#alpha steve rogers x omega female reader

[biteofcherry]

Grain of Truth - part nine

Soft!Dark Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader

summary: You’re content with your quiet, peaceful life, but it suddenly becomes dangrously intense when an alpha, Steve Rogers, forces himself into it. You never believed nor seeked out the old fairytales of true mates, but Steve will make you admit there’s a grain of truth in every fairytale.

warnings for this chapter: fluff and feels; general cuteness and teasing; also some filth; oral; mild choking; few spanks here and there; oh and plants win!

word count: 4.6k

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You woke to a mouthwatering scent that had your stomach growling eagerly and to the feeling of a warm cocoon encasing you. With a sleepy hum, you blinked your eyes open. There wasn’t a single detail in your surroundings that you recognized, yet no sense of panic crept up your skin.

A faint, familiar scent was wrapped around you and it settled you down - your Alpha’s smell lingering on the blanket you were tucked under, as well on the large t-shirt he put on you after shower. 

As you let your eyes wander around the space, you realized you were no longer in Steve’s bedroom, but in the living room downstairs. The tv was on, the volume turned so low you barely heard the commentators on screen. Steve’s hearing was better than yours, he probably could make it out. 

Stretching, you slowly rolled onto your back and looked up at the ceiling. Flecks of light danced across the creamy surface. You didn’t hear Steve’s steps, so it surprised you when he suddenly appeared in your line of vision, looking down at you as he leaned over the back of a sofa you were resting on.

His hair was already dry and his light skin showed no pinkness - neither from the shower, nor from the exhaustive activities prior. As if Steve wasn’t even affected by a few days marathon of animalistic fucking. 

Damn Alphas, you thought enviously. Not only was their stamina greater, they also seemed to have a much better recuperation speed. Steve looked like he could go for another twenty four hours round, while you wondered if you would ever regain feeling in your poor numb pussy. 

You were certain your legs would still shake, if you tried to stand up and move on your own. 

You’ve had some experience in heat sex, even if most of the time you preferred to be alone with your toys. Those few times you had a partner during heat were an untiring, bland ordeals compared to the complete annihilation by your Alpha. 

“Did you rest well?” Steve asked, bracing his hands on the backrest of the sofa.

“Ask me in a week, or two,” you groaned, rubbing your face with both hands. 

Your glare at Steve’s laugh didn’t wipe away his broad grin. You considered smacking him with a pillow, but you still remembered what he threatened you with the last time you threw one at him. 

You really didn’t think you’d survive, if he was to make his promise come true. 

“Hungry?” Steve picked up the blanket, when you started tugging it off your body, and folded it neatly. 

“Very!” You nodded eagerly, your empty stomach growling its agreement. 

While during the heat you didn’t care about the food, not even a little bit, now you were famished. And it seemed nothing else was more tempting than stuffing yourself with food. Especially when the smell wafting from the kitchen was so delicious, you were ready to crawl there if needed. 

But you didn’t have to. Steve picked you up before you attempted to pull yourself up into a sitting position. He swiftly lifted you up and over the back of the sofa, cradling you against his chest in a bridal style. 

Wrapping both arms around Steve’s neck, you played with the strands of hair at the back of his neck.

It was an affectionate caress; something you did purposely, not only as a mindless gesture. A week ago you’d say it wasn’t intentional, that your post-orgasmic haze made you unaware of what you were doing. 

Though it was somewhat instinctive to do it now, too, you were also aware of the intimacy of it and that you chose to continue. 

You felt the reassuring calm seep through the one-way bond; Steve’s own affection for you a solid thing. It was deep and intense, a wide flame that seemed impossible to put down with any means. Perhaps it was why you felt safe falling into it; knowing it would be grounding for you, since it lacked chaos and blinding need, which would scare you off with fickle outbursts and immature recklessness.

That too was something you used to fear. The all consuming, escalated feelings of something unstable and somewhat toxic - similar to the way teenagers dramatically fell in love. 

But Steve’s love for you, this deep bond he was willing to create between you, was a seasoned, mature certainty. It spoke of awaiting growth and fulfillment, which held their own passionate thrill to it. 

Somehow you knew that everything with Steve would be so much more intense. Love. Sex. Arguments. Punishment. They wouldn’t be unstable, though, since they weren’t driven by childish fantasies.

“You’re going to keep carrying me?” You asked, with an unmasked, elated chirp in your tone.

“Until your legs stop shaking every time you try to put your weight on them,” Steve pinched your butt.

“So for about a month longer,” you deadpanned and Steve laughed.

The sound of it - deep and booming, rumbling in his chest - made you smile. 

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck, felt the big Alpha shudder at the simple, affectionate gesture. 

You wondered briefly, if it was because he was so open with the bond now, or maybe Steve always had this vulnerability with you, but you refused to see it; too stubbornly adamant on viewing him only as the pushy, possessive bastard who wouldn’t give you a choice.

He was pushy and possessive (you doubted that ever changes), but there was more to him than flaws you previously saw as his only trait.

“Maybe I should just keep you in bed, then?” Steve teased, placing you on the kitchen counter beside the sink. “A docile Omega, always naked and ready for her Alpha to take her.”

“I always knew you had a streak of a caveman,” you scrunched up your nose and wiggled your ass back to sit more comfortably, leaning your back against the kitchen window’s frame. 

“I never denied that.” Steve winked at you, squeezing your thigh before he stepped back. 

You watched him move over to the stove. There was something exceptionally hot and satisfying in the sight of this big, dominating Alpha in his half-naked state, preparing a meal for you. 

And he didn’t act as if it was something remarkable for which he should be praised. 

However, you thought the way his back muscle worked when he chopped and stirred was worthy of praise. Whistling even. 

Your gaze roamed over the wide span of Steve’s broad shoulders, appreciating that he still hadn’t put a shirt on. Then your eyes cast downwards, along his tapered waist and firm ass clad in low-hung, gray sweatpants. 

You were too hungry and too exhausted to follow with images that your mind supplied, but it was satisfying to remind yourself you could turn them into reality in a few days. Any day that you wished. 

Averting your eyes before Steve noticed you ogled him, you leaned more comfortably back and turned your head to peek outside the window. You saw the span of juicy green grass, trimmed, but kept tall enough your foot would sink into its softness if you walked barefoot.

You noticed a big, wooden construction right by this wall. Unfinished, with half-done floor; It looked to be built as an extension to the house. 

“Are you building a terrace?” You asked, though the tall roof of the wooden frame seemed unusual even for a roofed patio. 

Steve’s gaze flicked up to you, then followed your line of vision.  

“It’s a sunroom,” he replied, attention returning to the bubbling sauce in the pan. 

“For your plants.”

You turned your head swiftly, staring at Steve with wide eyes. He made it sound so casual, so simple, as if it wasn’t something that needed a further explanation. But his words sank deep, warming your chest from the inside. 

“For my plants?” Your voice was barely above a whisper; the question spoken hesitantly. “You- you’re building a sunroom for my plants? For me?”

Affection tugged at your heart. It struck strings that reverberated through your body with warmth and gratitude, threatening to elicit tears. The mushy wave of appreciation wasn’t for the sunroom itself, but for the fact that Steve did something so thoughtful.

It wasn’t just a gift to shower you with and win your graces, but something personally designed for you, suited for what you cared about the most. 

“When you move in with me, someday-” Steve sent you a pointed look that meant he wouldn’t welcome any argument regarding the matter, “I expect your jungle will move with you. You need a place to keep them in.” 

For now you didn’t comment on his assumptions about your living accommodation, since the controlling Alpha at least didn’t announce he expects you to move in right away. Which, honestly, you’d fight, regardless of your newfound fondness of Steve’s company. 

You were too enamored with his gesture to focus on anything that wasn’t a lovely image of lush greenery in a sun filled, glass room. 

“That’s-” your throat constricted with emotion- “too much. You didn’t have to.”

Steve looked at you, frowning. He put down the wooden spoon and turned off the oven. You swallowed hard when he nudged your legs apart and stepped between them. Both of his hands rested on your thighs, their heavy warmth somehow soothing your fluttering heart.

“Too much?” He sounded incredulous. “What kind of douchebags were you dating that you consider this too much?”

“Hey! They were nice.” you protested, scrunching up your nose. 

Maybe none of your exes was the love of your life and perhaps in some cases your ways parted with resentment, but you prided yourself on choosing good guys. With flaws, sure, but who didn’t have them. 

And occasionally they gifted you with lovely treats, flowers included. Cut flowers, bound in pristine bouquets that smelled dizzyingly (and died within days). The intent behind them mattered, you told yourself. But somehow it was more of an expected gesture than something done with genuine thought of your preferences.

