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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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stucky x reader, where reader didn't present at a certain age so she lived most of her adult life with no designation, alpha stucky who could be mated alr, accept her into their small pack regardless and are v protective of her. One day though, during their mission she suddenly gets her heat; and not a bearable one, like heat heat. And she just smells so good and irresistible which drove the alpha's absolutely feral.

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Pairing: alpha!stucky x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) p in v, fingering, canon level violence, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: I had most of this written a while ago and idk why I never posted it but it’s here now. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I love receiving requests for one shots or dribbles so please feel free I promise that I am working on them they help when I get stuck on other things

Never having presented the way all of your classmates, friends and family had made you an outcast. Did it hurt to be rejected by your family for not presenting? Yes but it didn’t stop you from achieving your goals. It’s how you entered Shield and became an agent. Your lack of scent was an advantage over the people you were fighting, with no alpha, beta or omega needs to tend to you easily became one of the best agents. It’s how you ended up working with the Avengers.

It’s also how you met them, Steve and Bucky the mated alphas. At first you had been extremely intimidated by them and anytime you had to interact with them you referred to them by their ranks. Little by little they showed you they were big softies. It’s how courting gifts started, your favorite coffee on your desk in the morning, a book you had mentioned delivered to your room. It was all so sweet but you had to tell them you didn’t have a designation and you didn’t want to lead them on if they wanted an omega.

“What if we just want you? We don’t care about designations.” Bucky asked as he held your hand.

“Me?”

“Mmhmm, we want you sweetheart.” Steve says as he stands behind you, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear.

“Even though I don’t have a designation?” It was almost too good to be true. The most desirable alphas wanted you, with or without designation. The thought of being theirs and them being yours made you shudder.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you.” Bucky says confidently but hopeful. “What do you say?”

A smile appears on your lips as you nod.

“We need you to use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes. I-I would like to be with you.” Steve turns you around and immediately connects his lips to yours as a small but deep growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He doesn’t get a chance to deepen it as Bucky pulls you away and begins to kiss you.

You having no designation didn’t stop them from continuing to court you. In the short three months you had been with them they always had small gifts for you when they came back from missions or they took you out on dates. Steve and Bucky never made you feel less than for never having presented. On the contrary they were very protective and anyone who even dared to make a comment about you had to deal with them. The super soldiers were caring, protective and sweet which made you fall fast, this was the first time in a long time in which you wanted to have a designation so that they could claim you properly.

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You loved going on missions with Steve and Bucky, it was always amazing to see them working. Sure they went toe to toe with other alphas but nothing compared to the Super Soldiers. This mission you were headed to was supposed to be easy. Bucky was supposed to set up with his sniper rifle not too far away, while you and Steve headed inside. Your job was to extract information from the servers after you, but mostly Steve, cleared the building.

Since starting as an agent you were always confident in your abilities but you knew there was something off today. You felt warmer than usual and your body ached, not to mention that whenever Steve or Bucky so much as walked by you wanted to pounce on them. Their scents were driving you crazy and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to try and get any type of relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by the alphas, they weren’t sure what was going on but they kept a close eye on you during the flight.

The mission was going off without a hitch for the most part. Steve cleared the building while you got to work on the servers. It was easy and if you hadn’t been preoccupied with the shooting pain that spread low in your belly you would have considered that it was way too easy. A whine escapes your lips as you try to focus on the task at hand before a growl gets your attention. It sends shivers up and down your spine and the bitter scent that hits you is just as unpleasant.

“Well what do we have here? I see they left me something to play with.” his lips turned into a wicked grin.

You put your hand up to your earpiece. “Alphas” is all you manage to say before the one before you lunges towards you and pins you down.

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Bucky had made his way down to the building from his position at Steve’s request. The building had been cleared and he had left you to do your part. They were both well aware that it was too easy to get into the building, it had minimal security considering the information it housed. Steve preferred to have Bucky close in case there were more issues especially if he considered that you were behaving a little out of character. They both had agreed on that and the fact that if they didn’t know you didn’t have a designation it felt like you had a scent. One that was sure to send them into their ruts if it had been stronger. Steve and Bucky were doing one more sweep of a lower level when they heard it. A faint growl but enough to make them turn back around and when they heard your voice through comms calling them alpha they nearly lost it. You had never referred to them by their designation.

By the time they get up two floors to your location the scent in the air hits them. It was intoxicating but laced with fear and both super soldiers knew they had to act fast. When they got to the hallway where the room you were in they felt pure rage. The door had been ripped off its hinges and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. But as they got to the room they only found your ear piece and a dead alpha on the floor. Their enhanced hearing alerted them to movement further down the hall and close to the stairwell.

They split up with Steve following the footsteps and Bucky trying to find you. At any other moment they would be calm and focused but you were in trouble and the men that had promised to keep you safe would stop at nothing to do so.

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“Y/N.” he says with his voice lowered so as to not scare you. His scent reaches you and you relax slightly. Bucky found you in a room hidden away from the others that Steve was following.

“Alpha, it hurts.” you whine from your spot in the corner of the room.

“I know, doll but I’m here. I’ll help you.” he coos as he finally gets closer to you. He’s fighting his instincts to claim you right on the spot, the sweet scent made stronger by your heat is driving him crazy. Instead Bucky focuses on using his own scent to soothe you.

As soon as he is crouching in front of you, you launch yourself into his arms. Bucky holds you close as he tries to find any injuries. The only thing he finds is a rip on your uniform and he’s furious, if the alpha wasn’t dead already he would have ripped his head off. But then Bucky feels the tip of your nose brush up against his mating gland and up his neck and he shudders.

“Omega.” When Bucky pulls back his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen and completely full of lust.

“Is everything ok?” Steve’s voice comes through the comms.

“Kind of. She isn’t hurt but she’s starting her heat, we have to get her out of here.”

“Meet me at the entrance. The jet isn’t too far and- fuck. Bucky you have to move her to a safer room. We have more guards coming in.”

“Fuck. Ok, moving now.” Bucky scoops you up and rushes out of the room trying to ignore the way you keep nipping and licking at his neck. He moves quickly until he finds a room he deems safe enough for you. He listens for footsteps on the other side of the door after setting you down on the table, at least he doesn’t have to worry about a sniper since there aren’t any windows.

“Bucky, what’s happening to me?”

“Doll, you’re presenting. You’re an omega.”

“Your omega?” you whisper, afraid that he’ll say no.

Your question makes his breath hitch. He turns towards you, his eyes dark and lust blown.

“Mine.” he says as he walks towards you with purpose. Standing between your legs as he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. He felt you trying to undo his belt and then the button on his pants but he stops you. “We can’t doll, you aren’t safe.”

“Please, need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He says as he moves to undo your belt and pants. With every passing moment your scent got stronger and so did your heat. Bucky knew he had to do something to help.

He pops the button on your suit pant open and then lowers the zipper, slowly his hand makes its way between your thighs. Running his fingers through your fold he groans at how wet you are. “This all for me ‘mega. Is this for your alpha?”

“Yes, alpha please.” you moan as you feel him circle your clit slowly. Your hips move on their own accord to try and get more friction. He captures your lips with his as he starts to pick up the pace, swallowing all your moans. “More, Bucky more.”

“I got you doll.” he says as he moves from your clit down to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes two fingers in until he’s knuckles deep. You whimper at the feeling. “Look at you so greedy, gripping my fingers so tight.” Bucky begins to pick up his pace before adding another finger. He curves his fingers stroking that spot that has your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your hands gripping on to his shoulders as the knot in your belly tightens.

“That’s it doll, be a good girl for me and cum.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers faster until he feels your walls clench and he hears you scream his name as the knot in your belly unravels. “Good girl.” he praises as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. You whine at the loss while you rest your forehead against his chest as you try to catch your breath. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans at the taste of you, Bucky freezes before he can say anything to you. His attention is on the footsteps rushing towards your position.

The door is kicked open and Bucky goes feral as the scent of the other alphas hit him. He hears all of them inhale and their eyes are fixed on you. Bucky moves so that his large frame keeps you hidden from them.

“We just want a little taste of your omega. She smells delicious.” One of the men says as he steps into the room. Bucky orders you into the corner of the room before he starts his assault on the men that dared even look in your direction. He’s fueled by pure rage and his need as an alpha to protect his omega.

As soon as the last of the guards hit the floor Bucky fixes your uniform before grabbing you and carries you out of the room as Steve tells him it’s all clear.

They rush from the building, Steve leading the way in case anyone else tries to stop them and Bucky has you in his arms. During this whole ordeal your head is fuzzy and all you want to do is strip your clothes and be close to them, taking in their scent. Somehow during this mess you ended up on Steve’s lap, while Bucky handled getting the jet off the ground.

“Alpha.” You call out to Steve. He growls when he hears you call him by his designation. Steve would never admit it but he’s wanted to hear you say that word for a while and hearing it along with your sweet scent and the slick that is pooling in between your thighs he’s sure to go into a rut.

“Omega?”

“Please, need to feel you.”

“You want my knot, sweetheart?” he coos. All you can do is nod. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes, I want your knot.” as you shift to straddle him. Steve rips your clothes off, your inner thighs covered in slick. He lifts you slightly so that he can lower his pants and boxers enough to free his already hard cock. In one swift move Steve buries himself in your wet heat, causing both of you to moan. No matter how many times you’ve been with them it always took you a moment before you could start moving. You relish the stretch and feel of him as you begin to move, His hands around your waist to keep you steady as you grab the straps on his shoulders. Rolling your hips a couple of times you moan as he captures your lips with his. Needing more, you begin to bounce on his cock.

“So needy sweetheart.” Steve groans “take what you need omega. Just like that.”

You mewl at his words as you try to move faster. Steve’s hands move to your hips and he begins to take control as he thrusts up into you. You throw your head back unconsciously baring your neck for him. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna mark you right here.” His teeth grace the junction between your shoulder and neck right where your mating gland is. “Do you want that omega?”

“Y-yes alpha, please.” You say in your lust filled haze, your eyes half lidded and glazed over as you hold onto his shoulders straps tighter. He continues his fast pace as one hand moves from your hip to your swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation causes you to clench around Steve’s cock. Pressure begins to build between your legs, you realize it’s his knot.

“I can feel you’re so close sweetheart. Let go baby.”

His words are all you need for your orgasm to wash over you with a moan of his name, his teeth sinking into your neck. You can feel the bond come to life as he laps at the mark he made. Then you feel his knot catch as his hips start to stutter. With one final thrust Steve spills into you as his knot locks you both into place. Exhaustion creeps over you and you lay with your head on Steve’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep as you hear him praise you.

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Your eyes flutter open and taking in your surroundings you realize you’re in bed just not yours. There’s a slight ache on your neck and you feel almost guilty but you’re not sure why. When you sit up your head feels fuzzy and you groan because of your sore muscles. The sheet that had been covering falls and reveals that you're naked and you’re flooded with confusion. As you look around the room you see a water bottle on the nightstand and you grab it, drinking half of it immediately.

The door opens slowly and you cover your chest unsure of who will walk in but you only see Bucky standing at the door. He smiles at you but as his woodsy scent, mixed with Steve’s warm and comforting scent, permeates through the room a small whine bubbles up and escapes you.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in a safehouse, doll. You presented during the mission.” He tells you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Bucky is breathing heavily as he fights against his most basest instinct to mate and claim you.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray in his hands but he doesn’t walk in. Instead he hovers around the door, guilt floods the bond. It’s a foriegn feeling to you and your hand goes to your neck as you trace the almost healed mark left there by the blonde alpha.

“Steve, are you ok?”

His smile is small, your question enough to get him to move and he places the tray on the bed opposite Bucky.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Fuzzy and hot… and really sticky.” you say and they chuckle.

“Eat first omega and then we’ll get you cleaned up ok?”

“Will you stay with me?” you mumble as you look at Steve.

“Of course.”

Steve moves to rest against the headboard and you immediately crawl on his lap. Steve and Bucky take care of you, doing exactly as they said they would, you eat a bit of the fruit that was brought in as well as some yogurt. Then Steve takes you into the shower so that you can wash up. With your new bond set in place though you want to cling to your alpha and he won’t say no to you. Even before you dated there was nothing neither him nor Bucky wouldn’t do with or for you. This moment was exactly what you needed, as you washed each other, it was intimate and comforting. You reassured Steve that you did want him to claim you and to hear you say those words lifted a weight off his shoulders and you felt relief wash over the bond. Once you were both done you headed back into the bedroom as you began to feel slick start to coat your inner thighs again.

This time Bucky would help you through it and you assured him that you also wanted him to claim you. It’s how you found yourself presenting for your alpha. A needy whine spills from your lips when you feel Bucky behind you.

“Alpha please.” you say as you look at him over your shoulder.

“It’s ok ‘mega. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes his already hard cock and slides it through your folds. The head of his cock hits your clit and the sensation has you mewling. He groans as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You wiggle your hips once he bottoms out, needing that friction more than anything.

“Please alpha, need you.” you beg over and over until he finally starts to move.

Bucky’s pace is slow at first, he wants to feel all of you. The way you flutter around him when the angle is just right. But the moaning and begging mixed with your sweet scent are all consuming and his pace quickens. Bucky keeps you in place by gripping your hips, the area will be sore tomorrow you’re both too far gone to care.

“Feel so good omega. Like you were made for me.” He growls as he snakes an arm around your body and up to your throat.

