back in a minute.”

Who knew how many people were tuning in to watch the famous Alpha on TV. He wasn’t even finished telling this false story, Cynthia had said he’d be making that rounds all day. And implying that you’d tell your own story eventually? He expected you to lie to the world too and you decided right then that you wouldn’t let him parade you around the news. He could keep you locked in the house, touch you until you couldn’t remember your own name, but you wouldn’t help him put up this façade of you.

“Honey-”

“Don’t call me honey, please,” Steve’s pet names were enough. You didn’t want Omega or honey or sweetie or baby. You just wanted to be yourself. You wiped your tears as they fell, “I-I’m sorry. I’m going upstairs. Please don’t send any food up.”

You walked away, making your way through the pristine home, up the stairs, and sadly to the only place that made you feel comfortable. A bed covered in Steve’s scent.

Steve’s raised voice woke you from your hibernation. You couldn’t hear what was exactly said but you recognized another female’s voice as Cynthia’s. You sat up in bed as you heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. You pulled the covers over your head, balling up your limbs into the fetal position, and shut your eyes tightly.

You heard a sigh leave his lips as the door opened. He moved relatively quietly but you picked up the sound of glass being placed on the nightstand. The bed dipped beside you and you began to whisper to yourself, praying that you’d be reunited with Bruce and that you could have the room you loved back.

“Y/N?” You ignored him, continuing to pray, “You have to eat three meals a day. You can’t order Cynthia to not fix your food.”

As you continued to not respond or move, Steve finally grew frustrated and pulled the comforter away from your body. Instantly, you pushed your body away from him, settling in on the other side of the huge bed, “I need you healthy-”

“I want to talk to Maria,” You stated plainly.

“Y/N-”

“If you’re not a cold hearted liar, you’ll at least let us have a phone call. I want to speak to her. And soon.”

“Why the name calling, Omega?” It was meant to bruise my ego and you didn’t know why you expected him to not fight your fire with his own, “We’ve been doing so good lately.”

“Because you lie to the entire world like it’s nothing.”

“The world wouldn’t care about the truth, Y/N. What I say out there doesn’t actually affect our personal lives. I just have a certain reputation to maintain.”

“I want to speak to Maria.”

“Fine. I’ll arrange a call for you two. I don’t know what you’re expecting her to say. She doesn’t have the power to reverse any of this.”

“I have no doubt there’s someone out there, more powerful than you, that sees through your lies,” You spat, your back still turned to him.

“You’re more naive than I thought then,” You felt like a hand was wrapped around the heart in your chest, squeezing it. His words had struck you deep and had hurt your Omega even more. Yesterday, she was begging him to call her a good girl and now he was practically calling you stupid.

You rose from the bed vehemently. “I’m not naive,” You seethed.

“You are,” Steve stood, his voice completely stern, “You’ve only really known two people well throughout your whole life. You never went to school. Never had the chance to make friends. You’ve never really traveled. You have no idea who you are yet.”

“I do.” Your voice came out in such a whisper that you could barely recognize it, “Don’t . . . don’t say that-”

“People have lied to you your entire life, I’m not sure you know what’s really fact and fiction. You’re the only one of your kind and you’re lost.”

His words piled onto you like heavy weight and you felt your knees buckling until you were on the ground, “Please,” You whispered, your face wet with tears that you hadn’t realized started falling. His words were on top of you, crushing you, but soon you were weightless as he lifted you into his arms.

He pulled you back to the bed, resting you on his lap, as you whimpered into his shoulder. Soothing hands petted your hair, slowly coaxing the sadness out of you, “One thing I can tell you that you are is mine. I’m going to show you your true purpose, little girl. I know you can behave better than this.”

“I can’t-” You hiccupped, “I can’t, I can’t–”

You weren’t shocked by your own tears or the turmoil you felt inside. Your emotions had never been so up and down since meeting Steve. He’d insist it was because you were still resisting your true nature.

Steve shushed you, “You can be exactly what I want. My perfect mate. You want to be a good girl, right?”

Your body tensed, fingernails digging into the fabric as your throat became tight. You were trying to hold the words inside you back, to push them down into the pits of your stomach. No longer could you distinguish between Steve’s real voice and the voice used to control you. It was all the same now. He’d discovered the first time you’d been intimate that you craved his approval and praise.

Steve rubbed your lower back, placing soft kisses near your ear, “Good girls get lots of privileges.”

“Privileges?” Your voice was a whisper.

“They get to feel good, all the time,” You peeled your face from his shoulder and the two of your eyes met. It was like you hadn’t truly looked at each other till now. There was always anger and frustration, at first, and then you two ended up crumbling. He could be just as gentle as you when he wanted to.

“What if they want you to feel good?” You asked not very nonchalantly, “Wouldn’t that be the … kind thing to do?”

“You want your Alpha to feel good?” Steve’s hands traveled up your waist, caressing you like you were velvet. His strong hands were gently with your breasts, exploring one of your sensitive peaks with his fingertips, “Well, that’s a little bit of a predicament. Because Alpha’s always put their Omega’s first.”