Steve’s gift was grand. Not because of its size, but the fact it catered directly to what you loved. He understood how much you adored your plants and that you’d want them (and maybe more) wherever you moved. 

“Nice.” Steve jeered. “Doesn’t seem the right word to describe someone you’re in a relationship with.” 

“Is bossy asshole Alpha the right description?” You glared at him, mostly annoyed that he was right. Nice wasn’t a word that should be the first one to come to mind when you think of someone you’re supposedly in love with.

“Sure.” Steve’s fingers spread wide over your thighs as he leaned forward, tip of his nose almost touching yours. “It matches spanked hard bratty Omega.”

“Is spanking your solution to everything?” You huffed, trying to scoot back in case Steve was considering really getting his hands on your butt; but he held you in place. 

“Interchangeably with thoroughly fucked,” he teased his fingertips beneath the hemline of the t-shirt you were wearing. 

“And well fed,” he added with a grin and pulled away. 

“Alpha’s meaning of life.” At your snort and eyeroll, Steve chuckled. 

“And what’s yours?” He asked, moving back to the stove.

You watched him taste the sauce once more, then take out bowls from a cabinet. A brief thought that domestic contentment with a pushy Alpha may be the meaning of life passed your mind, but you couldn’t force it out of your mouth. 

“Growing?” You shrugged, appreciatively eyeing the huge portions that Steve plated for both of you. “Myself. And growing plants. Maybe some tiny people in the future.”

That slipped your lips, without you realizing you’ve said it. Only a second later you tensed as it downed on you. Terrified that you blurted it out, while you still didn’t exactly come to terms with the true mating, you tucked your chin down and peered at Steve from beneath your eyelashes.

He didn’t even stop in his motions, accepting the answer without much fuss. 

A part of you expected an overly eager reaction of a stereotypical alpha male wanting to breed his partner right away and strip them of any rights, beside the one to have his kids. The other part feared he’d be scared of the prospect and backpedal. 

“Sounds good.” Steve smiled softly, reaching out his hand to squeeze your calf reassuringly. 

He didn’t dwell on it, giving you a subtle hint that he’s on board with your needs, but not pushing to explore such a serious topic right at this moment. 

Then he handed you a bowl of delicious smelling pasta and leaned against the counter right next to you, with his own bowl. You weren’t sure why you’re eating like this - you sitting on the counter and Steve leaning his hip against it - while there’s a dining table nearby, with quite comfortably looking chairs. But there was something simply domestic about it. No forced formality that may stir awkwardness, but continued closeness.

As you ate, your eyes kept shifting toward the window and the tall wood construction outside. You couldn’t help it, but start picturing how it will look with windows installed and filled with greenery. You’ve had a large collection of plants, but the space called out for more.

Steve’s sigh drew your attention back. You looked at him confused, a single noodle of pasta hanging from your puckered lips until you slurped it in. 

“Come,” he set his bowl aside and took away yours. 

“You’re gonna break your neck trying to stare at the unfinished sunroom and fantasizing about running wild with it. We can sit in the backyard, you’ll get a better view.”

He slid an arm under your thighs and then hoisted you up and over his shoulder. He laughed at your squeak of surprise and palmed your ass. Then carried you out into the backyard, where a small terrace was set beneath a partly overgrown pergola. 

Steve dumped you into a garden chair that gave you a direct view on the construction. You didn’t even glare at him, your happiness at seeing the whole magnificence of your future sunroom prevailing. 

When Steve brought your food, you ate almost mechanically, stuffing your cheeks full and staring at the bare wood as if willing it to become a finished product. 

Steve angled his chair, so he could drape your legs over his lap without ruining your cute sightseeing activity. 

A while later you put the empty bowls left on the table and sat in comfortable silence - your Alpha with his eyes closed, face tilted up into streaks of sunlight filtering through the grapevine, slowly caressing your calves; and you imagining yourself surrounded by plants in a heat filled room. 

It felt as if your body fell deeper into light-as-a-cloud bliss as you imagined shades of green in various sizes. Touching the leaves, dipping your fingers into the soil, it would soothe any strains of the day. 

Steve’s presence would, too.

A small smile curved your lips when you glanced his way and considered his reaction, if you asked him to carry water cans for you, or to sprinkle tops of tall plants which you couldn’t reach. 

You imagined he’d roll his eyes, say something teasing, but do it anyway. Somehow you had no doubt Steve would join you, if you asked him. While you often purposely kept your previous partners away from your plants, knowing they wouldn’t really want to do it with you. 

Being with Steve, thinking of building a relationship with him, filled you with surprising contentment. You had no doubt that it came from you, not only an echo of Steve’s emotions through the bond. 

Seeing how seriously he treated your supposed mating, without making it only about possessing you, but actually growing together; it slowly washed away your previous need to fight it with all your might. 

And when you stopped pushing against your own feelings regarding Steve, flutters of happiness bloomed. Hints of easy playfulness shyly peeked out, as well, sensing safety even if you’d push your Alpha too hard.

Biting your lower lip, you slowly moved your legs off of Steve’s lap. Which stirred him momentarily; his eyes opening and glancing your way. 

Before he had a chance to protest, you were climbing into his lap. Steve’s hands cupped your ass as you settled against him, his eyebrow arched in question when you touched his chest boldly out on your own volition.

“Thank you for the sunroom,” you traced his pectorals with your fingertips, allowing yourself amazement with his physique.

“And for all the suffering I will cause you when I make you help me with the plants,” your cheeky grin made Steve snort. 

But you saw it in his eyes - felt it through the bond, too - that he was proud and elated. 

Of the fact he made you happy, as well because you reached out for him on your own, following the pull you no longer resisted. 

And truly, it was hard resisting Steve. 

Especially when he was splayed beneath you, hard muscles and power thrumming beneath his skin. 

A jolt of hunger shot down your spine, similar in its intensity to the first signs of heat. But you were out of this madness, perhaps only faint remnants lingering and adding to your reaction. 

Most of it, however, was simply your natural response to the proximity of your Alpha. 

Your hand traveled down Steve’s abdomen, with your eyes you traced the path, aiming for the straining bulge growing in Steve’s sweatpants. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth when your fingertips dipped beneath the waistband of Steve’s sweats. His grip on your ass hardened, squeezing your still slightly burning flesh.

“You’re sore, sweetheart,” Steve reminded you, both melting and annoying you with his care for your wellbeing while you were getting hornier by the second. 

“I don’t care,” your huff of breath bordered on a whine.

It turned into a yelp when Steve slapped your ass. The smack also caused your hips to rock desperately against him, evoking his own hiss. 

“I care,” Steve growled, but he didn’t stop your hand from slipping further into his pants. 

“But I want you,” you looked at him, eyes pleading. 

As your fingers grasped Steve’s hardening cock, fingertips not even meeting around his girth, the memory of how he stretched you made you moan. Heat unfurled in your core, leaving a growing wet stain on Steve’s sweatpants where you rubbed yourself on his thigh. 

“Oh God, I need it, Steve,” it had to be the echo of the heat still pulsing faintly in you, because you didn’t think you ever sounded so desperate outside of it. 

No state of arousal made you crave a dick so bad. Never before Steve. 

“Please,” you slanted your lips against Steve’s mouth, whimpering between messy kisses you tried to rouse him with. “Please, I want your cock. At least in my mouth? Please? Please, fill my mouth and belly, Alpha.”

Another slap stung your ass, but your gasp was muffled by Steve’s demanding lips against your own. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, then licked it lewdly. 

With heart-stopping (and hotly arousing) ease, Steve swiftly stood up and planted you on the table. The world spun as he maneuvered your body, so that you laid on your back with your head on the side where Steve stood. 

You tilted your head, gaze landing on the hardness bulging right above your eye level. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you stretched your arms above your head and gripped Steve’s hips. He let you tug his sweatpants down, while he yanked your t-shirt up, exposing your body to his hungry gaze. 

“Needy brat,” Steve growled when you dug your nails into his skin, urging him to come closer so you could taste his cock. 

He swatted your pussy, making you arch and close your thighs around his hand. 

“Open.” Steve’s demand was calm, but there was that firmness to it that annoyed you, yet turned your brain into mush. 

Despite knowing damn well he meant opening your legs, you parted your lips instead. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. 

And clenching your thighs tighter. 

Steve didn’t even huff. He yanked your legs apart with ease. Then landed a stinging slap to your inner thigh. Another one on your sensitive pussy, as well. 

