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biteofcherry · 1 year
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Grain of Truth  -  part eight
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*disclaimer: the picture used in the banner is no indication for how the Reader looks, it only serves the vibe of the story, it’s not a description
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: heat (mating cycles); smut; unprotected sex; knotting; cum play; A/B/O dynamics; marking; bonding; dominance; Dom/sub undertones; soft!dark Steve;
word count: 4.1k
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Grain of Truth previous parts:   
 | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Nine |
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Heat pleasure always felt heightened. A sort of an euphoric high that you rode, until your body gave out and your brain shut off into sleeping mode. 
However, it was nothing compared to the intensity of going through it with Steve. 
The need for your alpha was skyrocketing, consuming you whole; mindless and animalistic. 
With any previous heat a few good orgasms from your fingers, or your toys, had you sated and smiling. The heat triggered by your alpha’s presence was like a fever that only grew each time he took you.
Wet and sticky, so full of him, so sore; and yet you mewled for him desperately when Steve forced you to take a break from his cock. 
You scrunched up your nose, glaring at him indignantly as he fed you pieces of chocolate bars and brought a water bottle to your lips. Nutrition wasn’t something you ever cared for in your heat, usually forgetting about anything beside little sips now and then. 
Maybe that’s what alphas were for during a heat - to satisfy your aching cunt and care for your wellbeing. 
You definitely preferred the first part. 
Which is why you tried to nibble on Steve’s fingers instead of the chocolate; why you rubbed yourself against his thigh like a needy bitch. 
He had to pin you down a few times, growling at you to behave and eat more. 
Honestly, Steve growling only made things worse. 
As did his hand wrapped around your throat and the heavy weight of his body trapping you in.
It made you keen and leak, a fresh rush of your potent scent provoking Steve's raw attack. 
Much later, when your determined to get wrecked brain switched off as your stomach grew taut with how much of his cum spilled past your cervix, Steve used your pliant body to sate his own never ceasing craving.
Still emitting faint heat hormones, just boneless and acquiescent, your body called to the alpha to claim you over and over. 
Even without you actively trying to climb him, too fucked out to even beg for his knot, Steve followed the mating instinct that drove him nearly mad with the need to take you again. Fill you again. Bite you again.
A few times he’d gratuitously allowed you reprieve; stroked himself as he watched your spread body and reminisced on the things he’s done to you. 
He came all over your belly and chest. A second time over your back and ass. Twice on your face, scooping splashes of thick, white cream and pushing them between your lips.
You suckled them clean so eagerly, your scent spiking again as the taste of his cum stirred the last flames of your heat from its lull; it made him painfully hard again. 
And so he fucked your boneless body without remorse. Hooked his arms beneath your bent knees as he drove deep.  
When his knot deflated and he slipped out of your fluttering pussy, Steve took a few deep, calming breaths. A short pause to let your body stop twitching from overstimulation. 
Then he kneeled up and cradled the back of your head in his hand, holding it in place as he nudged your lips with the tip of his cock. You opened eagerly, big glossy eyes staring up at him as he slowly rocked into your hot mouth to get himself hard again.
Hard enough to move your body into a new position and thrust inside you. The way you cried Alpha each time he stretched you anew, was the most intoxicating feeling.
The primal side of Steve swelled in triumph and delight as he finished for the final time and looked at you - your broken body quivering beneath him, belly slightly bulged, the imprint of his teeth on your mating gland.
A new day was brightening outside. The third one, Steve calculated. Or maybe fourth? 
What his frantic brain might’ve thought to be a few hours could in fact be close to twenty four. Not that he cared much. He could spend a week, or two, with you in the nest, if you asked him to. If you needed him.  
Though he suspected you won’t like staying much longer on the completely soiled fabrics. Much less remaining sticky all over. For now, however, you were unable to move an inch to leave the nest and Steve had no desire to separate from you. 
He dug between the layers of the nest and pulled out the least nasty blanket, draping it over you both as he settled on his side facing you. 
He placed a hand on your hip and your body rolled closer. It was an instinct to be as close to your alpha even in your drowsy state. 
Steve held you, arm loosely wrapped around you and his nose buried in your hair. He felt an indescribable, peaceful sensation spreading through him like a warm wave. A sense of joy and contentment. Of being in the right place.
Of belonging. 
You slept for a few hours and Steve dozed off along with you. The moment your consciousness began reconnecting with reality, he woke up as well. 
It wasn’t the bond, but the still heightened instinct to attend to your needs if the heat hasn’t fully subsided. 
But you only hummed and stretched alongside him. You rolled onto your back, eyes closed. You felt the heavy arm across your body, an intimate and possessive act that brought a faint smile to your lips.
You placed your hand atop Steve’s forearm, caressing his skin with delicate brushes of your fingers. When you moved your legs, muscles in your thighs spasmed and the burn in them returned. 
As if connected to the sensation, your core pulsed with soreness.
Oh! Your eyes fluttered open.   
So many sensations tingled in your body. An ache which you suspected would only spread once you tried walking. 
If you’d even be able to take a step, with the imprint of Steve’s cock and knot still fresh in your ruined pussy. 
But you never felt this satisfied, this… delirious bliss. 
You wanted to grin and laugh, and keep stretching even though each of your muscles would strain in reminder of the brutal tumble your body was subjected to for hours and hours. 
You wanted to curl into a ball and hide in your alpha’s strong arms; have his heavy weight on you and his breath on your neck. 
Your brain, still quite mushy from the post-orgasmic haze, suddenly pinged with alertness. 
The mark over your mating gland was throbbing pleasantly, in tune with the joyous pulsing in your whole body. 
With trembling fingertips, you touched the bitten spot, feeling the content warmth and pride swell in your heart. A heart that seemed to pound with strength unknown to it until now.
You turned your head to the side, staring at Steve bewildered. Then you forced your body to roll to your side, needing to face him fully. Needing him to hold you closer even as the itch to punch him grew.
“You bonded me,” you whispered, astonishment breaking into a betrayal. 
A part of you knew that bonding would be something Steve insists on, but you thought of it as something to happen much later in your relationship. 
Not only did it happen so soon, but he snapped it into place at your most vulnerable and submissive state. 
“Yes.” Steve replied softly, as if it was the most natural and obvious thing. 
He frowned, seeing your eyes well with tears. Your body was still pressed to his, your leg found its way over his thigh, but you tilted your head back from him. 
At first he didn’t understand your reaction, then he remembered how new all of this was to you. How foreign the concept of true mates was to you. 
For years you held onto your own presumptions, building lies on stereotypes to shield yourself from ever forming a relationship with any alpha. 
You skipped some important truths in your need to rebel.
You had to enroll back to some classes, or maybe at least talk to Amita about the basic truths you chose to never learn. Otherwise the hurdles along your future path may lead to catastrophic outcomes. 
“Hey,” Steve said your name in a soothing tone and moved one of his hands to cup the back of your head and make you look at him. “Can you take a deep breath for me and focus on what exactly you’re feeling on the bond spectrum?” 
Instinct told you to struggle, but your body was too spent to put any real resistance. You sneered at Steve, but he only held you in place and asked you to focus once again. 
So you did. With every intention of pouring your irritation into it so hard that Steve feels it like a punch over the mating bond. 
However, the deeper you sank into what you were sensing inside of you, the calmer you were. There was a tiny hint of worry, but overall it was a calm certainty of feelings, a bloom of love and serenity. 
And you knew they weren’t your emotions.
Yours were still a bit uncertain, chaotic, wonderfully in the whirlwind of slowly falling in love and considering running away.
You understood then that what you felt when you focused on the bond were Steve’s feelings. The heartbeat you thought was yours, only stronger, was Steve’s. 
“I feel you.” You whispered, eyes going wide. 
Steve traced a finger over your cheek and then down to your arm. He took your hand in his and put it over his sternum. 
“That’s what I did.” He explained. “A mating bite is a gift, not a demand. I bit you, because I was ready to open to you. To give you access to my feelings.” 
You frowned, not grasping the full meaning behind his words. Every scrap regarding a mating bond that ever reached your mind (though back then you didn’t even want to know it), described it as a brand an alpha puts on his omega to have her tied to him.
Steve’s explanation spoke of something completely opposite. Was he trying to veil the breach of trust and forcing you to bond with him with pretty fairy tales? 
Steve sighed, noticing your confusion. 
“You’re thinking of a mating bond as something that’s like a leash. Or a GPS tracker.” He rolled his eyes, suspecting where such ideas might come from. 
Surely not from true stories, or even academic research, since you avoided any true mating topic like a plague.
It had to be based on deranged, exaggerated romance novels, or shitty TV shows glorifying miscommunication and abuse. No wonder you were so against mating and creating a bond. 
“Some of the alpha romances really have it all wrong and the authors should be walloped for that.” Steve growled with irritation. 
“In truth, the bond allows one to sense the distress of the partner and react quicker, but most of all it’s a final act of showing your commitment.” Steve tapped the back of your hand that rested above his heart. “And it’s the biting partner that opens up, not the one getting the bite.” 
“That makes zero sense.” You blurted out.
“Oh, and the other way around makes more sense?” Steve chuckled. “Or are you just so used to seeing it your way that it’s hard to accept it’s the opposite?” 
Steve rolled his body over you, trapping you beneath his massive form once again. And like it happened every time he did it, your body tingled with anticipation. 
However, he didn’t part your legs, didn’t rut into you; didn’t even steer his touch to an intimate sphere. 
“A bite over a mating gland is like giving a wedding ring.” He leaned down, rubbing the tip of his nose along yours. “Me giving it to you as a sign of my commitment. Of me trusting you with my heart and mind.” 
You felt the truth behind his words inside you, felt it on that hook in your heart. 
“You feel me. But I don’t feel you.” 
There was an undertone of sadness in Steve’s voice, but it wasn’t a manipulation to force the right words out of you. And now you were certain of it, because you sensed it through the bond.
For the first time it seemed you were on even footing with Steve, being able to tell if he was honest or just wanted to trick you. 
In the uneven power dynamic between an alpha and omega that provided you a power of your own. 
“You don’t feel what I feel?” You asked, still hesitant. “You don’t know what I think?”
All the times he figured out there was something bothering you, or the way he so easily played your body as if he knew all the weak spots before discovering them. And he knew that without having the bond in place? 
If Steve gained even more insight into you, as the two way bond guaranteed, you’d be powerless against him.
“No, not until you bite me.” Steve brushed his lips over yours. “When you bite my mating gland, only then can I truly sense you. Only then the actual true bond snaps into place.” 
You opened your lips to accuse him of already having weird access to your thoughts, but Steve’s soft huff of laughter interrupted you.
“I’m good at reading people and you wear some of your emotions on your beautiful face.” He teased you. 
“And your body has tells too…” one of his hands slid along your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.
Your nipple instantly hardened, your back arching upward so you could rub against Steve’s naked chest.
“You’re so very responsive.” Steve hummed appreciatively. 
“You- you’re distracting from the main topic.” You scolded, but it sounded too breathy and helpless to impress anyone. Plus, your treacherous body preferred to follow the newly ignited spark of arousal. 
“I’m distracting?” Steve’s hand traveled further south. “I’m not the one splayed so openly; so warm and wet, and smelling of me.” 
“That’s also your fault,” you groaned when he nudged your legs apart and settled his weight between them. “You covered me in your cum almost head to toe.” 
It was absolutely filthy, some of the things he did to you. Yet your body and the primitive hindbrain of yours shaked in ecstasy. 
“Mhm, there are still some unsoiled nooks.” Steve’s voice lowered as his fingers dipped between your soaked folds and further down. 
“Nu-uh,” you shook your head even as your body opened up to his ministrations, “I’m not taking it up the ass.” 
Steve’s eyes darkened, a single digit circling your puckered hole. 
“Not yet,” he whispered, moving his fingers back to your sopping entrance, “but not never.” 
Deep in your belly you felt a shot of lust - dark and heady, and so possessive it couldn’t be yours. It punched the air out of your lungs as you realized it was Steve’s arousal spiking, spurred by your awaiting body and whatever filthy thought he had. 
“Let’s stick to the Not part, for the moment.” You groaned at the gentle push of a single finger between your swollen walls.
There was already so much your body went through this heat - a summary of all your sexual encounters tripled wouldn’t match the number of times you came on Steve’s cock. Adding to it something far beyond your experience, surely would kill you. 
You slid your arms around Steve's back, your touch hungry to feel each ripple of his muscles. 
For all things you could complain about Steve, his body was a fucking wonder. 
And it's all mine to enjoy, your own possessive inner beast purred proudly. 
You squirmed, wincing slightly when Steve eased a second finger into you. He paused, digits buried deep, but unmoving.
 “Sore?” His eyes took in every detail of your face; from the microgrimaces to the way your pupils dilated and your irises shined. “Think you can take me one more time?”
“Ugh,” if you listened to the reasonable part of your brain, you’d put a stop to it. 
But it seemed Steve fucked out any reason from your brain, leaving only that raw, primal need to submit and subject to his demands.
“I want it.” Your hips rocked up into his hand; your nails needling the skin on his back. 
“I want you, too.” Steve licked over your bottom lip, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy. “I want you to feel all of me.”
Breath turning erratic, tiny whimpers cracked your voice as you snorted - “I’m pretty sure there’s an imprint of your cock inside me.” 
Steve’s soft chuckle tickled your chin. His blue eyes sparked, eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. He looked down at you, holding your gaze as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his shaft. 
“Sweet brat.” He crooned, pinning you in place as your body seized at the stretch. 
“I mean that I want you to sense what I’m feeling when I’m fucking you.” He inched agonizingly slow inside. 
Perhaps he thought it to be merciful, to do it slowly and gently. Or maybe the bastard thrived, knowing it was a maddening little suffering for you to feel him stretch wide your abused pussy. 
“You’re more coherent now, you can focus on the bond. Feel how I want you.” 
His hips pushed harder against you. Your legs fell wider apart, spread like a used ragdoll’s. With his weight and the force of his movement, Steve caused your hips to tilt upwards. 
It made his cock sink even deeper. 
The tip nestled against your cervix, yet he seemed to keep pushing and pushing, until all of him was sheathed within your stretched walls and his balls met your butt. 
“Feel how I love you.” Steve murmured and kissed you. 
Sensations burst inside you. Intense elation and overwhelming lust. Light and dark, an intoxicating combination of care and possessiveness. It rushed through your veins with rapture close in power to the peak of your heat. 
You never knew how love feels for others. To be honest, while you experienced falling in love before you never felt true love yourself, not a type different from how you loved your family. 
What you sensed through the bond was overpowering. Emotions that couldn’t be contained and which held determination to fight the world to keep their center protected - to keep you protected. 
It nearly brought tears to your eyes. 
You tightened your arms around Steve, clinging to him with all what was left of your strength. 
Your head fell back on the mattress, neck strained, offering him the gland he already marked as his. 
Your legs dangled limp, swaying with Steve’s each hard thrust. 
“Oh- ohh! Steve!” 
That you screamed his name when climaxing, not his designation, meant to him the world at that moment. 
While the primal side of Steve wanted you to call him your alpha when he fucked you in full heat, now that he showed you what his bonding meant and that it came from him - Steve - he hoped you accepted it. 
Accepted that he was offering you all of himself, not just hunting you down to be your alpha.
Steve shuddered above you as one of your hands slid up, your fingers weaving in his hair and you weakly pulled his head down to yours. 
“You’re everywhere.” You muttered deliriously, eyes clenched shut and streaks of tears trailing down your temples. “I’m all filled with you.” 
You undid him with those words, though you weren’t even aware of anything beside his hot cum spilling inside you and the wave of blinding tranquility pouring through the bond. 
“Fucking love you.” Steve whispered into your hair as he gathered you in his arms, rolling to the side and pulling you along with him. 
You came to your senses sooner this time, but instead of switching your attention to reality, you sank further into Steve’s embrace and the hues of deep, soft emotions pulsing through you with each beat of his heart. 
It was impossible to comprehend the complexity of feelings which Steve bore for you. Could it be love? It certainly felt stronger than what even the most dramatic romances described. 
You weren’t sure if you’ll be able to ever feel anything akin to it. 
It crushed you to think how broken Steve would be, if your feelings for him never reached such height. 
For now, you relished in his closeness. Maybe it was the subsiding heat and post-orgasmic tranquility, but for the first time you allowed yourself to fully submerge into this intimacy with Steve. And you realized how much you liked his proximity, how safe and at peace you felt with him. 
Surprisingly, you also became aware that when he pulled on your pigtails and provoked certain bratty reactions from you, despite the annoyance and the need to rebel, his presence always made you feel secure. 
You stirred when Steve’s hand, with which he was caressing your back, tugged on your hair. With a hum you craned your neck to peer up at him.
“Want to take a shower?” He asked, reminding you of the filthy state of your body.
Steve was pretty ruined too, but somehow it was you that surely painted a picture of disgusting debauchery. Though you left quite a few scratches all over his body, he wasn’t the one covered in bruises and cum. 
“I really do, but-” heat burned under the skin of your face and you hid it in his chest again.
“But what?” Steve asked curiously.
“But I fear that if I stand up, not only will I leak buckets, but my legs will give out.” You blurted on a single breath, not looking up. 
Steve laughed, his chest shaking with a purring rumble beneath your cheek. It only grew in resonance when you did lift your head to glare at him. 
“Yeah, you’ll be leaking for days.” He said it with a smug smirk. “But I can help with the other part.”
Before you knew it, Steve was out of the nest - fast and agile, as if he didn’t just have a few-days-long sex marathon. He picked you up easily, one arm behind your back the other under your knees. Your breath hitched in your lungs when he did that. 
As he carried you to the ensuite bathroom, you cast a glance at the mess of a nest on the huge bed. It didn’t look as perfect, or as comforting as it did when you built it. Worse, it bore crusted and fresh, shiny marks of intense coupling. 
The nests you built for your heats when you spent them alone at home were never ruined like that. There was rarely an item out of place once you were done. 
In the shower stall Steve had to keep your body up, since your legs really gave out when he put you down on your feet. You leaned against him, only slightly embarrassed as he cleaned your body. 
Steve was gentle in the way he touched you. Focused on caring for you, cherishing you, not once trying to use the situation to arouse you. Though some parts of your body responded to his touch anyway. 
You tried helping him wash, too, but your strained muscles made you less efficient. When Steve guided your soapy hand over the plains of his body, directing you in how to clean him, well… that worked you up more than his tender touching did. 
Afterwards, he sat you up on the bathroom counter and patted you dry before toweling himself off. Slipping on a pair of simple, gray sweatpants, he helped you into a fresh t-shirt of his. It was big enough to cover most of your butt. 
“Food or sleep?” Steve asked, lifting you up into his arms once again. 
“Both.” You yawned into his shoulder. 
“Feed you while you’re sleeping?” Steve snorted, carrying you out of the bathroom and out through the bedroom door. “That’s an interesting concept. How am I supposed to do that?”
“You’re the all knowing alpha. Figure something out.” 
A cheeky smile spread on your lips as you leaned your cheek against Steve’s shoulder. Seemed you found another positive side of having an alpha as your partner - you could be carried around and spoiled a bit.
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Attack Of The Winter Wolf: The Nomad's Demands
Summary- 6.1k Alpha Steve x Little One. Brock is dead, The White Wolf and Bucky have returned to the Pack and Steve has to come to terms that he was forced to hurt you. Both you and Steve are recovering at Stark Towers but not all things can be fixed so easily.
Warnings- Angst. Mentions of pain and blood. We have a very guilty Alpha on our hands. This is an 18+ Only Blog.
A/N- Last Chapter for Attack Of The Winter Wolf. Those of you that have followed this series, thank you for all the encouragement and love you have given to Alpha Steve and Little One. I am also really sorry about this chapter. Thank you @drabblewithfrannybarnes for tackling this one. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics Comments and Reblogs are so appreciated.
Chapter Nine / Masterlist
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Sam proved himself efficient in all the ways that counted. He immediately got everything in Brock’s compound organized and running for the pack to be able to use while they worked on dismantling it, collecting any data they could on Hydra’s operations. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much, it appeared to simply be a holding facility, Sam suspected a storage place to keep alphas until they could be transported. The rooms of cages left them all unsettled, picking up scents of fear and panic in them.  
Tony flew out a medic team to help out the wolves in need of treatment as well as monitor those still recovering from the compulsion. Those that were stable enough started the expansive search of finding their remaining family members. 
Sam sensed the immediate hostility towards Bucky, but with his support, no one made any kind of outward accusation against the man. Whispers traveled amongst the wolves, particularly those not from The Pack. It would only be a matter of time before another Alpha challenged Sam about Bucky. The wolves who lost their packs were grieving and grief often hid in anger and hostility. 
Bucky did his best to stay out of others' ways knowing how Sam was barely hanging onto control amongst the chaos, but it was really just a matter of time before he was challenged. Guilt and deep sadness was making the White Wolf sink far away from Bucky’s consciousness, making him feel alone and a bit lost in how to respond to those around him. No one outwardly said it to him, but it wasn't hard to tell how many of these wolves hated him now. And he didn't blame them. 
So he stayed with Steve where it was the safest for him right now. 
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The Alpha went through a barrage of anger as soon as they refused to bring him to You. Removing the collar was proving to be more difficult than they anticipated and Steve wanted to see you right now to make sure you were okay.
Steve kept picturing the way his hands circled your neck and squeezed, how it felt to feel you struggle against him but he was too powerful for you to get away, how the look on your face accepted that this was it, and even though there was real genuine fear in your eyes there was also a pang of sadness.
It ate at him, made his hands shake and clench, he hated his strength now. All his life he appreciated being a strong alpha after having grown up a runt, Now he hated that he almost ended the most important person in his life and he couldn’t stop it, had his own power used against him. Being human was almost too hard, he let the Alpha take over for a while, the Wolf just having one focus, going to you. 
“I don't know Sam, maybe I should just take him.” Bucky shrugged outside of Steve’s room in the hallway, running a hand through his hair. In the room, they could hear Steve had shifted, the Wolf pacing the room in agitation. “Eventually he is going to just go himself without us. If I’m there and he is triggered, I can contain him.” 
Sam rubbed at the lower part of his face thinking about what Bucky was suggesting. He didn’t like it, unsure of what was going to happen. The likelihood anything would happen was slim, Brock was dead and no one had turned up yet to indicate they were taking his place in whatever Hydra was up to. But expecting the unexpected was a safe rule to follow. He took another glance through the room's glass to see Steve pacing, the Wolf looking almost run into the ground, refusing to settle down after being separated from you. “Sara texted me and said it was bad. Y/N has a crushed windpipe. They don’t want to move her but Tony has it so she will be brought to Bruce tomorrow.” Sam’s jaw flexed in agitation, his own wolf anxious at how unstable Steve seemed. “Prepare Steve for what he will be seeing Buck and keep a close eye. As soon as you think he might be unstable, pull him out. She will probably be sleeping or drugged. The likelihood she will know he’s there is slim.” 
“She will know, but I hear you.” Bucky stated before he pushed open the door. The Alpha rumbled, shaking his heavy head to dislodge the collar but like all the other times, it was still lodged against his skin, the spikes biting into him but he didn’t care. If he thought he could rip it off, he would have. Bucky stayed near the door, cocking his head towards the exit. “What do you say Steve, wanna go see your girl?” 
It was almost automatic that the man stood before him, going for clothes to pull on. 
“You going to be there?” Steve grunted, pulling a shirt over his head.
“Till the end of the line, pal. Think you’re bound to lose your mind if you can’t at least see that she’s safe. But Steve, just…” He grabbed a hold of Steve’s arm before he could bypass him out of the room. “Listen, I know you already know, but she is going to look bad. The best way you can help is to try not to go in and fix it okay? You can’t just fix this, she needs to be able to heal.” Bucky paused, waiting to see Steve’s reaction. 
“I know, I just need to see her” Steve’s eyes were tired but determined. “You are going to be there in case anything happens with this fucking thing.” His hand went to the band of metal still around his neck. “I gotta see her Buck, it’s killing me.” Steve pulled from his hold, already halfway down the hall by the time Bucky closed the door to the room and followed after his Alpha. Bucky really hoped he made the right call. 
Steve was quiet during the ride, drawn inwards while Bucky drove. The Wolf rambled in his mind, the beast so anxious to make sure you were okay that it made Steve’s stomach twist and his chest feel tight. 
<This is really the best place for her?> 
Yes, we really injured our Little One, she needs to recover. 
<We should see about her returning home as soon as she’s ready.> 
Not until we have this thing off, who knows what would happen if we go under again. Our mate might not be ready to see us, or even want to return home. We hurt her. Steves brows furrowed at his own thoughts. She might not feel safe with us again. 
The Alpha snarled at Steve’s words. <Don’t do that, you always assume the worst,> 
Steve felt himself sink further, the Wolf was being optimistic but Steve suspected he would know what they would find. You would have fear in your eyes and shrink away. His hands clenched at his thighs, recalling the way your neck felt. How you struggled and looked so scared. He did that, all with a simple command. How could he be that weak? 
“Steve?” Bucky reached over to shake at his shoulder and Steve snapped out of his thoughts, noticing they were parked. “Are you sure about this?” 
“Yeah, I just need to see Y/N, make sure she is okay.” He pulled away, quick to escape the confines of the car and Bucky’s questions. 
No he wasn’t sure about this, he might be hurting you even more just by being there, but he had to know. See you with his own eyes. 
Steve missed the flash of concern from Bucky when he used your name and not the nickname he gave you the day the two of you met. Constantly Steve sought out the bond connecting you two, even knowing it wouldn't be there, none of your warmth and passion filling him. 
He shattered it in seconds in his own desperate attempt to keep Brock from having access to your mind through him. 
Bucky indicated which way to go, and two massive shifters maneuvered the busy human hospital. People naturally moved out of the stalking men’s way. Steve continuously inhaled, searching you out. 
Sickness and antiseptic assaulted him, so many different people that he wasn't familiar with, where were you in all this? He growled lowly a few times when someone made the mistake of bumping into him, Bucky kept him going until Natasha poked her head out of a room, closing the door most of the way. 
“Sam texted me that you guys were coming.” She braced a hand against Steve a moment, maybe partially pausing him from going into the room, partially in solidarity. The Wolf wanted to push past but Steve slowed, letting her direct him to the window to look in. She pulled up next to him and Bucky, he stuck behind Steve, watching the Alphas back while he took in the scene in front of him.
“She's comfortable, I promise. She really just looks worse than she is, Steve.” Natasha said softly, keeping her gaze forward. 
This was all too familiar to Steve, you looked so small in the sterile white bed, your neck in a brace this time and various monitors around you. The Wolf stood alert, inspecting you as best he could, he ached, the Wolf ached to find his Little Wolf and Steve ached in knowing he did this to you.
“Has she been able to talk yet?” Steve’s gaze followed a line that fed into your mouth. 
“No, Y/N’s windpipe is just too bruised right now. They have the tube in to help her breath. They said they will be able to remove it soon.” Natasha confirmed.
“I did this.” Steve said almost to himself and Bucky clenched his jaw, hearing him plain as day and desperately trying to keep from snapping at his best friend. Natasha wasn't going to hold in such restraint though. She folded her arms over her chest, looking up at Steve. 
“I’m actually putting my money on Rumlow, Steve. She’s been asking for you” Natasha said.
That made Steve stiffen, the Wolf hopeful and pushing to go into the room. Steve was cautious moving through the door. Your sweet scent finally filled him, and he ached to reach out to pull you close. His chest tightened catching your scent, doing his best to drown himself in you. He was cautious approaching you, seeing you flinch in your bed. 
Because he was there? 
“Oh Little One…” He whispered, the Alpha lowering with a whine of his own. He stayed silent while Steve brushed his fingers against your hand, watching you curl your fingers protectively. You were smart too, who knew when he would be pulled under control again. 
How easy Brock was able to just command him to kill you and he was that close to actually doing it. Steve remembered the sensation of actually wanting to do that. It made his stomach roll now, the nausea sweeping through him at the memory of how you felt struggling underneath him. His jaw clenched and he twisted to leave the room because right now just being there was unsafe for you.  You never woke up enough to see him. 
Steve breezed past Bucky and Natasha, jaw clenched tight to keep from loosing his control. Bucky and Natasha glanced at one another before they sprinted after there Alpha. 
“Steve! Where are you going?” Bucky pulled up alongside him, long strides taking them outside of the hospital with Natasha right behind. 
