#sam and omega are standing in the corner like

[therealcalrissian]

remember that one scene in tfatws where bucky helps out sam on that boat??

i knew crosshair reminded me of another corrupted soldier turned loving sassy brother who needs serious therapy because of his ignored trauma here

#if they ever met crosshair would pull a rocket and ask for his arm #bucky would take it off and throw it at him causing crosshair to stab him with a toothpick and sass him so hard he stumbles backward #then they would have a sassy fistfight with so much attitude hunter would have to intervene #sam and omega are standing in the corner like #•-• #that’s them #star wars #sw tbb #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #memes #tbb #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch star wars #meme #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #winter soldier #bucky barnes #captain america #the first avenger #star wars memes #omega tbb #tbb crosshair #crosshair

[buckgasms]

Hi! So I'm still new to requesting. Normally i talk myself out of it because I don't wanna upset anyone or get harshly rejected but I really like your stories and they often help with my stress and anxiety. Anyways, if you are still taking requests but if not it's totally okay. I was wondering if you happen to either have something already written or be able to write my idea? Again it's totally okay if you don't want to.

Basically my idea is a Mafia X Alpha Bucky thing where he's really stressed and ends up snapping at reader olny to realise she was just wanting his attention and to show him the improved nest she made. I'd love to see what you come up with but please feel free to ignore me if you don't want too or if you aren't taking requests at the present moment. Bonus points if it's a little spicy or as much spicy as you want at the end.

💞 Baby angel 💞 thank you so much for sending me this request, I frickin love it! You are always welcome to send things my way!! Thank you for your kind words, it means the world to me 🫶🏻

I hope this is what you wanted ☺️ also there will always be spice here 🌶️

You let out a little giggle of happiness when you placed the final blanket in your newly decorated nest. It was perfect in every way.

There was just enough room to fit you and Bucky, but a little tight so you had the excuse of smooshing right up next to him. The pillows were squishy, the blankets soft. You sneaked in a few of Bucky's old workout t-shirts so his scent was ever present, even if he was at work. Your teddy sat in the corner, which again was scented with your alpha and you'd even managed to install a little canopy over the bed so when you got in you felt so safe and protected.

Letting out another joyful giggle you gave your teddy a kiss before heading off to Bucky's office to bring him to you. You had texted him a few times but he hadn't responded. So the only thing to do was go and get him!

🌸

His heady sandalwood scent was emanating from his office, as was his voice which was raised, telling someone off for something. It didn't really bother you. You were carried onward, knowing he always had time for you. If anything his dominance made you feel even more happy, knowing you had the best alpha ever.

You entered his office, which was packed with his associates, all chatting about some job or other that was about to go down. You waved at Steve and Sam, but ignored everyone else and slipped through the room towards your alpha.

He glanced up at you in surprise, gave a quick smile then returned to the conversation he was having. Your omega within bristled at the lack of acknowledgment, so you pushed his shoulder and tried to take your usual place on his lap.

He actually had the nerve to tut a little as he adjusted you to let himself keep talking. When there was a pause you nudged his scent mark with your nose and whispered, "Alpha... I need you to come with me and see something really important..." You pulled at his jacket and pressed a little kiss to his neck.

"Baby I'm busy at the minute" he said and you pouted. "So? You said whenever..." But he cut you off and made you stand up, standing with you and towering over you. "Not a good time ok?" And he even had the nerve to duck walk you back to the door. "Later ok?"

You pushed his hands off you and glared at him, tears welling in your eyes. "No! Don't bother, you've ruined it now! Was gonna show you our special new nest" you sniffled as his face fell a little. "You're not allowed in! Hope your stupid job goes terrible" you sob before running off.

🌸

You were curled up, your tear stained face pressed into your teddy, all alone in your lovely nest. You had wanted to tear it to bits, but it looked so pretty you didn't have the heart.

It had been ages since you had yelled at Bucky and he hadn't appeared, which had made you even more upset. He'd never brushed you off like that, and you'd never shouted at your alpha before. But he was completely in the wrong. He'd always had time for you, so unless it was life or death, he had no excuses.

Eventually the bedroom door clicked open and you watched him walk in, head bowed in shame. You didn't say anything, just blinking big tears from your eyes.

"Oh omega... It's beautiful" he sighed as he walked over to the bed. His heavenly scent soothed your nerves, even though you were still super mad. He went to sit on the bed but you shook your head.

"Told you.. not allowed in" you mumbled as you prodded him with your foot. His shoulders sagged before he knelt down on the floor instead and put his face level with yours.

"Y'know, I've had a terrible day omega. We did the deal, it went well. Even got more than I wanted. Couldn't have gone better. But all I could think of was my pretty omega being upset with me. Because I'm a giant asshole."

You smiled a little, reaching out to stroke his handsome face. He held your fingers to his cheek before pressing a kiss to your fingertips.

"And look what my omega did for me hmm? Made a pretty nest for us to snuggle up in, smells so good and everything..."

A little tear dripped from your lashes as he spoke, your omega instinct desperate to reach out, drag him in and comfort him. But you didn't move just yet. He had to make it up to you.

"You were so mean Alpha" you sniffed and wiped some tears away before he tutted and leaned in a little closer.

"Baby I'm so sorry" he whispered, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks and stroking your hair. "Promise I'll never do that again, you always come first omega, I swear..."

His lips had traveled down to your neck, pressing at his claim and soothing you from within, until you couldn't resist him any more. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to lay on top of you, before his lips claimed yours in a deep, hungry kiss.

He peppered your face with kisses, interspersed with apologies and telling you how pretty and perfect you were. You whispered out a forgiveness and told him to never, ever do that again.

He chuckled as you whined when you couldn't get your hands on him properly so he sat up, pulling his suit off piece by piece. Deciding that was far too slow, you untangled yourself from blankets and tugged at his shirt and tie while he kicked off his trousers.

You were already wearing a skimpy silk pyjama set that seemed to have melted off by the time he was back in your arms. You purred as his warm skin pressed against yours, relishing in his touch over every part of you. "Alpha" you whispered as he returned to kissing you, this time his lips traveling further down your body, lavishing attention to your breasts, your tummy and thighs.

"Gonna make it up to you omega, I swear... Make you feel so good..." He growled as his hands roamed your body, lips sucking bruises on your sensitive inner thigh. He kissed his way back up to your lips, your hands sinking into his thick hair, hips unable to stop grinding against his cock as he teased you.

"Present for me pretty omega" he muttered and you whimpered as you rolled around burying your face in the blankets as you pressed your heat back against his body. His thick fingers probed at your soaked heat, slick already running down your legs.

"This all for me?" He said as he curled a digit making you cry out. "Yes alpha...please??" you begged as he hummed in pleasure. He worked your body just with his hands, reaching under you to squeeze your nipples, as he dragged you to a quick, powerful orgasm.

"Good girl" he said as he pressed kisses to the back of your shaking thighs, before pushing you onto your back and lining up his cock. "Gonna take my knot baby? Wanna be filled up like a good little omega?" He sunk in before you could answer, leaving you to gasp out something unintelligible.

Your grip on the blanket below was like a vice, until he locked his fingers with yours and dragged them above your head. He claimed your lips again, biting and sucking at your swollen lips. His hips would snap against you, then suddenly you were tortured with slow drags, before he fucked you deeper than you thought possible.

"Alpha...alpha..I need it...need you..more..." You panted as he growled in pleasure. "Fuck 'mega, squeezing me so tight. Think you can manage my knot? Will it fit in that tight little hole?" You sobbed at the idea of him taking it away, even though you both knew you could, you would.

"Can alpha, want it...please" you begged again as his pace increased. You could feel his knot begin to swell as he released your hands to attack your clit. "You gotta come baby, then you can have it. Told ya, you come first angel..."

Your body went taut and a long groan leaves your body as you come, followed quickly by Bucky. The sensation of his knot filling you making your body shiver with overwhelming pleasure as his teeth scrape at your scent mark, over his previous claim to you.

He leaves you trapped on his knot as he rolls over, your trembling, satisfied body laid on his. You nuzzle into his neck as he drags one of the many fuzzy blankets over the two of you.

"Am I forgiven Omega?" He says, and when you look at him you can't believe how innocent and vulnerable he looks. The biggest mob boss in the city, and the biggest alpha is giving you puppy dog eyes!

You giggle and press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. "Yes alpha... Always."

#💌 #darling nonnie #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #alpha bucky #abo bucky #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut

[evansbby]

Steve makes sure that Omega doesn't burn herself when she's cooking for him. Like yeah he's a typical strict alpha who wants her to cook and clean, but he also knows that she's just a little baby who can easily get hurt. Him sitting in the living room and watching tv while drinking beer, but from the corner of his eyes he's also watching her, making sure that she doesn't get hurt, doesn't accidentally burn herself or bump into shelfs. He's also very much staring at the way she's only in his hoodie and her little baby ass is peeking out. Also!!! Steve purposely hiding the spices/plates/literally anything in the top shelf where omega can't reach!!! So he's watching her as she's struggling to take out the glass from the top shelf. She's standing on her tippy toes, arms stretched and little huffs leaving her. Her baby ass is full on display for Stevie's hungry eyes. But she's just tooo short. But then Steve finally decides to help when he sees that she's about the climb up on the counter or some shit. He comes up behind her, his beefy chest against her back as he presses her against the counter and breathes in her scent. She sooooo much smaller than him. Steve will all be like, "You should ask Alpha for help, you're just a tiny little baby" etc. While Omega is all shy and blushing. Yk he does the typical move where he grabs something from a higher shelf while his back pressing agaisnt omega. Then they fuck on the kitchen counter! But steve makes sure to turn of the stove, so not to her his baby.!!!

Also we're pretending that Sam and Bucky are not home lmao.

Oooh I can totally imagine Steve pretending to watch the football game on TV when in reality his gaze keeps shifting to omega in the kitchen (she’s cooking him a special game night dinner 😌) Omega is happy and calm bc Sam and Bucky are away on some guys’ trip to Utah or something (Steve didn’t go bc he said he had to help his dad with some work but actually he didn’t want to be away from his omega for that long). Anyways, so omega is all calm and in her element, cooking and listening to music and only wearing Steve’s football jersey and Steve just can’t get his eyes off of her!

And I can imagine omega climbing up on the counter to grab something from the top cabinet and Steve goes all macho-alpha- protective mode like, “What the hell are you doing? Get down from there, you’ll hurt yourself.” And he grabs her and lifts her off the counter and she’s like 😳😳😳 and Steve’s like, “Don’t ever do dumb shit like that again. You could’ve fallen and got hurt.” And omega’s like, “but I always do that.” And Steve’s like, “You’re just a baby, next time you need to get something from the top cabinet, you call me, okay?” And she’s like “…..okay!😳😳” and then Steve starts noticing the stove and how hot the oven is and how dangerous the kitchen is for his baby omega so he starts babying her a lotttt and not letting her down, he just holds her in his lap and tells her, “that’s enough cooking. I’ll order something for us.” And omega’s like, “but Steve! I always cook, and I’m not a baby!” And Steve’s like 😏😏😏😏 “you ARE just a baby omega” and then he gets turned on and fucks her on the kitchen counter the end

#anon #poyt ask #poyt drabble

[swaps55]

Mezzo - 05 - Glass of Gasoline

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Omega lets Sam Shepard off the chain.   Thank you to @sinvraal for betaing!

Chapter 5: Glass of Gasoline | Read on Ao3

02 November 2185, Omega Nebula, Sahrabarik System, Omega

Shepard shouldn’t be struggling with biotics. The implant insertion had been flawless. Every scan showed it was communicating with his nervous system exactly as designed. If anything, the biosynthetic fibers used to repair his nervous system should improve his ability to tap the gravity well, and the advancements in implant technology should increase the strength of his fields considerably.

He shouldn’t be struggling.

Perhaps this should not be troubling Miranda more than Shepard nonchalantly agreeing to stroll across a bridge dressed as a mercenary, in plain view of a vigilante shooting anyone who comes into scope, but thankfully Archangel isn’t stupid. The moment Shepard puts a shotgun into the back of a Blue Sun and opens fire, not one sniper bullet strikes his shields.

Archangel is indeed in trouble, just as Aria told them, and those who are drowning tend not to question lifelines.

Except Shepard, who has questioned everything Miranda has offered. Her attempts to ask about the implant’s performance have been swiftly rebuffed, but she can feel every futile twist and churn he makes in the gravity well. At best his corona is no more than a pale glimmer, a weakening flame desperately seeking oxygen.

It was perfect. You were perfect.

Well, not quite. The scarring still remains. Easily repairable if she still had access to the Lazarus lab, less so on the Normandy, but still possible. A few more weeks, and that, too, would have been rectified. There would have been no visible sign of her work. 

Damn Wilson and his short sightedness.

Shepard has been right at her fingertips for two years. Height, weight, body temperature, blood pressure, heart rate, metabolic rate, all of it. She is more intimately familiar with the body of Sam Shepard than she ever will be with a lover.

But she has no baseline for him.

Even without the biotics, he still fights like the Alliance’s hero. Alliance Ns are a sight to behold, and all of Shepard’s muscle memory remains intact. He is swift, brutal, with no fanfare or showmanship. Just a hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips that chills her right to the bone whenever she glimpses it behind his faceplate.

Miranda is well-equipped to handle herself but she is no soldier, and this is a battlefield. For all her skills and all her training, it is Jacob and Massani, the former Blue Sun with a grudge they had recruited upon arrival at Omega, who carry the weight of the fight.

She checks the right corner as they enter the ground floor of the shipping warehouse where Archangel chose to make his stand, gagging at the sickening rot of death inside. Blood stains the floor, some blue, some red. A row of bodies lie hastily covered under tarps. Scouring mars the walls, with overturned furniture forming a hasty barricade. 

She is so caught on the sight of it all she doesn’t spot the mercenary on her left until Shepard yanks her out of the way and unloads with his pistol. A body hits the ground with a thud and a squelch. She didn’t see him switch to the pistol from his shotgun. Surely there hadn’t been time. But the man who would have killed her now lies in a pool of his own blood, and Shepard is already moving up a set of stairs towards Archangel’s perch on the second floor, her brush with death already forgotten.

“Massani, watch the entrance,” he barks over his shoulder.

“Goddamn right,” Massani replies, checking his heat sink. Combat is comfortable on him, like being in his armor is more natural than being out of it. But he still wears it, unlike Shepard.

Shepard becomes it.

Read from the beginning | Read the rest on Ao3 | The Mezzo Playlist

#mass effect #mshenko #mezzo!update #in which everything is a mess and the points don't matter! #and GARRUS IS HERE! #sam gets to go a little feral in this one #and i loved that for me

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 16

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of violence, mentions of death, medical situation, mentions of blood. 

Cinna stopped, eyes wide as she stared at the wolf in front of her. 

She had caught the lingering notes from the wolf, but she’d assumed that he’d moved on when he couldn’t find her.  Just like all the rest normally would whenever they did their patrols. 

Not only that, but they were never as close to her as she currently was.  She didn’t expect him to be standing in front of her.  Especially not after what had happened a few months ago, when she’d come back from building a pyre to see that Wanda was dead and Stevie was gone. 

She had expected that Sharon killed everyone that had remained of the Rogers pack.  Part of her had even expected that maybe Sharon took and killed Stevie for her act of hiding away her own omega pup.  In all of her worst thoughts about Sharon, she had thought that she’d taken the body of her pup away from her, so that she couldn’t properly morn the loss.

So she hid in the last place that she and Steve had been.

In the cave just outside of his lands. 

She didn’t have any idea on what to do, or where to go from there, as trying to shift and run in her current condition wasn’t an option. 

She couldn’t go back to the program, not when Steve had purchased her outright.  And she certainly didn’t want to put Tony’s pack at risk. 

No. 

There had been enough death and destruction around her.  She didn’t want to keep Pepper’s life full of it too, by bringing back her own drama. 

But in the time that she’d taken to get lost up in her thoughts, Sam had shifted back to his human form.  And his confusion was not masked.  His eyes were held firmly on her stomach.  Or rather, the swell of it. 

Instinctually, a growl rose from the back of her throat, and she cradled the bump, her own worries about Sam existence becoming a nervous thought, rather than a happy idea, “what are you doing here, Sam?  H-how are you here?  This isn’t Steve’s land…or Sharon’s for that matter.”

“Y-you’re pregnant…” he said amazed, eyes still wide as they shifted to hers.  And then they fell onto her neck, where the mark had healed, left from Steve.  His lips parted and he gasped, “it’s Steve’s, isn’t it?  Your pup?  Say what you would, Luna, but I know that you wouldn’t go to someone else…not after Steve.”

She kept herself from letting her lip warble.  She had the slightest idea that maybe Sam was on her side when he called her Luna, something she knew that Sharon wouldn’t approve of, but she tried to keep herself firm.  That was, until the tears pricked the corners of her eyes before falling down her cheeks anyways. 

“Well, no one else has touched me in seven and a half months!” she answered sadly, “i-I wouldn’t cheat on Steve…despite his passing…”

“Passing?  Steve’s not gone.  Sharon just-she’s gotten to him again,” Sam frowned, “he misses you…you know?  He-“

“He’s alive?” she asked, her own eyes going wide as she cut Sam off, “Steve’s alive?”

Sam nodded, “Sharon removed his mark and re-marked him…she didn’t want you and Steve connected…”

“Stevie…” she asked hopefully, trying her luck as she questioned Sam about her pup, “if Steve’s alive, then-“

“He’s safe,” he affirmed, nodding his head, “When Sharon came upon the den, she killed Wanda…but she let Stevie live…he’s her leverage over Steve now…he’s the reason that Steve hasn’t fought back…he’s doing it for your pup, Luna.”

Her heart ached for her pup, and the man that she loved, “What does she want?  Why is she doing it, Sam?”

“You, luna…she wants to find you…” he confirmed, “you’re too close to the Rogers land…Sharon’s been expanding onto other packs territories…this is now her land…I was sent to scout things out, in case of other wolves guarding their borders.”

She felt worry gnawing away at her stomach, “S-she’s pushing out?  But how?  The Carter pack always seemed more-”

“They’re savages without Steve keeping them in line,” He admitted, cutting her off, “they have no sense of honor…it’s why I was against Steve taking in Sharon to begin with years ago…but you know Steve…he always tries to find a way.”

“Are he and Stevie alright?” she asked gently, “A-are they safe?  Are you and the rest of the pack safe?”

“As we can be…” Sam nodded, confirming her questions with his own unanswered bout of sadness, “she sends what’s left of Steve’s pack to go on the scouting missions…”

“Why?”