But he stepped forward, letting you run your tongue on the underside of his cock. Using his other hand, he guided the reddened tip into your mouth. 

Heavy drag of it against your tongue, stretching your lips the more he pushed inside, made you shudder. Your nipples stiffened into hard peaks and more slick trickled. 

You began understanding why Steve turned so aggressively hungry when he ate you out, if tasting you was anything similar to how his cock tasted for you. 

Steve’s fingers rubbing circles on your clit didn’t help, rushing you swiftly into the first orgasm. 

You moaned around his length, the sound’s vibration causing Steve’s dick to twitch. 

Drops of potent precum slipped down your throat, igniting a burning need in your core. 

Your grip on Steve’s hips tightened, fingers digging into his buttocks as you angled your head backwards to try swallowing more of him. 

Rationally you knew Steve’s cock is too big to take him whole, but your brain switched to a more primal mode that craved to choke on it. 

You vividly remembered how you sucked him in the botanical garden, how you couldn’t swallow everything and pitifully teared up as it became too much. Still, you wanted to do it. To please your Alpha, but also because of your own frenzied need. 

Rocking his hips steadily, Steve controlled the depth of his thrusts. His satisfied purr at your eagerness only spurred you on. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you tried to suck and slurp and moan as much as you could, to entice him to take it deeper. As scary the realization was, but you wanted your Alpha to push you further. 

For a while Steve seemed to be indifferent to your attempts at breaking his self-restraint, until you arched your back with a muffled whine, sticking your chest upwards, and tipped your head at an angle that caused his dick to poke the back of your throat.

Steve stilled for a moment. 

He looked down at his cock stretching your lips wide, drool starting to seep out and mess up your pretty face. His gaze slid over your exposed body: round breasts heaving in offering, nipples begging to be pinched; belly that was already full of his cum from previous days; legs bent at the knees and spread apart; and his hand atop your wet cunt. 

Curling fingers of his left hand around your neck, he bent his knees slightly then inched his cock deeper into your throat. 

You tensed, your eyes watering with tears as you fought the gag reflex. 

Then Steve’s right hand moved; thick digits slipping between your folds and into your opening. He pushed in two at once and your throat constricted on a cry, causing you to really choke on Steve’s dick. 

“That’s it,” Steve rasped, withdrawing both his fingers and his cock. 

“That’s what you wanted, huh?” He pushed back in, delighting in your garbled moan as you swallowed him. “Good Omega, wanting to take her Alpha’s cock deep into her tight throat, even though you know you couldn’t do it before.” 

“Wanted me to own it, too?” Steve kept a steady pace. “Just like you needed me to own your sweet pussy in a proper way, locking you on my knot, so your body recognized it can’t escape me.” 

You would glare at Steve at the whole owning insinuation, if he wasn’t partly right. 

Your body thrummed because he took it so well, so thoroughly. Because he owned it.

Perhaps it was also why you loved having him in your throat, despite gagging on it and tearing up - because he now owned it, but also because it meant you owned his cock, too. 

You could take him, all of him. So all of him belonged to you. 

“Such a good girl for me, sweet brat” Steve praised, withdrawing enough that you could take a ragged breath. 

Then he was thrusting in again. He drove his cock so deep his sack rested heavy against your nose. The lewd aspect of it shook you, more slick gushing out. Good that it did, because just as Steve choked you on his dick, he forced three of his fingers into your pussy; curling them to hit right against that spot that made you see stars.

And he stayed like that.

Keeping his cock in your throat, almost constricting all of your airways, while he rapidly pumped his fingers into you.

Ending supply of air and the onslaught on your clenching pussy overwhelmed you. You kicked your legs, heels tapping against the edge of the table. Your hands helplessly smacked against Steve’s hips, though you weren’t sure if it was to push him away, or to urge him more as you felt a maddening climax approaching.

“Shh, you can take it, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, “Come on, I want you to cum. Cum for your Alpha.” 

It wasn’t a command, yet that and a gentle swipe of his thumb over your clit were enough to tip you over the edge.

Your whole body seized as you leaked around Steve’s fingers. A long scream burned in your lungs, coming out only as a gurgled vibration around the big cock locked in your throat.

Coming back from that high seemed to take longer than ever before. Steve was adamant on drawing out every second of it, keeping you shaking and choking. Your vision was darkening around the edges when Steve finally eased back. 

He slipped out of your mouth too, leaving you coughing and gasping for breath. 

Licking his fingers clean, Steve gripped his throbbing cock with his other hand.

“You still want to swallow it, Omega?” His voice was husky and low as he gazed down at you. 

At your eager nod, he rolled you onto your belly. Your legs hung down over the edge of the table, wetness trickling down your thighs. 

“It’ll be easier for you to swallow in this position,” Steve explained, tilting your chin up with his forefinger. 

He tapped his cock against your wet cheek, gathering a mix of your tears and drool, then guided it between your parted lips. Keeping his fingers wrapped tightly around the base, Steve fed you enough of his dick that you didn’t choke this time. 

Placing his free hand on the back of your head, he fucked your mouth. 

As you looked up at him, your eyes locked with his dark, hungry gaze. It sent a jolt to the very tips of your fingers. 

You wrapped your fingers around Steve’s where he was gripping his cock, cupping his balls with your other hand. Steve’s loud groan of pleasure made you preen. 

As did the soft moans and purrs he made when you hollowed your cheeks and drank every last drop of his thick, warm cum. 

Steve’s fingers caressed your head and cheeks as his cock rested on our tongue, twitching out last spurts. 

In this blissful moment, when you were lax and satisfied and you felt your Alpha so pleased with you, you thought for a second that you understood fictional Omega heroines who seemed to live to please their Alphas.

It brought a sense of fulfillment. 

Or maybe it was everything that Steve did for you, all the care and thoughtfulness and protection, that made it worthy to service him with your compliant body. 

#grain of truth #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!steve rogers x omega reader #alpha steve rogers x omega female reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers smut #a/b/o dynamics

[holylulusworld]

Unwanted mate (Steve's version) - Angstober 29

Summary: Rejected. Humiliated. Left outside alone.

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

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

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

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: D4: Maria Hill

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

In your world omegas are rare, sacred even.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I cannot mate her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you saying? This is insanity!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Alpha and Omega | Steve Rogers

Pairing -> Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female!Reader

Summary -> You give your Alpha the first taste of your talented tongue.

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, Smut, A/B/O-Dynamics, wax play, nipple play, oral (male!receiving), deep throating, bit of praises, sub/dom-dynamics

Wordcount -> 1k.

A/N -> This is written for the “Blind-Date Writing Challenge” hosted by @targaryenvampireslayer. I got the prompt “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck” and “A/B/O. Divider made by @firefly-graphics. My requests are open, feel free to send and ask or join my 1k-Followers special.

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When your parents told you the first time about the system of alphas and omegas, you weren't really happy with it. Being submissive wasn’t something you wanted to be, but in just a short time, you understood that you had to be the way your Alpha wanted you to be.

Luckily, you found an Alpha who accepts your bratty side, who loves that side, and who doesn’t want to dominate you every time. Just in bed, in bed, you’re his little omega, his little cock slut, and nothing more.

“Mhm, like it?” Steve asks and looks at the wax dripping from the candle onto your stomach.

You nod your head, looking at him, before your gaze wanders to your stomach. Some of the wax is already hard and stuck to your skin; your stomach is slightly burning, but you don’t want your Alpha to stop with the dripping wax.

Your arms and legs are tied to the bed. Steve kneels between your spread legs, his one hand on your thigh, while he looks at the wax on your body. Then he blows it out and places it next to the bed.

He leans down to kiss your breast, sucking at one of your nipples. He bites softly into the sensitive skin of your breast. Steve’s hands find their way to your breasts, playing with your nipples, twirling them, and squeezing them softly. The pleasant moans he gets are music for him, and he latches his lips to your other nipple.

It’s not the first time the two of you have had sex, but Steve always takes care of you and makes sure that you feel as much pleasure as he can give you.

“Steve, please,” you whimper, trying to get your hands out of the handcuffs. “Please, I want to make you feel good.”

The grin on Steve’s face widens when the words leave your lips. You arch your back, pressing your cunt against this body. His hand snaps from your thigh to your stomach, and he presses you down.

“Be a good girl for me; can you do this?” Steve asks and furrows his eyebrows while he looks into your eyes.

“Yes, but please let me make you feel good,” you say, pouting softly until he chuckles and nods.

“What are you thinking about, Omega?” he asks, leaning closer to your face and capturing yours with his for a short but passionate kiss.