“Away from Y/N, this thing on me… it’s just not safe..” Steve snarled out and Bucky made a grasp for his arm to make him stop. It caused Steve to recoil, wrenching his arm out of his best friends hold. “Don’t Buck, I know what you are going to say…” Steve raked a hand through his hair. When he swallowed, the band around his neck tightened, a cruel reminder that he wasn’t completely in control of himself.
“Do you Steve?” Bucky responded, bristling at Steve. “I saw the same fucking thing you did, I was made to-” 
Natasha darted between the two men before Bucky finish, her hands at both of there chests to keep the alphas apart. “Listen you two, this isn’t going to help Y/N right now.” She said firmly, fighting back the urge to submit to them. The air was saturated with there tension and it wouldn't take much for Steve to command her back. 
Natasha breaking into the space was enough to make them both step back and look away, trying to reign themselves in. Natasha took a deep breath and turned to Steve first. 
“Right now getting your collar off is crucial. Go to Stark’s, okay? Y/N is right behind you and you two will talk properly. After it is off Steve.” She glanced at Bucky, levelling him a look, “And Bucky is gonna drive you.” 
Bucky gave a nod in confirmation, his frustration tempered. Having recently been hit with the same realizations Steve was going through right now, he could understand some of the confusion Steve was dealing with. Hell, he still hadn’t begun to process it himself, trying to just focus on what was going on right now in the moment. 
Steve glanced from Natasha and Bucky, breathing out in a huff releasing the last of his current anger. 
“Fuck, I’m sorry Buck- I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” Bucky waved it off with a roll of his shoulders. 
“Let it go Punk, we’re all stressed out and trying to deal.” He held his hand out which Steve clasped. Natasha eased up, hugging Steve briefly. 
“I’m gonna go back to Y/N and I will ride up with her to New York. So see you tomorrow.” 
“Thanks… for everything you do. Don’t know what I would do without you Natasha.” Steve admitted before letting her go and she smiled back, winking. 
“Hey she is family to me too, nothing I wouldn’t do for any of you. Go on now… get that fucking thing off before it really drives you mental.” She gave a playful shove to his chest and twisted herself around to go back into the hospital. Bucky stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting while Steve gave the hospital one last look. 
“I hate that she is here.” Steve murmured.
“She won't be for long… Come, we got a long ass drive to New York.” The men turned and retreated. The Alpha struggled to stay with you, making Steve have to shut him out that much more. Now that there was a solid plan, Steve needed to stay present, not let the Alpha take over once more. 
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Stark Towers always seemed to loom over everything, Steve craned his neck up while Bucky shifted next to him, anxious. Steve could feel his nervous energy and assumed it was because they were in the city as well as being in another Alphas territory. Steve shifted closer, silently sharing some support as they made there way into Stark Towers where the receptionist looked up, immediately noticing the alphas. 
“Hi, I was told to expect you two today. Steve Rogers and James Barnes?” 
They both nodded at the receptionist and she waved a hand to them to follow her to the elevators, plugging in a security code it promptly opened. 
“Bruce is waiting on the 35th floor for you, go down the hallway and to the left. I’m sure Tony is up there with him as well. If not Bruce can call him.” 
Giving their thanks, Steve and Bucky stepped on the elevator. She hovered a moment, seeming to want to say something more. 
“Thank you… for what you all did. We have been managing calls all day trying to reunite alphas freed with there families.” With a small smile, she let the door close before Steve or Bucky could say anything. Riding the elevator up, Steve glanced at Bucky who seemed to withdraw in his thoughts. 
“What are you thinking about?” 
Bucky gave a bit of a sigh and his hand went to brush against the back of his neck, trying to relieve the tension. “They never would have to be doing that if I didnt go all destructive. How many shifters are never going to make it home?” He confessed and Steve grasped his shoulder, making him look at him. 
“That wasn’t your fault Buck, from the moment that collar was put on you, that was on Brock and Hydra.” 
“Maybe it wasn’t my fault, but the beast and I were still made to do it. You don’t just kill without consequences.” The elevator clicked open to a lab of sorts, cutting off anymore of the conversation as Bruce was already waiting at the entrance for them. 
“Uh- Yes! Hi, good to see you two again.” Bruce moved back so they could step in, taking a real interest in the collar around Steve’s neck. “Hmm, nasty piece of work there, lets see if we can’t take it off, right?” He smiled at them and had Steve sit on a stool while Bucky hovered near the door, instinctively watching the hallway while Bruce grabbed at a set of glasses perched among the mass of his curly hair, perching them on his face to get a better look at the vibranium around Steve’s neck. 
Just let him do his thing. 
<If he can get it off then you will not have any fuss from me.> The Alpha stated. <Means we can go back to our mate sooner.> 
“Im going to be careful but I might tug a bit on these barbs, I’m sorry.” 
“It’s fine, can you get it off?” Steve didn’t care about the pain of it, he just wanted the thing off him. 
“Yes, I’m pretty sure we can get it off. Tony is just getting some stuff and we will start right away. I would like to know what they did to this vibranium though. It is emitting weird energy” His fingers tapped against the metal. He muttered softly to himself while he stepped away, wrinkling his brow with concern.  
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You felt the Little Wolf nudging in your consciousness, the little bit you had. The foggy feeling of drugs still had you feeling out of it right now. You didn't open your eyes yet, not ready to see the situation you were currently in. You still felt the loss of your bond as you sought out Steve. Is Steve here? You questioned your Little Wolf and she whined. 
<No, I don’t sense him. But Natasha has been here…> She paced, tilting her head. <We moved also, when you were out they flew us somewhere. We won’t know till you open your eyes.>
You outwardly groaned at this, you really didn’t want to. There was something blissful about being unconscious. 
<Open them, you can’t pretend any longer> The Little Wolf snapped at you and you relented, blinking at the dim lights and staring at a sterile wall of white. You shifted, cautious because you were so sore, but you could still move around if you wanted to. Blankets were draped over you, heavily to keep you warm but it was almost stifling. Pushing them off, you took a moment to glance around. It looked like a hospital room. A fancy one with all the monitors possible to keep tabs on you, but still a hospital room of some kind. 
“Hel-” Your voice croaked painfully and your hand shot up to your neck, breathing in raggedly. Your neck was still messed up, so you weren't out for too long. Oxygen kept blowing in your nose to help you breathe and you tugged the line off over your head. You were wheezing when you breathed, but you felt like you were being suffocated with the oxygen line stuck in your nose. 
The door eased open to Natasha coming through, a smile breaking out on her face. “About time you came back to us. I know they put you on some good drugs but I’ve never seen anyone sleep so long.” She settled on the bed next to you, looking you over. “You look better too. But you better put the oxygen back on?” 
You shook your head, your brows furrowing. There was only one thing you wanted and that was to see Steve. You open your mouth about to talk when Natasha interrupted you. 
“I haven’t gone to find him or Bucky yet. Yesterday when I messaged Buck, he said that they were struggling with getting that collar off.” 
<We must be at Stark towers.> 
Sam wouldn’t let me stay at the human hospital for long. You exhaled painfully and Natasha flashed you a sympathetic look. 
“How about I go see if I can’t find them?” She offered and you gave a nod and smile in thanks. You moved to get up, like you were going to go with her when she pushed you back onto the bed. “And you can stay here till I get back. I don’t need to find them and then loose you wandering around this place.” 
You relented, knowing that Natasha would find them a lot faster than you would. You settled back into the bed, leaning back with closed eyes, trusting Steve would be joining you soon. The Little Wolf settled down as well, quiet for a moment while she just listened to your surroundings before she spoke up. <Are you ready to see Steve?>
Why wouldn’t I be? Your tone was irritated, hiding some of your own fears that you were ignoring. 
<We lost the bond, there isn't the connection anymore. Not to mention he attacked us. I know it wasn’t him. That Steve would never hurt us, he loves us. But it was a lot. It feels empty without the Alpha.> The Little Wolf whined in defeat as she curled up on herself. <I know he is going to blame himself for all of it.>
Steve is our mate, he can be dangerous if under control, I'm not denying it. But we could be in a similar situation one day. I'm not going to live scared of him, not when we always live in a world of unknowns. When he caught our scent, he eased back. I think that was enough of a sign to know he would never willingly harm us. A slight shiver of unease rolled through you while thinking about what had happened. Pulling away from him now will just break him that much more. 
<You are ready for his guilt?> She asked next, curiously. 
I’m ready to help him work through it, it was his trauma as well as mine. You said firmly, unwilling to push your Alpha away. He was still your safety in this dangerous world and you wanted to be his comfort when he needed it.
Your Little Wolf visibly relaxed after that, content with your answers.
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It was a long night and removing the collar had proved to be trickier then any of them had anticipated. Tony and Bruce converesed several times while Bucky stayed with a very stressed out Steve. 
“Okay Cap, we were talking to T’Challa about how to use the vibranium to cut vibranium. It’s uh… got some kind of… well I don’t know what it is built into it but it’s putting off ridiculous amounts of energy” Tony explained.
“It is quite fascinating actually,” Bruce said excitedly, fingers tapping at a tablet. “Something in that collar is emitting a powerful energy, if-” He stuttered out a correction when Bucky growled a warning at his words. “-When! When we get it safely off you Steve, I will need to contain it.” 
“Brucy wants to study it, huh?” Tony smirked from where he worked on sharpening pieces of vibranium to fit on pliers. “This is gonna pack a bit of a punch from what Shuri tells me… so uh Cap, be ready.” 
This wasn’t helping Steve stay calm. The Alpha was aggravated, growling and snapping being under such stress and having the others, even Bucky, in his space. He desperately missed his mate, it didn’t escape him how much she was his rock. 
“I'm ready, more than ready. Get it off.” Steve snapped a bit, settling on the stool so the two men could work on the collar. He tilted his head as Tony worked a small gap between the side of his neck and the collar, Bruce made the first attempt to slide the tool around, trying to get the sharp edge to slice through, but he couldn’t get it to work through. 
“Shit,” Tony growled as he tried to, straining against the collar but nothing. Bucky pushed off the wall, approaching the trio. He could see Steve was at the end of what he could tolerate, Steve’s hands fisted in his lap and jaw clenched while streaks of blood ran down the front of his shirt from where the barbs were digging in. 
Tony let go of the handle when Steve growled out in frustration, Tony’s hands falling to his hips as he looked at the whole situation. “Maybe it won’t go through like T’Challa thought.” 
Bucky approached Steve, his left arm flexing, the steel plates clinking together with the movement. 
“Stay still Alpha.” His hand wrapped around the crudely made tools handle. Bucky felt Steve struggling with himself, being vulnerable once more was messing with the Alpha’s fight or flight instinct. The metal on metal started to creak and groan under the pressure of Bucky pressing on it, the barbs that were digging into Steve’s skin started to twist as the metal warped and with a final harsh squeeze, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining, there was a loud crack and Bucky felt himself get thrown back and slammed into a wall, Steve slumping over onto the floor from the shock. Tony and Bruce stared for half a second wide eyed before rushing to Steve. 
Steve never felt that before, it felt like his whole body was hit with some unseen force and stunned him, even the Alpha was in shock as they both started to come too, blinking to see Tony tapping on the side of his face while Bruce wrapped a bandage around his neck to stall the bleeding pulling out the collars barbs did to him.
“Hey, come on Cap, talk to me. I know you’ve been hit worse than this before. Fury told me all about that time a shell practically exploded in your lap” Tony teased, playfully.
Steve pushed at Tony to get him to stop, using his hands to push himself to a sit while rubbing at his temples. 
“The shell was a dud so I was never in any danger. What the hell was that?” He was groggy as he looked to see where Bucky was thrown too, seeing that he too was pushing himself up and trying to make sense of what happened to them. 
Bruce picked up the now useless collar, turning it in his hands. 
“My best guess? Some kind of energy field, maybe whatever was messing you up and putting you under the compulsion. But how I have no clue, it’s like… some kind of magic? But thats not right, magic isn’t real.”
 “Bullshit it isn’t real.” Bucky snarled as he rolled his shoulders and pushed himself to a stand. “Haven’t you all see what Wanda can do? Manipulation, mind control. I know, I’ve seen Brock make her use it several times.” 
Bruce glanced at Tony and Tony shrugged. “Listen, science doesn’t always have the answer. You with a Beta Human and Alpha Wolf defy what would be considered scientifically possible.” 
Bruce then said serious as could be. “Then thats what I would best describe it as, magic. As for what kind, I’m not the one that can answer that for you.” 
At this moment Steve didn’t need the answer. Even though he should question it more, he was too tired. Bucky tilted Steve’s head slightly, baring his teeth at the way the wounds were weeping slowly. “Medic needs to treat these now. They are festering, maybe infected.” 
“I’m fine.” Steve pushed up to a stand, his head swimming and making the Alpha snap at him as well as Bucky sigh behind him at his stubbornness. “Y/N, where is she?” 
Tony pried himself away from the collar. “Your mate showed up last night and is one floor up, which happens to be a decent set of medics up there who can.” He waved a hand at his neck, wincing. “Clean all that up for you Cap.” 
“Good, right where she needs to be.” Steve clenched his jaw, withdrawing into himself while Bruce worked on putting a bandage around his neck. 
You were here because it became too dangerous to be around you with that collar and although Brock was gone, wherever that collar came from and whatever magic happened to be used on it, that was still out there. 
Meaning, that it could happen again. To him, to Bucky, to any alpha. That thought didn’t sit well with him, it made the Wolf uneasy, and aggravated, wanting to go on the hunt to take out this threat. He glanced at Bucky, his mind set now on what they had to do.
“We got to hunt down the head of the snake.” 
Tony and Bruce glanced at each other with worry, but Bucky’s face hardened at his alpha.
“We both just got out of there, you are bleeding all over the place right now” Bucky’s hand waved towards Steve’s neck. 
“It is the only way this is going to end.” Steve pushed up to a stand. “I will go get treated, then we go.” He strode out of the exam room, Bucky following quick on his heels out to the hallway. 
“And what about Y/N?” Bucky paused him, making Steve stop in his tracks. 
“It’s not safe-” 
“Don't you fucking do that Rogers.” Bucky snapped, glaring at him. “You get this whole ‘I have to save the world’ shit in your head, you did it back when we were working the Howling Commandos. Just because you are Alpha doesn’t mean you get to take the decisions away from Y/N.” Bucky clenched his hands, resisting the urge to punch his best friend for how he was so willing to walk away from you in his twisted attempt to keep you safe- from him. 
“I already broke our bond Buck, I crushed her windpipe and I would have killed her if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” Steve hissed back. “Whose to say it can’t and won’t happen again.” He glanced at his hands, clenching them harshly. “All that was so easy for Brock to command me to do.” 
“I get it Steve.” Bucky said. “Trust me, the things Brock made me do.” He sighed almost in defeat. “The White Wolf tries to shield some of it from me, but it doesn’t change what I did, all those Alpha’s I took away from their packs and their mates? Brock had me destroy them in front of their families. Happy, Cassandra… It’s all with me.” 
“That wasn’t you,” Steve insisted.
“I never would have done that if I was in control. You think your mate is going to hold that against you, what you couldn't control?” Bucky asked.
“It scares me how close I came.” Steve admitted. Bucky felt some of his words must have sank in, cause Steve looked a bit lost in what to do. 
“Come on, lets go get you fixed up before you bleed through that bandage job Bruce did.” Bucky directed Steve towards the elevator when Natasha popped around the corner, relief crossing her face seeing the two Alpha’s coming her way. 
“Y/N is awake and asking for you.” She paused when she saw Steve trying to keep the bandages in place, her eyes widening. “Christ, Alpha, You look like hell.” 
“Well I feel like it.” He growled, not in anger just frustrated. Natasha got the elevator door opened and everyone headed up a floor. 
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I wonder if I should go look for him. You wondered when Natasha had been gone for a while. The Little Wolf grew impatient as well, a flick of her tail and shake of her heavy fur trying to ease her tension. She huffed out with a growl. 
<No, this place is a maze and we have only been through a part of it in our visits. We don’t want to get lost.> A soft knock caused both of you to go silent, glancing at the glass on the door. You could see Steve just on the other side. You pushed up from the bed to a stand, pulling off the oxygen you had placed back on for Natasha’s sake. 
Steve stepped in and although it stung your throat, you inhaled deeply, drawing him in. Your eyes slipped closed at the sensation it caused, savoring the way your body warmed, feeling safe now that your mate was nearby in the unfamiliar place. Your body still reacted just as it always did to him, the soothing urge to go to him and curl around him. 
“Little One.” His tone was deep with sadness, his blue eyes looking you up and down, lingering on the dark bruises on your throat. 
You didn't miss the bandages around his neck and you stepped closer, to reach him but he put his hand up to stop you. 
You felt your Little Wolf shrink at his rejection. “I'm sorry, but right now it's simply too dangerous” Steve insisted.
“Dangerous?” You croaked, your throat on fire but you ignored the pain. “We are in Stark towers, this is the safest place to be.” 
Steve kept the space between you two, seeming to be in an inner war with himself. Being stuck on the outside, not knowing what your mate was feeling, you ached for that connection once again. “We still don’t know where Brock got that equipment that was used on us. It would be easy to use it on us once again.” 
“Yeah, so?” Your voice was still harsh to use but you pushed to continue, ignoring Steve’s alarmed look at the strain. “Then we will start looking for the culprit.” 
“We are Little One, Bucky and I.” Steve said softly, letting it sink in. Your features changed, eyes growing defiant at your Alpha. 
“You want to leave me behind” you snarled.
“It’s safer.” Steve said, his eyes dropping once more to your neck, his finger prints still imprinted in a crude purple blotchy pattern around your throat.
“Bullshit Steve.” You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at your mate. “You and Bucky are Alpha’s and although strong, can be forced to submit if you two run across someone stronger. I'm an omega.” You pointed at your chest. “Little Wolf and I make our own choices, when I submit to you it’s because we are choosing too. Try again.” 
Steve could feel his temper rising, the Alpha warning him not to push you too far right now, but the beast craved to take you home, hole you up inside your nest in the bedroom and keep you there, safe, even away from them. “What happens in that scenario Little One?” He pressed closer, looming over you in a very aggressive alpha way. 
You refused to back down to him. Steves hand pressed to your face, grasping your chin in a way he had never done before, keeping you still in his hold. “You couldn’t escape from me before when I told you to run. What are you going to do if we are made to hunt you down?” 
You forced yourself to stay still, glaring up at Steve as he matched your look. “I will survive, I always have before.” Your Little Wolf whined harshly, her ears pinned down as she tried to make herself smaller, but you refused to give him what he wanted. Not this time.
“Not good enough Little One.” He softened just a bit, letting you go. “You will either stay here or go home to Sam and Sara.” 
<He is leaving us behind.> The Little Wolf shrunk on herself, trying to make herself small in her pain.
No, he wouldn't. Steve knows we are stronger together.
The Little Wolf pinned her ears back, whining. <He thinks he hurt us, that he is too dangerous for us.>
It wasn't him...
“Steve…” You took a deep ragged breath, trying to quiet your screaming mind and the Little Wolf started to whine in her own distress, a cross between relief seeing him alive and being furious at him for trying to keep you safe once again, from him of all people. “I’m asking you, as your mate to not do this, don’t shut me out from you. Sending me away from you won’t keep me any safer than before.” 
“Ever since you have been with me, you have been hurt Y/N. When have I ever actually been able to keep you safe? I already freed you from me Little One.” He paused at the door, his hand on the door handle, and pushed through, never once looking back at you. You felt yourself break somewhere deep inside, watching his retreating form leave you behind.
The End
Sam proved himself efficient in all the ways that counted. He immediately got everything in Brock’s compound organized and running for the pack to be able to use while they worked on dismantling it, collecting any data they could on Hydra’s operations. Unfortunately there wasn’t much, it appeared to simply be a holding facility, Sam suspected a storage place to keep alphas until they could be transported. The rooms of cages left them all unsettled, picking up scents of fear and panic in them.  
Tony flew out a medic team to help out the wolves in need of treatment as well as monitor those still recovering from the compulsion. Those that were stable enough started the expansive search of finding their remaining family members. 
Sam sensed the immediate hostility towards Bucky, but with his support no one made any kind of outward accusation against the man. Whispers traveled amongst the wolves, particularly those not from The Pack. It would only be a matter of time before another Alpha challenged Sam about Bucky. The wolves who lost there packs were grieving and grief often hid itself in anger and hostility. 
Bucky did his best to stay out of others ways knowing how Sam was hanging onto the control amongst the chaos. Guilt and deep sadness was making the White Wolf sink far away from Bucky’s consciousness, making him feel a bit lost in how to respond to those around him. No one outwardly said it to him, but it wasn't hard to tell how many of these wolves hated him now. And he didn't blame them. 
So he stayed with Steve where it was the safest for him right now. 
The Alpha went through a barrage of anger as soon as they refused to bring him to You. Removing the collar was proving to be more difficult then they anticipated and Steve wanted to see you right now, make sure you were okay. Steve kept picturing the way his hands circled your neck and squeezed, how it felt to feel you struggle against him but he was too powerful for you to get away, how the look on your face accepted that this was it, and even though there was a real genuine fear in your eyes there was also a sadness. It ate at him, made his hands shake, clench, he hated his strength now. All his life he appreciated being a strong alpha after having grown up a runt, Now he hated that he almost ended the most important person in his life and he couldn’t stop it, had his own power used against him. Being human was almost too hard, he let the Alpha take over for a while, the Wolf just having one focus, going to you.   
“I don't know Sam, maybe I should just take him.” Bucky shrugged outside of Steve’s room in the hallway, running a hand through his hair. In the room, they could hear Steve had shifted, the Wolf pacing the room in agitation. “Eventually he is going to just go himself without us. If I’m there and he is triggered, I can contain him.” 
Sam rubbed at the lower part of his face thinking about what Bucky was suggesting. He didn’t like it, unsure of what was going to happen. The likelihood anything would happen was slim, Brock was dead and no one had turned up yet to indicate they were taking his place in whatever Hydra was up to. But expecting the unexpected was a safe rule to follow. He took another glance through the room's glass to see Steve pacing, the Wolf looking almost run into the ground, refusing to settle down after being separated from you. “Sara texted me and said it was bad. Y/N has a crushed windpipe. They don’t want to move her but Tony has it so she will be brought to Bruce tomorrow.” Sam’s jaw flexed in agitation, his own wolf anxious at how unstable Steve seemed. “Prepare Steve for what he will be seeing Buck and keep a close eye. As soon as you think he might be unstable, pull him out. She will probably be sleeping or drugged. The likelihood she will know he’s there is slim.” 
“She will know, but I hear you.” Bucky stated before he pushed open the door. The Alpha rumbled, shaking his heavy head to dislodge the collar but like all the other times, it was still lodged against his skin, the spikes biting into him but he didn’t care. If he thought he could rip it off, he would have. Bucky stayed near the door, cocking his head towards the exit. “What do you say Steve, wanna go see your girl?” 
It was almost automatic the man stood before him, going for clothes to pull on. 
“You going to be there?” Steve grunted, pulling a shirt over his head.
“Till the end of the line, pal. Think you’re bound to lose your mind if you can’t at least see that she’s safe. But Steve, just…” He grabbed a hold of Steve’s arm before he could bypass him out of the room. 
“Listen, I know you already know, but she is going to look bad. The best way you can help is try not try to go in and fix it okay? You can’t just fix this, she needs to be able to heal.” Bucky paused, waiting to see Steve’s reaction. 
“I know, I just need to see her” Steve’s eyes were tired but determined. “You are going to be there in case anything happens with this fucking thing.” His hand went to the band of metal still around his neck. 
“I gotta see her Buck, it’s killing me.” Steve pulled from his hold, already halfway down the hall by the time Bucky closed the door to the room and followed after his Alpha. Bucky really hoped he made the right call. 
Steve was quiet during the ride, drawn inwards while Bucky drove. The Wolf rambled in his mind, the beast so anxious to make sure you were okay that it made Steve’s stomach twist and his chest feel tight. 
<This is really the best place for her?> 
Yes, we really injured our Little One, she needs to recover. 
<We should see about her returning home as soon as she’s ready.> 
Not until we have this thing off, who knows what would happen if we go under again. Our mate might not be ready to see us, or even want to return home. We hurt her. Steves brows furrowed at his own thoughts. She might not feel safe with us again. 
The Alpha snarled at Steve’s words. <Don’t do that, you always assume the worst,> 
Steve felt himself sink further, the Wolf was being optimistic but Steve suspected he would know what they would find. You would have fear in your eyes and shrink away. His hands clenched at his thighs, recalling the way your neck felt. How you struggled and looked so scared. He did that, all with a simple command. How could he be that weak? 
“Steve?” Bucky reached over to shake at his shoulder and Steve snapped out of his thoughts, noticing they were parked. “Are you sure about this?” 
“Yeah, I just need to see Y/N, make sure she is okay.” He pulled away, quick to escape the confines of the car and Bucky’s questions. 
No he wasn’t sure about this, he might be hurting you even more just by being there, but he had to know. See you with his own eyes. 
Steve missed the flash of concern from Bucky when he used your name and not the nickname he gave you the day the two of you met. Constantly Steve sought out the bond connecting you two, even knowing it wouldn't be there, none of your warmth and passion filling him. 
He shattered it in seconds. 
Bucky indicated which way to go, two massive shifters maneuvered the humans busy hospital. People naturally moved out of the stalking men’s way. Steve continuously inhaled, searching you out. 
Sickness and antiseptic assaulted him, so many different people that he wasn't familiar with, where were you in all this? He growled lowly a few times when someone made the mistake of bumping into him, Bucky kept him going until Natasha poked her head out of a room, closing the door most of the way. 
“Sam texted me that you guys were coming.” She braced a hand against Steve a moment, maybe partially pausing him from going into the room, partially in solidarity. The Wolf wanted to push past but Steve slowed, letting her direct him to the window to look in. She pulled up next to him and Bucky, he stuck behind Steve, watching the Alphas back while he took in the scene in front of him.
“She's comfortable, I promise. She really just looks worse then she is, Steve.” Natasha said softly, keeping her gaze forward. 
This was all too familiar to Steve, you looked so small in the sterile white bed, your neck in a brace this time and various monitors around you. The Wolf stood alert, inspecting you as best he could, he ached, the Wolf ached to find his Little Wolf and Steve ached in knowing he did this to you.
“Has she been able to talk yet?” Steve’s gaze followed a line that fed into your mouth. 
“No, Y/N’s windpipe is just too bruised right now. They have the tube in to help her breath. They said they will be able to remove it soon.” Natasha confirmed.
“I did this.” Steve said almost to himself and Bucky clenched his jaw, hearing him plain as day and desperately trying to keep from snapping at his best friend. Natasha wasn't going to hold in such restraint though. She folded her arms over her chest, looking up at Steve. 
“I’m actually putting my money on Rumlow, Steve. She’s been asking for you” Natasha said.
That made Steve stiffen, the Wolf hopeful and pushing to go into the room. Steve was cautious moving through the door. Your sweet scent finally filled him, how he ached to reach out and pull you close. His chest tightened catching your scent, doing his best to drown himself in you. He was cautious approaching you, seeing you flinch in your bed. 
Because he was there? 
“Oh Little One…” He whispered, the Alpha lowering with a whine of his own. He stayed silent while Steve brushed his fingers against your hand, watching you curl your fingers protectively. You were smart too, who knew when he would be pulled under control again. 
How easy Brock was able to just command him to kill you and he was that close to actually doing it. Steve remembered the sensation of actually wanting to do that. It made his stomach roll now, the nausea sweeping through him at the memory of how you felt struggling underneath him. His jaw clenched and he twisted to leave the room because right now just being there was unsafe for you.  You never woke up enough to see him. 
Steve breezed past Bucky and Natasha, jaw clenched tight to keep from loosing his control. Bucky and Natasha glanced at one another before they sprinted after there Alpha. 
“Steve! Where are you going?” Bucky pulled up alongside him, long strides taking them outside of the hospital with Natasha right behind. 
“Away from Y/N, this thing on me… it’s just not safe..” Steve snarled out and Bucky made a grasp for his arm to make him stop. It caused Steve to recoil, wrenching his arm out of his best friends hold. “Don’t Buck, I know what you are going to say…” Steve raked a hand through his hair. When he swallowed, the band around his neck tightened, a cruel reminder that he wasn’t completely in control of himself.
