As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Eight:
Steve was so proud that he almost forgot that he and Bucky were meant to give their own speeches. Hands shaking, Steve sat Bitsy in his seat and held Bucky's hand on the way up to the platform. Accepting the soothing squeezes all the way down the aisle until they reached the podium.
Still holding hands, Bucky kissed Oliver's forehead and said into his ear, "I love you. You did good, squirt."
Blushing, Oliver muttered, "Thanks."
Giving Oliver's shoulder a squeeze, Bucky moved to the microphone. As Steve slung his arm around Oliver's shoulders, Bucky joked, "I don't know how I'm going to follow that."
The audience laughed at that and Bucky smoothed out his paper. Giving their guests a classic smirk as he started, "Today, mine and Stevie's son, Oliver, is a young man.
"Which I guess makes my mate right," Bucky glanced over his shoulder to wink at Steve before finishing, "I'm old. I guess I can retire now, huh? Maybe even let Oliver take my place down at the shop."
Teasing, Bucky ruffled Oliver's hair and looked over to Winnie and George, "How does that sound mom and dad?"
Steve rolled his eyes and Winnie joked, "He can take my job!"
"Well, then," Bucky chuckled and asked, "How does that sound, Ollie?"
Unamused, Oliver shook his head and hid his face. Chuckling, Bucky said, "Alright, alright. I guess I can wait a couple more years."
As the audience stopped chuckling, Bucky started again, "Over the past thirteen years, I've had the honor of, not only watching Oliver grow, but growing with him."
Pulling another tissue from his pocket, Steve sniffled. Holding Oliver closer while tears fell down his cheeks. He was probably embarrassing the boy, but Steve couldn't help it.
"Guiding him the way that my parents had guided me and my sisters. Lucky enough to view the world through new eyes and experience all the firsts with him." Bucky sniffled and Steve passed him a tissue, earning an affectionate grin in return. "First smile, first steps, first fight. And while I probably could've done without that, I can't help but be proud of Oliver. He stands for what's right. He fights for what's right."
Wiping his tears, Bucky continued, "You're probably all thinking that, of course, I think that Oliver's great, I'm his dad. And while I do think that Ollie's just about the greatest kid, I'm not the only one.
"He's the best big brother that any kid could ask for -- just ask his siblings," from their seats, the little kids cheered and while Steve wished that they weren't standing on the bench, he couldn't help but adore how they celebrated their older brother.
"But he's also a good friend who has their backs no matter what," and on cue, the young teens cheered, thankfully, while sitting. Leaning closer to the microphone, Bucky pointedly gave an example, "Even covering for them when they break a picture frame because they were playing soccer in the house even though they know better than that."
Knowing exactly who he was talking about, Steve glanced over to see Tony seemingly trying to disappear in his seat. Howard beside him, gave his son a look.
"So, it's only natural for him to be a good son." Bucky's voice cracked and he cleared his throat, "And just like his papa, he'll be a good man, too."
Steve's breath hitched as he held back a sob and hugged Oliver to himself, kissing his forehead. All the while, Bucky finished, "We love you, Oliver. And we can't wait to see how you continue to grow."
Letting go of him, Steve encouraged Oliver to hug Bucky. Not that it took much convincing either way considering Oliver was already halfway to his dad anyway. Steve smiled as he watched the pair and wiped at his face.
Then, it was his turn.
Taking his place at the podium, Steve pulled out his notecards. Still feeling the emotion thick in his throat, he took a moment to try and clear it. Bucky must've felt something through the bond because he rubbed Steve's back in soothing circles. Only then was Steve able to start.
"I just want to start by reminding Oliver that your dad and I are so proud of you," fondly smiling at the thirteen year old, "Not just today, but every day."
Facing the front, Steve redirected his attention to his messy handwriting and the tearstained notecard. "Thirteen years ago, my life changed in ways I could never imagine. You made me a father. But more than that, you opened my heart.
"Because --" voice cracking, Steve took a moment to just breathe "-- because of you, I stopped self-sabotaging myself enough to, not only accept love, but to give it too. I guess that's just the effect that you have on people.
"You're smart and funny, and so caring that anyone would be lucky to know you," Steve honestly complimented. "Not just a great teammate, but an inspiring leader. Empowering everyone around you and being the best big brother that any kid could ask for."
Oliver clenched his jaw as though he was trying to stop himself from crying, and Steve reached out to affectionately caress along his jaw. Allowing himself this sweet moment before getting back to his speech.
"I remember back when it was just you and Finn, you would go to his nursery when he would cry in the middle of the night and assure him that there were no, 'monsers,' around and that he was safe." The older members awed at the story and Steve fondly remembered, "Then, you would sit in the rocker with me as I fed him and mark over his foot or kiss his forehead. Just letting him know that you were there. That you would protect him. Just as you would protect all of your siblings."
Knowing what came next, tears already prickled at the corner of his eyes, "And when we lost Flora, you weren't even old enough to fully understand, but you suggested that we bury her with her blanky so she wouldn't get scared. So she wouldn't be alone.
"Not just with your siblings though," Steve sniffled. "You protect anyone and everyone that needs it. The way you stand up for what's right makes me so unbelievably proud." Turning so he was facing Oliver instead of the crowd, but still speaking into the microphone, "You're a good boy, Ollie. A good man. And I'm so glad that I get to be your papa."
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Seven:
"Mr. Barnes," Rabbi Isaiah Bradley greeted Bucky first since he entered first. As the older man smiled down at the kids, he noticed Steve and greeted, "Mr. Barnes."
"Rabbi," Steve acknowledged, his voice still rough from the emotion.
Empathetically, Rabbi Bradley smiled at Steve before greeting more people. Steve exhaled deeply and followed Bucky for their seats. Thankfully, the other Barneses were there. George crying already along with Winnie. Of course, that was how they had been at each of their grandchildren's Torah readings.
But it did make Steve feel a little better to know that he wasn't the only emotional one.
Sitting down beside Tibby, Steve accepted a tissue from her and reached out for Bucky's hand when the alpha took a seat on his other side. Instantly, tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Especially once the congregation started. Steve couldn't focus on a damn thing. All he could think about was how any minute now, Oliver would be called up to the bimah where he would then read the portion of the Torah he had been practicing for the past year. And then Oliver would be considered a man.
Rabbi Bradley looked over to their aisle where Oliver was standing from his seat, and so was Bucky. Sniffling, Bucky removed the prayer shawl from its bag. Unfolding the lightweight wool garment, Bucky draped it over Oliver's broadening shoulders. Making sure that it hung correcting with the metallic green and silver stripes facing outward, Bucky leaned in and kissed Oliver's forehead.
Steve pressed his lips together to keep them from quivering and to keep the sob contained as he watched Oliver head for the podium. He looked so grown up in his tan suit and green tie. Handsome just like his daddy and as tall as his papa already.
Returning to his seat, Bucky sniffled again and reached out for Steve's hand. Steve's breath caught as he tried to keep his sob from escaping. All he could do was squeeze his husband's hand and feel the pride, affection, and hope through the bond. And while Steve had picked up some Hebrew over the last thirteen years, he couldn't concentrate on any of it. All he could focus on was how confident Oliver was up there on the bimah as he melodically read the Torah.
"'Veshamarte et-hamitsvah ve'et-hachukim ve'et-hamishpatim asher anochi metsavecha hayom la'asotam,'" Oliver finished. Steve only knew that he was done because the thirteen year old glanced up Rabbi Bradley.
The older man nodded at Oliver before finishing with the haftarah, himself. While Rabbi Bradley did so, Oliver noticed his friends in the crowd and waved at them. Rolling his eyes, Steve sighed and hoped their older relatives understood that Oliver was still so much a boy. Beside him, however, Bucky disguised his chuckling with a cough, because he was still so much a boy, too; even in his mid-forties.
Climbing onto Steve's lap, Bitsy buried her face in his neck and complained, "Is it over, yet?"
"Shh," Steve quieted and sniffled before rubbing her back and reassured, "Almost, honey."
"I'm hungry," Kit declared while Oliver stepped down from the bimah holding the Torah.
"We'll eat soon," Bucky promised as he stood along with everyone else.
As was tradition, Oliver carried the Torah around as people touched it. Even Bucky reached out to touch it. However, Steve was afraid that Oliver would drop the Torah since it was so large. Thankfully, Oliver didn't, and he handed it back to Rabbi Bradley with nothing happening to it.
Returning to the podium, Oliver pulled a piece of folded notebook paper from his suit jacket pocket. Keeping his gaze on the paper as he smoothed it out instead of on the audience who were sitting once more.
Clearing his throat, Oliver started, "Thank you, everyone, for coming here to join my family and myself this morning to witness me becoming a man."
Steve gripped Bucky's hand tighter and exhaled in relief when Bucky brought their hands up to kiss the back of Steve's. Steve eased and when Oliver made eye contact with him, Steve made sure to smile. Silently reassuring their son that he could do this.
"For two years, I've been practicing and preparing myself for this day. Molding myself and carving out my place in our community. A community filled with the children and children's children of those who Moses led to the promised land.
"And while Moses never got to enter the promised land, he gave advice to those who would." Fidgeting, Oliver pushed his tousled brown hair away from his face, "Leaving them with a verse that had me mulling over it ever since I read it. Essentially, he told them, 'You shall do that which is right and good in the eyes of God.'"
Sniffling, Steve kissed Bitsy's head. Steve had been there every day of Oliver's life and was always fascinated with what was going on inside his head. But this was different. Although he was only thirteen, the way Oliver carried himself up there at the podium, was so mature that he seemed older.
"My whole life, my pops has been telling me that I'm a good boy and showing me how to stand up for what's right." Oliver's freckled cheeks reddened and he smiled over at Steve and Bucky. Looking back at his speech, he continued, "So, when I read that, I couldn't help but think over all the times where I tried to do just that. To do right and to be good.
"And I think that's what it means to be a man," Oliver stood a little taller. Completely sure of himself in that moment and, damn, Steve was so proud of him. Considering the pride flowing through the bond, he knew that he wasn't the only one.
Bucky squeezed Steve's hand while Oliver finished, "Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move. It's your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say, 'No, you move.'"
With that, Rhodey and Tony stood to give him a standing ovation. Which, admittedly, was well deserved as Steve and Bucky stood too. And soon, everyone was standing, applauding Oliver. And Steve was so damn proud.
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Everything Has Changed: Part 9
The entire room was bright and full of state of the art equipment they would make it possible to test and formulate something that could recreate the properties of marking, to replenish a mated alpha and omega’s connection after the Snap and the Blip. That’s what everyone on this specific team was trying to do. That’s what you were trying to do.
Under the direction of Dr. Banner, the project was well on the way. Your specific job, as you’d focused your entire schooling biology, was to break down the specific strands of DNA that had shifted and changed when a couple marked each other. You would study the specific DNA that had changed, and try to artificially create that change in the lab.
It was your dream job, working under the genius of Dr. Banner. It was your dream to work in a high tech, state of the art lab while trying to make a difference for omega’s who suffered a great loss during the Snap.
“There has to be a connection there previously.” You explained to Steve after he asked about negative connotations surrounding the use of this and how to prevent an alpha from using it on omega who wasn’t willing or knowledgeable. “There has to be a connection between the alpha and the omega or the omega and the beta. This is used for reestablish and fix what the snap and the blip broke and fixed.”
“So,” Bucky asked, “if an omega and an alpha were mated before the Snap, and the alpha or the omega were snapped away and came back during the Blip, this formula would help reestablish and connect the two again?”
“Exactly! It would fix the connection that was there previously. It would replenish it which in turn will increase the health of both parties because-“
“-they’re not whole without their mate.”
“Are you almost done?” Peter‘s voice came from behind you.
“I have to run one more simulation and then I’m done.” You wheeled yourself around, turning your back to the computer. “I thought you had class?”
“I finished early.” He slowly moved around the table, his eyes studying the fragments of DNA behind the glass.
The black eye’s he got from the fight with Steve and Bucky were both healing. They’d gotten to the stage of being yellow and dull which was a good sign for Peter. He had come out that, despite it being two against one, with no real damage other than bruises and minor scrapes and cuts, yet that had been nothing compared to the scolding May had given him.
“What did you want to talk to Dr. Banner about anyway?” You pried, spinning back around to face the computer screen.
“The supressant’s I gave you.” Peter answered coolly. He still hadn’t gotten over the mark on your neck or how you constantly smelled faintly like Bucky. Or the fact that since you’d been marked by Bucky, Steve and himself have been flocking to you.
Peter hadn’t gotten over seeing you pressed against a dark corner with Steve’s lips attached to your neck and your fingers woven into the hair at the back of his neck. Peter hadn’t come to terms with your position as an adult, and an adult who could make her own decisions without consulting her brother.
