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tojii-fshiguro · 7 months

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b. barnes // 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽ℴℴ𝒹.

bucky barnes × (femme) reader.

summary: ❝to keep your small village protected from would-be attackers, presented omegas must be sacrificed to the mysterious alpha in the woods.❞

genre: ⚠ dark and adult content below. minors, dni.

warnings: non-con, non-con touching, non-con kissing, dub-con, dub-con touching, dub-con kissing, smut, unprotected sex, hunting/stalking, a/b/o themes, forced bonding, loss of virginity, canon violence, physical violence, mentions of blood and human sacrifice, and strong language. 18+ content. minors, dni.

word count: 3,514

note: this story contains adult and dark themes. please, do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! i am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. you have been warned. *all grammatical mistakes are my own, not proofread.

*an: if you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help! i do not condone any of the actions described in this story, this is a work of fiction.

A cold wind blew in from the north, making the trees rustle like living things. It was growing colder with every passing day as winter began its arrival. Yule had transformed the fiery hues of autumn twilight to sparkled, frosted mornings and bitter winds. You went to the window. A fine glimmer of glossy frost formed intricate swirls on the glass, as sparkling snow softened the outside world into one flurry.

You looked on as the pale, cold light of winter moonrise illuminated your village as the townsfolk worked under the stars to prepare for the Winter Solstice. You couldn’t help but frown as you watched them place green garland on the fringes of rooftops, and light candles that led into the dark forest, in the shape of carved wolves. This time last winter, you were home with your family; sitting fireside as you and your younger siblings drank sweetened milk and almond honeyed toast. Life had been colorful, full of vibrant greens, warm reds, and soft dusky blues. Now, it was nothing but a black and white night of frost that crawled along the dark outline of barren trees and twig branches. Snowflakes swirled down gently in the ghostly moonlight, and iced shadows crept along the December ground.

“(Y/N)?” a small voice called out from behind.

You turned as Gervaise came to stand next to you, peering out at the snowfall that drifted against the window. Gervaise had been your closest friend since childhood, she had been a plump girl in her youth, but now she was the most beautiful woman in your village. She had long legs that complemented her slender figure, golden hair that shone under sunlight, and azure eyes as blue and clear as the sky itself.

She shivered against the winter-cold that seeped into your bones as she neared the frosted windowpane, “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.

You scoffed, “Warmer than I would be out there.”

Truth be told, you were burning from the inside out. A sheen sweat had started to form between your breasts and all of your folds and creases. Gervaise scooted closer and you unthinkingly flinched away, her heat was rolling off of her in waves and the strong scent of her made you lightheaded as tangs of jasmine, rose, and orange blossom overwhelmed your senses.

You moved away as you looked into the room you were being kept in. Women close in age all slept soundly with soft snores, their heated scents interlacing with one another to form a jumbled mess of musk, amber, bergamot, and warm sugar. It was a synchronous heat amongst the presented Omegas in preparations for the village’s annual sacrificial solstice to the White Wolf.

Gervaise nudged your shoulder teasingly, “It won’t be so bad tomorrow, (Y/N),” she tried.

You rolled your eyes, “We’re being sacrificed, Gervaise! How can it not be so bad?”

Her small smile fell as the weighted truth of your words settled on her shoulders, “I’m sorry… I was just trying to make light of it all.”

“I know,” you sighed, “You can’t make light of this, there’s too much darkness.”

You awoke hours later to the soft murmurs of falling tears as mothers dressed their daughters in traditional white hoods. White, the color of purity, innocence. You scoffed–the virgin’s color. Your own mother came to your bedside, a hood in hand and an expectant look in her eyes. You rubbed your cold feet together and reluctantly dressed.

“It’s not as bad as it seems, my love,” she spoke as she combed your hair.

You looked at the other Omegas in the room, most of whom you’ve grown up with. Idony, Meliora, and Sabine. You teared. You and your siblings used to play with Sabine as children. Idony taught you to weave dolls out of straw and vines. And you and Meliora would harvest wild strawberries together in early summer after long hours at the lake. The thought of never seeing either of them after today was heart-wrenching.

Your mother placed the hood over your head and tucked away stray hairs behind your ears as she took one last, tearful, look at you. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and took your hands in hers, pressing a small vial against your palms.

“Put this on once you’re away from the others,” she whispered against your hair, “It’ll hide your scent for a short time, then make your way across the stream, you’ll be safe there until the ceremony is over.”

Before you could ask more, the village mayor entered and ordered you and the other Omegas out into the square. The ceremony had officially begun.

Gervaise squeezed your hand as the mayor lit the great Yule log, the candles sculpted as white wolves. You looked around; Idony was pale in the face, Meliora shed silent tears as she held her hands in prayer, and Sabine’s chest rose and fell in shallow, frightened breaths. You held the vial tight in your hand as you stood stoic; though your pounding heart told another story.

The bells of the church began to toll as midnight quickly approached. The first toll the mayor led you all down the candlelit path that led into the mouth of the forest, the second toll you and the other Omegas were left alone as the full moon shone down on you from above, the third toll was followed by an echoed howl and the beats of your feet as you all ran through the thicket.

You ran and ran until it was only you, the full moon, and the trees. You stopped to rest against a frosted tree, your lungs burned with biting ice as you panted; your breaths coming out as vapored clouds that wisped around your head. You quickly took the vial and rubbed the liquid over your scent glands. The synthetic scent of cracked pepper, spiced ginger, decayed pear, and rotting leaves all toiled together to mask your natural, sweet and warm odor. You took a moment to calm your beating heart and collect your thoughts before bolting through the treeline. You needed to find Gervaise before the perfume wore off.

Bucky watched from the shadows as he tracked a pretty, golden-haired Omega. Her scent wasn’t unpleasant, but it didn’t ignite a fire deep within his groin, either. He followed the floral scent trail of this next best woman as she wandered aimlessly through the dense grove of pine. The woman’s face was rosy and tear-stained as the cold bit her cheeks and nose. It was pathetic, really. How she sniffled and hiccupped as she held herself against the winter winds or when she tripped and slipped over iced snowdrifts. Bucky was about to make his move when a sweet scent, carried on an icy breeze, caught his attention. The blood in his veins burst into flames as a deep desire awoke in him. Primal lust took over as he abandoned his former prey to hunt for the next. He bounded through the woods, ducking under long branches, and leaping across overgrown oak roots. It was the wildness of it that sent Bucky into a feral frenzy, in all of his years protecting this paltry village, he’d never scented anything as sweet and enthralling as this. Spun sugar, vanilla bean, patchouli, and white pumpkin with caramel glaze. His teeth ached as he took in the sweetness of your scent.

When Bucky finally found you, you were breathless and flushed with heat. Your hand on your stomach as a wave of tightness in your belly coiled and coiled. He scented the air, then. Groaning as he caught wind of your musky-sweet tang. The front of his buckskin breeches tightened uncomfortably as his rut took hold of his body. He wanted you, so he’d have you.

You whimpered as your cramps inflamed your insides. You were on fire, despite the bitter winter cold. You shed your wolf pelt that hung over your shoulders and loosened the front laces of your bodice, as you slumped against the nearest tree and focused on slowing your racing heart. The faster you calmed down, the faster you’d be able to find Gervaise and get across that damned stream to safety.

Just as your heart began to slow, a heady scent brought on iced winds set it back into panicked motion. An amber woody fragrance, with nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood ensnared your forebrain. You were frozen, scared like a hunted doe as you took in the masculine scent that seemed to scream “Alpha”.

Bucky watched as you looked around, trying to pinpoint his hiding spot. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as you took off into the thicket, leaving your pelt behind on the snowy ground. He chased you, then. Too focused on the hunt to worry about cornering you, too focused on you. He’d chase you down until you fainted from exhaustion if he had to.

You were faster than he expected, more agile and hellbent on escaping him than you had appeared to be. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched you nimbly dodge and duck under and over every branch and uprooted oak that came into your way. But Bucky had the advantage, this was his territory, not yours. He knew his hunting grounds, not you. So when you came to a skidded stop at a broken bridge, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. But what did surprise him was the little snarl that left you before you broke away from him once more.

You ran and ran until your feet were numb with cold and your lungs frosted over with every breath you took. He was close, too close, and you were forced to abandon the plan on crossing the stream to safety. Gods–you didn’t even know where you were anymore. You could be going in circles and you’d be none the wiser, everything looked the same in this untouched part of the wood. You berated yourself for straying from the path, now you were lost, alone, and being hunted. You began to cry as you thought of your fate, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, you just wanted to go home back to your family. Back to your life.

You were ready to give up, your feet were tired, legs weakened, and your chest burned from the cold. You fell to your knees and looked up to the full moon, exhaustion taking over your thoughts. You were desperate and didn’t have the energy to be surprised at yourself when you began to pray to the moon above.

“Gods above… Please, please, let me live and I’ll devote myself to you. My heart, mind, soul, and body, please,” you prayed.

Just as you were about to laugh at yourself for your foolishness, a flickering candlelight in the nearby distance caught your eye. You mindlessly followed the light that pierced through the dense darkness of night, like a moth to a flame. As you got closer, you saw the lantern-light belonged to a small cottage fringed with winterberries and garland. You were uplifted as you believed the gods had answered your prayer. Without a second thought, your feet began to move on their own through the snow as you raced toward the home. You knocked once, then twice, then thrice. When there was no answer, you apologized to whatever being had heard you pray, before turning the brass doorknob and welcoming yourself inside.

The warmth of a crackling fire embraced you posthaste as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to the fireplace, rubbing your hands over the flame as you warmed yourself. The house was eerily silent as you looked around. You saw the carved candles from your village on the mantelpiece, vases of starry blue, pale pink, and white glory of the snow, and bright yellow winter jasmine were placed on the tabletops, and garland with holly flowers was wrapped around the railing of a small staircase that led upstairs. You made your way up the stairs as curiosity led you on. You called out for the owner of the home once again as you reached the top, but to no avail; the house was empty.

You crept along the creaking floorboards into a small room, illuminated by a single lantern with frosted glass windows. You explored the room. There was a bed, with an oak headboard, and thick, grey, and brown wolf and bear pelts. You sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft bounce as you rested your tired feet. Ahead of you was a wooden chest with intricate images of Yule logs, goats, and boars. Something deep within your gut urges you to go to it, to open it, and look upon its secrets; but the feeling made you uneasy, it made you afraid of what you’d find.

But you knew better than to ignore your gut, so you went to it, opened it, and looked upon its secrets. You nearly screamed as you pulled forth white hood, after white hood, after white hood. Your hands shook as you emptied the chest, white hoods covered the ground like the snow outside. There were more hoods than you could count, most of them much older than you. You sobbed as you slammed the chest shut, too focused on the white hoods before you to notice the slithering notes of amber, nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood that now threatened to constrict, and swallow you whole.

Your body sensed him before your mind did, your hairs stood on end, and your core tightened with primal, animalistic want. You only recognized his imposing presence after it was too late. Your throat dried as you slowly turned around to face the Alpha from the woods. He stood in the doorway, shirtless and steaming, as his heat fought against the cold of winter. To say he was big, would be an understatement. He was wordless as he strode toward you with an urgency driven by desire. You shuffled away, sobbing as he quickly crawled atop of you, trapping you beneath him. You fought against him, slapping and scratching his chest and face as he buried his face in your neck. Deeply inhaling your sickly sweet scent.

“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell, ‘Mega,” he said as he nipped the lobe of your ear.

Your heart dropped as he ripped at your bodice like an animal, tossing the ruined fabric aside as he bared your breasts to the air. The Alpha brushed his lips against your neck, your jaw, and mouth as he tasted you. You had never been kissed before, the feeling of it all was foreign as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You squirmed as he palmed your breast, his thumb flicking and pinching over your sensitive nipple. Bucky let out a low snarl of disapproval as you tried to wriggle away from him, and when you ignored his warning, he bit down on your nipple. You yelped and beat against his back, clawing and punching as you flailed and thrashed. In your struggle you managed to slip out from underneath his body. Then, it was a desperate fight of him dragging you by your ankles, and you kicking wildly and blindly. With luck you landed a strong kick to his face that bloodied his nose. You ran, then. Practically flying down the flight of stairs as you made a beeline for the front door–to your freedom. You felt the cold snow on your toes as one foot met the icy ground, but the other foot was caught.

You fell on your face as Bucky dragged you back into his house. Blood stained his face and a dangerous fire was reflected in his blue eyes. He took you by your neck and forced you down onto the staircase, entrapping you under his weight. Your legs kicked out as he forced himself between your thighs, he snarled again, keeping a tight grip on the back of your neck. He ripped away the remaining pieces of your clothes, ridding you of the white garments, of your innocence, your purity.

He lifted your hips and placed a strong hand on your back, forcing you into an arch. You yipped as you felt a wet warmth lick up your sex. You tried to curl away, but his grip on you was strong and firm. A heat bloomed within your gut as Bucky dipped his tongue between your wet folds, fucking you with his hot tongue. Your brain hazed over as he stroked and rubbed your sweet spot of concentrated pleasure with his thumb. He was devouring you, and you felt your resolve melt away with every delicious flick and swipe of his tongue. You moaned and allowed yourself to arch into his mouth, desperately seeking more pleasure. You ground your cunt on his face and moaned at the feeling of him tightly gripping your hips as he gave you what you wanted–needed.

You clawed at the stairs beneath you as your voice grew shrill, the coil in your belly was beginning to unravel with every lick. Bucky felt you stiffen as he brought you to the edge of your pleasure, he sank his tongue deep inside you until he finally felt you shudder hard against him. You cried out as you came on his tongue, pure white fire ignited in your veins, consuming your thoughts, and burning away any fight you had left. The aftershocks of your pleasure left you shaking and wanting.

Without warning, Bucky buried his thick length in you with one hard stroke; mercilessly tearing through your untouched barrier. For a moment there was only a burning pain as he forced himself deeper. He pulled out a few inches, and then slammed back into you. Again and again. The Alpha above you howled with pleasure as he rutted into you hard and fast. You looked over your shoulder and moaned as you watched his narrow hips thrust against you. His eyes met yours and he bared his teeth as he indulged in his animalistic pleasure. With your mouth agape you felt another spark of pleasure ignite within you, you cried out for him, then, begging him to stoke the fire that threatened to burn, to consume you.

Your scents bled together, creating the beginning knot of your bond; his sandalwood and vanilla notes, duetting your patchouli and caramel glaze in perfect harmony. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and clenching. He flipped you onto your back, spreading your weak legs wide as he entered you once more. He reached places that had you blaspheming as you chanted his title like a prayer.

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha…

He added fuel to your evergrowing fire as he reached down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles as he fucked into your wet cunt. He kissed you again, your lips following his lead as he claimed your mouth with his tongue. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. His lips trailed down your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your body until he reached the scent gland on your neck. He scented you, then. A low growl left his chest as the base of his cock swelled, your pussy constricting in turn. Your howling moans clashed in dissonance as he pushed you over the edge into white-hot pleasure. Bucky thrusted into you, harder, faster, as his pleasure grew and grew until it finally exploded. As his warmth flooded you another sensation sent your senses into hyperdrive–his teeth sinking into your neck. Your arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he bonded you, marking you as his.

You murmured incoherently as your bodies locked together, you were so full of him that you could focus on nothing, but the feel of him locked inside you. Your head lolled to the side as your exhaustion set in, your bones felt heavy as sleep lulled you. You were vaguely aware of the man atop of you, too drunk on mated pleasure to fully acknowledge how his eyes began to once again devour your body.

He kissed your wound, breathing you in as he did, “What’s your name, Omega?”

“(Y/N),” you rasped.

“Bucky,”

As you sobered, the weight of your situation became clearer. All of those white hoods, all of those Omegas that never returned home… Your breathing picked up as panic sparked like lightning in your veins. You shoved on Bucky’s chest as you started to wiggle out from him, tugging on his knot. He snarled and snapped at you and you flinched as unshed tears glossed your eyes.

“Don’t hurt me, please,” you whimpered, “Please, I–I don’t want to die.”

“I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to keep you,”

Keep you? You trembled, “What about all of the other Omegas? What happened to them?”

He cupped your face and traced the bridge of your nose, then the cupid’s bow of your lips, “Them I killed,” he whispered with a ghost of a smile.

last updated: 10/5/2023. 10:59 pm, cdt.

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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A Proper Welcome - Part 2

Pairing: Mechanic Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader x Carpenter Alpha!Hal Carter Summary: Bucky and Hal help you through the beginning of your heat. Word Count: Over 3.3k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), threesome, spitroasting, a/b/o dynamics, conflicting feelings (everything is consensual), talk of safe word, stubborn reader (is that a warning?), Alpha!Bucky and Alpha!Hal (they are warnings, okay?). A/N: Only took me 9 months to get to the next part of A Proper Welcome done for you lovelies! Excited once again to share more this particular reader and relationship as it unfolds. Beta read by the amazing @christywantspizza , but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Moodboard created by yours truly and banners by the lovely @maysdigitalarts .

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You weren't sure what you expected to happen after you ordered your alphas to own you, but they didn't move after they both removed their shoes. True to their word, they waited for you to open the door. Your hand shook as you reached for the handle, your defenses still fighting your instincts. Bucky placed his hand over yours when you made no move to open it. You were shocked you were still upright.

“Are you having second thoughts? Are you scared?”

You almost shrank back, not because you didn’t want his hands on you. No, you craved him and Hal. That was the problem. “A bit scared,” you admitted, quickly shaking your head. “Doesn’t matter. Just need you to fuck me.”

“It matters if you’re scared of us,” Hal said, placing his hand on the back of your neck. He didn’t squeeze or apply any pressure, but it soothed you more than you expected. “You need to tell us. Please.”

Your body responded instantly to the combined touch, warmth spreading from your chest down between your legs. “Not scared of you. I’m scared of what happens after,” you felt a tear fall before you could stop yourself. Because Hal was right, everything would change once they had you.

“Didn’t you say we’ll talk after this is over?” he reminded you. “We’ll figure this out.”

“But why would you want me without your marks?” you asked. At least, you thought you asked. Your words felt heavy on your tongue as you tried to turn the handle. It wasn't easy to fight biology.

I don’t want my alphas to reject me. Why do they have that power over me? Why am I giving them that?

“Open the door, baby, and we’ll show you how much we want you. Marked or not,” Hal said against the shell of your ear.

“We’ve got you,” Bucky added, pressing a kiss just above your collar. "You hear me?”

Another tear rolled down your hot cheek. It was exactly what you needed to hear and it wasn’t a lie. Good alphas. My alphas. The knowledge that they would be yours without the bond yet finally made you push the door open.

I’m allowed to be vulnerable. I’m still strong. I’m safe.

"Good girl. We know that wasn't easy. This is your space and it means everything that you're letting us in," Hal praised.

"Your rules, okay? We'll follow them," Bucky added.

"Red," you said quickly. "If I need to stop," you added so they understood what you meant.

You weren't sure how many omegas had safe words or if you could even remember once you slipped past the point of no return.

"Green for good and yellow for warning?" Hal asked, nodding when you did.

"Good girl," Bucky said, shutting the door once the three of you were inside. "Thank you for telling us."

The view of your nest feet away called to you, a fresh wave of slick coming on at the realization that they were going to ruin you there. The only men you would ever allow into your bedroom and the most sacred parts of you were going to get you through this. The tingles of arousal continued to pool from your gut as you stumbled forward, whining when a pair of arms kept you from falling.