“Do you Steve?” Bucky responded, bristling at Steve. “I saw the same fucking thing you did, I was made to-” 
Natasha darted between the two men before Bucky finish, her hands at both of there chests to keep the alphas apart. “Listen you two, this isn’t going to help Y/N right now.” She said firmly, fighting back the urge to submit to them. The air was saturated with there tension and it wouldn't take much for Steve to command her back. 
Natasha breaking into the space was enough to make them both step back and look away, trying to reign themselves in. Natasha took a deep breath and turned to Steve first. 
“Right now getting your collar off is crucial. Go to Stark’s, okay? Y/N is right behind you and you two will talk properly. After it is off Steve.” She glanced at Bucky, levelling him a look, “And Bucky is gonna drive you.” 
Bucky gave a nod in confirmation, his frustration tempered. Having recently been hit with the same realizations Steve was going through right now, he could understand some of the confusion Steve was dealing with. Hell, he still hadn’t begun to process it himself, trying to just focus on what was going on right now in the moment. 
Steve glanced from Natasha and Bucky, breathing out in a huff releasing the last of his current anger. 
“Fuck, I’m sorry Buck- I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” Bucky waved it off with a roll of his shoulders. 
“Let it go Punk, we’re all stressed out and trying to deal.” He held his hand out which Steve clasped. Natasha eased up, hugging Steve briefly. 
“I’m gonna go back to Y/N and I will ride up with her to New York. So see you tomorrow.” 
“Thanks… for everything you do. Don’t know what I would do without you Natasha.” Steve admitted before letting her go and she smiled back, winking. 
“Hey she is family to me too, nothing I wouldn’t do for any of you. Go on now… get that fucking thing off before it really drives you mental.” She gave a playful shove to his chest and twisted herself around to go back into the hospital. Bucky stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting while Steve gave the hospital one last look. 
“I hate that she is here.” Steve murmured.
“She wont be for long… Come, we got a long ass drive to New York.” The men turned and retreated. The Alpha struggled to stay with you, making Steve have to shut him out that much more. Now that there was a solid plan, Steve needed to stay present, not let the Alpha take over once more. 
Stark Towers always seemed to loom over everything, Steve craned his neck up while Bucky shifted next to him, anxious. Steve could feel his nervous energy and assumed it was because they were in the city as well as being in another Alphas territory. Steve shifted closer, silently sharing some support as they made there way into Stark Towers where the receptionist looked up, immediately noticing the alphas. 
“Hi, I was told to expect you two today. Steve Rogers and James Barnes?” 
They both nodded at the receptionist and she waved a hand to them to follow her to the elevators, plugging in a security code it promptly opened. 
“Bruce is waiting on the 35th floor for you, go down the hallway and to the left. I’m sure Tony is up there with him as well. If not Bruce can call him.” 
Giving their thanks, Steve and Bucky stepped on the elevator. She hovered a moment, seeming to want to say something more. 
“Thank you… for what you all did. We have been manning calls all day trying to reunite alphas freed with there families.” With a small smile, she let the door close before Steve or Bucky could say anything. Riding the elevator up, Steve glanced at Bucky who seemed to withdraw in his thoughts. 
“What are you thinking about?” 
Bucky gave a bit of a sigh and his hand went to brush against the back of his neck, trying to relieve the tension. “They never would have to be doing that if I didnt go all destructive. How many shifters are never going to make it home?” He confessed and Steve grasped his shoulder, making him look at him. 
“That wasn’t your fault Bucky, from the moment that collar was put on you, that was on Brock and Hydra.” 
“Maybe it wasn’t my fault, but the beast and I were still made to do it. You don’t just kill without consequences.” The elevator clicked open to a lab of sorts, cutting off anymore of the conversation as Bruce was already waiting at the entrance for them. 
“Uh- Yes! Hi, good to see you two again.” Bruce moved back so they could step in, taking a real interest in the collar around Steve’s neck. “Hmm, nasty piece of work there, lets see if we can’t take it off, right?” He smiled at them and had Steve sit on a stool while Bucky hovered near the door, instinctively watching the hallway while Bruce grabbed at a set of glasses perched among the mass of his curly hair, perching them on his face to get a better look at the vibranium around Steve’s neck. 
Just let him do his thing. 
<If he can get it off then you will not have any fuss from me.> The Alpha stated. <Means we can go back to our mate sooner.> 
“Im going to be careful but I might tug a bit on these barbs, I’m sorry.” 
“It’s fine, can you get it off?” Steve didn’t care about the pain of it, he just wanted the thing off him. 
“Yes, I’m pretty sure we can get it off. Tony is just getting some stuff and we will start right away. I would like to know what they did to this vibranium though. It is emitting a weird energy” His fingers tapped against the metal. He muttered softly to himself while he stepped away, wrinkling his brow with concern.  
You felt the Little Wolf nudging in your consciousness, the little bit you had. The foggy feeling of drugs still had you feeling out of it right now. You didnt open your eyes yet, not ready to see the situation you were currently in. You still felt the loss of your bond as you sought out Steve. Is Steve here? You questioned your Little Wolf and she whined. 
<No, I don’t sense him. But Natasha has been here…> She paced, tilting her head. <We moved also, when you were out they flew us somewhere. We won’t know till you open your eyes.>
You outwardly groaned at this, you really didn’t want to. There was something blissful about being unconcious. 
<Open them, you can’t pretend any longer> The Little Wolf snapped at you and you relented, blinking at the dim lights and staring at a sterile wall of white. You shifted, cautious because you were so sore, but you werent contained into one spot. Blankets were drapped over you, heavily to keep you warm but it was almost stifling. Pushing them off, you took a moment to glance around. It looked like a hospital room. A fancy one with all the monitors possible to keep tabs on you, but still a hospital room of some kind. 
“Hel-” Your voice croaked painfully and your hand shot up to your neck, breathing in raggedly. Your neck was still messed up, so you weren't out for too long. Oxygen kept blowing in your nose to help you breath and you tugged the line off over your head. You were wheezing when you breathed, but you felt like you were being suffocated with the oxygen line stuck in your nose. 
The door eased open to Natasha coming through, a smile breaking out on her face. “About time you came back to us. I know they put you on some good drugs but I’ve never seen anyone sleep so long.” She settled on the bed next to you, looking you over. “You look better too. But you better put the oxygen back on?” 
You shook your head, your brows furrowing. There was only one thing you wanted and that was to see Steve. You open your mouth about to talk when Natasha interrupted you. 
“I haven’t gone to find him or Bucky yet. Yesterday when I messaged Buck, he said that they were struggling with getting that collar off.” 
<We must be at Stark towers.> 
Sam wouldn’t let me stay at the human hospital for long. You exhaled painfully and Natasha flashed you a sympathetic look. 
“How about I go see if I can’t find them?” She offered and you gave a nod and smile in thanks. You moved to get up, like you were going to go with her when she pushed you back onto the bed. “And you can stay here till I get back. I don’t need to find them and then loose you wandering around this place.” 
You relented, knowing that Natasha would find them alot faster then you would. You settled back into the bed, leaning back with closed eyes, trusting Steve would be joining you soon. The Little Wolf settled down as well, quiet for a moment while she just listened to there your surroundings before she spoke up. <Are you ready to see Steve?>
Why wouldn’t we be? Your tone was irritated, hiding some of your own fears that you were ignoring. 
<We lost the bond, there isnt the connection anymore. Not to mention he attacked us. I know it wasn’t him. That Steve would never hurt us, he loves us. But it was alot. It feels empty without the Alpha.> The Little Wolf whined in defeat as she curled up on herself. <I know he is going to blame himself for all of it.>
Steve is our mate, he can be dangerous if under control, Im not denying it. But we could be in a similar situation one day. Im not going to live scared of him, not when we always live in a world of unknowns. When he caught our scent, he eased back. I think that was enough of a sign to know he would never willingly harm us. A slight shiver of unease rolled through you while thinking about what had happened. Pulling away from him now will just break him that much more. 
<You are ready for his guilt?> She asked next, curiously. 
I’m ready to help him work through it, it was his trauma as well as mine. You said firmly, unwilling to push your Alpha away. He was still your safety in this dangerous world and you wanted to be his comfort when he needed it.
Your Little Wolf visibly relaxed after that, content with your answers. 
It was a long night and removing the collar had proved to be trickier then any of them had anticipated. Tony and Bruce converesed several times while Bucky stayed with a very stressed out Steve. 
“Okay Cap, we were talking to T’Challa about how to use the vibranium to cut vibranium. It’s uh… got some kind of… well I don’t know what it is built into it but it’s putting off ridiculous amounts of energy” Tony explained.
“It is quite fascinating actually.” Bruce said excitedly, fingers tapping at a tablet. “Something in that collar is emitting a powerful energy, if-” He stuttered out a correction when Bucky growled a warning at his words. “-When! When we get it safely off you Steve, I will need to contain it.” 
“Brucy wants to study it, huh?” Tony smirked from where he worked on sharpening pieces of vibranium to fit on pliers. “This is gonna pack a bit of a punch from what Shuri tells me… so uh Cap, be ready.” 
This wasn’t helping Steve stay calm. The Alpha was aggravated, growling and snapping being under such stress and having the others, even Bucky, be in his space. He desperately missed his mate, it didn’t escape bypass him how much she was his rock. 
“Im ready, more then ready. Get it off.” Steve snapped a bit, settling in the stool so the two men could work on the collar. He tilted his head as Tony worked a small gap between the side of his neck and the collar, Bruce made the first attempt to slide the tool around, trying to get the sharp edge to slice through, but he couldn’t get it to work through. 
“Shit.” Tony growled as he tried too, straining against the collar but nothing. Bucky pushed off the wall, approaching the trio. He could see Steve was at the end of what he could tolerate, Steve’s hands fisted in his lap and jaw clenched while streaks of blood ran down the front of his shirt from where the barbs were digging in. 
Tony let go of the handle when Steve growled out in frustration, Tony’s hands falling to his hips as he looked at the whole situation. “Maybe it won’t go through like T’Challa thought.” 
Bucky approached Steve, his left arm flexing, the steel plates clinking together with the movement. 
“Stay still Alpha.” His hand wrapped around the crudely made tools handle. Bucky felt Steve struggling with himself, being vulnerable once more was messing with the Alpha’s fight or flight instinct. The metal on metal started to creak and groan under the pressure of Bucky pressing on it, the barbs that were digging into Steve’s skin started to twist as the metal warped and with a final harsh squeeze, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining, there was a loud crack and Bucky felt himself get thrown back and slammed into a wall, Steve slumping over onto the floor from the shock. Tony and Bruce stared for half a second wide eyed before rushing to Steve. 
Steve never felt that before, it felt like his whole body was hit with some unseen force and stunned him, even the Alpha was in shock as they both started to come too, blinking to see Tony tapping on the side of his face while Bruce wrapped a bandage around his neck to stall the bleeding pulling out the collars barbs did to him.
“Hey, come on Cap, talk to me. I know you’ve been hit worse then this before. Fury told me all about that time a shell practically exploded in your lap” Tony teased, playfully.
Steve pushed at Tony to get him to stop, using his hands to push himself to a sit while rubbing at his temples. 
“The shell was a dud so I was never in any danger. What the hell was that?” He was groggy as he looked to see where Bucky was thrown too, seeing that he too was pushing himself up and trying to make sense of what happened to them. 
Bruce picked up the now useless collar, turning it in his hands. 
“My best guess? Some kind of energy field, maybe whatever was messing you up and putting you under the compulsion. But how I have no clue, it’s like… some kind of magic? But thats not right, magic isn’t real.”
 “Bullshit it isn’t real.” Bucky snarled as he rolled his shoulders and pushed himself to a stand. “Haven’t you all see what Wanda can do? Manipulation, mind control. I know, I’ve seen Brock make her use it several times.” 
Bruce glanced at Tony and Tony shrugged. “Listen, science doesn’t always have the answer. You with a Beta Human and Alpha Wolf defy what would be considered scientifically possible.” 
Bruce then said serious as could be. “Then thats what I would best describe it as, magic. As for what kind, I’m not the one that can answer that for you.” 
At this moment Steve didn’t need the answer. Even though he should question it more, he was too tired. Bucky tilted Steve’s head slightly, baring his teeth at the way the wounds were weeping slowly. “Medic needs to treat these now. They are festering, maybe infected.” 
“I’m fine.” Steve pushed up to a stand, his head swimming and making the Alpha snap at him as well as Bucky sigh behind him at his stubbornness. “Y/N, where is she?” 
Tony pried himself away from the collar. “Your mate showed up last night and is one floor up, which happens to be a decent set of medics up there who can.” He waved a hand at his neck, wincing. “Clean all that up for you Cap.” 
“Good, right where she needs to be.” Steve clenched his jaw, withdrawing into himself while Bruce worked on putting a bandage around his neck. 
You were here because it became too dangerous to be around you with that collar and although Brock was gone, wherever that collar came from and whatever magic happened to be used on it, that was still out there. 
Meaning, it could happen again. To him, to Bucky, to any alpha. That thought didn’t sit well with him, it made the Wolf uneasy, aggravated, wanting to go on the hunt to take out this threat. He glanced at Bucky, his mind set now in what they had to do.
“We got to hunt down the head of the snake.” 
Tony and Bruce glanced at each other with worry, but Bucky’s face hardened at his alpha.
“We both just got out of there, you are bleeding all over the place right now” Bucky’s hand waved towards Steve’s neck. 
“It is the only way this is going to end.” Steve pushed up to a stand. “I will go get treated, then we go.” He strode out of the exam room, Bucky following quick on his heels out to the hallway. 
“And what about Y/N?” Bucky paused him, making Steve stop in his tracks. 
“It’s not safe-” 
“Dont you fucking do that Rogers.” Bucky snapped out at him, glaring at him. “You get this whole ‘I have to save the world’ shit in your head, you did it back when we were working the Howling Commando’s. Just because you are Alpha doesn’t mean you get to take the decisions away from Y/N.” Bucky clenched his hands, resisting the urge to punch his best friend for how he was so willing to walk away from you in his twisted attempt to keep you safe- from him. 
“I already broke our bond Buck, I crushed her windpipe and I would have killed her if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” Steve hissed back. “Who’s to say it can’t and won’t happen again.” He glanced at his hands, clenching them harshly. “All that was so easy for Brock to command me to do.” 
“I get it Steve.” Bucky said. “Trust me, the things Brock made me do.” He sighed almost in defeat. “The White Wolf tries to shield some of it from me, but it doesn’t change what I did do, all those Alpha’s I took away from there packs and there mates? Brock had me destroy in front of them. Happy, Cassandra… It’s all with me.” 
“That wasn’t you,” Steve insisted.
“I never would have done that if I was in control. You think your mate is going to hold that against you, what you couldnt control?” Bucky asked.
“It scares me how close I came.” Steve admitted. Bucky felt some of his words must have sank in, cause Steve looked a bit lost in what to do. 
“Come on, lets go get you fixed up before you bleed through that bandage job Bruce did.” Bucky directed Steve towards the elevator when Natasha popped around the corner, relief crossing her face seeing the two Alpha’s coming her way. 
“Y/N is awake and asking for you.” She paused when she saw Steve trying to keep the bandages in place, her eyes widening. “Christ, Alpha, You look like hell.” 
“Well I feel like it.” He growled, not in anger just frustrated. Natasha got the elevator door opened and everyone headed up a floor. 
I wonder if I should go look for him. You wondered when Natasha had been gone for a while. The Little Wolf grew impatient as well, a flick of her tail and shake of her heavy fur trying to ease her tension. She huffed out with a growl. 
<No, this place is a maze and we have only been through a part of it in our visits. We don’t want to get lost.> A soft knock caused both of you to go silent, glancing at the glass looking out. You could see Steve just on the other side. You pushed up from the bed to a stand, pulling off the oxygen you had placed back on for Natasha’s sake. 
Steve stepped in and although it stung your throat, you inhaled deeply, drawing him in. Your eyes slipped closed at the sensation it caused, savoring the way your body warmed, feeling safe now that your mate was nearby in the unfamiliar place. Your body still reacted just as it always did too him, the soothing urge to go to him and curl around him. 
“Little One.” His tone was deep with sadness, his blue eyes looking you up and down, lingering on the dark bruises on your throat. 
You didn't miss the bandages around his neck and you stepped closer, to reach him but he put his hand up to stop you. 
You felt your Little Wolf shrink at his rejection. “Im sorry, but right now its simply too dangerous” Steve insisted.
“Dangerous?” You croaked, your throat on fire but you ignored the pain. “We are in Stark towers, this is the safest place to be.” 
Steve kept the space between you two, seeming to be in a inner war with himself. Being stuck on the outside, not knowing what your mate was feeling, you ached for that connection once again. “We still don’t know where Brock got that equipment that was used on us. It would be easy to use it on us once again.” 
“Yeah, so?” Your voice was still harsh to use but you pushed to continue, ignoring Steve’s alarmed look at the strain. “Then we will start looking for the culprit.” 
“We are Little One, Bucky and I.” Steve said softly, letting it sink in. Your features changed, eyes growing defiant at your Alpha. 
“You want to leave me behind” you snarled.
“It’s safer.” Steve said, his eyes dropping once more to your neck, his finger prints still imprinted in a crude purple blotchy pattern around your throat.
“Bullshit Steve.” You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at your mate. “You and Bucky are Alpha’s and although strong, can be forced to submit if you two run across someone stronger. Im an omega.” You pointed at your chest. “Little Wolf and I make our own choices, when I submit to you it’s because we are choosing too. Try again.” 
Steve could feel his temper rising, the Alpha warning him not to push you too far right now, but the beast craved to take you home, hole you up inside your nest in the bedroom and keep you there, safe, even away from them. “What happens in that scenario Little One?” He pressed closer, looming over you in a very aggressive alpha way. 
You refused to back down to him. Steves hand pressed to your face, grasping your chin in a way he had never done before, keeping you still in his hold. “You couldn’t escape from me before when I told you to run. What are you going to do if we are made to hunt you down?” 
You forced yourself to stay still, glaring up at Steve as he matched your look. “I will survive, I always have before.” Your Little Wolf whined harshly, her ears pinned down as she treid to make herself smaller, but you refused. 
“Not good enough Little One.” He softened just a bit, letting you go. “You will either stay here or go home to Sam and Sara.” 
“Steve…” You took a deep ragged breath, trying to quiet your screaming mind, a cross between relief seeing him alive and being furious at him for trying to keep you safe once again. “I’m asking you, as your mate to not do this, don’t shut me out from you. Sending me away from you won’t keep me any safer then before.” 
“Ever since you have been with me, you have been hurt Y/N. When have I ever actually been able to keep you safe? I already freed you from me Little One.” He paused at the door, his hand on the door handle, and pushed through. You felt yourself break somewhere deep inside, watching his retreating form leave you behind.
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milk and honey
pairing: alpha!Steve x alpha!Bucky, alpha!Steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly)
word count: 7.9k
Summary: “Are you sure about this, Steve?” Bucky just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different. 
“Okay, we’ll give it a shot”
or - alpha’s Bucky and Steve decide to bring an omega into their relationship. 
Warnings: fluff out the assssss, flirting, reader is a little awkward, there are parts where it’s just Steve and Bucky, kissing, omegaverse, bucky is a tease, steve is very fond, handjobs, wet dreams, allusions to sex, 18+
a/n: this fic is dedicated to my heart and soul @buckysbarne
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“Hi! How can I help you?” A soft, honeyed voice sounds through the air, flowing up to Steve’s ears and making his skin tingle. He suddenly feels warm all over, and not because of the thick coat covering his broad shoulders to prevent the crisp autumn wind whipping outside from stinging his skin. 
Slowly, he turns around, swallowing thickly at the sight before him.
A beautiful, young Omega with eyes that sparkle in the natural sunlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hair is pulled away from her face as best as possible and there are splatters of paint on the apron wrapped around her torso, as well as specks on her fingers. And her scent, oh God, the scent wafting up to his nostrils makes him want to rumble and puff out his chest, lavender and vanilla mixed with something undeniably and uniquely sweet that makes it hard for him to not lean forward and bury his face in the Omegas neck.
“Um, sir?” The Omega asks again, brows furrowed.
“S-Sorry, I, uh…” Steve trails off, clearing his throat. “I’m looking to get back into drawing, and I saw your studio as I was walking back to my apartment and thought I’d come in to see what you have.”
The Omega nods, a bright smile stretching across her face. “Well, I can show you around if you want? Do you have any specific mediums or pencils you were thinking of?”
Steve nods, a smile of his own now etched onto his face. “Yeah, that’d – that would be great. And, um, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I used to draw with charcoal pencils, but I kind of want to branch out, you know?”
She nods again, her smile widening. “Yeah! Here,” she turns and waves her hand, indicating for Steve to follow her, “I have a bunch of different kinds of paper, and pens, we also have canvases, oh! And paints are over here.”
Steve trails behind her dumbly, nodding along to everything the pretty Omega says and listening to every word that spills out from her glossy lips – and for a moment he wonders if it’s flavored, cherry maybe, then thinks of kissing them to find out.
He doesn’t do that. Of course not. He’s only just met her, yet there’s already just something about her that makes him swoon. She makes him feel alive, like only Bucky can.
Suddenly, though, he’s slamming into her, not having realized she’d stopped in front of him until it was too late. But before she could fall back, Steve reaches for her hips to keep her upright.
The Omega squeals and grasps Steve’s biceps to steady herself. But, even after they’re both back in place, neither one of them removes their hold on the other. It’s silent for a moment, growing tense as Steve stares down at the pretty Omega he’s now holding. And the Omega, this beautiful little thing, is staring back up at him, mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to find her words. 
And after a few more tense moments, she finds them.
“S-Sir?”
“Steve,” he says quickly. “Um, my name is Steve.”
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“My name is Steve.”
Steve.
This man, Steve, is still holding on to your hips, and you can’t help but lightly squeeze his biceps, trying your hardest to not let out another squeak. He’s just so… manly. With his big, capable hands, biceps that you can feel through his coat, and his mouthwatering scent - bergamot and patchouli. There’s also an underlying smell of pure Alpha, the aura that surrounds this man would naturally pull any sane Omega in its orbit.
It takes a moment, but you’re able to snap out of your trance long enough to mumble your name. This makes Steve smile, repeating your name softly before squeezing at your hips and realizing, all at once, how little space there is between you two. Some part of your hindbrain wants to whine at the thought of leaving his space, but you pull away, nonetheless.
“Um, I-“ You try to think of something to say, something to make things a little less tense, and when you glance to your right you see a variety of canvases and remember that you’re at work.
“So, uh, were you thinking of any… pencils you might want?”
Steve clears his throat and nods, smiling at you again.
“Whatever you think is best.”
And that’s how Steve bought way more than you suspect he’ll actually use. But just as he finishes paying, you start fiddling with your fingers, swallowing thickly. You want to say something, maybe give him a reason to come back so you can bask in his presence again. And then, a lightbulb goes off in your head.
“I’m hosting an art class in a couple of weeks! And, um, if - if you want to come then I can give you a flyer.”
The smile that Steve gives you is bright, and he starts nodding his head before you even finish the sentence.
“Yeah!” Steve coughs, trying - and failing - to cover up any semblance of desperation in his tone. “That sounds fun.”
You smile at him, your heart beating ever faster. Christ, anyone would think you’d never met an Alpha before. Steve opens his mouth, ready to say something until his phone starts ringing.
His soft sigh is barely audible, grumbling about ‘bad timing.” When he pulls his phone out, he looks up at you with a remorseful smile,
“Sorry, guess I have to go now.”
You shake your head, “No, it’s fine. Here’s the flier.”
“Of course,” Steve says softly, then takes the paper and gives you a wave before turning and walking out of the store.
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The door nearly slams open, Steve cringing as he remembers not to use so much strength when nudging the door open with his elbow. But, hey, he has his arms full of art supplies so he can’t use his hands.
“Babe? What’s with all the noise – what the fuck?” Bucky asks incredulously, hands placed on his hips as he stops a few feet from the front door.
“Oh, hey. Do you mind helping me out?” Steve asks with a chuckle, walking further into the apartment and shutting the door with a push of his foot. Bucky sighs but walks towards him with an outstretched arm anyway.
“So,” Bucky says, grabbing a few of the bags and bringing them to the living room. “What’s all this?”
“Oh…” Steve trails off, placing the rest of the bags onto the couch and fiddling with the end of his shirt nervously. “Well, I went to the new art studio that’s down the block.”
“Yeah, I see that.” Bucky laughs, peeking into one of the bags and raising an eyebrow. “Did you buy out the whole store?”
Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn’t, thank you very much. I just want to start drawing again, you know that.”
“I do,” Bucky confirms with a nod. “But I feel like you’re hiding something from me considering you hate oil paints and yet there are several different kinds in here.”
Right then Steve’s heartbeat speeds up, his face warming. And he silently curses himself for being so easy to make flustered. Especially considering Bucky, his mate, can feel through their bond that Steve’s nervous.
“Well, you see-“ Steve coughs, bringing up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was talking with the owner and she… God, Buck, I think she might be… we’ve been talking about maybe courting an Omega. And I think she could be what we’re looking for. She’s so sweet, so beautiful, just so… perfect. And her scent, oh God. Other than yours, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelt.”
For a minute Bucky doesn’t say anything, his hands return to his hips as he thinks over Steve’s words carefully. After all, they have talked about courting an Omega, they’ve even talked to a few, but none had ever gone far. They just haven’t seemed to find the perfect one for them, so Bucky is naturally a little skeptical. But then he looks into Steve’s eyes, he sees how they sparkle, the way his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and the sincerity in his voice just seems to win him over.
“Are you sure about this, Stevie?” Bucky asks skeptically, but he just needs to be sure, needs to know his boyfriend is certain before they try this again. And by the way Steve nods eagerly, he knows this time might be different.
“Okay, we’ll give it a shot.”
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Three days later it’s another chilly day, the clouds hanging overhead and the light rain have sucked all the warmth out of the air. The heater in the studio is on low, yet high enough to warm the space comfortably without it being too overwhelming.
Due to the rain and cold, there weren’t many people in the studio. In fact, it’s just you. There have been only a handful of customers coming in today, so you sent your coworker, Tori, to the back so she could study.
And since everything had been organized and cleaned over an hour ago you find yourself sitting at your easel, tongue poking out of your mouth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You’ve been here for the last hour, so focused on your painting that you don’t hear the bell ring above the door.
You also don’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you, so you can’t help but let out a slight scream whenever someone taps on your shoulder. Jumping in shock, it takes everything you have to not knock into your easel.
“Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Comes a voice from behind you, deep and soothing. And you can feel your heartbeat increase further, and not because of the scare. No, this man, clearly an Alpha, has a voice that makes you nearly weak in the knees.
Turning, your eyes widen. The most handsome man stands in front of you, wearing a tight red Henley under a leather jacket. His gloved hands rest on your forearms, helping you off your stool in such a way that you don’t knock over your painting. The man’s hands are huge, able to encompass your entire forearm and then some.
It takes a moment to realize that you’re staring, mouth parted and face flushed as you step back to a respectful distance.
“N-no, it’s fine! I should have been paying attention,” You clear your throat to hide the fact that your voice wavers a bit, but the stranger’s smile lets you know that it didn’t work.
You can’t help it though. His smile, though small, is comforting and kind. His deep blue eyes twinkle with mischief, and you can’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks. His beard isn’t thick per se, but just thick enough to complete his rugged look, something that makes you melt. But you kick those thoughts out of your head to the best of your ability until you’re finally able to speak.
“How can I help you?”
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“How can I help you?”
Bucky gets it, understands what Steve was saying about the pretty Omega he thought would be perfect for them. He’s heard only a handful of words come out of your mouth, yet he feels his chest tighten, his heart clenching as he exercises a considerable amount of restraint from encasing you in his arms, pulling you into his chest.
His hands itch to touch you, to run them over your soft-looking skin. And he can’t help the less innocent thoughts that cross his mind, really feeling your body, caressing. And, to be quite honest, these… intense emotions kind of startle him, because the only person he’s ever felt this way with was Steve.
Nevertheless, he follows his instincts, something deep in him knows that Steve was right when he said you’d be perfect for them.
“I’m waiting for my…” Bucky trails off, thinking about whether he should tell you he has a mate or not, then decides against it. If you knew he wasn’t single you probably wouldn’t be open to his advances, and would probably think it’s weird for a mated Alpha to be flirting with you. After all, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common, and, to be honest, they can be a little intense together.