The hold isn’t tight but it’s enough for him to pull you against his chest. You take hold of his forearm and your nails dig into his flesh as he begins to tease your clit. The coil starts to tighten again low in your belly as Bucky continues to push you further into unbridled bliss. His breath hits your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me? Show your alpha how good you feel?”

You nod as a strangled moan escapes you. Your head lolls to the side as pleasure takes over you. The only thing you’re aware of is Bucky claiming you just as Steve had. His hips falter for just a moment and you feel his knot swelling, locking you in place. Bucky sings sweet praises in your ear as he moves both of you into a comfortable position. You try to fight off the sleep, you want to bask in the joy of this new development but you’re too tired and the warmth Bucky provides is your undoing.

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You walked back into the tower a week later hand in hand with Steve while Bucky offered to carry your bags. Their ruts had started a few hours after your heat began and the week at the safe house was spent being tangled up with each other. At first you had been caught off guard when they said they wanted you to claim them, it was almost unheard of. But you did it and it was one of the most thrilling moments of your life.

Once the elevator opened up to the shared floor the rest of the team slowly filed out to meet you. It was a series of congratulations and hugs for the three of you. Tony had been the most excited about the new development. He was your closest friend and you had confided to him that you wish you could have presented.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy, being rejected by so many people made you doubt what your purpose was. But being in Steve and Bucky’s arms you realized you were meant to be more than just an omega. Never in your life did you imagine that not only would you become a highly important member of a team dedicated to saving people but that you could still be an omega and kickass. You were more than elated that you didn’t present until now because you found alphas that valued you for more than your heat. They gave themselves fully to you so you gave yourself fully to them. And you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Heat Inducing

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female Reader Summary: Steve gets what he wants by any means necessary. Word Count: Over 400 Warnings: Implied noncon, dark themes, a/b/o dynamics, implied forced bond, fighting, light choking, could be considered drugging, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: For @cockslutpadalecki 's Fifteen Sentence Challenge (prompt in bold) and can be considered a companion piece to Bucky's First and Last.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

One day, you would come to accept that Steve Rogers was stronger, faster, and more determined than you would ever be, but it would only happen with you kicking and screaming along the way. You should’ve known the alpha only asked you into his office once most of the other agents left so he could get you alone, like he intended to from the moment he decided you would be his mate. You managed to get a lucky punch in before he knocked you to the floor and straddled you, shoving a shiny, red pill into your mouth before his massive hand covered it and forced you to swallow.

You didn’t know it yet, but it wouldn’t be the only thing forced down your throat today by the time he was done with you.

Unshed tears burned your eyes as he finally let you breathe, coughing and gulping in air as you wished you could throw up the offending, heat inducing capsule. Life wasn’t easy or kind to omegas and you weren’t foolish enough to think anyone would help you should yell for it. Because who would stand up to Captain America, the very hero who helps everyone?

Steve caught your fist when you thrashed beneath him, squeezing hard enough to remind you that he could turn your bones to dust if he wished. Instead of looking angry like most alphas would at the attempt to not submit and get away, he smirked.

You froze momentarily when he leaned down and whispered proudly, “Bucky’s omega was a fighter, too, but he got her in the end thanks to me."

You hissed and shouted an impressive string of obscenities as he tore your clothes away, your body growing warmer with each passing second and your will to fight slowly starting to fade. The hand suddenly around your throat cut off your next insult and you half expected the alpha to make a remark about your language or how he'd wash your mouth out.

But he surprised you by releasing you and stating with a smile, “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit."

A bitter laugh escaped your lips before you said, “I will never willingly submit to you, Steve Rogers.”

As he flipped you onto your stomach with a growl, you stared at the door just a few feet away and knew you would never taste freedom again.

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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

“Wake up, buttercup!” Natasha cheerily exclaims, clapping her hands together after successfully pulling back the curtains to let the sunshine in your desolate quarters. You groaned sleepily turning your head towards the other direction, until she peeled the covers back from you.

“Uh-uh, we are not letting you sleep in the bed for days on end again.” the red head tuts, pulling your limp arm and ushering you towards a seating position. “Today, we're going out and walking on sunshine vampy.”

“No. Let me wallow in doubt and sadness.” you whine, eyes shut. You were still in dreamland, nestled in the covers with the ac on full blast— and you could literally spend days in the bed it feels like. You were always so sleepy and tired.

Part of you blamed it on over-thinking. Your brain must have been fueling up for all of your racing thoughts. Or it was only during sleep that you weren't thinking anything.

“Can't. The sun is up and the day is to be conquered. Where's your fucking spirit?”

“Oh wait! I remember where i left it, let me check.” you wiggled, making her hold loosen before you dived back into the sheets.

Comfy. So so nice.. you rub your face in Clark's pillow, sighing out in bliss. Just as you were about to doze off again..

“Nat!” you bellow, feeling yourself get lifted off the bed and towards the en suite.

“We're going out and fucking things up dollface! No excuses!”

☁️

“I feel like richard gere and you're my bitch- well, technically not one, but you get my point.” Nat nonchalantly puts down the menu, staring at you from across the table.

There was an astounding array of shopping bags placed neatly along the floor, both of you going haywire on different shops and swiping daddy's plastics, and only when you calmed down did you realize how much clothes you bought.

You'd feel bad, yet both Steve and Clark had gaslighted you early on that it isn't real money princess. So you went on your merry way each time and thought as if you were only playing pretend.

“Why can't i be a bitch?” you mutter, inbetween bites of garlic bread, basically inhaling the small tray of decadent pastry. It was crunchy, and soft on the inside with hints of melted cheese. Ohmy, you wanted to gobble it up.

Nat looked at you as if you were stupid. “Because.. you're rainbows, and butterflies and shiny shimmering glitter.”

You made a face, “You're saying i'm made of nice things? Aww, naty.”

“Yes, and if i put you in my mouth, you'll melt like a cotton candy.” she flippantly voices, which made both of you stare at eachother— silent and intent gazes, before bursting into laughter. Giggling at the unknown double entrede.

“Hello, madamme.” Your head snaps towards a slightly familiar older man decked in a pristine suit, an easy yet flattering grin on his face. “How are you finding your lunch? Has anyone taken your order yet?”

“Oh, hey ben. It's pleasant, as it always is. We've actually just placed our orders,” You smile in response.

“Oh that's great! and you're here with Mrs. Barnes, i see.” He politely nods to the red head. “Will you be joining Mr. Kent at the second floor? He's got an entourage, but i doubt it's concerning business. It appears to be more casual.”

“Is that so? I mean, Clark did say something about a lunch. Who's he with?” Your mouth moves faster than you could think.

In reality, the only thing you've recieved from both of them were casual goodmornings and update as to where they were. Steve was in France, Clark said he was in Russia. Atleast, that was what they told you.

“The usual, madamme. A couple of security details, and a new secretary. She seems to be new, atleast from who Mr. Kent usually keeps in his payroll.” The host narrates, thinking nothing of it. Everyone was already well aware of how much you meant to your husbands— to the point where nobody would bat an eye if they were seen out with another woman. Nobody could possibly believe they would replace you.

And you hated to jump into conclusions, but why would he need to lie?

Your heart wanted to lurch out of your chest. Nat's clearing of her throat made you snap out of your spiral; and you schooled your features back into a cheery expression once again.

“Well, if Mr. Kent wouldn't mind our presence.”

☁️

“.. I was actually a scholar of Kent foundation. Can you believe it? Our fates, so intertwined. It was really as if we were meant to be.” Lois gushes, leaning over in her chair, looking at him as if she were about to jump his bones.

Frankly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Nothing about this - if you could even call it a date, it was more like a formal gathering or a meet of sorts that he was inclined to arrange- felt natural, nor right.

Clark wanted to rely on his base instincts for direction but he couldn't grope for a shred of connection. Not even a silver of fondness, which is strange, considering thag they were supposed to be compatible— the person oppsite of him bore the genetic compatibility, as per several tests.

Though, what she said piqued his interest. “Which part of town would you say?”

“Upper east side,” Lois responds. Clark shifted in his seat, a smile making it's way to his features which held a considerable sway in her judgement. He asks a few more questions in that honeyed voice of his, to which she absently replied at.

“Huh, would you look at that.” He leans back in his seat, gears in his head turning but he maintained an easy smile on his face, mirth dancing in the darkened blue of his eyes.

“How about i permanently move your residence in, say, one of my towers?” Lois' breath hitched at the proposal.

“I-i mean, sure if that's what you want.” she gathered herself for a while, before remembering to act bashful and blinking up at him rapidly, smiling coyly. “I'm yours afterall. Your mate.”

You can hear the jeers and the laughter, staying through the conversation, until you found yourself feeling literal pangs of hurt in your chest. Fuck. What does all of this mean?

“Let me kill this son of a whore,” Nat was about to angrily storm inside, but you managed to stop her, putting an arm out.

“Don't even bother.” you murmur, finding it hard to find your own voice. At that point, you felt almost numb— as if your brain was shutting down from what you've heard, finding it difficult to process at all.

You woke up with the hope of your marriage still intact. Thinking, rather stupidly, that this was just a rather difficult hurdle in your marriage. Thinking that perhaps, this was all just a big misunderstanding like what you were repeatedly assured of.

But this was beyond even your wildest dreams. Nothing made sense. It was as if your world was crashing down on you all at once. True mates? It mocks you repeatedly.

Steve and Clark told you that you were the one. You believed them, because why would they lie to you? They had no reason to!

To get in your pants, silly. The rational, or was it pessimistic part of you said.

You blinked away the tears, turning around, and indulging in the manical urge that clouded all your rationality— run.

So you fled.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Brat Taming: Part 11

Hues of red and orange, soft pinks had been drawn across the sky almost as if one of the great artists had taken a brush and cleared it against the sky. There was such warmth in the skyline, the iridescent colours that drew the day to a close and welcomed the night were breathtaking.

It was gorgeous, the sunset that had been cast upon the city, although the moment was made more perfect by the company you kept.

Steve hadn’t let you go since you’d taken his mark, his hands and his body had been upon you as if you truly had been made one unit. There was never a moment where you didn’t feel the heat of his body, the great depths of his affection and his instincts to protect, provide and love. It was borderline intense, in the most toe-curling way, to feel him and have him.

The sunset had ushered it in, the last night you were going to be in the city with Steve before you had to leave tomorrow. Steve was coming back with you for a few days, a temporary stay in Boston before he would head back to NYC and then beyond for the missions set out for him.

“Do you wish we could’ve done more?” Your eyes fluttered closed as he spoke, the rumble of his chest against your back was verbally pleasing to your ears almost like his voice was laced with honey.

A purr had slipped from your lips in place of a verbal answer, the sound in tune with the soft caress of Steve trailing his fingers up and your body, in no particular pattern, while you lay against him on the bed. The two of you had closed the final night out in his apartment with dinner, a classic movie he loved from the ‘40s before you had finally gone to bed.

Instead of sleeping, you found yourself launched headfirst into long conversations. Some had been deep and meaningful about your past and what had helped shape the people you had become, while others were far less deep and intimate. There was never a true lull, never a moment where it had been clear that there was nothing left to say, or any residual awkwardness.

If you were silent, you were enjoying the feeling of each other.

“No,” you finally and verbally gave him a response, only after you had dug deeper under the blankets in the nest, “I liked this. It felt…good.”

Your heat had spanned almost all the time you had in NYC, and the two of you were confined to Steve’s place more often than not. The few times you had gone out when your heat had dwindled enough to leave, or even when it was over and you were marked by Steve, you had stayed close.

You didn’t wander far, at most taking a walk around the block just to get some fresh air and take a break from the building. Your plans to meet the team, or at least a few, would have to wait for you although you had brought up the idea of bringing Jake here and showing him Stark Tower.

“He would love it, honestly he would have so much fun.” You had let it slip that it would be a good date idea after Steve had relayed his hesitation toward his courting dates with Jake.

Steve was a dom, through and through he was a dom, but this was still relatively new to him. Steve being able to be with Jake out in public on a date, without fear of backlash or verbal assault was new. He was comfortable with who he was, he was reassured that he wanted both you and Jake wholeheartedly.

However, Steve was born and raised in a time where being an alpha with two omegas, let alone a male and female, was a scandal. Not to mention what would have happened to Steve if the government or army, back then, had found out that he wasn’t as straight as they would have liked him to be.

Back in the 1940s’, anyone who was found to live an ‘alternative lifestyle, would’ve been heavily punished or jailed, and the consequences were even worse in other countries.

Even if Steve had wanted to be open about his bisexuality, they would have silenced him. They would not have allowed that part of him to be out in the open.

Now, when the world was so much more accepting and agreeable, Steve had been proud and open about his feelings.

Even if he was still a little hesitant, he was proud.

“We go home tomorrow.” You muttered, watching the colours of the sunset against the New York City skyline pressed tightly against his body. “It feels good to have a mark.”

“You and Jake bet which of you can have all three first,” Steve’s soft lips trailed along your neck, his teeth lightly nipping your skin, a growl building in his chest when you shuddered and airily whimpered his name, “my money is on you, doll.”

“Me too,” your voice was growing with exhaustion, your eyes fluttering when the heaviness of sleep started to draw you in, your body craving rest.

Steve had drawn the blanket further up the bed, tucking you both in. He had rested his hand against your stomach, fingers curling against Jake’s shirt that you packed with you. You felt the warm caress of his breath against the back of your neck as he sighed softly, mumbling his next greatest wish against your flesh.