“Easy, kitten,” Hal said affectionately. “Let’s get you out of these clothes first. Then we’ll give your body what it needs, okay?”

Bucky stood before you as you nodded and wordlessly lifted your arms when he grasped the hem of your top. "We'll get you through this," he whispered, lifting the fabric away and dropping it to the floor.

Hal kept an arm around your waist as he unhooked your bra, Bucky's hands coming up to remove that as well. Your breasts spilling free relieved some of the tension you carried, but it wasn't what you needed. The ache between your thighs increased when you caught the darkening gaze from the large alpha in front of you.

"Beautiful, omega. Fuck, can I touch you?"

"Yeah. Touch me," you whined, wondering if you looked desirable when you pushed your chest towards his palms. The weight of your breasts in Bucky’s hands occupied you while Hal pulled down your skirt and underwear. He avoided touching your wet, pulsing cunt. Why? "Kiss me."

Bucky brushed his lips against yours, his thumbs brushing along your hardened nipples. Purring from the featherlight touch, heat continued to spread through your body as you moved insistently against him. The kiss ended far too soon, but you had no time to complain when Hal turned your head toward him.

If Bucky's kiss was tender and gentle, Hal's was consuming. His tongue swept inside your eager mouth, taking his time to explore. A slow smolder. A fast burn. They gave you both. Like the last, it ended before you wanted it to.

"She won't break, Buck," he assured his friend.

"What?" you mumbled.

The vibration of a growl had you opening your mouth, registering that Bucky kissed you again. The tenderness simmered still beneath the fervor, their hands strong and sturdy against your trembling body. It no longer felt like your heat dictated your wants. It was them. These men were going to devour you.

Let them swallow me whole.

"You with us?" Hal asked when Bucky's lips trailed along your jaw.

"Yeah. Green," you gritted, your abdomen tightening in pain. "Fuck."

"Okay, let's get you to bed," Bucky slipped an arm around your waist to help Hal guide you over. The action distracted you from the momentary pain, comfort flooding you as they placed you on the mattress. "There you go."

"Clothes. Off." you gasped, gazing between them as you stretched out on your back.

You struggled to sit up as they began to undress, unsure of which one of them to concentrate on. Bucky's broad chest rose and fell with each breath, the metal arm fitting for his hard body. Hal's sun-kissed abs tempted you to touch them. The leaner of the two, he looked no less intimidating. Whimpering when they both began to push off their jeans, you couldn't stop the slick that began to stain your sheets.

"Still need us?" Bucky questioned, his thick cock springing free. "Need us to take care of you?"

"Use your words, omega," Hal smirked, his cock hard and ready, too.

Care for me. Keep me. Don't let me go, please.

"Fuck me," you begged, your fingers twisting in the sheets. The sheer size of them made you wonder if they'd split you in two, but you welcomed the challenge. Your body would accept theirs and make a home for them. "Now."

"On your knees," Bucky ordered.

"Bossy," you muttered as you turned over and moved to the middle of the mattress.

"You like it," Hal noted, settling in front of you on his knees. Instead of shoving his dick in your watering mouth like you half expected, he cupped your cheeks instead. "Don't you?"

Biting your lip, you nodded slightly. "Don't tell him that."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear you," Bucky said, the bed dipping behind you as Hal chuckled. "Fuck, look at you. So pretty. So wet."

"Smells so good. Can't wait to taste you."

You never thought praise for your pussy would make you preen, but your alphas continued to surprise you. The smaller alpha kissed your forehead as hands moved up the back of your thighs, getting closer to your most intimate parts. You could smell their arousal, which fueled your own. The reminders that they were there for you was enough to make you faint.

"Fuck me," you whispered because that was easier to say. It was all your brain could process as your basic nature took over. "Alphas, I need you."

"Bucky needs to stretch you out a bit. We don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't."

You gasped when the first finger breached you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, but you didn't dwell on it as the thick digit pumped slowly in and out of you.

"You're tight, doll. I know you'll open up for us, but he's right. We don't wanna hurt you."

The small hiss you let out had more bark than bite. You'd be sore and exhausted by the time your heat finished. The good alphas that they were, they knew the prep was necessary. You'd be covered in their scents soon enough.

"Bucky, hurry up," you whined as another long, thick finger pushed inside, spreading and stretching you with such care.

"And you call me bossy," you heard the smirk in his voice. "Need me inside you so badly you can't wait a few more seconds? Need Hal that badly, too?"

I'll smack him with his own metal hand when this is over. I swear. No, no, no. Good alpha. He's a good alpha.

"Yes! Please! Why won't you fuck me?!"

Going into heat was an experience you never expected to get used to, no matter how many times you went through it. The need to be taken, bred and claimed wasn’t something you asked for. But being surrounded by the scents of the two powerful alphas boxing you in, you wondered why you resisted your nature so much. Maybe because you had never met anyone like Bucky Barnes and Hal Carter.

But I’m not ready to be claimed. Not yet. What if it does matter to them? What if they want a better omega? Someone who isn’t as stubborn as I am?

A whine bubbled from your chest at the thought of them rejecting you after letting them in, a call to them to protect you. The air that crackled between you and the men shifted to something deeper, more intimate. The rumbles from their chest soothed you, willing your body to relax as your mind shut down more.

"Look at me," Hal urged, dipping his head so he was in your line of sight. You wished you could always see that tenderness in his eyes. "Breathe, baby, please."

Bucky kissed the base of your spine as you took slow, deep breaths. "Good girl. We're still here, doll. Not going anywhere."

"Sorry," you mumbled as Hal shook his head.

"Don't you dare say you're sorry. This is a lot and it's an honor that you're letting us help you."

"You're helping us, too," Bucky said, making you whimper as he pulled his fingers out. "Believe it or not, you are. Our kitten."

"Our beautiful kitten," Hal smiled.

Being called "kitten" just then almost felt like "omega", but it was different. Special. And you weren't sure if it was their words, scents or touch that kept your breathing nice and steady. Maybe it was all of it.

Thank you.

"Look at him," Hal urged, helping you turn your head to look over your shoulder.

You held your breath as you watched Bucky lick your slick from his fingers, a deep growl reverberating in his chest. The sight of his blown pupils added to your crazed need as he brought his hand to his cock. Your thighs twitched as he pressed the tip to your aching hole. He was going to wreck you just for Hal to do the same.

"Green, alphas. Please."

You were ready.

"Fuck," Bucky groaned when he began to push in.

"Breathe," Hal whispered before the air rushed back into your lungs. "Good girl."

By some miracle you didn't collapse as you took Bucky's cock in inch by inch, resisting the urge to push your hips back. As desperate as you were to be fucked deep and hard by each of them, this type of care was what you needed in your core. Hal's hand moved along the back of your neck and shoulders, easing away the remaining tension. As you predicted, your body stretched and welcomed your alpha home. It would for both of them.

Home. I'm home.

"Fuck, you're still tight," Bucky hissed, keeping his hips still as you adjusted to his size. "Pussy's gripping me like a vice."

You purred, clenching around him with purpose as he finally moved. You were already close. It should've mortified you to be on the edge of an orgasm from the first slide of the thick length inside you, but you didn't care.

"Bucky. Hal," your thighs shook as you whined.

"You need to come? It's okay, kitten. Do it," Hal encouraged you, brushing a thumb along your cheek as his other hand fisted his cock.

“Come,” Bucky grunted.

Your eyes widened as your release shot through you, your own cry echoing in the room as your muscles spasmed. Your mind began to fracture as Bucky thrust through it, pleasure blinding you as you found Hal’s mouth. His tongue against yours added to the ecstasy that threatened to tear you apart. You allowed them to destroy you.

The orgasm took some of your edge off, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until they gave you what biology demanded: to be knotted and bred. They wouldn’t actually breed you tonight, but your body wouldn’t know the difference. Not while you were stuffed full.

Need their knots. Need them.

“There you go, kitten. That’s better, isn’t it? Keep sucking my cock back in.”

Your walls ached as Bucky pistoned in and out of you, tears forming from the burning pleasure that began to quickly build again. The evidence of your climax seeped around his cock as you struggled to hold on, the unyielding and steady pace overwhelming your senses. Your head dropped, trying to lick at Hal, wanting to take care of both alphas.

“Kitten, you don’t have to- Oh, fuck,” Hal moaned as your hands gripped his thighs for purchase, swallowing him down as much as you could. “We don’t deserve you.”

You whined in protest, savoring how he twitched against your tongue. It was the other way around. How were you worthy of them? Their strength and patience, the need to take care of you yet agreeing to your terms. You wished you could find a way to properly thank them. For now, your body would do.

“We don’t,” Bucky’s breath slid over your back as he stretched over you again, forcing you to take more of Hal in your throat. Both of them inside you had your senses in overdrive, taking what they gave you. “Beautiful, fierce, ours.”

“And yours. We’re yours,” Hal’s wrecked voice had your abdomen tightening as tears fell from your eyes, mewling as his hand moved underneath your collar. Damn hormones. “It’s okay. We’ve got you.”

You were thankful you couldn’t speak because the urge to rip your collar off and beg for their marks grew with each thrust. Bucky gripped your hips to hold you in place as you sucked harder and clenched tighter, anything to push the thought of being claimed away. Your heart ached from the struggle because it would feel so right to have them sink their teeth in.

Wouldn’t it?

“You’re brave, kitten. Strong. You’re you. The kind of partner we need,” Bucky reminded you, as if he sensed the internal conflict.

Partner. Not omega, partner. An equal.

“The partner we crave.”

Even as they fucked you, they could see right through you. These alphas who accepted you on your terms and gave you hope for a brighter tomorrow. It was everything you wanted to deny, but everything you needed to believe and accept.

They’re my home.

“Stop,” Hal gasped, gently pulling himself out of your mouth. His cock bobbed in front of your face as he wiped the drool from your chin, trying in vain to take him back in. “We both know you don’t want me finishing in your mouth. Not yet.”

You whined because it was true. As tempting as it was for him to spill down your throat, you needed him in your soaked cunt. Wanted Bucky to pin your arms over your head as Hal put you on your back. God, he’d keep your legs spread open as he speared you over and over.

“Knot me, breed me!” you cried.

“We will. We will,” Bucky promised, driving faster into you.

“You’ll feel us for days. Weeks,” Hal swore and, fuck, you believed him.

“I’m close,” Bucky warned, though he didn’t need to. The swell of his forming knot pushing against your hole gave you the signal loud and clear. “Gonna take my knot like a good girl. Get your slick all over me while I fill you up and make you mine. And when I’m done, Hal’s gonna do the same. ‘Til you’re begging for us to stop.”

“No, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You arched your back as Hal’s hand glided over your bouncing breasts and aching nipples, desperate to be consumed by both of them. “Alpha, please. don’t stop. Oh, God!”

You exploded, moving helplessly between them as your walls twitched. Flames shot down your spine as you once again allowed the sensations to take over again. You barely registered that they spoke to you, coaxing you through another powerful orgasm. A noise spilled from your mouth, something between a scream and plea, tired of being empty.

“Fuck, kitten, that’s it. That’s fucking it. Give it to us. Give us everything,” Bucky growled, thrusting once more.

A kaleidoscope of colors danced in front of your eyes as he seated himself fully inside you, having to hold onto Hal as he filled you like he promised. Hot and thick, your body greedily accepted every drop of him. Teeth sank into your shoulder, drawing another cry from you. It wasn’t a claiming mark, but it felt good.

Everything felt good.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” Hal praised, giving Bucky a small smirk and a smack to his shoulder. “Stop growling against her skin and get her on her side so she’s comfortable.”

Bucky grumbled something you couldn’t catch as he released his teeth, kissing tenderly over the bite. He didn’t move you right away, both of you trying to catch your breath. Your heart pounded fast, your walls gripping his knot like it would fade away too quickly if you stopped.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the larger alpha whispered as he nudge the collar with his nose. “This is heaven. You’re heaven. Hal, fuck, you’re gonna lose your mind.”

“I already have,” Hal said, kissing your forehead. “I already have.”

Your heart raced, reaching up to touch your collar. They hadn’t tried to remove it. They listened to you. “Alphas?” you mumbled, wincing when you attempted to inch forward.

“Easy, easy,” Bucky whispered as he wrapped his arm around your waist, carefully shifting so you both laid on the bed. He huffed against your skin as he spooned you, smiling as Hal grabbed a water from the bedside.

“Here.” He brought the bottle to your lips.

You took a few sips, whining when you saw how hard he still was.

“Don’t worry, kitten,” his voice deepened as he set the bottle down and stretched out in front of you. “Once his knot goes down, you’ll have mine.”

“Thank you,” your eyes squeezed shut, hiccuping as your chest seized up. “Stay.”

Don’t cry again. Don’t fucking cry.

“Oh, kitten,” Bucky sighed, rubbing your hip when you hid your face in Hal’s chest. “You don’t need to thank us. We’re staying right here.” “We’re yours, remember? Your alphas,” Hal gave you an assuring smile. “Now be good and rest for a few minutes.”

“Bossy,” you muttered.

“And you love it.”

Their words in your mind lulled you back into a sense of comfort, floating as you stayed boxed between them. A sleepy smile formed, half aware that this was just the beginning and that your alphas weren’t going anywhere. You could be mortified by your needy behavior later. For now, you let yourself be an omega. Because your secondary gender isn't a weakness with them around.

I’m safe. I’m cared for.

I’m home.

*****

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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While You Were Sleeping

relationships: alpha!buckynat x enhanced!omega!reader

summary: When you start sleep teleporting into your teammates room's Bucky and Natasha are jealous to say the least. When you finally end up in their bed there's less romance and more head injuries than they imagined.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: abo dynamics, protective/jealous buckynat, nightmares, reader gives herself a concussion, embarrassment, bed sharing, making out, pain medication, reader sleeps with a stuffed animal, platonic!steve x reader, some nsfw thoughts, beefy!nat

translations: zayka- bunny, malyshka- baby, dorogoy- darling

a/n: (me, unable to find an alpha buckynat fic) fine, i'll do it myself

Steve is animatedly talking to a barely awake Sam when the blonde is suddenly spun around by a strong hand on his shoulder. He had just enough time to recgonize the scent of his best friend before he threw a punch. “Buck, you can’t sneak up on me like that,” he groans. He tenses up again when he notices the brunet’s anger.

“Woah, did you fight with Nat this morning or something?” Sam asks, now perked up. Steve sighs loudly at his teammates' lack of filter as Bucky scowls. “No. I was noticing Steve’s scent,” Bucky answers darkly. Sam sniffs the air. “He smells the same to me. Is your super nose picking up something weird?”

Steve shuts his eyes in exasperation. “Sam. Just go get a coffee or something.”

“What? You practically dragged me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and now-”

He stops abruptly at Bucky icy glare. “You know what, I am getting coffee. It’s too early for your drama,” he decides, exiting the gym with a non committal wave goodbye.

“Didn’t know you and Y/N were so close,” Bucky practically growls. He approaches a punching bag to keep from breaking his best friend’s face. Steve blushes, only adding fuel to his friends' anger. He raises his shirt to nose. “Do I smell like her? I took a shower this morning,” he wonders outloud.

Bucky punches the bag so hard it goes flying from the ceiling, raining sand on the floor. Steve's eyes widen when he realizes Bucky didn’t even use his metal arm to do it. He quickly raises his hands in a surrendering position “Woah, it wasn’t like that! She sleep teleported into my room and I wasn’t gonna kick her out!”

Bucky turns to face him. “Sleep teleported?”

“Yeah, you know, like sleep walking but─"

“I get it Steve!” He snaps, running a hand through his dark locks. “I just don’t understand why she went to your room,” he mumbles, voice now much softer and a little insecure. He thinks of his and Natasha’s attempts to get you closer that he was sure were working. They even googled courting tips for fucksakes. Natasha is much better at flirting but Bucy is a good listener, remembering every little thing about you. If you liked Steve you would tell him… wouldn’t you?

The blonde raises a brow at his friend’s sudden vulnerability. “What do you mean?”

“I mean in this huge tower, with hundreds of places to end up, why did she go to your bed?”

Steve sighs in frustration, realizing the real reason for the brunet’s behavior. Jealousy. “I don’t know, Buck. She was asleep when it happened, it was probably completely random. I’m just glad she didn’t end up in the street or something.”

Bucky freezes at that, all the worst thoughts of where you could have teleported flooding his head. He’s suddenly grateful you wound up in bed with his best friend. How could he have been so selfish? And how can he protect you from your powers? Bondage? No, that’s just kinky. Maybe cyro? No, he won’t let you in one of those freaky test tubes. Too many bad memories.

“Buck? Buck?”

He’s snapped from his thoughts. “Huh?”

“I asked how long you and Nat have been sweet on Y/N?” Steve smirks.

Bucky feels himself blush. “What makes you think we’re sweet on her?”

“Well you tried to kill me a minute ago because you were jealous, did you forget about that?”

Bucky’s jaw ticks. Sometimes he forgets how much of an ass his best friend really is. “I wasn’t gonna kill you.” He shrugs, playing innocent. “I was gonna tell Nat you slept with Y/N and then let her kill you.”

“Steve what?” Natasha’s deep growl has both men freezezing in terror. Steve sends the brunet a pleading look. Bucky reaches out to his mate hesitantly, “now malyshka, it’s not what it sounds like.”

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You’re having a nightmare but the pain is what wakes you up.

You’re on the floor and your head is throbbing and your heart is racing but wait, this isn’t your room? Where are you? Suddenly Natasha is in front of you, gently cupping your wet face. That’s when you realize you are in fact, crying. Well this is embarrassing. A sense of comfort washes over as you recognize the two familiar scents.

“Zayka, where are you hurt?” She asks as Bucky turns on the lamp so they can scan you for injuries. You shut your eyes at the sudden light. “My head.” The alphas share a panicked look. “Friday, health scan,” the redhead demands.

“Ms. Y/N has hit her head on the nightstand and is suffering from a grade one concussion. No emergency healthcare is needed. I suggest pain medication, rest, and icing the area of injury.” The AI answers in a soft volume.

“I’ll get the pills and ice,” Bucky decides, rushing out of the room. Natasha pulls you against her chest, mindful of your head. “It’s alright omega. We’ll take care of you,” she soothes. She suddenly raises from the floor without warning, making you cling to her in surprise, before she deposits you on the bed. She smirks at your dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain you’re in you feel your stomach churn at the show of strength.

“How’s the pain, baby doll?” Bucky croons, approaching the bed with full hands. You sniffle as he hands you some pills to take, washing it down with your favorite juice “Thank you, and not too bad. I’ve survived worse,” you answer, wiping your face. They look at you unconvinced.

The brunet sits on the bed beside you, “it’ll be easier to ice your head if you’re laying down.” Natasha is there to pull back the blankets for you even and tuck you in. Your heart flutters at their sweetness. Bucky gently places the ice pack on your head. You wince at the contact but sigh happily at the numbing effect. “Not too bad my ass,” Natasha scoffs.

You pout, trying to look serious but it’s hard in your current position. “It really isn't though. I’m just embarrassed I concussed myself. Plus I’m not wearing any pants.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Your pride?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes I am. Frankly, I don't have a lot to lose.”

Natasha shakes her head as she sits on the other side of you. “As much as I love your sense of humor, we were a little too worried about your head injury to notice your underwear.” That’s a lie. They both got a flash of your pastel cotton panties. “I can get you some pants if it would make you more comfortable though.”

You shrug. “No it’s fine, I’ve changed in front of you on missions before. I’m not really body shy.”