“My friend. And I haven’t seen this studio before.” Bucky gives you a cheeky smile, trying not to laugh as he sees you fiddling with your fingers, glancing down as though you’re avoiding his gaze.
“I’m Bucky,” He reaches his hand out, letting you slowly put yours in his before he squeezes lightly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.
You give him your name with a squeak, flushed and nervous in a good way.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you’re stumbling over your words slightly, and Bucky really can’t stop himself from smiling.
“And it’s lovely to meet you, darling.” Bucky holds his breath, cautiously waiting for your reaction toward the pet name. But it seems like he doesn’t have to worry, because the tiny squeak of delight that spills from your lips confirms to him that you’re, at the very least, open to his advances.
“S-so, um. Did you want to look around?”
Bucky smiles, shaking his head and finally releasing your hand. “The main reason I stepped in here was that I saw the poster in the window about an art class you’re hosting soon. I thought I’d come in so you can meet your new student.”
“Oh!” You smile brightly, wiping your hands along the front of your apron. “I’d love it if you could come! To be honest, I’ve only had a handful of people confirm that they will. I was kind of thinking of canceling, honestly.”
“Oh, don’t do that. There are plenty of people who’d love to come, your business is new so it’s going to take some time for your clientele to grow. Plus, I’ll be sure to tell all of my friends.” While he already hates the idea of other people - especially his unmated Alpha friends - getting personal time with you, he also hates how dejected you sounded about possibly canceling the class.
“Oh, gosh,” Your voice is soft, your eyes twinkling in the bright, natural light. “Well, that’d be very kind of you.”
Bucky chuckles, nodding. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Plus, it’ll be nice to see you again.”
Once again, a small noise from the back of your throat makes its way up and out of your mouth. And he can hear your heartbeat speed up, can see the look of embarrassment clear on your face.
And just as you’re about to reply, Bucky’s phone dings. He sighs, pulling it out and glancing down at it.
“Well, I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go now,” He smirks at you, giving you a wink so slight you’d miss it if you weren't staring directly into his eyes.
You nod, giving him a shy and awkward smile. “No, it’s fine! Besides, I’ll see you at the class, right?”
“Oh,” Bucky chuckles, placing one of his gloved hands on your forearm and squeezing tenderly, “I wouldn’t miss it.”
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“Who the fuck was that?” A voice behind you says, and when you turn you see it’s Tori looking exasperated.
“I have no idea,” Your voice is small, still unbelieving of what just happened. Your arm still tingles from where he squeezed. You then turn to look back toward the door, a tiny part of you wishing he’d come back in.
“Why do you get all the flirty Alphas? I want my turn!” Her comment makes you laugh, and you can see a hint of a smile cracking through her faux-angered expression. 
“They’re bringing their friends to the art class, maybe you’ll meet one too. Besides…” You trail off bringing your hand up to rub your arm. “Maybe he wasn’t even flirting? I mean, I haven’t lived here long, but a lot of the Alphas that come in here are really nice. Like Steve!”
You were hoping to convince not only her but yourself as well, desperately trying not to read too far into their actions. They could just be friendly, a little touchy but not overbearingly so. Whatever the case, Tori lightly smacks your arm.
“Babe, Steve was flirting with you too.” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands on your shoulders. “You may be shy, but you’re not stupid. They like you! And you need to accept that and go for it.”
“Okay, let’s say they do like me… there’s two of them and one of me. I don’t know if I’d be able to choose between them, especially since I don’t even know them. I wouldn’t want to lead one of them on.” Sighing, your eyebrows furrow, now fiddling with your fingers in anxiety.
Because, let’s be honest, you’re not one hundred percent certain that they were, in fact, flirting with you. Maybe they really are just being nice, maybe that’s how they are with a lot of people. Because Alphas like them don’t like Omegas like you; shy, awkward, introverted, too easily flustered, and so clumsy that there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of them at some point.
But it’s fine, because maybe they won’t show up to the class, maybe they’ll have to cancel and you can stay within your comfort zone. Change is scary, meeting new people and - possibly - dating them is scary, and you’ve never really been one to take risks.
Maybe that’s why part of you is hoping they’re not actually interested. However, you cannot deny the fact you’re interested in them. But, if things happen you want them to happen naturally, yet from beside you, Tori hums thoughtfully. In the seconds of silence that follows you know she’s planning on meddling. But before you can tell her to please not do that, she claps her hands together.
“Don’t worry about it! I’ll help.” With that, she turns and goes back to the back office, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.
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Bucky coughs, clearing his throat, then chuckles when Steve jumps in surprise. One of Bucky’s hands settles on his mate’s waist while looking at the bag of food in Steve’s hand.
“You get everything?”
Steve scoffs, moving Bucky’s hand off of his waist and lacing their fingers together. And as they start walking Bucky can hear his mate’s heartbeat pick up, and he smiles to himself. “Yeah, I did. Now…” Steve trails off, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. Bucky squeezes his hand in comfort.
“How did it go?”
Bucky hums, cheeks reddening as he remembers your sweet voice and beautiful smile. While he is able to steel his exterior and become this suave Alpha, he’s really just a teddy bear on the inside. He craves love, he craves touch. And while he loves Steve with everything he has, he has to admit that, even though he’s just met you, he knows you’ll be able to give him the same feelings Steve does.
“God, Stevie…” Bucky sighs, looking over at his love. “I get it. I get what you were saying about her. She’s just - just the loveliest Omega I’ve ever met. And, I swear to God, I wanted to just wrap her in my arms. She might be right for us, Stevie.”
Steve chuckles, his eyes sparkling with joy at hearing his mate confirm his instinct that you’d be perfect for them. One block later they get to their apartment, go inside, and set the food down on the table.
“So, how do you want to approach her about it?” Steve asks as he grabs the plates while Bucky gets out the food.
“Well, she said that she’s hosting an art class, we can go to that.”
“I don’t know, babe,” Steve sighs, setting the plates down and sitting in his chair. “Don’t you think that would be a little… intense? Plus, it’s not common for two Alphas to be mated to each other, what if she’s uncomfortable with it?”
Bucky nods, grabbing drinks and setting one down in front of the other man. “Well, we’ll just talk to her one at a time then. We’ll go in on different days and get her to warm up to us before then.” At Steve’s pensive sigh, Bucky crouches, placing one hand on the back of his neck.
He knows Steve really wants this to work out. He’s a true romantic, and anyone who has ever met Steve knows within the first thirty seconds of talking to him that Bucky is the love of his life. He also knows Steve sometimes needs more, and it’s become worse the more potential mates they meet. And Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give Steve everything he wants and needs.
“It’s going to be fine, Stevie.” Bucky then leans forward, placing a soft and lingering kiss on the other man’s lips. And he keeps kissing him until Steve hums against his lips.
“You promise?” Steve mumbles softly, eyes still closed.
“I promise.”
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Ever since the day you met Bucky, he’s been coming to your studio more and more. Only buying a few items at a time, some of which you’re pretty sure he’s not actually interested in, though he spends most of his time talking to you. And it’s a give-and-take with the conversation. Sometimes Bucky will ask a question and you’ll ramble for twenty minutes on the subject before realizing and promptly shutting your mouth.
Then there are times when Bucky is more so talking at you. Sometimes you just get so anxious that you get a little quiet, deathly afraid of saying anything embarrassing to the very handsome Alpha who likes to spend his time talking with you of all people.
And it’s confusing. And getting harder and harder to convince yourself that the Alpha has no intentions other than simply getting to know you. Every smile he gives you makes you weak in the knees, the way his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches just make you want to melt.
Not to mention the subtle touches every so often. Whether it’s by stepping around you down one of the aisles and placing his hand on your waist to “steady you” should you fall, or by letting his hand graze yours for longer than it should when you hand him his bags, he’s gotten steadily more forward, though none of it is unwelcome. And maybe he can tell by each of your surprised yet pleased squeaks you let out whenever he shows off how good of an Alpha he is - including but not limited to doing the heavy lifting when you have to move some products onto the sales floor, bringing you coffee after you offhandedly mentioned your favorite cafe, and telling you about how he’s fixed up his motorcycle from the ground up, wordlessly showing that he’s mechanically and physically capable.
And on the sixth visit, exactly three days before your class, Bucky comes in once more at exactly noon. He tends to come in around your lunch break, knowing that you typically just paint in the studio while slowly taking bites of whatever food you brought. You’re in the back office sorting through some paperwork when you hear the bell ding above the front door. You don’t worry about going out to greet whoever just came in since Tori was there helping out.
You hear her chipper “Hi! How are you?” and for a moment your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Because who could she possibly be talking to that warrants a little too much enthusiasm?
The voice that responds makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster, the low and raspy tone saying something about visiting a ‘friend’. And then it hits you, it’s Bucky.
Another thought hits you mere seconds later, fuck, Tori’s out there.
And just as that crosses your mind you can hear Tori ask him, “So, you’re Bucky, right?”
Before you have time to think you’re rushing out of the back office, doing your best to listen to their conversation as you speed down the hall.
Bucky chuckles, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he responds “Yeah, how’d you know?”
You can also tell Tori is smiling when she starts talking again. “Oh, I’ve heard about you once or twice. My friend is the owner of this place, the one you’ve been flirting with, you know?”
You finally turn the corner and face the pair, Tori’s back to you while Bucky looks back at you. You can’t miss the wide smirk on his lips, his pleased scent slowly pouring out from him.
“Yeah? I’ve been flirting?” Bucky winks at you over Tori’s shoulder, apparently finding humor in watching you get flustered.
“Mhm,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, from what she says, I think you like her. And she -” Suddenly she’s being cut off by your hand slapping over her mouth, appearing behind her and grasping her arm with your other hand.
“Okay! That’s it, you have to study!” You snap, glancing up at Bucky’s amused face for half a second before turning Tori around and shoving her toward the back office. “And don’t come out until you’re done with all three chapters!”
Tori huffs then rolls her eyes and trails off, leaving you and Bucky alone. And you feel like you’re on fire, like there’s no part of you that isn’t burning to the touch. Subconsciously your fingers start fiddling with each other, and you can’t bring yourself to look the Alpha in the eye.
“Hey,” He says softly, though still humorous. “It’s okay. She was right, you know?”
You hum in confusion, finally looking up at him even though it takes a lot of willpower to not look away. “What do you mean?”
“I was flirting with you. Is that okay?”
You’re no longer burning up, no. You’re ice cold now. It’s almost as if you’ve fallen into the seas surrounding the Antarctic and everything seems to slow down. Bucky’s been flirting with you? An Alphas been flirting with you? This Alpha? Your heart wants to beat out of your chest and your skin tingles, what are you going to do? What are you going to say?
“Oh.” Apparently, that’s all you can decide on, though you’re snapped out of your haze upon seeing Bucky’s face fall slightly. “No! It’s - I mean, it’s o-okay, if you… you know, are.” Internally you cringe, of all times to trip over your words, it just has to be now.
“Well, I’m glad.” Bucky smiles again, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the soft gaze and deep ocean-blue hue. A squeak escapes your lips knowing that his fond expression is directed at and because of you.
“I can’t stay long today, unfortunately. But…” Bucky trails off, slipping your hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb along the back of it. “I just wanted to come by and ask if I could treat you to lunch after the class on Saturday.”
“Like… like a - a date?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Your head is spinning, and you’re positive that Bucky can tell your nerves are building.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be a date. Even though I’d very much like it to be.” Bucky smiles, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, earning him a soft yet cautious giggle.
Now, you’re not too sure what to do. Over the past week or so that you’ve known him you’ve become enamored with him. You enjoy his company, he makes you feel safe, and the fact that he listens to your rambling with rapt attention makes you preen.
But, you have to take a moment to gather your thoughts. Because mere hours ago Steve had come in asking the same question - though he had suggested dinner.
Steve has also been coming in quite frequently, though he mostly spends time with you as you paint. He comes in first thing in the morning, knowing that your business is usually slower so he can have more of your attention.
He’s not as forward as Bucky is, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t shown any interest. His approach is more careful; lingering glances, not-so-subtly checking you out whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention, the way his gaze drops to your lips every so often whenever you’re speaking to him. Not to mention the way he always compliments your artwork. It’s all so… charming.
His mischievous yet chivalrous persona could pull anyone in, including you. Not to mention, Steve’s bright smile and deep laugh just make your inner Omega want to tilt your head and bare your neck to him.
Interactions with him give you similar feelings when you’re with Bucky, making everything overwhelmingly confusing. Because, like you told Tori, you’d hate to lead one of them on, but you can already tell you’re developing romantic feelings for both Alphas.
And hours ago you’d given Steve a timid ‘yes’ when he asked you out. What are you supposed to do? Suddenly, your lonely inner Omega forcefully pushes its way past all of your negative thoughts and ever-growing anxiety to give Bucky the same answer.
“Okay.” Despite your inner turmoil, Bucky’s bright smile and unfairly cute nose scrunch settle any nerves you’ve been feeling.
“Yeah?” Bucky asks, hopeful.
“Yes, I-I’d love to go on a… date. With you.” This time you can’t stop the way you physically cringe at your awkwardness, though Bucky only seems to find it endearing because he laughs softly.
“Awesome,” Bucky breathes out, giving you the softest gaze you’ve ever received, and the amount of restraint it takes for you to not melt into his arms is astounding. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”
“Y-yeah! Of course,” Your voice goes a little high. Jesus Christ, why does he have to be so charming?
At that, the Alpha brings your hand up to his lips at the same time he leans forward and presses a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, looking you in the eye all the while. And the squeak that escapes your lips would almost embarrass you if you weren’t having an out-of-body experience.
“Okay, darling.”
Bucky releases your hand, walks back a few steps, gives you a wink, and then turns around to leave, sparing you one last glance before exiting.
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Soft. Warm. Gentle.
Everything is coated in golden honey, cotton-candy clouds, an ever-flowing river.
It’s ecstasy, his body aflame as it moves, rocking forward, pulling back, then pushing forward again. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and short and breathy gasps fill his ears as grunts and groans travel up his throat and out of his mouth.
Steve’s eyes open, and the view makes his heart want to stop.
It’s you, with your arms above your head, body bare to him and, wait. Someone’s behind him. The person's strong arms wrap around his waist and his muscled chest presses against his back, and then a metal hand turns his head to the left. And there’s Bucky, his Alpha. Bucky presses a filthy kiss to his lips while the brunette’s hands rest on his hips, aiding in their movement. With a quick smack to his backside, Steve gets back into the action, grinding his hips against your pelvic bone before slowly pulling out. The force of the forward thrust of his hips causes you to shriek, your breasts bouncing wildly as he continues his harsh thrusts.
It takes no time at all for Steve to feel his knot throb, threatening to expand and lock into your sweet pussy as he fills you with his cum. He’s close. Oh so fucking close when you moan.
“Alpha!”
Steve wakes with a gasp, his eyes flying open and heart racing as he tries in vain to cling onto any remnants of sleep, desperately hoping to finish the dream - his first wet dream in a while.
“Stevie?” Bucky appears from his left, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping from the shower. “You okay, Alpha?”
Steve shudders, the way you sweetly moaned for him, for your Alpha, coming to the front of his mind, and his cock throbs in a rude reminder of his current predicament.
“Y-yeah, I’m, fuck…” Steve trails off, his hand sneaking under the covers and grasping the base of his cock. “I’m good, baby. Just…”
“Just had a wet dream?” Bucky chuckles, walking over to their bed and sitting sideways on it so he can face Steve and run a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I could hear you whimpering from the shower.”
Bucky then flings the covers back, shooing Steve’s hand away from his cock so Bucky can grasp it. “I heard you whining for her, our sweet little Omega. She’s perfect, isn’t she? She’s so small compared to us, bet we’d break her the first time we get our knots in her perfect pussy.”
Bucky’s hand is jerking Steve off in earnest, his grip is tight as he strokes and pulls and flicks his wrist every so often. And Steve is helpless but to let him, to listen to his mate spout filth of how well you’d take them, how sweet you’d be for them, how he’d let Steve be the first to take you. He takes everything he’s given, gripping the sheets tight enough that he’s sure they're tearing, letting his pleasure climb higher and higher by the second.
But what really sets him off is Bucky’s growl, “I had to jerk myself off in the shower just listening to you moan for our Omega.” Steve cums with a shout, his eyes clenching shut, and he’d be embarrassed about how fast he came if it weren’t for the extremely vivid dream he just woke up from.
It takes a few moments for Steve to get his bearings until he’s finally able to open his eyes and meet Bucky’s playful gaze. Steve wants to feel bad about dreaming about you when you’re not even theirs, but he just can’t bring himself to do so. Just thinking of you made him shoot off like a rocket, he doesn’t really know how he’s going to handle actually being with you.
But they hadn’t even taken you on a date yet, and they both get the feeling it might take a while before you feel comfortable enough to give yourself over to them like that. But that doesn’t matter, because Steve is sure that he and Bucky will wait however long is needed for you to feel comfortable like that with them.
“So,” Bucky says with a smirk, bringing his hand up to lick Steve’s cum off of his hand. Steve groans in response. “You feelin’ better about today?”
Ever since they both asked you out neither has gone back to your studio, they didn’t want to make you anxious since they knew they both asked you out and you might get even more conflicted if you saw them again since then. Steve’s been worried. He doesn’t want to back out, God no. He just… he really wants this to work out. And every awful scenario keeps playing in his mind on a loop.
What if you get too overwhelmed with both of them together? What if you turn them down when you realize they’re mated? What if you’re disgusted and don’t even want to be their friend? What if -
“Stevie.” Bucky’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and Steve sighs. “Stop thinking too hard, it’s going to be fine.”
“But-”
“No, Steve.” Bucky sighs and gets off the bed, then he crouches down so his face is level with his mate’s. “I promised you, didn’t I? I promised that everything would work out and I’m going to fulfill that promise today. We’re going to go to the class, explain everything to her, and ask her out together.”
Bucky pauses to lean forward and press a kiss to Steve’s lips.
“She likes you, baby. And she likes me. That’s why she agreed to go out with us. It might be a little weird for her since two mated Alphas aren't common, especially since she doesn’t seem used to Alphas flirting with her at all. But, it’s going to be okay in the end. Everything will work out.”
Bucky kisses Steve again, and Steve gives his Alpha a gentle smile.
“I love you, Alpha.”
Bucky smiles back and says, “I love you too, Alpha.”
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“Okay, okay, okay,” You mumble to yourself, running your hands down the front of your apron for the hundredth time. “Everything is going to be okay. They don’t know you’re going out with both of them, everything is going to be fine.”
Sighing, you mumble another ‘I can do this’ before turning around, jumping in shock when you see Tori standing in front of you.
“Jesus Christ, Tori! Warn a girl, will you?”
Tori laughs, smirking. “Sorry, I just thought I’d tell you that your Alpha, Bucky, is here with some friends but I didn’t want to interrupt your pep-talk.”
Oh shit, in your panic you didn’t even realize your class starts in less than ten minutes. But then you realize a certain word she used. Your Alpha.
“He’s not my Alpha. He’s just… an Alpha that happens to like me and wants to take me on a date.”
Your eyes widen in horror, because the realization that you’re actually going on a date with him, and, separately, Steve, in just a few hours is hitting you in full force.
Oh God, how am I going to survive today?
Tori pulls you out of your thoughts, literally, by grabbing your bicep and leading you out of the back office.
“Whatever you say, babe. Now, let’s not keep him waiting.”
When you get to the studio part of your store you see him, well, them. It’s Bucky, surrounded by about ten other people, all talking and laughing. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d bring all of his friends.
There are about five other people milling about, looking at all the different canvases and paints available for the class. It makes you happy that you had so many people show up, even if most of them probably had to be convinced to come.
There’s just one person missing; Steve. It’s only two minutes from twelve, and you can’t help the disappointment at the fact that he probably forgot or, worse, was just joking about being interested in you and doesn’t actually want to see you.
It hurts you, deeper than it probably should, but you mask the hurt when you get up to Bucky and his friends.
“Um, hi, Bucky,” You say softly, glancing over at his friends all looking at you with knowing smirks.
“Ah!” The Alpha says, smiling widely at you. “Hello, darling.”
It takes everything in you for you to not melt right into the floor, both from embarrassment from having his friends chuckle in amusement as well as his smooth yet low tone directed at you.
You turn slightly to the group of people behind him, all giving you amused expressions and small waves. You wave back at them with an awkward smile, then turn back to the Alpha in front of you. “Um, I… It’s nice of you to come.”
“I said I would, didn’t I?” Bucky winks at you, and you press your lips shut so as to not let out the high-pitched whine that wants to be set free.
After a tense few seconds of silence, Tori appears from beside you. “I hate to break up your moment but it’s time to start.”
“Oh! R-right.” Your heart is racing ever so slightly, but it’s also hurting. Because it seems like Steve really did bail.
That is until you ask everyone to sit wherever they want. Bucky sits at the front, taking the easel closest to you. His friends and the other patrons all sit as well, and one spot remains open, right next to Bucky.
The bell above the door dings, and your head whips up to see the Alpha in question rushing through the door. He gives you a wide smile, and immediately makes his way to the empty seat.
Fuck.
“Sorry I’m late, I got held up.”
“No, it’s - it’s fine!” Your heart rate increases again, and you don’t know how you’re going to survive this class, especially considering Bucky is already giving you a heady gaze.
“O-okay, everyone, let’s get started.”
Surprisingly, the class goes by pretty smoothly. However, the intense stares from both Steve and Bucky, as well as their smirks and Bucky’s occasional winks, make you stutter over your words every once in a while. That would cause Bucky’s friends to snicker and smirk. Though it seems relatively harmless, simply finding amusement in watching you get flustered over flirting with Bucky but not with any malice.
Still, it’s going well.
It’s not until you tell everyone to put down their brushes that your nerves return, hoping that Steve won’t stick around and you can just meet him at the diner he suggested.
But, fate has other plans. Because Bucky’s friends stand and choose to hang around the window, looking at some of your other displayed paintings. The others came up to you with thanks, complimenting your work as well as your teaching skills, all of which make you smile so wide you’d think it’d hurt.
But then they leave, and after the last lone customer leaves, you turn and see, oh no. Fuck. Steve and Bucky are talking, laughing, standing way too close to one another for two people who don’t know each other. You’re standing by your easel still, eyes locked on to them, frozen. Because you have a strange inkling that they do actually know each other, which would mean that they would know you’re going on a date with both of them.
Then why would they ask you out if that were the case?
It takes everything in you not to run away when Bucky turns to face you with a wide smile, Steve turning next and smiling too.
“Hey, darling,” Bucky says, walking toward you when he realizes you’re frozen in place. He stops in front of you, and Steve follows his lead and stands next to him. They look at each other for a moment, Steve nodding his head once before Bucky turns to you and opens his mouth.
But you’re panicking. Because you’ve already decided that they’ve just now found out and are going to cancel the dates and maybe insult you for accepting a date from both of them. Even though, logically, you know they would never say anything even remotely rude to you, your anxiety is telling you that they would. They will. So you take it upon yourself to apologize.
“Guys, I-I am so sorry! I know I shouldn’t have accepted a date with both of you but I really, really like both of you and I didn’t know how to choose because I don’t want to choose between you two because you’re both really nice and amazing and I know it sounds awful that I want both of you when you’re probably not even interested anymore because why w-”
“Darling!” Bucky cuts you off, placing a warm hand on your bicep, squeezing it once, and then running his hand down your arm until he can take your hand in his.
“It’s okay, honey,” Steve says, bringing up a hand to gently turn your head to face him more directly.
“I-It… It is?”
They both give each other another glance while they chuckle to themselves. Steve takes your other hand, slowly rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
“We have something to tell you, darling.” Bucky sighs, then clears his throat. “We… planned this. We didn’t want to tell you upfront because we didn’t want to scare you away, because we really like you too. We’re… Steve and I are…” He trails off, and now his nerves are swirling deep in his stomach. Steve steps in for him though.
“We’re mates. And we know it’s not common, and two Alphas with an Omega isn’t common either, so we didn’t want to be too overbearing by flirting with you together. We’ve been wanting to court an Omega together so we wanted you to get to know us individually so you wouldn’t be overwhelmed because we can be… a lot. We’re sorry we lied.”
By the time they’re done speaking, you think you’re dreaming. No, you’re positive you’re dreaming. They’re mates? And, as Steve said, two mated Alphas aren’t exactly common. Even still, that doesn’t bother you. You’re big on doing what you want as long as no one is getting hurt. And you can understand why they didn’t want to approach you together, because, yeah, even just being in both of their presences makes your heart race and stutter.
But, they both want you? Like, together? They want to court you and maybe bring you into their relationship? It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship, and even then it was with a Beta, so you can’t even imagine how dating two Alphas would be.
“Oh.” Smart. Really fucking clever. God, why can’t you just say anything?
“Do you… Do you not want to date us?” Steve sounds disappointed, sad. And the way he frowns makes you mentally slap yourself out of your haze.
“No! I- I do! I just… I’ve never dated two Alphas. I don’t mind that you’re mated, really. I’m just not used to…” You trail off, biting your lip and glancing down, realizing that they still have hold of your hands. It makes your skin tingle, their large and warm hands fill your entire body with fire, and the smile that returns to Steve’s face makes you smile too.
“You’re not used to what?” Bucky asks, squeezing your hand.
“To being wanted this much, I guess.”
You miss the way both Alphas look at each other with furrowed eyebrows, both men frowning now.
“How about this,” Steve says, bringing up his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “We’ll cancel the dates for today. And we can go on one tomorrow, together. All of us. And if you think it over more tonight and decide you don’t want to anymore, then that is okay. But we really do like you, honey.”
Well, you’d never stood a chance against them from the very first meetings, so there’s not really a doubt in your mind that you do want to go on that date, it’s just your anxiety that’s causing you to doubt their feelings.
But Tori’s voice pops up in the back of your head telling you to stop overthinking, to just take a chance. So, that’s what you do.
“O-okay. Tomorrow is good.”
Both Alphas smile, simultaneously sighing in relief at your words. Bucky then releases your hand so he can pull out his phone, unlock it, then hand it to you.
“Here, we’re going to go but you can give me your number so we can talk over more details before tomorrow.”
You do so, typing in your number and watching with dazed eyes as they gather their things to leave. And when they’re about to leave, both men make quick moves of kissing each of your cheeks before retreating with charming smiles.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling?” Bucky asks, only leaving when you give him a nod and a wide smile.
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”
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holylulusworld · 5 days
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Second-Hand
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Summary: He only wants you.
Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader
Warnings: mentions of rejection, scenting, a/b/o, mentions of feral alpha, fluff
Written for @caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge #4.
I chose the prompt: "The scar on my neck? My Mate broke our bond and left me."
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The alarm is so loud you can barely think. Red lights indicate that something terrible must’ve happened at the Avengers Tower.
“Y/N,” Bruce storms inside the laboratory, searching for you. “I need to get you out of here. It’s the Captain. He’s out of control.”
“Captain America is out of control?” You worriedly look at Bruce. “What happened? What do we do now?”
Bruce grabs your hand to guide you out of the laboratory. “We’ve got not much time left. His alpha took over and you are the only unmated omega in this building. The others try to keep him under control until I got you somewhere safe.”
“What did he do?” 
“He trashed his room and almost attacked Tony,” Bruce grabs your hand again to guide you toward the nearby elevator. “He’s growling like a beast. I fear he’s gone feral.”
“Feral,” you whisper. “If he goes feral, he’s lost forever. We need to help him. I need to help him. The world needs him. The Avengers need him.”
“Y/N, we can think of something after I brought you somewhere safe. We can’t waste more time.” Your boss tries to guide you toward the elevator, but you shake his hand off. “Y/N?”
“I can help him,” you say, and step away from Bruce. “I know you mean well, but people, especially alphas calm in my presence. I think it has something to do with my scent.”
“This is insane,” Bruce calls after you. It’s too late. You dash along the hallways, following Steve’s scent. It’s distinctive. No other scent ever lured you in or made your toes curl. 
“Where are you going?” Your boss is chasing after you now, desperate to stop you from making a grave mistake. “He’s going to hurt you! Y/N, please stop. Don’t do this.”
You’re unstoppable. Bruce may be the Hulk, but your instinct makes you run faster, and faster. You don’t know what you’re going to do when you find Steve, but you must help him.
“Y/N?” Tony asks when you push him out of your way. You stop right in front of the room they locked Steve in. You purr low in your throat and sniff at the door. “You need to get out of here. He’ll tear the door down if he scents you!”