He had stumbled forward, his feet caught in the legs of his jeans, barely catching himself from the fall with his free hand. A sense of panic had surged within his veins when he woke up and found the time on the clock mocking him, egregiously reminding him that he could have slept through your arrival home if you managed to catch an earlier flight.

It was a necessity for him to greet you when you got home, he had to be the first one to watch you walk through the door and he had almost missed it.

“Fuck!” Jake’s loud curse had been heard through the closed door, and a chuckle from the other side made him pause.

He hadn’t managed to push himself off the floor before the door had been cracked open and then his eyes were directed to the alpha who had heard the events. Jake felt his mouth going dry, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he sucked in Ari’s scent as drew himself closer.

Jake wasn’t able to look away, he couldn’t have possibly drawn his attention off of Ari’s bare chest and the ridges of his muscles that were draped and framed by a crisp white dress shirt.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” Ari helped lift Jake from the floor, setting him back on his feet. “Let me help you.”

Jake felt heat blistering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the touch of pink afflicting him was endearing to the alpha before him. And when Jake had cleared his throat, glancing away from the intense look in Ari’s eyes, he was greeted with another pulsing surge of his alphas scent.

“Steve said they’ll be here soon.” Ari hadn’t faltered from his task of yanking Jake’s jeans over his ass, his fingers nimbly pushing the button through the hole and then dealing with the zipper all while Jake had been squeaking and purring continuously. “Are you recovered enough?”

Jake had been made to look at Ari when the latter had cupped Jake’s chin. Ari drew Jake into a kiss, lips meeting lips and a soft whimper dying on Ari’s lips. Jake’s hands rest against his shoulders, his fingers clenching against the shirt that remained open.

There hadn’t been any kind of urgency in the kiss, in the exchange of affectionate passion until Jake heard the faint sound of a car door closing from the cracked window, the sound immediately drawing him away from Ari.

“Bear!” Jake yelled his excitement and darted around Ari, tearing himself out of the door and down the stairs until he was just over halfway down and was able to push himself over the railing.

Jake landed on the floor, almost misstepping but caught himself at the last moment. He had pushed past Ransom on the way to the front door, his excitement unfounded as he ripped open the door and screeched your name at the top of his lungs like it was a battle cry.

You had reacted with as much excitement, dropping your bag in the middle of the driveway, and bounding toward Jake. He met you in the entranceway and immediately set to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you from the floor to spin you twice before he set you back down.

You threw your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy toes, slating your lips against his. Jake rested his hands against the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of you as you boldly and unapologetically greet each other with increasing and intense passion.

You had only pulled away when you both needed to catch a breath and when you had, Jake leaned forward and rest his forehead against yours. You both closed your eyes and breathed in each other’s scents, taking your fill of each other as you’d been apart for a week.

“I missed you,” he whispered to you, softly and tenderly, “I missed you so damn much, baby bear.”

“I missed you too.” The world, at least temporarily, was confined to you and Jake.

It was you and him, reuniting even if you hadn’t been separated long. It was Jake’s hands on your body, his chest pressed against yours as you breathed each other in. Your hands pressed against his chest, your fingers curling against him while your head was tipped back and your eyes were locked on each other.

The corner of Jake’s lips twitched a different kind of smile slowly building on his face. He raised a hand from the curve of your ass to the side of your neck where Steve’s mark was, his thumb rushing the healing mark tenderly. A shiver rippled down your spine from the gentle friction created by the pad of his thumb, the raised mark soon to heal, was a claim and a promise of the future.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jake praised you with every intention of making you melt against him, “look at how far we’ve come.”

“Proud of me? I’m proud of you.” Standing on your tippy toes, you pressed your lips to his again in quickened haste. “I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

You finally pulled away from Jake, patting his chest twice before you stepped around him and looked toward Ari and Ransom.

While Ari appeared to be readying himself for work, Ransom was standing nearby with a cup of tea in one hand and his phone in the other.

Ari had been the first you studied, the dress shirt he chose for the day had been left open to draw attention to his wide, broad and toned chest. His long legs are accentuated by the fitted black pants, the image of two creating this alluring and seductive image of your alpha.

“I missed you,” you drew yourself toward him, greeting him with as searing of a kiss as you had given Jake, pressing yourself against his warmth.

You spoke honestly, affectionately and endearingly drawn to the big, thick and strong alpha. You had hugged him, sighing in contentment when he had hugged you in return.

“You look good with that mark on your neck. Gonna let Levinson mark you next?” Ransom’s voice drew you from Ari, and you stepped toward the rich playboy.

Ransom wore the same light blue sweater, with tattered sleeves and a rip on the front, as he had when he dropped you off at the airport. His hair was falling slightly into his eyes, the soft dark strands stirring your attention and as pushed them out of his face, Ransom reached for you.

One had rested on the small of your back, thumb moving languidly in small motions that drew an elicit whisper. You had chirped softly while caught in his gaze, his hands on your body providing a level of security you hadn’t felt yet with him.

“No,” you drew yourself closer to him, the tip of your nose brushing against his, your lips parting with a soft murmur, “I want yours next.”

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years

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

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

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

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

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

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“Up.”

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

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

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

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

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

You hate arm day.

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

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

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

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

“Spot me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It helped burn calories.

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

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

Which makes you think he’s up to something…

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

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

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

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

But Steve doesn’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He is definitely up to something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t let go.

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

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

Lost in him.

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

Well, when he puts it that way…

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

What’s one more baby?

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

But you know there isn’t really one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Breed me, please, Stevie!”

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

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

Just a little more…

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

“Alpha,” you pant.

“Yeah, my little omega moon?”

“Please, fuck another baby into me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want it so bad.

“Please, alpha! More!” You cry.

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

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

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

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

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

It’s all too much.

Far too much!

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

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

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

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

“Stevie,” you call. “Steve!”

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

“The baby-“

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

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

Did he sleep at all?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always up to something.

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

“Maybe,” Steve replies cryptically making you smile.

“All you had to do was ask.”

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

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

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!reader

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Steve finally comes home

Warnings: fluff, implied Sambucky, I had to throw in a couple surprise characters because I love them so much, a/b/o dynamics, pregnant!reader

WC: 950

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Steve sighed as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Today had been exhausting. He had meeting after meeting with people who he didn’t like about things he could care less about. Bucky and Sam were off canoodling somewhere so he had to train with the recruits which resulted in him not being able to burn off the steam he normally could with the other super soldier.

Then, Pietro had run into him and made him spill his coffee all over the shirt you had given him which you doused in your scent. The final straw was the broken elevator in your building so he had to do the 8 floor walk-up hauling all of the groceries for that week. His senses were very overwhelmed and it made him feel sick and sluggish.

He dragged his feet as he reached your floor, broad shoulders slumped, eyes tired and a tight ache in his head that could only be cured with your touch. A big weight lifted from his chest when his key slid into the lock and the dark wood door opened to the warm and cozy apartment.

The smell of cookies and flowers were ever present among the overstuffed sofa and fluffy rugs. A basket of extra blankets and pillows sat in the corner by the gas fireplace, the senior cat, aptly named Fluffmaster, who had been adopted a few months before, sleeping soundly on them. A large pot sat on the stove, the smell of Steve’s favourite stew wafting towards him.

With a deep exhale, his entire body relaxed, a smile overcoming his face. He dropped the canvas bags on the counter, quickly putting away all the food so he could go find you. You were probably taking a nap in your nest, waiting for him to come home. Slipping off his shoes, Steve tiptoed further into the apartment, careful not to wake you if you were sleeping.

You were his safe haven, the one person he wasn’t scared to be himself around. Since the moment you came into his life, he knew you were it, his forever, his omega. And ever since you had gotten pregnant, his heart felt so full, more than he ever thought possible.

Slowly opening the door, his smile widened at the sight before him. Completely surrounded by blankets, you were sound asleep, hand resting on your extended belly, heavy breasts barely contained by the soft cotton bralette which was the only thing that your sensitive chest could handle. Pulling off his shirt and shucking off his jeans, the alpha sighed happily and crawled into the bed behind you, careful not to disturb your nest as he settled on the mattress.

You chirped as you scented him, your unconscious mind seeking out his warmth and comfort. “Go back to sleep ‘mega. Get some rest.” A strong arm wrapped around you, his hand spanning over your stomach, his absolute favourite part of your body. He wedged his muscular thigh between your chubby thighs, taking some of the pressure off your back. You sighed happily, giving a purr that sent a warm feeling through your bond.

Steve kissed your head and allowed his blue eyes to shut, a calmness overcoming him as he drifted to sleep.

“Good evening alpha.” A little voice stirred him from sleep. His arm tightened around what he thought was his perfect little omega but as his eyes fluttered open, he realised he was just holding your body pillow that you used when he couldn’t be next to you. “Omega?” “Right here alpha.”

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, bowl of soup in your hand, his shirt covering your frame. “Long day my love?” “Like you wouldn’t believe.” He grumbled, scooting closer to you, resting his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his blond hair, immediately soothing the pounding headache. “How can I make it better?”

“Tell me about your day.” You motioned for him to sit against the headboard with you, handing him the stew. “Well, Layla came over today with Marc and we had a nice cup of tea together and I gave them those books I found for Steven. Then I started cooking and I watched that new oceans documentary with Fluffmaster and then had a shower and took a nap. The pup was kicking a lot today, they obviously missed their papa a lot.” Steve leaned against you, savouring the food you always made perfectly, the soup warming his belly.

“I missed my babies too. Wish I could’ve stayed home with you both.” “You were out saving the world my love.” You kissed his forehead and took the empty bowl back, placing it on the side table. Steve huffed and placed his head on your large stomach, smiling when the baby gave a small kick right under his ear. “You are my world though.” He whined. “Oh pup.”

He nuzzled in closer to you, needing the comfort of your scent. “I love you.” He whispered to your unborn child. “We love you too alpha.” Your thick arms wrapped around his shoulders, laying a small kiss to the top of his head, “We’ll always be here for you when you need it.” “Do you think you could stop Sam and Bucky from blowing off work to go hookup in their offices?”

You giggled, the sound he loved most in the world, and gave him a big squeeze. “We used to be just as bad my love, give them some slack.” He grumbled but didn’t respond. “How about you take the day off tomorrow and we’ll spend it together. How does that sound?” “That sounds perfect.”

And just like that, Steve was home.

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Eighth day of Christmas: Steve and Fawn

You were stupid excited about today. You’d bought an ice cream maker and when it got delivered it took every ounce of self control you had to not open it.

Okay if you were honest you had opened it but only to fish out the directions so you didn’t mess it up.

You have all the ingredients in the fridge when Steve comes home you pop off the couch where you’ve been working on your latest book.

“Hi!”

“Hi Omega, you seem excited.”

“I am.”

“Have you planned dinner yet or can I make it?”

“You want to? I thought we could just do pizza?”

“I want to. I also have your present upstairs. It’s kind of a repeat, I hope that’s okay.” He looks worried, like you’ll be upset.

“Well, I’ve loved everything you’ve given me so I don’t see this being any different.”

“God I love you.” He murmurs and you laugh softly before pressing a kiss to his lips. “It’s in the bathroom closet. If you wanna go get it I’ll get started on dinner.”

“Okay.” You jog up the stairs and he heads for the kitchen. You know he didn’t have any fires today, which is a massive relief. You find the gift in a bag in the closet then head back downstairs. Steve has some beef out and you can’t help but laugh, you’d expected something milk based, like something with cheese.

“Kinda morbid don’t you think?” You ask stepping into his side and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Maybe a little. But I know you love a good burger.” He isn’t wrong.

You stay curled into his side while he cooks, you talk about your day and Steve presses the occasional kiss to the top of your head.

After dinner he slides your gift to you, it’s an oatmeal milk bath mix.

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“Really?”

“Yea, it’s supposed to make your skin so soft.” You tell him and Steve hums softly, “you wanna take a bath later?”

“Always.” He says with a little smirk and you laugh.

“You ready for yours?”

“Sure.” You pull out all of the ice cream making stuff and his eyes go wide. “Did you get me an ice cream maker?”

“Yup!” You tell him clapping your hands excitedly.

“Sweetheart! Yes!” He pulls you to him and kisses you quickly. “You have so much stuff!” He’s like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but laugh, you love seeing him like this.

You spend the next hour making ice cream. You do a vanilla base with add ins of chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, strawberries and blueberries. The fruit is kind of a miss, it gets too cold when it’s churned but Steve is thrilled with the gift either way. You’ve got to admit you’re pretty proud of this one and you can’t wait to keep trying different add ins.

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Unwanted mate (Steve's version) - Angstober 29

Summary: Rejected. Humiliated. Left outside alone.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!(fem) Reader

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, rejection, unrequited feelings, public nudity (non-sexual), shitty father, scenting, implied kidnapping (maybe?)

A/N: This is Steve’s version of this story Unwanted Mate (Bucky’s version)

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Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

In your world omegas are rare, sacred even.

This doesn’t mean every omega gets treated the way they deserve.

The time has come. The alpha of your pack has chosen your mate for you. He holds your elbow in a tight grip as he guides you along the endless hallways of the sanctuary.

Your heart thunders in your chest, and you silently pray this is not a dream. Alpha Prime chose the most desired alpha for you. The alpha of a befriended pack.

Steven Grant Rogers. He’s as tall and handsome as his name sounds on your tongue, and you hope he’ll be happy with your leader’s choice.