Sam scoffed, “we’re worth less to her.  If another pack comes across us for going into their territory it matters less to her if we’re killed.”

“Wh-why are you doing it then?” she asked softly, cradling her stomach once more, “Sam…why didn’t you run with Sarah and her boys?  Why are there still wolves-“

“Our pack may be in shambles, Cinna…but our roots run deeper than just all following the Rogers pack bloodlines,” he sighed, “Steve’s been my best friend since we were pups.  His dad and my dad were best friends, just like our grandparents, and their grandparents.  Some of us believe in loyalty and honor, and that includes-“

“But what about your family?”

Sam shook his head, “those who have families left…it’s just us loners at the pack with him.  The ones who never made a family for this exact reason.  Luna…I have to bring Steve here.  I have to show him that you’re alive.  That he’s going to have another pup.  Tha-“

“Sam, no…” she said quickly, cutting him off, “Steve-he can’t-the last time he was made aware of my existence, Wanda died, and Sharon stole my pup…I can’t lose her…I refuse to lose my daughter as well.”

“She?”

“I can feel it, Sam,” she smiled softly, looking to her stomach, “she’s a fighter.  And it feels so much different than when I was pregnant with Stevie…I know this is a girl.  And this feels-primal.”

“Did you and Steve-“

A blush rose to her cheeks, “he knotted me first when we were in our wolf forms…yes…”

“Might be a sigma,” he smiled, lightly teasing his luna, “you know what they say about a primal mating…especially one that was in wolf form…”

“Sam…”

“Steve would want to know, Cinna…”

“Sam, I ca-AGHHHH!” she began, ending her comment with a scream, as a pain ran from the pit of her stomach all the way up her spine and through every nerve ending.  She fell to her knees and clutched her stomach, the tears streaming down her cheeks for an entirely new reason, “S-something…something’s wrong!”

Sam’s eyes widened as her scent quickly turned bitter, “Wh-what’s wrong, Luna?”

“It’s too early!” she said quickly, nervousness coating the air as she clung to the swell of her stomach.  Another scream erupted from the back of her throat.  Sam cursed.

“I have to get you medical help, Cinna…especially if something is wrong with the pup.”

“Sam…do-don’t leave,” she begged softly, looking into his deep chocolate eyes.  Sam’s inner wolf cried at the thought of leaving his luna, but he didn’t know how he could truly help her.  He shook his head, trying to take a step back, but she clung to his arm, “please…don’t leave me alone out here, Sam…”

“I’m sorry Luna,” he apologized, backing quickly away from her, “I-I’m going to go get help.  I promise.  I’ll be back!”

“Well?”

��She was here…I-I swear, Steve…”

Sam frowned, looking at the dirt.  Steve felt a sense of loss that he hadn’t felt since the day at the den when Wanda was killed and he thought he’d never see Cinna again, as it’d become Sharon’s primary objective to hunt her down.

But in the half a day and some odd hours that had passed since he’d arrived at the packhouse and managed to sneak Steve out, he’d expressed how he’d found Cinna in the middle of a medical emergency.  And despite Sam telling him that she was in desperate need of medical attention, Steve felt a burst of hope-one that she might still be alive and waiting for him.  And Steve, not wanting to waste any time, shifted, allowing Sam to take the lead the second that they hit the forest. 

They’d run through enough rain, that by the time they arrived at the spot Sam had claimed was where he found Cinna, there was nothing but a muddy pile of leaves in her wake. 

Leaves, with the slightest tinge of blood on them. 

It made Steve sick to his stomach, thinking that not only was Cinna out there alone, but in pain.  He knew that she needed help, but he didn’t think that she would have been bleeding.

That she would have been in distress.

And that’s when he felt the guilt gnawing away at him once again.  All of the guilt that reared it’s ugly head every time that he thought about Sharon

Why didn’t he just crush her pack?  Split them up?  Exile them? Why did he always have to reach out and help someone, even if they showed that they weren’t worthy of his assistance. 

“Steve…”

And that was when his mind drifted back to Cinna.

How she’d been alone because of the previous trap that Sharon had mounted, where she killed Wanda and kept his son held hostage. 

He’d been the reason why his pup hadn’t seen his mother in nearly seven months.

He’d been the reason that she was alone.

Him and his weakness. 

“Sam…”

Sam looked at his alpha, before his eyes widened.  He’d caught sight of the blood mixed with the mud and pile of leaves.  He shook his head, “She knew something was wrong, Steve.  She-“

“We have to find her!” he said quickly, cutting his best friend off, “we have to find Cinna before something bad happens.”

“Steve…” Sam frowned as he looked at his friend, sadness in his eyes.  Steve’s head cocked to the side and Sam nodded, before following over to a tree, where there were three marks scratched into it.  At the base of the tree, some more blood, “Steve…it looks like something might have already happened when I went to come bring you.”

Chapter 17

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @mrsevans90

#surrogate luna #a/b/o fic #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #alpha steve rogers #sam wilson #beta sam wilson

[crazyunsexycool]

for a request if u take them: maybe a Drabble with sun, moon, stars courting 🤭

Omg!!! I’ve been waiting for asks on ☀️🌙✨!! I’m so excited!

Pairing for this Drabble: Bucky x reader

Bucky was nervous, the three alphas had agreed that in order to not overwhelm you they would take turns courting you, it just so happened that it was Bucky’s turn.

He had spent hours at a store specializing in nest items for omegas, but he hadn’t seen your nest so he didn’t know what you liked and he thought it was to early to give you something with his scent on it. After talking with Sam and Steve to get their their useless advise he found the perfect gift.

He showed up right on time at your apartment with his hands full.

“Bucky what is all this?” You ask as you look at the items in his hands.

“It’s a gift, well gifts for you. May I come in?” You usher him in and he heads straight to his living room. He has a gift bag in one hand and a huge box on his shoulder which he sets down in an empty corner. He turns back to you smiling and holding out the gift bag. You can tell he’s slightly nervous.

“I can exchange it if you don’t like it.” He says as he stands in the middle of the room, you seen him inhaling deeply taking in your scent.

“I’m sure I’ll love it, sit with me.” You say as you move to your couch and pat the empty seat next to you. He moves quickly and keeps his eyes on you.

You remove the paper to find a few items in there. Pens, highlighters, tabs, post it notes and a notebook. That’s the last thing you take out of the bag slightly confused until you see the the cover. Printed on the cover in gold it says Y/N’s recipes. You trace the lettering with you fingers before opening it to find the pages blank as Bucky breaks the silence.

“You don’t have to like it Y/N I can get you something else.” He says as he moves to take it from you, but you’re faster and you pull it close to your chest.

“Alpha I love it!” You squeal as you move to give him a hug not realizing you called him by his designation. He hadn’t realized it until now but you calling him Alpha makes his chest swell with pride.

“But what’s in the box?” You ask as you pull back.

“Well you said you had books in storage because you didn’t have somewhere to put them so I got you a bookshelf and I’m gonna put it together for you. What do you think?” You answer him by giving him another hug.

You spend the rest of the afternoon watching Bucky put the bookshelf together as you started to fill the recipe book in. Followed by making him some of his favorite things and snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie.

#the sun the moon and the stars #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #fluff #alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader #alpha bucky barnes #alpha!bucky #the sun the moon and the stars asks #the sun the moon and the stars Drabble

[themculibrary]

AU Fics Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one, part three

All I Ever Wanted (ao3) - alby_mangroves, seratonation sam/bucky, steve/tony G, 14k

Summary: Florist/tattooist AU. When Steve and Tony decide to get married Bucky and Natasha volunteer to organise the wedding for them. As it turns out the florist is one Sam Wilson and Bucky really didn’t stand a chance.

A Pirate's Tale (ao3) - Marvel corner (PinkGold) bucky/steve/tony M, 35k

Summary: Pirate AU where Bucky, Steve and Tony have a past, a present and a future together. Not everything is easy, in fact, easy may not have been in their vocabulary to start with.

Catfish (ao3) - L1av steve/bucky E, 28k

Summary: Catfish /ˈkatˌfiSH/ - A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they're not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn't expect is a guy using Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating site?

Not like it's really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

Clueless (ao3) - Nemerosa                                                                      scott/hope M, 40k

Summary: A high school AU in the Ant-Man 'verse. I wasn't able to find many and I thought this might be worth a shot... Inspired by Clueless, my general love of Paul Rudd and the Ant Man part of the MCU.

In which Scott is generally still the handsome goof we all know and love, he's just younger. An intelligent slacker who could be something if he only applied himself more.

Hope is the new transfer student who arrives and challenges him, academically and in other ways...

Countdown (ao3) - ShesLikeTexas steve/tony, pepper/happy, bucky/natasha E, 96k

Summary: Mob Boss Steve Rogers kidnaps Tony Stark and gives him 365 days to fall in love with him.

Dishonor On Your Cow (ao3) - mandarou steve/bucky E, 111k

Summary: “Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

Gonna Marry That Boy (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/tony G, 6k

Summary: Clint runs a coffee shop with his best friend Natasha, and he has a crush on one of the customer's, but he's never actually talked to this boy. He's awkward enough as it is, and things get even more difficult once he learns who the customer is.

Heart of Fools (ao3) - Claudia_flies steve/bucky E, 55k

Summary: Bucky spots the leaflet under some old magazines as he eats. It’s crumpled and worn. He’s looked at it several times in the past seven months since he found it in the Omega center. It has pictures of smiling couples holding hands, sitting on picnic blankets under willow trees. They’re outlined by slogans like “Serve Your Country” and “Your Contribution is Needed”.

Into the Open Air (ao3) - SilverSlashes bucky/steve/tony E, 30k

Summary: Steve is a werewolf missing his mate. Tony is a retired hunter desperate for a cause to take up. They’re both looking for something out in the idyllic, Victorian Irish country-side. They both find it. But the entanglements of love and honor, the bonds of pack and family, and the capricious nature of fate and forgiveness could force three hearts together or tear them all apart.

Lakeside Retreat (ao3) - spacebuck steve/bucky M, 16k

Summary: When Bucky Barnes (writer, sometimes) is sent to Lake Placid to relax and work on his next novel, he's not expecting his trip to get off to such a bad start. Anything that could go wrong, has - until he's rescued from his own misery by his handsome neighbour, who looks mighty familiar.

Last Stop Before Malibu (ao3) - justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) steve/tony E, 31k

Summary: Steve stands under the hot sun, hoping that the next trucker to roll in will bring him enough money to eat tonight, enough to save a little, to get out of this place and go somewhere new.

What he doesn't expect, is to meet a man who changes everything.

When Tony leaves, Steve follows and finds a place in his home, his bed, and maybe, his heart.

Pythagorean Expectation (ao3) - trickdaggers steve/tony E, 182k

Summary: Steve turns, feeling his heart fall out of his chest at the figure walking towards them. This has to be a dream. A nightmare— one that Steve has definitely had before.

Tony Stark walking towards them does not compute. Even with his eyes shrouded by orange-tinted spectacles, there is no mistaking that lopsided grin and casual strut onto the field even from a distance. Steve's head is swimming with questions. Tony holds so much notoriety right now that it would be near impossible to keep him transferring teams a secret, especially considering the team he would be leaving is owned by his own family.

(Aka, the fic in which Steve and Tony are rivals both off and on the baseball field— until they aren’t. And it’s also in the 90s, because why the hell not.)

Straight on till Morning (ao3) - Sineala steve/tony E, 109k

Summary: Tony Stark resigned his commission in Starfleet five years ago, after a disastrous away mission, and he swore he’d never go back. He just wants to be left alone to build warp engines in peace. But the universe has more in store for him than that, as he discovers when Admiral Fury comes to him with an offer he could never have expected and cannot possibly refuse: first officer and chief engineer aboard the all-new USS Avenger, a starship of Tony’s own design. What’s more, the Avenger’s captain is Steve Rogers, hero of the Earth-Romulan War. Believed dead for over a century, Steve is miraculously alive… and very, very attractive.

But nothing is ever easy for Tony. As he wrestles with his secret desire for his new captain and his not-so-dormant fears, another mission starts to go wrong, and Tony becomes aware that Steve has secrets of his own – and the truth could change everything.

The Ballad of The Three Legged Werewolf (ao3) - The Notorious Trollop Vo the Terrible (Voishen) steve/bucky E, 84k

Summary: Funny how the perfect time to begin again is right after you realize everything you had is gone. After being a test subject and a weapon in the hands of the humans for fifteen years, Bucky is finally free. His first order of business is finding his own kind and maybe some answers about the holes in his memory. When he meets the pack's First Alpha, he quickly realizes there is something irresistible about him that has nothing to do with his pack standing. With mating season on the horizon, it's time to pick a partner and he knows exactly which alpha he'd like to keep his den warm. Now if only he could remember how seduction works.

the bruises that we share (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Soulmate AU. Sharing the same injuries/bruises. Pre-War. Skinny!Steve doesn’t like bullies, and often finds himself getting beat up, leaving bruises littered all over his body. Steve doesn’t really think about his soulmate when he gets himself in these situations, figuring someone like him won’t end up with his soulmate. Then, Bucky enters the picture.

The Mating Habits of the Modern Falcon: A Field Guide (ao3) - chicklette bucky/sam E, 48k

Summary: Samuel Wilson has his shit together.

Not in this fic though. In this fic, Sam has a roommate (Steve), a fuck-buddy (Bucky), a full class load (and some student loans), an internship at the VA, a tense relationship with his sister, and no idea what he's doing.

But he's working on it.

To Forgive a Murder (ao3) - SpacePunkStevie steve/bucky M, 24k

Summary: The issue of the Winter Soldier is, truth be told, a dire and intractable problem for Steve Rogers (and, indeed, for at least one powerful government and at least one frustrating millionaire). But this was a dire and intractable problem that had been handed to Steve by fate - or something like it - when he was given Bucky Barnes as a soulmate.

There were a lot of complaints that Steve would like to lodge with fate.

(You’re) The One That I Want (ao3) - eriot, tisfan bucky/tony T, 24k

Summary: Billionaire genius Tony Stark meets and falls in love with tough guy and heart-throb Bucky Barnes during a summer’s fling at a beachside resort. Thought to have been parted forever, they discover they’re both attending Avenger’s Academy, a prep-school for superpowered people. With a different social circle, different goals and different dreams, will Tony and Bucky decide that the other is “the one that they want.”

An Avenger’s Academy/Grease mash up fic.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #au #au masterlist #masterlists

[noctumbra]

intentional

summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”

pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love

a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity. 

You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.

Sometimes you scented each other, too.

His scent was reminding you all kinds of things that you considered safety and homey, so you never said ‘no’ when he wanted to scent you. He let you scent him back most of the time and you used it on his behalf; scenting him when he felt anxious, letting him bury his nose into your neck so that he’d calm down after a brutal mission or nightmare. It worked well for both of you.

Sometimes, though, you wished something more from him. There were times where you wanted him to kiss you, to pull you flush against his muscle-clad, big and warm body and to touch you like that. You wanted to know how his arousal smelled like up-close, but you were valuing your friendship a bit too much to make a move; you were afraid that you’d lose him, and you couldn’t take the risk.

So, you kept it to yourself.

Times went by while both of you went on with your cute flirting and occasional hair-playing and cuddle/hug and scenting game. You knew you should have stopped scenting him back, you didn’t want to get in between him and his potential mate, since he’d been seeing other women sometimes. You overheard him and Sam talking about Tinder and getting dates from there. You also saw him carrying a gorgeous blonde to his room while kissing the daylight out of her.

You wanted so badly to be her, but it was just not possible. You knew it.

Sighing to yourself, you wiggled under your thick duvet, burying your body into the bed even more. It was way too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Your bed was comfy, warm and you put your duvet into a position that got you looking like a burrito. You were supposed to be passed out with these beautiful conditions, but your body was too hot, you felt too itchy to go to sleep. Your heat was close. You could sense it; you were in the pre-heat phase and you had about two days until it hit you.  

You growled to yourself angrily a little as you wiggled a bit more. Your head was partially under your pillow when you heard your phone ping-ing. Frowning, you stuck your hand out to grab it, seeing that you had one unread message. You opened it.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out accidentally when you saw what it was.

It was Bucky. He was shirtless and had his dog tags on. He was holding a cup in his big hands. All the muscles and veins were visible and bulging. He had a flirtatious look on his face. He seemed to wearing thin basketball shorts under, but they did very little to hide whatever he was… hiding there.

“Shit,” you whimpered. Your face was heating up rapidly. You felt your body was ready to burst, explode, whatever. Your heart was beating in your mouth. You could feel your pussy getting wet and even throb a little. You swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth when you heard another ping.

ah, shit, sorry, doll. i meant to send that to someone else.

Well, you thought and sighed.

“It’s not fair,” you whined and inched down on your bed, your legs spreading themselves instinctively. You bit your lip. You could finally make a move and say something suggestive, or you could just… chicken out. “Fuck him,” you muttered. “Fuck him sideways.” Your phone ping-ed again.

how is it look, though? i’m not sure about sending it rn

i think i’m chickening out

You rolled your eyes as his texts. Of course he didn’t like the picture where he looked so fucking sexy.

no, you look good, you texted him back. you look damn good, actually. idk why you’re chickening out. You saw the three dots that were inclining that he was writing and waited.

i dunno, he sent. she’s real nice, ya know. i don’t wanna fuck up

“Fuck whoever she is,” you whispered. “Fuck her if she thinks you’re fucking up when you send her a picture like this.”

why would sending a shirtless pic make you fuck up anyways?

she might think i’m a bit forward? idk honey i really care about her and i don’t want her to think i’m only talking to her bc i wanna fuck her ‘til she passes out.

“What the fuck,” you whispered again, your eyes narrowing and scent turning into its sickly sweet self by the half-dirty talk. Bucky never said anything to you like this before. You shared almost everything, but when the subject was sex Bucky was always a bit shy. Now, though, he didn’t sound shy. “I shouldn’t find this sexy.”

well, i don’t think she’ll have a problem with that, pal. esp with that pic

hell no

The three dots appeared again.

so you’re saying that she’ll know that my only purpose isn’t fucking her through her mattress?

i mean i know this isn’t a dick pic but still

You shake your head fondly. Even when he was trying to sext with a woman, he was being a gentleman. You liked that about him. He was always thinking how the other person would feel if his actions were to get misunderstood. It was cute.

you’re cute, you sent. she’ll understand.

Dots appeared but disappeared a second later. It repeated itself for a couple time before it totally vanished. You frowned but didn’t think too much about it. There really wasn’t much he could say to your last text, you thought. Maybe he finally sent the picture to the person who should have received it in the first place.