It’s too late. Steve slams his body against the door, making it creak.
“OMEGA!” He growls your presentation. “Mine!”
“What happened? What caused him to lose control so easily?” You press your ear against the door to listen to his heavy breathing. “Mr. Stark. What happened?”
“He came back from a mission, pumped up with adrenaline. We couldn’t save them all,” Tony whispers to not rile Steve up even more. “We tried to calm down, but Steve was out of it. He blamed himself for losing two of the hostages - and then he scented you.”
“Me?” You don’t understand why your scent drove Steve up the wall. He never acted differently around you. 
Most of the time he gave you a short hello, and a genuine smile. You never talked for long. Only the usual interaction with someone working at the same place. He’s not one of your colleagues, and you are not one of the Avengers. It’s that simple.
“I’ll go inside and try to help him,” you move your hand to the door handle. “Whatever you hear, don’t come inside.”
“Y/N, you don’t know what a feral alpha is going to do to you,” Bruce finally caught up with you. He places his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off.
“I know exactly what alphas are capable of,” you turn around to look at Steve and Tony. “The scar on my neck?” You remove your scarf to show them the scar they didn’t dare to ask you about. “My mate broke our bond and left me. That’s all I got left of him.”
“A feral alpha is something else than a douche letting you down,” Tony tries to stop you, but you already unlock the door. “Y/N!”
“I told you to not interfere.” You slip inside the room and slam the door shut behind you. “Lock the door and don’t come in.”
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Steve sits on the floor of the padded cell, cradling something that looks like the cardigan you’re missing. He sniffs at the fabric and purrs low in his throat. “Hi, Captain.”
He’s lost in his instinct, not even hearing your soft voice calling his name. 
You kneel on the padded ground and slowly move toward Steve.
“Steve, I need you to calm down and look at me.”
“Omega,” Steve dips his head. His eyes glow when your scent hits his sensitive nose. “Omega!”
He drops your cardigan to the ground and pounces on you. You try not to scream when he grasps you. He buries you under his body, holding your trembling form in a tight grip.
Unlike everyone expected, he’s surprisingly careful and gentle. Steve nuzzles you and sniffs at your neck. “Mine.”
“I once had an alpha calling me his mate. He was possessive and passionate until he found someone better. His true mate.”
“Mine,” Steve kisses the scar on your neck, focused on taking the pain of your broken bond away. “Omega.”
“If you want me, I must tell you that I was claimed before. He left me,” you close your eyes, and enjoy feeling Steve’s warmth surround you. “I’m secondhand.”
He nuzzles your scar. “I don’t care. You’re mine. I’m your alpha.”
“You’re my alpha.” 
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babyjakes · 3 months
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | knotting
pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader
warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.
word count | 859
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an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!
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imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 🤤 (nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick 😉)
steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head 💕
thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss 😏
the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury
the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it 😔🙏 you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back
sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"
bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"
"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax
he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length
and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers
"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise
it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes
"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"
the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given
seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"
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labella420 · 11 days
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Two Flames
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Starring: Nomad!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Fem!Reader.
Summary: You’re Steve’s and he’ll make sure everyone knows if he has to.
Warnings: 18+. A/B/O dynamic. Talk of sex. Alluded unprotected sex. Slight power imbalance with a boss. Dub con possibly if you squint. Steve being protective.
A/N: I wrote this for @targaryenvampireslayer Blind Date Writing Challenge! Thank you Suz for hosting such an amazing challenge, and thank you for being so patient! My pairing prompt was soulmates, and my word prompt was “we’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” I had a fun with this, and I hope everyone enjoys!
Word count: 2814
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
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There was a time you didn’t believe in soulmates, in fact you laughed at the notion. One alpha for one omega for life? Yeah right. Your mother would tell you the story of how she met your father, the night she caught his eye from across the room at a singles dance held in the small town she’d grown up in. He was from the next town over, and when he’d asked her to dance that night and she looked into his eyes her mating gland came alive and her hindbrain told her “he’s the one.” They were inseparable from that night, and the rest was history.
Maybe alphas were different when your parents were younger, or maybe you just had a bad “picker.” But from your experience alphas of today just wanted to run through as many omegas as they could until they felt ready to settle down. There were so many disappointing first dates, and even worse, promising starts to budding relationships that led to so much heartbreak you eventually gave up.
That’s not to say that you deny yourself during your heats. You had a few select alphas to help temper the ache, but no one you could see yourself committing to long term. You decided you were going to be one of those “modern” omegas. One that was independent, and forged her own path in life without worry if she ever found her alpha because she was going to be just fine without one.
Unbeknownst to you, the universe had other plans on a perfect east coast fall morning in New York. Fall was your favorite season, when the streets were lined with leaves of different colors, and summer heat gave way to the season changing chill. You were off that day, a rarity since it was Monday, and work has been so busy, but you were thankful for the unexpected time for yourself.
You’d just gotten your coffee, and had the newest mystery novel by your favorite author tucked into your crossbody bag intent on getting lost in the pages while leaves fell around you in the park. As you turned the corner from the coffee shop your path was impeded when you felt like you ran into a brick wall.
“Woah, I got you.” Strong hands steadied you on your feet while a warm cedar scent with a hint of bergamot encapsulated you. Time stopped when you lifted your head and were met by a pair of blue eyes with just a small hint of green. He was tall, broad shouldered, with longer hair that kissed the top of his collar, dirty blond with natural highlights. His beard fully covered a square jaw, and normally an alpha this massive would intimidate you, but the warm expression on his face makes you draw in closer to his chest.
“Are you alright, little one?” His voice is smooth like velvet, making you a bit lightheaded as it registers in your hindbrain. You stifle a giggle, no one’s ever called you “little one” before as you’ve always been above average height for an omega, but then again, he’s so big everyone’s probably little to him.
“Yes-yes, I’m fine.” You muster when you find your voice, straightening up and pushing the strap of your bag higher up on your shoulder. You zero in on a dark spot on his maroon henley, cursing inwardly hoping the stain isn’t going to permanently ruin his shirt.
“I’m so sorry.” You motion to where your coffee spilt on him, tossing the offending beverage into a nearby trash can and reaching into your bag to grab the little travel bag of tissue you kept with you. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m sorry, -I.”
His hand settles over yours and you feel the tissue drop back to the bottom of your bag. A sense of calm washes over you, settling your nerves and making your anxiety disappear. A sound that you’ve only heard from your father is coming from deep within this alpha’s chest, and you realize he’s purring, trying to comfort you and let you know that whatever is happening, it’s ok.
He places your hand on his chest so you can feel his vibrations, and time stops. The only intrusion in this moment is your mating gland which seems to thump and hum in time with your heartbeat. Catching your reflection in a window you see the warm glow of your mating gland peeking over the scoop neck of your sweater, the twin flame of the alpha’s matching your hue.
The soft rumble in his chest tapers, and he tilts your head up so you can once again meet his gaze. “I’m Steve,” he introduces himself, drawing you in even closer. “What’s your name omega?”
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Your relationship with Steve progressed so naturally that before you knew it he’d moved you into his apartment downtown that had the most amazing view of Central Park. Many an evening Steve would find you curled up in a blanket on the chase by the window with a book after watching the last light of day get stolen by darkness. He loved coming home and finding you wrapped in your own little quiet moment.
To him, you’re the most beautiful, sexy, smart omega he has ever encountered, even if you had a brat streak larger than the Brooklyn Bridge is long. He knew how to put you in your place, being quite fond of stripping you naked and pressing you up against the glass. He enjoyed watching you squirm, to try and cover yourself, but you’re no match for your alpha. “Is this what you needed?” He’d whisper in your ear, pressing you against the window, slipping his cock between your folds and sheathing himself in your cunt. “To be put on display and show everyone how you’re made to take my cock?”
It was fun to watch you flustered but still so responsive you had no choice but to fall apart. Steve didn’t mind if others looked from afar he loved showing you off, but he’d be right there if anyone got too close. You belonged to him, and he’d make sure everyone knew every minute of every day if he had to. Steve’s number one priority was to love you and protect you. Which is why he felt some type of way when you had to leave the house for any reason so close to the start of your heats.
“I think you should stay home from work today.” He nuzzles your neck, his nostrils flaring as he takes in your scent. “Your scent’s changing, and it’s only fair that you’re already under me when it starts.”
Playfully elbowing his abdomen you wiggle out of his grasp so you can finish getting ready, stifling a giggle when you spy the pout on his face. “You know I’ve been working on an important case with my boss,” you quickly get on your tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose. “Besides, I checked the calendar last night, my heat doesn’t come for another three days.”
A low rumble escapes from Steve’s chest before he tells you what you already know. “If I can smell the change, so can your boss.” He’s never been a fan of Andy Barber, the ADA that you’ve worked with for five years. Andy’s never made a pass at you, and has always treated you with respect. As far as you knew, he was still mourning his wife and son who died in an accident. You’d always felt bad for him knowing when he left work he was going home to an empty house.
“Princess…” Steve whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently dragging you back in the direction of your bed. “Stay home.”
“You know I can’t,” you smile before pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. “But I’ll be home as soon as I’m done, I promise!” Untangling yourself from his arms, you hurry downstairs and slip into a pair of black pumps, grabbing your purse and keys off the table by the door. You blow Steve one last kiss before you're out the door, already counting down the hours until you’re back home with your alpha.
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The tiniest bead of sweat trickles from the nape of your neck and disappears behind the collar of your shirt, settling into the fabric where the material meets your back. Your eyes dart to the clock, a small huff escapes your lips when you see you’ve almost two hours left of work. You should’ve listened to Steve when he asked you to stay home, clearly he knows your body, your scent better than you do.
Halfway through your day the telltale signs buzz in your hindbrain before cramps twist your gut. Opening your bottom desk drawer you pluck your emergency bottle of suppressants, popping the top and swallowing two. It’s too late to delay your heat, but hopefully it will help temper your symptoms until you can make it home.
“Home NOW.” You catch a glimpse of a text from Steve when your phone lights up on your desk. The bond shared between you is both a blessing and a curse, he feels your anxiety spiking, and in turn you feel his annoyance rise because you didn’t listen to him and stay home.
“Almost done.” You fire off a response before tossing your phone in your purse. You’ll deal with your angry alpha later. Right now you need to focus on finishing your final notes for this case. You’ve never let your boss down, and you’re not going to start today.
As the suppressants slowly take effect, the cramps begin to ease, but the heat still simmers beneath the surface threatening to erupt at any moment. With a deep breath you force yourself to to focus on the task at hand, determined to push through to the end of your workday.
Minutes feel like hours as you struggle to concentrate, the constant buzz of your phone a distracting reminder of Steve’s impatience. With each passing moment his irritation seeps into your consciousness, amplifying your own anxiety.
Finally, the clock strikes five and you waste no time gathering your belongings and making a beeline for your office door, only to find your boss behind it preparing to knock.
“I’m so glad I caught you before you left, I wanted to review the deposition notes from the Romanoff case. Do you have a few?”
Your phone buzzes again, this time with a call from Steve which you use your watch to promptly ignore. You should tell him no, you can’t stay late today, but the guilt you feel in the pit of your stomach is worse than the cramps overtaking you as the suppressants run its course through your system.
“Sure Andy, I can spare a few minutes.” You set your bag bag and coat back on your desk and sit while Andy places a sheet of paper in front of you. Even though he’s not your alpha, with your heat comes heightened senses, so right now his spicy scent which normally you find comforting is overwhelming. You need to make this quick and go.
“Honey, are you alright?” You know he’s concerned, you can hear it in his tone, but you don’t have time to explain. You flash a smile, knowing it’s looking more like a pained gritting of your teeth, but it’s the best you can do as a cramp subsides into a warm tingle and arousal floods your panties.
Andy’s nostrils flare and a flicker of recognition crosses his face, his eyes widening slightly as he takes a few steps away from you. His reaction sends a wave of embarrassment through you realizing that of course he’s going to sense your pheromones despite your efforts to suppress them. “I have to go-I’m sorry,” picking up your things you rush past him, making a mental note to apologize profusely when you come back from your heat leave. However, you don’t get very far. Andy catches you by the arm, snatching you back so your back is flush against his chest. He scents you, inhaling deeply.
“You smell amazing,” he husks, running his nose down your mating gland, ignoring the scar from where Steve’s teeth sank into your flesh marking you as his. Whimpering, you stiffen with Andy’s touch feeling a surge of unease and confusion. He’s always been an exemplary alpha, never a bad word about him and an omega, which makes this reaction all the more puzzling.
Sending your distress he pauses, realizing the gravity of his actions. With a heartfelt tone he apologizes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I crossed a line, and your boundaries. Please forgive me. It’s just been so long since…” he doesn’t even finish, shaking his head. “That doesn’t matter, please, forgive me.”
You don't get a chance to respond, the door of your office is kicked in so hard it almost flies off its hinges. Steve snarls, yanking Andy away from you by the collar of his suit, growling and hiding you behind his massive torso. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
“Steve, hold on,” moving around him you step between him and Andy. “Let’s take a moment and talk this through.”
You’ve never seen Steve this angry. The intensity of his emotions are radiating off of him like heat waves. His face is contorted with fury, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I understand you’re upset,” you attempt to placate the beast by running your hands soothingly down his chest. “Let’s talk about this calmly.”
“I know what I felt through the bond,” he rumbles, taking a step towards Andy but still blocked by you. “You were… scared.” His tone softens as you gently scent him, the gesture immediately flooding Steve with comfort, although you still sense his agitation.
“I’m sorry,” Andy says again, his head bowed, taking a submissive stance to express that he isn’t a threat, that he’s not going to challenge. He looks at you, and you can see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I never intended to make you feel threatened, and I understand if you put in your notice.”
You look between him and Steve weighing the tension in the air. “That can be discussed later, right now let’s just take a step back.” You reach back to grab your bag in one hand and Steve’s hand in the other. Glancing at Steve you silently urge him to soften his stance, hoping he can feel that the threat is gone through your bond. “I appreciate your apology, Andy,” you say gently. “I’ll take the weekend to consider my decision about staying, but right now it’s best if we go home.”
Andy nods, a sense of relief crossing his features. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly. “I’ll do anything to earn your trust back, although I understand if I can’t.”
With shared understanding you and Steve exchange a glance, knowing that there needs to be some time to allow emotions to settle. “I’ll talk to you on Monday,” you tell Andy before you and Steve slip out the door and down the elevator to the parking garage.
“I knew you should’ve stayed home,” Steve grumbles before guiding you to his car. “We can pick up your car later. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“My hero.” You smile up at him, leaning into his side as he slides a protective arm around you, guiding you to where he parked and getting you settled into the passenger seat. You did like when Steve was protective, it made you feel loved and safe. It’s also turned you on, which didn’t help the situation at hand when you felt the cramps, and the want, and the need, and you still had the car ride home.
“Whatcha thinkin about omega?” Steve slid into the driver’s seat, but didn’t start the car. Instead he moved the seat as far back as possible and reclined the back. Pulling you into his lap he positions your legs so you’re straddling him, a shudder ripping through you when his fingers tease your soaked cunt through your panties.
You grind against the friction, a quiet groan falling from your lips when he pulls your panties to the side and covers his digits in your slick. “I need to take care of you right now, omega, it’s not fair to have that greedy lil’ pussy wait any longer.”
“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” You gasp as he sinks two of his fingers inside your cunt. Steve chuckles, watching your eyes roll back in your head as his fingers curl and find your sweet spot.
“Right here, right now, and if someone sees us I don’t care. Everyone deserves to see that you’re mine.”
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crazyunsexycool · 1 year
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stucky x reader, where reader didn't present at a certain age so she lived most of her adult life with no designation, alpha stucky who could be mated alr, accept her into their small pack regardless and are v protective of her. One day though, during their mission she suddenly gets her heat; and not a bearable one, like heat heat. And she just smells so good and irresistible which drove the alpha's absolutely feral.
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Pairing: alpha!stucky x reader
Word count: 3.6k
Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) p in v, fingering, canon level violence, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics
A/N: I had most of this written a while ago and idk why I never posted it but it’s here now. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I love receiving requests for one shots or dribbles so please feel free I promise that I am working on them they help when I get stuck on other things
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Never having presented the way all of your classmates, friends and family had made you an outcast. Did it hurt to be rejected by your family for not presenting? Yes but it didn’t stop you from achieving your goals. It’s how you entered Shield and became an agent. Your lack of scent was an advantage over the people you were fighting, with no alpha, beta or omega needs to tend to you easily became one of the best agents. It’s how you ended up working with the Avengers.
It’s also how you met them, Steve and Bucky the mated alphas. At first you had been extremely intimidated by them and anytime you had to interact with them you referred to them by their ranks. Little by little they showed you they were big softies. It’s how courting gifts started, your favorite coffee on your desk in the morning, a book you had mentioned delivered to your room. It was all so sweet but you had to tell them you didn’t have a designation and you didn’t want to lead them on if they wanted an omega.
“What if we just want you? We don’t care about designations.” Bucky asked as he held your hand.
“Me?”
“Mmhmm, we want you sweetheart.” Steve says as he stands behind you, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear.
“Even though I don’t have a designation?” It was almost too good to be true. The most desirable alphas wanted you, with or without designation. The thought of being theirs and them being yours made you shudder.
“We don’t care about that, we care about you.” Bucky says confidently but hopeful. “What do you say?”
A smile appears on your lips as you nod.
“We need you to use your words Sweetheart.”
“Yes. I-I would like to be with you.” Steve turns you around and immediately connects his lips to yours as a small but deep growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He doesn’t get a chance to deepen it as Bucky pulls you away and begins to kiss you.
You having no designation didn’t stop them from continuing to court you. In the short three months you had been with them they always had small gifts for you when they came back from missions or they took you out on dates. Steve and Bucky never made you feel less than for never having presented. On the contrary they were very protective and anyone who even dared to make a comment about you had to deal with them. The super soldiers were caring, protective and sweet which made you fall fast, this was the first time in a long time in which you wanted to have a designation so that they could claim you properly.
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You loved going on missions with Steve and Bucky, it was always amazing to see them working. Sure they went toe to toe with other alphas but nothing compared to the Super Soldiers. This mission you were headed to was supposed to be easy. Bucky was supposed to set up with his sniper rifle not too far away, while you and Steve headed inside. Your job was to extract information from the servers after you, but mostly Steve, cleared the building.
Since starting as an agent you were always confident in your abilities but you knew there was something off today. You felt warmer than usual and your body ached, not to mention that whenever Steve or Bucky so much as walked by you wanted to pounce on them. Their scents were driving you crazy and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to try and get any type of relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by the alphas, they weren’t sure what was going on but they kept a close eye on you during the flight.
The mission was going off without a hitch for the most part. Steve cleared the building while you got to work on the servers. It was easy and if you hadn’t been preoccupied with the shooting pain that spread low in your belly you would have considered that it was way too easy. A whine escapes your lips as you try to focus on the task at hand before a growl gets your attention. It sends shivers up and down your spine and the bitter scent that hits you is just as unpleasant.
“Well what do we have here? I see they left me something to play with.” his lips turned into a wicked grin.
You put your hand up to your earpiece. “Alphas” is all you manage to say before the one before you lunges towards you and pins you down.
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Bucky had made his way down to the building from his position at Steve’s request. The building had been cleared and he had left you to do your part. They were both well aware that it was too easy to get into the building, it had minimal security considering the information it housed. Steve preferred to have Bucky close in case there were more issues especially if he considered that you were behaving a little out of character. They both had agreed on that and the fact that if they didn’t know you didn’t have a designation it felt like you had a scent. One that was sure to send them into their ruts if it had been stronger. Steve and Bucky were doing one more sweep of a lower level when they heard it. A faint growl but enough to make them turn back around and when they heard your voice through comms calling them alpha they nearly lost it. You had never referred to them by their designation.
By the time they get up two floors to your location the scent in the air hits them. It was intoxicating but laced with fear and both super soldiers knew they had to act fast. When they got to the hallway where the room you were in they felt pure rage. The door had been ripped off its hinges and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. But as they got to the room they only found your ear piece and a dead alpha on the floor. Their enhanced hearing alerted them to movement further down the hall and close to the stairwell.
They split up with Steve following the footsteps and Bucky trying to find you. At any other moment they would be calm and focused but you were in trouble and the men that had promised to keep you safe would stop at nothing to do so.
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“Y/N.” he says with his voice lowered so as to not scare you. His scent reaches you and you relax slightly. Bucky found you in a room hidden away from the others that Steve was following.
“Alpha, it hurts.” you whine from your spot in the corner of the room.
“I know, doll but I’m here. I’ll help you.” he coos as he finally gets closer to you. He’s fighting his instincts to claim you right on the spot, the sweet scent made stronger by your heat is driving him crazy. Instead Bucky focuses on using his own scent to soothe you.
As soon as he is crouching in front of you, you launch yourself into his arms. Bucky holds you close as he tries to find any injuries. The only thing he finds is a rip on your uniform and he’s furious, if the alpha wasn’t dead already he would have ripped his head off. But then Bucky feels the tip of your nose brush up against his mating gland and up his neck and he shudders.
“Omega.” When Bucky pulls back his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen and completely full of lust.
“Is everything ok?” Steve’s voice comes through the comms.
“Kind of. She isn’t hurt but she’s starting her heat, we have to get her out of here.”
“Meet me at the entrance. The jet isn’t too far and- fuck. Bucky you have to move her to a safer room. We have more guards coming in.”
“Fuck. Ok, moving now.” Bucky scoops you up and rushes out of the room trying to ignore the way you keep nipping and licking at his neck. He moves quickly until he finds a room he deems safe enough for you. He listens for footsteps on the other side of the door after setting you down on the table, at least he doesn’t have to worry about a sniper since there aren’t any windows.
“Bucky, what’s happening to me?”
“Doll, you’re presenting. You’re an omega.”
“Your omega?” you whisper, afraid that he’ll say no.
Your question makes his breath hitch. He turns towards you, his eyes dark and lust blown.
“Mine.” he says as he walks towards you with purpose. Standing between your legs as he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. He felt you trying to undo his belt and then the button on his pants but he stops you. “We can’t doll, you aren’t safe.”
“Please, need you.”
“You’ve got me.” He says as he moves to undo your belt and pants. With every passing moment your scent got stronger and so did your heat. Bucky knew he had to do something to help.
He pops the button on your suit pant open and then lowers the zipper, slowly his hand makes its way between your thighs. Running his fingers through your fold he groans at how wet you are. “This all for me ‘mega. Is this for your alpha?”
“Yes, alpha please.” you moan as you feel him circle your clit slowly. Your hips move on their own accord to try and get more friction. He captures your lips with his as he starts to pick up the pace, swallowing all your moans. “More, Bucky more.”
“I got you doll.” he says as he moves from your clit down to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes two fingers in until he’s knuckles deep. You whimper at the feeling. “Look at you so greedy, gripping my fingers so tight.” Bucky begins to pick up his pace before adding another finger. He curves his fingers stroking that spot that has your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your hands gripping on to his shoulders as the knot in your belly tightens.
“That’s it doll, be a good girl for me and cum.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers faster until he feels your walls clench and he hears you scream his name as the knot in your belly unravels. “Good girl.” he praises as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. You whine at the loss while you rest your forehead against his chest as you try to catch your breath. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans at the taste of you, Bucky freezes before he can say anything to you. His attention is on the footsteps rushing towards your position.
The door is kicked open and Bucky goes feral as the scent of the other alphas hit him. He hears all of them inhale and their eyes are fixed on you. Bucky moves so that his large frame keeps you hidden from them.
“We just want a little taste of your omega. She smells delicious.” One of the men says as he steps into the room. Bucky orders you into the corner of the room before he starts his assault on the men that dared even look in your direction. He’s fueled by pure rage and his need as an alpha to protect his omega.
As soon as the last of the guards hit the floor Bucky fixes your uniform before grabbing you and carries you out of the room as Steve tells him it’s all clear.
They rush from the building, Steve leading the way in case anyone else tries to stop them and Bucky has you in his arms. During this whole ordeal your head is fuzzy and all you want to do is strip your clothes and be close to them, taking in their scent. Somehow during this mess you ended up on Steve’s lap, while Bucky handled getting the jet off the ground.
“Alpha.” You call out to Steve. He growls when he hears you call him by his designation. Steve would never admit it but he’s wanted to hear you say that word for a while and hearing it along with your sweet scent and the slick that is pooling in between your thighs he’s sure to go into a rut.
“Omega?”
“Please, need to feel you.”
“You want my knot, sweetheart?” he coos. All you can do is nod. “Use your words baby.”
“Yes, I want your knot.” as you shift to straddle him. Steve rips your clothes off, your inner thighs covered in slick. He lifts you slightly so that he can lower his pants and boxers enough to free his already hard cock. In one swift move Steve buries himself in your wet heat, causing both of you to moan. No matter how many times you’ve been with them it always took you a moment before you could start moving. You relish the stretch and feel of him as you begin to move, His hands around your waist to keep you steady as you grab the straps on his shoulders. Rolling your hips a couple of times you moan as he captures your lips with his. Needing more, you begin to bounce on his cock.
“So needy sweetheart.” Steve groans “take what you need omega. Just like that.”
You mewl at his words as you try to move faster. Steve’s hands move to your hips and he begins to take control as he thrusts up into you. You throw your head back unconsciously baring your neck for him. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna mark you right here.” His teeth grace the junction between your shoulder and neck right where your mating gland is. “Do you want that omega?”
“Y-yes alpha, please.” You say in your lust filled haze, your eyes half lidded and glazed over as you hold onto his shoulders straps tighter. He continues his fast pace as one hand moves from your hip to your swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation causes you to clench around Steve’s cock. Pressure begins to build between your legs, you realize it’s his knot.
“I can feel you’re so close sweetheart. Let go baby.”
His words are all you need for your orgasm to wash over you with a moan of his name, his teeth sinking into your neck. You can feel the bond come to life as he laps at the mark he made. Then you feel his knot catch as his hips start to stutter. With one final thrust Steve spills into you as his knot locks you both into place. Exhaustion creeps over you and you lay with your head on Steve’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep as you hear him praise you.
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Your eyes flutter open and taking in your surroundings you realize you’re in bed just not yours. There’s a slight ache on your neck and you feel almost guilty but you’re not sure why. When you sit up your head feels fuzzy and you groan because of your sore muscles. The sheet that had been covering falls and reveals that you're naked and you’re flooded with confusion. As you look around the room you see a water bottle on the nightstand and you grab it, drinking half of it immediately.
The door opens slowly and you cover your chest unsure of who will walk in but you only see Bucky standing at the door. He smiles at you but as his woodsy scent, mixed with Steve’s warm and comforting scent, permeates through the room a small whine bubbles up and escapes you.
“Where are we?”
“We’re in a safehouse, doll. You presented during the mission.” He tells you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Bucky is breathing heavily as he fights against his most basest instinct to mate and claim you.
Steve stands in the doorway with a tray in his hands but he doesn’t walk in. Instead he hovers around the door, guilt floods the bond. It’s a foriegn feeling to you and your hand goes to your neck as you trace the almost healed mark left there by the blonde alpha.
“Steve, are you ok?”
His smile is small, your question enough to get him to move and he places the tray on the bed opposite Bucky.
“How are you feeling sweetheart?”
“Fuzzy and hot… and really sticky.” you say and they chuckle.
“Eat first omega and then we’ll get you cleaned up ok?”
“Will you stay with me?” you mumble as you look at Steve.
“Of course.”
Steve moves to rest against the headboard and you immediately crawl on his lap. Steve and Bucky take care of you, doing exactly as they said they would, you eat a bit of the fruit that was brought in as well as some yogurt. Then Steve takes you into the shower so that you can wash up. With your new bond set in place though you want to cling to your alpha and he won’t say no to you. Even before you dated there was nothing neither him nor Bucky wouldn’t do with or for you. This moment was exactly what you needed, as you washed each other, it was intimate and comforting. You reassured Steve that you did want him to claim you and to hear you say those words lifted a weight off his shoulders and you felt relief wash over the bond. Once you were both done you headed back into the bedroom as you began to feel slick start to coat your inner thighs again.
This time Bucky would help you through it and you assured him that you also wanted him to claim you. It’s how you found yourself presenting for your alpha. A needy whine spills from your lips when you feel Bucky behind you.
“Alpha please.” you say as you look at him over your shoulder.
“It’s ok ‘mega. I’m gonna take care of you.”