“I want you to be on your best behavior,” Alpha Prime whispers. “I know you are going to be a good omega for Rogers, but…he’s picky. Don’t anger him. He rejected a mate once. A bond with one of our omegas means a strong bond with his pack.”

“Yes, alpha prime,” you reply. “I know my place and will happily take my place next to the alpha you chose for me.”

You hide that Steve Rogers is the star of your restless nights. The first time you got a whiff of his scent you knew, he was your true mate. The blonde ignored your presence during get-togethers most of the time, but you are sure, he only tried to follow the strict rules of your pack.

No courting an omega if she’s not chosen. No contact with an unmated omega without the leader of her pack.

Walking next to the leader of your pack you try to remain calm, and not slick for the alpha he chose for you. Only the thought of being close to the alpha, and that he’ll touch you in front of your packs leaves you breathless.

“He will love you, my dear. You’re exactly what he wanted,” your leader says. “Sweet, smart, and…innocent.” Alpha Prime sounds a little less confident when you step toward Steve Rogers.

The alpha stands in the middle of the sanctuary, surrounded by the alphas of your pack and his. He dips his head to watch your leader and you get closer.

“Alpha prime of Moonstone,” Steve politely acknowledges your leader’s presence. “I see, you came with a gift.” He bows for you, and it makes your heart flutter wildly. “What can you tell me about her?”

“Alpha prime of Howling commando,” your leader reflects the respectful gesture. “This is Y/N Y/L/N. I chose her for you, Rogers of the howling commando.”

“I will consider your offering, Fury of Moonstone,” the alpha says. He holds out his hand for you. “Come here. Let our packs see you.”

You place your trembling hand into his large palm and allow Steve to lead you toward the middle of the sanctuary. “Don’t be afraid, doll. No one will hurt you here. You are among friends and allies.”

His voice is soft, but his eyes darken as you tremble in front of him. Steve shoves the thin robe you’re wearing down your shoulders, exposing your body to him and the packs.

“Omega,” Steve addresses you with your presentation. “Present for me.”

You immediately tilt your head to expose your untouched mating gland. Steve wraps his hand around your neck to run his thumb over your mating gland.

“Untouched in any way,” the leader of your pack casually says. It’s crude to talk about you like this, but in this world, it’s a normal procedure. He doesn’t mean to degrade or embarrass you. “She’s only yours.”

Steve hums, and drops his hand to your chest, warm hand running over one of your breasts. “So responsive,” he purrs feeling your nipple hardening under his touch.

The alpha leans closer to sniff at your neck, inhaling deeply. You only hope he can’t smell your arousal because you don’t want to be a needy omega close to this powerful alpha. “She smells pleasant but—”

Your breath catches in your throat as he steps away. Steve looks at you for a moment, considering his decision before he picks your robe up to throw it at you.

“She’s not the one I want,” the finalty in his voice makes every alpha in the room gasp. “I cannot mate her.”

The leader of your pack wraps you in his coat. He shakes his head at Steve as the alpha steps away, not sparing you another glance.

“You reject this perfect omega?” Your leader asks, stepping in front of you to protect you. The alphas of your pack follow his lead. They crowd you to make sure none of the foreign alphas tries to take advantage of your vulnerable state.

“I cannot mate her.”

Something inside of you breaks at his words. You don’t know what it is, but it causes physical pain. Breathing gets harder and you clutch your hands to your chest.

Moments ago, the alpha touched you gently, even called your scent pleasant only to reject you in front of all the alphas you know, and respect.

“So be it,” Fury booms. He turns his back on Steve, a sign of disrespect. “My dear, go with Maria. She will help you.” He softly speaks to you, nodding at his right-hand woman, and one of the rare female alphas in your pack. “Maria, make sure she’s comfortable after this disrespectful treatment.”

“I chose not to mate that omega,” Steve argues. “I have the right to reject her.”

“You rejected every omega so far,” Fury turns back around to glare at Steve with his good. “No one ever disrespected a member of my pack the way you did today. There will be no bond between our packs. Not now. Not ever.”

Fury’s words are final. He doesn’t listen when Bucky, Steve’s right-hand man and second in commando tries to reason with his leader. The leader of your pack walks away, and his pack follows him.

“And some of the scent killer please,” your voice is barely above a whisper today. After Steve rejected you in front of your pack, it’s hard for you to feel like yourself. Your bubbly personality got swallowed by the dark pit in your chest that Steve left of your heart.

“Which one?” The clerk politely asks. “Miss?”

“I’m not sure.” Unsure which scent killer you should buy you helplessly glance at the clerk. “Can you recommend one? I must hide my scent and never did this before.”

“No problem, miss. That’s my job. We will find the right scent killer for you.”

“She’s hiding in her room all day, alpha prime. All day she’s weeping and whimpering. We thought after you chose her to become Steve Rogers’ mate that she’d leave her home. What shall we do now? A rejected omega is worthless to her family.”

“You should not talk like that about your daughter,” Fury’s jaw ticks as he stares at your father. “Y/N did nothing wrong. She got wronged by Steve Rogers. I was sure she was the mate he wanted and then he rejected her without a reason. This is on me, not her.”

“Alpha prime,” your father gasps. “Don’t defend my unworthy daughter. Something must be wrong with her. She always had her head in the clouds, and her nose in a book. No wonder the alpha rejected her. Maybe we should send her to a convent.”

“What are you saying? This is insanity!”

“No alpha will claim her now, alpha prime. Another prime rejected her. There is no hope. She’s a liability, nothing else.”

“I’m responsible for her downfall, I’ll take the blame,” Fury raises to his full height. He uses his alpha voice to make your father pliant. “If you want to send her off, I’ll take her in. She will not be punished for my mistake.”

His scent hits you out of nowhere. For weeks you didn’t leave the house only to scent the alpha rejecting you close by the moment you left the safety of your sanctuary at Fury’s house.

“No,” you whisper and drop your gaze. “He can’t be here. I must—” You walk in the opposite direction to get away from his scent.

It must be a cosmic joke that you run into the alpha breaking you down to nothing after you managed to leave your bed for the first time in days.

“I knew it was you. Wait,” his voice makes you stop in your tracks. You want to fight your instinct, but his alpha command forces you to wait for him. “I scented you from across the street.”

Steve steps behind you to bury his face in your neck. “I need to go.” You weakly reply. “Let me go.”

“I scented you, and knew it was you,” he repeats while sniffing along your neck. “Fury took you away that day and didn’t let me explain things. I couldn’t mate you because of an old bond I had to break first.”

“I don’t understand…” you sniffle silently. “Please let me go.”

“My first omega, I lost her years ago. When we were both still so young. Barely grown pups. I wanted to be sure that I could move on and visit her grave. But the leader of your pack insisted on meeting you too soon. I wasn’t…ready,” he breathes in your neck. “I had to say goodbye to Peggy first.”

“It’s been months,” you argue. “You should find a new omega then. Maybe one suiting your taste and fulfilling your every wish.”

“I talked to your pack leader a month ago. He refused to let me court you,” Steve nuzzles you. “He said, I need to earn the right to court you, and that he won’t force you to become my mate.”

“I cannot become your mate. You rejected me. Our rules say, you lost the right to mate me,” you sigh feeling his nose brush your mating gland. “I cannot become yours, and I don’t want to. Not anymore.”

“I was a fool and tried to fight my instinct. I knew the moment you stood in front of me that I’d do anything for you, and I will,” he wraps his arms around your waistline. “I don’t give a shit about Fury’s rules. You’ll be mine…”

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The sun ☀️, the moon 🌙, and the stars ✨

Chapter 11: heat of the moment

Pairing: alpha!steve Rogers x alpha!sam Wilson x alpha!bucky Barnes x omega!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warning: smut! All the smut… I don’t think I’ve ever written so much smut for one chapter! Heat, ruts, claiming, biting, bond marks little tiny bit of insecure reader at the end. Some oral (f receiving), tiny bit of choking (you’ll see),

A/N:I’m surprised wrote this so quickly but I had been thinking about this chapter for a while. As always let me know your thoughts, I appreciate the reblogs and comments it hyped me up to write more.

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“My heat?”

“Yeah sunshine. It makes sense we’ve been around each other nonstop for the last week and a half. It was bound to happen.”

“But it didn’t feel so-so bad last time.” You whined.

“Possibly because you’ve been with the three of us constantly.” Sam says. “What do you want to do, sunshine? We can get Bruce here to help get rid of the symptoms or…”

“Or what?”

“We could help you through it. But it’s your choice if we claim you or not.” Steve says.

“Would you want to?” Your voice was small and you were afraid that they’d say no.

“Of course we do, you’re our best girl.” Bucky speaks up.

“I’d like that. To have your marks, all three of you.” You said before groaning when you felt more slick forming between your legs. It didn’t help that their scents were stronger now, this was just your body’s way of reacting to them.

“Ok, sweetheart. Everything is your choice, we’ll do what you want. Who do you want first?”

You looked at the three of them wide eyed.

“Sunshine, you’re ok. You’re safe with us. Just say the word and we’ll stop ok?”

You nodded, your brain foggy and thinking about only one thing.

“Use your words baby.”

“What I say goes.”

“Good girl.” Sam purrs out as he sat down in the nest you’d built.

Before Steve and Bucky left you and Sam, you practically demanded their shirts to add to the nest. Their scents helped soothe you. Any of them would have been a good choice as your first but Sam had been the one you connected with first. He had eased your worries about being in a relationship not only with an alpha but with the three of them. It would only make sense that as your hindbrain took over that you’d seek that same comfort in this part of the relationship.

“Tell me what you want, omega?”

“You. I want you alpha.” You whined as you straddled his thick thighs.

Sam didn’t stop you when you played with the hem of his t-shirt and then pulled it over his head. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times and you’ve even had a few make out sessions that also ended with him shirtless but this was different. Sam placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer before crashing his lips into yours. He only pulls away to take off your shirt and then his lips are on your neck and chest until he takes your nipple in his mouth. Your hips jerk forward as a reaction to his ministrations. Especially when his hand finds its place between your thighs and is expertly teasing your clit.

“Sam please.”

“I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” He murmured against your skin.

Without warning he ripped the leggings you were wearing. Which was a good thing because you felt like you were burning up.

“Is all this for me?” Sam said with a cocky smirk as he felt the wetness that pooled between your legs.

“Alpha, please. Need you.”

“So pretty when you beg, omega.”

Sam moved you back slightly, enough to pull down his sweats. At any other moment you would have realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear but right now you were more interested in getting some sort of relief. Your attention was on his hardened length and instinctively you wrapped your hand around it and began to move it up and down. You preened when he moaned out your name.

“Y/N, are you sure you want this? Do you want me to claim you?” He asked one more time before he completely lost himself. You couldn’t tell yet but his rut was being triggered just by your heightened scent alone.

“Yes alpha. Want your mark and your knot.”

Sam growled at that and then an arm wrapped around you, pulling you up so that he could line himself up with your entrance. Your breath hitched as you lowered yourself onto him. You had been with a beta once but he didn’t compare to Sam. Sam was bigger, you were sure they would all be. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable at the beginning. He was gently running his hands up and down your thighs to keep you grounded and kissing your neck and chest to distract you. Once you were fully seated and you had a chance to get used to him, he cursed under his breath.

“Are you good, sunshine?”

“Mhm.”

“Take your time baby, I’m all yours. It’s just us, nothing else matters.” Sam smiles up at you as his hands move to your hips.

But you couldn’t wait anymore and you rolled your hips. You moaned as you did it once and a second time. Sam helps you build a steady rhythm by guiding your hips. Soon that isn’t enough and your hands are on his shoulders as you start to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck ‘mega. Feel so good, taking me so well.” Sam mutters. The grip he has on your hips tightens as he starts to take control. It causes more slick to drip from your center and you whine. “Make a mess on my cock ‘mega. Just like that.”

“Alpha, please.” You beg. “W-wanna cum.” You were right there on the edge of bliss but you needed a small push.

His scent was intoxicating, the way Sam held you close was comforting but it was the way he looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world that made you throw your head back. Giving him easy access so that he could claim you. Sam shifted under you a bit, planting his feet firmly and thrusting up into you. That was all you needed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. It was sudden the wave of pure bliss crashed over you. Sam nearly growled as you clenched around him. Then you felt his teeth break skin but there was no pain, not when he helped you through your orgasm.

You were panting and resting your forehead against his shoulder while he rolled his hips a few more times before his knot locked you into place. He guided you to his neck, urged you to claim him just as he had you and you did it happily and he came with a grunt of your name.

The bond snapped into place and you’d never felt so alive or connected to anyone before.

“So good for me ‘mega.” Sam said softly as he pulled a blanket over you. He kissed your temple. You wanted to say something but you were so tired, your eyelids felt heavy. “It’s ok. Just rest.”

Without a worry in the world you relaxed against him and closed your eyes.

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“Sam?” You called out as you woke up, worried he had left you.

“I’m right here sunshine.” He poked his head out from the bathroom and smiled at you.

Warmth spread through your chest as you made eye contact and your hand flew to your neck. There you found his mark on you and his smile brightened even more.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Great actually but…”

“But?”

“A little sore.” You said, a bit afraid he’d be upset but he smirked instead. Pride flooded the bond.

“Yeah you are.”

“Sam!” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and more slick formed at the thought of what you had done with him.

“It’s ok baby. I have just the thing for you.”