When he lets go of you, you’re still not answering his question; you're just looking at him with a smirk on your lips. Your Alpha rolls his eyes playfully, inhaling deeply. His eyes darken when he smells the scent of lust in the air, something he adores.

With one movement, he frees your hand and helps you sit up. His dick is already rock-hard in his pants, and you smirk, moving your hand to his member and squeezing it through the fabric of his boxers.

“Don’t tease me; otherwise, I need to handcuff you, Omega,” he says sternly, his eyes meeting yours, and you whimper slightly.

“Put your boxers off, Alpha. Please,” you say, and follow his hands, which push the fabric down.

Steve then sits on his knees again; his hand is around your throat, and he presses you down again. His legs are on both sides of your upper body, and he has his other hand wrapped around his length, giving it a few strokes. The tip is leaking with pre-cum, and when he smears it along his dick, you already open your mouth.

“That’s what you want?” Steve asks, making sure you really want it.

He knows he could have full control, and you would have to obey. But when he met you the first time and you were willing to talk to him about your likes and dislikes, he fell head over heels in love with you. It’s an unwritten rule in your relationship that you can have as much control as you need to feel safe with him.

Steve lowers his body on yours, his dick not even an inch away from your lips. He holds the base of his member, tapping the tip of it against your lip.

“You’re sure, Omega?" he asks again. You're nodding your head.

Your Alpha smirks and pushes the tip of his dick into your mouth. Your tongue immediately twirls around his tip, and you taste his pre-cum. It’s the first time you take him into your mouth. Steve never puts pressure on you and gives you the time you need for every sexual thing you two are doing.

When you lick along the underside of his dick, he shoves it deeper into your mouth. Your fingers are searching for something to ground yourself, and you grip his thighs. Steve pushes his dick into your throat, making you gag around him, and tears are in your eyes when he hits the point in your throat. His hand slowly caresses your cheek, and he smiles softly.

“You’re so tight, but relax, babe. If you can’t, you know your safe word,” he tells you.

You shake your head slightly, then swallow and make Steve groan. He smiles and slowly moves his hips to slide his dick in and out of your mouth.

You use one of your hands to move them to his balls, kneading them in your hand. Steve groans and moves his hips faster, thrusting his dick deeper into your mouth.

“No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck,” he groans. You feel him twitching in your mouth. “I’m so close; can I cum in your mouth?”

You nod, and he pushes his dick into your mouth, groaning loudly. His cum flows down your throat; the white liquid tastes better than you thought, and you swallow everything of his cum when he pulls his dick out.

“You did so well for me, babe. Let me give you a reward for sucking my dick like a good girl,” he says with a smirk and places himself between your legs again.

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[navybrat817]

Heat Inducing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, that happened. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[darkdarkstucky]

Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

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

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☁️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☁️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you fled.

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[crazyunsexycool]

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

Chapter 11: heat of the moment

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

Word count: 3.9k

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

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

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“My heat?”

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

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

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

“Or what?”

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

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

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

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

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

You looked at the three of them wide eyed.

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

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

“Use your words baby.”

“What I say goes.”

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

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

“Tell me what you want, omega?”

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

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

“Sam please.”

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

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

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

“Alpha, please. Need you.”

“So pretty when you beg, omega.”

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

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

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

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

“Are you good, sunshine?”

“Mhm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Great actually but…”

“But?”

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

“Yeah you are.”

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

“For what?”

“Everything. You’ve been wonderful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bad, need you.”

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

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

“Use your words darling.”

“Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl.” Bucky smirked as you preened.

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

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

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

“Alpha please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alpha…”

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

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Faster. Harder.”

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

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

“Yes, please. Need it.”

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

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

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

****

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

“Hey there sleepyhead.”

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

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

“No, just wanna be close to you.”

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

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

“I don’t want to eat.”

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

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

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

“Ok.”

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

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

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

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

“Hi.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Just you.” You whispered.

“Good answer.”

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

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

“Please alpha, need more.”

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

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

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

“You’re a tease.”

“Is that what you think baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did?”

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

“You love me?”

“Sweetheart of course we do.”

“We love you so much.”

“Absolutely.”

They all said at the same time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ch 12

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳❦

summary - steve was the one that got away... but did he really?

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❥

summary - your stepdad doesn't like how close his friend is getting to you, so the only way to solve the issue is to get inside you.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♡➳

summary - after everything that happened with bucky, you found comfort in steve, slowly falling for him as he becomes your knight in shining armour. when you finally become his, it's the best day of your life.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 ❥

summary - steve and you have something in common, he likes pulling your hair, and you love when he pulls on your hair.

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ❥

summary - you get steve hot and bothered…

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❥

summary - when you agreed to be steve's, you also agreed to be used whenever he saw fit.

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❥

summary - you get spanked by steve for what you're wearing.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve left you for peggy, only to realise five hours in that she was no longer the woman he loved. when he came back, five years had passed. will you ever forgive him for the sake of your son? or is your future with him no more?

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - you wished you had more time with him.

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥

summary - the moment steve saw you, he knew he needed to have you. so he thought the best way to get to know you… was to stalk you, what happens when he finally makes his move?

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ♡

summary - two idiots in love.

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 ➳

summary - you are sad and want steve to fuck the sad out of you.

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬 ➳ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ➳♡ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 3 ➳♡

summary - morgan gets hurt while at a family/friend gathering, causing all the women's instincts to kick in except yours. which doesn't end well for your relationship with a man from the 40s

summary - after your breakup with steve, you change, no longer wanting to deal with your emotions. after months of your team not hearing from or seeing you, they decide to track you down.

summary - you found your happiness

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡

summary - harley's ex, the joker, kidnaps you. causing the two teams to come and save you.

𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve cancels another date, this one being for your anniversary, to 'help' sharon.

𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡

summary - steve is there for you when you don't feel okay emotionally.

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you've wanted your dad's best friend since you met him, but he seems to pay less attention to you than you would've liked. so, the only thing you could think of was to tease him at a pool party.

𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮… ➳

summary - you love steve, but have to let him go.

𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐞 ➳

summary - the family you thought you had let you down, so you show up, showing them they didn’t break you.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡❥

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you are in love with your stepbrother and vice versa.

𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you go on a double date with your man, best friend and best friend's man.

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥

summary - you are friends with benefits with steve, and your favourite position is being on top.

𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you and steve have spent hours trying to find his best friend, and it ends with him taking his frustration out on you.

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you are scared of thunder and quickly find comfort in your stepfather and step-uncle's arms.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧) ➳♡

summary - you haven’t been dating steve for long and you get into a fight, he finally finds out about your past relationship.

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ➳❦

summary - steve cheats on you, causing the team to turn against you to save the world from hating him. years later, you finally seek your revenge.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you have some soft sex with the bearded super solider.

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐲 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❥

summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.

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silent whispers (iii)

— lumberjack! alpha! steve rogers x omega! reader

summary || When Steve saves you in the middle of a snow storm, he doesn’t expect to meet such a witty, quirky and beautiful omega. He also doesn’t expect to fall head over heels in love you. Though he doesn’t know much about you, especially the secrets you carry in your trunk.

warnings || dub con (due to heats). unprotected sex. alpha/omega dynamics. knotting. details of murder (no body no crime lmaoo). mentions of assault. breakdown. lots of sexual tension. horny thots. SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). DARK THEMES — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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I know I have rushed this, but I didn’t want to leave y’all hanging. I had more planned, but I can’t find the inspiration to write the elaborate story anymore and I hope you understand this. So this is the end of this story and I hope y’all like this!!

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Steve curled into his comforter as he woke up from his sleep to a sweet scent permeating the room. He sniffed as his eyes blinked open and it took him a moment to realise the potential origin of the scent. You.

He sat up straight on his bed and furrowed his brows in confusion. Why was your scent so strong? Were you okay? Just then, he heard a pained little moan come from the other room.

His worry turned to panic and he pushed his duvet aside as he rushed out. Your sweet aroma hit him like a brick wall when he opened the door. But the instant he saw the state you were in, he stood still and the realisation dawned upon him.

You were in heat.

“Alpha!” You mewled when you saw Steve come over. You pushed aside the blanket which you had pressed to your face as the alpha’s scent slowly mingled with yours in the room.

You could feel his gaze travelled down your body and the coherent part of your brain seized up with shame as he eyes locked at your fingers pumping into your dripping pussy.

You had woken up in heat and the desperation had made you fuck yourself with your fingers. Though it wasn’t enough. You needed your alpha. He was here now. And you knew he’d make it better.