“Not this again.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.
“They should’ve worked. I just want to know why.” He shrugged and picked up a vial of suspension and then placed it back onto the desk top.
“Maybe they weren’t supressant’s. Did you ask what they were before he gave them to you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned in your chair and glanced at him.
He looked sheepish. He played with a pen that was sitting beside another computer, rolling the smooth cylinder between his index finger and his thumb, bizarrely interested in its composition.
“You did ask, didn’t you?” You pressed him, and received your answer by his silence.
“They caught your scent from me, when you had hugged me in the diner. I knew they had your scent and I tried to prevent them from marking you.” Peter finally explained, speaking of one of the first afternoon’s you’d spent together before your internship.
“So you gave me supressant’s that might not have been supressant’s?” You asked with a sigh, standing from your desk. You straightened your lab coat and tugged at your t-shirt before you eventually followed Peter out of the venom lab, toward Dr. Banner’s office.
You followed behind him, less curious that he was about the ‘supressants’ that he had given you. He seemed aggressive and persistent about the pills he had given you, as if they could be the answer and the solution to Bucky marking you.
If Peter had his explanation, that could take away from you being marked and mated to them.
But by Peter’s own confession, they were affected by your scent before you had any real interaction with them. By your scent alone, they were drawn in.
It appeared as if supressant’s or not, something would have happened.
When you entered his office, you were quick to sit on the left, tucking your feet under your chair with the toes of your shoes pressed tight against the floor. Peter was to your right, sitting slouched with his legs stretched out and his arms crossed over his chest. There was a sour look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed.
“Are you pouting?” You watched him from the corner of your eyes.
“No.” Peter denied your question quickly, yet he hadn’t changed his facial expression.
“You wanted to know what pills you had taken.” Dr. Banner started speaking. He was leaning back against his leather desk chair with a pen in his left hand, staring pointedly at Peter.
You tilt your head and leaned toward every so slightly, staring intently at Peter. You shot him a look, your lips twitching as you felt the threat to smirk or smile.
“I’m sorry for taking them from your lab.” Peter apologized and sat up a little further. “But I needed something more potent than-“
“They weren’t supressant’s.” Dr. Banner cut Peter off, a smile made from pure amusement on his face. “The pills you took were along the lines of fertility pills.”
The silence that followed his statement was awkward and long. The news broke, from the horse’s mouth, and that had made Peter shoot up with wide eyes.
“They’re made to be given to omega’s who have difficulty with regular heats. The pills are meant to kick the omega into a heat that is supercharged. Their scents are stronger, their heat themselves are more powerful. The pills should only be used with omega’s who have the intention to mate or have children due to the craze that can come from the heat going unchecked.”
Your laugh came after the shock wore off. It was boisterous and had you near to the point of crying from laughing to hard and so much.
“You gave me-“ you wheezed.
“It’s not that funny!” Peter hissed.
“-sex pills!” You doubled over, your vision blurry and your lungs burning. “You thought you were giving me supressant’s but really you were giving me pills to START my heat!”
Your laughter still hadn’t died out, even after Peter had curses you under your breath. You followed him out of the lab, small giggles leaving your lips.
Peter stalked away from the lab with that pout still on his lips. He moved past you and past the approach of Steve and Bucky, mumbling under his breath.
“What’s so funny?” Steve asked while stopping you from moving too far.
You all but collapsed in his embrace, your giggles dying down to your sharp intake of breath. You placed your hands on Steve’s chest and beamed up at him.
“Irony.” You said. “Peter tried so hard to keep me from you and Bucky, but in doing so, he only pushed me further.”
Steve’s eyebrows knit together and a small look of confusion took place on his handsome, beautiful face.
“I have to get back to work.” You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before moving to Bucky. “May wants to invite you both to dinner. Saturday night at 7!”
“We’ll be there.” Steve grinned.
“We’ll even bring you Pinot Noir, sweetheart.” Bucky added with a cheeky grin.
You pulled away from them and turned, shuffling back toward the genome lab, shaking your head over Peter’s blunder.
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Six:
"Papa, look!" Cori called out while Steve zipped Bitsy's pastel pink floral satin dress. When Steve didn't immediately look over at the four year old, she repeated, louder, "Papa!"
"What, baby?" Steve finally looked over at her. With a large toothy grin stretching her lips, she twirled around. Amused with how the skirt of her mint green floral satin dress puffed up. Steve couldn't help but smile and humor her, "Oh my goodness, you're so silly!"
Giggling, Cori plopped down on the floor to play with Princess Butterfly while Steve moved on to help Nevie put on her lilac purple dress shoes that matched her floral satin dress. Buckling them for her even though she whined and complained that she was a big girl and could do it herself. However, Steve was in no mood to deal with attitude and one quirk of his eyebrow had her quieting.
From the living room, Bucky called out, "Are we ready to go?"
Since Bucky was in charge of the boys, Steve looked over the girls. They had gotten their hair cut and styled, so with Steve finishing with putting Bitsy's shoes on the correct feet, he confirmed, "We're ready!"
"Alright!" Bucky clapped and instructed, "Let's go!"
"Be good, PB," Nevie instructed the orange kitten who was trying to get the shoelace the girls were holding above her little body.
Standing, Steve's heart raced and his stomach twisted into knots. The girls were on their way out of the room, but Steve paused. Needing a minute as he tried to keep it together. Of course, not that his body cooperated considering the tears started building in the rim of his eyes.
"Papa?" Bitsy questioned, pausing in the hallway and glancing back at him with those precious steel-blue eyes.
Sniffling, Steve waved her on and said, "I just need to use the potty real quick." Then, remembering that he had three four year olds, he asked, "Do you have to go potty?"
Bitsy shook her head, and Steve nodded, assuring her, "I'll be there in just a minute."
"Okay," Bitsy accepted and raced through the house for the garage with PB chasing after them.
Meanwhile, Steve's breath hitched and his chest clenched, and the tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He had been holding them in for the better part of the morning. But he couldn't help it. His baby was about to be celebrated and considered a man. And that made Steve more than just a little emotional.
Sure, Oliver was only thirteen and he had plenty of time to still be a kid. But those years were going to fly by just like the first thirteen had. And Steve was woefully unprepared for that.
Taking a tissue from his pocket, Steve wiped his face and blew his nose. As he turned to throw it away, Bucky called out, "Stevie?"
"In here," Steve croaked and mentally face-palmed because not even his voice was cooperating today.
Leaning against the doorway, Bucky shared a small, knowing smile. Extending his arm towards Steve, Bucky held his hand out invitingly. It didn't take a lot of convincing as Steve laced his fingers with his mate's and walked hand-in-hand with him as they left for the garage.
Of course, when they entered the garage, Steve snapped out of his emotional state and went into his papa mode. Especially since at least one kid was crying, three were arguing, and Kit all the while was singing the wrong lyrics to a song that wasn't even playing on the radio.
"Well," Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's shoulders. Teasing, "You were the one who wanted kids."
Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes and elbowed his ribs. While Bucky feigned pain, Steve mocked, "Didn't hear you complainin'."
"Hey," Bucky chuckled, "Anyone who did would be a stupid, stupid man."
Shaking his head, Steve walked around to the passenger side and climbed into the van. Bucky followed suit as he climbed in behind the steering wheel. Steve turned back to look at the kids and gained their attention by clapping his hands.
"This is what we're not going to do," Steve started. Nevie sniffled and wiped her eyes while Kit handed her blanky back to herself. Nodding, Steve continued, "We're going to be on our best behavior. We're not going to poke each other, or argue, or be loud. We're going to sit and listen because today is Oliver's big day and we want to respect him."
When none of the kids argued with him, Steve nodded to himself, said, "Good," then turned around to face the front. Giving Bucky the go ahead so the brunet could pull out of the garage.
Once on the street, Bucky held his hand palm-up for Steve. Predictably, Steve laced his fingers with Bucky's. Giving his alpha's hand a comforting squeeze, knowing that Bucky needed the comforter just as much as he did. And in return, Bucky squeezed Steve's hand right back.
Sooner than Steve wanted, they were pulling into Temple B'nai Jacob. Their older family members were there already and Steve plastered a smile on his face as he waved at some of the extended family members who waved at him.
Glancing over his shoulder, he told Oliver, "I don't want to see you give any attitude, understood?"
"Understood," Oliver sighed.
As Bucky put the van in park, Steve informed, "That includes sighing. And rolling your eyes."
Smiling back at the kids, Bucky added, "And you should probably be extra nice to the older relatives since they definitely gave you some real expensive gifts."
"Really?" Oliver perked, "How do you know?"
"Call it a hunch," Bucky smirked. When he caught Steve's eye, he winked, causing Steve to playfully roll his eyes.
"Now," Steve unbuckled and reminded, "I want everyone on their best behavior."
"Yup, the absolute best," Oliver mocked, sounding way too similar to Bucky in the moment as he climbed out of the van.
And, yup, I'm gonna cry, Steve internally mused, again.
As Steve pulled a tissue from his pocket, the rest of his family climbed out of the van. The older relatives of the extended family fawned over Oliver and Steve could see that he was trying his best to be the polite boy that he -- mostly -- was.
Sniffling, Steve climbed out of the passenger seat and accepted the hugs from the older women. Getting compliments for having such good looking and well-behaved kids. Steve just thanked them, but Bucky preened while letting the girls hold onto his fingers and twirl.
Losing track of time as more extended family members congratulated Oliver and Steve and Bucky. Only once more people arrived and most of the parking lot started filling up did they decide to head inside of the synagogue. Being cautious of the cars and their guests as Steve and Bucky held their children's hands as they headed for the entrance.
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ink and sins - series
summary: a/b/o + tattoo artist au
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The Dragon Warriors
Chapter One - Prologue
Introduction to the History of the Dragon Knights – author: unknown. Date: 1195
I was but a child when the Dragon Knights disappeared, so I’m writing this in the hopes that the memory of our world’s greatest heroes isn’t lost to time – so that future generations know what we once had, and will hopefully have one day again.
Despite asking every historian I can find, no one seems to know where they came from – I suppose at the time no one particularly cared. All that can be confirmed is that they were celebrated when they arrived, and deeply mourned when they were lost.
It’s also important to note that our world was not always made up of the broken land masses scattered across the seas as it is now. They were, in fact, once joined – forming one great nation under the rule of the mighty Lord Odin. While he ruled over the world as a whole, he could not – although some believe he chose not to – interfere in the smaller, dare I say insignificant matters.
Protecting the world, rather than the sum of its parts, as it were.
His refusal, reluctance… whatever it was meant that no aid was given to settlements when it was needed; the inhabitants left mostly defenceless to criminals or rogue dragons when they came knocking. It was this way for generations, until the day the first Knight appeared – it was then that everything changed.
Soon, there were many Knights – their true numbers still unconfirmed – but they became the protectors of our world; maintaining peace and keeping the darkness at bay; their heroics impossible without the assistance of their dragons – the most powerful of them all.
From the little I have discovered after many years of research, I have learned that Knights were not made, they were chosen. They were not from one village, but from all. What is even more peculiar is that, to this day, no-one knows exactly how a Knight was chosen – only that a Night Fury would arrive, and would soon depart with its rider.
Some say the dragon was born the same day as their companion; seeking them out as soon as they were old enough to leave wherever it was that they came from. Others believed it had something to do with their biology. Or a soul connection. I have found many theories, but no factual evidence.
I guess I never will, now.
Together, the Knights and their dragons kept the peace – stopping evil, be it on two legs or four, bringing hope, happiness and joy to those that saw them.
Then, one day, everything changed.
They say a new dragon was forged from the fires of Muspelheim by a sorcerer – a man so corrupted by evil, he was determined to destroy any that would challenge him so he could take control of the world. Our ancestors called him a Hydra – a man of many faces, a man of many powers. A man of evils so vast, that if left unchecked he would cover the land in a sickened darkness. Not that anyone knew of this at the time, of course. No, the Hydra watched and waited, biding his time; keeping to the shadows, learning what he could of his soon to be foes so that he could destroy them when the opportunity arose.
When his dragon was ready – when it was at its most powerful, its size challenging that of the tallest mountain he unleashed it upon our world; leaving the lands broken and burned in its wake. The once whole kingdom was destroyed, scattered across the vast ocean – settlements torn apart, families ripped away from one another - unable to reunite for many months until their dragons that had fled in fear eventually returned.
From what we heard from those that had seen the Knights before they vanished, there was a fire in their eyes at the destruction that had been wrought. The Knights sought out the Hydra and his beast – swearing vengeance for all they had destroyed.
It was the last time they were seen.