Bucky takes his already hard cock and slides it through your folds. The head of his cock hits your clit and the sensation has you mewling. He groans as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You wiggle your hips once he bottoms out, needing that friction more than anything.
“Please alpha, need you.” you beg over and over until he finally starts to move.
Bucky’s pace is slow at first, he wants to feel all of you. The way you flutter around him when the angle is just right. But the moaning and begging mixed with your sweet scent are all consuming and his pace quickens. Bucky keeps you in place by gripping your hips, the area will be sore tomorrow you’re both too far gone to care.
“Feel so good omega. Like you were made for me.” He growls as he snakes an arm around your body and up to your throat.
The hold isn’t tight but it’s enough for him to pull you against his chest. You take hold of his forearm and your nails dig into his flesh as he begins to tease your clit. The coil starts to tighten again low in your belly as Bucky continues to push you further into unbridled bliss. His breath hits your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear.
“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me? Show your alpha how good you feel?”
You nod as a strangled moan escapes you. Your head lolls to the side as pleasure takes over you. The only thing you’re aware of is Bucky claiming you just as Steve had. His hips falter for just a moment and you feel his knot swelling, locking you in place. Bucky sings sweet praises in your ear as he moves both of you into a comfortable position. You try to fight off the sleep, you want to bask in the joy of this new development but you’re too tired and the warmth Bucky provides is your undoing.
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You walked back into the tower a week later hand in hand with Steve while Bucky offered to carry your bags. Their ruts had started a few hours after your heat began and the week at the safe house was spent being tangled up with each other. At first you had been caught off guard when they said they wanted you to claim them, it was almost unheard of. But you did it and it was one of the most thrilling moments of your life.
Once the elevator opened up to the shared floor the rest of the team slowly filed out to meet you. It was a series of congratulations and hugs for the three of you. Tony had been the most excited about the new development. He was your closest friend and you had confided to him that you wish you could have presented.
Your childhood hadn’t been easy, being rejected by so many people made you doubt what your purpose was. But being in Steve and Bucky’s arms you realized you were meant to be more than just an omega. Never in your life did you imagine that not only would you become a highly important member of a team dedicated to saving people but that you could still be an omega and kickass. You were more than elated that you didn’t present until now because you found alphas that valued you for more than your heat. They gave themselves fully to you so you gave yourself fully to them. And you wouldn’t change a thing about it.
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scar-lie · 8 months
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SERIES MASTERLIST
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NATASHA ROMANOFF
OMEGA MASTERLIST
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Summary : Getting rejected to a head Alpha makes a toll, especially when dangers are roaming around
Pairing : Alpha! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Fem !Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader (Platonic)
Warning : Violence, Smut, unprotected sex, marking, breeding, knotting, blood, nightmare, curse
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Chapter 1
Warnings : Knotting, Unprotected sex (p and v), use and mention of sex toys, Alpha Natasha, Omega Reader, Possessive Natasha, Creampie, Cockwarming
Chapter 2
Warning : Yelling, curse word
Chapter 3
Warning : Curse, Fighting, discomfort, itchy, I think that’s all
Chapter 4
Warnings : Gun, syringe, nightmare, let me know if I miss anything
Chapter 5
Warning : Mention of blood
Chapter 6
Warning : Blood
Chapter 7
Warning : Mention of Blood, Mention of attacked, Thought of violence, arguing,
Chapter 8
Warning : Mention of death and crying
Chapter 9
Warning : Mention of blood
Chapter 10
Warning : Nothing
Chapter 11
Warning : Nothing
Chapter 12
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biteofcherry · 11 months
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Are you making more drabbles or series of farmer Steve because
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Well, it was a spontaneous reply to an ask only, but I always could write some more bits in the future if a fun prompt happened my way 😎
Which is something you tell yourself after that unexpected, spontaneous kiss you dared to initiate when Steve braced his hands on both sides of the wooden fence you were sitting on.
After spending a nearly whole day with him, watching him tend to his animals, awkwardly trying to help out with some tasks - which resulted in a lot of laughing and Steve encouraging you - you felt drawn to him. To his smile; to his calm demeanor; to the care he showed you, his stock, even the wild raspberry bushes growing next to his house.
So when he caged you in between his arms and his irresistibly hot body, flashing that charming smile at you as he teased your bending form, you couldn't help yourself.
You kissed him.
And Steve responded. Deepened it. Made your body sway backwards and held you safe in place with hands that found their way to your hips and back.
His grunted, barely audible 'Mega stirred something in your core.
Still, you broke the kiss with a gasp and slid down the fence; your body brushing along Steve's as you did.
You left him with a promise of bringing him pie tomorrow, then went back to your grandma's house. With each step you took away from Steve, you repeated the words in your head - It's only a hot kiss. I'm going back to the city soon. Only a kiss.
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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Ninth Christmas
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?
Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,
You watched as the flames flickered in the fireplace, ignoring the buzz of your phone again. The library was your favourite room in the X Pack’s house. Dark bookcases lined the walls with a mix of the classics and modern tales along the shelves.
“You’re gonna have to answer that at some point” pushed Logan.
You sighed and flipped your phone over, so it was face down on the couch you were curled up on.
“I don’t know who it is.“ you lied.
“Oh so it’s not Frank then? Trying to make sure that you’re not on your own at Christmas, I didn’t realise you were on such close terms with them.”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, but I’d appreciate it if you’d pick up the phone, then at least he’d stop calling me.”
“What? he called you? Why would he do that?”
“I’m guessing because he cares. He called the Coulsons too.” 
“How did he even know I was here?”
“Well, your list of friends isn’t exactly long, is it?”
“Rude.”
“And it doesn’t really take a rocket scientist, or Sherlock Holmes to figure out where you’d be. Either you’re gonna be back home, which is very unlikely, or with someone you know.”
“Not necessarily. I’ve spent Christmas alone before.”
“But it ain’t pleasant kid, take it from someone who knows and understands.”
You huffed and looked up at the ceiling. 
“You can stay as long as you need to”
You nodded and let out a broken thank you.
“But I might need a favour?”
You cocked an eyebrow.
“You’re asking a favour of a witch that isn’t yours Logan?”
“I am.”
“Go on then. Although I’m not into women if you’re wanting to turn your throuple into a quad.”
“Ha ha ha” Logan replied dryly “I think I’ve got my hands full without throwing you into the mix.”
You snorted with laughter.
“Yeah you might have a point.”
“It is about them though, well, us.”
“OK. This is very vague so far.”
“Jean and I are ready for pups.”
“And Storm?” You answered quickly.
“She’s partly ready.”
“Again vague.”
“She’s scared.”
“Well being a mother is scary. Birth is scary. Even being pregnant can be scary for some.”
“And throw in being a witch into the mix and it’s got her, well, even more scared than she should be.”
“Do you usually dictate how your mates should feel?”
Logan held his hands up in surrender.
“That’s not what I meant.” he sighed “I, how do I put this without sounding like an asshole alpha?”
You said nothing but raised an eyebrow.
“I already sound like one don’t I?”
“I mean……”
“Yes you do.” Came a voice from the doorway. Jean.
“You understand her in ways we never can” she added as she set herself down beside you.
Logan went to interrupt but was cut off by a firm look from his mate.
“You can understand her where we can’t. We don’t know what it’s like to be an omega. To be an omega witch. To be a rarity. When your powers have been a cause of pain, ridicule and questionable childhoods.”
You shot her a stern look.
“And where do I fit in this?” you asked.
“She’s scared her powers will get out of control when the labour starts.” Jean replied.
“Getting ahead of yourselves aren’t you? She’s not pregnant yet.”
“Exactly, she’s not off birth control. She won’t even consider it without having a plan in place.” Logan snarked.
“And that’s her choice and we have to respect that.” Jean added.
“I’m not going to ask her to come off birth control or convince her to let you knock her up just because it’s what you want!” you quipped back.
“Damn straight sister.” Came another voice and Storm stepped out of the shadows.
Both Logan and Jean eyes went wide with shock. 
“How? Why couldn’t we smell you?” Logan almost barked.
“A concealing spell, a damn good one!” Jean frowned.
“Oh I wonder where she learnt that.” You sniggered.
Storm perched herself on the arm of the couch you were sitting on and started to play with your hair and smirked.
Jean and Logan glanced at each other. Storm hadn’t taken the overheard conversation as badly as they’d thought. They quickly discovered they were wrong, as she opened the bond and rushed her emotions through it.
“Don’t ever pull this shit again!” Storm snapped. “You aren’t as discreet as you think you are. White wolf ears, remember?”
“We thought you were sleeping.” Logan replied
“Well, that’s your own dumbass fault.” You quipped.
Storm’s expression softened as she looked down at you, still fiddling with your hair.
“We’ve already spoken. Y/N has agreed to be around during the pregnancy and during the labour. Logan you can speak to the Coulsons about a long term rental on the cottage and you two will be paying for it.”
Logan rolled his eyes as Jean replied.
“Of course.”
“You didn’t tell them the best part!” you added, smirking at Logan.
“Oh of course, she’s going to be godmother.”
“What!!?” Logan was quick to reply.
“Storm, that’s usually a mate decision.” Jean added.
“Yeah, so is trying for a baby.” she quipped back.
Jean and Logan locked eyes and it was obvious to you and Storm that they were mind linking. 
“Well, it makes complete sense. Whoever guides our pup safely into the world should be a godparent.” Jean confirmed.
“And that’s me. You’re welcome.” you replied.
“Great, now we’ll never be rid of her.” Logan threw in and you snorted with laughter.
Meanwhile on the other side of Brookville……….
Steve stood learning against the window frame looking out on to the packs land. Two years ago he had a letter in his hand telling him of his inheritance and now his pack were settled.
Well as settled as a bunch of ex-military reprobates could be. 
“Uncle Steve” called a little voice pulling his attention away from the window. He looked down to see Lila, Clint’s middle child, starting to climb his leg. 
“You k?”
“Yeah, sweetheart I’m ok.” Steve replied lifting him into his arms.
“Face sad.”
“I’m OK.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” Steve spotted a shooting star dance across the sky. “Hey look, you think that’s a star or Santa?”
“Oooting star”
“Shooting star sweetheart.”
“Wish”
“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll make one and you make one, ready?”
“Yes”
Steve closed his eyes and made a wish and peeked as little Lila made hers too. He held her tightly in his arms and planted a soft kiss to the top of her head.
Would he ever gets this? His own child in his arms? He didn’t know anymore, he was starting to think that the chance had been taken away by the mate that rejected him. 
“Everything OK over here?”
Clint asked, picking up on the melancholy in Steve’s scent.
“Yeah sorry, we were looking at the stars.”
“Oooting stars Daddy”
“Oh wow, you make a wish?”
“Yes for Uncle Steve?”
“You used your wish for me?” Steve asked.
“Yep!”
“That’s sweet baby, time to say goodnight though.” Clint replied, lifting Lila from Steve’s arms.
The Barton’s kids made their way around the pack saying goodnight, giving out hugs as they were told to go straight to sleep ready for Santa.
The whisper of little Lila wasn’t missed as Clint carried her upstairs, Laura following as she held  Cooper’s hand and carried baby Nathaniel.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah sweetie.”
“I wished for Uncle Stevie to be happy.”
The remaining pack members turned to look at Steve, who promptly turned back to the window, swallowing hard to try and contain the lump that had formed in his throat. 
‘Let’s hope your wish works sweetheart’, Steve thought to himself waiting for another shooting star. 
On the other side of the room Natasha locked eyes with Bucky and mind linked with him. Bucky frowned at her, she knew he didn’t like mind linking since he was a POW. 
“The Luna you keep dreaming, about what does she look like?”
Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her, which she returned both turning to look at Steve. 
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Can you write a dark!alpha Steve Rogers where his men start to speak vulgarly about his omega!assistant. You know just being very sexual and gross and Steve is just like absolutely not she’s my wife and decides to put his men into place.
Instead of punishing them he brings his omega in and has her suck him off for a good while. By the end her eyes are all watery and her lips are swollen (and maybe she was wearing lipstick that’s all smudged now) driving the men mad. As a final warning that omega is his, Alpha Steve takes his cock and cums all over her face. He makes her leave it on as she goes back to serving his men coffee and refreshments during the meeting.
Man, I hate how I love Steve. So sorry that this is thousands of years late. Hope you see it and like it still. Feedback is much appreciated. Unedited 🩷
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Warning(s): Exhibitionism, dacryphilia, abo verse, m!dom, f!sub, blow job, deep throating, lowkey dark!Steve.
The rims of Omega's mouth felt puffy and numb, the corners of her jaw in pain that was ever-growing; courtesy of her Alpha's inhuman girth. 
Another thick, hot tear trickled down the corner of her flushed face and hung clinging to her skin for a few moments before dropping against the fabric of her pencil skirt with a loud pat. 
Such a sound is rarely ever loud enough to be heard in such a manner. But the dead silence in Steve Rogers' office provided that and the sound of her gagging the perfect atmosphere the ability to almost bounce off the walls. 
Her eyes were bloodshot, nose red and flared as she tried her best to breathe through it and move her mouth along his frankly monstrous length from her spot on the ground between Steve's legs. 
Steve; her husband, her Alpha, her owner. 
Omega did her best to fight against her tight little gag reflex that even after all this time of being together got easily triggered by his fat knot. 
At least, in the beginning. 
Because his wife was all about adjusting to him and his tastes. 
That had been her designated spot in their dynamic from the beginning.
Submit to Steve's authority and obey him without question no matter how depraved his demand or order may be. 
It didn't matter if his potential business partners sat across the table with their breaths heavy and eyes wide at the sight of her fucking her throat on her boss and husband's cock, nimble fingers gently playing with his heavy ballsack.
Omega's task at this moment was to suck Steve's cock and nothing else.
It didn't matter if her mouth felt coarse, or if her throat was trying to force itself shut due to the shame she felt in this humiliating position, the boss didn't care if his precum and your drool was dripping down his assistant's chin and making a mess on the expensive blouse he had bought her.
What mattered to Steve was that he was making a point. 
This girl, looking so pretty with her dark lipstick smudged all over her face and his cock along with her own fingers, lowering her face on his cock obediently until its imprint appeared against the delicate skin of her throat, a bubble of his precum that she would occasionally inhale on accident popping out of her nose as her claim mark nearly glistened next to the fancy pearl neckpiece that she wore, was his.
Body, mind, soul.
And none of these rich pricks would be allowed to entertain any fantasies about her.
As Steve pulled her face off him by her hair and grunted while pumping himself faster and faster to aid his thick, hot release, he knew his territory was marked when the shiny white blobs shot out of his tip and landed against her pretty face.
Omega was gasping for air as her eyes fluttered close, pussy thumping and clenching around air for more. 
Him. 
Steve hummed when he was done emptying his load on his beloved's messy red face until his cum coated it like a literal cosmetic mask.
She rose to her feet without protest or question about her own need when ordered, having been trained to always put her husband and Alpha first.
For good things came when he was pleased.
The slick between her legs was noticeable as Steve tasked her with going about her part in the meeting, slapping her ass for good measure as she walked by.
The sound reverberated off the walls in a manner that was nothing less of a warning. 
A threat. 
The men felt embarrassed under Steve's eyes when Omega bent to fetch the refreshments and as though it wasn't already noticeable enough, unknowingly made show of the huge damp spot that had appeared on her ass, extending downwards in thick streaks.
It was honestly commendable how she was managing with carrying out her orders as well as she was irrespective of how hot her insides were as they bubbled over and created an actual puddle in her panties that grew heavier by the passing minute. 
All of that was for Steve.
And no one else. 
Certainly not these pathetic men who could only enjoy an Omega out of force or payment. 
And never how Steve had while simply lounging in his chair. 
No.
They could never even hope for something similar. 
Steve made sure that they didn't.
For after they had left and he praised his Omega before taking her home to reward her for being such a good girl for him in more ways than one, he had made a phonecall. 
And the men were never seen again. 
They were made to vanish into thin air.
As though they had never even existed to begin with. 
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Cruel Summer (Chapter 2)
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader
Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.
Well, if you don't count the fact that his childhood friend and best pal James Buchanan Barnes is currently on trial for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Paired with his responsibilities as an Avenger, there's a lot on his plate.
Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.
You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.
And then you meet Steve.
Life can't get worse... right?
Chapter Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, mentions of medical injuries, Hydra, sexual tension between Steve and the Reader, past mentions of an alcohol/drug abuse, past mentions of physical abuse and domestic violence, feelings of loneliness, elder child syndrome, vaginal fingering, and mild sprinkles of Possessive!Steve.
Additional Notes: I can’t even with myself. This chapter turned out to be wayyyyy longer than I thought it would be. My muse sorta just ran wild with this one. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy! I had tremendous fun writing this one.
As always, apologies for any writing mistakes!
And as always, if you’d like to read chapter two of this fic on my AO3, you can read it here.
Word Count: 7961
Steve was still watching you even after you had managed to find a room for Bucky.
He watched as you instructed Clint and Natasha to lay the other Alpha down onto the bed, and asked if Bucky could take off his own shirt. When the brunet shook his head no, you slowly took off his blood-soaked shirt yourself.
A deeply pained noise came from Natasha. It seemed like someone had stabbed Bucky with a shard of glass in his stomach, and now there were little pieces that needed to be dug out.
You let out a soft sigh.
This would take a while.
“Keep laying there, James. I will need to get my things in order to take out the glass.” he heard you say.
So, left to lay there on the bed, Bucky tried to desperately look up at the white ceiling, ignoring how bright the lights in the room were. It was definitely giving him whiplash.
“What happened, Yasha?”  he heard Natasha whisper to him. Craning his eyes over, he managed to look over at the redhead. “Someone tried getting into a fight with me at the County Jail,”  he sighed. “I knocked them out, but they managed to get me with the glass, and the bullets in my shoulder were from a security guard.”
“Security guards have guns now? Since when?”  Clint’s surprised, but a low hiss caught Natasha and Bucky’s attention. Clint and Natasha continued to squabble back and forth in Russian, much to Bucky’s amusement.
Steve had found himself walking inside, just as you had come back, nearly all of your tools at the ready.
Choosing to ignore the squabbling Mated Pair, you pulled up the rolling stool, which you found that you liked. Call it a childish thought, but you liked rolling around in it.
“My cousin will have to look over your arm to see if anything is amiss, James,” you informed him as you grabbed your tweezers. Switching to Russian, just like how Clint and his former student were doing, in order to not garner any suspicion, you heard Bucky begin speaking.
“Your cousin works here too, huh?”  Bucky sounded amused. You, being you, just rolled your eyes in a nice old-fashioned way of saying that you weren’t being hurtful. “Yeah. She is. She works as an engineer.”  You answered him seeing the corners of his lips beginning to twitch upwards into a smile. “You enjoyin’ your work so far?”  he questioned. “It pays me well, so…”  you were openly shrugging, causing Bucky to chuckle deeply, despite the pain. You managed to take out a few more pieces. The glass was small, and he twinged a little.
“Stay still, James.” Steve heard you speak in English. He knew Clint and Romanov were still bickering in Russian. It was how they showed their love. He had no idea what they were arguing about, but whatever it was, it probably wasn’t all that important.
But what really gave him the whiplash was how fluent you were in Russian. He knew that Bucky spoke Russian. After staying in Siberia for so many years before his handlers had given him to Alexander Pierce, he had a sinking suspicion that his old pal was probably fluent in another language.
You though?
He was surprised. Adamantly surprised. His Alpha stirred within him, that deep primal part inside of him, growling at the thought of you and Bucky being so close. You were smiling at him, and he was smiling at you, too!
It made that horrible sinking feeling come back. For a moment, he thought that the two of you knew each other. Maybe you two had met before? You seemed so carefree around him.
However, Steve didn’t have time to dwell on these dark thoughts, because then you were talking. To him. “Captain Rogers?” your voice floated in the room. It was like a light at the end of a tunnel. It brought him back. Made him screw his head back on. Made him focused again. “Can you come here for a second please?”
He was walking. He was walking even before he even knew what the hell he was doing. Heavy footsteps made their way towards you as you looked at him. Somehow, you had put on your face mask. The light blue surgical mask was snug, the white cotton perfectly and happily situated behind your ears. Handing him the plate of broken glass colored with red, his hands brushed over yours.
One could call it a weird feeling, the way you reacted when it happened.
Almost immediately, you felt like seizing up. An electrical current swept through you. If possible, your eyes might have even widened like an anime character in shock. Or surprise. Either or worked really well at this point.
“Can you get my sewing kit too? I think I forgot it in my office… oh… here’s the key. My office should be straight down. On your left. Fourth door.” You informed him, your gloved hands grabbing your lanyard around your neck, which had your keys hanging on it. Procuring it off of you, you handed your keys to him.
“Yes ma’am.” Steve’s response had your skin tingling. Your Omega was purring, and you desperately wanted her to shut up before she got both of you in trouble because she was being a thirsty bitch.
Cause really, for reals, you did not need that shit right now.
You watched as Steve left the room, making sure to close the door behind him. It left you alone with Clint and Natasha, who, for some reason, had stopped their disagreement about security guards and guns.
“… You like him, don’t you?”  Natasha smirked. You spluttered. “No!”  You exclaimed, a little too quick for her taste.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Oh, she totally does.”  Clint was nodding in complete and utter agreement as horror overtook your face. “I do not!”  came your fiery protest. “I have sworn off dating, I’ll have you know!”
“Yeah? Then why did you go on a date last night with Steve?”  Natasha raised an auburn eyebrow, a questioning look on her face.
You said nothing.
Still reeling in shock of how the hell she had known that.
“Come on. When he said he met someone who worked in Medical, I had my suspicions. But when Tony said it was one of the Omega cousins he hired when we were still at the Tower? I knew it was you.”
Still saying nothing, Natasha brought you into a hug. Clint stroked your hair like how a dad would, comforting you.
“Oh malen'koye solnyshko,”  her soothing tone had you remembering the day. “You deserve to be happy after what happened with you and your cousin. If your happiness is with Steve, then it’ll happen. Don’t close yourself off like I did. Look what happened when I allowed myself to open up. I married this dumbass.”  Natasha gestured to Clint, who had the decency to gasp in mock offense. “I thought you loved me Tasha,” he whined.
“I do dunderhead,”  was Natasha’s cool response. This however, just sent the two of them off into another bickering match about god knows what. Grabbing a cotton ball, you soaked it in cool water and a little bit of soap, so you could clean the wound. Gently dabbing it on the skin, you watched as Bucky’s face slowly relaxed.
“Are they always like that?” Bucky muttered, his voice deep and scratchy. “Uh-huh,” you responded, finishing cleaning up the wound.
The door suddenly opened.
You were the first to turn around.
Alpha, your Omega sighed dreamily, in awe of the fine specimen standing at the door. If you didn’t know any better, you probably thought she would have fallen to her knees drooling.
Something like that.
And you weren’t going to disagree with her. Steve Rogers stood at the door, his shoulders broad. His stature with tall. He was beefy, for a lack of a better word. You could see the way his muscles ripped through his white shirt, making you wonder if his shirt had been smaller on purpose. Maybe he was trying to show off? Or maybe that was the grandpa in him speaking? Maybe he just picked out smaller shirts cause he didn’t know how to shop for the right shirts?
That was a possibility.
As Steve strode towards you, sewing kit in hand, when he handed your keys and kit over, your hands accidentally brushed together again.
There it was.
That spark that ran up your spine. You were looking up at him, staring, no, gazing into those baby blues that stared back at you with such intensity. You were holding a breath because his stare was just that compelling. You felt as if you were a moth being drawn to a flame. And that flame in question being Steven Grant Fucking Rogers.
“Thank you,” you managed to stammer out before hastily snatching your things back. Putting your sewing kit next to you on the little table, you grabbed your thread and your needle.
“I’m going to need to stitch this and burn it shut,” you told the other brunet supersoldier. His jaw clenched, and Bucky gave you a short nod. “And,” you continued, “—my cousin will need to come down to see what’s up with your arm after I remove the bullets. Just in case.”
“You’re the doctor,” Bucky tried to joke, making the smallest trace of a smile begin to tug at your lips.
“Okay, stay still…”
After finishing sowing the wound and burning it shut, you had carefully removed all the bullets from Bucky’s metal arm, and once you called your cousin, she came down with all of her stuff.
However, you couldn’t stay long in the room, because of the other Omega’s had knocked on the door, claiming to need your assistance. So, you left Bucky in the care of your Omega cousin. Sadly for Steve, he was needed for something too. Therefore, Clint and Natasha were alone to man the joint. They promised you that they would look after Steve’s best pal.
With that all situated and in order, you and Steve left the room.
As the two of you made your way down the hall, Steve suddenly asked you, “How do you know Buck?”
It had been enough to make you freeze. Right on the spot.
You really had hoped he was as dumb as some people on the Internet thought he was.
But alas, he was not.
You swallowed thickly.
“Winter Soldier stuff.” was your quiet response. It wasn’t like you were lying. You were telling him the truth. Just… not all of it.
“Winter Soldier stuff?” Steve echoed you, just as quiet as you had been.
“Winter Soldier stuff.” You confirmed. Continuing to walk down the hall, you were suddenly stopped again. This time, by Steve grabbing your arm. It sent that weird tingle up your arm again. He found a little spot where no one would look, guiding you through different dark hallways until he found an unoccupied room that no one was using.
“What are you—“ you were cut off by Steve.
Steve, who suddenly had you against the wall and was pressing himself against you.
You!
You could smell him. You could smell all of him. You could even feel something solid pressed against you, all the way up into your inner thighs.
However, you could not dwell on that thought.
Oh no, you could not.
Nope.
Cause then, he said—
“Have dinner with me.”
You blinked.
Like, blinked blinked.
“Again?!”
“You want me to— to—“ You stammered through your words. “Yes,” Steve couldn’t help but snap.
“What?” You were astonished. Astonished! Truly at a loss of words!
“Why?” You questioned him. Mostly in disbelief.
Steve was leaning into you. Suddenly, you could see that those blue eyes were much, much clearer. In a deeper sense. You could see how blue they were, and that was throwing you in a for a loop.
“You’re… you’re…”
Steve wanted to scream at himself.
He hated this.
He hated how you made him feel like he was small again. Life before the serum. Before he had been injected with the serum, he had been small. Skinny. Sickly. A weak excuse of an Alpha by his father’s standards. It hadn’t been enough when his father would come home, drunk. He had tried, he had tried so hard to protect his mother, but he had been too small. Too tiny. However, when he had gotten the serum, suddenly, he could fight back against him. It was easy. It wasn’t as hard anymore. But then, his mother had passed away from tuberculosis, and his father had passed away from alcohol poisoning.
When he had been younger, when he had been smaller, he could never get the dames. It always had been Bucky. Bucky was the model Alpha. He was tall, he was charming. He had this suaveness about him, this ease. Deep down, Steve had wanted that. He had wanted to be noticed like Bucky. He had wanted to know what it felt like, to not be passed on when he went to dance halls.
Getting the serum though, it was suffocating. He felt like people only had wanted him because he was this new person. They didn’t see Steve. They saw Captain America, they saw this beefy, strong person. They didn’t even pause to see the Steve that had always been in there, the small Steve.
You made him feel like he was that Steve again.
Small Steve. Skinny Steve. Weak Steve, who could barely throw a punch. Not Big Steve, who could easily beat up bullies in a matter of seconds.
It infuriated him.
And, he also didn’t know if he should have screamed or not.
As you looked at him, desperately searching for something to say, you could see it.
You had heard Tony Stark remark once or twice, about Steve being America’s “Golden Boy” and how “Spangles couldn’t do anything wrong. He was practically perfection itself.”
Looking at him now, so intensely and so deeply— you knew.
Tony Stark, for the first time in his life, was wrong.
Steve Rogers was not perfect. There was a deeper, darker part of him that lingered.
… and you were staring at it right in the face.
You swallowed thickly, trying to resolve some of that tension because Steve was emitting some strong ass pheromones and it was making your eyes water a little. Your Omega bristled from within you, rapping her paw against her cage, glaring at you.
Alpha is angry. Must comfort Alpha.
You brought him a little closer. You stepped up, right up on your tiptoes, cause Jesus freaking Christ, was he tall. He was massive and tall. Dear Lord. Sweet baby Jesus.
Carefully, you placed your face into the crook of his nose, gently nuzzling your nose against his Scent Gland on his neck. A soft little rumble came from you, in an effort to calm him down.