“Alpha..!” You once again moaned in a broken voice. “Fuck!” Steve growled. But that seemed to push you both out of your trance and he cleared his throat as he turned away and you quickly covered yourself with the blanket.

“Steve.. I..” it was difficult to think straight, but you had to. You wiped off your slick soaked hand and winced as he clenched his jaw. Steve looked back at you, but he didn’t seem angry.

“I.. I could go out.” He said sheepishly. Your jaw fell open at his unexpected reply. He didn’t go insane with lust after seeing you in heat, instead he was asking if you wanted privacy.

Steve truly was one in a million… No, he was the only one.

“No. Stay.” The words slipped out before you could really think about it. His blue eyes were piercing you with their heavy gaze and you felt yourself get enthralled. “What?” He spoke softly.

“You could…” you felt your face heat up before you could speak further. “You could help me.. only if you want to… it’s just… it feels too much to be alone.” You coyly replied. You looked on with expectant eyes as you waited for his reply.

He chewed on his lip as he thought and you couldn’t help but think just how plump his lips were. How broad his shoulders were and how thick his arms were and his veiny his fingers were.

Steve still didn’t reply and you feared you’d said the wrong thing. “I didn’t do this on purpose I swear… the last few days were… hectic and I didn’t know…” you nearly had tears in your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“Please don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I just… I just don’t wanna take your advantage.” If you didn’t have before, you definitely had heart eyes for him now. His fist was clenched and you could see he was restraining himself.

“You won’t be taking advantage. I want this. I want you.” His nostrils flared when you said this and he shook his head as if to clear it. By controlling himself, Steve was really changing your perception and you were suddenly glad you’d met him and not some asshole.

“Pleasseee….” You whimpered as another cramp whacked your body and you curled upon yourself. You breathed hard as you calmed down a little, but instantly squealed when Steve picked you up.

“I’ll help you out.” He whispered into your hair and a relief you hadn’t felt before spread through your body. You clung to Steve as your brain sang, alpha is so strong.

You inadvertently moaned out when he deposited you on the bed as it was much softer than the couch. Wrapped between the covers, you were drowning in the scent of Steve and your hindbrain was preening in it.

“Are you sure?” He asked again and you enthusiastically nodded. You stared with wide eyes as he stripped his layers of clothes. You knew he was handsome, but damn, that body was a masterpiece.

Taking the hint, you got up on your knees on the bed and began removing your clothes. Steve’s eyes zeroed down on your breasts and you could feel the taut tension as he was still restraining himself.

He sucked in a sharp breath before laying down besides you. And before you could argue further, he held your lips and pulled you up such that you straddled him. “Steve…” his name sounded like a prayer on your lips.

“Go on.” He groaned out. And honestly, you didn’t have much patience left in you. A low moan escaped your lips when you touched his hot cock. It was thick and even bigger than the average alpha.

Drops of precum had collected over the head and you rubbed your thumb in it before dragging down the moisture below. Steve closed his eyes tight shut and curled his fingers in the mattress to the point you thought it’d tear.

You had already stretched yourself out on your fingers. You rubbed your wet pussy over his twitching cock and you both moaned at the friction. “Oh fuck!” Steve groaned as you sank down on his cock.

He still didn’t touch you, but instead he looked at you as if he was enchanted. You bit your lip as you tried to stuff his thick length into you. You couldn’t take all of him in a single stroke, so you slowly thrusted down until he was nestled deep within you.

You kept your hands on his wide chest and you whined with effort as started riding him. You were feeling so full, that the feeling was indescribable. And the only thing you wanted was, more.

Sweat covered your bodies as your fucked yourself over his cock. “Oh Steve!” He grunted from below you and the sound was like music to your ears. “Yeah… just like that.” He growled as you grinded down on him.

No matter what you did though, it wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed intimacy and warmth that Steve was refusing you. “Steve please! Please touch me!” You moaned.

Steve shook his head adamantly. You knew what he was doing, he was letting you take your pleasure from him while he controlled himself, but you didn’t want that.

“Alpha please!”

Steve’s eyes snapped open and something integral changed within. He flipped you quickly on your back and you let out a squeal. His warmth covered your body as his arms barricaded your sides.

His lips descended upon yours and you eagerly kissed each other. His scent was surprisingly comforting and you never wanted to leave his embrace.

He held you tightly as he began fucking into you and your eyes rolled back. The omega in you preened at the alpha taking the control. The room was filled with squelching noises and your combined moans.

His face looked utterly beautiful scrunching up with concentration. His eyes were intent on you as he gauzed your reaction; his blue orbs brewing up a storm. Your eyes dropped down to his lips which were wet from just kissing him.

His thrusts were hard and unrelenting, nearly animalistic. Your body writhed beneath him as he nailed your special spot perfectly. You were in heaven when you felt his knot form, stretching your walls.

You threw your head back and Steve took the chance to bury his head in the crook of your neck. He lewdly mouthed at the base of your neck where you were the most sensitive and it felt as if he’d zapped you with electricity.

You felt his knot grow within you and lock you two together in a perfect fit. You back arched as you came hard and you nearly saw stars behind your vision. He was still giving short aborted thrusts as you felt his hot seed fill you up.

A faint droopy smile spread across your lips as you were satisfied. You circled your arms around Steve’s broad chest as you couldn’t fathom the thought of being away from him for even a second. Surrounded in the warmth of your alpha, you drifted into deep sleep.

~~~

You nuzzled the pillows which carried Steve’s scent as you blinked your eyes open. Dim sunlight was seeping through the clear windows and landing on the bed, warming it up through the heavy snowfall.

“Good morning!” You sleepily mumbled when you saw Steve sitting on a stood besides the bed. You frowned when he didn’t reply and rubbed off your eyes. His jaw was clenched tight and the look on his face wasn’t soft, he looked angry.

You got up on the bed and covered your nakedness with the blankets. Before you could ask further, your eyes widened at the sight of a knife in his hands. You flinched back and quickly crawled on the other side of the bed.

“Holy fuck Steve! I knew it! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you. You’re a killer and I was ri….” His eyes snapped to you and gulped the rest of your words at the burning intensity. “Drop the act.” You could feel his anger in his soured scent.

“Huh?” Your eyes frantically searched the room for any sharp object to defend yourself. “I said drop this act. You don’t have to pretend anymore, I know. Thank goodness I got up before you, or who knows? You would’ve killed me in my sleep.”

“Wha… what are you talking about?” You curled yourself into a ball, afraid of what was to come next. He scoffed dryly, “You sold your act well. I mean all this drama of being afraid that I might hurt you, when you yourself are out there murdering people. You truly fooled me there.”

“Steve please…” Tears prickled your eyes and a heavy feeling permeated in your chest at Steve’s words. “Enough!” He growled. “You have a dead body in your car, stop acting so fucking innocent!” All your fears came true and you couldn’t stop the sob that slipped past your lips.

“Please just listen to me…” you wailed, but it fell on deaf ears. “I don’t want to listen to your pathetic excuses. What if you manipulate me again?” Your sadness suddenly turned into cold anger. Why wasn’t he giving you a chance. “STEVE STOP!”

He flinched at your suddenly raised voice and you stopped cowering. “At least give me a chance to explain myself!” Steve looked out of the window as to compose himself before looking back at you. “Okay go on.” He sounded utterly dismissive.

“Have you called the police?” That was the first question that came into your mind. “That is your explanation?” He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head. “Just answer me goddamnit.”

“Yes.” His voice broke and he sounded unsure. “Don’t lie Steve. Please tell me, have you already called the police?” He considered for a minute before shaking his head into a no. Relief spread through your veins and you sighed. “Thank you!”

You gulped before continuing further as he waited expectantly. “It’s not what it looks like. I mean I do have a body in my car, but.. I’m not a murderer.” You said it more for yourself than him.

“His name is Brock and he is… was a good for nothing idiot who bullies people. I had arranged a Christmas party in my house, and everyone from my job and neighbourhood came.”

You breathed in before speaking up. “I didn’t invite him, but he attended anyway and I didn’t have it in me to stop him. I was an idiot to let him inside in the first place. After the party was over, everyone went their way, everyone except him.”

The tears started again, and you saw Steve get up to comfort you before deciding otherwise. “He just began saying how much he… he wanted to claim me. I didn’t even have an idea that he liked me.” You tried rubbing off your tears but it was useless as they just kept flowing.

“It was too late and everyone had gone away and I couldn’t even scream for help. He began chasing me through my house and I… I ran upstairs for my phone to call the cops.” Just remembering the next part made you break down into sobs.

You jerked when you felt a hand on your back, but you felt better when you realised it was Steve. You wanted to blame it on your instincts, but you knew it was solely you, when you buried your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent.

Steve gave you comfort like no other and you were too last caring anymore of what he thought of your actions as you nuzzled him. “He followed me… and.. and he caught me too. He was about to bite,.. but I.. I hit him with a vase and pushed him down the stairs.”

Vivid memories coloured your brain as you remembered everything, scene by scene. “And he just… stopped moving. I checked on him and he wasn’t breathing…. He was dead…. I killed him.. Steve! I killed him!”

You didn’t even realise that Steve was cooing at you while reassuringly rubbing your back. You were lost in the feeling you’d first felt when you had realised Rumlow was dead, by your hands.

“Shhh… it’s okay. Calm down, sweetheart. Calm down for me.” You couldn’t tell for how much longer you cuddled Steve, but you slowly parted yourself as you came back to your senses a little. Steve rubbed off your tear tracks and took in your swollen face.

“Maybe you’re right. You shouldn’t trust me Steve, call the cops and tell them. I’ll confess and you can….” Before you could speak further, Steve pressed a finger to your lips to shush you. “We aren’t doing anything like that.”

“Just tell me where is his phone?” You stared at him owlishly as he spoke. You pointed your eyes down at his finger still pressing on your lip a faint smile covered his lips as he withdrew his finger.

“In a lake.” You had thrown his phone far away from your house, while on your way here. “And where’s your phone?” Steve didn’t seem as angry as before, instead he looked determined, and you didn’t know what did. “In my house.”

“Good girl. You can’t have the police tracking down your phones.” A quizzical look crossed your face, “Are you trying to help me?” Steve’s answer was just a word, yet it made you glad. “Yes.”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe your luck. “Yeah… I’m sorry I made assumptions. I just woke up early, and the snow’s mellowed down a little so I thought of checking up on your car and I found it… honestly, scared the shit out of me.” He giggled a little.

“I’m not a killer, Steve. I swear.” You looked down dejectedly and realised you were still naked and sitting on his lap. “I know. Because if you were, you would’ve killed me last light when I was balls deep in you.”

“Umm… Steve, can I wear clothes?” You muttered in a low voice. Even he forgotten that in all this mess and allowed you the courtesy. He waited outside while you freshened up and you gasped when you went outside as he was sitting on the sofa was an ace and a shovel.

“What else have you done to cover up your tracks? We need to use all our brain to get you out of this, we can’t do this shit half assed.” Steve somehow looked more determined than you.

“Well, I have covered as much as I could. Like I parked his bike back at his house and cleaned up the blood stains in my house. Also I don’t think there’s a single person who would miss him and file a complaint in the first place, but still.”

Steve nodded thoughtfully, “So now only the body’s left.”