No one knows what happened to them, only that the Knights departed for battle and never returned. The dragon was killed, and the Hydra defeated – but the Dragon Knights and their Night Fury’s were never seen again. Many have speculated on what happened that day, on why they disappeared. Many have tried to find answers, tried to seek out the site of the final battle in the hopes of finding clues that could shed light on what exactly transpired that resulted in the loss of the greatest warriors our world has ever seen.
All have failed.
It is believed that they will return one day – when the next great evil touches the lands. But until then, their memories are honoured by books and songs, and by the traditions and oaths taken up by those who choose to stand in their place – by warriors who choose to make the ultimate sacrifice; just as the Knights did all those years ago.
A new Stucky fantasy AU for all you lovely people that’s been inspired by How To Train Your Dragon, so y’know... men riding dragons, and A/B/O so men riding each other...
You can read the first chapter here - I hope you enjoy! :)
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18+ like always Minors DNI.
Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega reader
Warnings: filth honestly. Cohersion. just a little (He’s desperate)
I know this isn’t my usual content but I’ve been challenging myself to get out of my comfort zone that is in between Enji’s titties. I’ve had Bucky Barnes brainrot since I was 14 but watching TFATWS stirred it up again so I hope everyone enjoys!
“Steve I really don’t think this is a good idea” You said with a roll of your eyes, setting the cup down probably harder than necessary.
“I know. And if I had any other option I would take it. But Tony said Bucks hormones are going to be out of whack for a while, we didn’t know his rut would hit while everyone was gone” Steve said, tone apologetic and stressed, “Just bring him dinner this once”.
“You know this is dangerous right? This is his first rut since Hydra and I’m an unbonded omega” You said, going to the fridge and grabbing the leftover plate Sam had made.
“Tony promised it would be like any normal one” He said, “Plus I’ve seen you two together. Maybe you’d be good for him”. You could practically see the smile on his face as your cheeks flamed. He was always the biggest tease about your crush on Bucky after you foolishly told him one night in confidence after one too many beers
“I’ll owe you” He pleaded.
“Big Time” You huffed, hanging up before he could ask you to do anything else. Your hands were shaking as you pressed the microwave buttons, watching with a pounding heart as the numbers ticked down. You were nervous, skin prickling with anxiety thinking about what you had to do. It was a simple task, just bring him his food and go, but as Bucky’s scent developed again in the last month and a half, you had found it nearly irresistible. It had even begun to be hard to stay in the same room with him for long, Steve snickering like a child anytime you had to quickly excuse yourself. Finally, once the food was done, you had siked yourself up enough to not shake as you took the plate out.
The closer you got to the door of his room, the stronger his scent got, leather and the smokiness of a dying campfire guiding you straight to him. You more or less knew how this was going to end when you got to his door and your panties were wet. You knocked quietly a few times against the door, words forming to call out to him with a deep growl cut you off.
“I can smell you out there” His gravelly voice groaned from beyond the locked door. You choked as your breath caught in your throat, scrambling to keep your thoughts straight.
“I- I brought you dinner Bucky” You said, heart thumping in your gut.
“You gotta unlock the door, Doll” He said, his voice so much closer than just a second before.
“Jesus they locked you in here?” You snapped, setting the plate and cup down to sweep the top of the doorway and grab the key. You knew it had been for your safety but it still seemed a little barbaric. As soon as the lock clicked the door was flying open, Bucky standing in the frame with a heaving chest. His blue eyes were dark as he drank in your scent, a rumbling croon so deep it was almost a growl pouring from his throat.
“Are you okay?” You asked, eyeing the sweat coating his muscular body and reddening of his face and neck. He huffed a laugh, hand raking up his face to clear the hair hanging in face, before clearing his throat and trying to think.
“I haven’t felt like this in years” He growled, metal hand gripping the door frame to keep himself steady, “So I’m surviving”. You both went silent, watching each other, and you knew the longer you stood there the more dangerous it got, but you couldn’t leave; feet rooted to the floor beneath you.
“I'm so sorry they did this to you” You said quietly, not meaning to say it out loud. Bucky looked at you for a moment, pain flashing through his stormy eyes before he cast them to the floor.
"Don't be. It isn’t anything I can’t deal with" he said, cutting off a groan of pain and panting as his legs shook. You unconsciously began to release a comforting scent, wanting desperately to take away his pain if only for a moment, and went to help him as he sagged against the doorway.
“You need to lie down, try to sleep, It’s late” You said, laying a gentle hand against his shoulder. He grasped your arm with a gentle grip, locking eyes with you as if to ask for permission, before rubbing the side of his throat against your wrist. His eyes fluttered closed at the contact, the arousing smoky scent amplifying as a low moan rolled from his chest.
“You smell so good Baby” He panted, lips brushing against your skin, “So sweet”.
“I think it’s your rut talking Buck” You said, nearly kicking yourself at how breathy it sounded. You silently thanked Tony for installing auto lights that dimmed during the evening because you could only imagine how flustered you would look if he could see your flushed face.
“I know what I’m saying and I’m not tired” He growled in an almost pouting manner, teeth nipping against the skin of your wrist. You could practically smell how bad he wanted to mark you, the desperate twinge to his scent causing warmth to pool in your gut.
“I-I’ve gotta go” You say quickly before you can act on the thoughts and feelings rushing through you, pure instinct surging to the forefront of your brain.
“No No don’t go. Please” Bucky begged, pulling you back to him when you tried to walk away, clinging to you and holding you to his chest, “Don’t leave me”. His scent was even more irresistible at the source, his cool metal hand cradling the back of your head and pressing it into the side of his neck. You sighed defeatedly, pressing feather soft kisses against the sweaty column of his throat.
“Let’s get you to bed” You whispered, rubbing soothing hands up his back to his shoulders. He groaned at your touch, allowing you to turn him around and guide him back into the dark room. The clicking of the door closing seemed to act as a seal, Bucky’s Alpha scent heating the room and making your head spin. The dual temperatures of his hands had you shivering as he squeezed your hips, pressing you back against the wall next to the door with a soft growl.
“Before we go any further, and before I officially drop off into rut head space for the next hour or two, are you sure you’re up for this?” He asked, lust filled eyes searching your face for hesitation, “Because once we start I won’t be able to stop”. You felt a shock of heat prickle down your spine at his rough tone, voice barely above a whisper in an attempt to keep himself under control.
“Yes Bucky. I want to help you” You said, laying a hand against his bare chest and placing the other softly against his cheek. He nuzzled into your palm with a growl, his rough stubble rasping against your skin. His strong hands went to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. The display of strength had a gush of slick leaking out against your thighs. You clung to his shoulders as he carried you over to his bed, laying you down in the soft sheets saturated with his scent. He pressed his face against your throat, breathing in with a satisfied sigh. The longing in his heart would finally be quelled, hunger satiated with his scent wrapped around you. The Alpha inside of him finally quiet for once.
He had pulled away for a moment, studying you in quiet concentration, metal hand holding your waist, his right hand rubbed against the soft skin of your ribs.
“What's wrong?” You asked, sitting up onto your elbows.
“Nothing, it's just” He paused, warm fingers moving up and pressing you back down against the pillows by your shoulder. “They- They always made me go through my ruts alone in Hydra. Made the soldier more aggressive for missions afterward”. You squeezed his hand as he shook himself from the memory.
“I just don’t want to hurt you” He whispered, bringing the hand squeezing him to his lips.
You sat up again and took his face between your hands. His skin was still flushed, sheer force of will and the anxiety of losing control were the only things keeping the rut from taking his body, and tears swam in his eyes as you forced him to look at you.
“You won’t Buck. You’re in control. He isn’t you” You said, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. The relief washing over him was almost palpable, the rigid muscles of his shoulders and back loosening. “You can let go. I can handle it”. His whole body trembled, blue eyes nearly shining in the low lighting before he clenched them shut, a ragged moan rumbling from his chest as he buried his face into your throat again.
“You’re so perfect” Bucky breathed against your skin, lips hot and smooth against your collarbones. He attempted to pull your shirt up, not even allowing you to sit up and remove it yourself before shredding the t-shirt up the middle with a snarl. The groan that left him at the sight of your bare chest had your pussy clenching. He palmed the warm mounds of your breasts before making his way down to your leggings. You could tell he was dropping into his rut fast, breath coming out in ragged pants and blue eyes glazed with burning hunger. Once your pants were discarded, he sat back, spreading your thighs to reveal your dripping cunt to his view.
“Smell so good. Like you were made for me", Bucky said so quietly you wondered if he had meant to say it out loud at all
He pulled your legs back around his waist, pressing his body to yours and burying his right hand in your hair. His lips were scorching against yours, tongue gliding a wet stripe against your bottom lip before pressing in. You whined into his mouth, his hips rutting down against yours with a broken moan.
“Mine” He growled, his icy eyes flicking up to yours with an affirming stare. If his possessive scent wasn’t enough to tell you you were his, the strong hand cupping the nape of your neck, fingers massaging and turning your body to butter, was.
“Yes. All yours” You sighed, cheeks heating at the admission. You had loved Bucky for a long time. Ever since Steve had first brought him back from Hydra and you had met him while making Tony his morning coffee in the tower kitchen. It had felt like you had tunnel vision, your eyes locking with bright blue and losing air for a moment. The pain shining through his body language and his muted scent had broken your heart. Once the high dose suppressants had worn off, the rich smoky leather scent you had come to love so much finally came through, unfortunately that meant unpredictable ruts like these until his hormones balanced out. Bucky’s frustrated snarl and the sound of shredding material brought you out of your thought, the remnants of his boxer briefs dangling from his vibranium fist. He sat up to his knees with a grunt and threw the material off to the side of the bed.
“Can’t wait anymore” He growled, fisting his thick cock in his hand and pumping a few times, precum pouring from the tip. His smoky scent was only getting stronger, drowning you in warm waves of arousal and making every nerve in your body buzz. You flipped to your stomach, pushing up on your knees and presenting to him. His responding groan had fire boiling in your stomach, the cool metal of his hand running across your ass and down the arch of your back to push your shoulders deeper into the sheets.
“Down” He rumbled, the deep predatory tone making your dripping cunt clench around nothing. You gasped as his tongue licked up your slit, delving in and drinking down your juices with a groan.
“Good girl, my omega. Mine, mine, mine” He mumbled as he buried his face into your cunt, hands pulling your ass up and spreading it. The vibrations of his voice sent shocks of pleasure up your spine, hands balling into the sheets as he devoured you. Right as you were at the edge of release he pulled away, right hand smacking down on your ass as he sat up behind you. The tip of his cock pressed up against you, gathering wetness and sinking into your tight heat with one rough thrust.
“So wet” He sighed, strong hands squeezing your waist and pulling you as close to him as possible. The stretching ache of him being buried so deep had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Bucky dragged out slowly, fucking back into you as your slick gushed around him.
“Please Bucky, Alpha. Faster Please” You moaned ,trying to use the leverage to push back against him. The snarl that bubbled up from his throat had heat pulsing in your blood, his metal hand collecting both of your wrists and restraining them behind your back.
“Don’t move, Omega” He growled, slamming his hips into yours and finally picking up the pace. That's what he was waiting for. Wanting you to beg for him. The heavy thrusts of his thick cock, along with the sinful growls pouring from his lips, had you tipping over the edge of your previously denied orgasm and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.
“Tight. So fucking tight” He hissed, fingers gripping your soft flesh so hard you could feel the burning of fresh bruises, “m’ Gonna knot you. Pump you so full”.
“Please. Make me yours” You cried, legs shaking as he hammered into you. All you got in reply was his animalistic grunts and the feeling of his teeth grazing your shoulder. A rumbling croon of appreciation graced your ears as you lay your head to the side, baring your throat for him in submission against his sharp canines.
“Good fuckin’ Girl” Bucky snarled, plunging in as deep as he could once more before finally cumming. His whole body shook, trembling from the toes up as his knot locked into place and stretched you, hot cum coating your walls and warming your insides.
“Tha-Thank you” He panted, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck and resting his sweat slicked forehead against the middle of your shoulders. Heated praises peppered your skin with his kisses as he rocked into you, rubbing his scent across your throat.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Bucky whispered, hands feather light he maneuvered you to where you were lying facing each other, your leg propped up on his hip.
“I’m fine. More than fine” You sighed with a dreamy smile, curling up against his chest.
“Good. Because once this knot is gone, I’m gonna take my time” He grinned deviously, tipping your chin up to lick into your mouth. You smiled back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and grinding down against him. This was going to be a long four days.