They share a heated look. They’re very familiar with your confidence but now is not a good time to tell you that they regularly fantasize about said body. Natasha holds back any sexual comments, remding herself that you’re only in their bed hald dressed because you’re injured.

“Well if it makes you feel any better you have great legs,” Bucky mumbles, eyes widening at his own admission. Natasha is shocked but somewhat proud of her awkward boyfriend. He needs to work on timing but baby steps. You grin teasingly, “really? This coming from Mr. Muder thighs?”

Natasha, who’s now slipped under the covers beside you, lets out a deep chuckle. Bucky’s face burns an adorable shade of red making you smile once again. “Yeah, get in bed, murder thighs,” Nat teases. He scoffs but lays down beside you anyways.

Sandwiched between the two most gorgeous alphas you’ve ever seen you resist the urge to do a little celebratory dance. As much as you don’t want to leave you also feel like you’ve bothered them enough. You sigh before forcing the words out of your mouth.

"I guess I should be going back to my room now.”

They look at you as if you’ve just suggested committing a war crime. “Printsessa, you’re hurt. Don’t you think you should just rest here for tonight?" Natasha coos, gently taking your hand in her’s. The small affection is enough to make you momentarily forget your argument. Then Bucky is shuffling beside you, retrieving something from the floor.

“Plus you can't go anywhere without this little guy, right?”

To your horror, he’s holding your favorite stuffed animal. The one you fell asleep holding. “That’s… not mine,” you lie very convincingly. Nat raises a brow teasingly. “Really? ‘Cause it’s not ours.” You put on a show of fake concern. “Oh no, it’s… a bomb! I’ll defuse it!”

Bucky moves the plushie away from your reach. “If I give it to you, you have to promise not to teleport away.”

“You want me to stay here with a bomb?” You ask, determined to stick to your story.

“Omega, we both know it’s not a bomb,” Nat interjects, cupping your face so you’ll meet her eyes, effectively making your brain short circut. Your face burns under her touch. “I’ll stay,” you softly promise. The alphas smile triumphantly as Bucky hands you the toy.

“We’d never make fun of you, zayka. Everyone has their comforts,” Bucky soothes. “Really?” You ask, looking between them. “Of course. I have a safety blanket that I won’t let anyone use,” he confesses. Natasha hums beside you, "and I do ballet."

“Really? Could you teach me?” You ask, looking up at her with excited eyes. She thinks of the way she was taught and clenches her jaw. No, she’ll make it fun for you. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” You beam at her sweet words just as a yawn escapes your lips.

Bucky places a large hand on your waist. “I think the pills are making you sleepy, doll. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Wait, I need to ask you guys something.” You focus on the green dinosaur in your hands but you can feel their gazes burning into you. “I don’t think I can embarrass myself anymore so I’m just gonna come out and say it… do you want to go on a date with me?”

There’s a horrible silence for a moment. Bucky looks at his girlfriend with pure happiness but she’s more hesitant to accept your confession, considering you just suffered from a head injury then took strong pain medication. She sighs deeply. “Zayka, we should talk about this in the morning─”

You barely notice Bucky pressing himself against you, afraid you’re going to leave. You look at Natasha defiantly. “No. I might have a concussion, and be on drugs, and not wearing pants, but I know what I want! So if you’re going to reject me just go ahead and─”

Before he can stop himself, Bucky cups your jaw and turns your face to him, smashing his lips against yours. Nat raises her brow, hardly surprised by her mate’s impulsive behavior. Still she can’t help but groan at the two of you kissing. It’s even hotter than she imagined. When he finally pulls away your chest is heaving and you’re looking up at Bucky with big glassy eyes. You already look so wrecked from just a kiss.

“Did that feel like a rejection to you?” He teases in a gruff voice, bumping his nose against yours. You shake your head breathlessly. “Um, no, but I think I should get Nat’s opinion too.”

The red head smirks, leaning in slowly just to tease you. Just as you begin to pout she surges forwards and takes your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasp at the light sting but she quickly soothes it with firm kisses. Bucky squeezes your waist from behind, gently mouthing your neck. You shiver as she pulls back, blinking slowly. You clear your throat,

“Yeah. That checks out.”

They both grin at your dazed reply. “You’re adorable, pup,” Bucky coos sweetly. Natasha hums in agreement, cupping your cheek. “You should rest now, zayka. We can talk more in the morning.”

“And kiss?” You ask drowsily.

She smiles, gently running her fingers along your jaw. “Of course, omega.”

You clutch your toy in your arms and nuzzle against Natasha’s breasts, pulling Bucky’s arm around your waist. Your bare legs are intertwined underneath the warm blankets. The last thing you say is a soft and sweet, “night alphas,” before drifting off.

Both of their hearts pick up at the title. You had never called them that before. Bucky tucks his head into your neck. He inhales your scent to remind him that this is real and not a dream. The two most amaizng woman he’s ever known in bed with him just seems too good to be true. He feels Natasha moving and look to see her texting with one hand.

“What are you doing?” He whispers against your skin. “Just telling Steve that the three of us will be taking a sick day.” She responds quietly. Bucky smiles at the prospect of a lazy day with his girls. “You think of everything, malyshka.”

“I know.” She brags, placing the phone on the bedside table. “Friday, cancel all alarms and don’t let anyone in unless the world is ending.”

“We should order her some fancy stuff for her nest, you know, like from one of those special omega websites. Oh, and lots of stuffed animals,” Bucky excitedly plans as he looks at your peaceful face. Natasha reaches over you to stroke his arm,

“Relax, dorogoy. We’ll have our whole lives to spoil her.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Wildest Dreams: Part 5

The ball in his hands had been tossed back and forth aimlessly, his eyes fixating on the bright white stitching that held the leather together and had been engrained with the school’s logo on the side.

It was all a distraction while he played the waiting game with Bucky, hopeful that you would still make an appearance at their practice.

They had been talking about it since the Dean’s office, the two alphas discussing how they could manage to get the three of you to move forward in friendship and then a relationship, drawing from your shared past as motivation to solidify your future.

And still, it had depended on their hope that they would see you in the stands with some of the other omegas and girls that had been invited to watch. The invitation had to be made and cleared by the security for the team and stadium, and there would’ve been a pass left for you to enter the stadium.

“She’s going to be here,” Steve mumbled under his breath as a reminder to himself, another hopeful wish that he’d look over and see you waiting for him; for them.

Steve and Bucky had been rendered eager by the promise you made to watch their practices, and even as hopeful as they were, they wondered if you would skip out on them. There were always some doubts that you would let your anger and your hurt, your past abandonment overshadow the chance to be together again.

Whether you would let that go slowly and make an effort to be with them, even starting as friends, or hold onto it was almost debilitating.

Steve had held his breath and bit his tongue while he was tossing the ball back and forth, his gaze briefly darting through the crowd of players to find Bucky. Their eyes met, blu-green with crystalline blues, and a smile built on both the alpha’s faces. A form of silent communication bounced between Steve and Bucky, a message sent and received with a wink and purse of his lips.

The two alphas were so close, so well bound and familiar with each other that it seemed like they could have entire conversations and not say a single thing. It was an extension of the connection you three once had together and hopefully would have again.

“She’s going to come.” Steve tucked the ball under his arm exhaling the puff of air he had kept in while slowly traversing to the edge of the field where his helmet had remained on the steel bench, set beside the bag of medical gear the team’s first aid staff had.

He had stooped to the bench and sank upon the metal, his leg and feet stretched out in front of him.

He slammed the ball upon the hard surface and ran his fingers through his hair, watching Bucky screwing around with a few of the linemen, specifically the defensive tackle and the defensive end. The two defensive players were just as tall as Steve and Bucky were, though Sam had been far broader than even Steve was, and Ari was far more physically imposing.

Both Sam and Ari, surprisingly, made Steve and Bucky feel small.

“Practice is starting, get your helmet on.” The assistant coach had directed his attention toward Steve and then nodded his head in the direction of the space behind Steve.

The dirty blonde whipped his head around, a grin wide and bold bursting on his face when he spotted you sitting in the lower middle. You weren’t paying attention to Steve or Bucky, you were having a conversation with Rhys as she waved her hands animatedly, relaying some eclectic tale of her wonder.

The two of you weren’t aware that Steve or Bucky had been staring at you, though Steve almost preferred your indifference. With you paying attention to Rhys and not him, Steve could study you and commit every detail of you and your appearance on the stand as if he was going to be judged or tested.

He was amazed at how beautiful and adorable an omega like you could have appeared, how breathtaking you could be in a cable-knit school toque and an oversized pale lavender Karbon fall jacket, with only the appearance of a sweater poking above the hem of the hood.

Despite it still being fall and just barely on the cusp of a potential early winter, the air and weather had taken a sour turn. There was still endless potential for warm weathered fall days, and months before the season ended on December 11th, however, the area was being battered by a cold snap.

“Rogers!” the coach had called his name, Rhys and yourself turning your head to look at him.

Steve reacted as if a jolt of lightning had shot through him, standing in earnest. He rose to his feet quickly and snatched his helmet from the bench seat, taking a single step before he looked back at you and smiled small.

“I knew she would come.” Steve exchanged a whisper to Bucky in passing, the two bumping hips with each other.

“Never doubted it for a second.” Bucky grinned, placing a kiss on Steve’s cheek with a firm pat on the ass before he stepped on the field with Steve, Bucky helped yank Steve’s helmet on his head before pulling his own on.

Bucky turned his head and looked your way.

He watched you as you fiddled with your phone before you slipped it back in your pocket, drawing your eyes upon Steve and Bucky before looking away. You dropped your gaze to the bench beside you and your bag that you found mildly interesting, or maybe it was the spine of whatever book you had packed. It was probably your thought that maybe you would get bored and need something to read, instead of focusing on the crash coming from the field.

“Rogers! Barnes! Quit screwing around and run your play!” Bucky’s lips were tugged into a smirk, and he found himself glancing over his shoulder toward Steve, blue-green and blue meeting before the sharp sting of the whistle from their coach redirected their attention.

Your fingers ran over the ridge in the stadium seat over and over, treating the hard edge like it was a stress ball rather than something to be sat on. Your eyes had been glued to the field as they ran play after play, each more impressive than the last, with pristine functionality.

Though you didn’t understand the exact details of their practice you were amazed by the speed and the force that was put behind each whip of the ball or tackle that would’ve rendered you a pancake on the turf. It was improbable that you could have ever been as quick on your feet or carried enough strength to throw a man into the grass without hesitation, though it was almost amusing to imagine yourself on the field with them.

When practice had first started, you were debating with yourself to read the book you had brought with you, thinking that there would be nothing interesting about the players going at each other like modern gladiators, and yet you were deridingly entranced.

You were so taken by the team, so enamoured by the skills and tactics they had used on the field, leaving you caught by surprise when someone had come to sit beside you.

A shock that resulted in you finally using your book though not as intended, rather it was a weapon to whack the unsuspecting and young alpha across the shoulder and bicep with as much force as you could muster.

“I’m part of the team!” The brown hair and brown-eyed alpha had squeaked, batting you off with a wave of his hand and a plea for you to quit beating on him. “I’m Peter!”

“Announce yourself!” You huffed in retaliation and shoved your book back into your bag, side-eyeing the alpha when he settled himself beside you, rubbing his sore shoulder and bicep.

He didn’t inherently give you the impression of being an alpha you should have feared or wanted to get away from, rather he almost seemed as if he could have been an omega like yourself.

This alpha looked younger than he probably was and while he seemed smaller than almost all of the players on the field, a second look at him gave you the impression that he was not as weak or frail as you may have suspected.

“If you’re on the team then why aren’t you on the field?” Your suspicion of him had tapered off just enough to not hit him when he leaned forward and leaned in, his hands folded in front of him.

“Well, technically I’m on the team. I’m a freshman and second-string. Second string-“

“You’re a backup player, I get the gist.” You drew your eyes away from Peter, glancing toward the field and the two alphas who drove you mad.

Steve and Bucky were speaking to one of the defensive players, the one you thought was defensive end, the three of them speaking quietly amongst each other in a little troupe of gossip that had only been cut short with the sharp whistle. The last play of practice had been called and as the players took their positions and readied themselves to run the ball, Peter had spoken again.

“So your Steve and Bucky’s omega?” He drew your attention toward him, looking at you with curiosity, his brown eyes reflective and reminiscent of a puppy dog gaze if you had ever seen one.

“I’m not their omega, I’m their friend.” You corrected Peter, gaze flitting back and forth between the game and the alpha beside you, humming under your breath after the final play had gone through and been run to near perfection.

Steve and Bucky didn’t spare a thought, they hadn’t waited a moment before they yanked their helmets off and set them on the bench, planning to retrieve them later after they had come to greet you. You decided to meet them halfway, and after you had gathered your things, you started making your way down the stairs of the stadium.

You were stopped halfway down, your nose scrunching as you picked up the heady scent of sweat and grime from the turf and any residual dirt, the aroma making you grit your teeth. You wanted to protest any physical contact with the two alphas, planning on making a demand for a shower first, however, Steve and Bucky had taken the chance from you.

Bucky had grabbed you first, encasing his arms around you with an overeager reach. He lifted you from the stands as if you weighed nothing, his voice coming out in a seductive purr, almost as if he was a cat rubbing against its favourite scratching post.

“You stink! Bucky get off!” You whacked his arm repeatedly, squeaking when you were handed off to Steve, the latter who hugged you just as tightly, nonchalantly scenting you with their natural aromas and what they had picked up from practice.

“Steve! You need to shower-“ you groaned, your hands pushing at his chest until he set you down. The two alphas had looked down at you with matching beaming smiles and eyes brightly cast upon you.

“Dinner, bean?” Bucky tilted his head, cocking it like a curious puppy or kitten. “We can start tutoring?”

“You need showers, both of you. You smell disgusting.” You winced, yanking your bag from the ground to drape it over your shoulder, eyeing Steve and Bucky with mild annoyance. “Your scents are overpowering.”

“Shower, then dinner?” Steve alluded, generally hopeful that you would say yes without a moment’s hesitation.

“You just practiced for-“

“-now we’re hungry. Come on, Bean! We’ll pay. Please….?” Bucky’s bottom lip protruded, his eyes boring into yours with unkempt familiarity.

“It’s not about money, Bucky. It’s-“

No matter how you had tried, no matter how annoyed or vexed you were, you couldn’t come up with a quantifiable reason why you could or should deny them.

No matter how hard you thought or tried to resist the two alphas who were standing closer to you than you anticipated, and had been amorously drawn to each other as they were you, you felt yourself cratering and crumbling like a brittle piece of plastic.

You were giving in, caving in on yourself with little resistance and the more you tried to think of reasons to deny them, the harder it was to think of anything justifiable.

“Take a shower. You stink.” You scrunched your nose and shuddered, stepping away from the two of them. “And then…”

“And then…?” Bucky grinned, reaching his hand out to brush your hair off your shoulder.

“Dinner. As friends. That’s it.”

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙, & The Stars ✨

Chapter 7: Dark side of the moon

word count: 6.6

warnings: angsty, butterflies (I know it makes no sense but you’ll see & I know some people hate bugs), mentions of a physical attack, insecure Bucky, insecure reader, mentions of death, talk of Bucky’s past

A/N: there is a lot going on for this chapter but I hope you like it!! We’ll see a bit more of Mrs. Levy 👀👀

Series Masterlist

Ch. 6

Sam walks into their apartment about 30 minutes after dropping you off. He finds Steve and Bucky making out in the living room, both almost completely naked, their soft moans fill the silence. They stop to look over and find Sam watching them. An eyebrow quirked upward at the scene laid before him.

“Did you just get back?” He asks Bucky as he walks further into the apartment.

“Uh- no I uh- I got in around 3:00.”

Sam stops and looks between Bucky and Steve.

“Were you in debriefings all afternoon?”

Bucky shakes his head after sitting up straighter on the couch. The answer has Sam frowning.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were back?”

“Steve told me you were out with Y/N, I didn’t want to bother either of you.” Bucky looks away.

“You wouldn’t have bothered us, she asked about you.” Sam walked toward him and lifted Bucky’s chin, “I’m glad you’re back safe.” He said and placed a kiss on his lips.

“How did it go?” Steve asked. The three men had agreed to keep their bond closed off while they were with you unless it was necessary. Any time spent with you was a step closer to establishing a relationship and more.

“It was good, she loved the Polaroid and the festival.” Steve pulled Sam down to the couch and ran his nose up Sam’s neck. He could smell the sweet scent that was just you mixed in perfectly with Sam’s and it was intoxicating.

“What did you two get up to?”

Sam smirked, “A good alpha doesn’t kiss and tell.” He got up from the couch and headed toward their shared room.

“I’m gonna shower but Buck, baby, you should call her. She’s worried about you.”

Bucky nods and watches as Sam walks into their room. He sighs and his shoulders sag.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t think I’d get a chance to be with an omega and Y/N is good, so good. I just-”

“Buck, don't do this to yourself. Focus on the fact that you do get the chance. Call her tomorrow will ya?”

“I will.” He smiles.

“Good, now let’s go see if Sammy needs some help getting clean.” Steve smirks as he leads Bucky into the bathroom. He didn’t see Bucky’s smile falter at the thought of calling you. It wasn’t you, it was him that he was worried about.

You walked into the busy cafe searching for Steve and Sam. As much as they insisted on picking you up you told them you would meet them there. They had a longer break than you so it made sense if they ordered for you while you made your way down the two blocks. You smile when you see them sitting towards the back and you quickly make your way to them.

“There she is.” Sam announces, having seen you walk in.

“Hi Sam,” you give him a quick kiss before turning. “Hi Steve.” you smile as you peck his lips.

“Hello beautiful, here let me get your chair. The food should be out soon.”

“Thank you. How is your training going?”

“You know, same as always. There are a few promising candidates and some that need work.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re just distracted. I know I would be if you were training me.” you smile at the way Steve blushes. It’s the comfort that they provide, the sense of safety that allows you to be this carefree in conversation.

“Well I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be doing a lot of training if you were a recruit.” Sam smiles when you giggle.

Just then the waitress walks over and sets your food down. She asks if you need anything else and then she’s gone again.

“How’s work?” Sam asks.

“Busy, Mrs. Levy is really getting on my nerves lately. I don’t even know what I did to make her hate me.”

“Want me to go by and charm her.” Steve asks with a wink.

“Yeah, grannies love Steve.”

“No way, she’ll think I’m corrupting you or something.”

Both men laugh.

“Come on, she can’t be that bad. And you’re the sweetest person we know. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.”

“She really doesn’t like me. So I’m not sure, we don’t even work together technically. But it’s whatever I try not to pay her any mind.”

“That’s our girl.” Sam says.

You enjoy your meal, sharing bites of food with each other and laughing. It was so natural to be with them like you really are meant to be together. One thing is bothering you so you ask.

“So have either of you heard from Bucky?” You look at Sam and then Steve when you feel them tense up beside you. “I just… it’s been a few days since I’ve heard from him. And I know that it’s a mission and he’s busy but I’d assume they would check in with your team right?”

“He didn’t call you?” Steve asks but he isn’t really looking at you, his eyes or fixated on Sam.

“No, I haven’t heard from him in a few days. He’s not hurt is he?”

Sam shakes his head. “No but,” He hesitates. “He's back. He said he would call you yesterday.”

“Oh.” That hurt. He had been back but didn’t bother to at least let you know he was ok. Was he rejecting you? You weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong but you didn’t want to find out at that moment. “I-Um I should head back, my lunch is almost up.” You get up, avoiding their gaze.