~~~

“Are you sure?” You screamed so that Steve could hear you over the whipping wind. The storm didn’t seem like it was going on anytime soon and you held Steve’s jacket close to yourself.

“I’ve lived here long enough to know this is the perfect plan.” He responded as he dug out his shovel from his truck. You had put Rumlow’s body in this truck and Steve had driven you over here.

“Please be careful!” You shouted and Steve gave a mock solute. You could see the ice was thin where he was standing over a frozen river, while you stood safely on a land. He raised the shovel and you could hear the ice crack under it.

You nervously chewed your lip as Steve came back up while a sizeable hole was creating on the sheet of ice. The water beneath was fast, much faster than you would’ve expected.

“Come on.” He grunted and you followed as you two picked up Brock’s body. You took one last look at his face before depositing him through the hole in the ice. You saw the way he was carried away rapidly by the currents.

“Whoever finds him will think he fell down the ice by himself. And they don’t give much attention to such cases here.” Steve stated matter of factly as you two walked back to his truck.

“Thank you. And I can’t stress this enough, thank you Steve. I just don’t know what I would’ve done if you would’ve called the police. I was so panicked that day, I drove straight here without a thought.”

Steve held you by your shoulders and you looked up into his eyes. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you hugged him tightly.

Your sweet moment was ruined by a shining flashlight. You stood stock still as you looked up and saw a police car and a man waving the flashlight towards you. This was a trap,.. Steve had already reported you,.. you shouldn’t have trusted him…

“Calm down. I’ll handle this.” Steve whispered in your ear. “Hey bodecker!” He shouted out to the officer. “Oh hey Steve!” The officer waved back and walked closer to you two. You were shaking like a leaf and hid behind Steve to hide your fear.

“You got yourself a ‘mega?” Bodecker shamelessly asked. This time, Steve moved in front of you out of possessiveness. “Yeah. Came over for the holidays. Was just showing her the scenery.”

“Ay, there’s not much during winter. Should come during the spring darlin’” he lewdly replied and you felt Steve go stiff. “I could show ya some good spots too.” He said as he tugged on his belt.

Steve gave a warning growl and it was enough for bodecker to understand that the alpha wasn’t having it. “Calm down big boy. I was just teasing. Anyway, you enjoy ya time here,.. just not too much or you’d freeze ya balls.” He laughed as he went back to his cruiser.

With a drawn out wave he drove away and you finally let yourself breathe again. “I can’t believe our luck. If just minutes before he had come, we would’ve been caught.” You said with evident disbelief.

“Hmm. I’m sorry he’s such an asshole. He’s the sheriff though, so can’t really do much against him.” You nodded in understanding. You rubbed your hands together as the cold began seeping through your clothes.

“So… umm, what are you gonna do now?” Steve asked awkwardly as you two sat in his truck. “Means?” He started the engine and the truck roared back. “Now that the body’s disposed.. what are you going to do? Are you gonna go back?”

“You’d let me?” You were surprised. You had honestly thought that Steve would want you to be with him as he helped you. “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged. “I just… I just thought that you’d make me stay.”

“Are you serious? After all this, that’s the impression you have of me?” He looked a little annoyed. “No Steve. Not like that. I mean what else would you want out of helping me?”

“I didn’t help you because I wanted you in return, I just helped you because I wanted to. I didn’t expect anything out of it, and you don’t owe me anything. Just helping you was enough for me…. But if you do stay, it’d make me happier.”

You looked at him with a wide smile for the first time. “You know what? Looking at the condition of my car, I have to stay for a few more days. We’ll decide the rest after that.” Steve hummed in agreement. “Yeah. A day at a time seems nice to me.”

You kept your hand on Steve’s free hand and just basked in his warmth. He was right, one day at a time, but deep down you knew that for as long as you had Steve, life would be good.

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[onsunnyside]

🚨🚨🚨sneak peak of captains legacy i repeat sneak peek of captains legacy

here it is besties !! [here’s the other snippet I posted a while ago] — the end of the mean game of truth or dare:

Steve turns, “truth or dare, baby?”

You refuse to meet his gaze, “truth.”

“That’s all you’ve been picking when it’s your turn.” 

“Because I have a choice.” You snap back. 

Steve’s jaw ticks, the other alphas watching with cocky amusement. “Fine then, you don’t get to choose anymore. You only get whatever we give you.” 

“That isn’t how you play—” You’re cut off by a yelp when your thigh is roughly squeezed, hard enough to leave a nasty bruise. “Ow, Steve!” You try to push him away, but he only switches his hold to your neck, fingers digging into either side of your throat. 

“Watch that fucking attitude.” He spits, dark blues narrowed, “unless you want to get paddled again, this time in front of the guys?”

Your lips snap shut, tears welling in your eyes and just barely spilling over. The ache in your thigh bleeds through your body, filling you with deep dread and fear. He could hurt you right now, leave you battered and weeping, and his friends would only watch and laugh at your pain. You were trapped, locked down in a stupid house you didn’t want to be in, outnumbered by monsters who have taken over every inch of your life. 

You didn’t deserve this, no one deserved this. 

A single tear slips down your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. Steve’s eyes follow it, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “I dare you to take off your pants.” Your choked protests die in your throat when he tightens his grip, “or, suck me off right now.” 

Your silence speaks for itself and he turns you to face the guys, their faces clouded with heat or twisted curiosity. They’re smug as hell, soaking in your humiliation like they’re starved for it. 

“Slowly, legacy.” 

Wiping your nose, you squeeze your eyes shut and steadily pull down your shorts. The fabric drags along your skin, leaving an awful burn that only erupts into shame. You feel so small, so insignificant, reduced to nothing but sick entertainment. 

You hesitate when it reaches your trembling knees, you weren’t wearing anything underneath and Steve knew that. 

“You won’t need it.” He said as he laid out your clothes, clothes as in his hoodie and nothing else. 