“We can feel good together,” Steve grinned wickedly at your words.

“Of course,” The hand on your breasts moved to your face and he easily pulled your lips to his.

Steve felt so young with you in his arms. Your movements were always so eager, never taking a break to breathe when your lips were on each other. The dry humping, your bouncing hips, made him feel like a teenager but he liked how the tension built this way. It drove him crazy until the Alpha had to flip you over and taste what he’d been missing all day. This time, however, it was you that wanted to taste him.

It was only when Steve was laid down on the bed and you were gripping him in your hand that you lost a bit of your confidence. Although Steve had pleased you plenty in these past few weeks, you hadn’t gotten personal with him in this way yet and you soon realized you really had no idea what you were doing. Steve seemed to notice, sitting up until you were face to face again.

“It’s okay, you’re doing good. Hold it exactly like you are, just a little tighter, honey,” You did as he instructed, applying more pressure to his shaft, “Now move your hand up and down, stroke it. Good girl.”

Steve leaned back on his elbows, “Now, put your mouth around me. Get it wet.”

You started with your tongue, tasting his tip and licking around it. Although his size was intimidating, you felt your desire increasing, “Let me see those eyes, Y/N,” You felt your cheeks heat up but you did your best. As you took him fully in your mouth, it was easier to tell what he liked by the expressions on his face.

With every praise from his lips, you were even more enthusiastic and even more wet than before. You went faster, using both hands and your mouth to pleasure your Alpha. Steve’s head tilted back suddenly, “Wait, Y/N,” It was the most desperate his voice had sounded, “Wait-”

You knew you were sending him over the edge, and despite the fact that you were meant to let him guide you, you needed to fully taste him. Steve finished in your mouth and you weren’t hesitant to taste him or swallow it. Sitting back on your own knees, a smile formed on your lips, as some of his cum dripped down your chin. Steve was smirking evilly as he admired you, “Don’t you think for one second that this means we’re done.”

Still breathing heavily, Steve grabbed you, pulling you in before pinning you beneath him, “I’ll be ready again soon,” He said, “In the meantime, I’m gonna taste you until you're begging me to stop.”

Later

The neighborhood you and Steve lived in was military housing for Fort Meade. Like Steve had said, being a good girl had its privileges. Guarded by several armed men, Steve showed you around the base, even allowing you to meet some of the military wives that lived in your cul de sac. Surprisingly, other than the giant planes and huge tanks, the location was quite boring. There were only a few activities servicemen could do for entertainment and one of them was bingo at the community center.

You didn’t win your game but Steve promised to bring you back, surprised by how entertaining you found it.

Steve was right about Maria Hill. There was really nothing she could do. You could still tell the woman was genuine and wanted to help you. Part of you wasn’t really listening as she began to list the politicians and people she was in contact with. Maybe you’d become weaker but what Steve said earlier in the week was still sitting with you. Maybe you didn’t truly know what the world was. Maybe he was the best thing for you.

“Y/N, what are you most excited about when it comes to your future?”

The woman in front of you seemed disappointed when she met you at first, probably because you didn’t gush over her or know exactly how popular she was. Steve had only told you the name of her show thirty minutes before she walked into your house. There was an entire TV crew inside and several cameras pointed at you currently.

“Traveling,” You answered truthfully, your hands neatly folded in your lap, over your white dress. Steve was dressed nicely as well because you were meant to do a full photoshoot after the interview. The interview would air and you and Steve would be plastered on magazine covers soon afterwards, “With Captain Rogers,” You added.

“There’s so much Y/N hasn’t seen and I know the people of the world want to meet her. People are losing faith in the ranking system and we’re proof that it’s still alive and well. It’s a special thing we have to preserve,” Steve said in his much more detailed and eloquent answer. If you looked past the interviewer, you could see a monitor showing exactly what the camera was seeing. Steve was so much larger than you that you were afraid it might appear that you were sinking into the couch beneath you.

You suddenly felt insignificant despite the words he was saying.

“How long do you guys plan on traveling?”

“Only a few months. We want to make sure everything is perfectly safe for Y/N,” You felt a hand on your waist, snaking around your hips, and you were reminded of where you were, “Fortunately, we have a good excuse.”

“I know you guys have breaking news,” The reporter smiled so wide you were sure she was going to hurt herself, “Y/N, is there something you would like to announce?”

Steve looked at you and the air in the room seemed to thicken. Your lips parted but no words left. You hadn’t completely wrapped your mind around the news and yet you were still announcing it to the entire world. Steve was patient and seemed to notice your hesitancy.

“We’re expecting,” Steve announced instead, “She’s three months along…”

In that moment, as you began to tune the rest of the conversation out, you realized that you were trusting Steve not only with your life but with the life of the baby inside you. By the time the interview was over, you were back on earth, with an adoring Steve holding you to him. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, one of his hands roaming on your belly, “You were perfect, honey. Perfect.”

The anxiety left you at his words. You leaned into his touch, your body knowing that when you were good for him, everything in your world was good too.

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