You took a deep breath as you looked at the picture again.

God, he was so handsome. He recently had a haircut, and it looked very good on him. He had faint stubble. When you first looked at the picture, you thought he had a flirtatious look, but actually he was just adorable. He was caught in mid-wink, you thought. His flesh hand was dwarfing the big navy colored mug he had in his hand. You knew that mug, you bought him that as a birthday gift, and it was a very big one. You never noticed how big his hands were before, but now that you knew, it was going to be hard to take your eyes away from them.

“Ugh,” you grunted, feeling the itchy sensation increasing. “Fuck me.” Locking your phone, you dropped it on your night stand. You were wet and horny, but you didn’t have any energy to touch yourself. So, you just hugged your pillow and closed your eyes.

──

The morning found you pouring yourself a cereal with still sleepy eyes. The sun was shining brightly, the kitchen was quiet and it seemed like you were the only living creature in the tower. You yawned as you put the cereal box down and poured some milk into your bowl. You perched yourself onto the chair by the kitchen island and dug into your cereal.

You had… vivid dreams last night. It included a pair of hands touching your naked skin, blur of colors and some moaning. You vaguely remembered that there were hushed whispers of a little dirty talk, but the details blurred as soon as you woke up.

That meant you were even achier than last night. You grunted into your cereal.

“Hey,” you heard someone murmur and jumped, it was Bucky. He looked like he just came back from a run. “Shit, sorry,” Bucky muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You shrugged as you slurped the last of your cereal. With the corner of your eyes, you saw his nostrils flare and realized he was scenting the air. “Y’alright, doll?”

“Mmhm, just achy,” you murmured and carried your bowl to the sink. Bucky stayed silent and watched you washing your bowl and rolling your shoulders a couple times. He could smell your scent; it was content but somehow… off. He also knew your heat was close. Your scent was too sweet albeit being a little off, it was like he just stepped into a bakery and got hit with freshly baked goods. It was mouthwatering. Eyes narrowing, Bucky murmured a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself, he stepped behind you.

“You seem awfully tense, honey,” Bucky muttered into your ear as he pressed his body to yours. “Couldn’t sleep well?” You tensed. You could feel the heat coming off of his body, could smell his clean sweat, cologne and his own musk; it was woody and fresh: like a bonfire in the middle of a forest. More importantly, you could feel all the muscles and ridges on his body against yours.

“Somethin’ like that,” you whispered. Bucky cooed at you softly. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you in and making you rest your body against his. His scent surrounded you in a second, and you felt like you were being cocooned in your bed by your soft blankets.

“Breathe with me, love,” he murmured. “It will help you loosen up.” You swallowed and nodded. Feeling his chest moving behind you, you followed his movements. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re doing great.” You breathed in, in, and in and then let it ouuuut. You felt your shoulder relax a bit. “That’s it,” he whispered and─

His lips were right over your pulse. His stubble was rubbing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You shuddered uncontrollably. Bucky hushed you as his lips brushed against your skin. His hot breath was licking your neck, making the hair on your body rise. He nosed your glands there; taking lungful of your scent, Bucky grumbled to himself about how good you smell.

With a small grunt of his, he took a step forward and cornered you against the counter. You gasped.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, “You are tense, honey.” His lips found your jaw, his nose poked your temple and you shuddered again.

It felt like you were underwater but weren’t drowning; everything was peaceful quiet, and you were floating.

“Bucky,” you whispered. He hummed. “Bucky…” He kissed your neck, bit down on the flesh and sucked it a little. You felt your legs tremble when you felt your heat creeping in even closer and grabbed his arms around your waist for support. You tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him, and closed your eyes.

Placing kisses all over your neck, nibbling on your jaw, one of his hands grabbed your face to turn it towards him. “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop.” You didn’t say anything but leaned into his touch. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” you whispered, surpassing a shiver. Your heat was taking over your body, and Bucky needed the verbal confirmation before it consumed you.

“Honey,” he said softly. “Your heat is starting, do you want me to help you?” You gasped silently, realizing that you were feeling woozy a little and your vision was fuzzy around the edges, now.

“Yes,” you answered him. “Please, alpha?”  

Bucky’s chest rumbled lightly with approval and captured your lips with his. You moaned into his mouth. It was as soft as it looked and was caressing yours so nicely. You whimpered as you sneaked your hand into his slightly damp hair. You craned your neck to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue join the game, too. Bucky groaned.

“Fuck, love,” he whimpered. “Your skin feels so soft under my hands, your body is so warm… Mmm, I wanna eat you right up.” You wiggled in his arms.

“Please,” you whispered. Bucky bit down on your bottom lip. His other hand sneaked into your pajama bottoms, sliding right into your panties and nudging your clit gently. You gasped loudly as Bucky cursed.

“Holy shit, honey,” Bucky groaned. “You’re wetting your pajama bottoms with your slick.” You whimpered when you felt one long digit swiping the slick that gathered between the lips of your pussy. “Is it for me?” He asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. You nodded. Bucky tugged on your hair. “Words. Use’em.”

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, only for you, Bucky, yes!”

“That’s more like it,” Bucky murmured and slid two of his fingers inside you. Biting your lip to stop yourself moan loudly, your hand tightened in Bucky’s hair and you bared your throat to Bucky by the throwing your head back even more, submitting him.

The way Bucky was fingering you was relentless; two of his long and thick fingers were stroking your wet walls, crooking them to graze over your sensitive spot sometimes while the heel of his hand was pressing down on your clit. You were being stimulated from almost all your open ended nerves so perfectly, you wanted to cry.

“I wish you see how you look right now, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You’re so deep into your pleasure...” You hummed and let out a gasp when he crooked his fingers again. “You take my fingers so nicely. My hand is drenched, baby, goddamn.” He nosed your bared throat, taking deep breaths, Bucky filled his lungs with your sweet heat scent. “Gotta get you to your room, love. The whole kitchen is gonna smell like your heat if we don’t.” You whined, but you weren’t lost in your head yet, so you knew he was right. You nodded. Bucky kissed your neck and suddenly, your world was upside down.

You were thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman and you were his prey. “Bucky!” He chuckled, his metal hand slapping your ass, he stepped into the elevator and told Jarvis to go up to your floor. He carried you like that throughout the whole trip. You got to feel his back muscles all the way to your room, though, so you thought it wasn’t so bad.

Bucky dropped you on the floor gently. You were standing right in front of your room. “I can wait here,” Bucky murmured and continued when he saw your confused look. “While you are getting nest sorted out, I can wait here.”

Your heart swelled in your chest because ain’t he the most thoughtful.

“Aww, James,” you whispered. He just smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Really?” He nodded. You knew he took these kinds of things serious because he was a bit old-school, but you liked that about him very much.

“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you go ahead and sort your nest out while I get us some water and snacks?” You placed your hand on your heart.

“A man after my stomach,” you said dreamily, making him snort. “Okay.” He kissed your neck one more time and walked back to the elevator.

You had a spring on your step as you walked inside of your room and stripping the bed from unnecessary things. You pulled out your softest linens, blankets and pillows; arranging them on the bed the way you liked, you added some extra tiny pillows. It looked inviting, personal and smelled like you strongly. You smiled, pleased with your efforts. Just as you sat down on the bed in your underwear, you had kept your oversize t-shirt though, you heard a knock.

“Come in!” You called out and saw Bucky’s smiling, handsome face. He had arms full of snacks and water bottles, he also had other things which you couldn’t figure out what. You watched him as he put the things he carried into your room on your small desk.

“I, uh,” he started, suddenly looking bashful. “I thought you might want, uh,” Bucky stammered over his words and just handed you something.

It was his blanket from his bed and the sweatshirt you saw him wearing yesterday.

“I can always put them aside or bring more, whatever you want,” Bucky hurriedly added. You shook your head as you reached and took them from him. You folded the sweatshirt and put it right next to your bed where you would be reaching something to wear after you were through, and spread the blanket on your bed, rearranging your pillows. You took your t-shirt off before you turned and faced with Bucky.

You walked up to him slowly until you were standing right in front of him. You could see his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating and him scenting the air. “Kiss me, alpha?” Bucky let out a broken sound before he pulled you against his body, his flesh hand cradling your face gently, and leaned down to give you the kiss that you asked for so nicely.

It was, hands down, the most loving and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It was nothing like the kiss you’ve shared in the kitchen. This one was chaste. Bucky’s lips were soft, and he was kissing you like a longtime lover. Moaning lightly, you tilted your head to your side and deepened the kiss a bit; pushing up on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping themselves around your waist one more time.

You felt amazingly consumed and caged and overwhelmed, and you were fucking loving it.

Bucky pulled back slightly. “Bed,” he commanded. His voice was rough and low. His woodsy, fresh smell had taken a sharp turn and now it was more like burning wood and citrus. You loved how forest-y his scent was. You quickly climbed on the bed, and a second later Bucky joined you.

His big body caged yours under him. The body heat this man had was driving you crazy because he was so fucking warm, it made you want to wrap yourself around him like a koala and never let go.

“Bucky…” You breathed when you felt his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, gasped when he placed a soft bite there. His light stubble was rubbing your skin raw, but you were loving it just like everything else. You felt him press his body against yours fully as he drew in a deep breath.

“God, your scent is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured and kissed his way downwards. He stopped when he came across to your bra, looking up in your eyes, he silently asked for permission to take it off. You nodded. As soon as your breasts were free from their containment, Bucky latched on to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.

“Fuck!” You yelped when he bit down and sucked and did… things with his tongue. He was licking and sucking, his saliva had covered your nipple and you could hear the slurping sound. It was so sexy, the pleasure was so intense; you felt like you were about to come. Whimpering, you slid your hands in his short hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. Bucky hummed. The vibrations and the graze of his teeth made you hiss, your body was trashing beneath his strong one.

Bucky pulled back with a ‘pop’, licking his lips, his fingers toyed with your other nipple. “How are you feelin’, love?” He asked. You panted lightly as you gave him thumbs up but yelped again when he pinched your nipple. “Words,” he growled. “I told you to use them.”

“’m good,” you whimpered, nipple throbbing deliciously. “’m good, I swear, ‘m fine, alpha.” Bucky hummed at the name. He always liked being called ‘alpha’ during sex before, he was never shy to tell his partners to call him that when he wanted to end his dancing night with someone, but hearing you call him that was turning him on in a whole different level.

Growling approvingly to himself, Bucky’s fingers found the hem of your panties. Before he could ask for permission, you lifted your hips to help him remove them easily. Bucky took a hold of the flimsy fabric, quickly dragging it down your beautiful legs, he threw them somewhere in the room. You were now under him with all your naked fucking glory, and Bucky’s mouth was watering at the sight of you. His gums were hurting with the desire to claim and mark you.

“You are gorgeous, baby,” Bucky murmured, fingers trailing over your soft skin and making you shiver happily. He leaned in. His light stubble rasped against your nipple as he nosed your collarbone, licking and sucking small marks there. You sighed. Your hands were buried deep in his short hair, the fluffiness of it turning into a messy state. “You feel so good against me,” he murmured again, lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your breasts. You whimpered. The ache between your legs was getting intolerable with each passing second, and you wanted him to take you already.

“Bucky…” You breathed. “Please, Bucky, alpha, I-I can’t, it h-hurts,” you babbled, hands now clawing his strong and wide shoulders. Quickly, Bucky shushed you with kisses, murmured filthy nonsense into your ear as he trailed one hand down your front. You gasped when his fingers brushed against your clit. It was already so sensitive and throbbing and aching─

“So wet,” Bucky whispered. “I’m gonna taste it later.” He brushed his fingers up and down for a couple times and pulled his hand back. “Now, we make your hurting stop, love.” You nodded. Your eyes were half-closed, you looked debauched without Bucky doing anything properly yet, and more importantly you looked drunk with only a couple kisses and touching from him.

If that ain’t the best kind of ego boost, I don’t know what is, Bucky thought to himself as he bit his lip and removed his clothes. Your sweet heat scent was filling his lungs and the room, and making him feel lightheaded. His skin was prickling with the intensity of your scent. He knew very well no matter how many times he’d shower that he would be smelling like you even days after your heat ended. Honestly, that would be a dream come true for Bucky.

His crush on you was getting stronger rather than dying down. He had tried dating with other people, hooking up or just spend his rut with at least a partner, but he just couldn’t because his body was yearning yours. His lungs were desperate for your sweet, calming scent filling them, his fingers were itching to feel your skin, and his lips were tingling to meet with yours… His whole body had been wanting you, no one else had made him feel this way before.

“God, Y/N,” Bucky breathed. His eyes were now fully black, face darkened with lust and his body heat had increased. He was about to enter his rut, he knew it. Bucky leaned forward and licked a fat line from your collarbone to all the way up to your ear, making your bonding glands throb. You gasped at the feeling.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You sighed, eyes screwed shut. Bucky hummed. His fingers moved south, were quick to find your dripping and aching core, he slipped two of his fingers in you. You moaned. His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, thumb pressing lightly on your clit. He could feel the poor thing throb beneath his fingertip, Bucky chuckled against your throat and nipped the skin there. You moaned one more time, but louder, your nails dug them deep into Bucky’s meaty shoulders. Bucky hissed at the slight pain, but all the pain during sex was welcomed in his book.

Bucky pulled his fingers out and pushed off of you, ignoring your little whines. “Present,” he ordered, his voice was still soft even though his commanding tone. Whimpering, you flipped onto your tummy, pressed your chest against the soft linens beneath you and lifted your ass high up on the air. Bucky groaned. “Damn, kitten,” he whispered. You shivered. He placed his hands on your ass, and then moved them up, up, up and slid one of them into your hair. “Do I need a condom?” You nodded.

“Birth control is no good for me,” you panted lightly. Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss on your cheek, he leaned sideways to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. You rubbed your face, wiggled your hips and fisted the bedding as Bucky put on the condom. As soon as he was done, he walked closer to you on his knees and immediately draped his body onto yours. You sighed at the skin-to-skin contact.

“Tell me if you want to or need me to stop because you don’t like what we’re doing, alright?” Bucky murmured. You nodded.

“I will,” you slurred slightly and earned another kiss on your cheek. You hummed happily. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your wet folds and held your breath. With a smooth, slow thrust of his hips, Bucky slid into you. “Fuuuck,” you sighed, eyes closed and mouth open, drooling just a little bit. The ache in your core was disappeared as soon as Bucky filled you up.

“Goddamn,” Bucky gritted. Your pussy was hugging his hard as hell cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he was being wrapped with the softest blankets to ever exist. Falling onto his elbows, Bucky placed kisses on your bare shoulders. He moved his arms carefully and wrapped them around your torso. One of his hands was wrapped lightly around your neck, and you felt another flame taking over your body with the feeling.

“Move,” you whispered. “Alpha, please, move.” Bucky shushed you gently. Never stopping peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek, Bucky moved his hips slowly at first. You gasped, head thrown back on Bucky’s shoulder, you closed your eyes.

Your mind was fogged, body wrung tight with sexual frustration and the coil in your belly was burning hotter each passing second. You could feel your heat taking over your body. Bucky’s strong scent was covered with the traces of faint rut, and his scent was clogging up all your senses.

It felt magnificent.

“Alpha,” you moaned when his cock touched a spot in you, your body suddenly waking up. Bucky grunted. His rut was making him a little non-verbal, but he was okay with it. “Faster,” you whimpered. “Faster, harder, alpha, fuck!” The breath knocked out of your lungs with Bucky’s hard thrust.

Grunting and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky started slamming into you. Your slick was now covering his inner thighs and groin, making these obscene sounds to echo in your room and your skin to stuck each other whenever Bucky’s pelvis kissed yours. You whimpered. Your body was both loosening up and tightening even more as Bucky’s thrusts became harder and deeper. Your body was melting under his, muscles were getting lax because of the rut scent and soft rumbles Bucky was occasionally letting out.

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, nose poking your bonding glands. “You smell so good, omega,” he murmured, and you shuddered under him. Bucky chuckled darkly. His hot breath licked over your pulse. His short fangs grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck as his pace turned into even something more feral. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, you were deafened by it.

You whimpered when you felt his teeth again. You had no fear of Bucky mating you, you knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t do that, but feeling him dragging his fangs up and down like that on your bonding glands was incredibly turning you on. You grabbed onto his arms when he slightly straightened up so that he could drive in you deeper.

“Shit,” you gasped. Bucky growled. His arms around your neck tightened its hold a bit, enough to make you feel every drag of oxygen. “Fuck, Bucky─” His cock was driving in and out of you at a mad pace, balls slapping against your clit and obscene sounds of your wet pussy was driving you even crazier.

With a snarl, Bucky pulled you up against him, flipping you on your back in a matter of seconds. When he slid into your once again, you felt the bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. You gasped, looking down, your mouth hung open on its own. Bucky chuckled.

“That mouth of yours is hungry, ain’t it?” He asked, a filthy smirk on his face. You tried to swallow the spit, but he didn’t let you. He stuffed three of his metal fingers into your mouth. “Suck on’em, honey,” he ordered lovingly. You moaned as you did what you were being told and felt his pace falter for a second. “Fuck.” You hummed around his fingers. His rut scent getting stronger, covering your body, your bed and leaving its mark deep into your bones, you felt like a cat under the sun.

Bucky placed his flesh hand on your pussy. His hips were moving with a rapid pace, your fluids were mixing with his. His thumb found your clit and started to play with it. You cried out. your back arching, you moaned around his fingers, your pussy tightening on his cock. Bucky gasped and grunted. His balls were hurting because of how full they were.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ come for me, omega,” his harsh whispering voice commanded. You felt your eyes roll back as the pleasure and blinding orgasm took over your body. Bucky cursed as he felt your mouth watering even more around his fingers, pussy walls clamping on his cock and knot. Gasping, Bucky leaned in and pulled his fingers out your mouth so that he could kiss you. Bucky was so close, so fucking close─

“Mmm,” you hummed into his kiss. “C’me f’r me, alpha,” you murmured, placing sloppy kisses on his mouth. “C’mon, breed me, fill me up, make a mess─”

Groaning loudly, Bucky slammed forward one last time before he felt his knot popped. His balls seized so hard, Bucky let out a wounded sound. You shushed him. Placing your hands on his face, you kissed him. He sighed into the kiss as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, fucking his come deeper into you.

“Fuck, honey,” Bucky breathed out when the intense part of his orgasm washed away. You smiled, kissing him again. Bucky kissed you back soundly. “Damn, I’ve never come that hard before,” he said, chuckling.