“Sweetheart, wait.” Steve calls out as you move through the cafe quickly. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath when a group of people block his way.

“We should head back. Let’s find out what happened.” Sam says as he puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky sat on the couch in his therapist’s office again. His leg bounced as he waited for this session to be over.

“What seems to be troubling you, James?”

He shrugs his shoulders but won’t meet her eyes. The room is quiet, suffocating for Bucky. All he wants to do is leave, maybe see you. To apologize for disconnecting. He hopes Steve and Sam won’t tell you he’s back already because he’s sure that you’d be upset that he hadn’t reached out. You sounded disappointed when he had to cancel your date. But he was doubting his abilities as an alpha again. That voice in his head that reminds him of all the bad he’s done. Telling him he doesn’t deserve to have you, that you deserve better. Or worse, that you would get hurt because of him.

“How was your last mission?”

“It was fine.”

Dr. Fink sighs again and writes a note down. She allows him to sit in silence, she’s been working with Bucky long enough to know that he’ll eventually say something.

“I almost hurt a woman on this mission. A bystander. She’s an omega.” He started saying. “One nightmare that I keep having is about this one particular mission I had when I was the Winter Soldier. There was limited intel on the person so the last thing I expected was to find him trying to protect his omega. I can still hear her cries as her mark was removed.” Bucky’s voice cracks at the end and he clears his throat. “This omega, from the mission, looked like her. I thought I was seeing a ghost. Reminds me why I don’t deserve to have an omega.”

“But?” Dr. Finks eyes him curiously.

“I met someone. Actually the three of us have.”

“An omega?”

He nods.

“How is that going? Dealing with three omegas.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s just one. See we met her at different times but it turned out to be the same person. She’s been through hell and despite that she’s sweet, kind. I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

“How did you meet? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I was out with the team and I stepped outside for some fresh air. I caught her scent so I followed it. When I found her some prick had her pinned to a wall. She was fighting to get free.”

“You helped her?”

“Of course I did, I couldn’t let her get hurt.”

She nods as she writes something else down.

“Seems like you should listen to your alpha instincts more often.”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

“Have you and your partners discussed the possibility of courting this person?”

“We did and we are. I think they’re at lunch with her right now actually.”

“But?” Dr. Fink prompts again.

“What if she finds out what I did? The thought of her being scared of me… it's just, I don’t know what I would do. It would be easier to pull away now than to allow any real feelings to develop.”

“James, the only thing that I can tell you is that you have to talk to her. Be honest and let her choose if she wants to continue the courtship.”

“What about Sam and Steve? They’re smitten.”

Dr. Fink puts a hand up to stop him. “This isn’t about them, it's about you. Now in every relationship there are things you compromise on, your mental health and well-being is not one of them. So talk to her, let her decide and then talk with Sam and Steve.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“What has got you down Sweets?” Jonah asked as he walked up to your desk.

“Nothing.” you answer way too quickly.

“Oh come on. You’ve been pouty since you got back from your lunch date. Did Sam or Steve do something? I’ll kick their ass. I know I’ve said this before but I don't care that they’re avengers.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards in a small smile before you turn to someone handing in some papers. They give you a quiet thanks and head out of the building. You turn back to find Jonah looking at you still expecting an answer.

“I’m fine, really.”

“You know, if you’ve changed your mind about them you can end the courtship.”

“I’m not the one that changed my mind.” you mumble as you turn to put away the papers.

“Did they end it? Is that why you’re upset?”

“No, it’s just last week Bucky and I were supposed to go on a date on Friday but he called earlier in the week and canceled because he had a mission. Which I understand, it’s his job. He had called and messaged me but then the calls stopped. So today at lunch I asked about him and Sam and Steve said he was back and that he said he would call me yesterday but he never did. What if he doesn’t want to see me anymore? Or what if I did something wrong?”

“I highly doubt you did anything wrong. Maybe something happened on the mission and he just needed to clear his mind.”

You shake your head. “Then why lie to Sam and Steve? Maybe this is for the best.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t look for a way to run away from this, you deserve to be happy and they make you happy. I know it’s scary, especially after everything you’ve been through just get yourself some answers before you make a choice.” Jonah sighs as he walks around the desk to give you a hug. “I have to get back but call down if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Bucky had left his therapist’s office and wandered around the city for a while. He knew there was a chance you were aware that he was back already and Steve and Sam would know he didn’t call. He scolded himself, part of him was trying to push you away on purpose. To protect you and keep you away from more darkness, how could he possibly make you happy if he had done horrible things to innocent people. The other part of him was scared. Steve and Sam were part of his world, they knew the risks they fought them everyday. But you weren't, and sure you’ve seen violence but that was in the past. What if you knew what he had done and you hated him? Or worse, what if you were afraid of him? He could only picture the look of horror on your face if you knew the truth. You would realize that he wasn’t a good man, a good alpha. But then he remembered how you held on to him when he first met you. How you held on to him in the lab. He cursed under his breath and he realized the only way to end this guessing game was just to tell you and let you make the choice. Bucky took out his phone and called you, it rang a few times and then went to voicemail. He called again and left a message. Were you mad? Possibly and he couldn’t blame you. Bucky looked at the time and realized you should be leaving work so it was strange you didn’t answer.

Bucky: Hey darling, I was wondering if we could talk? I can stop by your apartment if that’s ok with you.

Bucky stared at his phone for what felt like hours until three little dots appeared and disappeared and then a message popped up.

Darling: can’t talk @ hospital

His heart stopped. Has the pack from the alley found you again? He should have made sure they would never be able to get up. In a panic he messaged Nat asking to track your phone to know which hospital you were at. Once he knew Bucky messaged Steve and Sam before racing over wanting to make sure you were ok.

If someone would have told you that your Monday night would end with you accompanying Mrs. Levy to the emergency room, you would laugh in their face. But here you were. Waiting to hear word on the condition of the older woman. Your phone rang and you saw Bucky’s name pop up on your screen but you declined the call, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk to him yet. Your phone lights up to see a message from him. Two cops walked into the waiting area and called your name, waving you over when you looked up. You shoot off a quick to let him know you can’t talk and walk over to the officers. The detectives introduced themselves and started asking you all sorts of questions. As they finish and hand you a card with their number, your phone goes off.

“Hi Steve.”

“Sweetheart are you ok? Bucky said you were in the hospital.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m here with Mrs. Levy, someone attacked her outside of work.”

“Is she ok, did she see who did it?”

“I’m still waiting for someone to come out. The guy knocked her down and had his hand around her neck when I walked out. Then when he realized I was there he tried to attack me. I fought him off though.” You said as if it were no big deal.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I fought the guy off. So thank you for teaching me some self defense.”

“Well I’m very proud of you sweetheart, but you’re sure you’re not hurt?”

“I’m sure. I have this really great teacher and I’ve defeated Captain America.”

He chuckles. “Well if you’re sure. Call us when you’re ready to leave we can pick you up and give Mrs. Levy a ride too.”

“I will. Bye Steve.”

“Bye sweetheart.”

You hang up and place your phone in your back pocket. Turning around to find a nurse to ask about the older woman you’re instead faced with Bucky. He was scanning the waiting area with rising panic until he looked in your direction. His shoulders sag when he sees that you’re in fact ok. A nurse moves back to her station and you turn to her and ask about Mrs. Levy’s condition only to find that they were finishing up some x-rays. When you turn back Bucky is closer to you. You want to ignore him but he looks like a kicked puppy. Truthfully, there is a part of you that wants to go to him. Your hindbrain is urging you to go to your alpha after not seeing him for so long. Bucky moves first though and he stands in front of you with a guilty look in his eyes.

“I should have called, I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He says as he finally looks at you.

“Why didn’t you?”

He sighs and looks around before looking back at you. “Do you think we could talk somewhere a little bit more private?”

You nod because you want to know what’s going on with him. Bucky takes your hand and moves towards a small waiting room that is currently empty. He paces a little before looking at you. You stand close to the door with your arms crossed over your chest and wait for him to explain.

“I’m sorry, for everything.”

“Are you rejecting me?” You ask because it’s all you’ve been thinking about since you had lunch with Sam and Steve.

“What? No. I could never reject you.”

“Then what’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

Bucky shakes his head, a permanent type of sadness in his eyes.

“I’m afraid you’ll be the one rejecting me after this.”

He looks up at you again. You stand there still waiting for an explanation and as much as he’s scared that you’ll be afraid of him he tells you most of his past. The things he’s had to do and how he had to hurt omegas. As much as Bucky would have liked not to do this, he told you the truth as ugly as it might be. The whole time his scent spikes with distress and fear. He sighs when he’s done and prepares himself for the inevitable rejection but it doesn’t come.

“I know.” Is what you say to break the awkward silence. “I’ve known since the day after we met.”

He looks at you confused but stays quiet hoping that you’ll elaborate which you do.

“Ricky thought he knew you from somewhere so he googled you. He found those documents that were released when shield or whatever it's called fell.” You sigh before you move closer to him, you try to fight back the tears at the thought of this being what ends your relationship. Although the spike in your scent gives you away. “I hate that you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve it. But Bucky I know what a bad alpha is, I lived most of my life around them. I know what it feels like to be afraid for my life because of one. The same way I don’t know everything you’ve been through, I haven’t shared everything my family put me through. I’ve never felt afraid around you. Quite the opposite actually. But if this courtship is going to hurt you more than be good for you then maybe it’s best if we just end the courtship now.” you said even though you don’t want it to, but it wouldn’t be fair to force Bucky into a relationship if he doesn’t want it.

“You don’t wanna reject me?” Bucky asks, sounding more like a scared pup than a scary alpha.

You look at him and you shake your head. Bucky takes a few tentative steps toward you, he stretches out his hand for you to take. You look at his hand and then him before closing the gap. Your arms are around his waist and you hide your face in his chest. The tension slowly dissolves from both your bodies and scents. When you finally feel his arms around you, you cry before looking up at him.

“One chance, it’s all you get. I want to be with you and with Steve and Sam but I don’t want to question what my place in this pack is.”

“Never again. I’m so sorry darling. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” Bucky said as he cups your face.

“One more thing.”

“Anything.”

“Please talk to me if you feel like this again. We can work it out.”

“I will, I promise.”

A nurse calls out your name and you turn to the door before turning back to the alpha in front of you. You reach up and kiss him quickly. It was soft and sweet and his lips chased yours for a moment before they connected.

“We’ll talk later, go home.” You instruct before walking away. Bucky watched you disappear around the corner. He had one chance, he admired that you didn’t just submit to him. With the thought of making things right Bucky finally heads home.

Bucky walked through the door of the apartment. As he expected they were in the living room waiting for him. Sam had been resting his back against Steve’s chest, but the position still allowed him to turn his head and look in Bucky’s direction at the sound of the door. Both men sat up straighter at the sight of their mate as they waited for an answer.

“So what happened?” Sam asked what both he and Steve had been wanting to know.

“She gave me one more chance.”

Both men breathed a sigh of relief. And they moved around so that Bucky could sit in between them.

“I have an idea on how to make it right, but I think I’ll need your help.”

“Anything for you and our girl.” Steve says before leaning in and kissing his mate’s cheek.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder. Confused as to what was happening you sat up and scanned the room, realizing you weren’t in your apartment. Instead you find yourself in the living room of none other than Mrs. Levy. There was a blanket draped over you and as you recalled the events of the night before you know you didn’t have one when you fell asleep. You give the older woman a confused look before she turns and sits down on her purple recliner. It was odd, her home was so colorful, full of knick knacks and photographs.

“Are you ok? Do you need something?” You asked her.

“No,” she replied, her voice hoarse due to the fact that she had been choked by the alpha that had attacked her. “It’s barely 6 am, I wasn’t sure if you were going to work.”

“Oh damn. I do have to go home and change.”

“I made coffee, have some before you leave.”

You stopped in the middle of folding the blanket and looked over your shoulder. The whole interaction from the time you found Mrs. Levy being attacked by an alpha next to the dumpster until this moment has been the most confusing moment in your life. Perhaps it was the fact that you fought against the assailant in order to help her or the fact that you were the one to not only go with her to the hospital but stay and then take her home that maybe pushed her to offer you the beverage. But something had changed between the two of you.

“Thank you, I’ll get some in a minute. Where do you want me to leave the blanket?”

“Leave it there.”

You nod and head into the kitchen and you find a mug on the counter next to the coffee maker. Mrs. Levy also left out creamer and sugar for you to use. Once you’re done making your cup of coffee you walk back toward the living room.

“Is there anything you need before I have to head out?” you ask as you sit back down and take a sip of the warm liquid in your cup. She sat there quiet, deep in thought as she observed you. “Is there anyone I can call?”

She shook her head and for the first time since you’ve known her, Mrs. Levy looked sad. You’d always known her to be grumpy but lively.

“My son, He’s in California and my daughter… she’s…” she looked toward the wall of framed photographs and sighed. “You remind me so much of her.”

You were taken aback not only by the confession but of the tears that now trailed down her cheeks. Unsure of what to say, you kept quiet and let her continue. Her eyes took in every inch of your face before she spoke again.

“She was such a good person. Always laughing and ready to help anyone that needed it. She didn’t let being an omega stand between her and her dreams. You’re the same way, but you have more fight in you. I wish she would have fought back against that alpha of hers. Maybe she’d be here now.”

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Levy.” You say as you reach out and grab her hand.

“Ophelia.”

“What?”

“My name. You’ve saved my life, I think we can be on a first name basis.”

You nod in agreement and give her hand a gentle squeeze and you let go of her hand but she grabs yours again.

“You didn’t deserve the way I’ve treated you. I hope you can forgive me for it.”

“Of course I can. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the loss of your daughter on your own. But from now on if you need anything you have me.”

“I don’t deserve your kindness.”

You stand up after having finished your cup of coffee. “Well I believe in giving people second chances so with all due respect Ophelia, but it sucks for you. Because now you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

She smiles a little, it was more like the ghost of a smile but it was there and it was meant for you. You went back to the kitchen and washed the mug you had used and then dried your hands off. As you walk back into the living room you grab your purse and phone that you’d left on the dining room table.

“Ok, I’m going to head out now but call the center if you need anything. I’ll be back once I’m done with work and I’ll bring dinner. If that’s ok with you.”

“You don’t have to do any of that. I’ll be fine.” Ophelia said as she slowly walked behind you towards the door.

“Well I want to.”

She shakes her head and opens her mouth to protest.

“Please let me do this.”

She’d notice the spike in your scent. Sadness she’d noted and her eyes softened as she looked at you.

“Ok.”

You smiled at her and turned to open the door.

When you returned from your lunch break the last thing you expected was to see gifts from your alphas waiting for you. There was a box of chocolates from Steve, a cup of coffee from your favorite coffee shop from Sam and a beautiful bouquet. It had blue hyacinths, pink roses, white tulips and lily of the valley. There was also a note attached to it although you assumed that it was from Bucky, you hoped they were anyway.

Be ready tomorrow at 7:00 pm.

-Bucky

You smiled to yourself as you took in the scent of the flowers and wondered what Bucky might have planned. Grabbing your phone out of your purse you open up the group chat you had created with all three alphas but hadn’t used yet.

Y/N: thank you, everything’s amazing. 🥰🥰

Steve: you’re welcome sweetheart.

Sam: Anything for you! 😉

Bucky: So I'll see you tomorrow?

Y/N: Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Bucky: Can’t wait.

The following day had been strange. The day somehow felt like it dragged on but was over quickly. Maybe it was your nerves over the date with Bucky. Although you gave him one more chance, part of you felt as if he would cancel again. So you were surprised when Jules showed up towards the end of your shift with a few bags in her hands.

“Want me to call Ricky?” You asked as you reached for the phone.

“No, I'm here for you.”

“What for?” You ask as she placed a few bags on the counter in front of you.

“I came to drop these off. They’re for your date tonight.”

“How did you know?”

“Bucky called and asked for a favor. I, of course, was more than willing to help.” She beamed. “I knew you’d go over to Mrs. Levy’s after work and you also don’t know where you’re going so I brought you an outfit.”

“Thank you Jules.” You got up and out of your chair to hug her. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Oh honey, you’ll be just fine and this date will be great. Trust me Bucky is more nervous than you are.”

“Ok, well I’ll just let him know to pick me up from Ophelia’s apartment.”

“Who the hell is Ophelia? Are you trying to replace me?” She said in mock shock but you chuckled.

“Mrs. Levy. She told me to call her by her first name.”

Jules stares at you wide eyed. “But you and the boys have always told me how horrible she is to you. What happened?”

“Monday night happened. And she opened up to me a bit. Jules, it's so sad her daughter was killed by her alpha and her son is in California. She’s all alone here.”

“So you can’t help but relate to that.” She said in understanding while you nodded.

“And she apologized. Everyone deserves a second chance, why should I deny her of it? Of course I’m still a bit cautious but maybe this can change our relationship.”

“Who knows maybe she’ll even help you get ready tonight. It’ll be cute, like a mother helping her daughter.”

A little pang of hurt stirred in your chest. If your parents hadn’t been the way they were, would your mother be helping you get ready tonight? It’s sad that you would never know but maybe Jules was right and that gave you a little hope.

“Well I’ve got to go but have fun and call me after because I want all the details.”

“I will, thanks Jules.”

You had been running back and forth from the living room to the bathroom as you grabbed the last few things you needed. Jules had surprised you not only by helping Bucky but by the dress she had brought. It still had the tag on it but it was your size. It was a beautiful 1940’s style dress with shoes and accessories to match, almost. After debating for a while you couldn’t help but realize the jewelry you were wearing didn’t really match the dress.

“Ophelia,” you called out as you headed to the living room once more. “Do you think this necklace looks good with the dress?”

The elder woman looked at you head to toe and then shook her head. She stood and began to walk into her room, leaving you confused.

“Here, you can borrow these.” She held out a black velvet box. You took it and opened it to find a match set of pearl earrings and a necklace.

“Oh I don’t think I could, they're too beautiful.”

“Please, I insist.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s a courting date right?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, do this old woman a favor. I never got a chance to see my daughter wear them. They were a courting gift from her father.”

You smile as you take the necklace out and put it on followed by the earrings. Mrs. Levy beams as she looks over you again.

“Perfect, now you still haven’t told me much about him.”

“Oh, well um,” you suddenly got nervous. “He’s an Avenger.”

“Really? How exciting.”

“And um we’re true mates. Well he and his 2 other mates are my true mates.”

“You are being courted by three alphas?”

“Yeah,” you say nervously.

“Are they all avengers? Are they treating you well?”

“Yes, they’re amazing and so kind. Steve had even taught me self defense. It’s how I was able to get that alpha away from you.”

“Steve as in Captain America Steve Rogers?” She asks, curiosity piqued.

“Yes and Sam Wilson, you know Falcon.”

“Oh I used to have such a crush on him when I was younger.” She laughed as she thought about her school girl crush.

“I could introduce you if you’d like?”

“I don’t know, I think I’d embarrass myself.” She laughs again and shakes her head.

“Nonsense, he’s really sweet.” The buzzer goes off and suddenly you realize you’re not completely ready.

“Go finish up, I'll let him in.”

You could hear the muffled conversation through the bathroom door as you finished applying your lipstick. With one final look in the mirror you take a deep breath and head out. While your dates with Steve and Sam had been fun and light you felt as if the weight of the relationship depended on whether this one went well.

When you step out of the bathroom and peak into the hallway, you see Bucky’s back and Mrs. Levy’s signature scowl. You did your best to keep from laughing as she poked Bucky in the chest.

“You better treat her right, you hear me young man?”