He walked out of the bathroom and without missing a beat he picked you up. The bathroom was warmer and there were a few candles set up. The bathtub was filled with water and you could smell whatever scented oils he used. There were a few flower petals floating on top too. Sam turned in order to set you down in the tub but your grip on his neck tightened.

“Get in with me?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Of course.”

Sam got in first and then you did, sitting between his legs and resting your back against his chest. His fingers delicately drew patterns up and down your arm and you sighed contently.

“Thank you.” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?”

“Everything. You’ve been wonderful.”

“Baby, I’d do anything for you. We all would.” He says.

“I know.” You turn to look at him. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful and I’d do anything for the three of you.”

Sam smiles and places a gentle, loving kiss on your lips.

“Well all I want you to do for me right now is to get comfortable again and enjoy this bath before things get intense again.”

You smile and do as he says, enjoying the feel of his kiss on his mark.

Sam had placed you back in your nest. He cuddled with you a bit longer but as your heat built up again he knew it was time for him to let Steve or Bucky in. Even though he was reluctant to do so. Even amongst a pack like theirs possessiveness was bound to happen during an omega’s first heat with her alphas if there were more than one. He knew it was ridiculous to feel that way but he couldn’t help it.

With one last kiss to your forehead Sam got out of the nest you’d built that now smelled like sex. He was replaced by Bucky at your request. You sighed happily when you felt his vibranium hand caress your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky checked in with you.

“Bad, need you.”

“I know, moonbeam. I’m gonna take care of you now.” Bucky cooed. “Do you still want this? Want my mark on your neck?”

You only nodded as you felt that all familiar fuzziness taking over.

“Use your words darling.”

“Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl.” Bucky smirked as you preened.

He pulled back the blanket you’d been wrapped up in, leaving you bare for him. Bucky inhaled deeply as the sweet scent of French lavender, violets and honey that usually lulled him into a sense of calm, now made him feel alive in a different way. He couldn’t help but settle in between your legs. His lips moving up your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses. Bucky didn’t waste any time as he licked a long stripe from your weeping entrance to your clit. He growled at your taste before sealing his lips around your bundle of nerves.

You gasped at the sensation and your hands found their way into Bucky’s hair. The sweet sounds you were making were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Soon enough he slowly started using a finger to fuck you.

“So fucking good omega.” He murmured against your mound before he started to flick his tongue over your clit.

“Alpha please.”

If the heat alone wasn’t enough, Bucky’s very talented mouth wiped all functions from your brain. You knew what you wanted but you couldn’t ask for it. Not with the way he was using two fingers to find that spongy spot inside. The need low in your belly built quickly and you found yourself grinding against his face.

“Be a good girl and cum for your alpha.” Bucky growled and it sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. You moaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It took a moment to come down from that high but when you did Bucky was gently caressing your cheek. He smiled at you when you finally looked up at him.

“So pretty when you cum, omega. I wanna see you do it on my knot.”

“Please alpha.” You reached for him and he gladly ducked his head and kissed you. Another moan escapes your lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky moves to hover over you without breaking the kiss. Your legs part willingly as he settles himself in between them. When you feel his cock, already hard and leaking precum, against your heat you roll your hips.

“So desperate ‘mega. Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips and you moaned.

You nod and whine as he pulls away slightly. Bucky lines himself up, groaning as he pushes in.

“Look at that, you were made just for me.”

His hands find yours and he puts them over your head, pinning them with one hand. Bucky is slow with a roll of his hips. As much as he wanted to go fast and hard, he remembered that you were more delicate. He had much more restraint than he realized, even when you sounded so pretty.

“Alpha…”

“What do you want, omega? Tell me.” He ran his nose along your neck and he placed a kiss over Sam’s mark before giving your breasts attention.

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Faster. Harder.”

The growl that rumbled in his chest had you clenching around him.

“Are you sure about that darling? Think you can handle me fucking you like that?”

“Yes, please. Need it.”

Bucky smirked, his eyes completely dark and full of lust. His hand letting go of yours and traveling down your body until they’re at your hips. He pulled away from you, sitting up on his haunches and pulling you with him. Bucky snaps his hips once, testing out if that’s really what you want. You throw your head back with a moan as you hold on to his forearms. He does it again and again until he’s built a rhythm that is pushing you to the edge. He knows it just by the way you flutter and clench around him, that and the chorus of yes and alpha that pour out from your mouth.

When you finally reach your peak and you’re engulfed in pure pleasure, Bucky leans over and marks you. You feel his teeth break skin and then his tongue runs over the new mark. The next thing you feel is his knot and you will yourself to look up at him. He’s so beautiful like this, completely blissed out and barely holding back. Bucky offers you his neck and you claim him just how he had done with you. His knot catches and keeps him in place as he whispers your name. With a few final sloppy thrusts, Bucky cums.

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you with him so that you’re laying on top of him completely. With a satisfied sigh and a smile on both your lips you let sleep take you as Bucky mutters praises in your ear.

****

To your surprise Bucky is still in the nest with you. He was seated up with his back resting against the pillows you had placed to the side earlier. He smiles as you look up at him.

“Hey there sleepyhead.”

“Hey.” You sit up and move to straddle his thighs and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, just wanna be close to you.”

You missed Bucky’s sweet smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close for a few minutes, just enjoying the new bond that had been formed between the two of you.

“You need to drink some water.” He muttered a few minutes later. You pulled back to see he had a water bottle close by as well as some snacks. “Gotta keep your energy up, darling.” He said when he followed your eyes.

“I don’t want to eat.”

“What, all you wanna do is fuck?” He teases.

“Yeah.” You teased right back and he laughed. It was still a new and strange sensation, feeling his happiness through the bond. Along with that feeling Sam’s curiosity piqued.

“Just a few bites of something darling. Let me take care of you.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.” Bucky’s praise sent a shiver up your spine.

The rest of the time with Bucky was spent cuddling and napping. You weren’t sure what time it actually was but you didn’t care as you were lulled to sleep with the coolness of Bucky’s left hand on your forehead.

The door opens slowly to reveal Steve. He was shirtless and was wearing sweats that hung low on his hips. The sight was mouth watering. He had a smirk on his face and a dark, lust blown look in his eye.

“Hi my sweet starlight.” He said as he walked in and closed the door.

“Hi.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Just you.” You whispered.

“Good answer.”

Although Steve is radiating the confidence that comes with being the head of the pack, both the team and personal, he’s gentle as he gets into the nest. He still understands how vulnerable you are at the moment. Steve hovers over you as he crashes his lips against yours. This kiss is more dominant and all consuming than any you’d shared before. You moan against his lips as his hands find your breasts and palms them.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks against your lips and you nod. “Do you want more?” You nod again.

“Please alpha, need more.”

“Then present for your alpha.” He whispered in your ear.

The command left no room for argument. Not that you would, the growl laced within it spoke directly to your inner omega. You scrambled to get on your hands and knees. Just for good measure you lowered your chest toward the floor and wiggled your hips for him. You heard his groan and then felt a sting on your ass from where he smacked you.

“Such a tease. You’ve been doing it for weeks.” He mutters before smacking your ass again after hearing your moan.

“You’re a tease.”

“Is that what you think baby?”

“Yes.” You say breathlessly as you feel Steve shift behind you and run his hardened length between your folds to gather the slick that has accumulated there.

“No more teasing then. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

“Please alpha.” You wiggle your ass for him one more time before he buries himself inside you in one thrust.

That was enough to knock the wind out of your lungs and your mouth to hang open. Steve could feel you clenching around him and it took everything in him to not fuck you into oblivion. At least not yet, he knew he needed to ease into it. Steve pulled back slowly and immediately you felt empty so you pushed back into him.

“Someone’s desperate.” He teases while grabbing your hips to keep you in place.

Then he pushes back into your warm cunt. Steve leaves a trail of kisses up your spine while he ruts into you.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” He whispers into your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Steve straightens up and starts to thrust harder and faster. You grip the pillow closest to you as you take every inch of him. He’s turned you into putty in his hands and all you can do is moan and writhe beneath him.

It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling that fire deep in your belly build. It’s obvious to Steve that you’re close with the way you’re making a mess and fluttering around his cock. His hand snakes around your body and wraps around your throat and he pulls you up. Steve moves his free hand from your hip to your clit, giving you added stimulation.

“Alpha… So good.” You said, over and over again.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? I know you are. I can feel you squeezing me. So fucking tight.”

The combination of his filthy words, thrusts and hand between your legs was enough. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and the only thing keeping you up is Steve’s arms around you. His head is buried in your neck and that’s when you realized he’s left his mark on your neck. Before you can enjoy the feeling, Steve is pulling away and laying you down on your back before settling between your legs again. He smiles down at you while he lines himself up again.

This time when you look at him you can see the tenderness in his eyes. He’s gentle and caring with how he searches for his own release. Your hand comes up to caress his cheek as he whispers your name as he finds his own bliss and exposes his next to you. His knot seals you together for the moment, but your mark on his neck seals you together forever. Before moving Steve peppers kisses all over your face. Then as carefully as he can he moves to lay on his side. Your leg thrown over his hip and his arms around your waist to keep you close.

****

You’re cuddled up next to Steve when an overwhelming feeling washes over you. You can’t stop the silent tears that slip through your lashes and fall on his bare chest. He pulled back to get a better look at you at the sensation and noticed the tears.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he sits up, bringing you with him. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. There’s no real way to explain it. Soon the door to the room opens to reveal Bucky and Sam. They both have worried expressions on their faces.

“Talk to me baby. What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

“No, I just- I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels like a lot.” You said as you moved into Steve’s lap looking for comfort.

The three alphas look at each other, concerned that maybe they moved too fast. The last thing they wanted was to make you feel forced or trapped in a relationship.

“I’ve been so alone for most of my life. But now I have you, all of you. What if I’m not go-“

“Don’t even think about it.” Bucky cut you off. “We’ve talked about this darling. On our date remember.” He was sitting beside Steve so that you could see him. “Feeling like we don’t belong but we do, you do. That feeling right now, I know it. I felt the same way when I was first mated and bonded.”

“You did?”

“Yeah I did. It took me a while to figure out what that overwhelming feeling that sits right,” he leans forward and touches your chest. “There. It’s the bond and more importantly what you’re feeling is love. It’s the love we have for you.”

“You love me?”

“Sweetheart of course we do.”

“We love you so much.”

“Absolutely.”

They all said at the same time.

“I- I love you too. All of you.” You admitted.

That feeling in your chest warmed you from the inside out. Steve tipped your head back and kissed you softly.

“You have us and we never want you to doubt your place in our pack.” Sam adds. “I don’t think you’ve realized it but you’ve got us wrapped around your finger, sunshine.”

The following few days were a blur. Sam, Bucky and Steve’s rut started a few hours after your heat. The four of you were a tangled mess of limbs within the confines of your nest. They took care of you and you returned the favor.

It was overwhelming and scary, comforting and safe. The more you settled into the bond the more at home you felt. Never again would you be alone. You had your pack to make you feel safe and loved and cherished.

In those first few days understanding the bond and the connection with all three alphas was confusing. But then it clicked. You realized you were more than true mates, your souls were connected too.

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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

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𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

WARNINGS: A/B/O Dynamics, Sexual Themes, Polyandry, M/F/M, Angst, Mentions of violence, Alpha x Omega, Ruts and Heats, Threesomes, Oral (F and M recieving), Eventual Soft!dark themes, Manipulation, Breeding Kink, Graphic depictions of violence, Dark Themes.

PAIRINGS: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark Kent, Soft!Dark Clark x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve x Reader.

CHAPTERS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

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Brat Taming: Part 7

Ari’s hands were at your shoulders, his fingers brushing against your collar bone, his chest to your back and the scrape of his beard against your cheek. He was a formidable figure in his height and width, coming only behind Steve by mere inches in difference, yet he was an alpha who was as gentle as he was kind. Ari had called you into the office with the intention to tell you that he had given you the time off to visit NYC, though there was a bonus.

His lips were soft and plump, grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered adoringly with soft dulcet sounds that had steered you further toward a place of greater acceptance of what this all was.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, there’s no doubt in my mind that Steve’s gonna treat you like a princess.” Ari had hummed after he spoke, fingers lightly massaging you as he shifted them again to brush the pads of his fingers against your scent glands.

“Thank you for the time off,” you were putty in his hands, you both knew it, “I appreciate it.”

“Before you go, tell me, honey…” Ari grabbed hold of your chin and tilted your head, directing you to look at him. “Tell me how long you’ve been in love with Jake.”

There was no denying it, there was no possible way you could have hidden it from him. Of the three, Ari held the most neutral ground and had been the voice of reason between Steve and Ransom. Of the three, Ari seemed as if he would be the most accepting and open to having you and Jake bond with each other. There was a stigma and a certain set of expectations for omegas to be with alphas and only alphas, and the fact that you and Jake had loved each so much wouldn’t have been so accepted by some people. You and Jake spent your entire lives loving each other without having much hope to be together. It was this impossible situation that had made you and Jake seek to find alphas as buffers because if you couldn’t be together in the open then at least you could have each other in a pack.

“Ari-“

“I’m not angry, baby. I’m not mad or upset.” Ari had helped turn you to face him, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he stared deep into your eyes, his soul searching yours and yours searching his in exchange. “To keep a secret like that for so long, it has to be hard. Be honest with me, princess.”