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tony stark is a beta. with all the money he has, why not spend it on something a little more.. fruitful, than big skyscrapers. so he decides to add onto the stark industries corporation. stark’s breeding farm. SBF for short. basically, he sources well bred omegas and well statured alpha’s to breed , for the sake of his own entertainment.
his prized possession is peter, who turns out to be one of the healthiest momma’s he’s ever had. peter pumps out pup after pup, many many other alpha’s are just dying for a taste of his silky smooth skin. tony is a bit protective, so he makes sure only the most suitable alpha’s are allowed to breed him.
bucky comes along and, he becomes smitten with the small omega. they have their first litter, and bucky wont stop whining when he has to fuck into some other bitch. he cries for peter, like a child without its mother.
tony gives into temptation.
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Bucky fic is at 2.3k right now without editing. Trying to decide if I want to finish editing and post it tonight or wait until tomorrow 🤔
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summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”
pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love
a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity.
You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.
Sometimes you scented each other, too.
His scent was reminding you all kinds of things that you considered safety and homey, so you never said ‘no’ when he wanted to scent you. He let you scent him back most of the time and you used it on his behalf; scenting him when he felt anxious, letting him bury his nose into your neck so that he’d calm down after a brutal mission or nightmare. It worked well for both of you.
Sometimes, though, you wished something more from him. There were times where you wanted him to kiss you, to pull you flush against his muscle-clad, big and warm body and to touch you like that. You wanted to know how his arousal smelled like up-close, but you were valuing your friendship a bit too much to make a move; you were afraid that you’d lose him, and you couldn’t take the risk.
So, you kept it to yourself.
Times went by while both of you went on with your cute flirting and occasional hair-playing and cuddle/hug and scenting game. You knew you should have stopped scenting him back, you didn’t want to get in between him and his potential mate, since he’d been seeing other women sometimes. You overheard him and Sam talking about Tinder and getting dates from there. You also saw him carrying a gorgeous blonde to his room while kissing the daylight out of her.
You wanted so badly to be her, but it was just not possible. You knew it.
Sighing to yourself, you wiggled under your thick duvet, burying your body into the bed even more. It was way too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Your bed was comfy, warm and you put your duvet into a position that got you looking like a burrito. You were supposed to be passed out with these beautiful conditions, but your body was too hot, you felt too itchy to go to sleep. Your heat was close. You could sense it; you were in the pre-heat phase and you had about two days until it hit you.
You growled to yourself angrily a little as you wiggled a bit more. Your head was partially under your pillow when you heard your phone ping-ing. Frowning, you stuck your hand out to grab it, seeing that you had one unread message. You opened it.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out accidentally when you saw what it was.
It was Bucky. He was shirtless and had his dog tags on. He was holding a cup in his big hands. All the muscles and veins were visible and bulging. He had a flirtatious look on his face. He seemed to wearing thin basketball shorts under, but they did very little to hide whatever he was… hiding there.
“Shit,” you whimpered. Your face was heating up rapidly. You felt your body was ready to burst, explode, whatever. Your heart was beating in your mouth. You could feel your pussy getting wet and even throb a little. You swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth when you heard another ping.
ah, shit, sorry, doll. i meant to send that to someone else.
Well, you thought and sighed.
“It’s not fair,” you whined and inched down on your bed, your legs spreading themselves instinctively. You bit your lip. You could finally make a move and say something suggestive, or you could just… chicken out. “Fuck him,” you muttered. “Fuck him sideways.” Your phone ping-ed again.
how is it look, though? i’m not sure about sending it rn
i think i’m chickening out
You rolled your eyes as his texts. Of course he didn’t like the picture where he looked so fucking sexy.
no, you look good, you texted him back. you look damn good, actually. idk why you’re chickening out. You saw the three dots that were inclining that he was writing and waited.
i dunno, he sent. she’s real nice, ya know. i don’t wanna fuck up
“Fuck whoever she is,” you whispered. “Fuck her if she thinks you’re fucking up when you send her a picture like this.”
why would sending a shirtless pic make you fuck up anyways?
she might think i’m a bit forward? idk honey i really care about her and i don’t want her to think i’m only talking to her bc i wanna fuck her ‘til she passes out.
“What the fuck,” you whispered again, your eyes narrowing and scent turning into its sickly sweet self by the half-dirty talk. Bucky never said anything to you like this before. You shared almost everything, but when the subject was sex Bucky was always a bit shy. Now, though, he didn’t sound shy. “I shouldn’t find this sexy.”
well, i don’t think she’ll have a problem with that, pal. esp with that pic
The three dots appeared again.
so you’re saying that she’ll know that my only purpose isn’t fucking her through her mattress?
i mean i know this isn’t a dick pic but still
You shake your head fondly. Even when he was trying to sext with a woman, he was being a gentleman. You liked that about him. He was always thinking how the other person would feel if his actions were to get misunderstood. It was cute.
you’re cute, you sent. she’ll understand.
Dots appeared but disappeared a second later. It repeated itself for a couple time before it totally vanished. You frowned but didn’t think too much about it. There really wasn’t much he could say to your last text, you thought. Maybe he finally sent the picture to the person who should have received it in the first place.
You took a deep breath as you looked at the picture again.
God, he was so handsome. He recently had a haircut, and it looked very good on him. He had faint stubble. When you first looked at the picture, you thought he had a flirtatious look, but actually he was just adorable. He was caught in mid-wink, you thought. His flesh hand was dwarfing the big navy colored mug he had in his hand. You knew that mug, you bought him that as a birthday gift, and it was a very big one. You never noticed how big his hands were before, but now that you knew, it was going to be hard to take your eyes away from them.
“Ugh,” you grunted, feeling the itchy sensation increasing. “Fuck me.” Locking your phone, you dropped it on your night stand. You were wet and horny, but you didn’t have any energy to touch yourself. So, you just hugged your pillow and closed your eyes.
The morning found you pouring yourself a cereal with still sleepy eyes. The sun was shining brightly, the kitchen was quiet and it seemed like you were the only living creature in the tower. You yawned as you put the cereal box down and poured some milk into your bowl. You perched yourself onto the chair by the kitchen island and dug into your cereal.
You had… vivid dreams last night. It included a pair of hands touching your naked skin, blur of colors and some moaning. You vaguely remembered that there were hushed whispers of a little dirty talk, but the details blurred as soon as you woke up.
That meant you were even achier than last night. You grunted into your cereal.
“Hey,” you heard someone murmur and jumped, it was Bucky. He looked like he just came back from a run. “Shit, sorry,” Bucky muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You shrugged as you slurped the last of your cereal. With the corner of your eyes, you saw his nostrils flare and realized he was scenting the air. “Y’alright, doll?”
“Mmhm, just achy,” you murmured and carried your bowl to the sink. Bucky stayed silent and watched you washing your bowl and rolling your shoulders a couple times. He could smell your scent; it was content but somehow… off. He also knew your heat was close. Your scent was too sweet albeit being a little off, it was like he just stepped into a bakery and got hit with freshly baked goods. It was mouthwatering. Eyes narrowing, Bucky murmured a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself, he stepped behind you.
“You seem awfully tense, honey,” Bucky muttered into your ear as he pressed his body to yours. “Couldn’t sleep well?” You tensed. You could feel the heat coming off of his body, could smell his clean sweat, cologne and his own musk; it was woody and fresh: like a bonfire in the middle of a forest. More importantly, you could feel all the muscles and ridges on his body against yours.
“Somethin’ like that,” you whispered. Bucky cooed at you softly. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you in and making you rest your body against his. His scent surrounded you in a second, and you felt like you were being cocooned in your bed by your soft blankets.
“Breathe with me, love,” he murmured. “It will help you loosen up.” You swallowed and nodded. Feeling his chest moving behind you, you followed his movements. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re doing great.” You breathed in, in, and in and then let it ouuuut. You felt your shoulder relax a bit. “That’s it,” he whispered and─
His lips were right over your pulse. His stubble was rubbing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You shuddered uncontrollably. Bucky hushed you as his lips brushed against your skin. His hot breath was licking your neck, making the hair on your body rise. He nosed your glands there; taking lungful of your scent, Bucky grumbled to himself about how good you smell.
With a small grunt of his, he took a step forward and cornered you against the counter. You gasped.
“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, “You are tense, honey.” His lips found your jaw, his nose poked your temple and you shuddered again.
It felt like you were underwater but weren’t drowning; everything was peaceful quiet, and you were floating.
“Bucky,” you whispered. He hummed. “Bucky…” He kissed your neck, bit down on the flesh and sucked it a little. You felt your legs tremble when you felt your heat creeping in even closer and grabbed his arms around your waist for support. You tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him, and closed your eyes.
Placing kisses all over your neck, nibbling on your jaw, one of his hands grabbed your face to turn it towards him. “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop.” You didn’t say anything but leaned into his touch. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” you whispered, surpassing a shiver. Your heat was taking over your body, and Bucky needed the verbal confirmation before it consumed you.
“Honey,” he said softly. “Your heat is starting, do you want me to help you?” You gasped silently, realizing that you were feeling woozy a little and your vision was fuzzy around the edges, now.
“Yes,” you answered him. “Please, alpha?”
Bucky’s chest rumbled lightly with approval and captured your lips with his. You moaned into his mouth. It was as soft as it looked and was caressing yours so nicely. You whimpered as you sneaked your hand into his slightly damp hair. You craned your neck to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue join the game, too. Bucky groaned.
“Fuck, love,” he whimpered. “Your skin feels so soft under my hands, your body is so warm… Mmm, I wanna eat you right up.” You wiggled in his arms.
“Please,” you whispered. Bucky bit down on your bottom lip. His other hand sneaked into your pajama bottoms, sliding right into your panties and nudging your clit gently. You gasped loudly as Bucky cursed.
“Holy shit, honey,” Bucky groaned. “You’re wetting your pajama bottoms with your slick.” You whimpered when you felt one long digit swiping the slick that gathered between the lips of your pussy. “Is it for me?” He asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. You nodded. Bucky tugged on your hair. “Words. Use’em.”
“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, only for you, Bucky, yes!”
“That’s more like it,” Bucky murmured and slid two of his fingers inside you. Biting your lip to stop yourself moan loudly, your hand tightened in Bucky’s hair and you bared your throat to Bucky by the throwing your head back even more, submitting him.
The way Bucky was fingering you was relentless; two of his long and thick fingers were stroking your wet walls, crooking them to graze over your sensitive spot sometimes while the heel of his hand was pressing down on your clit. You were being stimulated from almost all your open ended nerves so perfectly, you wanted to cry.
“I wish you see how you look right now, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You’re so deep into your pleasure...” You hummed and let out a gasp when he crooked his fingers again. “You take my fingers so nicely. My hand is drenched, baby, goddamn.” He nosed your bared throat, taking deep breaths, Bucky filled his lungs with your sweet heat scent. “Gotta get you to your room, love. The whole kitchen is gonna smell like your heat if we don’t.” You whined, but you weren’t lost in your head yet, so you knew he was right. You nodded. Bucky kissed your neck and suddenly, your world was upside down.
You were thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman and you were his prey. “Bucky!” He chuckled, his metal hand slapping your ass, he stepped into the elevator and told Jarvis to go up to your floor. He carried you like that throughout the whole trip. You got to feel his back muscles all the way to your room, though, so you thought it wasn’t so bad.
Bucky dropped you on the floor gently. You were standing right in front of your room. “I can wait here,” Bucky murmured and continued when he saw your confused look. “While you are getting nest sorted out, I can wait here.”
Your heart swelled in your chest because ain’t he the most thoughtful.
“Aww, James,” you whispered. He just smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Really?” He nodded. You knew he took these kinds of things serious because he was a bit old-school, but you liked that about him very much.
“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you go ahead and sort your nest out while I get us some water and snacks?” You placed your hand on your heart.
“A man after my stomach,” you said dreamily, making him snort. “Okay.” He kissed your neck one more time and walked back to the elevator.
You had a spring on your step as you walked inside of your room and stripping the bed from unnecessary things. You pulled out your softest linens, blankets and pillows; arranging them on the bed the way you liked, you added some extra tiny pillows. It looked inviting, personal and smelled like you strongly. You smiled, pleased with your efforts. Just as you sat down on the bed in your underwear, you had kept your oversize t-shirt though, you heard a knock.
“Come in!” You called out and saw Bucky’s smiling, handsome face. He had arms full of snacks and water bottles, he also had other things which you couldn’t figure out what. You watched him as he put the things he carried into your room on your small desk.
“I, uh,” he started, suddenly looking bashful. “I thought you might want, uh,” Bucky stammered over his words and just handed you something.
It was his blanket from his bed and the sweatshirt you saw him wearing yesterday.
“I can always put them aside or bring more, whatever you want,” Bucky hurriedly added. You shook your head as you reached and took them from him. You folded the sweatshirt and put it right next to your bed where you would be reaching something to wear after you were through, and spread the blanket on your bed, rearranging your pillows. You took your t-shirt off before you turned and faced with Bucky.