Steve’s Alpha, who had been thrashing inside of him, suddenly stopped. His Alpha stared. His Alpha let out a shudder, overwhelmed by his Omega. Steve scrambled, desperately gasping for air. You just held him closer as he buried his face into your neck.
When his tongue darted out to lick at your Gland, you weren’t ready. You weren’t prepared for it. So, it came as a shock to you when his tongue licked your gland thickly, running it over the corded muscle.
You whimpered.
Actually whimpered.
It was a mix between a whimper and a gasp, as your body stretched upwards, stepping back onto your tiptoes again. Steve just groaned against you, his breath faltering slightly. Your own breath shuddered as you inhaled the scent of wood and spicy black pepper, feeling your body beginning to tremble under his intense scent.
Your Omega though?
She was liking this.
She was very much in the pro camp of this Alpha. Whatever he was doing, he could keep doing it.
It was totally worth it.
Five Gold Stars. All the way.
You and Steve were both breathing heavily as you tried to desperately piece your mind back together.
“M’ gonna smell like you all day,” Was all you managed to squeak out.
Steve’s voice was rough when he answered you. His Alpha felt a deep sense of pride when he realized that you would be smelling like him all day. His erection became hard against your inner thigh when he realized that you’d smell like him.
Jesus, it was far too early to get fucking blue balls. For fucks sake.
Omega. Smells like our Omega now.
Our Omega now.
“Good.”
Meanwhile, around the same time with your cousin and Bucky…
“What’d you do this time, Sasha?”
Natasha and Clint agreed to give the two of you space and were playing guard outside.
So that left your cousin alone with Bucky.
Bucky’s arm had been removed and put on the counter as he watched the young, sweet-smelling Omega look over his metal arm. She had come down after you called her, telling her how Steve, Natasha, and Clint had come down the halls of Medical, saying that Bucky had needed assistance. Considering that she was an engineer, they thought her to be best suited to the task of overlooking anything wrong with his arm.
So, here she was.
“Got into a fight,”  the dark-haired Alpha shrugged. Your cousin gazed up from where she had snagged a mask on her face. “Huh,”  Was her surprised reaction. “I thought that would’ve been Captain Rogers. Not you.”
“Things change.”  Bucky’s response had her letting out a very unladylike snort. “Really? Cause if I remember correctly, Captain Rogers had been the one to jump out of a plane once. Without a parachute.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched. His eyes might have twitched too.
“The punk did what now?” Having switched to English, she knew that Bucky was starting to become enraged. “He jumped out of a plane. Without a parachute.” She repeated.
Your cousin saw him scowling. “Why that little shit…”
“You know him better than anyone else. Well… other than my cousin. She went on a date with him yesterday. I texted my family. I think they’re gonna get together.”
“And what about us?” Bucky suddenly asked her. Your cousin swallowed, and Bucky wished she would have taken off the damn face mask so he could see her face properly. To understand what she was thinking. What her reaction would be. But, as she averted her eyes down and hastily grabbed the cup full of misshapen bullets, he grabbed her arm with his flesh hand.
When had he gotten out of the bed? Didn’t he know he was injured?
… Oh right. Supersoldier. He probably healed really fast. And from what you had told her, he was probably almost good to go.
Your cousin sank back into him. His front pressed up against her back as she tried hard, really hard to not make a noise as his thumb pressed over her gland on her neck.
“I don’t know what they’re going to do with you after your trial’s over,” your cousin mumbled.
“I don’t either,” the Alpha answered truthfully. This led to your cousin sighing softly.
Bucky could smell her. He could smell all of her. The scent of cinnamon and brown sugar was slowly making its way up towards his nose. He knew as soon as she told him if his metal arm had suffered any injuries to it, or if it had any dents in it, or none at all— that this specific time with her would be over.
It was a true letdown.
“The bullet didn’t damage any of the metal plates of your arm,” she said, swiftly changing the subject.
“That’s nice,” Bucky hummed, rubbing his nose all up against her gland, his scent exploding. She was suddenly surrounded by the pleasant smell of a salty beach. The scent of sandalwood and salty air filled her nose, making her sigh against him. She suddenly squirmed, regaining her focus. Not to mention, the current issue at hand. “You-you're distracting me,” she said with a huff.
Bucky just scoffed. “Me? Distracting you? Never. You wound me, solnyshko. I would never.” To make himself appear even more of a wounded pup, he put his flesh hand on his heart in mock hurt. Your cousin however, was buying none of his shit, and instead, she scowled at him. “Don’t play the victim with me, Sasha. You’re gonna make me smell like you.” she snarked at him.
“And what’s wrong with that?” He shot back. She made a deep noise in the back of her throat. “What’s— what’s—“ she spluttered, in shock.
When she saw his growing smirk, she nearly smacked him on his shoulder. It didn’t matter which one, because her cheeks were flushing in embarrassment.
So, she did what she did best.
She smacked him on the shoulder.
“Ow!” But Bucky wasn’t really all that hurt. He was a supersoldier, after all.
“You’re insufferable.” she snarled at him. “You like it when I’m insufferable,” Bucky was smirking down at her, looking almost how he used to. For a moment, she wondered, Was this how James got all of the women back in the day? By being charming? Had that been it?
“C’mon you two! Hurry it up in there!”  Clint shouted, breaking her train of thought. A deep rumble vibrated through Bucky’s chest in annoyance. “I’m going to smack his head in,” was all that Bucky grumbled under his breath, making the Engineer Omega roll her eyes.
“I heard that, Yasha.” Natasha’s voice was heard from behind the door. It made Bucky scowl deeply.
“… they didn’t ruin the metal plates of your arm,” he heard her saying.
It made Bucky blink in confusion.
Suddenly brought back into the present.
“Huh?”
“The bullets, Sasha. The bullets. They didn’t ruin the metal plates on your arm.” she deadpanned.
“Oh.”
That horrible sinking feeling of realization that his time with this Omega was now over sunk into him. Holding her desperately in his arms, Bucky didn’t budge.
“No. Don’t. Stay, please,” he begged.
“James, I can’t—“ Her voice nearly broken by how desperate he looked. He looked so lost. She knew what that felt like. Once upon a time, she felt that way. Lost. Looking for her place in the world.
“Please.”
She felt him bury his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. A soft little growl came from the Alpha Supersoldier. It sounded almost like a snarl, really.
His tongue poked out before he gave a lick at her gland.
And he did it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
He licked, lapped, and sucked on her gland until all he could smell was his scent dripping from her.
Her toes curled upwards as her back arched, leaning back further into him. Something akin to a whine mixed in with a whimper filled the room.
Just then—
The door immediately swung open. Your cousin let out a shriek of surprise, while her Omega shrieked in anger.
She had been this close! This close!
“Oh fuck you Jesus!” Clint shrieked.
Both Bucky and her were surprised, horrified, and then confused.
Oh fuck you Jesus?
As far as Bucky was concerned, he had grown up Catholic, but he could safely say that his faith wasn’t all that important to him, considering the fact that his mind had been put in a blender for the past seventy years.
And you and your cousin’s families were still Shaman. So…
Yeah, it was safe to say that your cousin and Bucky were clearly bamboozled.
“Come on, Yasha, we need to go.” Natasha practically grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling and tugging her former teacher. Lugging him along.
“But—“ Bucky began to protest, but Natasha was having none of it. “No. We need to take you back. Before anyone notices that you’re gone. And they’ll call General Ross if they can’t find you.” Natasha insisted.
With the mention of General Ross lingering in the air, Bucky’s good mood dampened. Natasha continued to usher him out towards the door, pushing and shoving him the entire way.
When they reached the threshold, Bucky turned back wildly, looking at the sweet-smelling Omega.
Their eyes locked.
And then the door closed between them. Separating them once again.
Later that day, with you in the cafeteria…
You had been in the middle of eating when you heard footsteps approaching you.
For one second, you thought it was your cousin. Or Natasha. Or Clint.
But no.
It wasn’t your cousin. Or Natasha. Or Clint.
No.
Nooooo.
“Spare a seat for me?”
It was Steve.
Steve!
You turned around a little, seeing the broad-shoulder Avenger standing right behind you, holding a tray of food in his hand, and a water bottle. Said food on his plate looked like a freaking mountain. It reminded you of all your Hmong dude cousins whenever you had gone to family functions after coming to the US.
You just patted the table. Steve sat across from you, beginning to eat his lunch. The two of you ate your lunch in silence.
After finishing your lunch, you had been quickly called back into Medical. Getting up, you were about to head out until you felt someone place their hand on your shoulder.
The wafting scent of woody black pepper filled your nose.
“… we’re still on for tonight, right?” Steve’s voice brought you out of your haze. “H-Huh? O-Oh… right… yes, yes. It’s still on. Why?” You questioned him, finally turning around so that you could look at him.
When Steve didn’t answer, a horrified look overcame your face. “Steven,” you gasped, using his full name, so you were being serious. “… we’re not going somewhere fancy, are we?”
“What?” Steve exclaimed. He thought you were about to say something worse like you had gotten food poisoning and that was why you couldn’t go tonight.
This gave him somewhat of a relief.
“No. We’re not going anywhere fancy, Omega. We’re just gonna go for a drive.”
That made you raise an eyebrow. “On the motorcycle, right?” Steve nodded in confirmation.
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then, Captain Rogers.”
You resisted the urge to giggle at his dumbfounded face when he watched you walk out.
Later that night…
You were doing some last final touch-ups at the mirror near your door when your phone chimed.
Your phone was on the little table where your mirror was, and your apartment keys were in the little ceramic bowl you had bought from Target. Or was it IKEA? You couldn’t remember.
Anywho, you had been checking your face out, to see if anything looked wonky before you picked up your phone. The caller ID read Steven Grant Rogers.
You made a quick mental note to change it to just Steve Rogers soon. Pressing the green phone button, you put your phone to your ear.
“Hello?”
“I’m five minutes away.”
An eyebrow shot up.
“You’re not supposed to call me while you’re driving! What if you got into a motorcycle accident?” You hissed into your phone. “Then you can sow me up like you did with Buck,” Steve’s causal response had you nearly growling at him. “No! I won’t be able to sow you up Steve! You’ll be sent to the ICU! I will not be caught dead in the ICU!”
“… Relax, I’m at your apartment’s parking lot. I was pulling in.” You audibly let out a sigh of relief.
Speaking of the ICU, you would never step foot in there ever again. You had never been there, and you were planning to keep it that way.
You wouldn’t ever be caught dead in there. Hell to the no. you’d rather be caught dead in a strip club or something like that. Anywhere but an ICU.
Maybe you’d go out like one of those tragic anime deaths. Impaled by a sword, maybe? Or in a heroic badass kinda way, like in that one magic anime that you had watched recently? Who knows.
“Oh. Okay. I’ll come out and meet you.”
Swiping on some chapstick, you quickly smacked your lips together before you hung up. Grabbing your purse, you did a quick check to make sure you had all of your necessities in your purse before grabbing your apartment keys out of the bowl.
Sliding your phone into your purse, you locked the front door before you headed into the staircase to get to the parking lot.
Your Omega, oh she was excited. Overjoyed. Truly over the moon. If possible, you imagined her jumping for joy at the thought of spending time with her Alpha. She was bouncing around happily in her cage, gleeful.
The damn bitch.
Steve heard your incoming footsteps as he got off his motorcycle. You were looking at his death trap of a vehicle with a critical look in your eyes as if you were mapping out all of the possibilities that could happen if you didn’t wear a helmet.
It still baffled you that Steve didn’t wear a helmet. He didn’t wear one! It was horrifying to you! You were still shocked!
But then again, he was a supersoldier. And Steve Rogers prided himself on driving and obeying the speed limit. It was things like this that made you remember that he was still somewhat a grandpa.
“I hope you don’t mind that we’re going on a picnic today,” said Steve shyly. “Stargazing?” You were interested. You had grown up in an okay neighborhood, having been stuffed in a dingy three-bedroom apartment after arriving in the States, before your family had moved to a house big enough to house all eleven of you, including your nine other siblings, and your parents. You hadn’t been able to lay on a hill and stargaze as a young adult, but after the whole ordeal, you had watched a lot of coming-of-age movies and had wished to stargaze at least once in your life.
“Yeah. First time?” Steve asked you as he handed you a helmet. Clipping the buckle in your place and climbing in behind him, “Yeah. I never did it when I came to the States. My family and I— we stayed in this shitty apartment that had three bedrooms and the complex was weird. And then after we moved to our house, I never got to do it.”
“I never asked where you guys managed to settle,” Steve remarked. “We settled in Fresno for the first few years. But then my family moved to Michigan. They’re still there, actually. They liked the weather there better. California’s not known to have many seasons,” you remarked dryly.
Steve’s chuckling made a small smile crack onto your face. You suddenly looked softer. Gentler. Like five years had been completely wiped off of your face. You looked less stressed.
Kicking the engine on, you heard his motorcycle roar to life as you clung to him, burying your head into his shoulder.
“Hold on tight.”
The woods.
Steve had brought you to the frigging woods.
Now. You didn’t hate the woods. But, after watching a thriller movie that took place in the woods, you were still a little weary as Steve carried the picnic basket that contained sandwiches, water bottles, and the blanket. You were following him like an obedient little soldier, the leaves crunching under your feet.
You were thankful that your job kept you on your feet all the time because if you hadn’t been as energetic as you were, you probably would have been super tired by the time you and Steve had trekked up to the hilltop.
After setting the blanket down, the two of you munched on your sandwiches as Steve pointed out any constellations he could spot.
“… And there’s Orion’s Belt… oh, and there’s the one with Perseus and Andromeda,” Steve pointed up at the sky. You watched with rapt attention as the stars twinkled above both of you.
“This is nice, you know.” You said softly. “What? Stargazing?” Steve shot you a bewildered look. “No,” you chuckled, “—this. Having a break. It’s nice. This is nice.”
“Yeah?” He had moved a little closer to you. In this position, sitting so close to him that the two of you were practically hip to hip, you could see how blue his eyes were. They were enchanting, if you said so yourself.
“Yeah,” the tone in your voice had shifted to something lower, softer. “Haven’t felt like this for a while. Safe. Feels like… I’ve always been doing something, y’know? Before I came to the US… I was always looking out for my younger siblings and my first stepmom. My dad was at war and all I could do was look after us because I was the eldest. Even when we came to the US… I always felt like I had to do more. Always. I had a duty to do. I couldn’t… get a break.”
As Steve listened to you, he found himself sympathizing with you. Even though he had been an only child, he could relate to being the person that held his family together. Packing his own lunch, helping his father whenever his father had woken up from a hangover with his cures at the ready, putting the bandages and creams on his mother because she had been too weak to do it herself. Hell, even buying and packing a separate set of clothes for himself using his piggy bank money because his dad consistently blew off his mother’s paycheck on booze and his mom had been too afraid of standing up to him because she knew what his temper was like.
And the part about never having a break?
Yeah, he could relate to that too. After getting the serum and being forced between a rock and a hard place with either being stuck in a laboratory to be poked and probed at with needles as if he were just a mere bear or being stuck doing those stupid tours and choosing to do those tours, instead of doing what he really wanted to do; fight for his country— well, it certainly put things into perspective.
Thanks to the serum, he could survive with less sleep. So whenever he could sleep, he allowed his thoughts to run wild.
Oh boy, did he have many thoughts. Sometimes, he thought about what was the point in doing all of this. Why would he do these tours, be forced to do shows, and be a dancing monkey when a war was going on? When people were risking their lives to defend their country, to fight against fascism and he was still there, punching a fake Adolf Hitler in the face? What was the point in doing all of that?
Really, what had been the point? But after rescuing Bucky, only to lose him again when he fell off the train, Steve had once again found himself in that hard place. So when he crashed the plane on purpose, he thought that maybe, just maybe, there would be peace.
That he would be free.
But then he had been frozen in ice for over seventy years and when he had been unfrozen, instead of seeing old friends, all of his friends were either old or dead.
And suddenly, just like when he had lost Bucky, he had been in the same place. Struggling to figure out just where he belonged. It was why he had immersed himself in all of those missions, before the whole Hydra situation. He thought, maybe if he had found himself with a distraction, that he could push those unwanted feelings of craving someplace to belong, to finally feel like his worth meant something— that it wouldn’t bother him.
He had been wrong.
It had fucking bothered him. Hydra was still active after all these years. Peggy had hired Zola. She had allowed Hydra to fester and grow like a virus and had unknowingly allowed it to spread.
Despite popular belief, Steve had never been in love with Peggy. She had been the first female Alpha that he had ever met in his life. Not that she had been the last. Maria Hill was also an Alpha that reminded him of Peggy. But less I’m-going-hire-someone-I-know-who-is-a-Nazi type of way. Sure, at the time, Steve had respected Peggy. But him being in love with Peggy? No. She hadn’t been his type. For the longest time, Steve thought that he had been broken. That he would never find his Omega. His Mate.
Until now.
Until you.
Before meeting the Avengers and you, Steve thought he’d never belong anywhere. That he would never find his own place in this world. That he was truly a man out of time.
Then, he met the Avengers.
Then, he met you.
“… You know… for the longest time, I thought I never would belong anywhere.”
You looked at Steve. He appeared to be deep in thought. “The tours, leading the Commandos, losing Buck, being frozen in ice for seventy years, only to wake up and find everyone I knew and loved were dead? And then finding out that Bucky, the guy who always had my back had been tortured by the hands of Hydra? I’m gonna be honest,” Steve started, “—it felt weird. Suddenly I was thrust into this new world, this new era, and… and it just showed me how much I didn’t belong. I didn’t know what the Internet was. I didn’t know what computers were. I didn’t know what phones were. Hell, I didn’t know what the hell Star Wars or Star Trek was!”
To that, you let out a gasp of pure horror. A deep noise of offense came from you. “Oh, you poor soul!” You cried out. “To not know the gloriousness that is Star Wars or Star Trek? Personally, I’m more of a Star Wars type of gal, but oh my lanta!” You exclaimed, clutching your chest.
Steve just chuckled at the facial expressions on your face. “Don’t worry, I know what they are now. And personally, I’m more of a Star Wars guy myself. I think I’ll introduce Buck to Star Wars and Star Trek when he’s free. I have a strong feeling he’ll like it. He’s a huge Hobbit fan. He read the book in nineteen-thirty-seven when it first came out.”
“Does he know about the sequel?” You inquired with a raised brow.
Steve had an incredulous look on his face. “There’s a sequel?!”
“Yeah! It’s called Lord of the Rings! It’s soooo good!” You nodded eagerly, watching as shock overtook his face.
“I’ll pass it on to him. I’ll buy him the whole entire set of books.” Steve told you seriously.
You let out a giggle.
“I’m sure you will.”
The two of you laid down on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky.
Subconsciously, Steve’s hand reached out for yours. Your hands locked together as his fingers laced into yours.
And before he knew it, he was rolling over on his side so he could face you. So he could look at you.
“I always thought… I always thought that I wouldn’t fit in anywhere. That’d I’d never fit in,” admitted Steve quietly, his eyes withdrawn.
“But then, I met the Avengers. I met you. And… I guess, I think...” He swallowed nervously, “I think… I think now, I’ve found my place.”
He was inching closer to you. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him come closer to you, your noses touching. For a moment, all the two of you could hear were the sounds of your heaving breathing on each other. Looking into each other’s eyes, like the two of you were the only ones that mattered.
And then, Steve suddenly asked you, while his lips were ghosting just right over yours, “Is this okay?”
Was this okay?
Did you want him to kiss you?
Did you want to finally know what his lips felt like on yours?
Did you really want to go that far?
Did you?
Did you really?
While you were debating with yourself, your Omega, on the other hand, was completely on board with allowing this Alpha that she certainly knew, for a fact, that she had fallen head over heels in love with to kiss her. Oh yes, this Alpha had her full permission and consent to do so. Oh yes.
So when you found yourself nodding and leaning in too, your Omega felt as if Christmas had arrived early. She bounced around happily in her cage in uttermost delight, squealing like a teenage girl who had just discovered what a crush was for the first time.
When you had arrived in the States after escaping the war in Laos, you had been reading romance books. Something to ease your mind, to allow you a form of escapism, to get away from all of the chaos that was your life. You had read in books, how first kisses were described like fireworks, or some grand, life-changing event.
However, when you kissed Steve— you didn’t feel fireworks.
You didn’t feel emptiness, either.
You felt as if you were finally home. Like this was where you belonged. His lips were soft and warm on yours. Your lips moved together in perfect unison. Almost like the two of you were cut from the same cloth or something. Some weird saying about a frigging tapestry that you had heard from somewhere down the ole grapevine.
Steve’s hand was inching lower and lower until they had reached the waistband of your jeans. Suddenly opening his eyes, he softly asked through the kiss, “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” you whispered back to him. “It’s okay. Keep going.”
His hand sank past your jeans and dug into your panties, and a low squishing noise echoed.
Your mouth dropped open, a silent moan falling from your lips when his fingers entered you.
A deep guttural groan rumbled in Steve’s chest.
You were warm.
Oh so warm.
You were like a snugly little piece of heaven. Wet, pumping noise echoed as Steve slid his fingers out, before slamming them right back in, seeing how your eyes rolled into the back of your head with every movement.
How could you explain the pleasure that was rotting your brain at this very moment? How could you put it into words?
Well, you couldn’t. You couldn’t form any words, and the only things that were coming out of your mouth were little desperate noises, and croaked, muffled words of “oh god oh god oh god oh god” were the only things that were coming out of your mouth.
For the first time in your life, you were a certified mess. You really hoped you were eligible for compensation because Steve Motherfucking Rogers was going to be the death of you.
And, to put the cherry on top— the little shit had found your clit!
He had found your clit! Usually, nine times out of ten, you usually had to fake your orgasms! Simply because men just couldn’t find it! How hard was it to find a frigging clit anyway? Seriously!
But! But! Steve had found your clit, and he rubbed on it with his thumb while simultaneously slamming his fingers in and out of you, while kissing you like he was a man possessed.
It was as if your mind had hit a wall.
Like, exe. your brain had stopped working type of shit.
All you could smell and feel was Steve. The scent of wood and black pepper had overcome you. His scent was so thick, so pungent that you were pretty sure that after this, you’d reek of him.
Somewhere deep inside of you, that primal part of you knew that this was what he had been planning all along.
And you really couldn’t blame him. That deep psychological primal instinct inside of you that desperately craved an Alpha definitely wasn’t arguing with the pleasure that was rocking through you right now.
When Steve brushed over your clit one last time, you came all over his fingers with a muffled whimper, your entire body seizing up as your hips desperately grinded against the palm of his hand, riding out your orgasm.
Steve pulled away from you as you gasped for air.
You somehow fell forward into his chest, desperately breathing in his scent. Gulping in deep breaths of air.
His fingers were still snug inside of you, not wanting to pull out of this sweet, warm heaven just yet.
“A-Are you… gonna… pull out?” Your voice came out a little wobbly.
“Why? You want me to pull out?” His voice was husky. You resisted the harsh temptation to blush.
“N-No,” you mumbled back shyly.
“Good. Because I’m not going to.” was his response.
Sometime later, Steve had taken you home.
The two of you had driven by endless scenery of green before you were suddenly surrounded by city life again.
The loud chatter of New Yorkers had followed you throughout the motorcycle ride back home to your apartment complex. You lived a good thirty minutes from the Avengers Compound, so you elected to take the subway train every day. Plus, it let you sneak in a little bit of cardio.
So there was that.
Upon reaching your apartment complex, Steve pulled into the parking lot and found an empty parking space, and parked his bike. You hopped off, unbuckling and taking off the helmet, blowing a piece of stray hair out of your face. Propping the helmet on the handle, you adjusted your purse. Just as Steve was getting off of the bike himself.
“I had a really good time tonight,” you uttered softly as you were walking with Steve to your apartment.
Getting out of the parking lot was a good two minutes, but you had to walk around, considering the parking lot was in the back of the whole frigging building. Not to mention, you usually took the stairs.
Opening the door to the staircase, you and Steve began the walk to get to the sixth floor of your apartment complex.
“I did too.”
Jogging up the stairs, you slowly got to the second flight of stairs.
And then the third.
Steve’s hand grasped yours.
And then both of you had gotten to the fourth.
You gave his hand a firm squeeze in return.
… The fifth flight came.
You jogged up the final flight of the stairs with Steve by your side. Digging your hand into your purse, you found your apartment keys. Fumbling with your keys for a split second, you managed to grasp the right key to unlock your apartment door.
Pushing the key inside, you turned it to the left. All the way. You heard the top lock turn and unlock. Then, you unlocked the bottom.
The sounds of the doorknob lock unlocking graced your ears. Grasping the knob, you pushed the door open.
Steve was immediately met with your scent. He could smell it everywhere. It warmed him from his head, all the way down to his toes.
You gave him a look. If possible, Steve thought you looked a little shy.
“Would you like to come in?” You asked him tensely. Trying to test the waters.
Steve didn’t need to speak his response as he followed you inside. As soon as the door closed behind you and you heard the door lock, you turned around.
He didn’t wait.
He just couldn’t wait anymore. You watched as his hands grasped your face.
“Is this okay?” Steve asked.
You gave him a nod.
Something inside of him snapped.
And for the second time that night, Steve Rogers kissed you again.
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sweet-writings9 · 2 months
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Only For Them | one
Summary: A lone omega was on the run from a ruthless alpha. Running was all she knew until she bumped to two certain alphas that would change her life forever. Crazy things happen to her once she realizes that they are her mate. Two mates. How will she able to cope?
Characters: Omega!Fem!reader , Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Bucky Barnes (James Barnes)
genre: omegaverse au, alternative au, love, humor, angst, comfort, yandere
warning: self harm, suicide, dark past, trauma, insecure thoughts
notes: i'm so glad you all really liked the prologue hehe i was so shocked at how many messages i got. you guys are amazing and I'm glad you guys like it so much. Here's the first part which isn't much but it'll soon get better. :) hope you like this. feedback is appreciated! thank you again!
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It was black.
Pitch black.
Nothing was to be seen from miles away.
[Y/N] ran as far as her legs could go. Even with the darkness, she forced herself to keep on moving. She wouldn't stop. She couldn't. She wanted to turn into her wolf form but she couldn't. She panicked as she kept moving.
She wondered why.
Why was she here? Why was it so dark? Where was she?
She was focusing on her running that she couldn't focus on her change form. Her breaths came out rapidly and loud as she couldn't control her breathing from all the running she had done. She didn’t know why she felt so weak. Normally, she would last hours running but now she could barely catch her breath. It felt like she was running for hours. She then turned back to see nothing but darkness getting closer to her which scared her more.
Pitch black.
She didn't know why she was running away or from who but she had that gut feeling telling her to keep moving. She had to. There must be a reason why she was here. She slowly started to slow down as she felt her legs giving out. She fell to the ground as she started to take deep breaths so she can breathe again. Calming down her heartbeat since it was beating rapidly. She sighed as she leaned against a tree big enough to hide her entire body which was a mistake as she started to hear voices around her.
Multiple voices that she's never heard before.
She gasped as she looked around, expecting for someone to come out and laugh at her, revealing all this to be a joke like some alphas from the past that would do it to her all the time; but nothing came which scared her even more.
The waiting. The anxiety was killing her slowly.
She suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from her chest, placing her hand where she felt the pain. She slowly looked down, seeing blood dripping everywhere. Her blood. Her eyes widen as she opened her mouth to yell for help.
But she couldn't.
It was like she couldn't speak.
Like her vocal cords were ripped out of her throats.
Then, she heard those voices again.
"You're nothing but a weak omega!"
"You're just weak. Trash to everyone!"
"Just die already!"
Those words that always have made her heart hurt more than everything. She never showed her weakness to anyone but she felt her heart break each time.
Those words that haunt her everyday since she could remember.
Until she heard that voice. His voice.
"[Y/N]…"
She heard it clearly yet it sounded so far away that she hardly heard it over the other voices. She closed her eyes slowly as she felt the cold ground against her back as she soon blacked out. Still hearing someone calling her name but she couldn't open her eyes. She was slowly dying.
[Y/N] gasped loudly as she sat up and looked around, seeing herself in the middle of a street. She gripped her head as it felt like a pile of bricks fell on her until she heard a loud honk coming from her right. She slowly turned to see a few cars coming her way. Her eyes widen as she quickly got up from her feet and ran away as she heard a few curse words coming from behind her. She ran towards a dark alley and fell on her knees as she couldn’t feel her legs. She felt drips of sweat crawling down of her face as fear was written all over her face. She doesn’t remember anything. Nothing at how she got here. In this city. She was about to get up until she felt a sting feeling coming from her chest.