“Good,” you said. Your scent flaring up with smugness, Bucky laughed.

“Yeah, alright, you’re possessive,” he said with a smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked your head. Bucky continued to smile but couldn’t stop himself from leaning down for another kiss.

After a couple minutes of lazy make-out, Bucky carefully re-arranged your positions so that he could cuddle you without crushing you. You lay like that in silence, feeling content. Your heat and his rut had diminished for the time being, giving you some time to recover. You were playing with his metal hand when the thought struck you.

“Hey,” you murmured, and Bucky hummed as an answer. “What did she say?” You asked him. He made a confused sound.

“Who? About what?”

“You sent me a picture last night and said you were chickening out because she was real nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up,” you explained, a little bit jealousy slipping into your scent. “Did you send her the picture? What did she say?” You felt him freeze momentarily, but then he let out a small chuckle.

“I sent it, yes,” he said. “She said that I look damn good and that I can’t fuck this thing up, not with that picture, and that I’m cute and she’ll understand why I sent it.”

You froze.

“It was intentional,” you murmured. Bucky hummed in approval, kissing your shoulder and tightening his arms around you. “You asshole,” you shrieked, hitting his arm. “You could have just come to me!” Bucky laughed as you hit him again.

“I’m sorry!” He said. “I actually didn’t mean to send you that picture, I swear. I hit send accidentally, but I also said ‘might as well’ afterwards, so,” he murmured, shrugging.

“God, I can’t believe this,” you grumbled. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “I couldn’t sleep last night because of that picture,” you admitted.

Bucky frowned. “Why?”

“I was horny, Bucky,” you said. Bucky let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all.

“No, you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, pouting at the same time.

“No, I’m not,” he agreed, slowly moving on top of you. “I can make it up, though…” Kissing your cheek, he poked your nose with his playfully. “You said you were horny, right? How about I do something about that?” You smirked.

“I’m in heat, Barnes,” you said. “You better make it up to me.” Bucky smirked right back at you.

“Your wish is my command, m’Queen,” he said, sweeping you into a passionate kiss. 

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[kaunis-sielu]

Burning Rose: End

It’s a tense few minutes, you feel Bucky calm at your back as Wilson seems to be weighing his options. Either he give up his claim on you and get a willing Beta or he can choose to fight Bucky for you, an Alpha who has several other Alphas and a True Alpha on his side.

“Beta. Come here.” Vanessa moves to his side and looks hopefully up at him. “Did I say you could look at me?”

“No Alpha.” She says dropping her gaze again. You’re truly disgusted by his behavior.

“Fine. I’ll take the Beta instead of the Omega.”

“You’ll leave Blossom alone?” Steve asks.

“Yes.”

“And her former pack?”

“Fine.”

“And mine and Clark’s.”

“If it’ll make you happy.”

“Ecstatic.” Steve snarks then Wilson nods at his track suit fools and takes Vanessa’s hand he pulls her into him and marks her in front of you.

“Mine.” He rumbles and she lets out a happy sigh.

“Go.” Steve Alpha commands with a sneer and a smirking Wilson and Vanessa leave. Sam and Carol follow them out to make sure they leave. Once they leave you go slack against Bucky.

“Hey, Darlin’ you’re okay.” Bucky soothes as he pulls you flush against him, his arms keeping you upright more than you are.

“I’ve never been so scared in my whole fucking life.” You mutter, out of the corner of your eye you see Fawn turn and bury her face into Steve’s chest.

“You were incredible Fawn. Thank you.” You tell her and she hums softly.

“Just playing to his big fat ego.” Her voice is muffled by Steve’s chest and you can’t help the smile on your face. “If I ever have to smell him again I might throw up.”

“That bad?” Steve asks and she lets out a small whimper.

“That bad.” You affirm from where you’re leaned against Bucky, he presses a kiss to your mark and you have to bite back the moan that threatens to pass your lips.

“Do you think it’s really over?” Clark asks and Steve nods.

“I might be optimistic but I do. I think that he knows that he can’t win against this alliance we have.”

“We’re with you.” Clark says again before shaking Steve’s hand. “I should probably go. I have to find a new florist to get Punkie some flowers so she doesn’t rip my head off when I get home.”

“Get her a peony bouquet.” You offer and Clark gives you a smile.

“Thanks Blossom. Let me know when your shop is back up and running and I’ll be back.” You move out of Bucky’s embrace to give Clark a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Tell Punkie anytime she wants to get together let Blossom know. I think we should introduce her to Becca.” Fawn says and both Steve and Bucky groan.

“Like Becca needs any encouragement to be a sassy little thing.” Bucky says and both you and Fawn laugh.

“I think that sounds wonderful.” You agree and Clark gives you a little nod before leading the group out of his office.

You and Bucky go home, Becca is with Pietro, something you can tell Bucky still isn’t completely okay with, you and Fawn have agreed to keep working on the Alphas to give him a chance.

“What do you wanna do tonight Darlin’?” He asks closing the door behind you.

“Can we talk about the fact that you’re a multimillionaire?”

“I mean, we can?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would it have changed your opinion of me?”

“No, it might have Maria though.” You tease him and he laughs pulling you to him to kiss you.

“I have an idea for what we can do.”

“What’s that?”

“We could start designing our house. We’re gonna be moving upstate, the whole pack is, there’s more space up there and we won’t share a house with Becca.”

“That sounds really wonderful. Could we maybe put a workspace for me to do flowers?”

“Absolutely, and we can maybe do a redesign of your shop?”

“You’re okay with me still working?”

“Darlin’ whatever makes you happy I’m okay with.” You hum happily before pressing a kiss to his jaw, unless he bends to meet you that’s the highest you can reach when you’re standing. “God you’re so sweet Darlin’.” He murmurs before kissing you.

🔥🌹🔥🌹

Bucky brings you to the office where his tablet is. “Wanna just work in here?”

“Yea,” you agree and he sits down and you sit in his lap and he wraps his arms around you. If it was up to him you’d never sit in a chair again, he loves having you as close to him as possible.

“So this is what I’d designed before. Nat helped a little but we can always start from scratch.”

“What is this?”

“This is the first floor layout. I like a two story, I don’t want our bedroom or our kids bedrooms on the first floor.”

“You wanna have kids?” You ask softly and he realizes suddenly that you’ve never talked about this.

“I mean, if you do I do but if you don’t then that’s okay.”

“Alpha I do.” You tell him pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I like the idea of having the bedrooms upstairs.”

“Oh, okay good.” Bucky says suddenly envisioning you with his children. When he looks up at you there’s a soft smile on your face.

“Okay, the first floor,” he says focusing back on the plans in front of you. “This is our plot,” he swipes to a photo of the piece of land he’d picked out. It’s next door to Steve and Fawn’s place overlooking the valley.

“Oh, wow.” You breathe and Bucky hums, “It’s so beautiful.”

“What do you think about the layout of the house?” He asks swiping back over to the layout he’s created. You hum softly,

“Could we switch the dining space and the kitchen or would that ruin it?”

“I think that’d be fine. Why do you want to?”

“We have this beautiful view, why not be able to enjoy it from the living room.

“Good point.” Bucky erases a couple of lines then switches the living room and dining room.

“It looks weird. What if we switch the kitchen and living room?” Bucky does then hums softly,

“I like that. How is up here for your flowers?” He asks pointing at the room he has labeled with a question mark.

“I’ll need some fridges in there, but I’m good with that.” You agree, “Can I see upstairs?” Bucky swipes again and the upstairs appears. “Is this as big the first floor?”

“A little smaller, I really love the idea of a loft area so we can sit and look at the valley from upstairs.”

“Oh that sounds lovely.” You trace a line of the bedroom with your finger, “you can say no if you want but could we put in a pool?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I love swimming.” You tell him and he swipes back to the first floor and adds a pool to the backyard then shifts the house a little closer to the street.

“We’ll have to fence in the yard with a pool.”

“That’s okay. I’d want it fenced in either way eventually.” When he glances up at you quizzically you elaborate, “When we have kids I don’t want them anywhere near the edge of the valley.”

“Oh, good point.”

“Is there a basement?”

“Yea, mostly for storage and then my shop is down there.”

“Your shop?”

“I do a lot of woodworking. I made our headboard and am working on a rocking chair for Wanda and Vision.”

“That’s, that’s really attractive.” You murmur and Bucky chuckles softly.

“Yea?”

“Can I watch sometime?”

“Darlin’ you can watch all the time.” He flirts and you bite your lower lip humming softly.

“What else have you made?”

“The kitchen table, and I’ve sold quite a few pieces.”

“Could you make me a custom workspace? For my shop?”

“Absolutely, whatever you want Darlin’.” Bucky assures you and he feels a happy little zip through your bond. “I love you.”

“I love you too Bucky. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being patient with me. For protecting me. For making me feel so loved. I just, I never imagined being so lucky to actually love and want to be with my mate. I can’t put into words how grateful I am to you.”

“You humble me Blossom.” Bucky says, the fact that you’re being so open with him, when mere days ago you’d been afraid of any Alpha that wasn’t Maria floors him. “I love you. I’m so proud of you. I love you.” He says before you press your mouth to his. Bucky slides his fingers through your hair as you kiss him, it’s a slow sweet kiss, no rush to it. When you pull away you brush your thumbs over his cheekbones and smile at him.

“I love you and I can’t wait to do forever with you.”

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what would POYT steve have done if he saw peter and his omega together before him and omega got together?

would he beat peter up?

would he have cornered omega?

Good question! I never thought about that before! I can imagine Steve would be caught off guard a bit, and he’d feel a lot of emotions at once. Mainly anger. Bc how dare this nerdy omega from his class be kissing and holding hands with some random skinny nobody boy??? Could she possibly have a boyfriend?

And it would really irk Steve but he wouldn’t understand why… he’d rationalise in his head that it’s bc an omega should be with an alpha… not whatever this random guy is. Yeah, that’s totally the reason why he’s so affected, it’s not like Steve’s jealous, pffft… definitely not jealous.

Then some juvenile behaviour would ensue. Steve would trip someone up and they’d go flying into omega, who would fall at the impact. Then Steve and co would laugh at her. Then Peter would try and stand up to Steve, and that would give Steve (and Sam and Bucky) a reason to beat Peter up😩

But it would end with omega cleaning up Peter’s wounds, and Steve feeling not nearly as fulfilled or happy.

#he’d try and suppress whatever longing he’s feeling #go home and fuck Sharon #except he’d press her face into the pillow #and right before he comes… guess who he’d picture is beneath him instead??? #🤨🤔🤨🤔 #is that a snippet of the Steve prequel???😳😳😳 #hehehehe #not the Peter part tho bc steve finds out about Peter in poyt 1 #anyways #poyt ask #smile1318

[holylulusworld]

Stride

AFGO Square Filled: Anniversary Dinner @afgomegaversebingo​​

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Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader  

Word Count: 1,2 k

Summary: Bookworm meets alpha.

Warnings: a hint of angst, blind-date, fluff, meet-cute, roleplay, anniversary, implied smut, language  

A/N: none

Rating: Mature

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“Fuck, that’s a freaking tall alpha,” one of the girls next to you squeaks. You follow her eyes to watch a tall alpha walk into the bar. She eyes him up and down, already pushing her tits up. “Does my make-up look good?” she asks you, disturbing your thoughts.

“What?” you glance at her, huffing as she’s busy getting a pocket mirror and a lipstick out. “Why do you ask me? Go and check your make-up in the mirror or ask someone else. I’m busy.”

The blonde sneers at your comment. It’s her turn to eye you up and down. “Yeah, why would I ask you. That dress—” she chuckles, “is out of style for years. Who wears a blue pinafore dress and red heels?”

“Someone waiting for a blind date,” you take a sip of your too-sweet drink, scrunching up your nose as the alcohol burns your throat. “Not that this would be any of your business.” She’s getting on your nerves, and you are not afraid to show it.

“Blind date,” she snickers now. “Aw, sweetie. The guy will run for the hills if he sees you in your cheap dress, wearing barely any make-up and,” now her eyes narrow as she leans closer, “you look like you are no fun.”

“Fuck you,” you toss money onto the counter to get away from the annoying girl. She’s not wrong. You are waiting for two hours for your date to show. Maybe he ran for the hills the moment he saw you in your dress.

“No thanks. I guess your blind date won’t fuck you either,” the girl coos as you storm off, only to bump into a firm chest.

“Fuck,” you curse as two hands grip your upper arms to part you from the body you just bumped into. “What the fuck!”

“That’s a lot of fucks,” a deep voice purrs. The owner of the voice smirks as you look up at the tallest alpha you ever saw. “I guess I finally found my blind date.”

“Blind date…you…oh,” you gasp audibly as the alpha the girl from earlier admired stands right in front of you, claiming to be your blind date. “What’s our code word?” He chuckles as you seem to be unimpressed by his appearance or the fact that his scent just got stronger.

“Wizard of Oz,” he holds out his hand, smirking as you reluctantly place your smaller hand into his large palm. “Sorry for running late. I had problems with my car. I had to borrow my brother’s car to come here.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. I knew you would come,” he holds your hand for a while, just-drinks your appearance in. A soft smile tugs the corners of his lips, and you feel your heart flutter when he brings your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to your skin.

“What’s your real name?” licking your lips you look at the man in front of him, wondering if you can trust a stranger you met at a book forum on the internet. “My name is Sam, Sam Winchester. My brother’s name is Dean and I love books.”

“You don’t look like a bookworm,” it’s true. Sam is very tall. He’s having a muscular build with broad shoulders and chest. A thick beard frames his handsome features, and his shaggy hair almost reaches his neck. “I mean…usually the guys I meet at the book forum do not look like you.”

“Usually, girls I meet for a blind date aren’t that,” he lowers himself to whisper in your ear, “sweet and pretty. Most of them are overdressed and wear too much make-up. I like your style.”

“I thought it will make it easier for you to recognize it’s me, Dorothy83,” you shrug. “I don’t wear this outfit often. Only on Halloween.”

“How about we leave this place and have dinner? I could cook for you,” Sam offers, eyes drifting toward your mating gland. His Adam’s apple bobbles. He croons, hand holding yours a little tighter as you silently nod. “Good. What do you like to eat?”

“Anything you can cook,” you challenge. “Surprise me.” Your mother would scold you for trusting a stranger so easily and following him home but there is something about Sam making you feel safe. “I’m not picky.”

“How about we eat dessert first?” his large hand snakes around your waistline, moves down your body to grope your ass roughly. “I promise to eat it all up and you get some meat for dinner.”

“Some meat you say,” eyes dilated Sam looks down at you, smirking darkly as you put your hands on his chest, moving down to his crotch to grope him. “What are we talking about, Sam. Big meat or just some wiener.”

“Big meat, kitten,” you purr as his other hand moves between your thighs, fingertips stroking the soft skin of your inner thigh. “Hard, fresh, and ready to make you scream.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” the blonde from earlier growls. “You can’t just pounce on him. Go and look for your blind date.”

“Hey, watch your tongue,” Sam uses his alpha voice. “That’s my wife you are talking to, my omega and mother of my future children.”

“Wife? Omega?” the girl splutters. “But she’s waiting for a blind date. I mean…she said…”

“Get lost,” the girl runs for her life when Sam barks at her.

“See, I told you not to walk into a bar like that. You can’t stride into a place and expect all the unmated omegas to not be all over you.”

“Y/N, omega,” Sam mumbles. “I only walked into the bar. I didn’t want to draw attention.”

“You are forgiven,” he pecks your lips, mumbling against you.

“Why did we chose to do a roleplay for anniversary?”

“We wanted our anniversary to be special. I still remember our first date.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Just like tonight, you were putty in my hands back then.”

“Aw, you believe you’ll get laid tonight,” you coo. “Self-confident much, Mr. Winchester?”

“No,” he smirks now. “I just know that you can’t resist me for long.” His lips wander to your neck to suckle at your sweet spot. “You’ll be mine all over again tonight…”

“Okay, I’m an awful cook,” Sam huffs as he looks at the pan. He burned the steak he tried to fry, and now, he sighs deeply. “I ruined it. Do you want me to order food?” he watches you walk toward him, swaying your hips. You’re only wearing one of his old shirts and he drops the spatula to just watch you for a moment. “Baby?”

“You tried at least, Sam. I ordered food twenty minutes ago,” he croons as you move your hands over his chest. “Your favorite food, wine, and dessert.”

“I already had dessert,” humming you move your hands to his biceps to squeeze him tightly. “Sweeter than any other dessert.”

“Sam let’s just wait for the food and cuddle on the sofa,” you wrap your arms around him, head resting on his chest. “Happy anniversary baby.”

“Happy anniversary,” he kisses your hair, humming against you. “Did you like our roleplay? Do you want to do this again?”

“I liked that bitch ran out of the bar after you growled at her,” you snicker. “She believed my alpha would even look her way.”

“So—now I’m your alpha, miss?” Sam purrs in your ear. “What will your alpha get for being yours?”

“Anything you want, Sir. Just name it...”

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[harryspet]

his to claim | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping

A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot! 

In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.

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Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas. 

It was one in the morning when the white wolf passed through the tree line, the packhouse coming into view. The three-story cabin fit many of the high-ranking families and was the center of most pack activities. Meetings, gatherings, and celebrations for the Winter’s Shield pack were all held here. 

Bucky shifted, each one of his bones cracking roughly back into place as if they’d forgotten they were half-human. As he expected, there was a pair of shorts waiting for him on the porch. Nat always hated when he’d show up naked in the middle of the night. This is my house, he’d say. Save it for your mate, she’d say back. Bucky would always scoff at that. Not many Alphas make it to their thirties without a mate and Bucky was quite willing to keep his single streak going. 

The house was heated, comforting him after losing the warmth of his coat. Still, he was covered in elk blood and could use a shower along with a twelve-hour nap. He walked towards the winding stairs, only to hear rumbling in the kitchen, and deciding to investigate. He was the only night owl around here, or at least that’s what he thought. 

He could already smell that there were foreigners around and prayed this week would go by fast. Flicking on the kitchen light, he found you sitting on the island counter. You looked up from your carton of chocolate ice cream with wide eyes. He expected you to freak out at the sight of him but it seemed you were more embarrassed on your behalf rather than frightened. 

“Sorry … I was just gonna have one bowl and then that turned into two. And then  …” You emphasized the spoon that was sitting in the mostly eaten carton. Omega, his wolf said. There was a strange omega sitting on his kitchen counter in oversized pajamas and hair rollers. His eyes fell to something sitting behind her which she instantly pushed further behind her back in panic, “There’s a little left if you want some.”

“Who are you?” Bucky asked, a little more harshly than he intended. 