You walked up to him slowly until you were standing right in front of him. You could see his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating and him scenting the air. “Kiss me, alpha?” Bucky let out a broken sound before he pulled you against his body, his flesh hand cradling your face gently, and leaned down to give you the kiss that you asked for so nicely.
It was, hands down, the most loving and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It was nothing like the kiss you’ve shared in the kitchen. This one was chaste. Bucky’s lips were soft, and he was kissing you like a longtime lover. Moaning lightly, you tilted your head to your side and deepened the kiss a bit; pushing up on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping themselves around your waist one more time.
You felt amazingly consumed and caged and overwhelmed, and you were fucking loving it.
Bucky pulled back slightly. “Bed,” he commanded. His voice was rough and low. His woodsy, fresh smell had taken a sharp turn and now it was more like burning wood and citrus. You loved how forest-y his scent was. You quickly climbed on the bed, and a second later Bucky joined you.
His big body caged yours under him. The body heat this man had was driving you crazy because he was so fucking warm, it made you want to wrap yourself around him like a koala and never let go.
“Bucky…” You breathed when you felt his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, gasped when he placed a soft bite there. His light stubble was rubbing your skin raw, but you were loving it just like everything else. You felt him press his body against yours fully as he drew in a deep breath.
“God, your scent is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured and kissed his way downwards. He stopped when he came across to your bra, looking up in your eyes, he silently asked for permission to take it off. You nodded. As soon as your breasts were free from their containment, Bucky latched on to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.
“Fuck!” You yelped when he bit down and sucked and did… things with his tongue. He was licking and sucking, his saliva had covered your nipple and you could hear the slurping sound. It was so sexy, the pleasure was so intense; you felt like you were about to come. Whimpering, you slid your hands in his short hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. Bucky hummed. The vibrations and the graze of his teeth made you hiss, your body was trashing beneath his strong one.
Bucky pulled back with a ‘pop’, licking his lips, his fingers toyed with your other nipple. “How are you feelin’, love?” He asked. You panted lightly as you gave him thumbs up but yelped again when he pinched your nipple. “Words,” he growled. “I told you to use them.”
“’m good,” you whimpered, nipple throbbing deliciously. “’m good, I swear, ‘m fine, alpha.” Bucky hummed at the name. He always liked being called ‘alpha’ during sex before, he was never shy to tell his partners to call him that when he wanted to end his dancing night with someone, but hearing you call him that was turning him on in a whole different level.
Growling approvingly to himself, Bucky’s fingers found the hem of your panties. Before he could ask for permission, you lifted your hips to help him remove them easily. Bucky took a hold of the flimsy fabric, quickly dragging it down your beautiful legs, he threw them somewhere in the room. You were now under him with all your naked fucking glory, and Bucky’s mouth was watering at the sight of you. His gums were hurting with the desire to claim and mark you.
“You are gorgeous, baby,” Bucky murmured, fingers trailing over your soft skin and making you shiver happily. He leaned in. His light stubble rasped against your nipple as he nosed your collarbone, licking and sucking small marks there. You sighed. Your hands were buried deep in his short hair, the fluffiness of it turning into a messy state. “You feel so good against me,” he murmured again, lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your breasts. You whimpered. The ache between your legs was getting intolerable with each passing second, and you wanted him to take you already.
“Bucky…” You breathed. “Please, Bucky, alpha, I-I can’t, it h-hurts,” you babbled, hands now clawing his strong and wide shoulders. Quickly, Bucky shushed you with kisses, murmured filthy nonsense into your ear as he trailed one hand down your front. You gasped when his fingers brushed against your clit. It was already so sensitive and throbbing and aching─
“So wet,” Bucky whispered. “I’m gonna taste it later.” He brushed his fingers up and down for a couple times and pulled his hand back. “Now, we make your hurting stop, love.” You nodded. Your eyes were half-closed, you looked debauched without Bucky doing anything properly yet, and more importantly you looked drunk with only a couple kisses and touching from him.
If that ain’t the best kind of ego boost, I don’t know what is, Bucky thought to himself as he bit his lip and removed his clothes. Your sweet heat scent was filling his lungs and the room, and making him feel lightheaded. His skin was prickling with the intensity of your scent. He knew very well no matter how many times he’d shower that he would be smelling like you even days after your heat ended. Honestly, that would be a dream come true for Bucky.
His crush on you was getting stronger rather than dying down. He had tried dating with other people, hooking up or just spend his rut with at least a partner, but he just couldn’t because his body was yearning yours. His lungs were desperate for your sweet, calming scent filling them, his fingers were itching to feel your skin, and his lips were tingling to meet with yours… His whole body had been wanting you, no one else had made him feel this way before.
“God, Y/N,” Bucky breathed. His eyes were now fully black, face darkened with lust and his body heat had increased. He was about to enter his rut, he knew it. Bucky leaned forward and licked a fat line from your collarbone to all the way up to your ear, making your bonding glands throb. You gasped at the feeling.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You sighed, eyes screwed shut. Bucky hummed. His fingers moved south, were quick to find your dripping and aching core, he slipped two of his fingers in you. You moaned. His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, thumb pressing lightly on your clit. He could feel the poor thing throb beneath his fingertip, Bucky chuckled against your throat and nipped the skin there. You moaned one more time, but louder, your nails dug them deep into Bucky’s meaty shoulders. Bucky hissed at the slight pain, but all the pain during sex was welcomed in his book.
Bucky pulled his fingers out and pushed off of you, ignoring your little whines. “Present,” he ordered, his voice was still soft even though his commanding tone. Whimpering, you flipped onto your tummy, pressed your chest against the soft linens beneath you and lifted your ass high up on the air. Bucky groaned. “Damn, kitten,” he whispered. You shivered. He placed his hands on your ass, and then moved them up, up, up and slid one of them into your hair. “Do I need a condom?” You nodded.
“Birth control is no good for me,” you panted lightly. Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss on your cheek, he leaned sideways to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. You rubbed your face, wiggled your hips and fisted the bedding as Bucky put on the condom. As soon as he was done, he walked closer to you on his knees and immediately draped his body onto yours. You sighed at the skin-to-skin contact.
“Tell me if you want to or need me to stop because you don’t like what we’re doing, alright?” Bucky murmured. You nodded.
“I will,” you slurred slightly and earned another kiss on your cheek. You hummed happily. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your wet folds and held your breath. With a smooth, slow thrust of his hips, Bucky slid into you. “Fuuuck,” you sighed, eyes closed and mouth open, drooling just a little bit. The ache in your core was disappeared as soon as Bucky filled you up.
“Goddamn,” Bucky gritted. Your pussy was hugging his hard as hell cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he was being wrapped with the softest blankets to ever exist. Falling onto his elbows, Bucky placed kisses on your bare shoulders. He moved his arms carefully and wrapped them around your torso. One of his hands was wrapped lightly around your neck, and you felt another flame taking over your body with the feeling.
“Move,” you whispered. “Alpha, please, move.” Bucky shushed you gently. Never stopping peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek, Bucky moved his hips slowly at first. You gasped, head thrown back on Bucky’s shoulder, you closed your eyes.
Your mind was fogged, body wrung tight with sexual frustration and the coil in your belly was burning hotter each passing second. You could feel your heat taking over your body. Bucky’s strong scent was covered with the traces of faint rut, and his scent was clogging up all your senses.
It felt magnificent.
“Alpha,” you moaned when his cock touched a spot in you, your body suddenly waking up. Bucky grunted. His rut was making him a little non-verbal, but he was okay with it. “Faster,” you whimpered. “Faster, harder, alpha, fuck!” The breath knocked out of your lungs with Bucky’s hard thrust.
Grunting and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky started slamming into you. Your slick was now covering his inner thighs and groin, making these obscene sounds to echo in your room and your skin to stuck each other whenever Bucky’s pelvis kissed yours. You whimpered. Your body was both loosening up and tightening even more as Bucky’s thrusts became harder and deeper. Your body was melting under his, muscles were getting lax because of the rut scent and soft rumbles Bucky was occasionally letting out.
“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, nose poking your bonding glands. “You smell so good, omega,” he murmured, and you shuddered under him. Bucky chuckled darkly. His hot breath licked over your pulse. His short fangs grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck as his pace turned into even something more feral. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, you were deafened by it.
You whimpered when you felt his teeth again. You had no fear of Bucky mating you, you knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t do that, but feeling him dragging his fangs up and down like that on your bonding glands was incredibly turning you on. You grabbed onto his arms when he slightly straightened up so that he could drive in you deeper.
“Shit,” you gasped. Bucky growled. His arms around your neck tightened its hold a bit, enough to make you feel every drag of oxygen. “Fuck, Bucky─” His cock was driving in and out of you at a mad pace, balls slapping against your clit and obscene sounds of your wet pussy was driving you even crazier.
With a snarl, Bucky pulled you up against him, flipping you on your back in a matter of seconds. When he slid into your once again, you felt the bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. You gasped, looking down, your mouth hung open on its own. Bucky chuckled.
“That mouth of yours is hungry, ain’t it?” He asked, a filthy smirk on his face. You tried to swallow the spit, but he didn’t let you. He stuffed three of his metal fingers into your mouth. “Suck on’em, honey,” he ordered lovingly. You moaned as you did what you were being told and felt his pace falter for a second. “Fuck.” You hummed around his fingers. His rut scent getting stronger, covering your body, your bed and leaving its mark deep into your bones, you felt like a cat under the sun.
Bucky placed his flesh hand on your pussy. His hips were moving with a rapid pace, your fluids were mixing with his. His thumb found your clit and started to play with it. You cried out. your back arching, you moaned around his fingers, your pussy tightening on his cock. Bucky gasped and grunted. His balls were hurting because of how full they were.
“Come for me,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ come for me, omega,” his harsh whispering voice commanded. You felt your eyes roll back as the pleasure and blinding orgasm took over your body. Bucky cursed as he felt your mouth watering even more around his fingers, pussy walls clamping on his cock and knot. Gasping, Bucky leaned in and pulled his fingers out your mouth so that he could kiss you. Bucky was so close, so fucking close─
“Mmm,” you hummed into his kiss. “C’me f’r me, alpha,” you murmured, placing sloppy kisses on his mouth. “C’mon, breed me, fill me up, make a mess─”
Groaning loudly, Bucky slammed forward one last time before he felt his knot popped. His balls seized so hard, Bucky let out a wounded sound. You shushed him. Placing your hands on his face, you kissed him. He sighed into the kiss as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, fucking his come deeper into you.
“Fuck, honey,” Bucky breathed out when the intense part of his orgasm washed away. You smiled, kissing him again. Bucky kissed you back soundly. “Damn, I’ve never come that hard before,” he said, chuckling.
“Good,” you said. Your scent flaring up with smugness, Bucky laughed.
“Yeah, alright, you’re possessive,” he said with a smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked your head. Bucky continued to smile but couldn’t stop himself from leaning down for another kiss.
After a couple minutes of lazy make-out, Bucky carefully re-arranged your positions so that he could cuddle you without crushing you. You lay like that in silence, feeling content. Your heat and his rut had diminished for the time being, giving you some time to recover. You were playing with his metal hand when the thought struck you.
“Hey,” you murmured, and Bucky hummed as an answer. “What did she say?” You asked him. He made a confused sound.
“Who? About what?”
“You sent me a picture last night and said you were chickening out because she was real nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up,” you explained, a little bit jealousy slipping into your scent. “Did you send her the picture? What did she say?” You felt him freeze momentarily, but then he let out a small chuckle.
“I sent it, yes,” he said. “She said that I look damn good and that I can’t fuck this thing up, not with that picture, and that I’m cute and she’ll understand why I sent it.”
“It was intentional,” you murmured. Bucky hummed in approval, kissing your shoulder and tightening his arms around you. “You asshole,” you shrieked, hitting his arm. “You could have just come to me!” Bucky laughed as you hit him again.
“I’m sorry!” He said. “I actually didn’t mean to send you that picture, I swear. I hit send accidentally, but I also said ‘might as well’ afterwards, so,” he murmured, shrugging.
“God, I can’t believe this,” you grumbled. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “I couldn’t sleep last night because of that picture,” you admitted.
Bucky frowned. “Why?”
“I was horny, Bucky,” you said. Bucky let out a loud laugh.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all.
“No, you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, pouting at the same time.
“No, I’m not,” he agreed, slowly moving on top of you. “I can make it up, though…” Kissing your cheek, he poked your nose with his playfully. “You said you were horny, right? How about I do something about that?” You smirked.
“I’m in heat, Barnes,” you said. “You better make it up to me.” Bucky smirked right back at you.
“Your wish is my command, m’Queen,” he said, sweeping you into a passionate kiss.