It was time. 
It was heat season. 
The worst time of the year that she hated so much. 
After all, she was an unmarked omega. 
Every year it would get stronger and more aggressive that she could hardly bear with it but she managed with it. Sadly, she had to stay away from anyone, hide that way she wouldn't be able to attack anyone or the other way around. The heat was something so vicious and it could turn the innocent to monsters. 
She crawled back until her back was leaning against the brick walls as she tried to calm her breathing. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest but she knew that it'll be over soon. She just had to stay hidden and away from everyone, especially Alphas. She didn't know how long she'll be able to manage since she was in New York. In the place filled with all sorts of people. It was the worst time for her to be on heat. She leaned her head back as she closed her eyes and tried to ease her mind and heart. She slowly calmed her body as she fell into a deep slumber.
Yet, who would ever want someone like her? 
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Somewhere out of the city
Tossing and turning, sweat dripping all over his body. Words mumbling out of his mouth as the dream was taking over. He had been like this several night. Ever since he started having these dreams of this woman. This woman that he didn't know at all, but he kept dreaming about her.
Her running away from him.
The more he calls for her. The more far she goes.
It makes his wolf howl for her.
Bucky can't stand it. He needed to see her. To be close to her.
"STOP!" He screamed out as he sat up on his bed, breathing heavily as he looked around to see himself in his room once again.
He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his face that was filled with sweat.
It has been several days since he had been having the same dream. The same person every time. It always ended the same too.
Once he would reach her, she was gone. Vanished like she didn't exist at all.
It would make his chest hurt so much that he just wanted to rip out his heart out to stop all the pain. The disappointment.
He leaned back down as he tried to calm himself down. He turned to the side to find the other side of bed empty where usually Steve would sleep. He sighed as he figured that he must of been called for a mission. He was always out helping everyone unlike him that was still trying to deal with everything that has been happening to him. The nightmares. The triggers that would take him back to the past. His horrible past that he just wanted to erase. Now with these dreams, he felt like he was going even more insane. He had the urge to just go out and find their scent.
Their scent filled with strawberries. Sweet strawberries.
It made his mouth watery just by the thought but he shook his head. After everything he has done, he didn't deserve a mate. No one. He felt out of place, but his friends; Steve and Sam would always help him out.
Mostly Steve since he was his mate.
Sam would annoy him and he'd do the same back to him which would always be a rowdy argument.
With them by his side, the cold walls became warm and welcoming.
Even with the missions he would go to weren't helping him at all. There would be times where something would trigger him and he'd black out and remembering what he used to do back with HYDRA.
Steve noticed right away and would help him out of it, but there was times that it wasn't enough.
He knew that now he couldn't go back to sleep. Too much adrenaline and thoughts going thru his head. He got out of bed and walked to his balcony for some fresh air. He has been doing it ever since the dreams happened. Stayed up all night, trying to forget about her.
The woman that has made his wolf and himself go crazy.
"Who are you?" He whispered as he looked up at the dark sky with stars shining dimly back at him. "Where are you? Why can't I ever catch you?"
Everywhere he looked, he would see mates happily living their lives which he wanted. Just wanted to be normal with a mate, living normally like everyone else yet at the same time he didn't. He knew he didn't deserve that life. He was a killer, well used to be.
He was broken and nobody wanted a mate like him, right?
But he wasn't the only one that was suffering with these dreams. Steve as well.
Steve was up in a hotel in Washington after finishing his mission, he decided to stay the night and leave early morning for NYC to see Bucky. He was concerned for him. He worried for his friend and mate. He knew everything Bucky went through and he was there when Bucky laid it all for him. He didn't judge him at all since he couldn't understand the pain he was going thru.
Yet, he was by his side no matter what.
Nothing would change that. He was his mate after all.
They had been mates ever since they were little and the time that they were apart was torture for them. When they met once again, they were so happy to find each other again. So happy yet they still felt incomplete.
Like something was missing. More like someone.
He felt the same as Bucky, not being worthy of being someone else's mate. He felt like he didn't deserve it.
He didn't deserve a mate.
Didn't deserve that woman in his dreams as well.
The strawberry scent filled his nose and his wolf would howl in joy. He didn't understand whom this person was.
Why he had this effect just by the thought of her?
He sighed as he looked outside of his window as he wondered if that woman was real or just a figure of his imagination.
"This is just ridiculous..." He mumbled to himself as he headed towards his bed and turned off the lamp.
Pitch black all over his room as he laid back down on his bed, trying to get some sleep.
He hoped that morning would come sooner so he can go back to Bucky. He admitted that he missed his mate. His friend. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, hoping to forget about that woman that's been in the back of his head ever since the dreams started.
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bucksangel · 4 months
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milk and sugar
pairing: alpha!steve x alpha!bucky, alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au part two
word count: 5.1k
summary: “Are you nervous?” Steve asks, voice soft and caring. His hand settles on your arm, and Bucky appears beside you to place his hand on your back, as well as take one of your hands in his metal one. And despite your earlier anxiety, you mean it wholeheartedly when you say, “no.” or - it’s your first date with your alphas.
warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff, reader has insecurities, steve and bucky are adorable and caring, steve is very nervous bc he’s a romantic, like it’s almost unbearable how much of a pure puppy he is, bucky is extremely fond and a little teasing (bc of course he is), omegaverse, kissing, there are bits where it’s just steve and bucky
a/n: this fic doesn’t contain smut, however, due to the nature of my blog this is strictly 18+
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‘Good morning, darling.’
That’s the text you received from Bucky at nine that morning - in the group chat he’d made with Steve and you. And while you normally sleep in on Sundays since your studio is closed, you’d woken up early - seven to be exact -  due to the anxiety you’ve been feeling ever since your art class ended yesterday.
Truthfully, you didn’t really sleep well anyway. Going on a date with not just one, but two Alphas at the same time has you on edge - though, not in a bad way. No, not at all. These are the good kinds of nerves, the exciting kind.
Well, okay, not all of your nerves are positive. Being naturally shy and reserved has caused you to overthink every single interaction you’ve had with the Alphas, both together and separately. And now that you’re going on this date, you can’t help the way your insecurities come creeping in faster and faster as it gets closer.
Because what if they decide they don’t like you after they actually get the chance to know you? What if they don’t even pay much attention to you and treat this as a date with just them since that must be what they’re more used to? What if you say or do something wrong and they get scared away?
Now, logically, you know those first two outcomes are absurd. Over the past few weeks, they’ve each shown extreme interest in getting to know you, they show how much care they have for you, and oh boy does that knowledge make your heart flutter. It makes you feel good, really good about yourself.
But that last point? Well, that is a big insecurity of yours. As a child, you weren’t that open and didn’t have many friends. And it was hard to make new ones when you would always stutter and trip over yourself, causing many of the kids you’d gone to school with to laugh at you. You were so shy, always the shortest kid in your class which made you an easy target for bullying, especially since you couldn’t hold a conversation well and you’d constantly accidentally bump into someone. It’s honestly a surprise that Tori had stuck around this long.
And, to be completely honest, you think you could deal with them maybe not finding you as interesting as they probably thought, maybe even them telling you that it just wouldn’t work out. Yes, it would hurt for a while, but you would deal with it. However, you absolutely could not live with the Alphas finding you annoying. Because this whole thing already feels like a fever dream, and if you were to fuck it up by doing or saying something embarrassing it would only serve as proof that you aren’t fit for Alphas like them.
It’s nine-fifteen when you respond with ‘good morning :)’
And not even a minute later, Steve texts back. ‘how are you feeling about today?’
Well, isn’t that a good question? Because you want nothing more than to go on this date, you want this to work out so badly that you feel like your heart might burst out of your chest. But, again, those fucking insecurities are messing with your mind.
It’s maybe a few minutes later when you reply with ‘Feeling okay, you guys?’
A bubble pops up at the bottom of the text thread, Bucky typing for a good thirty seconds before it disappears. And it stays like that for another full minute, your heart hammering in your chest as your anxieties are jumping to the worst possible outcome. What if they cancel? What if they-
Your phone screen comes to life when Steve calls you. He’s calling you. And for a moment you want to let it go to voicemail, you don’t want them to hear how nervous you are. But you also don’t want them to think you’re ignoring them, so you answer with a timid, “Hello?”
“Hi, honey,” Steve says calmly, his smooth voice doing a good job of soothing some of your worries.
“Hi!” You hear Bucky yell in the background, causing you to giggle.
“Hi, guys.”
You hear a thud in the background before Bucky yells “Put her on speaker, punk!” And then you can hear both of them clearly, Steve laughing as Bucky huffs in what you assume is a fake annoyance.
“So, uh, I’m just wondering. Um, where are we going today?” Mentally, you curse yourself for being so awkward, for tripping over your words while talking to the two most handsome Alphas you’ve ever met.
“That’s a surprise, honey,” Steve says, the smile on his face is evident in his tone. “Just wear something comfortable.”
“And warm!” Bucky adds, coming closer to the phone. “We don’t need you getting cold, okay?”
The hint of authority in his voice makes your heartbeat pick up speed and the care that’s so evident in just the way he speaks kind of makes you want to cry a little. When was the last time any potential partner showed even these small acts of concern for your well-being? Too long.
“Yes, sir,” You joke, having to bite your lip to keep your smile from widening even further when both Alphas laugh. Butterflies are swirling in your stomach, forming a tornado of anticipation and nerves for the day’s festivities.
“Alright,” Steve says with a hint of laughter. “We’ll let you go get ready and we’ll pick you up in two hours, okay?”
Two hours? That seems like too long yet not long enough. You’ve already showered, all you really need to do is find something to wear and then fix your hair - maybe throw on some mascara. But, still. Two hours seems like the perfect amount of time to have a full-on breakdown over this date. But at least that should also give you some time to recover from said breakdown.
“Yeah, that works!” Internally, you cringe at how eager you sound. Because even though you’re nervous beyond belief, and a tiny part of you wants to cancel the date out of fear of anything embarrassing happening, you don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let these two slip through your fingers without giving it a fighting chance. 
“Great,” Bucky says, clearly smiling. “Just send us your address and we’ll be there.”
Once you bid your goodbyes to each other you make sure to send them your address before deciding to freak out over what to wear. Luckily for you, and as though the universe knows you need the help, your doorbell rings soon after. Confused as to who would be at your door this early, you make your way to the door, and when you open it you see Tori standing on the other side with a wide smile.
“Alright, girl,” She says happily, ignoring the incredulous look on your face as she pushes past you to walk into your apartment. “We have to get you ready, where are they taking you?”
“Hello to you too, Tori,” you say with a slight roll of your eyes as you close the door.
“Hey, babe!” Tori grabs your wrist and all but yanks you towards your room, not really caring about the fact that you’re nearly tripping over yourself in an effort to keep up. When you both get to your room she lets go of your arm and heads for your closet.
“So, where are you guys going?”
“I don’t know, they just said to dress warm and comfortable.” Your shoulders shrug, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. You’re not too sure what exactly to wear based on those being the only two requests. Sure, you have plenty of sweaters and jackets and scarves - it’s New York after all - but you don’t know what will impress the Alphas.
You want to impress them so badly. You don’t want them to regret asking you out, and while clothing choices aren’t a ‘make or break’ type of thing it’s still important to you that you look the best you possibly can. After all, anyone who’s seen Steve and Bucky in person would agree that they’re most definitely the two most handsome men to ever exist.
Something soft hitting you in the face knocks you out of your thoughts.
“Hey!” You yelp, looking at the ground to see the thing that hit you - your light brown sweater with a cute graphic of a pumpkin patch on the front. Seconds later, a pair of leggings hit your chest. “Tori!”
Tori simply laughs, then heads to your shoe rack next to the closet door.
“How do you know this will be good for the date?” You ask as you pick up the sweater to inspect it as though you haven’t worn it hundreds of times. But, again, today needs to go perfectly so any stains you might’ve missed would not go down well with you.
“I don’t,” She admits with a shrug of her shoulders. “But that sweater accentuates your boobs and the leggings make your ass look great.”
Your whole body goes hot, the implication of them looking at those parts of your body doesn’t make you shrink away like it normally would, though you can barely stop your insecurities about your body from throwing the items to the side and picking something else to prevent that from happening.
“I-I don’t know, Tori…” You sigh, going over to your bed and sitting down on the edge. “What if they don’t like it? I mean, they’re-”
“Stop it,” Tori says forcefully, walking over to stand in front of you. “You’re beautiful and kind and wonderful and they’re going to love you. And if they don’t, then that’s not your fault. As long as you give it your all, everything will be fine.”
Coming closer, she places her hands on your shoulders so she can shake you a little bit. “I love you, girl. You’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. And it seems like they make you happy, but you make them happy too. I’ve seen it in the way they look at you, how they talk to you. It’s going to be fine, babe. I promise.”
After a long pause where you think over her words, you decide that she’s right - at least about your feelings. You like them so fucking much, so it wouldn’t be fair to them or yourself if you didn’t try your best.
“Okay… Okay, then. Let’s get me ready.”
And with that, Tori smiles brightly, leaning down to squeeze you in a tight hug before releasing you.
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It’s a few minutes before eleven when Bucky and Steve park out front of your apartment building. Steve is practically vibrating out of his skin, Bucky even had to convince his mate that he should drive to pick you up since Steve could barely keep his knees from bouncing.
“Baby,” Bucky says, shutting off the engine and twisting in his seat to face Steve. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to just be ourselves and treat her like she deserves, there’s no way she’s going to not like us.”
Steve nods, though he doesn’t look super convinced. It’s clear from how he spent fifteen minutes this morning in the flower shop picking out the perfect bouquet for you that he really, really wants this to work. And even though he doesn’t show it, Bucky knows Steve would be heartbroken if it didn’t. His mate’s always been a softie, and there’s something about you that makes him feel different - better than any other omega ever could.
Bucky knows exactly how he feels. Because, although he’s not as outwardly anxious, he just knows that you’re perfect for them, and he wants to do everything he can to make you see that they can take care of you, they can protect and love you. Your smile and sweet giggle haunt his dreams, his nightmares have long been replaced with his memories of him and Steve - and now you. He can’t help but imagine what it would be like to wake up next to you and his Alpha, to cuddle with you two in your nest as you all trade kisses and talk about anything and everything.
“You’re sure?” Steve asks with a timid voice, fiddling with the flowers in his lap. “I - we really like her.”
Bucky sighs, then reaches over the console to place his hand on the back of his mate's neck in a comforting manner. And even though it’s uncomfortable, Bucky leans over and presses a soft kiss to Steve’s lips.
“I’m sure, Stevie.”
Steve sighs too, leaning forward to kiss Bucky again before pulling back.
“Okay, Buck.”
With that, they both share a small smile and then get out of the car. It’s about a minute-long elevator ride up to your floor, Bucky holding his mate’s free hand the entire way and sending him feelings of calmness through their bond. It works until they get to your front door because now Steve is practically fumbling with the flowers as he figures out the best way to hold them while Bucky knocks.
It’s about a minute later when the door swings open, but it’s not you. It’s Tori with a wide, knowing smirk on her face.
“Hello, boys,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Those for her?” She nods towards the sunflowers and daisies Steve is holding.
“They are,” Bucky says with a smile of his own. Glancing at Steve to see him nod. “Is she ready?”
“Yes!” You say, quickly running up behind Tori to gently push her to the side and give her a side glare. You’re fiddling with your clothes, tugging at the bottom of the sweater in order to smooth out the fabric.
However, in the Alphas’ eyes, there’s no need for you to do so. Through their bond both of them feel the other go kind of dumb - you always look pretty but today’s outfit just hits them differently. Your eyeliner makes the color of your eyes pop, and the shiny lipgloss makes your lips nearly impossible to not kiss.
They don’t, though. Not yet. The last thing either of them wants to do is make you uncomfortable, especially with Tori standing behind you. So, instead, Bucky smiles and elbows Steve to get him out of his trance.
“Hello, honey,” Bucky says, his smile turning into a smirk when you fail to suppress a squeak.
“H-hi, guys,” You say nervously with a small smile. “Are those for me?” You ask when you notice the flowers in Steve’s hand.
“Oh, um, yes,” Steve stutters ever so slightly, reaching out to hand you the bouquet. “You once said you love Sunflowers.”
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“You once said you love Sunflowers.”
Something about this gesture makes you want to tear up. Flowers may not be a big deal to some people, but they mean everything to you. Receiving gifts from partners has been rare for you, so the beauty of the petals and knowing that they’re for you just makes you preen a little bit.
“I do,” You say softly, almost like you can’t believe he remembered. “They’re beautiful, thank you. Really.”
“Just like you,” Steve blurts out before a redness covers his cheeks.
And you absolutely cannot be blamed for the embarrassing squeak you let out. You try being called beautiful by Steve fucking Rogers and not want to bury your face in his neck to inhale his scent.
“Th-thank you,” You say with a giggle, handing the flowers to Tori and giving her a grateful smile as she gives you a quick kiss on your cheek.
“You guys have fun,” She teases, waving you off with a smile. “Treat her well or you’ll have hell to pay.”
“Of course,” Bucky says with an assuring nod. “Wouldn’t treat her with anything but care.” He says this while looking at you though, the twinkle in his eyes making you want to bare your neck to him.
When the door closes behind you, you step closer to the Alphas.
“Are you nervous?” Steve asks, voice soft and caring, though clearly a little anxious. His hand settles on your arm, and Bucky appears beside you to place his hand on your back, as well as take one of your hands in his metal one.
And despite your earlier anxiety, you mean it wholeheartedly when you say, “No.” How can you be nervous now when the feeling of the men’s warm hands on you and their clear concern for your wellbeing makes your heartbeat quicken in anticipation?
“Let’s go?” You ask, face growing warm in slight embarrassment for your enthusiasm.
“Let’s go,” Both Alphas say in unison. And then all of you are off to the truck - a very nicely kept, sleek black truck. Steve opens the back door for you before, to your surprise, sliding in next to you.
“We agreed he could sit in the back with you on the way there as long as I could sit next to you on our way back,” Bucky pipes up at your questioning glance.
Feelings of warmth fill your entire being, and you already know that today is going to be the most fun you’ve had in a while.
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It’s about a thirty-five-minute drive before you finally arrive at a park - a beautiful stretch of the greenest grass you’ve ever seen with orange and red-leafed trees surrounding two sides of it. It’s big, but if you look close enough you can make out a trail off to the left. That half hour was, surprisingly to you, filled with pleasant conversation. Now, your previous interactions with the men proved that they were wonderful company, but you’re surprised that you’re not as nervous as you thought you’d be. Everything was moving smoothly, there wasn’t even a single moment of awkward silence.
“We’re here,” Bucky says, pulling into a free parking spot closest to the entrance of the trail. Steve opens the door as Bucky gets out as well and goes around to the back of the truck. And Steve, ever the gentleman, holds your hand as he helps you climb out of the backseat, only letting go when you begin smoothing out your clothes.
“Are we ready?” Bucky appears next to you holding a large blanket and a stereotypical wicker basket.
A small smile forms on your face, and your heartbeat increases ever so slightly. How are they so fucking sweet?
“Yes!” Immediately, your face goes hot, self-conscious of your enthusiasm. But the Alphas don’t seem to mind, in fact, Steve takes the blanket from under Bucky’s arm and tucks it under his own, then grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers together.
“Let’s go then,” Steve says, smiling softly down at you.
With that, the three of you head off to the trail, walking under colorful oak trees that flank both sides of the dirt path. A comfortable silence falls over all of you, only the sounds of birds chirping filling the air. You walk for a few minutes, the leaves crunching under your feet as you take in the beauty surrounding you, your eyes wide with wonder.
The environment is comforting, calm, puts you at ease in a way you don’t normally experience. It’s freeing to feel so content - so happy. It takes about five minutes before you come upon a set of wooden stairs leading down to the most beautiful lake you’ve ever seen. The water is nearly clear, the colorful trees reflecting over the surface, and even though it’s a clear day out, you can’t help but notice the golden hue filling the air. You don’t even notice you’ve stopped walking until Steve tugs on your hand.
“Do you like it?” He asks, almost nervous as he waits for your reaction.
“I…” You trail off, tears filling your eyes. This whole thing is just - just perfect. “I love it,” you say as you look at Steve, a wide smile spreading across your face. And you look at Bucky when you say, “It’s perfect.”
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“It’s perfect.”
Bucky can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief. They’d both wracked their brains trying to figure out where to take you, what to do. They want to wow you, to show you that they can - and hopefully will get the chance to provide for you, they can make you happy. You’ll never go without, if you want something, they will figure out a way to get it.
“Good,” Steve says softly, smiling down at you before looking up at Bucky and nodding his head.
With that, the three of you make your way down the stairs, Steve holding on to your hand tightly to make sure you don’t fall, and Bucky places his free hand on your back. He can hear how your heartbeat speeds up when he does so and tries so hard not to puff out his chest when you glance up at him through your eyelashes coyly.
Once you’re down by the lake, the men lead you to a large oak tree merely ten or so feet from the edge. Steve is quick to unfold the blanket and spread it out under the tree - large enough to probably cover an entire California King bed. Bucky then places the basket down as his mate takes your hand and helps you sit near the edge of the blanket leaving enough space for the men to sit on either side of you.
The Alphas quickly open the basket and pull out containers of food, opening the lids and placing them in front of you. When they finally sit down - obviously with you in the middle - Bucky notices how wide your eyes are, how you seem transfixed on the array of fruits and sandwiches and cake. It’s when Bucky pulls out the jug of homemade lemonade that you choke back a cry.
“Honey?” Steve asks, turning his body to face you with a concerned look in his eyes.
“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Bucky places a hand on your back, sweeping it around to hold your waist. And can you really blame him if his whole body goes hot when you lean into his side and turn your face so it’s halfway buried in his neck?
It takes a few seconds but you’re finally able to gather yourself and pull away.
“You guys are just… I can’t believe it.”
“What can’t you believe, sweetheart?” Steve scoots closer to you, placing his hand on your head to smooth out your hair, and unconsciously turns your head so he can look directly at you. “Tell us what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
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You want to scream. You want to yell until your voice gives out. It’s nothing, in the grand scheme of things. Them preparing food - by hand - and bringing you to this beautiful spot might just be a normal thing for most people, but considering you’ve hardly ever been shown this much affection and thoughtfulness. Shaking your head, you look away, unable to withstand the Alpha's intense gaze.
“It’s nothing,” You mumble, fiddling with your fingers. “It’s stupid.”
“No, it’s not, honey,” Bucky says, giving your waist an affectionate squeeze. “If you’re upset, we want you to tell us.”
“I’m not! I promise!” You assure them, hesitantly reaching both of your hands out to place them on the Alpha’s legs. “I guess I just… I’ve just never been shown this much… care?” It’s phrased as a question, because you’re unsure if that was the right word to use, but it’s all you can think of at the moment.
“I know it may not seem like a lot,” You continue, taking a deep breath before looking up at Steve, and then Bucky. “But this means the world to me. You guys are just so sweet and thoughtful and I’m not really sure what to do, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, let alone two people.”
Both of the men sigh, and you can almost taste the scent of disappointment wafting off of them. Suddenly your nerves spike, did you say something wrong?
You must have said that out loud because Bucky starts shaking his head. “No, no darling. You didn’t say anything wrong, I promise.”
“We’re just… I guess we’re disappointed that you consider this the height of romance because this is the bare minimum. You should be used to this, you should be loved and worshipped because that’s what you deserve, nothing less. And it’s not your fault, it’s every other person’s fault for not treating you like the perfect Omega you are.” Steve sounds upset, and your heartbeat increases to a degree that you’d think you were having a panic attack if it weren’t for how damn happy you are.
For a moment, you’re unsure as to what to say, it’s just baffling to you that one person, let alone two, can make you feel this way, this joyous and carefree. But luckily Bucky speaks up so you don’t have to.
“And we’d love to have the chance to do that for you,” He says softly, picking up your hand to cradle it in his own so he can place a delicate kiss on your knuckles. And when you stare up into his eyes, you can’t help but gasp at how loving his gaze is. “Will you give us that chance?”
“Yes.” And this time, you’re not embarrassed by how quickly your answer was to come. How can you be when both men sigh in relief and lean into your body so they can wrap you in their arms? It’s warm and comforting, filling you with happiness and care for these men.
When they lean back you really can’t be blamed for the way your gaze finds Steve’s, then drops down to his lips momentarily. At this, you’re a little flustered, suddenly overcome with the want to feel how soft they are.
Steve seems to read your mind because he places his hand on the back of your neck and forces you to hold his gaze.
“Can I kiss you, honey?”
“Please,” You whine, staying in place as the Alpha leans down slowly. Your eyes close when he gets close enough that you can feel his breaths against your mouth. And for a moment, neither of you moves, and your nerves climb higher and higher as the seconds tick by.
You’re about to speak when he finally, finally kisses you. At first, it’s just a simple peck, a chaste kiss on your lips, and then he pulls back by merely a millimeter. It’s you who leans forward to press your lips together again, and you let him lead as you lose yourself in the kiss. Though, it’s over far too soon for your liking by a soft groan.
Pulling away, both you and Steve turn to look at Bucky, who is now sporting a sheepish grin.
“Sorry,” He mumbles with a flushed face. “I just… I love seeing you two together. I love us all being together and having the two people I care about more than anything sharing your feelings. I know it’s-”
“Sweet,” You interrupt him, turning your body so you can face him better and slip your hand out of his. Placing it on his cheek, you smile when he nuzzles into your palm and gives it a little kiss. “I think it’s sweet, Bucky.”
“Can I kiss you too?” He whispers hopefully, smiling when you nod. Unlike his mate, Bucky doesn’t waste any time capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. It’s clear he’s trying to hold back, and something in you just can’t help but feel wanted, desired. This kiss lasts a little longer, and although you can feel Steve’s gaze on you, you’re not in the least bit self-conscious. You know they wouldn’t lie to you, so you find comfort in knowing that you can show affection to both men without either getting upset or jealous.
When you do finally pull away, you can’t help but lean into Bucky’s chest, reaching behind you to grab Steve’s hand.
“I really like you guys,” You mumble into the Alpha’s chest.
“We really like you too,” They say in unison, causing you to smile.
With that, everything seems to fall into place, the men divvy up the food - giving you most of it - and you all eat in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other. Once the food is eaten, Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, causing you to look up at him.
“Come here,” He says with a smile, guiding you to sit sideways on his lap, facing Steve. And there is absolutely no way in hell you could contain the squeak forcing its way out of your mouth. “Is this okay?” He asks as Steve scoots closer to sit right next to Bucky, picking up your legs and resing them in his lap.
You’ve never nodded faster in your life. You’re nervous, sure, but the utter happiness you’re feeling far outweighs it. That happiness only grows when Bucky nods to his mate, and you watch as the other man picks up the container with the cake. Your eyes widen when Steve picks up a fork and takes a small bit out of one of the slices, carefully leading it up to your mouth where you automatically open it.
Slowly, he slides the fork out, allowing you to chew the cake with a pleased smile on his face. It goes on like this until the slice is completely gone, with Bucky pressing kisses to your temple occasionally and bathing you in his warmth. It makes you preen having these Alphas take care of you like this, providing for you.
You’re content to stay here forever, wrapped up in their light, and by the time you’re done eating completely, you feel your eyelids grow heavy, a yawn forcing your mouth wide open.
“I’m sorry,” You say remorsefully, a little embarrassed by how tired you’ve become now that your stomach is full and you’re comfortably resting against Bucky’s chest.
“Don’t be, honey,” Steve says, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You can nap if you want, we’ll be right here when you wake up.”
A smile spreads across your face, and you instinctively bury your head into Bucky’s chest and reach out so you can hold onto Steve’s hands. “Are you sure?” You ask, peeking an eye open so you can look up at the blonde Alpha.
He smiles as he nods, pressing another kiss on the top of your head. “Go to sleep, pretty girl.”
It doesn’t take long for you to float off into dreamland, and the last thing you hear is, “I told you she’s perfect for us.”
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Unwanted mate (Steve's version) - Angstober 29
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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
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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. 
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“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.”
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“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.”
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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.”
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“I was a fool and tried to fight my instinct. I knew the moment you stood in front of me that I’d do anything for you, and I will,” he wraps his arms around your waistline. “I don’t give a shit about Fury’s rules. You’ll be mine…”
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