The snap of fingers makes you jump and swallow a cry, the nightmarish thoughts flooding your head. Just for a moment, your eyes flicker open and meet theirs. Across the cluttered coffee table and seated on the various couches and chairs, they watch you. Unblinking, unwavering, unreadable. You didn’t know what they were thinking, if they were plotting to use you like nothing but a set of holes. You knew at least one of them was used to treating omegas like that—and he was smirking right at you as if he were thinking the same thing. 

But, Steve wouldn’t let Ari touch you. Right?

They could do much worse than just look at you—and that was the scariest part. The tears increase tenfold and stream down your cheeks hotly, pitiful whimpers leave your bitten lips. 

Steve leans back, spreading his legs. “Bend over and apologize to me.” 

When you don’t move, he kicks your leg. Taking one final shaky breath, you bend over and pull your shorts to your ankles. Exposing your bare cunt for his eyes only, but with the others just feet away. “I’m so-sorry for my attitude, alpha.” 

He doesn’t speak and you stand there for a few seconds, but it feels like hours. The open-air is misery personified, stripping away your dignity and making a feast out of it. Steve eats it up, groaning under his breath and rubbing over his growing bulge. He salivates at the sight of your wet cunt, your needy button nestled between your folds. Your hole is so small and tight, he’d have to spend time opening you up for his cock. 

Your heady smell saturates the air and only makes him more ravenous and greedy because he knows he’ll be the only one to taste you. He catches a slight movement out of the corner of his eye, it’s undoubtedly one of the guys getting a whiff of your sweetness too. Too bad that’s the most they’ll get. 

“You’re forgiven.” 

Those two words are followed by him yanking you into his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist. You’re seated sideways with your legs pressed together tightly and his hoodie fisted in your hands. You don’t hear whatever they’re talking about, bitter grattitude muddling your head. 

You feel objectified, like his personal toy to show off to his friends and yet, you aren’t fighting to escape his hold. 

What was happening to you?

Steve rubs up and down your side, “Now… Was that so hard?” 

“I don’t want t-to play anymore.” Your voice cracks from the lump in your throat, “please don’t make me play—daddy.” You tag on, brushing off the terrifying confusion to meet his gaze. 

Steve looks at you for a while, thick lashes kiss his prominent cheekbones with every slow blink. Then, he gives in, “Okay, baby, you deserve it.” He leans down and meets your lips.

You should feel sick, you shouldn’t like the feeling of his mouth on yours, calmly claiming ownership.

He pulls away with a strangely soft smile, “see? If you’re a good omega, you’ll get what you want.” With a final peck to your tear-stained cheek, he turns to the guys, “I’m taking her turn so… Buck, truth or dare?”

HEHEHE I MISSED THIS FIC SO MUCH !!

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[biteofcherry]

Hi! ALPHA STEVEEEEE oh my actual days. i have an unhealthy attachement to GoT. If his omega was feeling insecure how would he react? I feel like he would be completely flabbergasted and considering how she is very much independent she might not tell him at first. but if he found out...

A study

alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader

warnings: none; fluffy hurt/comfort; alpha has unique ways of improving your mood; but there's also understanding and communication; alpha Steve is a warning okay?

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"I guess this one could work," you shrugged, watching yourself in the mirror with growing resentment.

Your words reached Steve with quite a delay. He was staring at you, his mind occupied with images of ripping the fabric off of your body to get his hands on the magnificence of your curves and softness.

You looked absolutely fantastic in that dress - and it wasn't even some revealing, super sexy evening gown, but rather a chic, modest piece. Perfect for attending a conference.

And when you first saw that dress on the display as you passed the shop, you seemed to love it. How could it change so quickly?

Steve's gaze dragged up your body until he met your eyes in the mirror.

It was the very first time you showed annoyance with your looks, even if occasionally you fussed about not fitting into your favorite clothes right before the heat, because your body was accumulating fat to survive days of endless fucking.

"What is it?" Steve's brows furrowed as he took a step closer and you felt the warmth of his body at your back.

His hands slipped onto your hips and he rested his chin on top of your head as he held your gaze in the reflection.

"Nothing," you shrugged again, instinctively leaning into your alpha's embrace. "It's a good dress, but it doesn't really matter, right?"

Steve sensed that clearly it did matter, so he waited patiently for you to elaborate.

"I just have one meaningless presentation, nobody will pay attention to it beside just politely listening and clapping after I'm done." You tried to play it cool, like it didn't bother you that there was going to be a different star at the conference.

"Unlike Hope," you muttered, your tone more bitter than you wanted to let on.

Hope was- not exactly a friend, but not an enemy either.

You went to the same university, shared some mutual friends and occasionally worked on the same projects before graduation. Then you pursued your career goals while Hope went on to rock the world with everything that she had.

She was stunning, always had a line of men and women trailing behind her with dreams of spending time with her. She had a brilliant mind, too. Honestly, she had it all, in your opinion.

Including the freedom of not being driven by designation and hormones, since she was a beta.

As it turned out, Hope now had not one but three degrees and steered her career toward medical science for the military purposes. You were proud of how you were actually helping people day to day, running your small research, but it suddenly felt less significant compared to Hope's straight road to saving the world.

When you stumbled into her an hour ago, your brief, quite warm conversation revealed she was going to be the mysterious grand star at the conference you were also attending.

And she too was searching for an outfit. Judging by the label on the bag she was carrying, Hope was going to have something designer. Perhaps even custom fitted.

Then it turned out Steve was familiar with one of her projects; he saw it used in action when back in the military.

They switched feedback and information about Hope's upgrades so flawlessly and passionately, and you just stood there with a smile, nodding your head in pretend-interest.

Hope had it all. Still. Just like she had in uni.

Including attention of your mate.

You knew Steve loved you, you didn't fear him leaving you to chase anyone else. But love didn't mean he was impressed, or interested in your meager career.

The only profit you'd gain from presenting your study at the conference would be Maria's proud face as she added to your clinic's website information about running research acknowledged at international conferences.

"Hope?" One of Steve's eyebrows quirked up, confusion settling on his face. "That beta we ran into?"

"Yes, that beta whose great improvements to the battlefield medicine-" you mocked Steve's voice- "you were complimenting less than an hour ago," you glared at him, barely stopping yourself from stomping on his foot.

"Sweet brat," Steve's hands tightened their grip on your hips, an almost painful reminder to watch your tone.

"I was a Captain in the Army and sometimes on missions things got really bad. I simply appreciate that Hope's projects helped to save lives of some of my men."

"I know her work is important." You grit out, crossing your arms over your chest. "Which is why I know everyone will look forward to her presentation and discussion panel with her. So I don't need to bother stressing over my showing."

Steve recited the full title of your presentation and research, showing you he was always paying attention to what was important to you.

"Hope's work may be desired by the big, important institutions," he said, "but it's your research that has the potential of aiding people nationally, in their day to day struggles."

Your heart melted at the conviction in Steve's voice. Through the bond you sensed a steady rhythm and a flush of fiery pride that your alpha felt about your work.

"And you know what else?" Steve bent down a little, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your cheek.

"Hope has nothing beyond her career. Beneath the smell of perfume, there's only the scent of the lab on her. No partner, neither long term nor a fuckbuddy. No remnants of anyone familiar, like a friend or a pet."

"Maybe she chose it that way," Steve mused, rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs, "or maybe she spends the rest of her day being as fussy as you, feeling bitter that she doesn't have a mate and love like you."

You sighed softly, uncrossing your arms. You rested your hands atop Steve's forearms, caressing his warm skin.

You tilted your head slightly as your placated insecurities slowly retreated, living room to the mentioned fussy streak. That still wasn't entirely gone, strumming inside you with a need to act out.

"So you were checking her scent?" It was a deliberate poke, delivered with a glare.

Steve huffed and closed his eyes for a second. Then he straightened and in one swift move twirled you around.

He pushed you back against the mirror, gripping the back of your neck with one of his large hands.

"If you're sporting for a spanking until you sob all your frustration and insecurities out, I will happily arrange it." His voice remained soft, but dropped to that low octave a breath away from a growl.

"Or maybe we can make you more excited on that stage?" You gulped nervously as Steve's eyes darkened.

His lips trailed along your jaw, teeth just barely grazing your skin.

"You'll be giving your lecture wearing nothing but that pretty dress, while I sit in the first row with your panties in my pocket. Knowing that as soon as you're done with your presentation, I'm going to be fucking you full of my cum..."

Steve nipped your chin in reprimand when your eyes closed, the sting making you open them instantly.

"So that when you do the rounds at the banquet later that beta you're jealous off knows that you've won something she'll never have. A true mate."