“Y/N,” You answered, a bit flustered, “I’m Monica’s sister … also her maid of honor. I know there isn’t usually a maid of honor in our wedding ceremonies but there’s always a maid of honor in the movies. I’m gonna throw her such a cool bachelorette party, Natasha said we could have it in the living room-”

Bucky felt suffocated by your excitement. Feeling overwhelmed by the bright lights and whatever his wolf was feeling for you, he said, “Stop,” He raised a hand, confused by your comfortableness with the situation. You talked to him, an Alpha, so casually and you didn’t seem at all frightened by his bloody appearance,  “Do you know who I am?”’

“Alpha Barnes,” You hopped down from the counter, making sure to keep whatever you were hiding behind your back, “Sam said you’d be back at some point. They made a bet on whether or not you’d get back before or after my dad left. Everyone said you’d skip the wedding.” 

Alpha Fury’s second daughter. An Omega. An annoying, little, ice-cream stealing Omega. 

“Well here I am,” Bucky stepped closer to you and was surprised when you didn’t even blink at that. An omega raised by an Alpha, you were something Bucky had never encountered, “Why are you raiding my kitchen so late at night, Omega.”

There was a flash of sadness in your eyes, “I had a nightmare … ice cream always makes me feel better. You ever get nightmares, Alpha Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrowed. 

“No,” Bucky spoke coldy, confused about what was pulling him closer to you. 

“Nuh-uh, no way,” Bucky thought you were challenging him but there was an innocent smile on your face, “My Dad said you’ve fought in lots of battles, challenged a lot of other Alphas, you must see a lot of terrible stuff. You never even get a little bit scared?”

Bucky ignored your pressing question, the look on his face frustrated, “What’s behind your back?”

“Uhm … what’s behind yours?” You tried distracting him but Bucky knew there was nothing behind him. 

“Show me,” He commanded, knowing that Omega inside of you wouldn’t want to disobey him. 

You huffed. 

Stupid alphas, Bucky heard your voice but your lips didn’t move. 

You pulled an old, stuffed bear from behind your back, “It’s Mr. Cuddlebear …. he also helps with the nightmares,” In his eyes, you were definitely too old to have a stuffed animal but his wolf found it endearing. He hated that, “You never got scared even when you were a little? No monsters under the bed? Boogeyman in the closet?”

“It’s late,” Bucky changed the subject, “I’m sure we have a long week ahead of us. I’d take … that-”

“Mr. Cuddlebear,” You interrupted, reminding him of your teddy bear’s name. 

“Go to bed, little wolf.”

Stupid Alpha voice. 

You rolled your eyes as your feet began to move before your brain began to register, “Goodnight, Alpha Barnes,” You left the kitchen, carrying the teddy bear with you, “Sleep tight, don’t let the vampires bite.” He heard your little giggle as you climbed up the stairs. 

Bucky placed his hands on the counter, staring at the ice cream. Did he ever have nightmares? No one had ever asked him that before. 

Bucky cleaned up nice, you thought as you looked at him across the room. No one expected him to even come, let alone put on a nice suit jacket. The rehearsal dinner was loud with both Winter’s Shield and the Daystar pack mingling together for the first time. Sam seemed to be having the time of his life, your father was being much lighter than usual, and Monica was …. well, Monica. 

You were talking with a bunch of people, giving out the sugar cookies you’d made when you made eye contact with him. He drank from his glass of wine and you noticed he was standing with Sam and Monica. She was in the prettiest yellow dress and you could tell Sam was happy to find a mate so beautiful. 

You’d looked away, focusing on meeting everyone when Monica started to walk towards you. 

“Stay away from him, please,” She stepped in front of you.

“Stay away from who?”

“Alpha Barnes,” She spoke lowly. 

“He’ll be your Alpha soon, you know.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“I already met him, Monica,” You smiled, “He was nice to me in like a weird, cold way.”

She shook her head, your words seeming to worry her more, “That’s what I’m worried about,” She grabbed your hand, leading you away to one of the tables in the corner. You had a plate of sugar cookies in your hands, some you’d made especially for the party to give out, “You have a tendency to make people like you but you don’t want him to like you, trust me. All that stuff Daddy taught us still stands, it doesn’t matter that we know him now. So just sit here, and do nothing, please.”

“But what about my cookies? I have to give them out!” You whined as she fenced you in, forcing you to sit down.

“I’ll do it,” She smiled, taking the plate from your hands, “You’ve socialized enough I think so just … relax.”

“But-” She was already walking away. You loved your sister, she was your best friend, but she was still a Beta. She had no idea what it was like to be you, surrounded by jerks who thought they were better than you. Maybe that’s why you liked talking with people so much, to prove that maybe you were more fragile than them but you weren’t invisible. Right now, you felt invisible. 

You could only watch everyone have fun without you for so long and you got out of the seat about ten minutes later. You left the large white tent, where it was much cooler, and you didn’t mind being alone as much. 

You told yourself to cheer up, trying not to frown. A week from now, you’ll be home, you’ll be on house arrest again but without Monica. You were going to savor this small vacation no matter the obstacles. 

Bucky found you outside sitting in the grass as you stared up at the moon. He got that feeling again, his wolf wanting to be closer to yours, and wished he felt differently. You looked back at him as you felt him approaching, and you heard Monica’s voice in your head telling you to stay away. 

“Did you try my cookies?” Your lips pulled into a smile that, like everything about you, confused him. 

“I didn’t … I watched Sam eat six of them though,” The tall Alpha responded, sticking his hands into his pants pocket. 

“Watching your perfect, Alpha-physique?”

Bucky actually felt the need to smile though he kept himself controlled, “Something of that nature, yes.”

“Awe, a few cookies won’t hurt,” You stood up from the ground, dusting off your dress. Bucky noticed your mary jane’s and the little butterfly clips in your curls, “Let me guess, you only prey on innocent animals.”

The Alpha smirked, “I’ll make sure to try your cookies next time, little wolf.”

“Sadly, there won’t be a next time,” You stepped past him and he followed after you, as you walked towards the tree line, “My father will probably find me a mate that lives across the country so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Both Monica and Fury wanted to make it clear to him that you were practically claimed. You didn’t know yet but Peter Parker of the Stark pack was waiting for you. Fury was planning a quick, summer wedding, “I can’t imagine the poor fool who will have to deal with your kitchen raids and Mr. Cuddlebear.”

You grinned, “You remembered his name?” Bucky remembered and he’d been watching you ever since that late night, “I thought you might laugh at me, Monica does.”

Bucky was quiet for a long moment and, as you looked at him, it seemed that his mind was racing with thoughts, “I’ve had nightmares before,” He stated and you waited for him to elaborate. 

“What happened in them?” You prodded softly. 

Another long pause, “When was the last time you shifted?”

You figured that’s all you were going to get out of him. You thought for a moment, “I can’t even remember. Not since the winter solstice at least.”

“Let’s go on a run,” Bucky said, not waiting for you to agree. He picked up his pace, walking past the tree line and expecting you to follow. You hurried after him, your heart suddenly beginning to pound in your chest. 

“Alpha Bucky, Monica will kill me. Literally. She threw a hairdryer at me once,” You said, sounding panicked, though you got deeper and deeper into the woods, “And what about my dress?”

He turned around suddenly and you almost ran into his broad chest, “Take it off,” He ordered. Your hand instinctively reached up to the strap and you panicked, “Go behind a tree, I mean.”

“But Monica-”

“You’re an adult, right?”

You shrugged, “I try to be-”

“Then you can decide. Besides that, I’ll be Monica’s Alpha soon enough.”

You imagined her throwing a fit but you still conceded, walking to find a tree to hide behind, “It might take me a second, I think I’m a shy shifter.”

“Take your time, little wolf,” His words were more comforting than you expected. 

You stripped from your clothes behind the tree, trying not to imagine what Monica would think of you. An unmated female getting naked in the forest with an unmated male in the middle of the forest? There were all types of moral codes you had to be breaking. 

Standing in the cold, you shut your eyes tightly. Monica taught you the counting method when you were younger. You tried to tune out the rest of your thoughts, focusing on the nature around you, as you counted down from ten over and over again. It was instinct after that, the Moon Goddess taking over and unleashing your inner wolf. You didn’t feel the pain as your bones molded into their new positions and you became the second version of yourself. 

When you stepped from behind the tree, the white wolf was towering over your small, grey figure. 

His head tilted down towards you and you could already tell his wolf wanted to be more friendly with you than his human self. He smelled you, biting at your neck but you were even more playful in wolf form. You walked between his legs, confusing him, until you ran in the opposite direction. He chased after you and you didn’t expect to outrun him but you planned to give him a run for his money. 

He couldn’t sleep with you so close by. He tried going on another run to clear his head but his mind was full with you. He’d lived a long life yet this feeling in his soul was brand new. Never had Bucky desired anyone to be anything but a casual fling. His wolf wanted more than to just conquer you which was territory Bucky found hard to navigate. What would it say for his legacy if he took an Omega as his mate? How empty would he feel if he let you go tomorrow? What relationships would he throw away in order to claim you as his?

Covered in sweat, he pulled the sheets from his body, sitting up in his bed. 

Nightmare, his wolf echoed in his mind. Bucky rubbed his temples. That wasn’t a nightmare to him, he was just an overthinking mess. He was going to ignore that feeling until he sensed something was truly wrong. 

She dreams of pain and suffering.  

Go to her. 

Bucky stood up from his bed, filing out of his room, and down the long hallways of the packhouse. He pressed his ear to your door, his hand lightly touching the doorknob. He heard soft whimpers from the inside and, for a moment, he resisted you. He would turn around and try to go back to sleep. Instead, his wolf took control. 

Bucky opened the door, your whimpering continuing and you stirred although it wasn’t because of him. He closed the door gently, moving towards your bed, crossing a boundary that he was sure would be frowned upon. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you seemed to be grabbing Mr. Cuddlebear for dear life. 

He sat carefully at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch you, “Y/N,” He whispered, trying to suppress the anger that he felt over the pain you were in. 

“No, no,” You whispered over and over again. 

“Little wolf,” He whispered again, his hand on your arm. The Alpha’s touch startled you out of your sleep and your eyes were wide with fear as you came back to consciousness. You weren’t sure why he was in your room or why your nightmares were getting so bad, “It’s just a bad dream-”

You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around the Alpha. He seemed to freeze at your touch but you hugged him tighter for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand tentatively rubbing at your back and you heavily breathed against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I just … you were crying.”

“I-I woke you up?”

“No,” Bucky lied, “I was just walking by and I heard you.”

“Alpha Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Everything’s going to change tomorrow. My wolf, she senses something bad coming, and she’s scared.”

Bucky stiffened again, his wolf beginning to worry.  “Something bad? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know but the dreams are getting worse.”

“What do you see in your dreams?”

“I’m … I’m walking in his field, there’s so much sunshine and flowers a-and I’m walking towards the sun. I’m walking and walking and I’m happy and then I just start to sink into the ground. And I’m drowning and it feels like someone is holding me, pulling down further and further. I can’t breathe and there’s just this darkness a-and I-I-”

“Hey, hey,” He shushed you, sensing you were about to hyperventilate,  “It’s okay. Nothing is going to take you away. No one, do you understand?”

He felt you nodding and he grabbed you tighter, deciding he was going to hold you for as long as you needed him to. 

“I didn’t tell you because of this reason-”

The pen in Bucky’s hand snapped in half and his fists balled up tightly, “Sam, today is your wedding, I understand that but this is my territory. I decide who comes in and out of it. That’s final.”

“They’re already here-”

“Then send them away. Fury is trying to push me and this is the final straw.”

“He’s already married the first daughter off, he’s just trying to do the same with Y/N. And he knows that this is a chance for three alphas to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do about the rogue situation.”

Feeling that he was drawing blood from clenching his fist so hard, he moved them under his desk.  “I can handle problems that concern my own pack. Tony is even more arrogant than Fury, we’ll never agree.”

“You have to at least try, Alpha,” Sam sighed, “You haven’t found one woman you’d consider having little Buckys with. Maybe Stark will bring someone that will pique your interest?”

Bucky ignored him, “When Stark arrives-” Sam let out a triumphant cheer, “-Bring him and Fury to my office. I won’t need you here, I’m sure you’ll have much to prepare for this evening.”

“You won't regret this.”

Bucky followed Peter’s line of sight. There you were, standing in a beautiful periwinkle dress, waiting for your sister to walk down the aisle and join an anxious Sam. The birds were singing, a violin was being played, and everyone was collectively ready to celebrate the joyous moment. Everyone except Bucky.

Of course, Peter wanted to look at you, a beautiful creature, an unmated female, he'd be lucky to call you his mate. He was young like you, he'd be able to get all your references, keep up with your energetic ramblings, you'd get to go far away from your father and you'd be so happy. You'd forget all about Monica. You’d forget all about the week you spend in Winter’s Shield. 

The wedding went off without a hitch and Bucky watched you have the time of your life. Peter targeted you, of course, that was the entire reason was her, to woo you and it was working. You were dancing together, laughing when Peter made a silly misstep.

Bucky shooed away every Stark girl who tried to approach him, even denying a Beta, until he was standing alone in the corner. 

The festivities calmed down late into the night, you had to say goodbye to Peter, Monica was whisked away to a “private cabin” and everyone else returned to their rooms. Your father reminded you to pack your things as you’d be leaving early in the morning. 

Looking at Mr. Cuddlebear sitting on your bed, you were reminded of the events of last night. You didn’t expect so much kindness from the cold Alpha but, as Monica warned you, he seemed to like you. You still thought she was being dramatic with her warning and that she would grow to like her new Alpha. 

You never did really get to thank him and he also never tried your cookies. You had an amazing idea and late-night baking always led to amazing things. 

Bucky was pacing the length of his room when there was a knock at his door. His wolf knew instantly that it was with you like the Moon Goddess had answered his prayers. He was fighting every natural urge in his body and he planned to hide away until everyone was gone tomorrow. Now, he had no idea what he was going to do. 

When Bucky opened the door, you were standing with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, and a kind smile on your face, “A thank you for last night,” You offered, “I figured you’d like a plain chocolate chip cookie. I’m not sure though-”

“Come in,” Bucky said quickly, closing the door behind you. You noted that he was still wearing his dress pants though he was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt at his top. Though you’d seen him shirtless before, this time felt more intimate. 

“Try one,” You insisted, “Please.”

Bucky was hesitant, his diet not usually including such human pleasures, but he was quite surprised with the first bite. You seemed nervous, expecting a good reaction which Bucky found adorable, “They’re good,” Bucky nodded, “I mean, they’re great. Here, come sit down.”

As you took a seat on the edge of the giant bed, Bucky grabbed the glass and plate from your hands, moving to set it on the nightstand, “Your room is … big.”

You grew a bit nervous as the bed dipped beside you and Bucky took a seat. You always felt his strong energy, even last night, but now it was a bit overpowering. You blamed it on the approaching full moon and tried to ignore it, “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s … simple,” Bucky tried his best to register your mood. Were you nervous? That was the last feeling he expected to feel from you. You were always rambling or talking about something you were annoyingly passionate about. 

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his head turned to you. 

You didn’t answer him, “What do you know about the Stark pack?”

Bucky’s hands folded together and his jaw clenched as reality set in, “I sense you know of your father’s plans.”

“I had a suspicion,” You sighed.

“And … you’re unhappy with his decision?” 

You were quiet for a moment, “What if it isn’t a good idea?”

“I’m sure … I’m sure your father wouldn’t lead you astray. The man infuriates me but he’s usually quite wise …”

“You’re right …” You said, staring back at the Alpha who seemed to be experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes, “My nightmares, they just make me nervous for the future-”

“You could stay,” Bucky stated quickly, sure of himself. His hand touched your thigh and your eyes began to widen, “With me, I mean. And, of course, Monica would be here too.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You don’t mean … I’m an Omega, Alpha Bucky.”

A thin smile pulled at his lips, “I’ve noticed that, yes. Believe me, my offer does not come from a place of ignorance. I’ve been thinking about this, I promise, and it could be good for both of us. You could stay near your sister and I could …”

It took everything in you to push away from that bed, “My Dad would be livid. Beyond livid, actually. And Peter. The treaty. It would throw everything off balance, Alpha Bucky.” He stood, his shadow draping over you as you took a hesitant step back. 

“Who needs balance if there is a connection here. My wolf feels yours, they’re drawn to each other, I know you can sense that.”

“Bucky-”

“Listen, little wolf, please,” He insisted, stepping closer, “I’ve never been sure before, not in my entire life. This, I am sure about.”

You shook your head, “Well, I am not,” Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, “I like you and there’s a connection, yes, but as my father’s daughter, I have responsibilities. I respect him too much to go behind his back. You have to understand that.” 

“You came here tonight. That night in the forest. You didn’t know it but you called me to your room last night. What am I supposed to make of your advances-”

“Advances? I thought you were a friend-”

“Stop,” He commanded, leaving your body frigid from the power of his voice, “Don’t move.”

He took your face into his hands and you whimpered, “Bucky, I gave you the wrong impression.”

“No, you may not know it yet but this is what your wolf wants. We’re animals, underneath it all, and there’s only so much we can control our own desires,” You pushed against his chest when he smashed his lips on yours. You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing your feet would push you further away from him. When he pulled away, he was grinning, blood on his lips, “Biting, huh? I’m happy to play along with your game.”

You opened your mouth but he was too quick, “Don’t scream, little wolf. The screaming is the next part.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you into his muscular body. He kissed you again, kissing the sides of your mouth and chin.  Your hands pulled into small fists as he held you, his touch sending foreign feelings through your body. You felt an overwhelming warmth, more than his body heat, but the warmth of the bond his own wolf felt for yours. His mouth met with your neck and that's when your lips parted and moans escaped your lips. 

“Please,” Was all you could manage. “Please stop.”

Your mouth was saying one thing but it was clear to him that you enjoyed his touch, “Don’t think of me like the bad guy, Omega. When I’m your Alpha, I won’t be like Fury. I’ll let you be who you are, you won’t be just an object to pawn off for power. You’ll be my Omega but you’ll stand beside me, not behind. You’ll be happy with me. I can take the nightmares aways, remember?”

“No, no,” You resisted, knowing deep down that he was that darkness in your dream. You were right to be scared but you hadn’t suspected that you should be scared of me, “M-My father will challenge you a-and you’ll lose any respect you once had.”

He grabbed you roughly by your chin, his forehead pressed against yours as he held your body, “I’ve never cared much for puritanical pack society … why should I care now, Omega?”

You sniffled, “Because you care about me?”