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Hiii, congrats on 1200! Moodboard are such a fun idea to celebrate! Can I request 2 aesthetics? Bucky and Viking au, and Lance with a/b/o au if possible!❤️ - nano--raptor
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Everything Has Changed: Part 8
“Tell me your story.” Wine was poured, fresh bread was sitting in a metal basket on the table and Natasha sat across from you. “You seem like you have an interesting one.”
The comment seemed off handed, especially coming from someone like Natasha Romanoff. If you were to compare life stories, it wouldn’t be a competition on who’s life was filled with more adventure and action and of course tragedy. While you didn’t know all the details, you knew the bare bones of her tale, from the red room in which she was trained to be a master assassin, to her becoming one of the avengers after Clint had saved her. You knew the foundation without knowing everything in between and that was enough to make her story far more interesting than your own.
“So do you.” You countered while reaching for the glass of wine that was in front of you. You wrapped your hand around the glass and lift it to your lips, sipping on the blanched wine within the glass, the taste a direct balance between sweet and bold.
“Yes,” Natasha confirmed, “my story is built on violence. What’s yours made of?”
You bid your time by sipping slowly on the expensive wine, letting the taste fill and burst in your mouth. The wheels in your head were turning, the story she wanted you to tell and the story you wanted to tell were starkly different. She wanted to hear everything, she wanted to know what made you the omega you are today, however your story wasn’t without its own tragedies.
“What happened after the Snap?” She asked, leaning her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her palm. “Let’s start there.”
You looked away, still clenching the wine glass. You didn’t want to victimize yourself. The Snap was over and you came out on top. You survived the Snap and its after effects, you pushed through.
“Both May and Peter were snapped. Peter never came back from space and May never came back from work. I watched the news that night and heard that the Avengers had lost, Thanos had take half of life in every universe, in every world in every liveable galaxy.” You spoke while analyzing the dips and the curves in the design of the cutlery wrapped in thick cloth. “I was trying to go to school, I was trying to make sense of the world without my only family members I had. Rent went unpaid and an eviction notice was served.”
You couldn’t look at her; you couldn’t look anywhere but the cutlery.
“What did you do? They had shelters for omega’s. Why didn’t you go to one?” Natasha’s voice had drawn your attention back to her.
She was watching you, she was studying you from across the table. There was a deeply stricken vein of empathy that was radiating from her to you. She lost family too. She lost people she loved.
“He took more alpha’s than omega’s. That was the general consensus after the dust had settled. The omega shelters filled up quickly with mothers and fathers, children without parents. Young kids were left completely stranded. I was 17, I could survive on my own. I wasn’t going to take a place in the shelter when there were so many others that needed help.” You sighed and moved the tip of your index finger around the rim of your wine glass, tracing the smooth edge.
“What did you do?” Natasha pressed, invested in your story. “Where did you go?”
“I lived in my car until I went to university. I lived in my car while finishing high school and took odd jobs here and there to be able to afford gas. Some days I had to choose between gas and eating, but most days I could afford to do both. It was a hard two years but I survived.” You skipped the parts about the attempted break in’s.
You missed the part where alpha’s who survived were so driven by anger and chaos an the need to feel something, had tried to break into your car to get to you. Because of your situation you couldn’t afford supressant’s, which meant your heats went unchecked. During your heat’s, you would drive out of the city into the middle of nowhere and deal with it in an area where no alpha’s could find you.
That still didn’t stop them from trying to break into your car during their ruts. That still didn’t stop the fear that you would wake up in the middle of the night and find yourself drug out of your car with an alpha standing over you demanding that you give yourself to him or face the consequences.
“Of course you survived. You’re tenacious. You’re credibly intelligent and brave, with the ability to face challenges without blinking. An alpha can sense a strong omega, and there is none stronger than yourself.”
You smiled and again wiped the small tears rolling down your cheeks. Being able to spend time with Natasha, though she was a alpha female, was a relief. You didn’t have many female friends, as you’d focused so much time on your university degree instead of solely trying to find an alpha, which had cast a lot of your friends to the wayside.
But why couldn’t you do both? Why couldn’t you find alpha’s, start a family, have kids and still have your career? Why couldn’t you be a mother and a career woman? Why did it have to be one or the other?
“Thank you,” you spoke half your thoughts, “for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun and it was a good distraction for the idiots at the tower.”
Natasha scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Hit the nail on the head with that.”
Your return to the tower with Natasha in tow, reminded Steve of the few times Mrs. Barnes, Bucky’s mother, had scolded him.
Like his mother, you were a fierce omega who took less crap than others and who could be more intimidating and predatory than an alpha.
When you had come back to the tower, you’d descended upon the three of them with a sour look on your face and barely restrained rage of an omega.
“Unbelievable.” Was the very first word you’d used to address them all. With “immature” to follow.
“Shut up, Peter!” You snipped at him, fully sending the beta kid into a defensive position as he curled into himself.
“Are you satisfied? Are you happy now that you’ve destroyed an entire training room?” With your hands on your hips, and your eyes narrowed, your vehemently angry expression soon bounced to Steve and Bucky. “And you two-!”
“Look doll we’re really-“ Bucky spoke was cut off again.
“Shut. Up!” You took command of the conversation. “I’m talking, you listen.”
They three of them felt cornered by you, an omega who was about to tear into them to set them straight. It wasn’t uncommon for omega’s to stand their ground and stand up against alpha’s who found themselves overly bossy, just as it wasn’t uncommon for omega’s to knock sense into alpha’s who needed to be knocked down a peg. Physically and emotionally.
Omega’s may have typically been less confrontational and less domineering, yet they weren’t throw rugs that should and could be beaten into submission.
Submission had to come with permission, it had to come from a place of respect and love.
“Peter, I am an adult. I know that you were technically born first and before the Snap you were older, but that’s changed now. I’m a grown woman and I am a successful biologist who is starting a career working with Dr. Banner. I appreciate that you want to keep me safe and want to protect me, but I will not have you fighting Steve and Bucky in my defence. You’re my brother, not my guardian.”
Your attention moved back to Steve and Bucky, your eyes looking both of them up and down with fiery irritancy.
“And you two idiots, I am your omega but I am not going to be pushed around. I am going to do whatever I would like in this relationship and I will not be bullied into something I don’t want. We are mates and I will willingly submit if I am treated right. You fuck it up and I’ll push back.”
“With my support.” Natasha nod her head, watching you with pride. “I will also be the future Godmother of any of your children.”
“Should it happen-“ you added. “We are in a relationship and I expect to be included in all decisions. You will not become barbarians if I choose to do something you don’t want. It’s a discussion, understood?”
“Understood.” Bucky grinned, nudging Steve with his elbow.
“Yes, ma’am.” Steve also agreed, he also gave you your way. “Understood.”
“Good.” You looked at the three, hands still on your hips. “Are we done with the immaturity? Can we move on?”
It was immediate, the agreement. It was immediate and it had passed from the three of them, into you.
“Good. Peter, we’re leaving. You have school tomorrow.” You turned on your heel and left, as if nothing had happened at all.
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summary: Smutty stories about the developing relationship between Captain America Steve Rogers and Modern Bucky Barnes.
Saturn, Venus & The Stars Align Chapter 5
Alpha Wolf Steve, Johnny, Curtis, Andy, Ransom/Omega Female Reader
You lick your lips before pouting, the bond between you all was getting stronger, still no bites to become their “mate” but the soulbond was getting stronger, hence they could feel you grow sad when you asked to go outside for a walk, a slow one, but you wanted some fresh air.
They had all at once said no and now they are feeling bad and caving because they don’t like to see you sad, even more so because of something they said.
It’s a group walk this time, the chores done for the day, you breath in deep and smile, the sunflowers and corn everywhere. Your ears follow the sounds of horses, you turn to look at the brothers as they walk with you, “I didn’t know you had horses.”
Steve smiles softly, “There rescues, mostly from abused homes, now they get to relax, heal.”
You nod finding it sweet, so damn sweet actually. You get to the fence and then you watch them, “I’ve never seen one in person before.” you mumble mostly to yourself but they all hear anyway, Curtis whistles and over a horse trots, all browns and greys, his mane looks soft.
He paws the ground a few times in front of Curtis and you watch them softly as he pets over the sweet horse, “This is Atreyu.”
You light up a bit, “Like in the never ending story.”
Curtis looks at you pleased, little smile on his face, “Yeah.”
One by one the brothers show you their favorite horses, all in different colors and sizes it turns out, the one Johnny favors is a mini horse by the name of snow ball, his pure white coat and mane are so so pretty.
When your eyes notice the one in the back corner away from all the others, you watch her for a long time until your men notice, “Oh….that’s shadowfang, she uh, she doesn’t like any of us, we can’t get near her or she’ll bite us, but she gets on with all the other horses so….” Andy trails off.
You frown, she looks sad right now, all alone, lost, she looks at you and you just rest your chin on your hand, resting on the fence, watching her, “That’s sad.”
You get caught up with the other horses after a bit and the men, but when there’s a lull and they're distracted well….you can’t help crawling over the fence gently and walking to shadowfang, she studies you as you get closer. When you stop a few feet away from her, she paws the ground, ears twitching, tail swishing.
When she neighs at you, that does draw the men back to you and all at once they are scared for you, but they don’t dare get too close, fearing shadowfang will attack like she always does, they do call you back, but you ignore them.
It’s hard to do, the pull to listen to them is strong but, the will to befriend this horse is stronger. You let her come to you, she doesn’t snap or bite, she doesn’t go up on her hind legs, she gets nearly in your face and you can tell your men are fearful, worried, but you just, slowly reach out a hand, not to touch, but to let her sniff.
She sniffs, she nibbles, but doesn’t bite, when she moves closer you stand still, she sniffs over your face and hair, you giggle when she blows air in your face from her nose. She bumps you and you finally and very slowly touch her muzzle, she surprises you and just makes a quiet noise, letting you touch.
It’s like getting lost in the stars in the sky when you look into her eyes this close, she trust you, she relaxes under your touch as you touch her more and more, cooing softly to her, you’re nearly hugging her and she just stays right there, blinking, watching, seeming to like it just fine.
You tear up as you sing softly to her, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.”
On and on you go singing softly, you get lost in this little moment, this connection to this animal you didn’t even know until ten minutes ago, “You’ll be ok shadowfang, you should give them a chance ya know? They would never hurt you.” you whisper.
You kiss her big nose as she neighs, paws the ground and you smile as you move back and she follows, you smile more as she keeps following, once you are nearly to the fence she stops, clearly seeing the men behind you, “It’s ok baby, come here, such a good girl.” you whisper.
She blinks a few times before moving forward to your outstretched hand, nibbling on it before demanding more pets with soft neighs, you comply and it’s only then you turn a bit to see your men, oh they are still worried but, now they just look in awe, even if you can tell you are in trouble for putting yourself in danger.
“Don’t be mad.” you look at all of them.
Curtis looks like he wants to scold you, they kinda all do, but, you’re safe and back near them, they seem to let it go as Steve tries to touch, shadowfang moves away and he moves back, you coo at her and she moves back to your touches, “Seems she likes a womans touch best.” Ransom finally speaks up.
“Go figure.” Johnny pipes in softly, a smile on his face.
Of course once back in the house after spending a few hours outside, they do gently corner you and scold you, you can’t even be that mad about it, “I’m fine and in the future i’ll be more careful.”
Curtis is grumpy about it, Steve too, but they again cave before going to start lunch.
Johnny helps change your bandages this time, your wound healing more and more everyday, becoming more a scar then anything else. You yawn huge while he does it, the afternoon fun having tired you out. It had been worth it though. Johnny gently picks you up after he’s changed your bandages and carries you to the nest downstairs they have made you in the living room.
You cuddle up to Ransom, Andy and Johnny quickly once you lay down in all the softness, their scents devine and comforting, relaxing you and then, sleep claims you.
The pain, it was always the same, the water, the cold, the lashings, it all hurt the same after awhile. The tank of freezing cold water, that was no bigger than a fridge. They would stuff you in it and fill it with water up to your chest to scare you. It’s why water must be hot now.
Thank god your men have a huge shower or else you would have felt boxed in like in that tank, your dream doesn’t let you think about them though, it takes you away and back to the pain, the lashings, it seemed like it would go on for hours.
Your screams filling the space always. They wanted to break you, some days it felt like they were and maybe you are broken, you know you don’t smile as much, or laugh, you try, but if not for your soulmates, you don’t know if you could have gone on much longer.
Fuck the pain just never stops, you know their coming for you again, more lashings, more punishment for trying to get away, the one they sold you too, not caring if there are marks. You fear who bought you, you have no idea, you had forgotten this, forgot you were sold and your buyer was waiting for you. You cry and sob, you don’t want to go to him, you want your men, your soulmates.