“Yes ma’am.” You heard Bucky answer as you got closer. He heard your approaching footsteps because suddenly all eyes were on you. He looked slightly terrified of the older woman but his eyes softened when he looked at you. A cheesy smile on his face. “Darling you’re breathtaking.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He did look good. He wore a suit and his hair was styled and combed back. Bucky extended his hand and you realized he had brought you flowers. You took them and brought them up to your nose and inhaled deeply.

“Thank you Bucky, they're beautiful.”

You both stared at each other for a moment. Matching smiles and thundering hearts.

“You plan on standing here all night?” Mrs. Levy asked.

“No, we should go, darling.”

“I’ll put those in a vase for you.” She offered and you gave her the bouquet. “Remember what I said.”

“I will ma’am.”

“Bye Ophelia.”

“If he tries anything, kick him in his knot.” She whispered as you passed by and you chuckled.

“I will.”

With that you walked out of the apartment, you were hand in hand with Bucky. All possible nerves were gone, it was like that with all three of them.

“Please don’t do that.” Bucky said as you got to the stairs.

“Well then don’t try anything.”

“What if I tried to kiss you?” Bucky stopped at the bottom and pulled you in by the waist.

“I might let it happen. At the end of the night. But we won’t have one if we don’t go.”

He chuckles and grabs your hand before heading toward the door.

It shouldn’t have surprised you but it did. They were a pack after all and they were working together to court you. So when Bucky pulled up to the botanical gardens you smiled at the thought of him asking Steve and Sam for advice. You had mentioned in passing that you loved this place. Bucky opens your car door and extends his hand to help you out.

“Shall we?” He smiles as he offers you his arm and you take it.

“What exactly are we doing here?”

“Well I could tell you or I could show you.” He says as he leads you inside. A security guard stands by the door to let you into the now closed building.

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss.” he gives a small nod as you pass him by.

You don’t really pay attention to where Bucky is taking you, instead you pay attention to the flowers that line the path. It isn’t until Bucky stops that you look up. A large closed sign stands before you but Bucky moves it.

“I hope you like it, ready?” You nod and Bucky opens the door.

Fairy lights line the walkway above you. They bathe the path in warm light as you take the first few steps in. You’re still confused until you see something flutter by you. Soft lights hidden within the plants turn on and it’s when you realize where you’re at. The new butterfly exhibit. A smile immediately appears on your face, this exhibit isn’t set to open for another few weeks but already you can see that it will definitely be popular. Dozens of butterflies glide along around you as Bucky puts a hand around your waist and guides you further in until you reach the center of the room. There is a table, a picnic basket, a speaker as well as the camera Sam had given you. That was most definitely Jules doing. Strings of fairy lights are the only source of light but they’re bright enough to let you see all types of butterflies fluttering around.

“Bucky,” you say softly, you look up at him to find him already watching you. “This is beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now, may I have this dance?” He stretches his hand out to you and you take it. Bucky takes his phone out of his pocket with his other hand and connects it to the speaker but when he tries to play a song it won’t play. You chuckle as you grab the phone from him and check to make sure it’s connected properly.

A song starts playing through the speaker and you hand him the phone back.

“I hope you don’t mind but I changed the song.” You say as the music plays. “I always think of you when I hear it.”

Bucky takes you in his arms with a smile and sways as the music fills the otherwise quiet area. It was a song that you’d heard a while back and the first time you heard it after they made their intentions of courting you clear, you had associated it with him. The song was short but Bucky let it play again. When it ended the second time he pulled back slightly just to look down at you.

His eyes were full of adoration and hope, and his lips connected with yours. The kiss is everything he is. Sweet and gentle but somehow there was still a slight urgency to consume you completely. To mark you as his, and you let him. When Bucky finally pulls back, due to the need of oxygen, you notice his lips were tinted slightly red with your lipstick and he cheeks with a slight blush. His smile was blinding and you couldn’t help but smile back.

As a new song began to play, Bucky led you in an actual dance. It felt good being able to hold you. Bucky knew he could never be the same man he was in the 40s but that didn’t mean he had to forget him completely either. Falling in love with Steve and Sam was different, he knew that. He could be rough if he needed to because it’s who he was now. But with you he could let the walls come down, he could be vulnerable and caring. He could let the alpha from the 40s shine because you needed soft and gentle and he realized he could give you that because you gave it to him. In that moment you both knew there was no going back and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Ch. 8

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Ninth day of Christmas: Bucky x Blossom

For the 9th day of Christmas you had gotten a Bluetooth speaker for Bucky. The one he uses now doesn’t charge very well and sometimes it just dies because it didn’t charge. You know he likes to listen to his phone while he does woodworking so you’re confident you’ve got this gift in the bag.

When you take the gift to his workshop and when you walk in he stops working.

“Hey Darlin’ what time is it?”

“Almost three. I’m going to go see Fawn, Becca and Punkie to make some cookies in like a half hour.”

“You wanna do gift exchange early then?” He asks noting the bag in your hand.

“If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay Darlin’. Let me go get yours real quick.” He offers you a hand as he walks past you and you take it with a small smile. Bucky leads you upstairs and into your bedroom where he goes to his dresser. He pulls an envelope out of the drawer and passes it to you.

“Go ahead and open it.” He says, with a little smile. You open the envelope and find a receipt for a dance class.

You have to read it twice before you realize it’s a couples dance class.

“Bucky! Are you serious?”

“Yea. Sound like fun?”

“Like so much fun!” You tell him pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now open yours.” You tell him and he opens the bag pulling out the new speaker.

“Oh, Darlin’ this is perfect.” He says, “should we practice for our dance class?” Bucky flirts and your heart skips a beat. You know he can tell that you like the idea because he laughs softly then loops an arm around your waist and pulls you gently to him. He takes your other hand and starts to sway, you can’t help but follow his lead.

“You forgot the music Buck.” You tease him and he hums softly.

“You’re right, but I know you have to go so I didn’t wanna waste time settin’ up some music.” You rest your head and sway with him for another couple of minutes. Then Bucky sighs softly and kisses the side of your forehead.

“Want me to walk ya over?” You have a feeling he doesn’t want to let you go quite yet.

“Bucky is your rut starting?”

“Yea.”

“I won’t go then Alpha. The girls will understand.”

“You felt so excited though.”

“I am but you always come first.” You haven’t moved from his hold and when Bucky tucks his face into the crook of your neck and breathes deeply you know you need to call it. “I’m going to stay.”

“Omega.” He rumbles a low warning.

“Alpha don’t. I won’t pick anything over you so don’t ask me to or we’re going to get into an argument.” You text Fawn just one word, rut, and then put your phone in your pocket. “Now that we have some time why don’t we get your new speaker connected?”

“You’re too good to me Omega.”

“No, we’re perfect for one another.” You tell him and he hums again before kissing you softly.

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whodidthisandforwhatpurpose · 2 years

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SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE THIS FIC IDEA I HAD:

So it’s Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader. Bucky and reader are bonded. Bucky goes on a mission with Omega!Nat and Bucky gets pumped full of something that makes him go into an extreme rut and he will die if he doesn’t knot an omega. Nat is in with him. Cue Nat helping Bucky. They eventually come home and tell reader what happened. Reader is understanding but still feels a type of way about it. They then find out Nat is pregnant and then it’s just a bunch of feelings and Bucky trying to reassure the reader while also trying to be a dad and it’s just ✨angst✨. Or!! You could cut out Nat getting pregnant and it’s just all the feelings reader is dealing with from Bucky fucking Nat. And both of them trying to reassure her.

Bucky and Nat would be platonic, btw. 😊

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winterarmyy · 9 months

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And You're Mine

How grumpy chubby alpha!bucky finally found his omega

Summary: In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Note: Read the prequel here 《 Must Be Fate 》

Words: 4.7k++

Pairing: chubby alpha!bucky x omega!female!reader

Warnings: implied 18+ content, implied smut, a/b/o dynamics, self-deprication, body shaming, tiny bit of angst, fluffiness, bucky has a size kink (if you squint), horny-ass bucky has lots of dirty thoughts, vivian being a digusting bitch, protective y/n, even more protective bucky and overall wholesome.

P/S: Ahhhhhhhhh!!! My first omega-verse fic; i have no clue what I'm doing. This is mostly self-indulgent but if you come across this and somehow interested to read it then I hope you enjoy!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

"Are you fucking with me right now?" Bucky momentarily shuts his eyes, slightly titled his chin upwards, as if that'll help the boiling blood within his nerves to cool down.

Steve had expected that his best friend would be a little bit annoyed with his decision to trick him into agreeing to this suprise date but he didn't expect him to get this pissed, "Come on now, Buck. I promise you're gonna love this one."

"You said the same shit everytime!" Bucky almost roared in the middle of the crowded carnival, but he held back with a muted growl.

Ever since he lost his left arm on a rescue mission during his time in the Special Forces Unit, the society had deemed him to be "lesser than" despite the alpha title he was born into.

You would've thought that serving your country for about 6 years of your early 20's would be enough of a reason to make up for the so called "lacking", but no.

Apparently, his heroic contributions, his Sargent rank, and his literal blood, sweat and tears meant nothing when he returned home as an amputee.

Even if he came back with the medal of honor, pinned on the fabric of his uniform, right on his prideful chest; they didn't care. A defected alpha is as good as dead, especially in this modern, competitive society where its a lot more difficult to find a mate.

At first Bucky was optimistic, he didn't let them get to him.

He believed that his mate is out there somewhere, waiting for him, as he is for her.

After Stark Technologies offered him to join their research for under the Prosthetics and Orthotics Division, Bucky was lucky to fully revived his left arm in a form a vibranium prosthetic.

Even then, as time passed, the venomous whispers eventually managed to seep through; like any other poison, it is lethal to his mind.

And Bucky stopped trying to be an alpha. His pride was maimed and he let himself wallow in self hatred; letting his insecurity consume him. Eventually quite literally ate his pain away.

They said that he was rubbing salt to his own wound as now he was not just an amputated alpha, he is also a fat one at that.

With his alpha reputation being at its worst, his chances of finding a mate also went down hill.

"This one's gonna be different. Trust me." Steve claimed.

Bucky doesn't know why Steve seemed really convinced. But he wasn't having any of that, he rolled his eyes into a glare, "And how's that?"

Steve's blue eyes sparked as optimism lit on his face, "Well, first of all, she's one of Peggy's closest friends and.."

"Oh great, now you involve your omega into this." Bucky let out an unfiltered scoff before sarcastically exclaimed, "Just fantastic."

Steve growled at the mention of his mate, "Watch it, Bucky." He warned.

Bucky's drilling glare remained the same as Steve's alpha challenged his.

It's not that Bucky is against the idea of Peggy or any other omega helping him in any way. But, Steve had been annoyingly persistent with these set ups and he was sick of it. Perhaps he was a bit petty bringing Peggy into the conversation but he really was just tired of this.

Steve's scowl gradually soften before he continued his reasons, "...And, your date is actually the one requesting for a set up with you."

And that definitely caught Bucky's attention. Steve could see it, especially when Bucky's ears perked up a little and his ever-lasting frown loosen at the tiniest amount.

Steve smirked triumphantly, "Specifically you."

For moment, there was a hesitation on Bucky's side; and there were only the chaotic atmosphere around them. From the screaming of the riders on the roller coater to the giggles of children at the nearby courasell.

Steve really thought he managed to lure Bucky but he was caught by surprise when Bucky replied, "You'd think I'd fall for that crappy excuse of a lie? No. I'm leaving." Bucky turned on his heels.

"I'm not lying." Steve stopped him as he held on his arm, "Hey, you're gonna break her heart."

"Break her heart? How about mine? Just how many more heart breaks do I have to endure? How much more disappointment do I have to go through?"

Bucky gathered his palms into fists as he recalled all the mean, insulting words his past lovers had thrown at him and all those time he wasted on waiting for his dates to show up.

Just before Bucky planning to lash out, a voice interupted his thoughts "Hey, sorry for being late." Peggy came just in time.

Though it was just her; no sign of his so called date around.

An unexpected sting spreads within Bucky's chest. Of course she would stood him up too. Why was he surprised?

Steve pulled his omega into a tight hug, "Hey, baby. Where's y/n?" He asked.

"She's went to the bathroom." Peggy replied before taking a peep towards Bucky, "She got really nervous when she saw you. She might take some time to calm down. She thought its better if you know." Peggy explained.

On one side, Bucky can feel that sliver of hope creeping in. He look down to where he was supposed to see his feet, but unable to see them as now they're blocked by the round of his soft tummy. That's when the dark thoughts clouded his mind.

Was she just feeling nervous or was she regretting her decision?

After a short back and forth explanation, Peggy swept Steve away and had left Bucky on his own. She claimed that the line to the haunted house will double if they wait any longer. But, Bucky knew that they just wanted to leave him and his date alone.

Like every other date before, Bucky was emotions was all over the place; nervous, scared, intrigued, excited but what's different tonight was he also felt angry and annoyed. Which was not a good thing to feel on a date.

So he went to a Whac-A-Mole machine near the spot where he was supposed to wait for his date. He had to hit something. He just had to. He need to let his anger out one way or another.

His gloved hand gripped tightly on the wooden handle as he waited for the next round. Smack after smack, next was harsher than before, he did felt better. But even if the fire was out, the ashes were still burning.

As he was fixated on whacking the shit out of the moles, a particular scent invaded his nostrils. A sweet-smelling scent; something between a mix of cotton candy and butterscotch-caramel nuances.

It should be normal to smell this at a place such as a carnival; but the food stalls were all the way on the other end of the venue and this scent was too strong, too potent, to be that far away from him.

Bucky just had to stop as he relished the pleasant smell; it was truly a sweet and warm gourmand scent that ushered him in and out between nostalgic memories and pure raging lust.

That was when he heard a voice coming from his back, "You must've been really bored waiting that you started without me." She sounded amused when she let out a quiet laugh.

Even before Bucky had the chance to turn around he knew he was fucked; she just had to have the most captivating scent he had ever smell, and the most beautiful-sounded laughter he had ever heard.

What a foul torment to do to an alpha.

When Bucky turned around, he would've missed her if he wasn't paying enough attention on the lower area of his view.

And there she stood, in all her glory of ethereal beauty; small and sweet-looking in an off-shoulder sundress that does nothing but tempt Bucky to leave his mark all over her exposed skin. A simple necklace adorned with a gleaming stone that shines much like her eyes. A shy smile that may have just triggered some dark thoughts in Bucky's mind on corrupting the poor little thing.

"James, right? I'm y/n." she introduced herself but when Bucky's gaze fell on her rosy lips, all he could think was how bad he wanted to bite and suck on them just see if it'll get redder than they already were.

He was too focused entertaining on his inner beast's thoughts that he just stood there in silence, frowning intensely at the sweet little omega in front of him.

Y/N took his unresponsiveness as a sign of anger, so quickly apologised for her tardiness, "Sorry for making you wait so long. When we..i mean I. When I saw you, the nerves started kicking in." At least she tried to, despite stuttering in the between her words.

Fuck, she's such a pretty doll but above all, Bucky just wanted to protect her from the world, provide for her with anything she deserves, treat her like an absolute queen, worship every inch of her being like his own personal goddess and jesus fuck these urges came in stronger than he ever experienced.

With the lights coming from behind, Bucky's face was in the shadows and Y/N misterinterpret his spell-bound, diluted eyes to something else.

Y/N's brows creased in hesitation as she wonders if Bucky was still mad, "Uhh... oh shit" then her eyes widen in a false realization, "Is the something on my face?" She frantically searched for her phone in her bag.

And fuck does that big doe eyes of hers just casually seduce Bucky to think of how she would look when she's taking his cock in her mouth. She'd be so fucking pretty.

She knew she should've used her phone's camera to re-apply her lipstick instead of the cracked mirror at the carnival's bathroom, "The mirror here is f--"

Yes, Bucky would want to breed her so good that she would always be full with his pups.

She's undeniably... "Perfect." Bucky finally spoke after what seemingly feels like forever.

His voice was laced with a hint of territorial grunt that Y/N was not able to catch what he said, "Hmm?" She titled her head to the side, eyes pleading for him to repeat.

It took Bucky all of his mental strength to hold back his alpha urges when he repeats, "You're perfect, doll. Just absolutely perfect." A cheshire smile decorated his handsome face.

Did he meant to say she look perfect? Well, yes but no. He clearly meant she was perfect, her whole being. But Y/N took it as the prior, "Thank you." She smiled sweetly as her cheeks warmed.

Bucky definitely noticed the slight indent of her left dimple. And he wondered how would it felt against his fingers. "Adorable." He thought as his smile grew wider.

Y/N had been waiting for this moment, to finally had a chance to have this man even for a day, especially considering she had the biggest crush on this stranger that helped her a year ago.

One time she might just had met her potential mate was that one time she had to be dosed with shit tons of scent blockers. And that might just be reason why Bucky may not remember her but that's fine. She had one more chance with him tonight.

After that encounter, his scent, his voice, his presence lingered in her mind longer than she anticipated. At least until the moment Peggy showed a photo her alpha that had Bucky in it.

She grew hopeful and had been pestering her to set up somehow set up date with him.

When the time finally comes, she couldn't help but to fell into panic, "Did I introduce myself? I'm y/n" she completely forgot that she already did that.

Bucky let out the most adorable laugh before he reminded her, "You very well did, sugar." His hand move so naturally to tuck the strand of her hair behind her ear as she fell into utter embrassement.

"I'm Bucky." He finally introduced himself.

"Bucky?" Y/N outwardly questioned. She thought his name was James, as Peggy said it was.

He hummed softly as he nodded, "The name's James Bucky Barnes." He explained. "Just call me Bucky, yeah sugar?" He duck his head to peek on her redden face, "...cause I can't guarantee my behaviour around you if you keep calling me James." He quirked his eyebrow as his teasing grin spreads.

Oh, he was definitely and unashamedly insinuated something quite unholy there.

Bucky straighten on his back as he offered his arms, "Shall we, then? I would love to know more about you, sweet 'mega."

No matter how infatuated Bucky was with this lovely little omega clinging to his arm; a part of him was also on a defensive mode.

His insecurities gets the best of him when he believe that all of this was just an act, a cruel prank that fate has set up for him or maybe he was just having a ridiculous dream, knowing how pitiful his reality was.

Despite his gentle smile and longing gaze that's lingering on Y/N who was having the best time of her life as her bright eyes sparked at the vibrant and colorful firework show, deep down, he couldn't help to think that sooner or later, all of this will end like it always does.

Another heart break he needed to endure.

But, she was truly an angel. She was everything he could ever hoped for, everything that he could ever long for.

He can't belive that she would spend even a second of her time with a defected, fat, angry looking alpha such as himself.

Maybe this won't be just another heart break.

Maybe this would be the cause for him to actually break beyond repairable.

And she would be the catalyst.

"Thank you for today, Bucky. I truly enjoy my time with you." She confessed with a sincere appreciation and admiration towards him. She shyly broke their eye contact as her finger fiddled with soft fur of the teddy bear that Bucky won for her.

It reminds her of him so much that she insisted that he need to win it for her.

So he did.

His alpha couldn't help to puff with pride. "Omega's happy because of us." But his lips remain shut with a loving smile curved on it.

The dimple on her cheek appeared again and this time he didn't stop his hand from reaching out. Though they were gloved, he still let himself feeling the pleasure of grazing his fingers along her cheek, through her dimple and stopped underneath her chin.