“You’re young, little wolf. I don’t expect you to fully understand but it's because I care that I have to do this. It will only hurt for a little while, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission and as he pulled his face from yours, his eyes went black, and you were already screaming as his sharp canines protruded from his mouth. 

He pulled your head to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. As you collapsed, he kept you in his arms, and you both went down to your knees. It was an indescribable pain, paralyzing, until it wasn’t. Your vision blurred as it felt like the strongest drug rushed through your body. It was not the way you imagined you’d be marked, you surely weren’t in love, and the man who’d claimed you was unhinged. 

As you slipped into the darkness, you heard someone screaming your name. You felt a little hope that you’d be saved but you couldn’t hold on longer. 

You grabbed your shoulder instantly as your eyes shot open, roughly pulling yourself from slumber. You winced, your hand running over the bandaged skin, as you realized the magnitude of the situation. Taking a moment to look around your surroundings, you found that you were somewhere that you didn’t recognize. 

It was a small, one-room cabin, the living room, kitchen and the bed you were on were all in the same room. A tear slipped down your face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your legs were bare, your bridesmaid dress gone, and a large t-shirt was the only thing that you were wearing. He’d undressed you all the way and had no problem with it, probably due to the fact that he’d bonded you together for life. 

He’d even made sure to bring Mr. Cuddlebear along though you weren’t sure anything could calm you now. 

As you were about to push yourself off the bed, the cabin door opened, and a shirtless, freshly-shifted Bucky appeared. He took one look at you and his jaw clenched. 

“W-Where are we?”

“Couple miles off of my territory,” He stated, shutting the door and walking to the kitchen. As he turned his back, you got up from the bed, moving cautiously towards the fireplace which was closer to the door, “So no one can bother us.”

“My Father, where is he? How did you … without him knowing …” 

He reached into the cabinet, grabbing a glass to fill with tap water. You were eyeing the door, wondering if he was just pretending to be distracted by his task, “Oh, he knew,” Bucky chuckled, “He was livid, like you said, but he couldn’t do anything. He can’t touch you anymore now that you’re bitten. No one can.”

Your face fell, “But-” Bucky turned around and it hit you. The bite reshaped your chemistry and now any Alpha wouldn’t be able to get near you until you were fully mated. Alpha Fury wasn’t coming for you. 

But Monica-

“Monica isn’t coming either, little wolf. Remember, I’m her Alpha now too,” Bucky moved forward, the glass in hand, “You should drink, you lost a good amount of blood.”

You stepped to the side, moving away as he approached, “You knew you’d only hurt me, even when I thought you were my friend.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he moved closer, “I know that’s how you feel now-” You climbed onto the couch and over it as he moved closer, “Y/N, come here. Now.” You eyed the door, now closer to it than he was. 

“You’re a monster.”

“Little mate, if you continue to not listen to me, I’m going to come over there, throw you over my shoulder, and tie you down to that bed for the next few days because that's just the type of mood I’m in right now.”

“I’ll never. Be. Your mate-”

 The sound of breaking glass made you jump and you watched the cup crumble in his grasp. Almost falling, you made a sprint for the door. As soon as you’d gotten it open, a hand was above you, slamming it closed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back towards the bed. 

He pushed you down onto it, making sure not to put any pressure on your bite, before climbing on top of you. He pinned down your kicking legs, saying, “You’ll hurt yourself, little mate,” He tried to console you, shushing you as you began to whimper, “Please don’t fight it anymore…” But you panicked even more as he lifted your shirt. 

He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your exposed sex to his mouth. One hand you could barely move because of the bite, the other gripped the comforter tightly, as he kissed between your thighs. Of course you’d never been touched so Bucky would be as gentle as he could manage. He also knew that your new bite would heighten every feeling he gave you and it wasn’t long before you’d be a mewling mess. 

You thought that maybe you’d gone into heat, that’s why his touch felt so good, but you were very wrong. You could only imagine what it would feel like when your body craved to be pregnant. He cooled your fire, and within thirty seconds you were already having your first orgasm. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out the pleasure, not letting you take any breaks as he began to kiss up your body, moving the shirt further and further up your body. 

He kissed over your mark which sent waves of pleasure through you, making him growl, “You’re mine, little mate,” Then he kissed your lips as you moaned against them. As he positioned himself between your legs, you knew what was coming. 

“Bucky, please. I-I’m scared.”

“It’ll hurt just for a little while,” He assured you, reaching above you to grab Mr. Cuddlebear, “Hold on to your bear, little wolf.”

You held the stuffed bear tightly against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how big he was even as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Looking away didn’t last long as he grabbed your chin, making sure he could see your face as he slid each inch inside of you. He stretched you open, taking the air from your lungs, as you tried to adjust to the feeling. 

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He grunted, leaning down to kiss your chin. He’d slowly pull in and out of you, letting you get used to him. He kissed over your mark again, easing the pain, and turning your whimpers into moans, “Good girl, my good girl.”

“Please,” You started to wish for him to push you over the edge, to give you another orgasm, not for him to let you go. He kissed you, using his hand to rub your sensitive bulb as he pushed in and out of you, “Please, please - ah!”

Your back arched and your senses were delighted as an orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t slow, speeding up his pace, as he went back to kissing over your bite. He reached below you, pulling you further down onto his member. He was animalistic, every natural instinct in his body telling him to pleasure you until you couldn’t walk anymore and to round your belly. 

You came again, this time at the same time as him, your bodies melting together as he released within you. As he laid against you, catching his breath, you could see the setting sun shining through the window. He wasn’t anything like you feared and maybe that's why you trusted him so easily.

“You’ll be happy with me one day, I promise,” He kissed your wet cheeks. 

Part of you hoped you could trust him again because, after all, that mark was forever.

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

Chapter 2: The Moon.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader, Stucky, SamBucky, SamSteve, SamBucky x Reader, SamSteve x Reader.

Warnings: Physical assault toward reader, Suggestion to sexually assault reader, sad Bucky, mentions of drinking. This is my first time writing A/B/O Please be kind. I’ve read a few different versions of A/B/O and I’m making a few changes that I think will suit this story. As those changes become relevant I’ll let you know!

Word count: 6.7K

A/N: This was supposed to be posted a few days back but I kept deleting like half of it and rewriting it so I hope you like it.

Pastel dividers by: @maysdigitalarts

Series Masterlist

Ch. 1

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the barely lit hallway as the stench of fear permeated through the air. Although the target tried to hide, the Winter Soldier can hear the erratic heartbeat and his scent is giving his location away. As he gets closer, steel blue eyes devoid of emotion scan the room he just entered. He finds the alpha he was looking for up against a corner when he hears soft whimpers from behind his target. 

An omega.

The intel he was given didn’t mention one and he couldn’t scent her in the house, the mask he’s made to wear by Hydra is lined with pheromones to counteract the scents of omegas that might pull the soldier out of his programming. It’s happened before. He closes the space between himself and his target. Using his left arm he grabs the alpha and throws him across the room toward the only door where his back up is waiting. The team grabs the alpha fighting with them to get to his mate and protect her but the soldier is standing in between them. His massive frame blocks the omega from looking at her mate. She has no choice but to look up at the man before her. She begs for their lives between whimpers and tears. The soldier’s stoic expression starts to crumble as he lifts his right hand to wipe away a tear. His eyes now reflect the ‘I’m sorry’ he can’t say.

“Soldat, you know the rules.” His handler commands.

The captive alpha doing the bidding for Hydra takes a syringe from one of his pockets and grabs the sobbing omega, as he stands behind her  and she faces her alpha. He tilts her head to have a clear view of her claim mark, hesitating for just a moment he plunges the needle into the mark and empties the liquid found within. The alpha they came for thrashes against his captors trying to release their hold on him while the omega falls to the floor holding her neck. She writhes in pain as the mark dissolves from her neck and breaks their bond. It’s like liquid fire in her veins, all of her emotions being sent through the bond to her alpha who is being held back by four men. Slowly the feeling in the bond starts fading as they both realize the bond and claim mark are gone. The omega is curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing. She has a few days for her alpha to reclaim her but that won’t happen and she’ll die without him. 

The soldier steps over her form and heads towards the door. Her screams of pain filled the air.

Bucky sits up on the floor of his bedroom gasping for air. He’s sweating as the memories of what he did as the Winter Soldier haunt his dreams. He hadn’t had nightmares with omegas for a while, but after hearing Sam and Steve talk about the possibility of bringing an omega into their pack his thoughts are plagued by them. It was the collective cries of the omegas that kept ringing in his ears. His mind was once again plagued by the tear filled eyes of his victims. All of them staring back with both fear and rage as they realized their lives would be over in that moment. An alpha was supposed to provide for an omega and make sure they had everything they needed. Bucky ripped their lives away from them. He only made them feel scared, he held them in his arms and destroyed them as their alphas watched. It didn’t matter that he was being manipulated, he still did it. He was convinced he didn’t deserve to have an omega.

The day Sam came back from the center where he met you, Bucky disappeared into his own room. He had heard enough of the dreams he buried. The dreams he and Steve shared on quiet nights in between battles. Their hopes of going home forming a pack and live the rest of their days in peace.  He was aware that Sam’s scent was stronger so he took suppressants and kept his distance as Sam began his rut, allowing Steve to help him though it. The fact that he had been affected that strongly by you let Bucky know you were Sam’s true mate. Maybe you would be his and Steve’s but he wouldn’t put you through that. So he locked himself away in his room. Although the three alphas mostly slept together they kept individual rooms in the apartment in case they needed space. That’s where Bucky has been for the last few days, not wanting to start the conversation again. His answer was final, he wouldn’t get in the way of his mates but for him he didn’t deserve happiness with an omega. He stopped hoping he would have pups to call his own, it was a punishment he inflicted upon himself for all the evil he thought he did. 

He made his way out from his room to the kitchen just in time to see Steve and Sam back from their run. He opens the fridge and grabs what he needs to make breakfast for the three of them. Ripples of concern pass through the bond from Steve and Sam to Bucky. Steve looks at Sam and wordlessly they decide Steve will handle this situation. Bucky keeps himself occupied by cutting some fruit; he feels a pair of arms wrap around him and a flurry of kisses on his neck until they reach one of the marks on his neck. 

“How are you feeling today?” Steve asks between kisses.

“I’m fine.” 

“Baby, we could feel something was wrong while we were out. Was it a nightmare?” 

“It’s always another nightmare. They’ll never stop.” Bucky mutters as he stops what he’s doing and allows himself to enjoy Steve’s comforting scent that envelops him.

“They will, you just have to give it some time, you’ve been doing so great lately. Remember that the therapist said there would be good times and some bad times. We just have to work through them together.” Steve reassures him as he drags the tip of his nose from his mark in Bucky’s neck up to his jawline to scent him. It’s a move that has always calmed Bucky down, especially after he was freed from the winter soldier brainwashing.

“I know but I can never take back what I did. Then this whole talk of having an omega it’s just- I just want you and Sam to be happy more than anything in the world. I understand wanting an omega to take care of and have pups with, I get it. I just don’t deserve that, not after all I did. I shouldn’t even be free right now. And it’s not fair to either of you for me to ask you to not bring an omega into this relationship.” He sighs as he moves away from Steve’s embrace. 

“It is fair Buck, your opinions are just as important as ours. If you’re uncomfortable with an omega being part of the pack, be it for now or forever, then we won’t have an omega. We aren’t going to allow you to sacrifice your happiness for us. Either we’re all in or we aren’t. I’m happy with us.” Sam says as he makes his way back into the kitchen. 

“Me too.” Steve adds. 

He’s in awe of his partners. Nothing but pure adoration floods the bond. There were days, like today, that he couldn’t understand how he got so lucky. He had the fortune to have not one but two friends, lovers and pack mates that want nothing but the best for him just as much as he does for them. Which only reinforces the thoughts he’s had. They deserve to find an omega that makes them happy. It’s an alpha’s instinct to want this. 

“I’m not uncomfortable with having an omega around, I just wouldn’t be involved in that part of the relationship is all.” He shrugs his shoulders as he continues to cut up fruit.

“Well it’s settled, for the time being at least, no omegas in our pack.” Steve says.

“Agreed.” Sam says. As he makes his way over to Bucky. He grabs a piece of fruit and pops it into his mouth. 

“You’re enough of a brat to keep us busy anyways.” Sam tells Bucky before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“No I’m not.” Bucky scoffs. 

You ended up missing a full day of work due to you being sick, at least you thought you were sick. To be completely honest you had spent the day in a haze. It was possible you caught a cold or something from the hospital but as soon as it came it went which only confused you more. You didn’t even want to think about the amount of times you got off on the thought of Sam and the deliciously sinful things you wanted to do with him. What kind of illness made you feverish and horny at the same time? You didn’t know and you debated on whether or not a visit to the doctor was in order. In the end you decided against it, although your body still felt achy and your throat felt slightly sore, deciding to go to work instead. 

You barely placed your things in your cubby and clocked in when a set of big arms wrapped around you and pulled you up. A laugh escaped you as you tried to squirm your way out of the bear hug.

“Sweets, we missed you so much!” A very excited Richard said as he put you back down. 

“Aaww Ricky I missed you too, you big puppy but I was only out for a day.” you beam. 

“Hey didn’t I tell you to be gentle with sweets you oaf?” Jonah playfully chides the younger alpha. 

“I’m not going to break Jonah.” you say as you hug him. 

“We can never be too careful with you. How are you feeling today?” 

“Still a bit tired and my throat is kind of soar but I brought some tea bags and honey to help.”

“What about your wrist?” Ricky asks as he leans against the counter. 

“It still hurts, I accidentally hit it with the corner of my kitchen counter. I swear I saw some cartoon birds flying over my head.” 

“You know you should try not to do that.” Ricky says. You glare at him while he laughs. 

“Anyways, how was work yesterday?”

“Same old. Burke had Mrs. Levy cover for you and you know how she gets.” Jonah rolls his eyes. 

“Oh fuck.” you quickly turn in your chair and open one of the drawers confirming your suspicions. “I hate when she’s the one to cover. She threw away all the candy again.” 

Mrs. Levy had been working at the center since before community centers were a thing. She had very specific rules that she made everyone follow and if you didn’t she would take matters into her own hands. One of them being to not give kids candy. For as long as you have worked here  two things are certain, you give kids candy and she has always made your life a living hell so you stay as far away as possible. You’ve never understood why the hostility but it’s been like that since day one. No one would be surprised if she found some happiness at your expense when you were attacked. 

“You guys she isn’t that bad, you just need a little patience with her.” 

“Says you Ricky. Everyone in this building knows If she still had her heats she would pounce on you in a second.” You and Jonah laugh at his expense. It was very obvious the much older omega only had a soft spot for Richard. 

“Do you remember that one year we did secret Santa and she had him.” you mention as you try to calm your laugh. 

“Fuck yeah I do. She got him a couples massage and said to let her know when they should go.” 

“You two are just jealous. She bought me lunch after so whatever.” he shrugs.

You’re both stunned in silence before you break out into more laughter. 

“Oh God, thanks Ricky I needed that.” you say after you’re able to calm down. 

“Ok enough of that, one of us will be by later to check up on you Sweets.” 

You knew it would be a good day. It always was when the three of you took some time to talk in the mornings. You moved to the break room close by and refilled the candy jar and grabbed some post-it notes from the supply room. Sitting at your desk you begin to create your daily to-do list which includes unpacking the boxes of recently delivered supplies sitting in the middle of the supply closet you had just left. 

You’re excited for the next couple of weeks, the school year is coming to a close and the center gets busier. A few of the people that work here always get together to plan an open house. It gives the parents the opportunity to sign the kids for summer activities even if they aren’t held at the center. Mr. Burke always allows everyone to pitch an idea for a new program idea to switch it up, and this year you’ve decided on a paint with me class for parents and pups. 

Truth be told you had taken this position as receptionist in hopes of moving into a community outreach position but unfortunately it still hadn’t happened. It didn’t deter you and you were as determined as ever to make a difference. The need to help others stemmed from your own childhood. You were cast aside and had no one to turn to, now you wanted to be that person for someone else. So if you had to be a receptionist for a short time, so be it. You were working on finding art teachers that could participate and suppliers for the things you would need for the class to put it all together in a presentation.

“You smell like a slut.” The shrill voice of Mrs. Levy put an end to your peace and quiet.

“I’m sorry what?” you were taken aback by her comment. She wasn’t a nice person but she also had never talked to you like that.

“You heard me.” she answers with the scowl she has permanently etched on her face. “I don’t know who you’re trying to impress but you stink like a slut.” 

With that you’ve had enough, she never even comes down here willingly so why is she here now. 

“What do you want, Mrs. Levy?” 

“Mr. Burke told me to cover your area while you go up and talk to him.” 

The phone rings just at that moment, Mr. Burke’s secretary asking you to come up to his office. So you stand and start to head toward the stairs. You turn quickly to look at the old woman already looking at your candy jar with distaste.

“For your information, I was trying to impress Ricky. I think it worked.” You give her a wink and head upstairs. 

You made your way up to your boss’ office quickly. Like the rest of the building this office was well taken care of but it could use a fresh coat of paint and a few other upgrades. Carmen, Mr. Burke’s secretary, motions for you to go straight in. You still knock and proceed to open the door. Your boss sat behind his desk going over some documents. Moving further into the room and taking one of the chairs opposite him you wait for him to finish. He looks up at you and offers you a warm smile which you mirror. The beta was short and stocky, and his blond hair had a few gray hairs running through it. You liked him, he was always kind and protective of his employees. 

“Hi Y/N, how are you feeling?” He asks as he places the document back on the desk. 

“I’m better now. There is still a bit of pain but I’m managing.” 

“That’s good. I called you up here because I went over Jonah’s report of the incident. I just wanted to hear your version of what happened. Standard procedure, you know?” 

You nod before you begin to explain what Luca had done. The way he made you uncomfortable and how he grabbed your wrist and twisted it with enough force to require a visit to the emergency room and the follow ups. You included how Jonah and Richard helped and what the doctor had said at the emergency room. 

“Ok, and you’re sure you want to press charges?” he looks at you, tipping his chin down so that he can look at you over his reading glasses. 

“Yes, should I not?” 

“No, dear that’s not it. We support the decision, I just wanted to make sure you wanted to move forward with it. What he did was wrong and he needs to learn that his actions have consequences.” 

He shuffles some papers around and when he has what he needs he turns back to you. 

“Since everything you just told me coincides with Jonah’s report and you do want to press charges I need you to sign the report. Here you go.” he pushes a manila folder and a pen across his desk. 