They taunt you with his scent, throwing shirts at you, to get to know his smell, his smell is gross and sour, you hate it, it’s a smell you will never ever forget.
Words are spoken you can’t make out, it’s freezing, you fight back, swing your arms, kick out, scream, you never make it easy for them. Words keep getting spoken to you though, soft ones, calm ones. Gentle touches. The fog tries to keep you asleep, but you want to wake so badly.
You do with a loud gasp you sit up, sobbing, swinging at nothing, shaking, your eyes flutter closed as you take in the scents of your pack, their around you, but giving you space, even though it’s the last thing they want to do. When you pull your knees to your chest and hide your face, wrapping your arms around your legs, the men do move in.
Your sobbing is one of the worst sounds to them, your distress hurts them so much. They stay in wolf form this time, hoping that will help ground you better. They all budge up around you, licking, nuzzling, whining softly.
Your scent so sour and upset….
Your hands curl around fur as you try and calm down enough to sleep once more.
Waking in the morning yields you with red puffy eyes and a headache. Ransom lifts you gently once he’s shifted and takes you out back to the hot tub, he sinks down with you in his arms and you sigh grateful at the hot water around you.
Ransom’s scent helps too, all rich and spicy, like a nice warm drink on a cold night, Brandy maybe, your nose goes to his neck and you scent him. Something you haven't been doing with any of them thus far, not sure if it was too soon, but Ransom just melts at your touch and holds you tighter, scenting your neck back.
The morning is quiet, the brothers you find are good at giving and taking, a good ebb and flow, knowing when it’s a good time to let each other have one on one time with you and knowing when it’s ok for them to all be around. They work together like a well oiled machine.
So, they go about doing the farm chores, Johnny checks on you both in the hot tub before going off to start an early lunch. Your fingers caress Ransom’s cheeks softly, his facial hair growing in to give him a light dusting of hair to touch. He hums under the touch, his hand trailing up and down your back, you shiver, not from the cold or from fear, just at having him touch old scars.
His touch firms as he turns you gently by the chin to kiss you softly. You both suck in a breath, you’ve only been intimate with Curtis so far, haven't kissed any of the others, been taking it slow, you sigh happily as you sink into his lips on yours.
His fingers are not shy as they run down your bare body and touch your folds gently at first, his lips and tongue don’t stop and you whimper whine into the kiss when he deepens it, when his middle finger slides into you with ease.
You move to straddle his lap, make it easier, he won’t take you, you know this, none of them will yet, they said when the time comes at least for the very first time of them having you, it has to be all together, not all at once, but they all had to be there, all had to bite you when you orgasm to make the mating mark stay.
That’s….going to be a lot, having sex with two at a time twice in a row, with Steve going last, sealing your fate fully as theirs. You all know you already are because of the soulmarks, but this was going to seal it times two. Their bites would make sure of many things, not just the marking, they have yet to talk about all of it, but you know it’s going to be life changing.
You are ok with it.
Just like you are ok, with Ransom fingering you now with two fingers, you rock in his lap, your mouths barely pressed together now, just staring at one another, you’re not shy about reaching down and taking hold of his cock and pumping it, Ransom’s hips buck up and he swears against your parted lips.
“The things you do to me little kitten.” he growls as his eyes glow yellow and his teeth sharpen.
You lick your lips before leaning forward and swiping your tongue over those sharp canines before pulling back, a coy yet shy little smile on your face, his eyes are fully yellow, he doesn’t shift, but you can tell you are driving him crazy with want and need, his clawed fingers dig into your sides more and you welcome the touch as you jerk him off faster, harder, he howls when he comes, you softly shout his name as you follow after him.
Across the farm, the brothers are momentarily breathless as they feel your pleasure.
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Five:
Steve smelled it first. The tangy hint of pre-heat. And through his sleep-addled mind, Steve thought that it was himself. Sure, he was on suppressants, but those didn't always work the way they were supposed to. Hell, if they had, Steve probably wouldn't have become a father or married Bucky.
But that was beside the point.
Mouth dry, Steve noisily licked over his lips and reached for his glasses. However, when he had them on, he found Oliver. Hugging himself, Oliver shifted from one foot to the other. Immediately, Steve sat up and put in his hearing aids.
"What is it, honey?" Steve asked, reaching out and rubbing over Oliver's arms.
Sniffling, Oliver explained, "I feel sick, papa."
"Okay," Steve pushed Oliver's hair away from his sweaty forehead. He was burning up. Only then did Steve realize that he wasn't in pre-heat, Oliver was. His baby was presenting. "Is it your stomach?"
Another sniffle, Oliver nodded and cried, "It hurts real bad."
"I know, honey," Steve assured, marking his upper arms. Of course, that only made Oliver cry more. So, Steve brought the twelve year old closer and let him scent at Steve's neck.
From the other side of the bed, Bucky started to wake and he drowsily asked, "Stevie?"
"Everything's fine," Steve calmly told his husband, "I've got it covered, just go back to sleep."
Tiredly, Bucky didn't argue and rolled over so he could go back to sleep. Meanwhile, Steve climbed out of bed and tucked Oliver under his arm as he led the way out of the master bedroom. Heading for the kitchen, he kissed Oliver's forehead and marked his back.
Knowing how difficult the first heat was, Steve got Oliver some Tylenol and a glass of cold water. Making sure that he drank the whole glass before refilling it and carrying it upstairs. Oliver went willingly; no arguments whatsoever. It was the easiest the pre-teen had been in a while. Steve just hated that it was because he was in pain and feverish.
Once they made it to Oliver's room, Steve brought him over to the bathroom. Closing the door leading to Finn and Kit's room, Steve went over to the tub and started getting a bath ready. Using some of the soothing lavender bubble bath while he was at it.
As it filled, Steve decided to ask, "Do you know what's going on?"
Aggressively wiping the tears free from his freckled cheeks, Oliver mocked, "Yeah, dad had The Talk with me."
"Okay," Steve nodded glad that his husband had talked with him and that the school he went to actually had some decent, mandatory, reproductive health education criteria. Still, Steve figured that from one omega to another, he should talk with his son, too.
"So, you know that you're presenting," Steve continued, "And you're presenting as an omega. That's what this is."
"Yeah, I figured," Oliver sniffled, almost doubling over as he stood there from the pain.
"And I know that it hurts right now, but it gets easier," Steve reassured. "The first heat is always the roughest."
"And I have to go through this forever?" Oliver asked, eyes big and glassy with unshed tears. He was scared and in pain, and just vulnerable.
Pushing Oliver's sweat-dampened hair off his forehead, Steve said, "Not forever. There's suppressants that can stop them. And then there's omegapause, where they stop completely."
When the tub was filled and bubbly, Steve turned the faucet off and stood from the side of the tub. Instructing, "You get in the bath, and I'll get some comfy clothes, alright?"
Nodding, Oliver started to pull off his sleep shirt. Only, he listed to the side unsteadily and Steve caught him before he could fall over and hurt himself completely. Mildly concerned, Steve steadied him and securely kept his hands on Oliver's waist so the pre-teen wouldn't fall.
Next, Steve helped Oliver ease into the tub and cooed empathetically when the boy shivered. Having been there before, Steve knew what it felt like. Heats were never fun in the beginning, but especially not the first one. Thankfully, the first one was the shortest one.
"I'll be right back," Steve told Oliver. While the brunet reclined back in the tub, Steve left for the boy's room. Getting some soft, lightweight clothes, Steve re-entered the bathroom. Setting them on the closed toilet, Steve grabbed a washcloth and a fluffy towel.
"Papa, it hurts," Oliver cried. No, not cry. Sobbed. And that struck Steve and hurt his heart.
"I know, honey," Steve soothed. Wetting the washcloth and using it to wet his forehead. Trying to comfort the twelve year old as much as he could, even though he knew that there wasn't much he could do.
As the bubbles disappeared and the water went from hot to lukewarm, the door leading to Kit and Finn's room opened. Steve looked over to find Finn rubbing at his eyes. When the nine year old noticed the scene, he asked, "What's wrong with Ollie?"
"He's just presenting, baby," Steve assured, still sponging at Oliver's sweating forehead. The heat officially hitting him and causing him to shiver. "He'll be fine."
"Oh," Finn said, not knowing what that was. Then, he asked, "Can I still use the potty?"
"Of course you can," Steve answered.
"Papa, I'm cold," Oliver weakly commented, teeth chattering.
"Alright," Steve nodded, reaching for the fluffy towel and the clothes. Shaking the towel out, he held it up and then helped Oliver climb out of the tub. Drying him off the same way he did when he was little.
Done with his business, Finn said, "Feel better, Ollie."
"Aww, thank you," Steve told the nine year old as he helped Oliver dress.
Oliver answered exhaustedly, "Thanks."
Pulling the drain, Steve helped Oliver back to his room. Setting him on the full-size bottom bunk, Steve asked, "Do you want to make a nest? That might help."
"Okay," Oliver sniffled, wiping his tears.
Nodding, Steve left the room and opened the closet where the sleeping bags and extra boys' bedding was stored. Carrying them back to Oliver's room, he set them down beside the bunk bed and helped Oliver build his first nest. Letting Oliver build it the way that he wanted to, and following the boy's instructions to help him out. After all, one omega's comfort was different than the next.
Tucking a thick, dark blanket under the top bunk's mattress, Steve created a fort. Having experience in the area from all the sleepovers, Steve expertly made sure that it was secure before peeking into the dark hideaway to see how Oliver was holding up.
Luckily, Oliver's eyes were closed. Unfortunately, he was still sweating and his breathing was labored. Occasionally, he shuddered and shivered. To help him sweat it out, Steve draped a comforter over his athletic frame.
"Papa," Oliver whimpered, his brows knitted together and his hair matted to his forehead.
Steve marked over his chest and explained, "I'm going to get my phone, okay? I'll be right back."
Sniffling, Oliver nodded and closed his eyes again. Quickly, Steve left the bedroom and made his way back downstairs. Walking through the house, the faint, first light before sunrise was peeking through the sheer curtains on the windows at the front door. Yawning, Steve wondered when he'd be able to go back to sleep. Considering the kids would be up in a few hours, he figured not any time soon.
Quietly entering the master bedroom, Steve found Bucky still snoring in bed, but he also found Finn cuddled up to him. Chest clenching when he realized that Finn seeing his older brother so out of character was upsetting for him. Not that Steve could blame him.
Briefly marking over Finn's side, Steve grabbed his phone and headed for the bathroom so he could peek in on Alpine and the kittens in Bucky's closet. Seeing that they were okay, Steve made his way back upstairs.
Hoping that Oliver was resting -- the best he could -- Steve peeked in on him too. When he found the boy curled in on himself, crying, Steve climbed into the nest and held him. Kissing his forehead, pushing his damp hair from his face, and marking him, Steve tried to soothe him the best he could.
"Can you si--" Oliver hiccupped "-- sing for me? Please?"
"Of course, bub," Steve appeased. Taking Oliver's hand in his, he went to his go-to song, "'I got you to hold my hand. I got you to understand. I got you to walk with me. I got you to talk with me. I got you to kiss goodnight. I got you to hold me tight. I got you, I won't let go. I got you to love me so.
"'I got you, babe,'" Steve promised, holding him a little tighter. "'I got you, babe.'"
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hi! this is my request: reader feeling very overwhelmed and anxious, maybe to the point of getting headaches/cramps, and alpha!bucky calms them down with his scent, comfort & fluff ensues <3 inspired by the 4th prompt on this list. thank you!!
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Nonnie yes. (This hits so close to home for me this week, so I'm sorry if this gets specific in a way that doesn't vibe with you.)
Let Me Love You
Warnings: A/B/O, toxic work environment?, unhealthy habits, stress, anxiety, hurt/comfort, cuddles in a nest, Bucky being the best alpha.
Word count: idk, long? 2K maybe?
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It was meeting and after meeting, one thing on your to-do list is crossed out for five more to be added, co-workers asking for you to pick up the slack, and your manager demand more and more and more. It felt like you were drowning in emails and requests. You couldn't handle it. The more overwhelming things became the harder and longer you worked unable to cope. More than once you'd joked with the night janitor about just setting up a nest under the desk. It felt like this was all you did lately. Stress and work and stress more.
It was taking more than a mental and emotional toll on you. Bucky saw it every night you came home later and later - your scent was overflowing anxiety, your shoulder slumped, your eyes blurry and unfocused. He was worried like any Alpha would be, but there wasn't much he could do besides provide comfort. It wasn't until you started coming home and heading straight for the shower that he got really concerned. He could hear you crying, even from the doorway. He felt like he was losing you, like you were losing you to this job and he couldn't do anything about it. This wasn't the 40s and he was basically on house arrest if there wasn't a mission.