Bucky pulled her closer as he dipped down to her level. Warmth sparked in Y/N's chest, as if the fireworks show magically transferred within her instead, "Buck--"

"Bucky?" A women's voice interupted their moment. "Bucky is that you?" She called again and her familiarity had caught both Y/N and Bucky's attention.

"Oh my god! It is you!" her ecstatic tone might have fool Y/N for a second there.

Maybe she's a close friend of Bucky, but when she saw the colors from his face drained quite drastically, she might need to hold on to that thought.

"Vivian." Bucky's tone changed into something Y/N couldn't put her finger on. Sorrow? Anger? Regret? She wasn't sure but it was not a positive response.

The claimed omega sauntered closer and peered towards Y/N with a glint of judgment in her eyes, "And I see you managed to trick another one, huh?"

That triggered a scarring spot within Bucky.

He could still remember the way she accused him of luring and tricking omega to be with him. Apparently, she couldn't stand being him during intimate time especially during his ruts.

And one particular moment when his rut was at its peak and she couldn't stop herself to turn into an unforgiving monster.

"I can't believe I fell for your charms. Then now I need to deal with this." Vivian looked away, unable to look at her boyfriend, hot and bothered, bare and in pain.

Bucky pants and groan as Vivian continued to insult him from the corner of him room, "Look at you, Bucky! You look fucking pathetic!" She yelled as she angrily pointed her hands towards him.

He turn to his side facing her, and curled his body to manage the raging pain of wanting to stick his cock into something. Vivian was to busy ranting that she couldn't see the fire in Bucky's grilling frown.

"You can't expect me to touch you now especially with your big fucking belly spilling out like that. God, you're sweating like damn dog and you fucking reek!" Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled in disgust before she continued, "And don't get me started with that wretched arm of yours."

That's it. Bucky was not having any of it anymore. He was seconds away from slamming Vivian's face to the wall as his primal alpha needs to aggress were also heighten in his rut.

"Then, get the fuck out of my house, you useless annoying bitch." Bucky growled through his pain.

Vivian was not able to catch a breath as her mouth hang open in shock. Bucky never been that harsh with her but honestly it was about time he did.

"Don't even think of coming back." He warned as she closed the doors behind her.

Unknowingly leaving Bucky's heart bruised and battered.

That was almost a year ago. Bucky gave her the benefit of a doubt as he thought maybe she would change once she find her the love life but apparently she is as vicious as ever.

The tall blonde continue to linger as she asked, "Did you know? About that arm of his?"

Y/N didn't know what she was talking about but she didn't want to entertain this woman, especially when Bucky was clearly uncomfortable with her presence.

Though her silence only lead Vivian to speculate, "Aww, you poor thing, you don't know, do you?" Her mockery was getting worst, "It's fake, honey. He lost his arm many years ago." She flicked Bucky's left arm with long bird-like nails; or claws, that seemed more accurate.

Bucky caught the way Y/N's eyes briefly glanced at his covered arms then his gloved hand. What was she thinking then? Does she think that he was defected? That he is a damaged goods?

He couldn't help to let his mind wonder to the worst case scenarios and to make the unpleasant situation even worse Vivian slightly tugged Bucky's jacket to the side.

Revealing his round and plushy belly, "And fuck did you get bigger?" She sneered as the ruthless insult continue to spill.

"Shut up." Y/N's broken silence caught them off guard.

Vivian scoffed, "What?"

Y/N piercing gaze landed on Vivian's hand still tugging Bucky's jacket. She harshly grabbed her on the wrist, didn't care whether if her nails would dug into the woman's skin.

"I said..." The air felt heavier, only for Y/N to shove more force to it when her voice dropped a few octaves down, "Shut the fuck up before I tear your throat apart."

How dare she insult her alpha, especially when Y/N was right there with him.

"Are sure you want to do that?" Vivian's alpha suddenly stepped in. Even though he clearly was not interested in the matter a few seconds ago.

Y/N took a step forward, "Try me." She dared him.

"I might as well fuck your balls up while I'm at that, huh? Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about subduing your insolent omega."

Oh, she meant what she said; its especially clear when the growling started to peak a presence through her voice.

The taller was bright red, with embrassment and anger, "You're talking to an alpha. Know your place 'mega!" He forced his alpha command on her.

She fought back as much as she could but of course she was forced to submit. When the alpha tried to reach for her, that's when Bucky blocked his way.

Bucky's demeanour completely changed into something different. His meek presence vanished and now turned into a pure and primal rage. Good thing was he contained it quite well so he won't cause a scene but his gaze degrades the one before him.

Though the alpha was slightly taller but Bucky was certainly bigger and being a veteran, of course he'd be stronger. One wrong move, he might get a chance to meet the grim reaper sooner than he'd expect.

It felt as if Bucky was towering over the alpha, as he challenged him to come a step further, "Touch her and you're dead." Bucky let out a deep, murderous growl as he threatened.

The alpha was about to protest but was forced into a frozen state as he look into Bucky's sapphire eyes; there was something ominous about it, something dark and dangerous.

Being overwhelmed by Bucky's strong scent of rage, Vivian quickly pulled her alpha away, "Let's just go... They're not worth it." She coaxed, and the alpha agreed.

Before they leave, she managed to slip a last comment, as she wishes luck to Bucky, "Goodluck keeping this one." She thought she was being sleek when she whispered so quietly but Y/N heard that just fine.

When Y/N snapped out of the alpha command, she grunted, "I'm gonna kill her." What a menancing look in those coffee-stained eyes of hers.

Bucky only softened to her threatening aggressions, "No, you're not " he rubbed his hand to the sides of her arms, trying to calm her down.

Which failed miserably when she replied, "Watch me." She spun around, eyes searching in the crowd, trying to spot a glimpse of the rude couple.

"Hey hey, omega." Bucky quickly catch her before she could walk further, pulling her back to his chest, both of his arms securing her waist, "Calm down. Shhh shhh." Bucky let out a calming rumble from within his chest, coaxing her softly, "Killing is not necessary, sugar."

Despite her tensed body were starting to relax, her mind certainly wasn't, "And why the hell not?" Her small hands gripped onto the fabric of Bucky's jacket on his arms.

"No one deserved to be treated like that." She whispered softly as Bucky continued to kiss the top of her head, mumbling quiet 'I know, doll. I know'

"You don't deserve to be treated like that, Bucky." Her voice shivered despite her efforts to conceal them.

Bucky loosen his grip and turned her to face him. His loving gaze took in every single one of Y/N's sweet features; from her teary eyes to her redden nose and pouty lips.

He wanted to kiss each of them, in hopes of making her feel better. But he doesn't want to take any chances as he had already made a bold move to hug her from behind and kiss her head prior.

Bucky looked down at his dark midnight glove, and Y/N took his lead. Before she could say anything, Bucky started pulling each one off. Revealing his calloused right hand and a shiny black and gold prosthetic on the other.

He can't see her reaction to his vibranium arm, but he imagined the worst. He took in a shaky breath before he spoke, "Alpha is supposed to be perfect. They supposed to be capable. So that they can provide and protect their omega."

He paused as Y/N wrapped took both of his hand in hers but then continued regardless, "And I am far from being perfect or ideal. I lost a limb and gained pounds in return. I can't hide that fact."

"But I swear to god y/n, I never intent on tricking you or using you, in any way." In the end, Vivian's gaslighting effect of Bucky was still stronger as ever.

Why couldn't he see that there was nothing less about him.

"It's pretty." Y/N titled his left hand back and forth, watching the glow on the gold lines reflect the lights of the carnival; each move create random sparkling dots on its smooth surface, it looks like stars.

Bucky didn't understand at first until she looked up at him, with eyes gleaming with mixture of intrigued and infatuation, "It's so pretty, and Bucky..." She reached her hand to his face, gently rubbing her thumb on his stubble jaw, "You're beautiful. All of you." She confessed.

She carefully pulled her hand away from his cheek, and grabbed his left hand with both of hers, allowing it draw near to her lips before she placed a loving kiss on it, "This arm," Then her hands caressed the softness of his tummy, "this body," before they stopped at his chest where his beating heart resides, "this heart. Every single part of you is beyond beauty itself."

Bucky frowned as he find it hard to believe and Y/N knew that, "I mean it, Bucky."

A short chuckle left her lips as a thought run through her mind, "God, you'd be running scared, if you know half of the things I would love to do to you."

Bucky bit back a smile as he let his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Y/N continued as she held onto his hands, "But, above all Bucky, you are the sweetest man I've met." There was nothing more sincere than her words, "Yeah I know we just met and what not, but if I can see that just in one night, imagine if I get to know more of you tomorrow or the next day and next week?"

Her grip on him grew stronger as she reminded him, "Don't let an impudent omega or anyone even, convice you otherwise."

"Because Bucky, you are as lovable as a person can be." She placed his palm on either side of her cheeks, purring as the sensation on skin felt so right, "And I am absolutely honoured and proud to be standing here with an alpha like you." She smiled like she was the happiest omega on earth.

And Bucky could not control the overwhelming joy within his thundering chest as it bursts with endless fluttering butterflies. He had never felt such comfort, such reassurance in his life, especially after returning home from the army.

Flickers igniting as he leaned in closer and closer until their lips touched, tentively for the first time. The smell of her cotton candy and caramel, so sweet and so soft, it was almost dizzying, but he was more than thrilled to let it consume him.

Y/N briefly parted her lips to let him in and leaned into the kiss, wanting more of the delicious sensation of his lips, his tongue on hers. Bucky wanted nothing more than devour her, memorizing of every single moan that fell into his mouth.

It felt so right; it was exactly was his soul had been yearning for and more.

Breaking the kiss was the reminder to both of them they need air to breath, and Bucky rested his forehead on hers as he took in everything that just happened.

While Y/N found herself completely drunk to the feeling of love within her body and soul, she whispered dearly as she scatters most tender kisses all over Bucky's face, "You're so pretty. So perfect. So... mine."

And that caught Bucky in another spiral of confusion; she could see it in face especially with his sapphire eyes being as wide as they were.

She giggled amusingly before she proposed, "Will you be mine, James Bucky Barnes?"

God, he was supposed to be the alpha here. But what can he say, his omega is quite a special one.

He breathed a relief sigh, "Yes." Leaned in for a quick taste of her lips before asking his a question of his own, "And you're mine?"

Her nose crunched as she booped its tip on his, "Always." She replied. Bucky could feel her smile against his lips and so does she.

Unbeknownst to the happy couple, a few feet away from them was Peggy who was busy clicking her camera away, trying to get the best shot she could out of the couple while Steve was trying hard to hold back his proud sniffles as he stood guard near his omega.

End.

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buckyalpine · 6 months

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Alpha quarterback Bucky x Omega cheerleader reader

I need alpha Quarterback Bucky with a cute little cheer leader omega. I'm so feral today, sorry but also send help. Because he is an absolute fuck boy but your his favorite little rut toy.

“Alpha” you squeak as he takes your hand and presses it against his thick bulge, finding you in the locker rooms after a game.

“C’mere pretty mega” he practically purrs against your neck, catching you by surprise. He picks you up with ease, setting you onto the counter while his sinful hands start to kneed at your hips, pulling your tiny skirt up, tearing off your cotton panties. You whimper with need, the scent of your arousal nearly making him drool. He shamelessly pulls his cock out, pumping it, flicking his cock head against your swollen clit making you whine, smearing his arousal over your sensitive nub. “Gonna help your alpha, baby?”

It's a game you both play. After all, he wasn't really your alpha. He hadn't marked you. You weren't his. But that doesn't matter right now. Not when his leaky cock is begging for relief.

You nod, gasping when he pulls you off the counter, bending you over, his tip rubbing up and down before sliding in with one thrust, his head thrown back when he start to build up a steady pace, slamming your hips to meet his.

"A-Alpha!" You cry out, grasping the edge of the counter, his cock deep in your pussy, his unforgiving thrusts speeding up. "Oh god, please!"

He watches your face twists in the mirror reflection, his cute little cheer leader who screams his name both on the field and with his cock deep in her, no one suspecting the innocent omega to be so cockdrunk over the college football player.

“That’s it, good little mega, so fuckin good” He groans, his thighs tensing as his knott begins to swell, panting and grunting, his dick almost hurting with how hard he was for you. No one made him more animalistic than you, your sweet scent making him leak into your pyssy. "Gonna give you my knot, you want that 'mega?"

Your sweet neck is so tempting to him and he wants to sink his teeth in, marking and claiming you. He nudges his nose against your juncture, nipping softly making you whine, craning your neck to give him more access, your desperation making it harder for him to resist.

"Don't tempt me 'mega" He warns, biting softly, his hand coming to wrap around your throat.

"P-Please! Fuck, yes, please, gimmie your knot alpha-want-want it!" You stutter out, eyes rolling back as he growls, fucking you harder, his hand coming around to toy with your clit, rubbing it with his calloused fingers.

"Greedy little 'mega" He moans, struggling to hold back any longer, his cock bursting with cum when he feels you clench around him, "Oh fuck m'cumming, take it babydoll, take my cum"

He pants against your neck, staying buried deep in your pussy while his cock softens, the mess he made inside you slowly seeping out.

“Hmm” a low growl emits from his chest, watching his seed drip between your soft thighs, milky cream sticky and thick. “Can’t wait till the day get to fill you up with pups, mama”

He shoves two thick fingers back into your sensitive pussy making you cry out, his pink lips hushing you with a deep kiss before pulling away and giving your ass a spank. He leaves you panting and messy, fucking your brains out like he owns you, leaving for practice seconds later.

Of course, he thinks he’s just using you. He thinks this is just a game to play. He smirks when he sees you in your uniform again, giving him a shy smile as you approach him after a game. He loves that he has you at his beck and call whenever he wants, your little omega pussy all jus for him.

That is until he smells the scent of another alpha near by and he nearly bares all his teeth, shoving you behind him so your out of sight, protected behind his large form. He knows Walker has had his eye on you every time they visit the campus, the blonde rival happy to try and make a move on the sweet cheer leader with no alpha.

"What's wrong Barnes, scared of a little competition" Walker taunts and Bucky nearly pounces on him, his hands still balled into fists, holding back when he feels your hand grab his wrist.

"Alpha lets go" you whisper and his protective side immediately comes out, seeing you distressed worried face.

"Since when was he your alpha, hmm, 'mega?" Walker smirked making you whimper from embarrassment, immediately letting go of Bucky's wrist.

He wasn't wrong.

Bucky felt a different surge of anger flow through his veins while Steve stepped in between the two men before things got ugly. Bucky shoved Walker out of the way, scooping you into his arms and straight to his place, unable to bear the thought of another man trying to touch what's his, hating the way your face had fallen after what he'd said to you.

You were his Omega.

He was your alpha.

As soon as he gets you in his room, he throws you on his bed, tearing your clothes off without a care in the world. His natural woodsy scent of pine and leather make you wet, your pussy aching, feeling so empty while he tosses his own clothes aside. There's no time to prep when he man handles you onto all fours, spanking your ass when you arch your back, presenting for him, his thick cock humping your folds.

"Whose your Alpha" He demands, dragging his tip up and down at a torturous pace, spanking you again when you wiggle your hips. "Say it!"

"You James, Alpha please, need-need yo-OH GOD YESS" Your words slut into screams of pleasure as he slams into you and fucks you hard and fast, his swollen balls hitting your clit with each stroke.

"That's right. You're mine. My fuckin' omega, m'you're alpha, you hear me?" He forces his cock as deep as it would go, as if trying to claim every bit of your body from the inside and out.

"Mine. Mine. Mine" Bucky growls, slamming into you with unrelenting thrusts, shaking away the disgusting thought of another man trying to have you, his girl, how dare anyone else trying to lay their hands on you. He stars at your sweet unmarked neck, drooling at the touched skin. He wanted nothing more than to show everyone exactly who you belonged to.

"Wanna make you mine forever 'mega" he warns, holding back from sinking his teeth in, nearly whining with his eyes shut. "Wanna mark you, let me mark you up sweet girl, show everyone who you belong to"

"Mark me Bucky" You cry out, his hands coming on top of yours, fingers lacing together as he continues to rut into you.

"Gonna mark you up and fill you till your swollen n'round. Wanna get you nice n'heavy till those little uniforms don't fit n'all you can wear are my clothes, let everyone know who you belong to" He growls, his cock starting to swell like never before, the feeling almost painful.

"Please alpha, please-wan' it-need it!" You beg, gasping at the feeling of his base growing, his moas filling the room. He licks and nips at your neck, whining when you clench around his cock, moving and giving him more access to your skin.

"Mine" He grits before sinking his teeth in, pleasure and pain filling you, a different kind of relief flooding your senses as his knot pops, the both of you collapsing in his bed, his cock still deep inside you. He holds you tightly in his thick arms, soothing you with soft caresses along your sensitive skin.

"You're mine omega" He pants, kissing your mark, cradling your fucked out form to his chest, "All mine"

My bad.

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 2 months

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My Alpha

This is kind of a long one shot (5619 words!), but I thought I'd try my hand at the ABO!/Omegaverse. Hope you like it!

Being an omega wasn’t always a bad thing. At least that’s what she told herself repeatedly as she religiously took hormone blocking birth control pills and wore scent blockers on the daily. Y/N hadn’t had a heat in years and wasn’t planning on letting up any time soon. She had started working as a personal assistant for the Avengers under Tony Stark years before, going through the Sokovia Accords debacle, surviving the Blip, losing Natasha, Tony, Steve, T'Challa, and all the other strange and traumatic things that happened during her tenure. She had denied her biology to get this job, not wanting it to affect her performance or be a target while being surrounded by literal super Alphas in this field. And as hard as the job was, she loved it.

One of the greatest highlights was gaining Bucky Barnes as a friend. While other Alphas she had come across were domineering, he was compassionate and kind. He very rarely lost his composure like others did during high pressure situations in missions, and never fought over who was in charge. He was incredibly careful to make sure everyone around him felt comfortable in his presence. After finally shaking the Winter Soldier programming he didn’t want to ever lose control of himself again, and with the super soldier serum messing with his hormones to the extent that he was nearly feral during ruts, he would isolate himself away to keep her and others safe.

Y/N felt like she could talk to him about anything, and he felt the same. She was his sanctuary after rough missions, one of the few people that could break him out of a deep depressive state or the nightmares that still plagued him. He knew she was an Omega but could barely smell her because of her blockers, which he both loved and hated. Loved because it made it so they could be friends without the weird biological dynamics getting in the way, and hated because he was super curious about what her scent was. They had fallen for each other long ago, but were both too afraid to do anything about it.

As they both relaxed during a rare weekend off they got on the topic of Omega versus Alpha traits. “I get it, Alphas can be rough, but don’t you want to mate someday? Find someone special to settle down with? Maybe have a family?”

She sighed. “Of course I do, Buck.”

“Then what are you afraid of?” he asked gently.

“Not having a clear choice,” she answered simply, giving him a sharp look. “I don’t want my biology to decide my fate. So many Omegas get stuck being mated with bad Alphas because their heats were uncontrollable and the Alpha wouldn’t take no for an answer. I know that I’m predestined to be a nurturer. Hell, that’s what my job is now, taking care of all of you guys! But I should get to choose who I end up with based on love, not by body’s reactions.” Bucky nodded in understanding, looking down at his intertwined hands. “Do you want to settle down someday?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I just don’t know how it would work out. This job…my past. It all points towards disaster at any given time.”

She slid over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders awkwardly as she sat next to him. “You deserve a happy ever after, Bucky.”

“You do, too, you know,” he reminded her, resting his head on top of hers.

“Mmh, maybe someday,” she said wistfully as she undid her embrace and leaned back against the couch.