You review it quickly along with the documents the police officer had given you and Jonah and you sign. Then you hand it back to your boss.

“Thank you dear. This just has to go to your file. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, let's hope this is the last we see of him.”

“Thank you Mr. Burke.” You say quickly before taking your leave. 

You sighed as you got back to your desk, just in time to see Mrs. Levy grabbing the jar of candy.

“Why are you touching my things?” 

The sound of your voice in the rather quiet space makes her jump. 

“You shouldn’t be giving these to kids. You’re ruining their health.” 

“Thank you for your insight but their parents give me permission.” You walk past her and snatch the still filled jar from the desk and put it back into the drawer it belongs in.

“I’m all good here now, thanks.” 

The older woman starts to make her way back down the hallway when you hear her talking to someone.

“I honestly don’t know what you see in her. You could do so much better.” 

Ricky walks in a few minutes later completely confused as he notices your shit eating grin.

“Before you say anything she said I stink like a slut. Then she asked me who I was trying to impress.”

“What did you tell her?” He sighs.

“That I was trying to impress you and that it worked. So come here baby.” You make a kissy face at him.

“You’re trouble, you know that.” 

“Yes I do.” 

Bucky sat on his therapist’s couch in complete silence. Part of his conditions for his pardon was mandatory therapy sessions at least once a week. The therapist was nice but he really hadn’t seen a change. He knew he should try more but he decided a while back that he didn’t deserve peace of mind.

“James.” Dr. Fink called out.

“Hhmm?” 

“Is there anything specific you would like to talk about?”

“Nope.” Bucky shakes his head.

“I’ve noticed you’re using suppressants, are you going on a mission?” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Ok. How are you adjusting with your pack?” 

“Which one?”

“Let’s start with work. How are you adjusting to working with a large pack?” Dr. Fink asks, with a pen and notebook ready to take notes. 

“I think it’s going well. Obviously I’m closer to Steve and Sam but I think I’m getting along with the others, especially Nat.”

“Good. What is it about Nat that you think makes it easier to get along with her?”

Bucky huffs thinking about an answer.

“I don’t know, I guess she just knows what it’s like to go through what I did. So if I’m having a bad day I can go to her and she understands. She helped Steve find me and he trusts her so I do too.” he shrugs. 

“It’s good to have a support system and I’m happy to hear you have that outside of your relationship. Tell me how are things with Sam and Steve?”  

“It’s good.”

“Did something happen?” Dr. Fink looks up from her notebook. Staring the Alpha directly in the eye.

“No… Well. Nevermind.”

“I’m here to help you James. I can’t do that if you don’t talk to me.” 

Bucky’s tongue darts over his bottom lip as he tries to get his thoughts in order. He’s talked about his mates before but somehow this is more private than those conversations. Not really sure what to say he just blurts it out.

“Sam met an omega. Not just any omega, from what he said she was beautiful and her scent was enough to send him into his rut early.”

“Ok,” Dr. Fink adds some notes to her notebook. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, that didn’t make me uncomfortable. I think she is his true mate. Like Steve and I are, but that most likely means that she is our true mate too. We could feel the connection through our bond even though we weren’t there to meet her.”

“Does the possibility of being in a relationship with an omega scare you?” Her expression was neutral as she laced her fingers together and rested them on her lap.

“I don’t want it.” Bucky kept his eyes cast down toward the floor. 

“Why not? It's normal and biologically speaking for alphas to want to mate and bond with omegas.”

“Maybe in the 40s but not now. I just don’t want Sam and Steve to miss their chance to have pups because of me.”

“Have you told them this?”

He nods. “They said they were ok with it being just the three of us.”

“You don’t believe it. That they are ok with just the three of you? Tell me something, would that be something you would want to work towards? We can work towards you just considering the idea of courting an omega along with your mates. Later on of course we could take it slow.”

“Not after everything I’ve done and all of the omegas I hurt. I don’t deserve that type of happiness.” Bucky says as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

Dr. Fink sighs already knowing Bucky is done with this topic of conversation and looking at her watch she knows the session is over. 

“Our time is up for today but I want you to know that after everything that you had to endure you do deserve happiness James. You deserve it because you are not your past. You are more than the choices that were forced upon you by truly evil people. Although you can’t alter your past you still have endless possibilities for your future. Are you willing to give up on something amazing because you think you don’t deserve it? Think about that and we can discuss it next time.”

“Thanks Doc.” Bucky stands from the couch and heads to the door. The words the therapist said were causing conflict in his mind.

The work week ended faster than expected. The plan for the evening was to meet the omega that Richard had been courting. In the time that the three of you had become friends, it became tradition that when one of you were starting to get serious in your relationship you would bring around your partner to meet the other two. You were practically a pack, and took care of each other outside of work. The boys were the only ones to know that you had no designation and still welcomed you with open arms when others had turned their backs on you, your own family included. It made sense for the three of you to meet the possible mates, to make sure you would all get along. 

After work you rushed home to shower and get changed. You were heading to your usual restaurant so you opted for a black wrap top, jeans and some sandals. You fix your hair in your favorite style and keep your makeup simple. Grabbing your phone, purse and keys you head out of your apartment and straight to dinner. It was as busy as expected for a Friday night, with only two or three tables empty. Looking around the dimly lit restaurant until you find the table you will be at for the night. 

“Hey, Jonah.” 

“Hi Sweets.”

“Ricky should be here in a few minutes. I went ahead and ordered your drink.” he informs you as he takes a sip of his beer. 

“Thanks. So are you as surprised as I was when Ricky told you about this new girl?”

“Not really, he was on his phone all the time.” 

“Well, let's hope she’s better than the last one.” You say grabbing the cocktail that was placed in front of you. 

“No one will ever compare to Mrs. Levy, you know this.” Jonah quips. 

You joke around for a little longer before you see your friend come towards you, hand in hand with his girlfriend.

“Hey guys, this is Jules. Jules, this is Jonah and Y/N.” Ricky is quick to introduce you all as he pulls the chair out for his date. 

“Hi, it's nice to meet you. Ricky has told me so much about you.” Jules adds giving you both a warm smile. 

“It’s good to meet you too, I’m excited there’s finally another woman here. The alpha stench was suffocating.” 

Jules giggles at that and shit she’s so cute, her scent is refreshing and inviting. Ricky has had bad luck when it comes to dating and usually by the time his date sits down their scent is already repulsive. 9 out of 10 times it usually has to do with the fact that he has one friend that’s a woman and jealousy starts to take over. Not long after that Ricky finds himself single again. You and Jonah exchange a look, both already liking the new addition. Which is good because it has changed from seeing if you would like her to seeing if she can take a joke.

The night is spent joking and getting to know each other. Everyone ends up getting different things off the menu and you all share the food, except for dessert. You and Jules exchange numbers with a promise of a girls night. You’re excited about the possibility of a girls night out since the friends you used to have are now mated and busy with their new families. At the end of dinner everyone discusses going to a club but you’re tired from work and decide to call it a night. 

The night was warm and inviting and you lived only a few blocks away so you decided to walk home. For as busy as the sidewalks were you still found yourself lost in thought about Jules and Ricky and how they seemed to be a perfect fit. It brought up questions about your own future and whether you would ever find someone to look at you with big heart shaped eyes. Hope was the only thing you clung to. Not having a designation made it that much harder for you to find someone you could spend the rest of your life with. Most days it wasn’t an issue but there were times when loving someone and being loved and protected was all you could think of. You didn’t know why the universe decided to have you be an outcast, being the only one without a designation put a target on your back since you were young. No one seemed to care and you survived those years of torment all on your own. 

As if you hadn’t already been through enough already the week before you were only two blocks away from home when you realized there were alphas following you. You chastised yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings and their catcalling made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You pick up the pace but you hear their steps match yours. You start to walk by an alley when a hand grabs your arm and you're pushed up against the brick wall. Soon enough the others are standing behind the one that grabbed you. He has you pinned to the wall with one hand wrapped around your already injured wrist and the other around your throat. 

“Well look at what we got ourselves here boys. An omega.” He says. The calm in his voice makes you panic more than if he had been yelling. He was massive in size, with short black hair that he kept slick back. He was freakishly tall and burly. You manage to look up at him and notice that he looks familiar but you can’t place him. He moves his face close to your neck and drags his nose from the crook of your neck up to your ear and inhales deeply. “I think we should have some fun. What do you say, omega want to have some fun with us?” 

“Leave me alone.” you snap, trying to fight your way out even though he’s at least twice your size.

“No, I don’t think I will.” He snarls. “This is what happens to an omega bitch when they mess with the wrong alpha.”

You continue to struggle against the grip he has on you as his body presses into yours. You manage to free one of your hands and you claw at his face, leaving scratch marks down his cheek before you feel his hand connect with your cheek.

“I think it’s time you learn what happens when you call the cops on my brother. Ungrateful omega bitch.” 

The last words Dr. Fink had said to Bucky were replaying in his mind since he left his appointment. Here he was a day later and he was still debating on whether he should consider courting an omega with Steve and Sam, in the future though. He still had a lot of shit he thought he needed to work through. He knew he should talk to them about it again, maybe set some rules. 

“What’s on your mind Bucko?” Nat asks as she throws an arm over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Don’t ever call me that again.” 

“Then get out of your head. We are supposed to be enjoying a night out and you’re sitting in a dark corner with a scowl on your pretty face. So either tell me what you’re thinking about or come join us. We are going to see how many shots Pietro can do in 10 seconds.”

“No you go ahead, I’m going to get some fresh air and I’ll be back.” 

Bucky gets up and heads out as quickly as possible. Once standing outside of the busy bar he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His eyes shoot open as he looks around trying to pinpoint what, or specifically who, that scent is coming from. It’s comforting,inviting and sweet and he wants to breathe it in from the source.  If it weren’t for his heightened senses he wouldn’t have been able to detect it, or maybe the person passed by a short while back. But still the scent that caused a low growl to creep from his chest up to his throat was worth finding. Bucky moves from the left to the right slowly in front of the bar entrance, discreetly trying to find the hint of the scent he wants more of. After a moment he notes that if he continues going right he can pick up the notes of the scent in the air. So he starts walking, letting the intoxicating fragrance lead him. 

After a few blocks the scent is stronger and still just as sweet and it’s then that he realizes it’s the scent of an omega. He freezes in his place at the thought of what he was doing. He wants to turn around and go back to the bar or better yet home. But the alpha in him wants to push forward and find the sweet omega he knows is the owner of the scent that would bring him to his knees. He struggles to make a choice, it’s for the best he never finds the omega since he knows he could never have them so he decides to turn back towards the bar. At that moment the breeze picks up and the once sweet fragrance is sour laced with anger and fear. Before he realizes what he’s doing his feet carry him toward the scent, a whimper makes him snap out of it. 

There in an alleyway is a group of alphas and some betas, their scents are rancid. But his focus isn’t on them, it's on the alpha that seems to be their leader. The one that has his sweet omega pinned against the wall. You’re a fighter though you managed to get your hand free and scratch him. Bucky loses it when he sees the alpha hit you. 

“Let her go now.” Bucky snarls at the group. This gets the attention of all of them including you. Your eyes are wide and full of panic. You manage to make eye contact with him for a brief second and somehow you know he’s going to get you out of this. 

“Fuck off before we make you regret it.” one of the beta says.

“trust me kid I’m not the one to fuck with.” 

“Deal with him.” the alpha that has you pinned orders as he focuses his attention back to you. 

Bucky takes off his leather jacket, the light of the streetlamps reflects off of his left arm and the scent in the air shifts from anger to pure fear. “Don’t make me do this.” Bucky mutters before he starts to take them down one by one. He makes quick work of them since they’re nothing but a street gang. 

You continued to struggle against the man in front of you landing a kick on his shins. Using your non injured hand you continue to try to punch, scratch or slap him before he’s ripped away from you. You fall to the floor and pull your legs up to your chest as you survey the alley. All of the men that planned to attack you were on the floor either groaning in pain or unconscious. 

“Are you ok?” The soothing voice of your hero breaks your panicked state. He crouched down to be at your eye level, a leather jacket in his hand.

“I’m not going to hurt you darling. My name’s Bucky. I’m gonna get closer to make sure you’re not injured, is that ok?” 

You nod not trusting your voice. He inches closer and his kind blue eyes roam your face for injuries. His fingers lightly touch the bruise forming on your cheek. Being satisfied that there is no bleeding he places his hand on your chin and moves it to the side inspecting the bruises that are already appearing on your neck. His fingers lightly trace the length of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine. But it’s the sensation you get when his fingers skim over the area your scent gland would be on your neck that takes the air from your lungs. The panic you were feeling is fading quickly, and as you take a deep breath his scent hits you full force. Notes of blue cypress, fresh linens and mint danced around him and you’re reminded of the nights when the moon was full and you would sneak out of your house to lay in its light. The peace you felt was unmatched, until this moment that is. His eyes that studied your face held the same brilliance of the moon you loved to look at.

“Think you can stand?” 

“Yes.” 

“My name is Y/N.”  You say as you hold your injured wrist close to your body and finally stand up to your full height. “I have to go to the hospital.” 

“Can I call someone for you?” He offers  before turning toward the alley entrance almost as if he heard something before you did. Just then two cops walked into the alley with their flashlights in one hand and their other hand hovering over their guns. He approaches the cops explaining what happened. You see one of them grab the radio on their shoulder and rattle off some information. Bucky turns back to you and gives you a small smile before turning back to the cops. Deciding that you don’t like being in a dark alley with a few guys laying around you start to walk toward Bucky and a hand grabs your ankle. The scream that leaves your throat is almost inhuman but Bucky is by your side in no time. He pulls you out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk, when he notices you shaking he pulls you into his chest. Instinctually a low purr rumbles in his chest and you find yourself relaxing at the sound. His scent also provides you comfort.

“Let's get you to the emergency room ok, then I can call someone for you.”  He moves some stray hairs from your face and tucks them behind your ear. He offers another smile. “Come on darling, let’s get you taken care of.” 

Bucky managed to get you moved to an exam room almost as soon as you both walked into the emergency room.  You had given him the number of one of your friends and he walked back outside to call. He can’t help but wonder if this Jonah person is your boyfriend and if so Bucky had already made up his mind to kick his ass too for letting you wander around alone.  After calling twice, whoever Jonah is finally answers the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Is this Jonah?” Bucky asks fairly annoyed.

“Yeah, who is this and how did you get my number?” 

“Y/N gave it to me. She asked me to call you. Name’s Bucky.”

“What happened? Where is she?” 

Bucky tells him you were attacked and received another injury. He gives Jonah the name of the hospital you’re at. Bucky can hear him speak to someone in the background. Urgent murmurs and concern from whoever he’s talking to.

“We’ll be right there thank you.” Jonah informs Bucky before hanging on. Bucky sends a quick message to Same and Steve who have been trying to get a hold of him since he left the bar to let them know he was ok and that he would be home soon.

Bucky made his way back to the exam room you were at. Your scent was almost back to its regular sweet state but you looked exhausted and angry. He couldn’t help but get angry all over again for what had happened. There was no logical way for him to explain why but he felt this primal need to protect you but as long as you were sitting there looking at him with wide eyes he would do anything you asked. That scared him more than anything so once he made sure you were ok he wrote his number down and told you that if you needed anything to call him. 

He couldn’t move fast enough to get home as his heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t think of anything else but you and he wanted to go back to that hospital and keep you safe. Instead he made it home where his mates had been pacing back and forth waiting for him. Bucky’s short of breath by the time he closes the door to their shared home. Expecting an answer as to where he’s been he can only manage to inform them of one thing.

“I met an omega.” 

Ch 3

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Dirty Dancing

Summary: Dean buys Sam a lap dance for as a surprise his eighteenth birthday, but when Sam arrives back at the motel room and finds Pamela and Dean waiting for him, there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. Dean’s booked a little more than just a lap dance, and now the boys are in for a night they’ll never forget.

Pairing: Dean x Sam x Pamela / Dean x Sam Rating: 18+ Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha!Pamela, Unpresented!Sam, Omega!Dean, Sam is 18, Happy Birthday Sam, Dean buys Sam a lap dance, Dean has a voyeur kink, Voyeurism, Lap Dance, Stripping, Prostitution, Dry Humping, P in V, Masturbation, P in A, Knotting, First Time Word Count: 5,160

Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Dean/Sam/Pamela | @spndeanbingo - Lap Dance | @samwinchesterbingo - Voyeurism | @spnabobingo - Lavender/Chamomile/Cannabis | @j3bingo - Stripper AU

“Dean? Sam calls as he opens the door to the motel room they’d checked into earlier that morning. He’s carrying the food Dean had sent him out to pick up: Sam had chosen a sandwich shop down the street that smelled incredible when he walked by. But it looks like he didn’t bring enough food back, because there’s someone else in the room with Dean.

“Uh, h-hi?” Sam stammers awkwardly as he closes the door behind him, sandwich bag dangling awkwardly from his hand.

The woman standing with Dean is very pretty: dark brown hair with messy waves, big flirty lashes and big shiny lips. Her top is too small, riding up over her waist and leaving a significant gap of skin on show above the tight jeans slung low on her hips. She’s obviously older than both himself and Dean but that certainly hasn’t diminished her beauty.

“Hiya, handsome,” she smiles at Sam and winks lasciviously. Sam’s jaw drops for a moment before he regains control of his own muscles.

“Happy birthday, Sammy!” Dean spreads his arms wide, as if shining a spotlight on their female guest, and now Sam is really confused.

“Huh?”

“Happy birthday, Sammy,” the woman purrs, stalking forwards towards Sam, a wide smile on her red-painted lips. Her heels click ominously on the linoleum as she corners him against the counter of the kitchenette in their room. Sam hurriedly puts down the bag of food he’s still carrying so he can defend himself.

“Dean, what’s happening?” he asks, slightly panicked, the pitch of his voice climbing higher than he cares to admit.

“Jeez, I thought you were the smart one, Mr. Going-to-college-this-fall,” Dean scoffs in annoyance. “How many times do we have to say ‘Happy Birthday’ for you to understand that this is your birthday present?”

“But, my birthday was last week,” Sam stammers weakly in a confused protest, staring pointedly over the shoulder of the woman who still had him pinned against the counter between her arms. Out of the corner of his eye though, Sam notices he has the perfect view of her cleavage down the top of her shirt.

“Yeah, and we were neck deep in ghoul guts in the middle of friggin’ nowhere, there weren’t many options on the ground for present shopping,” Dean explains with a shrug, picking up the beer that he’d put down on the dresser he’s leaning against. “So I’m a few days late with your present, sue me, but trust me, Pamela here will be worth the wait,” he grins, clearly checking out her ass, and Sam shivers at how skeevy his older brother is being right now. Dean was ridiculous sometimes.