“I’ve…” you swallowed and turned into his hand, your eyes fluttering closed as a few silent tears rolled down your cheeks and your throat tightened painfully. “I’ve been in love with Jake since we were kids. I’ve always known, I’ve always been bound to him every if we couldn’t be together in that way.”

“Y/N, sweet omega…” Ari had dried your tears and pliantly rest your head against his chest, stroking your back as you leaned into him fully, your arms slowly snaking around his waist.

“You have nothing to worry about with us. You don’t have to fear repercussions from me, not from us. You, Jake and I will approach Steve and Ransom as a pack. We’ll tell the others how you feel about each other, you don’t have to do this alone.” Ari’s chest rumbled against your ear, the sound soothing to you and it had been the first true and honest breakthrough you’d had with Ari.

“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, feeling relief from his encouragement and safeguarding, “Ari you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“You and Jake are my omegas, Y/N.” Ari leaned down to kiss the top of your head, his lips lingering. “You’re ours and we have a duty to protect and provide for you. No matter what.”

Jake curled his arm around your waist and flexed his fingers as he grabbed a handful of his shirt that you had stolen from him, pawing at the cotton while you rest in his lap. Your feet were tucked onto his thigh adorned with the gift Ransom had given you, the first courting gift you had accepted from him. There was a movie playing in the background, something put on to cut the silence that lingered as the two of you had lounged together.

“I was worried about you, but Ari reassured me-“ Jake had begun speaking and was softly cut off by you.

“Jake,” you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head so you could look into his eyes, and then you leaned in and kissed him softly, “thank you for your concern. Ransom…he stepped up.”

“Heard he beat the shit outta that alpha,” Jake mumbled against your lips, his hands rising from the back of your legs to your thighs, “I would’ve killed him.”

“I see you’ve got a mark,” you teased and tapped the claim that was already healing, one alpha down, “nice one from Ari.”

“They’re good alphas,” Jake confirmed what hadn’t really needed to be vocalized and then turned his head to kiss into your palm, “oh baby bear…they’re so good.”

“I know,” you confirmed with the soft swirling of your scents, the two mixing as one, “they’re all good in their ways.”

“I have a trip with Steve to NYC.” You sighed and brushed and ran your fingers through Jake’s hair as he mindlessly traced patterns into your flesh. “I think…I’m gonna let him mark me.”

“Yeah?” Jake’s voice was softened, the usual moments you craved and loved seemingly deepening. “He’s good, he cares about you.”

“He is good, he’s…I find comfort in Steve.” You rubbed your cheek against Jake’s shoulder and your eyes fluttered closed while you inhaled his scent and let it fill your every sense, letting the soft coils of who he was in every possible way envelop you.

“You’re old souls, or you have kindred spirits. You’re very good together.” Jake complimented with a genuineness that was rooted in adoration and affection, softly playing with you as you were playing with him. “We can be together this way, we can have what he couldn’t have had before.”

“They’re good, Jake.” You nestled yourself closer, the two of you comfortably wrapped in each other as tenderness fluctuated with every other possible devoting emotion. “All of them, in their way.”

“They’re going to love us, just like we love them. I know it.” He kissed the top of your head and sat in silence for another few moments before he softly and gently picked you up and started carting you off toward the bedroom.

“A blanket fort?” You wondered, looking at him through your lashes as his bright and charming smile grew.

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

The Beamer sat idling as Ransom had dug around in the space behind the driver’s seat, few locks of his dark hair falling into his face as he rummaged. His eyes were fixated and focused while you were watching him, studying his features with a new perspective.

It was so easy to look at the confident alpha and see nothing but him in his arrogance with an unmatched ego. It was so easy to look at Ransom Drysdale as a spoiled alpha who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, who had come from money and always would have money and yet there was so much more to him. What you had seen from first meeting him to the place you had gotten now with few chips in his thick armour, had given you a clear look at the man who was more than you expected.

Ransom had come from a family that put wealth and money, power and influence above all else and as a result had created monsters for children and grandchildren. You had only heard how Linda had talked to Ransom from Jake and Ransom himself, and it was enough to make your blood boil. Hearing the way his mother and father, the way his aunts and uncle had spoken about Ransom as if he was nothing more than a spoiled brat who hadn’t lifted a finger in his life was both unfair and uncouth. Yes, Ransom was a spoiled rich alpha and yes, he was an ass at the best of times, but there was more to him than they were giving him credit for.

Ransom had proven to you, even the little that he had, that he was a better alpha, a better man than you expected.

“I know you’re afraid of flying,” Ransom had finally grasped the object he was looking for and pulled the wrapped box from behind his seat to set it in your lap, “I got you something to calm your nerves.”

He had spoken so blasé about this. He had not given you any indication of how he had known you had a slight fear of flying but not only had he known about your fear but he was giving you a care package of sorts as another courting gift. The fuzzy bear socks he had given you were safely tucked into your luggage and set in the small trunk, waiting to be removed and checked in. His first genuine courting gift that you had accepted was safely stowed away and out of reach, but now you would have more of him to take with you.

“How did you know?” You questioned Ransom while you were starting to pull the wrapped lid from the top of the box, taking your time and idly running your fingertips against the edge of the box.

“Your heart’s been racing since we pulled up to the curb, your scent is reflecting your nervousness; it’s fainter.” Ransom had rested his left elbow on the frame of his Beemer and kept his right hand on the gear shift, fingernails taping against the leather. “I got you some things.”

You averted your eyes and looked at the contents of the box, his courting gifts sitting inside the box had been varied, with the common theme relating to travel. The first you could see was a pair of in-ear noise cancelling headphones that were meant to be as comfortable as they were effective. Below the headphones was an e-reader that had already been placed in a case and you had a suspicion that your favourite books were already loaded and waiting for you to read. It was another item to comfort you, and below that was another gift; another piece of the care package.

An eye mask was below the e-reader that was meant to be both cooling and soothing as it was infused with aloe and lavender, the soft material meant to ease your anxieties. Along with the eye, mask were a few tubes of roll-on essential oils that would help keep you calm and cool as you took off flying.

“Ransom,” you had gripped the box tightly while you looked everything over a few times with wonderment stealing your ability to truly gather your thoughts, “thank you, this is amazing. I can’t…believe you picked up on it.”

“You’re not exactly subtle about your fear of flying, kitten.” Ransom quipped with a half-smirk on his face, alluding to that arrogance that was a defence tactic. “You project-“

“Thank you,” you undid your seatbelt and tossed the strap to the side and then you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, cutting him off with physical and verbal appreciation, “you’re a better alpha than I expected.”

Ransom in turn had rested his hand against the back of your neck and held you in place to both deepen the kiss and stop you from pulling away. “Behave, kitten. Be a good omega for old man Rogers and leave space for my mark.”

“Why? You think you’ll be next?” You teased and pulled away from him, pushing the lid back on the box before you popped open your door and started to get out of his vehicle, moving in synchronization with Ransom.

“I like my odds.” Ransom had slammed the door behind him and walked around to the back of the Beemer, grabbing the edge of the trunk and lifting it. “I already have a temporary mark on you, that’s more than anyone else has.”

“I’m letting him mark me.” You had claimed, a slight shake to your hand as you reached for your luggage and yanked it out of the trunk. “That’s a good idea, right? I mean-“

“You’ll be fine, kitten.” Ransom, in another play of tenderness, had cupped your cheek. “Toy Soldier wouldn’t have it in himself to hurt you, and if he does give me a call.”

“What? You’ll fly and come get me?” You hadn’t been able to pull yourself away from his hold, not when he was looking at you with such a strong conviction.

“I’ll break every speed record to come to get you.” He had vowed, he promised without fail and had only let go when you stepped away from the Beemer with your luggage in hand. “Have fun.”

“Thank you, Ransom.” You had only reached into the Beemer to grab your carry-on and the box of gifts and then you had stepped onto the curb and away from him. You got yourself centred and organized, then started making your way toward the front doors of the airport, listening for the sound of Ransom’s Beemer to take off.

Steve was waiting for you when you arrived with Ransom with an iced coffee that had your name and specifications on the clear plastic, and in his other hand was a book. He had appeared in the airport looking casual in everyday clothes that shouldn’t have been as captivating as they were, and yet when you had seen him waiting for you it was impossible to pull your eyes off of him.

He was wearing a dark leather jacket that had a few scuffs around the end of the sleeves and had accentuated his broad shoulders and firm chest. His dark grey shirt beneath had been pulled across his chest in an expanse that made you want to sneak your hands beneath his shirt to feel the hard ridges of his pectorals and further down to his stomach. His legs were lengthened by dark wash jeans that were well fitting as they drew attention to his height and power that was coursing through his entire body.

“Ready to go, doll?” He had offered to take your luggage from you in exchange for the coffee, and as you had made the switch, Steve had leaned in and kissed the top of your head, mumbling quietly. “I know you’re scared, I’m right here with you.”

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Day 2

Luna - prequel

Alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!black female reader

Warning: 18+ only!!! Contains: smut, a/b/o content, scenting, light stalking, cheating, canon level violence, that’s all 👀

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Fuck omegas. He was done with them. They were needy and clingy and required far too much work.

Maybe he’d give Sharron another shot. There was nothing wrong with dating another alpha.

Until he wanted to be on top.

Until they had an argument about who was got their way.

Until he left the seat up one fucking time and she acted like it was a war crime.

No. No more alphas.

Maybe a beta. They could be calm and placid. Willing to go along with anything. Always deferring to his superior authority.

Until they had to make a decision about dinner, or paint, or trips, or anything.

He sighed while watching his ex pack up the last of her things and move back to her sister’s house.

Maybe he just needed to be single for a while…

“It’s supoosed to be warm this evening. We can go play ball in the park. How’s that sound, Steve? Steve? Earth to Steven?” Sam called, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Yo!” Bucky clapped bringing the alpha back to the bar they were currently having drinks in.

“What?” Steve grunts blinking at the brunet across from him.

“Ball? Park? Tonight?”

“Fine.”

“Someone’s been a bit spacey lately,” Natasha smirks into her cocktail while giving him a pointed glance.

“Ever since Peggy broke up with him, he’s been so out of it,” Sam sighs shaking his head in pity.

“It was mutual,” Steve mutters. They agreed that this was for the best. He was tired of her acting like an alpha and she was tired of him being an alpha. It was all just fucked. He sighs taking a sip of his own drink. God, when did it get so hot? “Hey! Can I get another?” He asks flagging down a waitress who quickly nods and scampers off.

“This is the third beer you’ve given up on, Stevie,” Bucky sighs. “You need some pussy and you need it fast.”

“I’m taking a break.”

“Well, it’s been long enough. Time to get back out there.”

Steve just groans and buries his face in his hands.

“Go easy on him. Not all of us can move on like you.” Nat runs her fingers through the blond’s locks, pushing it out of his face. “It’s okay to wait. The right one will find you.”

“Easy for you to say,” Steve grumbles into his hands.

“I’ve lived in thirty countries and I didn’t find Bruce until I moved here,” she retorts sharply.

“So, I need to move?”

“So, you need to stop trying to make something happen,” Sam explains.

Steve just heaves another sigh and lets another beer get warm in front of him.

You take a deep breath of the fresh air that pockets in the middle of the city. It was crisp with the promise of fall but still warm enough to not need a sweater. And the moon was so big and beautiful and bright! It was like daylight out despite it being almost 9.

Perfect.

You close your eyes and hold out your arms as a cool evening breeze rushes past you. This was the best time of year. Halloween stuff was already for sale and you got your costume for your best friend’s annual party.

Absolutely nothing could bring you down.

“Oof!”

Except the wind being knocked out of you. You felt like you just got punched but whatever it was large and round.

You fall butt first to the grass below you gripping whatever hit you square in the stomach.

Tears spring from your eyes before you can even register what is happening.

“Shit!” You hear a distant voice and foot falls against the grass. “Are you okay? That was all my fault!” A deep voice explains while you attempted to access if you were dying.

“You idiot! Why’d you throw that so hard?” A female voice joins the other. “She looks really hurt.” The circular thing is removed from your grip and a hand feels your abdomen.

“Hey, can you talk? Do you need an ambulance?” The softer female voice asks and you instantly take comfort in her and open your eyes. A gorgeous red head swims into view and you cling to her like your life depends on it. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Just sit here for a second,” she soothes, rubbing circles across your back.

“Bucky did you try to kill someone again?” Another deep voice joins the couple.

“I was trying to kill you!” The first masculine voice snaps which leads to incomprehensible bickering.

God, you didn’t mean to cause this much of a commotion. But it really hurts.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, pulling away from the strangers.

“This isn’t your fault at all. It was all my idiot friends’ who decided to play football in the dark.” The red head rolls her eyes before giving you a once over. “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” you mutter touching your stomach. You didn’t feel anything wrong externally at least. “Just knocked the wind out of me.”

“I’ll stay with you for a while just in case,” she assures you. “I’m Natasha.”

You nod and open your mouth to introduce yourself but you’re interrupted. “Hey! I thought we were playing a game!” A tall blond crests a hill and instantly meets your gaze. Thick muscles strain against his polo as he runs a hand through his perfectly done hair. His blue eyes bore into you from so far away but he feels like he’s right in front of you.

Perfect

There you were, huddled on the grass with the moon haloing your head like an angel. Your short skirt bunched around your thighs as you curled against his best friend. Unshed tears shone in your eyes and he instantly wanted to make it all better. He can practically feel the sparks flying around the two of you.

Perfect.

“Wha-what happened?” He stutters, never letting you out his sight.