“So, anyways,” he cleared his throat. “Is it true that Omegas have a better sense of smell than Alphas or Betas? Like you can pick up on others’ scents and identify them really well?”

She laughed. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Really? Okay, what does…” he scanned the room as other Avengers milled in and out. “Peter. What does Spidey smell like?” He tested her, watching her expectantly.

She took a look at Peter across the room, her nose slightly flaring as she took in a whiff from his direction. “He always smells like fresh bagels to me. You know the smell of just-baked bread? Kinda like that. Mixed with a little bit of hazelnut.”

Bucky looked at her in awe. “Yeah I kinda get that off of him. Alphas can smell and track scents but not to that level.”

“Hm, that’s interesting,” she said as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Now how about Sam?” he asked excitedly, hoping it would be something not so pleasant he could tease him about.

“Ha, Sam is Cajun seasoning with a sweet lemony undertone. Like really well done seafood,” she answered quickly with a smile on her face, knowing Bucky would be disappointed in that answer.

Bucky frowned as he thought about who to ask of next. “Okay, how about…Steve?” He knew it was a long shot. Steve had been gone for a few years now, so she probably wouldn’t remember. But she gave him a soft smile.

“Steve was smoky, like fireworks. A summer night that ends with warm apple crisp and melting vanilla ice cream on top,” she said as she stared out the window, a dazed look in her eyes as she remembered him.

“Wow…” Bucky whispered. “I always got the fireworks, and something like a picnic. But now that you say it, yeah, apple with vanilla.”

“Yep, he was truly all American,” she winked at him.

He laughed as he turned towards her on the couch. “How about, um…me?”

She gazed at him, her expression softening as her nose flared again and she huffed out the breath she’d taken. “Smoky, like Steve, but different.”

“Like gunpowder?” he asked suddenly, his eyes searching hers. He had been told that before and was hoping they were wrong.

“No, not gunpowder. More like…” she sniffed again but frowned. “Do you mind if I…?” she gestured her finger from herself to him.

“Yeah, go ahead,” he said, opening himself up for her to scoot closer to him. She leaned in towards his neck, the best place to scent someone, and breathed in a slow sniff of him. She closed her eyes.

“Campfire. A campfire on the beach. And the smell of the ocean after it rains,” she said resolutely, opening her eyes to look at him. Their faces were close as he stared at her. “But no, not gunpowder,” she reassured him.

“That’s good,” he breathed, his eyes shifting from her eyes down to her lips and back.

Her eyes suddenly widened, her brow furrowing and she pulled herself away quickly. “I, um…I need to go…excuse me,” she said hurriedly before she jumped off the couch and power-walked down the hall towards her room.

“Wait, Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky stood from the couch as he watched her leave.

“Yeah! I’ll talk to you later!” she yelled back without looking, her voice sounded strained.

“What the hell?” he asked himself quietly, looking around him like something had jumped out and spooked her.

Once she was out of sight she ran to her room and had Friday bolt the door. She doubled over in pain and clutched her stomach. “No way,” she moaned as she reached for her phone and called for help.

“Hey you, how are ya?” Bruce asked when he answered the call.

“Bruce,” her voice was pained as she held in another moan. “I need help, something’s wrong.”

“What? What’s going on?” he sounded worried, the rustling of papers and beeping from a screen by him going off.

“It feels…like a heat? But that’s not possible, right? We made sure of it,” she grunted as another cramp shot through her abdomen, and just as suddenly as it all started, it suddenly stopped, leaving her gasping. “Wait, now it stopped? What the hell is happening?”

“Come down to the lab, right now. We’ll get you tested.”

She didn’t need to be told twice as she hung up and crept out of her room towards the elevator. She was able to get in and down to the lab a few floors away without being caught by Bucky or anybody else. She ran into the lab in a panic. Bruce was already setting up the medical bay in the back with everything needed to do a check-up, some vials next to the other instruments.

“Hey, let’s take some blood and see what’s going on,” he called out to her when he heard the doors slide open. She jogged to the bed and hopped up on it, taking off her cardigan so he could access the veins in her arm better. After a quick routine check up he took a few vials of her blood then stepped out towards all the equipment he had for medical and scientific tests.

He worked silently as she sat there deep in thought. It can’t be, she tried to reassure herself. I’ve been so careful. Not missed a single pill ever. This can’t be happening. After about an hour Bruce came back with a screen in his hand, his eyebrows hung low over his eyes and a frown on his face.

“Y/N, it’s…it’s not working anymore,” he said softly, his eyes sad and confused as he looked at her.

“What do you mean?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes widening.

“The hormone blockers, the pills…your body isn’t responding to them anymore. Your hormones are syncing back to normal Omega levels. Your heats are going to come back.”

“No, no no no no no…NO Bruce! I can’t. Please, there’s gotta be another pill to try, a shot, an implant, something? Anything, please?” she began to cry.

“I’m sorry Y/N. We already got you the best blockers that are available out there. If your body is weaning off of them it means your biology is taking over, probably because you’re getting older and it’s fighting back to have a chance at mating. I’m so sorry,” he showed her the hormone levels on a chart on the screen, pointing out the differences and then setting it down. “There’s nothing I can do. Nothing you can do but prepare yourself for it to start again. And your first one is probably going to be brutal after avoiding them for so long. You’ll need help–”

“NO! No, I can’t do this. I can’t ask some random Alpha for help. This isn’t fair!” she cried harder, hiding her face in her hands. Bruce patted her on the back, trying to help ease her pain by giving off a calming scent. He was also an Omega and knew how much this meant to her.

“It will be alright, Y/N. You have friends here who will help you without making it awkward between you and them, or won’t immediately try mating with you during your heat. They’re good Alphas. They won’t hurt you or take advantage of you,” he promised.

She tried to calm the loud beating of her heart that was wringing in her ears, a panic attack trying to settle deep in her bones that she was fighting back. “How long do I have until it comes?” she sighed as she sniffled.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. With it being so long since you last had one it could be next week or it could be in a couple of months,” he answered gravely.

“Ugh, great,” she laughed as she wiped her tears away. “No choice, whatsoever. My body ultimately got to decide for me after all. Wonderful,” she spat as she jumped down off the bed. “Thank you, Bruce, for testing. I just…I need to go sleep this off, I don’t know,” she said, giving him a quick hug and then leaving the lab.

She took the elevator back up to her floor, her eyes stinging from the hot tears still slowly falling down. Her heat was coming back, and with a vengeance. She would need help. Who would she ask? Any of the unmated superhero Alphas would probably say yes, though she knew she only wanted one. But how could she ask this of him? And if he did help, how could she go on with their friendship as if nothing had happened between them afterwards?

The elevator opened and she trudged into the common room. The floor was already dark as twilight set in and everyone had split off to their rooms. She slipped into the kitchen since she missed dinner while down in the lab to grab something to eat, although she wasn’t particularly hungry. As she made herself a sandwich she turned to grab a knife then saw a figure in the corner at the dining table.

“Jesus! Fuck, Bucky you scared me,” she gasped, holding a hand over her heart.

“Sorry, honey,” he grunted as he sat watching her. “Why are you crying?”

She stiffened as she looked at him, trying to act nonchalant as she grabbed the knife and turned back to her sandwich. “I’m not, I’m just tired,” she waved him off, quickly cutting the sandwich and putting the ingredients and dishes away to escape.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. What’s wrong?” he stood, walking towards her. She reached for the refrigerator door to get a drink, which he quickly shut and stared her down. She wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“Come on Buck, I just need a drink,” she complained as she tried to open the door again, reaching for the handle. Bucky grabbed her wrist firmly and leaned in towards her.

“What’s wrong Y/N? You ran away earlier and now you smell…off,” he said, searching her eyes as his nose flared at the scent she was radiating. His frown deepened and his eyes looked worried. “Why are you afraid? Was it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“No! Oh no, Bucky, it’s not you,” she said, her eyes widening. “It’s me, it’s just…” her eyes welled up with tears again, spilling onto her cheeks as she sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s me,” she sobbed, leaning forward til her forehead rested against his chest.

“Oh honey,” Bucky sighed. He put his hands under her armpits and lifted her onto the counter so she was eye level with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder, crying harder as he enveloped her, his hands rubbing up and down her back as he whispered reassuring words to her. They sat holding each other for a while, Bucky letting her cry it out and Y/N relishing the comfort. As her cries died down and her grip loosened around his neck he pulled back.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please? You’re breaking an old man’s heart,” he pleaded, hating to see her hurting so much.

Y/N chuckled at him calling himself an old man as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. Bucky held her face in his hands and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. She let herself enjoy his touch before she sniffled and finally looked up at him.

“When I was talking to you earlier, I felt this weird pain,” she explained quietly. Bucky nodded, listening intently as he held her face still. “That’s why I ran out. I went to Bruce’s lab to test me because it felt like…like a heat,” she sniffled again, looking down at her lap. Bucky nodded again, his hands releasing her face and reaching for her hands to hold. “I haven’t had one in years.” This surprised him. He knew there were new ways of birth control for Omegas now, giving them a lot more options than to just mate and reproduce and take care of their Alphas and pups like the old days, which he thought was great. He just didn’t realize it could be for so long. “And now, apparently, the hormone blockers aren’t working anymore,” she gripped his fingers tightly. “My body is rejecting them, weaning off of them and reverting back to normal hormone levels. My heat is coming,” she sucked in another sharp breath. “I don’t know when, but he said it’s going to be brutal since I’ve been avoiding them for so long. He said I’ll need help and…and I don’t know what to do.” Her voice shook as she looked up at him again. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

Bucky could feel her panic and gave off what he hoped was a calming scent. It seemed to help as her eyes fluttered shut and her shoulders visibly relaxed. The Alpha in him hummed in satisfaction as he swept his thumbs over her knuckles. “You don’t need to be scared, Y/N. It’s going to be okay,” he tried to placate her. “Listen, I know earlier you said you wanted a choice, and now your body’s not giving you one.” She nodded, a few more tears slipping out the sides of her eyes. “I…I can help you,” he said, gulping back the lump in his throat. Her eyes snapped up to him, a look of shock on her face. “I know that I’m offering something kinda crazy. But I promise you I won’t hurt you, I won’t make you court me if you don’t want to, and I won’t forcibly mate with you.” He looked her deep in her eyes to try to get her to understand. “But I’d be honored to help you.”

Y/N couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. She had wanted to ask him and now he was offering himself for her to get through this first heat. She licked her lips and contemplated it. “I just don’t want it to ruin our friendship,” she sniffed again, her eyes searching his face for hesitation.

“It won’t,” he said earnestly.

“...Okay,” she agreed.

Bucky smiled as he squeezed her fingers. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Bucky. You’re a good Alpha,” she thanked him, lifting his hands up and kissing his knuckles.

His eyes fluttered shut and he cleared his throat. “You should probably not call me that, at least not right now.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh! God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”

“It’s okay, honey, it’s fine,” he chuckled. “Whenever it hits you, just call me, and I’ll be there.”

She gave him a warm smile in appreciation. They were playing with fire, and they both knew it deep down, but were denying it heavily.

***

Y/N could feel her hormones changing her body and mind. Bruce had advised against wearing scent blockers as well to help her body fully adjust and hopefully not cause as much pain during her upcoming heat, and that was the first thing she noticed. The Alphas around her, who would normally just give her a friendly greeting or a smile, now watched her hungrily through narrow eyes, giving tight smiles as their noses flared as she passed by. It made her self-conscious enough to ask Bucky one day, “Do I smell bad?”

Bucky looked away from the book he was reading as she plopped next to him on the couch in the common room again, lifting her feet up to rest on his lap. She was touching him a lot more lately. “What do you mean?”

“Do I smell bad? Omegas can’t really smell themselves very well, and since I took off the scent blockers I’ve been…watched,” she looked around the room warily. Bucky’s eyes swept across the other Alphas in the room, noting how they were all giving off territorial scents as they tracked her. He sat up straight, facing each one until they caught his eye and gave off a warning rumble deep in his chest, his eyes flashing dangerously. They each quickly retreated, shamefully turning back towards their previous tasks. The air around Y/N seemed to lift and she felt like she could breathe again. “Thank you, Bucky.”

He sat back on the couch, grabbing his book with one hand and mindlessly rubbing her feet with the other. “No need to thank me, honey. And no, you don’t smell bad. You smell like chai.”

“Chai?” Y/N scoffed.

“Yeah, chai with…” he reached a hand out and grabbed her wrist, bringing it up to his nose and inhaling deeply. Her eyes widened comically at his brashness in scenting her so publicly. “Pumpkin. Chai and pumpkin. Like Autumn,” he concluded, setting her wrist down and then rubbing her feet again. He said it so casually that she just stared at him dumbfounded.

It got worse as the weeks went on. Her emotions were haywire, one minute she was calm and cool and the next she was agitated and easily crying at anything. She was nesting anxiously, rearranging her room and her desk in her office, constantly carrying around a large fuzzy cardigan or blanket with her. Her joints were sore, especially in her hips. She found herself eating all the time. Bruce had her come down to the lab each week to check her levels, each time warning her it could happen any day now.

A month and a half later on a Friday night the team got together for a movie night. They decided on watching the first Avatar, a movie Bucky hadn’t yet seen. As it played Y/N kept fidgeting next to him, adjusting her sitting position, wringing her hands in her lap, taking deep breaths periodically. A scene began of two of the characters connecting in a tree garden and Sam yelled out, “Alien tree sex!” Everyone laughed but Y/N bolted out of the room. Bucky watched her run down to her room and shut her door.

He quietly got up and followed her. He could tell just by her scent changing these last few weeks and how it was getting stronger, the chai smell getting spicier, that her heat was fast approaching. She had been very touchy with him, following him around and staying close whenever they were in the same room. He had no claim to her, but it was evident to everyone to stay away from her, otherwise they’d get a growl from him. He was growing more excited by the day, trying to remind himself that he was just helping out a friend, not staking any claim or bond.

When he reached her door he pressed his ear against it, listening for her. He heard her heart rate picking up and her breathing became labored. He could also smell her, more potent, spicy, the scent of unmated Omega making his hormones sing and call out for her. A deep rumble emitted from his chest as he felt his cock hardening. He knocked on her door.

“Y/N,” he called out, just loud enough for her to hear. A soft moan came from the other side. His eyelids shut tight at the sound. It was time. “I’m coming in,” he warned before opening the door. He stepped inside and was hit with the scent full force, making his eyes and mouth water simultaneously. Y/N was laying in the nest she built on her bed in the fetal position, one hand on her stomach and the other in between her legs, not yet touching herself but keeping pressure against her core. “Honey…” he groaned as he locked the door behind himself and walked towards the bed.

“Alpha,” she breathed, her brow furrowed and eyes shut tight. A cramp wracked through her whole body and she yelped in pain. “It’s starting. It hurts…hurts so bad,” she cried as she could feel a small gush of slick pour from her pussy as her body recognized the Alpha in the room.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey, I’m here,” he cooed at her, reaching his hand out and running his fingers along her leg from her ankle to her thigh. “Let’s get you out of these, huh?” he said while lifting the hem of her shorts up slightly. She nodded and blindly started pulling at her clothes. Bucky helped her strip out of her layers then undressed himself, giving her naked body an appreciative glance. He lay behind her on the bed, cocooning her in his arms and leaning his head into the crook of her neck and scenting her. He could feel himself getting drunk off of her heat. She was sending him into an early rut as his hips rocked against her ass slowly. Y/N keened at that, her back arching and pushing her ass into his crotch further. He moaned at the sensation, his arms tightening around her. “Shh, Omega. I got you,” he said as his voice dropped further, the Alpha coming through more prominently now.

“Bucky…” she sighed, her hands gripping his arms around her. “Please…Alpha please,” she begged, her legs shaking as another cramp hit her.

Bucky moaned at the sound of his name said that way coming from her lips. He started to lick and suck and kiss at the scent gland on her throat, making her gasp loudly. His scent mixed with hers, and they quickly got lost in each other. His hands found her breasts and massaged them firmly, his fingers tweaking her nipples and making her hips buck back into him again. He twisted her body around to face him. She quickly molded herself back to him, hiking her leg up and over his hip, her hands scratching down his chest. He tried to remind himself one last time that this was just a friend helping a friend. Then she kissed him.

The kiss broke the dam of hesitancy he was holding to desperately. He quickly responded, his mouth opening and their tongues tangling as they tasted each other. Bucky climbed on top of her, his knees forcing hers apart. His fingers probed her lower lips, finding her clit and giving it all his attention. Y/N’s hips writhed as he riled her up. She watched his fingers dip into her, making her breath stutter. She was already dripping for him so he plunged two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out while his thumb rubbed and flicked her clit.

“Fuck Alpha,” she groaned. “Just like that, shit!”

Bucky smiled as she cursed, her legs shaking against his. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, giving him lazy pumps as he got her closer to her release. He huffed a sharp breath. “Damn, honey, oooh that’s good,” he said lowly. “Give it to me, love, come on, you can do it. Be such a good Omega for me,” he encouraged her as he curled his fingers as deep as he could reach.

The tension in her core finally snapped, her first orgasm ripping through her at lightning speed, squirting slick all over his hand and his hips. She let out a guttural moan, the sound reverberating through the air, making the Alpha inside of him scream to claim her. He had to physically restrain himself as he pulled his fingers out of her. She smiled as she watched him with hooded eyes. He put his wet fingers in his mouth and licked them clean of her slick, his eyes rolling back at the taste.

“Alpha please, I need you. Bucky, I want your big cock inside me…please!” Y/N begged again. Normally it would embarrass her to be acting like this, she would have never dreamed of speaking to Bucky this way. But they were beyond the point of no return.

“Condom first, Omega,” he reminded her in his authoritative voice. “As much as I’d love to fill you up, I don’t think that’s what you want just yet.”

Y/N pouted, but the first orgasm had helped clear her brain a little bit, and pointed to the nightstand next to the bed. Bucky quickly reached over and pulled open the top drawer, finding the box and pulling a few of them out. He unwrapped one and slipped it on himself before settling back between her legs, backing up a little bit. “Present, please, Omega.”

Y/N twisted herself onto her stomach, lifting her hips high and pressing the side of her face into the bed. Bucky almost whimpered at the sight of her sweet pussy, seeing the way he had made her drip with slick, the skin softly puckering in anticipation. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen Y/N, goddamn,” he whispered huskily. She preened at his praise, her ass raising a little higher. He gave her ass a quick slap, making her yelp and shiver. “You ready?” he asked, making sure she was still wanting this.

“Yes, please Alpha, Bucky…please!”

“You’re so sexy when you beg,” he slapped her ass again, then grabbed her hips and aimed himself at her entrance. He slowly pushed in the tip of his cock, the fat head catching just past her lower lips, making them both groan. He kept pushing until he was fully seated inside her, letting her adjust to his size. Y/N was keening again, a high pitched tone ringing through the air. After a moment she wriggled her hips, silently asking him to thrust. A deep growl emanated from Bucky’s throat and he pulled back until it was just the tip inside, then snapped his hips back into her hard.

Y/N was making the sweetest noises he’d ever heard as he pummeled his cock into her. She whimpered and moaned, making him hook an arm around her hips and lay his stomach across her back, quick huffs of his breath warming her shoulder. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, making the rhythm of his hips stutter. “Fuck, honey, you gonna cum?” She nodded as her moans got louder. He flipped her back over onto her back so he could watch her release, leaving barely any room between them as he hovered over her. Her hands wound around the back of his neck, scratching his scalp with her nails. “Goddammit, do that again,” he heard himself whimpering this time. She scratched from the top of his head down to his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

He reached between their bodies and started flicking her clit as he chased his own high. “Bucky, oh my God,” she squealed against his lips as her back arched and her legs clung to his hips. “Yes, yes, yes, shit…mark me.”