Your clamped your hands on Steve's shoulders, gripping the fabric of his too tight t-shirt.

"You can't solve everything with sex, you know," you said breathlessly, clenching your thighs as you felt Steve's free hand slide up the pencil skirt of the dress you were trying on.

"How about we conduct a longitudinal study on that?" Steve chuckled and slapped your thigh.

#steve rogers x reader #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!steve rogrs x omega female reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #alpha steve rogers x omega female reader #a/b/o dynamics #grain of truth #my writing

[holylulusworld]

Triad (1) - Kinktober 20

Summary: You are everything to them.

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!(fem)Reader

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @stuckybingo (Round 5): Square O5: AU: A/B/O

Square filled for stuckybingo (Round 4): I4: AU: A/B/O

Warnings: future mmf relationship, established mm relationship, meet cute, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, needy Bucky & Steve, dominant reader, dom/sub undertones

Kink: Dom / Sub

A/N: I decided to turn this request into a mini-series. It will consist of drabbles telling us more about their story.

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

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It was an ordinary autumn day when you met Steve and Bucky for the first time. They went for a stroll in the park, holding hands as you passed them by.

Until then, they were lost in their love and bond.

That was until a whiff of their mixed scents hit you out of nowhere. Your head snapped toward the pair, and your eyes began to glow.

The omegas immediately turned their attention toward you and your scent. It had been ages since they scented a female alpha. The last one was Peggy Carter; the one that got away.

Bucky and Steve tried to find their missing piece in male alphas too. But male alphas only tried to dominate them in the wrong way in the past.

While being super soldiers, your omegas were looking for a soft dominant helping them to give up control.

Bucky was a little bold in the beginning. He purred in your direction and flashed you a cocky grin. Steve was a little shyer but followed his mate when Bucky almost pounced on you.

The needy omega tried to scent you without your allowance, and you had to stop him. A confident “stop” left your lips and Bucky stopped in his tracks.

He whimpered and rubbed his hand over his growing erection. Steve only looked at you and whined as you turned to leave.

You didn’t want to get involved with two bonded omegas. Polyamory wasn’t in your plans.

“Wait,” Bucky pleaded. “Alph-“ He bit his tongue as he looked at you.

“I’m not your alpha,” you replied and gave him an apologetic look. “It’s only your instinct, sweetie.”

He dipped his head to glance at your untouched mating gland.

Bucky licked his lips, already forming a plan to get you to talk to them some more.

“Hi,” Steve tried to make you stay a little longer. “I’m Steve, and that’s my mate, Bucky.”

“Bucky. Hmm…that’s an odd name,” you teased, making Steve chuckle. “A nickname I assume.”

“His name is James.”

“He is here,” Bucky grumbled as you talked to his mate, not him. “Now, uh-alpha…”

“Buck—” Steve gasped audibly. Not once did his mate call someone alpha. “You can’t call her that. We don’t even know her.”

The blonde tried to stop his mate from pouncing at you, still, he took a step toward you and sniffed in your direction.

“Stevie, she’s our alpha,” the brunette insisted. He puckered his lips and batted his long lashes. Bucky had the power to make you weak from the beginning. And he still has this power over you. “You can feel it too, right?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

Steve took another step toward you. He tried to sniff in your direction again, but you raised your hand and stopped him. “I did not allow you to scent me.”

“Uh-sorry. You just smell so good, alph-“ Steve cleared his throat and wrung his hands.

For an omega, he was a glorious sight. Tall, with broad shoulders, and a thick beard framing his face he was all you want in an omega. Still, he had to earn his place next to you.

This time, you took a step toward the blonde. You sized him up and huffed. “I see no alpha ever tamed you, and your mate. You need an alpha making sure you don’t lose control all the time.”

“I’m not some puppy you can train,” Bucky complained, but stepped closer to you again.

“Sweetness, I didn’t talk about training you to become my puppy. But you almost pounced on me. A stranger. What if I had ulterior motives and hurt you or your mate? You cannot get lost in your instinct.”

“We are sorry,” Steve said, gaze dropping to his shoes.

“Hmm…” you turned your head toward Bucky to get a better look at him. He was a tall and attractive omega too. His blue eyes searched your face as he struggled to hold your gaze. “You need an alpha taking care of you. A good alpha knows how to handle two bratty omegas…and I'm a good alpha...”

Part 2

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[dyinglikenarcissus]

Another One

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

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

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

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

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

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“Up.”

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

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

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

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

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

You hate arm day.

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

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

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

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

“Spot me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It helped burn calories.

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

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

Which makes you think he’s up to something…

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

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

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

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

But Steve doesn’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He is definitely up to something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t let go.

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

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

Lost in him.

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

Well, when he puts it that way…

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

What’s one more baby?

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

But you know there isn’t really one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Breed me, please, Stevie!”

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

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

Just a little more…

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

“Alpha,” you pant.

“Yeah, my little omega moon?”

“Please, fuck another baby into me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want it so bad.

“Please, alpha! More!” You cry.

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

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

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

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

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

It’s all too much.

Far too much!

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

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

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

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

“Stevie,” you call. “Steve!”

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

“The baby-“

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

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

Did he sleep at all?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always up to something.

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

“Maybe,” Steve replies cryptically making you smile.

“All you had to do was ask.”

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

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Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Steve finally comes home

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

WC: 950

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And just like that, Steve was home.

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𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

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

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

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

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

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How about Alpha Steve and having pups???

His Everything

Series: Full moon

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics! Pregnancy! Fluff! Angst!

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For the longest time Steve never saw a future for himself with a mate and pups

But then again years ago he didn’t see a future where he’d bond with a complete stranger to protect her from her old pack and subsequently fall in love with her

So when he discovered that you were pregnant he was over the moon

He made sure to show you exactly how much he loved that you were carrying his child

Steve didn’t think he could love you any more but as the months went on and your stomach grew in size he found himself falling more and more in love with you every day

He hated being away from your side for any length of time and when you were together it wasn’t uncommon for his hand to be resting somewhere on your body

However as your due date loomed a voice in his head got louder and louder, one that told him he could never be a good father because he never had a good example

It took some pressing but you finally got him to open up to you about his fears

“Alpha, you are going to be the best dad ever, I already know it” you reassured him “I see you with Morgan, Cassie and all the other pups, you’re a natural”

“Really?” Steve asked uncertain

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life” you smiles leaning over to kiss him

When the time came and your little one was born, Steve was still nervous to begin with but he found his feet soon enough and was more than happy to have been proved wrong

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What If for Surprise, Surprise.

What if Steve couldn't find his mate?

Hey Navy, good question.

A good, angsty question, so I’m putting the reply under the cut.

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CW: for SA, SA while pregnant, child loss, guilt, recovery.

I’d like to think that’d he’d have found her eventually, but if he hadn’t got to her then then he wouldn’t have been able to stop the two rogue Alpha’s from assaulting her.

Finding out she was pregnant wouldn’t have stopped them- it’s some other Alpha’s pups, his legacy.

She’d have been found by some passer-by’s, beaten and bloody and taken to hospital.

She was, in fact, expecting twins, but unfortunately the smaller one didn’t survive the trauma. The beta and omega doctors were able to stop her miscarrying both- they were fraternal twins and had separate placentas.

She was able to hold her tiny little girl, who she named Sarah, for a few hours before she had to be taken away.

She was in hospital for months- not only to be monitored for the remaking twin, but to recover from her broken jaw, fractured arm and cracked ribs. The doctors also wanted to monitor her mental state. After the loss of little Sarah, she became almost mute- completely withdrawn and suffering from PTSD.

It is here that Steve finds her. When she sees him she starts screaming and shaking, sending him away. His Alpha scent scares her; she’s worried he will hurt her for loosing their pup; she totally blames herself.

It takes time for her to trust he isn’t going to snap and hurt her, and Steve has to watch from the doorway as she births their other pup at 8 months; he had to be delivered early due to the damage to his placenta worsening as strain was put on it.

It was a boy, Joseph. Steve had to wait until reader was asleep, post partum, before he could hold his son.

There is a long road ahead. Steve is waiting for her to trust him enough so he can get her transferred to a Stark private facility. He has already organised for an Omega doula to come in every day and help her.

He loves her, and the guilt he feels for not being there is just as strong as the guilt she feels for loosing her baby. At Bucky’s insistence he starts therapy, knowing that he needs to be the best version of himself in order to help his Omega recover.

The day she invites him into her room to watch while she feeds Joseph, he can’t stop smiling. There’s a light at the end of the very long tunnel.

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