He’s never once stuttered in his life.

“Bucky tried to add another victim to his list.”

“I didn’t not! Fuck you, Sam!”

But the blond ignores all of it. He stops right in front of you and kneels to assess the situation. “Are you alright?” You nod. He extends his hand and you quickly take it.

Oh. Shit.

You can feel the electricity sparking off of him as his ocean eyes stare into yours.

You could swim in them. You want to swim in them. You want them to never let you go. You never want him to let you go.

You feel like you’ve been staring a little too long but why would you stop?

“Maybe you should ask her to get some coffee,” Natasha prompts.

“Yeah,” you both answer before he blinks and knocks you out of your trance.

“I mean, do you want to get some coffee?” He actually asks you.

“Yeah,” you sigh again before remembering yourself. “I mean, no! No! I can’t I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.”

Steve’s world crashes around him at those words.

“A boyfriend?” His eyes narrow are he repeats the words like they taste like vinegar.

You nod adamantly thinking of the man who you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Until you met the man before you.

No! Temptations come and go! You need to be strong. You can’t just be the typical omega fleeting from alpha to alpha until one ties you down.

“Who’s this boyfriend?” Steve growls.

“Hey, calm down. We don’t even know her name,” Natasha mediates, placing a hand on Steve’s chest to back off. “This is Steve, and Sam, and Bucky.” Natasha rattles off pointing at the respective men. You introduce yourself calmly, smiling tentatively at the group.

“I’m sorry again for that,” Bucky repeats sheepishly.

“It’s okay. I feel better already,” you assure him and let Natasha help you stand. “Um, I should go,” you mutter. “I’m sorry again to get in the middle of your game.”

“Stop apologizing. It was our fault,” Sam insists. “It was nice to meet you. Hopefully we’ll see you around.” You smile and nod and wave as you walk away but you can’t help but feel a lingering gaze on you as you head back to the subway station. You can’t shake it. So you turn and catch Steve continuing to watch you as you walk away.

Your gaze meets once more and you whimper, longing for his touch again. To stare into those beautiful eyes. God, his hands would feel amazing on your body. Squeezing your breasts, spanking you, holding your thighs apart while he-

Your phone vibrates in your pocket interrupting your horny thoughts.

“Lee!” You smile answering your boyfriend’s call.

“Hey, baby. How you holding up?”

“Um, I’m fine?” You laugh, not sure how to answer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just a weird day.”

“Hmmm,” Lee hums on the other end. “Well, get home so I know you’re safe.”

“You’re not-“

“No, baby, gotta work late again.”

“Oh,” you frown.

“I know. I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you? Take you to a nice dinner this weekend?” You didn’t really want dinner. You wanted your boyfriend.

“Okay,” you sigh.

“Cheer up. Someone’s gotta pay the mortgage. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” You hang up much more melancholy than you started. It’s been like this for months. You wished you could just move somewhere cheaper so he wouldn’t have to work like this.

But he took care of all the finances. You weren’t really in a position to argue about it.

You wish he had time to play football in the park with his friends…

You turn back to where the quartet were holding their game and find Bucky and Sam tossing their football back and forth, Natasha laying back in the grass watching them.

And Steve, leaning against a tree, staring back at you.

Waiting for you to turn back.

But you can’t.

You happily place a plate of food in front of Lee after spending the day making his favorite pot roast and German chocolate cake.

“Thank you, baby,” he sighs and accepts a kiss to his stubbled cheek. You smile and inhale his content scent and frown. Leather and sandalwood and…berries?

You started smelling it on him months ago but it was faint you could hardly detect it.

But today…

Maybe your nose was off. You spent so much time in the kitchen you were just smelling things.

“This looks delicious but carrots?”

“I thought you liked carrots?” He grips your thigh under the table before digging into his food. You sigh softly before picking at your own plate.

“Tastes even better than it looks. No carrots next time.”

“I’ll do better but I’m glad you like it,” you whisper. You thought he liked carrots.

Your phone buzzes next to you and you glance down to unlock it.

Hey! We’re going out for Sam’s birthday Saturday. Howling’ Commandos at 6?

You smile at the text. Natasha was quick to find you on Instagram after your run in. She claimed it was to make sure you were okay.

But you knew it was for Steve.

This was the third event she’d invited you to and this was the third time you’d have to turn her down.

If you keep the temptation away, you won’t be tempted.

Besides, you and Lee were going to the movies.

As long as he wasn’t stuck at work for the evening. He had a lot of nights to make up for.

A lot of nights imaging Steve’s big arms wrapped around your middle. A lot of time pretending to be asleep while you had visions of Steve thrusting into you, marking you, claiming you. A lot of time rubbing your clit while chewing your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet while images of a tall blond dance in your head.

But Lee promised you this time.

Promised to spend more time with you. Promised to fuck you more.

Promised to love your more.

You smile up at your boyfriend before finally getting into your food.

And then Saturday came.

You spent all day getting dolled up. Got new lingerie in his favorite color to surprise him when he got home. Put on his favorite perfume so maybe he’d be more enticed to touch you.

And then your phone vibrates.

You’re gonna hate me but I’m stuck at the office again-

You toss your phone at the bed before you can even finish reading the words.

You cry in frustration as tears sting your eyes. You do hate him! You hate him so fucking much! He’s probably out fucking some other bitch because he’s tired of you.

And you’re tired of him.

So tired of being the perfect housewife to a man that won’t even marry you. Let alone mate you. Tired of cooking and cleaning and keeping up appearances for someone who hasn’t touched you in months.

Just tired.

You let out a soft sob, falling onto the bed to bury your face in your knees.

You hate this so much.

Quiet tears fall from your eyes.

You snag your phone and price out flights back home. You don’t have any money. You don’t even have a job. Lee’s always taken care of you. You don’t have anywhere else you can go besides back home.

Then your phone pings with a reminder:

It will take you 30 mins to get to Howlin’ Commandos if you leave now.

What?

Sam’s birthday! You thought you told her no but you go back to your messages to see you never replied.

Should I bring anything? You reply and the little typing bubble appear shockingly fast.

Nope. Just yourself

Thirty minutes later, you stand in front of a trendy gastro pub with people pouring in and out. You touched up your make up and put everything you cared about in a duffel bag under your bed before heading out of the life you’d become so accustomed to.

“Um, hi. I’m here for, uh, Sam Wilson’s party?” You ask the hostess but before she can respond a familiar voice calls your name.

“You made it?” Bucky laughs approaching you from the bar. “You have no idea how happy Steve is going to be to see you.”

“Oh! Um, I just-“ but you don’t get a chance to finish your explanation as to why you’re there when he sees Nat looking expectantly out the pub’s windows.

“Nat! She’s here!”

The red head gives you a relieved look and hugs you in greeting. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you. Steve won’t shut up about you.”

“Is this ‘luna’?” A dark haired beta with glasses asks approaching the red head and placing a hand on her lower back.

“Sure is,” Nat laughs. “This is my fiancé, Bruce. Come on. We have a private room.” You follow them to a sparsely decorated area with low tables and fluffy couches.

“Guys! You shouldn’t have!” Sam laughs seeing you. “This is probably the best birthday gift I could’ve asked for. How you doing, girl?” He greets pulling you into a light hug. “Please tell me you ditched that boyfriend of yours.”

“I-“

“Luna?” Just his voice sends a shiver of want through you. There are so many people in this little back room but they all disappear leaving you and Steve.

You step up to him and he cups your face in his big hands. You nuzzle into his touch and he smiles.

He takes in a long awaited smell of you and shutters in pleasure. But there’s something else…

“You’re still with him?” You open your mouth to respond but Steve presses a finger to your lips. “Forget about him. Just for tonight.”

The request gives you pause. You’ve never imagined yourself cheating on Lee. You’ve always been a very loyal person. The perfect omega.

But you couldn’t fight this anymore.

You nod and smile and let him lead you to the bar for a drink.

You order a cocktail and Steve gets a beer.

“I can’t lie. I’ve been stalking you since Nat found your Insta.” You giggle. You can’t help but be a little flattered.

“And? What’d you find out?”

“You went to a state school, you love foxes and monkeys for some reason, you spend a lot of time cooking. It looks like you’re an amazing cook.”

“I studied food science,” you whisper.

“You’re shitting me?” Steve laughs. “I love food!” You can’t help the laugh that burst from you at his comment.

“Well, you seem to know all there is to know about me. What about you?”

“Served for 15 years, went back to school to be a commercial pilot, hated it and became an artist.”

“An artist?” You would’ve never guessed it from looking at this big, muscular, put together, alpha.

“I’ve got some surprises, too,” he smirks and tucks a wild braid behind your ear but his hand doesn’t leave the side of your face. “I’m glad you decided to come out, luna.”

“Luna?” You ask closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

“That night we met, there was a full moon. I thought it was a sign.” You just hum and take a sip of your cocktail. Steve’s hand grips your thigh and you instantly feel a shutter run right up to your core.

He takes another deep breath of you before smirking.

Can he smell that, too?

You instantly shy away, hiding behind your glass.

“How’s it going over here, lovebirds?” Bucky grins waving down the bartender.

“We’re not-“ you start but give up when Steve’s hand creeps higher up your thigh and a new wave a slick soaks your panties. “Never mind,” you laugh.

“They brought out food if you’re hungry,” Bucky informs you and orders another beer.

“Food?” Steve asks, his fingers inching higher to brush the hem of your short skirt. You nod just to be released from his searing touch but he doesn’t let go. He keeps a hand at the small of your back, he grips your waist, he holds your hand.

He treats you like you’re his.

You want to be his.

You think your breaking point is when he pulls you into his lap on one of the low couches. The party’s in full swing at this point. No one is paying attention to you. They’ve either partnered up and are dancing or eating in groups. Laughing, chatting, enjoying themselves. It’s easy to fit in with this group. They’re nice. You’re comfortable.

But you still have a boyfriend.

“Hey, I told you to forget about him,” Steve insists, directing your gaze to meet his when that sad look crosses your features again.

“But I-“

“Why did you come out tonight?” Steve finally asks, one hand explores your hip while the other grips your waist.

“I-I…” I want to be with you? I can’t stay with him any longer? I need you? “I can’t get you out of my mind,” you breathe. Your fingers spray across his chest. So many muscles. He feels like he can protect you so much more than Lee. Like he would protect you from anything. You finally hazard to scent him. Spicy and fresh. Like fall.

You love it.

“Can I ask you something?” The hand on your hip cups your cheek, holding your attention. “When you met him, did you feel anything?”

Did you? You were so young then. He was still in the academy and you were still deciding where to go to school. You remember your parents loving him. You remember him being a safe choice. You remember your father telling you to behave for him because he was a good man. You remember your mother telling you that not every mating was for love. You remember a lot of broken promises.

But you don’t remember feeling anything.

A tear slips from your eyes but Steve is right there to catch it. He kisses it away.

And then he kisses you.

Oh God, does he kiss you.

You moan against his lips as he presses with just the right amount of pressure, cupping the back of your head to support your neck, gripping your waist to pull you closer.

You want to be closer.

Your hands grip his shoulders, holding him closer, feeling those corded muscles relax under your touch.

He pulls away only once you start gasping for air leaving you to chase his lips.

“What do I have to do to have you?”

You just shake your head and laugh in frustration. Lee probably wouldn’t let you go without a fight.

But you would happily leave him for Steve.

“You can have me.”

“And the boyfriend?”

“What boyfriend?” Steve chuckles and you press another kiss to his lips.

“I am so good,” Natasha sighs watching you and Steve make out like no one else exists.

“All you did was get them in a room together. Their hormones did the rest,” Sam laughs squeezing her shoulders.

“More than you two did,” she smirks at the two alphas flanking her.

“When are you going to find me a date?” Sam asks.

“Ask Bucky. He’s gotta try to kill ‘em first.”

“I didn’t fucking-agh! Whatever!” Bucky groans in frustration, throwing his hands in the air.

“He did try to kill me, didn’t he?” Bruce laughs, wrapping his arms around Natasha’s waist.

“I hate you guys,” Bucky grumbles crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“And we love you,” Sam grins pinching his cheek leaving Bucky to swat him off.

“I’ll take you home,” Steve offers much later that evening after you’ve had far more to drink than you should have but you were having so much fun. More fun than you’d had in years.

But the last place you wanted to go was home.

Steve was quick to sense the change in your demeanor.

“Can you go home?” He asks rubbing his thumb over the back over your hand.

“I don’t know,” you whisper thinking back to your duffle under the bed. Lee would come home expecting his dinner and you weren’t there. Then again, he hadn’t texted or called.

Maybe he was still at work…

But you couldn’t see him like this, smelling like another alpha. Steve’s scent would linger on you for days no matter how hard you scrubbed.

“You can stay with me,” Steve offers so easily.

“What? No, no, I can’t impose upon you like that.”

“Of course you can. I’m going to mate you the second you go into heat. Might as well get a head start.” You’ve never met someone so sure of themselves. He wants you. No one else.

Lee would never say that.

“Do you need to pick up some stuff? Toothpaste? Moisturizer? There’s a Walgreens on the way to my place,” he offers.

“C-can I stop by home and just get my stuff?”

“Are you sure?”

“To be honest, I kind of planned on leaving after today. Going back to my parents. Lee would kill me if he knew I was out this late with another alpha.”