Bucky didn’t stop thrusting but tensed at her words. “No, Y/N, you don’t want that.”

“Yes, I do, with you, Bucky,” she gasped.

“Omega,” he warned her, his eyes flashing. “We can talk about that when I’m not balls deep inside you.”

Y/N tensed at his Alpha command, her legs loosening around him. “I want you to be my Alpha, my mate.”

“God fucking dammit,” Bucky stopped thrusting and leaned on his elbows above her. “Y/N, listen to me, you don’t want that. You said you wanted a clear choice, remember?” Y/N was silent and wide eyed as she watched him, slightly nodding her head. “This isn’t a clear choice. Your first heat in how many years? It’s your hormones talking, honey. And believe me, I’d love to mark you, claim you, bond and mate with you. Stuff you full of me,” he thrust again, making her eyes roll back, “and breed you with my pups. But we can talk about all that later. Right now, I’m here to help you through this, because you’re my best friend, and…I’m ridiculously in love with you.” He finally said it. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. But when it’s both of us with clear heads and a clear choice. Okay?”

Y/N’s eyes were watery as she listened to him. “You’re in love with me?”

Bucky huffed a laugh, “Is that all you got out of that?”

She shook her head, “No, but it’s the most important thing. I’m in love with you.”

He smiled wide and leaned down to give a quick kiss to her nose. “Can I continue now?”

She nodded again, and he gave her another thrust to get her going again. Her slick started to make squelching noises as he picked up the pace again, his knot starting to catch at her entrance, his hand reaching to her clit again and trailing kisses down her throat to her scent gland, licking and sucking at it again.

“One day, if you’ll have me, I’ll bite this pretty neck,” he moaned in her ear as her fingers dug into his back. “Make you mine.”

“Yours, all yours, Bucky…Alpha,” Y/N groaned, leaning her head up and scenting him back. Her soft lips and her tongue against his gland had his eyes rolling in his head again and his fingers gripping her hips harshly. “That’s right. Mine. Mine…mine,” he thrusted harder and faster, angling her hips up to hit deeper.

Y/N screamed his name as she finally came, her hands digging into the flesh between his neck and shoulder, scratching his scent gland and making him see stars as he came with a yell, his knot fully inflating and latching him to her as she nearly squeezed the dear life out of him. He fell on top of her, and she held him as he calmed down, both of them panting and sweaty.

A heady scent filled the air, a smell that screamed satisfied mates. Bucky pulled himself to his side, holding her close so it wouldn’t hurt her to move with him, and covered them with the blankets from her nest. Y/N was delirious after this first round of her heat, her head lolling with exhaustion. “Rest, Omega. We’ve still got a few days, and forever after that.”

She smiled sleepily, “Hmmm, my Alpha.”

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aikaterini-drag · 7 months

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Fragile Embrace

Summary: Bucky is afraid to hug you tightly because of the serum in his system. You sweetly convince him otherwise.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: established relationship, implied smut, fluff, intimacy.

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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows across the walls in your bedroom. Bucky sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense, his hands clasped. He stayed silence, every inch of him hating his strength—the damned serum that felt like a curse.

Across the room, you watched him with concern and understanding. You had seen this struggle in him before, the internal battle he waged against his own abilities. He was afraid to let his true strength show, afraid to be anything other than super gentle with you.

You approached him slowly, your footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor. Still, he could hear you. He was a super soldier, he knew the rhythm of your heartbeats inside out, knew the pattern of your breaths. He could also tell that you longed for his hugs—not just simple tender hugs, but the kind that squeezed you tightly, conveying the depth of your love. But every time you had reached out, he had pulled away, a look of agony in his eyes.

He couldn’t allow himself to let his guard down with you. He knew better than anyone what his strength could do, the damage it could cause… A small mishap and he could hurt you, and the mere thought of that broke his heart.

“James,” you said softly, your voice like a gentle breeze, “you don’t have to be afraid. I know you can’t always control your strength, but I trust you, and I trust your love for me.”

He turned to look at you, his beautiful blue eyes tormented. “Sweetheart, you don’t understand. You don’t understand how serious this is.”

She knelt in front of him, her hands reaching out to cup his face. “Baby, love isn’t about holding back. It’s about trusting each other, even when things are tough. I’d rather take the risk with you than live without your touch.”

“You feel my touch,” he said, his flesh hand slowly caressing her face.

“Yes. You are so very gentle with me.” You smiled and help his metal one. “I’m grateful but there are times when I want you to let go of your restrains and truly feel our love.”

He kissed your hair and closed his eyes. “I cannot let go of my restrains.”

Smiling gently, you rose to straddle his hips, your hands looping around his shoulders. “Not even a tiny little bit? Please? For me?”

He tensed but carefully embraced you, his hands encompassing your waist. “You are a little menace.”

“And don’t you love that?”

He chuckled. “I do love that. I love everything about you.”

“If you love me that much, then hold me tighter, Sergeant.”

“Like this?” His hands moved to cup your ass, squeezing the soft mounds and squeezing her against his hard body.

You hummed pleasantly. “More.”

With a low growl, he embraced your frame with his strong hands and squeezed just a little tighter. His face pained but when he watched you smile and writhe pleasantly on top of him, he relaxed and maintained his grip on you. You leaned down and brushed your lips together in a deep and wet caress. He responded immediately and coaxed your mouth open with a gentle nudge of his tongue, deepening the kiss.

“More,” you whispered against his mouth, your breaths mingling.

“No… sweets, I’m afraid—”

You framed his face, eyes locking onto his. "James Bucky Barnes," you whispered, your voice soothing yet decisive, "you could never hurt me. Your strength is a part of who you are, but it doesn't define our love.” You smiled, your thumb brushing against his unshaven cheek. "With me, you can always let go. I trust you completely."

“How can you be mine?” His breath ghosted over your lips. “How can this perfect softness be mine?”

“The same way you’re mine. You are mine, Barnes.” You traced his hard chest with your fingers. “This perfect man is mine. All mine.”

He looked at you with misty blue eyes. “You’ve quite undone me, sweets.”

“Make love to me,” you whispered, your mouth trailing a path of warmth along his jawline, stopping just shy of his lips. “Not slow and tender. But hard and emotional. I want to feel you. Every part of you.”

You sensed his apprehension at your words, the lingering doubts. But you crashed them with the loving press of your lips against his. With a trembling sigh, he succumbed, rolling you over, his big frame hovering above you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed you down on the mattress.

You keened and he made love to you, holding you strongly, more tightly that he had ever done. It was a start. It was the beginning of your love’s resilience and eagerness to overcome any obstacle together. You found solace in each other's warmth, Bucky’s fear disappearing as he realized that your love was a force more potent than any serum or bionic arm and that he could hold you as close and as tightly as he desired, without ever causing you harm.

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bucksangel · 8 months

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milk and honey

pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)

word count: 7.9k

Summary: “Are you sure about this, Steve?” Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot”

or - alpha’s Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship.

Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where it’s just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+

a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne

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“Hi! How can I help you?” A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steve’s ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin.

Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.

A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.

“Um, sir?” The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.

“S-Sorry, I, uh…” Steve trails off, clearing his throat. “I’m looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought I’d come in to see what you have.”

The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. “Well, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?”

Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. “Yeah, that’d – that would be great. And, um, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?”

She nods again, her smile widening. “Yeah! Here,” she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, “I have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.”

Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips – and for a moment he wonders if it’s flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.

He doesn’t do that. Of course not. He’s only just met her, yet there’s already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.

Suddenly, though, he’s slamming into her, not having realized she’d stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.

The Omega squeals and grasps Steve’s biceps to steady herself. But, even after they’re both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. It’s silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega he’s now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to find her words.

And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.

“S-Sir?”

“Steve,” he says quickly. “Um, my name is Steve.”

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“My name is Steve.”

Steve.

This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you can’t help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. He’s just so… manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. There’s also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.

It takes a moment, but you’re able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.

“Um, I-“ You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that you’re at work.

“So, uh, were you thinking of any… pencils you might want?”

Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.

“Whatever you think is best.”

And that’s how Steve bought way more than you suspect he’ll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“I’m hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.”

The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.

“Yeah!” Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. “That sounds fun.”

You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think you’d never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.

His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about ‘bad timing.” When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,

“Sorry, guess I have to go now.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. Here’s the flier.”

“Of course,” Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.

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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he can’t use his hands.

“Babe? What’s with all the noise – what the fuck?” Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.

“Oh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?” Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.

“So,” Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. “What’s all this?”

“Oh…” Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. “Well, I went to the new art studio that’s down the block.”

“Yeah, I see that.” Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. “Did you buy out the whole store?”

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.”

“I do,” Bucky confirms with a nod. “But I feel like you’re hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.”

Right then Steve’s heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steve’s nervous.

“Well, you see-“ Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was talking with the owner and she… God, Buck, I think she might be… we’ve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what we’re looking for. She’s so sweet, so beautiful, just so… perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelt.”

For a minute Bucky doesn’t say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steve’s words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, they’ve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just haven’t seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steve’s eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.

“Are you sure about this, Stevie?” Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.

“Okay, we’ll give it a shot.”

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Three days later it’s another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.

Due to the rain and cold, there weren’t many people in the studio. In fact, it’s just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.

And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you don’t hear the bell ring above the door.

You also don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you can’t help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.

“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.

Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you don’t knock over your painting. The man’s hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.

It takes a moment to realize that you’re staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.

“N-no, it’s fine! I should have been paying attention,” You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the stranger’s smile lets you know that it didn’t work.

You can’t help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isn’t thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until you’re finally able to speak.

“How can I help you?”

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“How can I help you?”

Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. He’s heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.

His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he can’t help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these… intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person he’s ever felt this way with was Steve.

Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said you’d be perfect for them.

“I’m waiting for my…” Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasn’t single you probably wouldn’t be open to his advances, and would probably think it’s weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.

“My friend. And I haven’t seen this studio before.” Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though you’re avoiding his gaze.

“I’m Bucky,” He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you’re stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really can’t stop himself from smiling.

“And it’s lovely to meet you, darling.” Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesn’t have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that you’re, at the very least, open to his advances.

“S-so, um. Did you want to look around?”

Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. “The main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class you’re hosting soon. I thought I’d come in so you can meet your new student.”

“Oh!” You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. “I’d love it if you could come! To be honest, I’ve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.”

“Oh, don’t do that. There are plenty of people who’d love to come, your business is new so it’s going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, I’ll be sure to tell all of my friends.” While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.

“Oh, gosh,” Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. “Well, that’d be very kind of you.”

Bucky chuckles, nodding. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Plus, it’ll be nice to see you again.”

Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.

And just as you’re about to reply, Bucky’s phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.

“Well, I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go now,” He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight you’d miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.

You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. “No, it’s fine! Besides, I’ll see you at the class, right?”

“Oh,” Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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“Who the fuck was that?” A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see it’s Tori looking exasperated.

“I have no idea,” Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing he’d come back in.

“Why do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!” Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression.

“They’re bringing their friends to the art class, maybe you’ll meet one too. Besides…” You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. “Maybe he wasn’t even flirting? I mean, I haven’t lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!”

You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.

“Babe, Steve was flirting with you too.” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. “You may be shy, but you’re not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.”

“Okay, let’s say they do like me… there’s two of them and one of me. I don’t know if I’d be able to choose between them, especially since I don’t even know them. I wouldn’t want to lead one of them on.” Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.

Because, let’s be honest, you’re not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe that’s how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them don’t like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.

But it’s fine, because maybe they won’t show up to the class, maybe they’ll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and you’ve never really been one to take risks.

Maybe that’s why part of you is hoping they’re not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact you’re interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know she’s planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll help.” With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Bucky’s hands settles on his mate’s waist while looking at the bag of food in Steve’s hand.

“You get everything?”

Steve scoffs, moving Bucky’s hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mate’s heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. “Yeah, I did. Now…” Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.

“How did it go?”

Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, he’s really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though he’s just met you, he knows you’ll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.

“God, Stevie…” Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. “I get it. I get what you were saying about her. She’s just - just the loveliest Omega I’ve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that you’d be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.

“So, how do you want to approach her about it?” Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.

“Well, she said that she’s hosting an art class, we can go to that.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. “Don’t you think that would be a little… intense? Plus, it’s not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if she’s uncomfortable with it?”

Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. “Well, we’ll just talk to her one at a time then. We’ll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.” At Steve’s pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.

He knows Steve really wants this to work out. He’s a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and it’s become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give Steve everything he wants and needs.

“It’s going to be fine, Stevie.” Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other man’s lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.

“You promise?” Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.

“I promise.”

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Ever since the day you met Bucky, he’s been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which you’re pretty sure he’s not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And it’s a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and you’ll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.

Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.

And it’s confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.

Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether it’s by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to “steady you” should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, he’s gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how he’s fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that he’s mechanically and physically capable.

And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. You’re in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You don’t worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.

You hear her chipper “Hi! How are you?” and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?

The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a ‘friend’. And then it hits you, it’s Bucky.

Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Tori’s out there.

And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, “So, you’re Bucky, right?”

Before you have time to think you’re rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.

Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “Yeah, how’d you know?”

You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. “Oh, I’ve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one you’ve been flirting with, you know?”

You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Tori’s back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You can’t miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.

“Yeah? I’ve been flirting?” Bucky winks at you over Tori’s shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.

“Mhm,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -” Suddenly she’s being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.

“Okay! That’s it, you have to study!” You snap, glancing up at Bucky’s amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. “And don’t come out until you’re done with all three chapters!”

Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like you’re on fire, like there’s no part of you that isn’t burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you can’t bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.

“Hey,” He says softly, though still humorous. “It’s okay. She was right, you know?”

You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. “What do you mean?”

“I was flirting with you. Is that okay?”

You’re no longer burning up, no. You’re ice cold now. It’s almost as if you’ve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Bucky’s been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?

“Oh.” Apparently, that’s all you can decide on, though you’re snapped out of your haze upon seeing Bucky’s face fall slightly. “No! It’s - I mean, it’s o-okay, if you… you know, are.” Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.

“Well, I’m glad.” Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.

“I can’t stay long today, unfortunately. But…” Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “I just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.”

“Like… like a - a date?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and you’re positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a date. Even though I’d very much like it to be.” Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.

Now, you’re not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that you’ve known him you’ve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.

But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.

Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.

He’s not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever you’re speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. It’s all so… charming.

His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steve’s bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.

Interactions with him give you similar feelings when you’re with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, you’d hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell you’re developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.

And hours ago you’d given Steve a timid ‘yes’ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.

“Okay.” Despite your inner turmoil, Bucky’s bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves you’ve been feeling.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, hopeful.

“Yes, I-I’d love to go on a… date. With you.” This time you can’t stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.

“Awesome,” Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze you’ve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Y-yeah! Of course,” Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?

At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you weren’t having an out-of-body experience.

“Okay, darling.”

Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.

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Soft. Warm. Gentle.

Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.

It’s ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.

Steve’s eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.

It’s you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someone’s behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And there’s Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunette’s hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.

It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. He’s close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.

“Alpha!”

Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.

“Stevie?” Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. “You okay, Alpha?”

Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.

“Y-yeah, I’m, fuck…” Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. “I’m good, baby. Just…”

“Just had a wet dream?” Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I could hear you whimpering from the shower.”

Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steve’s hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. “I heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. She’s perfect, isn’t she? She’s so small compared to us, bet we’d break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.”

Bucky’s hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well you’d take them, how sweet you’d be for them, how he’d let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything he’s given, gripping the sheets tight enough that he’s sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.

But what really sets him off is Bucky’s growl, “I had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.” Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and he’d be embarrassed about how fast he came if it weren’t for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.

It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until he’s finally able to open his eyes and meet Bucky’s playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when you’re not even theirs, but he just can’t bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle actually being with you.

But they hadn’t even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesn’t matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.

“So,” Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steve’s cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. “You feelin’ better about today?”

Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didn’t want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steve’s been worried. He doesn’t want to back out, God no. He just… he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.

What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize they’re mated? What if you’re disgusted and don’t even want to be their friend? What if -

“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. “Stop thinking too hard, it’s going to be fine.”

“But-”

“No, Steve.” Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mate’s. “I promised you, didn’t I? I promised that everything would work out and I’m going to fulfill that promise today. We’re going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.”

Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steve’s lips.

“She likes you, baby. And she likes me. That’s why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesn’t seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, it’s going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.”

Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.

“I love you, Alpha.”

Bucky smiles back and says, “I love you too, Alpha.”

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“Okay, okay, okay,” You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. “Everything is going to be okay. They don’t know you’re going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.”

Sighing, you mumble another ‘I can do this’ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.

“Jesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?”

Tori laughs, smirking. “Sorry, I just thought I’d tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didn’t want to interrupt your pep-talk.”

Oh shit, in your panic you didn’t even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.

“He’s not my Alpha. He’s just… an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.”

Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that you’re actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.

Oh God, how am I going to survive today?

Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.

“Whatever you say, babe. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”

When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. It’s Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d bring all of his friends.

There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.

There’s just one person missing; Steve. It’s only two minutes from twelve, and you can’t help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesn’t actually want to see you.

It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.

“Um, hi, Bucky,” You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.

“Ah!” The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. “Hello, darling.”

It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.

You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. “Um, I… It’s nice of you to come.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.

After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. “I hate to break up your moment but it’s time to start.”

“Oh! R-right.” Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but it’s also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.

That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.

The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.

Fuck.

“Sorry I’m late, I got held up.”

“No, it’s - it’s fine!” Your heart rate increases again, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.

“O-okay, everyone, let’s get started.”

Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Bucky’s occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Bucky’s friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.

Still, it’s going well.

It’s not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve won’t stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.

But, fate has other plans. Because Bucky’s friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide you’d think it’d hurt.

But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who don’t know each other. You’re standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know you’re going on a date with both of them.

Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?

It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.

“Hey, darling,” Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes you’re frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.

But you’re panicking. Because you’ve already decided that they’ve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.

“Guys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didn’t know how to choose because I don’t want to choose between you two because you’re both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when you’re probably not even interested anymore because why w-”

“Darling!” Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.

“It’s okay, honey,” Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.

“I-It… It is?”

They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“We have something to tell you, darling.” Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. “We… planned this. We didn’t want to tell you upfront because we didn’t want to scare you away, because we really like you too. We’re… Steve and I are…” He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.

“We’re mates. And we know it’s not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isn’t common either, so we didn’t want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. We’ve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed because we can be… a lot. We’re sorry we lied.”

By the time they’re done speaking, you think you’re dreaming. No, you’re positive you’re dreaming. They’re mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common. Even still, that doesn’t bother you. You’re big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didn’t want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.

But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you can’t even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.

“Oh.” Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why can’t you just say anything?

“Do you… Do you not want to date us?” Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.

“No! I- I do! I just… I’ve never dated two Alphas. I don’t mind that you’re mated, really. I’m just not used to…” You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steve’s face makes you smile too.

“You’re not used to what?” Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.

“To being wanted this much, I guess.”

You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.

“How about this,” Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “We’ll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you don’t want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.”

Well, you’d never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so there’s not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, it’s just your anxiety that’s causing you to doubt their feelings.

But Tori’s voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, that’s what you do.

“O-okay. Tomorrow is good.”

Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.

“Here, we’re going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.”

You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when they’re about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling?” Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

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