"Doll, you know you don't have to work there right?" He leaned against the counter while you ate leftovers from dinner.
"I can't just quit, I don't have enough experience to move on yet. Just a few more months, maybe a year, and I'll get a new job. I'll be better."
Your words were spoken softly and ferociously, like you were trying to use an Alpha Voice on yourself, to convince yourself that was what you had to do.
Bucky just sighed. He can't force you to quit. He can't force you to do anything really. If you were set on something, you were set. It's how you got Bucky to realize he was a good Alpha, that he wasn't his past and that he could be better if he wanted. It was his choice what kind of Alpha he was going to be in the 21st century. And he wanted to be your Alpha.
He didn't want to go on a mission with Sam and Steve when you were like this. Every part of his Alpha brain was screaming at him to stay, to make you safe and happy and not this stranger you had become. But you insisted. Bucky was saving the world for Pete's sake, your little stress issue at work would pass and wasn't a big deal. You were the strong independent omega who nailed down the winter soldier after all.
He'd be gone for two weeks. You could manage two weeks of an empty nest, you survived your shitty job before him and you could do it again.
That first week was easy. Bucky extra scented his pillows before he left and you woke up most mornings clutching one or more to your chest. You were barely home though, leaving early and getting home progressively later and later, even taking your work home with you on the weekend. You were running on stale coffee and whatever old fruit was left in the break room.
That second week you woke up every day with a headache, your stomach in knots before you'd even step inside the building for your workday. Anytime a coworker or your manager messaged, emailed, or chatted with you a wave of anxiety and nausea washed over you. It was like you were waiting for the worst to happen, that they'd fire you and you'd be out on the street. More than once you'd had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to cry in the safety of a sterile white linoleum room. It didn't make you feel better, but at least you were crying in front of a crowd.
It all came to head on Thursday morning. You woke up exhausted. The pillow you were holding smelled like anxiety sweats and nothing like your strong Alpha. You cried, and couldn't stop crying. It was just too much, you called in sick to work. Well, you emailed your boss who replied very quickly demanding to know why you were sick. You couldn't even get out of your nest, how could you think about explaining your sensation of drowning and exhaustion to someone whose motto was "fake it till you make it"?
You did call Bucky though. If to just hear his voice for a second.
"Hey, Doll, is everything okay?"
Bucky sounded tired, like it had been a rough mission and they weren't done yet. A seed of regret burrowed in your chest. This was silly. You normally don't call when he goes away, didn't want to cause a distraction or risk exposing the team. But you just needed to hear his voice.
"Alpha," you sniffled, only to regret it a moment later. "I'm sorry I'm bothering you. I jus-just need to hear your voice. I'll let you go."
You hung up the phone. Bucky would be home soon enough. You spent the rest of the day in your nest, the blankets and pillows and Bucky's favorite t-shirt were soaking up your sickly scent. One that made even your nose turn up. What kind of Omega were you if you ruined your own safe space?
Nightmares filled your mind when you tried to sleep off the exhaustion. You wished you could dream of Bucky. The more you wallowed, the further away he felt. Negative thoughts began to creep up, starting with work and ending with you being the worst omega in history.
You were so deep, so lost in the ocean of your own thoughts you didn't hear Bucky even come into the room. The knife in your hand and spike in fear in the nest told him as much. He grabbed your wrist, pressing down on the gland there to help soothe your fear and taking the weapon from your hand. Bucky’s a little proud, he can’t help himself. Even when you are clearly a hair’s breadth from having a breakdown, you remember that Bucky’s defense lessons.
“Baby, baby, baby,” Bucky pulled you into his lap, scenting you and squeezing your body to his chest trying you down.
The nest stunk. He made a mental note to wash everything in the room tonight. He’d strip the bed and get second-string blankets from the closet. They weren’t your favorites, but he knew if he scented them you’d sleep a bit easier.
“You’re home early,” you murmured into his chest.
“Mmm, when my ‘mega calls me crying and then hangs up on me, I can’t not come home,” Bucky scooped you up and takes you out of the room.
Bucky grunted, letting you know exactly what he thought of that. He’d tear the world down and rebuild if that would make you happy. You were his omega. He turned into the bathroom and set you on the counter. Baths fix all problems, or so you once told him when he complained about aches and pains.
“Did you go to work today?” He asked.
“No,” you sounded guilty, like taking time for yourself was forbidden.
“Good, you aren’t going tomorrow either.”
He had to put a foot down, even when you made a whine of protest. Bucky started removing your clothes, throwing the offensive things away, and showing you two different bags of bath salts. He knew you liked both, but he wanted you to choose, to give you something to feel accomplished about.
You pointed at the one you wanted and he shook a probably too many into the hot water. Bucky picked you up off the counter and settled you into the water.
"Don't move, don't think, just relax for me babydoll."
You didn't protest, only out of desire to please your Alpha. Bucky wasn't gone long, but you heard the ring of the washing machine being started. He came back into bathroom stripped down. You stared at him, enchanted by your Alpha. What had you done to deserve him?
As he slid in behind you, wrapping his arms around you, you asked him as much with fresh tears in your eyes.
"No more crying, Omega," Bucky scented your neck. "Let your Alpha love on you. You look more beat up that Sam, and he was thrown off a truck."
You smiled a little at that, wrapping your fingers in his. Bucky didn't look like he'd taken any hits and that was something to be thankful for. There was a rumble in his chest, even with the strong bath salts he could smell the anxiety slipping from your scent.
"I missed you," he confessed, "thought about you everyday."
"I thought about work," you admitted, sadness leaking into your tone. "But I missed you, too. Every day I wished you'd be here when I got home to threaten to break my laptop."
"Mmm don't tempt me, Doll. I might break my parole to give that dick a piece of my mind."
"At this point, I wouldn't stop you," you chuckled and sank deeper into his chest. "Can we talk about something else, please?"
"Wanna hear about what those two idiots did on the mission?"
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For the first times in months it felt like, you woke up almost clear headed. There was no headache, your stomach cramps, just an ache between your legs from where your alpha showed you just how much he really missed you for the past two weeks. You pulled on the shirt he left at the end of the bed and headed to the kitchen in search of that Alpha.
"Doll, I got breakfast from the bakery on 3rd."
"What time is it?" You yawned and wrapped your arms around Bucky.
"Like 10:30," he kissed your temple before rubbing his chin over your head, purring lightly.
Your head hit his chest and you whimpered, the thought of the messages and emails you undoubtedly had making the overwhelming churning in your tummy return. Bucky shushed you softly, rubbing his hand over your back, scenting you, doing everything an alpha could do to comfort his omega.
"I handled it, Doll. You've got a meeting on Monday to discuss your new working conditions and until then you are gonna let me love on you. I've got two whole weeks of missing you to make up for."
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Goals for the rest of the evening-
1. Finish and publish comfort Alpha!Bucky fic
2. Daydream about serial killer!Stucky X Reader AU
3. Think about updating my theme for summer/fun
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Wear Your Scars Like Wings
So, as some of you might know, it’s @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier‘s birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLE!
Elle is... probably one of the nicest, most supportive people in this fandom. Literally, she seems to know when we might need nice messages to raise our spirits, always has a kind word to say about people and does those awesome fic writer shout outs!
Anyway, I asked Elle for a few prompts, shook them around, then this came out. I hope you like it <3
The Winter Soldier knocking up Captain America?
Bucky could only imagine what the press would say. What the world would say.
“I… Stevie, baby…” he started, wiping a hand across his face and trying not to get too worked up because he didn’t need Steve to smell this on him and think he’d done anything wrong. Bucky knew a lot of the others treated him like a bomb waiting to go off (and with good reason given his past and his very obvious issues) but he didn’t want that from Steve.
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As We Grow: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
One Hundred and Four:
"I just thought she was fat," Bucky shrugged, petting Alpine as she laid in the box while the kittens nursed.
Shaking his head, Steve deadpanned, "You sure know how to pick 'em, Barnes."
Smiling, Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's slender shoulders. Pulling him close, he pressed a kiss to Steve's temple and confirmed, "Yeah, I do."
While his cheeks heated, Steve rolled his eyes and brought up, "Now how are we going to name them?"
"I mean, we did a pretty good job with the kids," Bucky reminded.
"Yeah, but we usually had some time to decide," Steve tenderly pet the kitten closest to him -- the calico -- with his index finger. "These little guys are already here."
"Should we let the kids?"
"Are you kidding?" Steve good-naturedly scoffed, turning to look at his husband. Reminding his husband, "Kit named a frog, 'Booger,' the other day. We can't let them name them. Besides, there's only four and I want to name one."
"Well," Bucky suggested, "What if you name one and then we pair the kids up. Or we vote for the names. Then, they'll have to come up with names together and learn about team work."
"God, how have you not decided to coach a kids team, yet?" Steve teased, earning a sarcastic laugh from Bucky. Still looking up at his husband, he was glad when Bucky looked down at him and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. Appeased, Steve confirmed, "Go team."
"Go team," Bucky cheered, enthusiastically punching the air.
Standing, Bucky extended his hand for Steve and wiggled his fingers invitingly. Another shake of his head, Steve took his mate's hand and allowed the alpha to pull him up. As the pair exited Bucky's closet, the brunet called out, "Who wants to name some kittens?"
A sea of, 'me,' replied back from the living room, and Steve shoved at Bucky in a look-what-you-started way. Before they could exit their bedroom though, Steve stopped Bucky and said, "I want to name the white kitten, 'Duchess.'"
Dopey grin stretching his lips, Bucky leaned down and kissed Steve as he assured, "Anything you want."
"Thank you," Steve smiled, kissing him again.
Pulling away when the kids started calling for them, Steve led the way out of the master bedroom. Oliver -- still upset about his bloodstained clothes -- crossed his arms and huffed, "So, who gets to name the kittens?"
"Well," Bucky gave him a pointed look before explaining, "Papa named the white kitten, 'Duchess.' But that leaves the gray one, orange one, and the calico --"
"What's cow-co?" Bitsy softly questioned, her little brows furrowed.
Exasperated, Oliver face-palmed and shook his head. Meanwhile, Bucky explained, "Calico is where they have all the colors."
"Oh, okay," Bitsy smiled, hugging her blanky closer.
Smiling, Steve joined her on the chaise, and was filled with love when the other little kids joined him. Kissing the top of their heads and marking over them. Even Finn lounged against Nevie. Oliver, on the other hand, remained curled in on himself. Sure, Steve knew that he was upset about the kittens being born on some of his clothes, and Oliver had been even more upset when Steve lectured him about placing his clothes in the hamper. But Steve had assumed that the mention of naming kittens would lift his spirits.
"So, we're going to come up with the names together," Bucky finished with a toothy grin. Looking over the kids' faces expectantly, Bucky asked, "How does that sound?"
When the kids didn't answer, Steve cheered, "Sounds awesome!"
"Princess Butterfly!" Cori suggested, standing on the couch and jumping into Bucky's arms.
Scenting her, Bucky chuckled, "Princess Butterfly?" As she nodded, Bucky kissed her baby-chubby cheek and asked the other kids, "Who else wants Princess Butterfly?"
Finn laughed and the girls giggled while Kit proclaimed, "I like it!"
"Alright," Bucky smiled while shifting Cori so she was better settled on his hip.
Steve asked, "Which kitten should be Princess Butterfly?"
"Hmm," Cori thought, tapping her little finger on her chin as she thought. The same way that Oliver used to do. It made Steve's chest clench and caused him to reach over Nevie and Finn so he could ruffle Oliver's hair. However, the moody pre-teen jerked away and shook his short hair out of his eyes. Steve tried to ignore how that stung and wished that it didn't remind him of his own moody actions growing up.
"I wanna name the calico one," Finn decided.
"What do you wanna name her, sweetie?" Steve asked, smoothing his hand over his dark auburn curls.
Face scrunching as he thought, Finn finally answered, "Autumn."
Steve smiled and Bucky encouraged, "I think that's a great name."
Finn preened and Steve decided, "So, Princess Butterfly will be the orange kitten."
"Little PB, her highness," Bucky smiled, blowing a raspberry against Cori's cheek. Pulling away from the giggling girl so she could rest her head on his broad shoulder, Bucky asked Oliver, "What about you, squirt? You wanna name the gray one?"
Sighing, Oliver shrugged, "Bruce."
"Bruce?" Steve good-humoredly scoffed, "Why Bruce?"
"Like," Oliver rolled his eyes, "Batman. You know? Bruce Wayne?"
Exchanging a look with his husband, Bucky confirmed, "Bruce, it is. It's a good name."
"Bruce," Steve nodded, glad to see Oliver's lips tug up at the corners. Maybe he wasn't that mad about the kittens after all.
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extraction - series
summary: bucky’s recovery: a/b/o edition
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