“Then there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go back there alone,” Steve sighs just as the valet drops off a blue Bugatti. He opens both doors and drops the keys in Steve’s hand. “Come on. We can talk on the way.”

“This is you?” You ask skeptically.

“Yes,” Steve laughs, tugging you along.

“I thought you were an artist.” You thought they struggled.

“I put out some pretty stand out pieces when I started out. I’ve done well for myself,” smirks.

Wow. And you thought Lee’s Cadillac was fancy.

“I’ll show you the Phantom when we get to my place,” Steve promises as you take a seat in the low vehicle and he closes the door after you.

You’re close to tears as you recount the moments since you met Steve a month ago. The neglect and the yearning all come back to the forefront of your mind by the time you pull up to the place you’ve called home for the past 5 years.

Lee normally parked his patrol car in the driveway but it was empty leading you to believe he still wasn’t home.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with,” Steve sighs eyeing the house with detest.

“You’re coming, too?”

“What if he comes home?”

He’s got a point. You unlock the door and lead him into the dark house.

“He’s a cop?” Steve asks seeing the photo of the two of you from when he got sworn in at the entry way.

“Yeah. Well, a commander now,” you call from the stairs as you run up to get your bag. “Okay. I’m ready,” you huff from the run and attempt to tug Steve back out the door when you hear a very familiar car honk outside. “Shit,” you whisper.

“A commander? And he’s working all these late hours?”

“Steve, not now! If we go through the back, he won’t see us.” You attempt to tug his hand but he doesn’t budge.

“Luna, he’s cheating on you.”

He says it so simply. You’ve suspected it but you could never say it out loud. Tears start to form in your eyes again just as the front door opens.

You’re pretty sure you’re having a panic attack as you gasp for air seeing Lee’s silhouette fill the door frame.

Then their eyes meet and you feel like you’ll pass out.

Lee glances between you and the stranger before placing his hands on his hips. “The fuck are you?”

“Steve Rogers,” Steve frowns at the opposition staring him down. “I’m taking her with me and you’re staying the hell away from her.”

“Fine,” Lee scoffs. “She’s fucking worthless. Not even a good screw. I would’ve broken up with her months ago but she’s so fucking pathetic-“

“Enough,” Steve barks. “As long as we have an understanding.”

“I took care of you. And you think I’m worthless?” You whisper. “I made all of your favorite meals, I kept your house clean, I took your car in for services. That didn’t mean anything?”

“Oh, baby doll-“

“Don’t ‘baby doll’ me, Lee!” You snap. “Don’t…please.”

“‘Please’?” Lee laughs. “And that’s why I call her pathetic. Can’t stick up for herself against an ant. I hope you know what you’re getting into with her. Saddest omega bitch I’ve ever met.” He’s never spoken like this to you.

“Can we leave?” You beg.

Steve gives him a disapproving once over. “Apologize to her.”

“No, please. It’s fine. Let’s just go?” But Steve continues to stand his ground making you more scared of Lee’s retaliation.

“See? She said it’s fine. Steve, right? Trust me, you don’t want her. I’ll send her back to her folks and we’ll call it a day.”

“I told you to apologize,” Steve says simply. “I won’t ask again.”

Lee’s gaze lands on you with a scowl. “You wanna run off with some new blond bimbo? Go ahead. Get the fuck out of my house. But I promise you, no one’s going to take care of you like I did. No one’s going to let you fuck off at home while he works all day. Jack off to another man. Moan his name in your sleep.”

“What about you?” You cry finally finding your voice again. “What about coming home every night smelling like another woman? What about leaving me alone every day? What about all the promised dates and trips that never happened? What about that, Lee?”

“Oh, shut up, you whiny little bitch.”

Steve lets out an exasperated sigh. “I warned you.” It all happens so fast. One second Lee is standing in the doorway, the next he’s on the floor holding his cheek. You let out soft cry covering you mouth with your hands. Steve stands over him, bending down to his level, as calm as ever. “You wanna apologize now?”

“Fuck you,” Lee spits, his fiery gaze turning on you once more. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I even asked you out in the first place.”

“Please, Steve,” you whimper.

“Pathetic excuse for an alpha,” Steve growls. “Come on.” He shoulders your duffle bag and leads you back out to his car.

“Spoiled little bitch,” Lee barks at you as Steve leads you past him.

That’s it!

You round back on him and slap his other cheek with everything you have.

“I’m not a bitch! And I deserve better.”

“That’s my girl, luna,” Steve laughs. “Come on. Let’s go home.” You nod and take his hand and let him lead you out of this terrible life.

“Date night!” Steve announces in a comedically deep voice as he steps into your room.

“Date night!” You giggle spinning for him.

“You look amazing.” You glance away shyly at his words. “You know you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right? My little moon goddess. My perfect girl.”

“Stevie,” you laugh.

“Come here.” He pinches your chin and pulls you into a deep kiss that makes you feel a little feint. His big hand grips your ass before spanking it and making you squirm in his grip.

It’s been about a month since you moved in with Steve. You got your own room in his massive home. He has a maid and a chef. You never have to lift a finger if you don’t want to. It feels a little wrong but he just reminds you that this was his life before he met you and you should reap the benefits. You still find yourself making him meals every once in a while and shadowing his chef in the kitchen and learning things from him you never learned in school.

It was nice. Peaceful. Fun.

And Steve never pressured you into anything. He understood that suddenly moving into a brand new situation after being in one place for so long was stressful. He gave you space but always made himself available. It took about a week but you finally wondered into his room late one evening just to talk. You ended up falling asleep in his bed and it started a bit of a ritual. One of you would go to the other’s room at night just to talk and cuddle, discuss your day, share your dreams and goals.

One evening Steve asked if you’d like to go bowling after you told him you’ve never been. It was the start of regular date nights. Sometimes you’d go on picnics at the pier or in the park. Sometimes he’d take you to fancy high end restaurants. And sometimes you’d just hang out at Sam and Bucky’s place with Natasha and Bruce and play video games.

But tonight was special. You were finally ready. You didn’t stop taking your suppressants yet but you were ready to get serious. It was a full moon and Steve was taking you to the park where you first met because it ‘felt right’. That’s all you know, though. He had it all planned out. He told you to wear something nice and warm and that was it.

“God, I don’t wanna leave the house. I just wanna keep kissing you.” You giggle and reach up to card his fingers through his hair. He purrs at your touch, surprising you. An alpha has never purred for you. You chirp happily in response. This was the first time you’ve ever chirped for an alpha. “We gotta go. I can’t be trusted alone with you.” You laugh as he tugs you from the room.

When your Uber arrives at the park, there’s a horse drawn carriage waiting for you.

“Stevie!” You gasp seeing the white horses. “They’re beautiful!”

“Only the best for my luna,” Steve insists.

This is amazing. You’ve seen these horse drawn carriages riding around the park with happy couples before but you’ve never had the chance to enjoy one yourself. You don’t even remember telling Steve about this.

“How did you know?”

Steve laughs and helps you into the carriage and gets you settled under a thick wool blanket. “You were half asleep one night and I asked you what your dream date would be. You told me a moonlit carriage ride through the park then a roller coaster ride and a giant cotton candy. I’m sorry the theme park is closed for the winter but I did manage to get some cotton candy.” He pulls out a large confection box full of colorful cotton candy.

“Steve!” You cry and press kisses across his face. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Steve laughs and kisses you back. “That’s all I wanted to hear. I love you so, so much. I just want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Steve grins and rests his forehead against yours. His noes brushes yours, nudging your face just enough to brush his lips against yours. Your fingers find his thigh beneath the blanket, pressing yourself up to get closer, to feel him more. You just want more. Maybe you shouldn’t have even left home. His big hands grip your waist, feeling your body, squeezing you so perfectly.

“I had a whole dinner planned but I just want to get you back home,” Steve mutters against your lips. You can only moan in response as his kisses travel down your jaw to nibble on your throat.

“Let’s get it to go,” you suggest and he growls in delight.

Your food is forgotten on the kitchen counter. No one even bothered to turn the lights on. The two of you went straight to Steve’s room to rip each other’s clothes off.

“You’re really big,” you laugh nervously when Steve reveals his giant leaking cock. His big hands travel up your naked body to cover you in him.

“It’ll fit,” he murmurs sucking kisses along the curve of your breast. You can’t help but agree when he’s making you feel so good.

Then you feel his finger connect with your clit making you cry out and buck against him. “That sensitive?” He chuckles. “God, you haven’t been touched in far too long.” His fingers grind against you and you’re sure you’ll cum in seconds. “You know, luna, I’m fucking starving. Famished. And I pretty sure there’s only one thing that can satisfy me.”

You open your mouth to suggest the two of you go back downstairs to eat but then you feel him.

“Steve!” You scream looking down to see his lips latched around your clit. Oh God, oh God, oh God, please, please, “Please, Stevie!” You whine already that close. Already feeling that knot inside you start to fray. His blue eyes connect with yours and it’s like he’s telling you he’s going to get you there.

Like it’s his entire life’s mission to pleasure you.

Your brow furrows trying to hold it back but you aren’t strong enough. Your core finally releases but he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking until you feel raw and whiny and like something else is ready to burst out and fuck! You scream Steve’s name as you claw at the sheets so hard they tear under your nails.

“Good girl. Squirting so much for your alpha,” he coos, taking little licks of your core. Your breaths are shaky as he bumps your clit a couple of times with his nose, just to make sure you're completely under his control. To make sure you’re overstimulated and susceptible to his touch.

His kisses and licks follow the curve of your stomach back up to your nipples and your collarbone.

“I need in you,” he husks into you skin. His spicy scent getting more and more heady every second. Like fire and fresh rain. You’re already addicted to it.

You need it on you. In you. You need every alpha to know you’re his.

“Please fuck me, alpha,” you breathe. “Need you.”

“I’m right here. Gonna give it to you, luna.” He presses his lips to yours, nipping at you bottom lip, forcing you to gasp and open your mouth for him. His tongue tastes yours, licking the flavor of your core against your taste buds.

“Open up for me,” Steve mumbles into you mouth pressing a hand against your inner thigh. You spread your legs as much as you can to allow for his girth but he presses them a little wider before you feel his swollen head probe your slit. You steel yourself for the intrusion, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching before he can even get inside of you.

“Hey. Look at me.” You slowly open your eyes to stare in those deep pools. “I need you to relax for me. Breathe.” You listen and take a deep breath. “One more,” Steve encourages and half way through your inhale, he spears into you. You gasp sharply and let out a soft whine. Your nails claw at his hip and shoulder for anything to anchor you. “Luna. Did I tell you to stop looking at me?” He scolds

“N-no,” you whimper as you force yourself to look at him once more.

He pulls out a little and thrusts deeper making you cry out again but you wanna be his good girl so you keep watching him. Another deeper thrust has your pussy fluttering as it’s stretched beyond anything you’ve felt before.

“You’re doing so good for me, luna. So perfect,” Steve assures you. He groans softly, pushing your body that little bit further. You were so tight. So perfect. All the little moans and whines you were making were music to his ears. He presses his forehead to yours as he works his large cock into your tight core.

“Fuck,” he finally groans when he bottoms out. The whimpers you're making are making him lose control but he has to get you used to him first. He has to let you adjust. You're so small and vulnerable and perfect. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

But he has to make sure you can handle him.

“Calm down, luna. Relax for me. You’re squeezing the shit out of me. I need you to be comfortable.”

You nod, at least you think you nod, and take deep breaths but he’s so big and he’s taking up so much space inside of you.

“You wanna scream? You wanna cry? If you think it’ll help, go ahead.” You laugh despite everything making him smile and press a kiss to your lips and your cheeks and your nose while tickling your side making you giggle. “There you go. Good girl. So fucking good for me,” he grunts rocking his hips against yours and your laughter quickly turns into moans. Your legs hook around his hips, trapping him, keeping him close. He feels so good inside you, so heavy, so right.

Your hips rut into his, chasing the high that felt so close.

Then he grips your hips and changes angles hitting something deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed.

You let out a feral scream arching off the bed. “There it is,” Steve smirks against you throat, nose nuzzling your scent gland as he takes unabashed whiff of you. “Fuck, you smell good,” he groans and lifts your hips a little higher, grinding into that spot. Your vision starts to get spotty as the knot inside you gets higher and tighter. “No more suppressants, little moon. I want you. All of you,” Steve instructs. “I want to mark you. Claim you. Fill you with my pups. Fuck, you’d look so beautiful round with my babies.”

“Yes, Steve! Yes!” You cry at his words and his movements. It’s all so much. “Make me yours, alpha! Please! I need it!” You beg, tears starting to sting your eyes as you cling to him. “So close, so so close,” you chant into his shoulder.

“You’re mine, omega!”

“Yes! I’m yours! Alpha! Please! I’m yours!” Anything to get there. Anything.

“Hhhhaaaaa!” You gasp as you cum around him and his strokes slow to a gentle wave letting you ride out your high.

“Alpha, Stevie, please,” you whimper as your hip jerk sporadically against his as you start to come down.

“You’re alright, little omega,” he assures you, brushing your braids from your face. “Relax. That was a big one.” You nod attempting to lie back on the pillows.

“You need a break?” Steve smirks resting his elbows around your head to hold up his weight.

“No!” You shake your head adamantly. “You haven’t-haven’t…”

“I haven’t cum?”

You nod shyly meeting his beautiful eyes once more.

“Oh, luna. My sweet little luna.” He glances down quickly at your lips before pressing a quick kiss to them. “We have all night.”

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