“Dean’s right about that, baby,” Pamela uses a single finger to pull Sam’s head back around so he’s looking into her hazel eyes. “I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”

The finger on his face traces across Sam’s throat as he swallows nervously, then makes its way teasingly down his chest to tuck into the waistband of his jeans, and that’s when he finally jumps away from her touch.

“Calm down, sugar,” Pamela laughs. “I don’t bite, unless you’re kinky,” she winks.

Sam gapes, dumbfounded. Dean snorts into his beer. Rounding angrily on his brother, Sam indicates that he needs to speak to Dean privately with a jerk of his head, and his older brother follows him languidly to the other side of the room, shooting Pamela a grin as they pass her.

“What the hell, dude?” he demands in a harsh whisper as soon as they’re on the other side of the room, hopefully far enough away that Pamela can’t hear him.

“Am I the best big brother or what?” Dean flexes his eyebrows in delight, obviously expecting some profuse thank you from his little brother. Instead he gets a pretty meaty punch in the shoulder, knocking his beer back into his chest. “Hey! Watch it!”

“Dean, did you seriously hire a prostitute for my birthday?” Sam hisses through clenched teeth, flashing the woman in question an awkward smile as movement in the corner of his eye draws his attention towards her. She flutters her fingers at him in a vixen’s wave and Sam swallows thickly.

“She’s not a prostitute,” Dean rolls his eyes in exasperation. “She’s a stripper.”

Like the distinction makes this whole situation okay.

“Oh goody, we’re just gonna sit here together while she gets naked for us? How is that a birthday present?” Sam is incredulous, what the fuck was Dean thinking?

“No,” Dean draws out the word like it should be obvious that’s not the plan. “I got you a lapdance, and dude, let me tell ya-” he drops his voice lower and glances around as if he’s all of a sudden worried about being overheard, “-she’s good at ‘em.”

Sam’s expression drops into his patented little-brother-bitch-face. “You already got a lapdance from her, didn’t you?” His tone is obviously unimpressed, and Dean’s guilty shrug tells Sam all he needs to know.

“Dean,” he asks slowly, something occurring to him, “did she sell you my birthday present while you were getting your lapdance?” Dean looks even guiltier. “So you weren’t gonna get me anything for my birthday; you went and got yourself a lapdance while I went out to pick up some food, and you got conned by the stripper into buying more dances, didn’t you?”

“Do you have to ruin what could be a very nice brotherly bonding moment?” Dean huffs, taking a sip from his beer in frustration as Sam rolls his eyes in exasperation.

“Oh bo-oys,” Pamela calls in a sing-song tone from across the room, and Sam and Dean both turn from their argument immediately, gawping at what they see.

Pamela’s sitting on top of the dresser, legs swinging playfully - bare legs - she's removed her jeans and the tiny tank she’d been wearing, leaving her in nothing but her strappy black stilettos and hot pink, lacey lingerie. Teasingly, she places her hands on her knees, and Sam notices the long talon-like red nails digging into her pale flesh as she spreads her legs, showing off the tiny band of her thong pressed closely over her mound. The scent of her Alpha pheromones wafts towards them now that she has so much skin on show and Sam doesn’t struggle to identify the different components.

The aroma is strong, floral but not pretty, more earthy: lavender, Sam’s sure, and the softer touch of chamomile - both herbs he knows well from their work and their uses in protective charms. They’re aromas that feel safe. Then beneath those dominant top notes is something achingly sweeter, like the smoke of burning sage has started to envelope the room, but it’s more cloying, the scent sticking in his throat: weed. Sam scoffs to himself internally; he understands why Dean was so drawn to Pamela in the first place. Next to him, his omega brother is practically salivating, and Sam can scent the arousal rolling off him in waves.

And Sam’s not entirely unaffected by the scents permeating the room either. He can feel his blood beginning to channel south as a result of staring at the beautiful, nearly naked woman, and he shifts from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Pamela holds out her hand and beckons Sam forward, flicking on the CD player sitting next to her on the flimsy pine furniture she’s perching on.

A light drum beat overwrought with the clarinet and brass of a burlesque band begins to play loudly, and Sam finds himself following Pamela’s siren call, taking her outstretched hand and helping her to hop down from the dresser. She presses her front against his in a jolt, and Sam’s hands come up to catch her, his fingers easily wrapping themselves around her shoulders. Her attitude might be alpha but God, she sure is tiny, Sam thinks in the split second he’s holding her, until suddenly she’s pushed him backwards with a hard shove and his knees give out when they hit the edge of one of the crappy motel beds.

“You just sit there like a good boy,” Pamela pokes a red nail into Sam’s chest, and he finds himself nodding, not at all curious as to what she would do if he disobeyed. Typically Sam balks at anyone giving him orders, but he’s finding he doesn’t mind so much if it’s Pamela doing it; especially not when she’s straddling him on her knees so her cleavage is directly in front of his face.

Peripherally, Sam is aware that Dean has sat down on the next bed over and is presumably watching the show. Sam spares just a second to think about how weird that is before Pamela shoves him with both hands so he lands flat on his back, an ominous creek groaning from the mattress springs beneath them. She crawls slowly up his body in time to the music, her hips dipping on alternate beats so the front of her panties skim over Sam’s own crumpled clothing.

When they’re face to face, Pamela grinds back, finding Sam’s now full-fledged erection easily, like it’s a homing beacon, and begins twisting herself teasingly over the bulge in the denim between his legs.

“Fuck,” Sam swears under his breath, forcing his eyes to focus so he can watch every twitch, every roll, every twist that Pamela is performing on top of his prone body. Dean hadn’t lied, Pamela knows what the fuck she’s doing. He’s nothing more than a stage for her to work on. I’ve even got a pole she can use, Sam thinks wryly to himself, unable to deny how much this is turning him on.

“I heard that, Sam,” Pamela whispers breathlessly in his ear, and Sam jumps in surprise, his hips bucking beneath her as she grinds down on top of him again, pulling a groan of appreciation from his chest. “You’re right, you do have quite the pole down here,” she grins up at him lecherously.

“H-how… did you?” Sam pants, confused and mildly terrified that this woman apparently just read his thoughts.

“Dean forgot to mention I’m a psychic, too, didn’t he,” she laughs, eyes flicking to the side where Dean is lounging back against the pillows on the second bed, beer held loosely and forgotten in his fist as he drinks in the show instead.

“Uh, yeah,” Sam turns a glaring eye on his older brother, who only shrugs, not even bothering to look apologetic.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Pamela turns Sam’s head back to look at her, smiling broadly. “I can’t read your mind all the time, it’s just, that thought was particularly loud,” she giggles, ghosting her lips over Sam’s. “And so was that thought,” she whispers ruefully, before kissing him. Sam had indeed just been thinking about how soft and kissable her lips looked, and how badly he wanted to bite them. Pamela’s doing a very good job of making his thoughts come to life.

This must be why she’s so fucking good at her job. No wonder she’d conned Dean into buying more dances, she’d known exactly which buttons to press to make him putty in her oh so soft hands. A disgruntled noise from somewhere in the distance alerts Sam to Dean’s presence again, and he breaks off the kiss with Pamela with a final bite to her lower lip and looks around, face flushed and breath heaving.

“You sure thought a lot about Dean just then for someone who’s kissin’ me,” Pamela bends and whispers in Sam’s ear, quietly enough that he knows Dean hasn’t heard her.

Sam’s grip on her shoulders flexes instinctively. It’s the truth, he and Dean have spent their whole lives being so attuned to one another’s presence that if their brother was anywhere nearby it was almost like a constant background noise in their minds; just an endless loop of Dean. Sam. Dean. Sam. Dean. Sam. They couldn’t help it anymore, it was a reflex. It was part of them.

“How come he gets a kiss and I didn’t?” Dean whines petulantly, making Pamela and Sam laugh against one another.

“Because it’s his birthday,” Pamela purrs, lips teasing over Sam’s throat while her eyes are fixed on his older brother. “And because you bought your baby brother way more than a lap dance, Dean,” she giggles, her eyes twinkling.

“He what?” Sam startles beneath the stripper, and Dean chokes on his beer.

“S-sorry,” he coughs, “I what?”

“You kept sayin’ how much of a shame it was that poor little Sammy was going off to college a virgin,” Pamela pouts sympathetically, and Sam shoots a glare at his older brother. She shimmies her way down Sam’s body again, still in time to the music, pulling the snaps of his shirt open one by one as she goes. “And then you handed over all that money you won at pool, well that was worth far more than a lapdance, honey.”

Sam’s breath goes ragged as Pamela flicks open the edges of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. His heart feels like it might break his rib cage with how hard it’s hammering against the bones. Panicking, he flicks his eyes over to Dean, who’s watching the proceedings with a slack jaw and wide, glazed eyes. When the brothers lock eyes, they both swallow visibly.

“If you promise to be a good boy, you can join in too,” Pamela grins towards Dean, holding out a hand in invitation. Sam’s eyes dart between the stripper and his brother, curious as to how this will play out. His brother’s always had a weakness for alpha women, and Sam can see just how much she’s affected him already evidenced in the tight bulge of his jeans. But to his surprise, Dean shakes his head slowly, blinking rapidly like he’s waking himself up from a dream before answering.

“I-I’m good here,” Dean’s voice quakes, far more breathless than Sam’s ever heard it, and with a jolt he realises that this must be how Dean sounds when he’s turned on: delicate, meek, enraptured. He likes the sound.

“Suit yourself,” Pamela shrugs with a smirk on her face before turning back to Sam. “Now, what does the birthday boy want for his present?”

Dean’s eyes glaze over and his field of vision goes hazy as he watches Sam and Pamela on the next bed. The music she’s put on has a seedy, undeniably sexy beat, and the way her hips are rolling over Sam’s is hypnotising. Her alpha pheromones are intoxicating, just like they had been back at the club he’d picked her up from, but here, in this tiny room with just the three of them, the scent is even more overwhelming. And mixed with the warm, undefined undertones of Sam’s markers, Dean was in heaven.

Part of him desperately wants to join in, but he won’t; not in the way Pamela had offered at least, not at first. This is for Sam, Sammy’s first time as a real man, a boy deserves keeping that for himself. Although Sam won’t be keeping it totally to himself; Dean still fully intends to stay on this bed. To watch out for him. Pamela was a strange alpha after all, and a psychic one at that, he couldn’t leave Sam alone, just in case there was any danger.

Just in case.

“Now, what does the birthday boy want for his present?” Pamela purrs, eyes fixed back on Sam, and Dean sees Sam blush from his cheeks all the way down his chest. It turns his skin the same kissable pink as his lips and Dean feels himself flush at the thought. He’s been having feelings like that about Sam for longer than he’d like to admit, particularly considering his baby brother only turned eighteen last week.

Sam hasn’t even presented yet, and it’s rare these days to present as anything other than a beta, like their Dad is. Their mom had been, and their grandparents so far as Dean knew. He’s the odd one out of their messed up little family unit. Chances are Sam would present as a beta too and then it wouldn’t matter how kissable Dean thinks his lips are, because Dean needs an Alpha. And the alpha in the room is currently grinding on top of his little brother, pulling sickeningly sweet moans from between his soft lips.

Dean feels rather than hears the groan bubble up within his chest and drops a hand to his crotch, where his dick has been throbbing, untouched in its confines, for longer than he can handle. His fingers knead over the bulge and ease some of his tension as he watches on, but as he shifts on the bed to find a more comfortable position, and eases his zipper down, he becomes aware of a different problem: he’s getting wet.

Jesus fucking Chris now is not the time to go into heat.

“I think your brother is enjoying the show,” Pamela croons in Sam’s ear, but it’s loud enough that Dean hears her too. The light teasing in her tone has him blushing in embarrassment, but also gets him leaking even more. She must have heard his panicked thoughts of a moment before.

Sam’s head flops to the side, his dishevelled hair splayed out around his head like a crown of sandy curls, his eyes bright with excitement and dark with lust. His mouth falls open in a shocked little sigh as Pamela’s hands drag down his bare chest and dig into the waist of his jeans, pulling open the button and peeling him out of his remaining clothing. Sam’s chest is heaving with deep breaths, showing off the tone of his chest and his stomach muscles. Dean finds himself imagining he can smell the sweat that’s beading on his throat and dripping temptingly down his clavicle.

“Why don’t you take care of that little problem you’ve got there, Dean?” Pamela suggests in a raspy voice, once again dragging her body up over Sam’s. “We don’t mind, do we Sammy?” she nuzzles at his throat and kisses down the straining tendons pressing tightly against his skin, licking away the sweat Dean had been eyeing up so greedily a moment before. He groans in equal measures of jealousy and lust.

“Y-yeah,” Sam pants, and Dean’s eyes snap to his little brother’s instantly, locking his gaze with his own. “S’fine, Dean. Can scent you from all the way over here, know you want to.”

Like it had always been Sam’s permission he was waiting for, Dean doesn’t waste another second before he’s lifting his hips and shoving his jeans and boxers down out of the way, groaning when the pressure over his cock is finally released, and it springs up to smack dully against his stomach.

“Ooh, what a pretty little omega,” Pamela coos, her cheek pressed to Sam’s as they both stare at him from across the thin aisle of grey carpet separating their two beds. Dean’s desperation falters under their gaze and he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment before finally letting a hand drop to his cock and gripping it firmly. “Don’t let all that slick go to waste, boy,” Pamela laughs huskily, and Dean groans, dipping his fingers lower between his legs to gather up some of his wetness and dragging it back up to his cock to ease the slide of his hand.

“Think you’ll start slicking up one day?” Pamela’s question is directed at Sam now, as she kisses her way down his stomach towards his dick. “Or do you think this here will bulk up and pop a knot?” Her hand wraps around the base of his cock and twists, stroking him teasingly. Dean remembers how soft her hands are, he bets they feel amazing jerking Sam off like that.

“Although,” Pamela muses, “you’re already pretty big, aren’t ya Sammy? What do you think, Dean?”

“Uh,” Dean clears his throat, his hand faltering in its strokes, “y-yeah.” He swallows painfully.

“Take a proper look, Dean,” Pamela straightens up, Sam’s cock in her hand, stroking it gently so it’s standing straight up from his hips. Sam’s groans and throws his head back when she twists her fingers around the tip and squeezes.

“Fuck,” Sam shudders, his hips jerking beneath her touch.

“Are ya– ya just gonna tease him the whole time?” Dean manages to grunt, his own hand still preoccupied with his dick while his eyes are glued to his baby brother’s. “Thought you promised him a big night?”

“You’re pretty mouthy for an omega,” Pamela smirks.

“Yeah, he’s a pain in the ass,” Sam grunts with a laugh. “But uh, y-you are gonna do more than tease me, right?” he asks nervously, clearly getting more and more desperate by the second.

“Oh, you want more?” Pamela asks sweetly, fluttering her lashes down at Sam. “You want me to fuck you baby?”

“Oh, God yeah,” Sam groans, hips twisting beneath her as she straddles his waist. “Fuck, please,” he’s panting heavily, fists balled into the comforter beneath him.

“Hold yourself up for me, baby.” Pamela reaches for one of Sam’s hands and wraps it around his cock, holding himself erect, before pushing her own hand between her legs and pulling the pink lace to one side, revealing her glistening wet folds. She bends her hips and swirls herself over the head of Sam’s cock, making him toss his head back in pleasure.

“You ever felt a pussy before?” Pamela asks curiously, still teasing Sam. Dean reaches between his legs and lets his fingers begin to play with his own entrance. Sam shakes his head violently, clearly trying to hold himself back from sheathing himself inside of the one currently poised on top of him. “Well, happy birthday, Sammy,” she grins widely, and finally sinks her hips down over his cock, enveloping him in the warmth of her body.

“Oh my God,” Sam nearly shouts, hips flexing instinctively and fucking himself up into Pamela. His hands reach out to grab her hips, fingers digging firmly into the flesh and almost certainly bruising it. He uses her body like a rag doll, slamming her down against him over and over, and Pamela is moaning like it’s the first time she’s ever been fucked, rather than Sam’s first time. It’s like as soon as he was inside her some instinct took over and erased the nerves that had clearly been there not long before. Dean finds himself very much wishing that it was him Sam was fucking like that, and not Pamela.

“Holy shit,” Dean groans, feeling himself getting too close to the edge just watching them. He lets go of his cock entirely, spreading his legs more so he can get a finger inside himself. He sighs in relief when he finally has something inside, his body has been craving it this whole time.

“Sam, oh God that feels amazing,” Pamela moans, fucking herself back into Sam’s thrusts, her tits bouncing enticingly in her lacy bra. She looks divine, losing herself in the rapture of Sam’s lust. “Fuck, you’re a natural, Sammy,” she laughs breathlessly, and it melts into another moan that Sam echoes. Dean has to agree, Sam looks like he knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s a look of hungry determination in the lines of his face, his eyes pulled shut against the waves of overwhelming pleasure he must be feeling.

In a sudden burst of motion, Sam and Pamela roll over, Sam growling roughly as he paws at her breasts and tears the cups of her bra loose, letting her perky breasts spring free. They’re the perfect size to fit in the palms of his hands and he uses that to his advantage, holding her down while he fucks into her ruthlessly.

“Fucking… fuck,” he pants, his eyes screwing up with effort, groaning as Pamela wraps her legs around his waist and arches into his thrusts. “Wh– what’s happening? Fuck!” Sam doubles over Pamela’s body, his head burying itself in the crook of her neck.

Dean lets out a bark of laughter in shock.

“C’mon Sammy, don’t tell me you’ve never busted a nut before! Fucking hell, you’re more of a virgin than I thought.”

“Shut up!” Sam growls, turning a glare towards his older brother, and Dean recoils, though his cock jumps against his stomach in arousal. Sam’s eyes are nearly slits, and that growl was an actual growl. Something isn’t right.

“Sam,” Pamela groans, petting his hair gently while he continues to fuck her hard into the mattress. “Sam, honey, pull out.”

“No,” Sam answers in a whining growl, rutting against Pamela sharply.

“Sammy, a woman tells you to pull out, you pull out,” Dean chides. “I don’t care how good their pussy feels.”

“No!” Sam growls again, but Pamela shushes him, trying to calm his rutting.

“Sam, baby, ya gotta pull out. I can’t give you what you need right now, you won’t fit,” Pamela tries to reason with him, but her words don’t make any sense to Dean, and apparently not to Sam either because he asks:

“What are you talking about?” in a breathless whimper. It almost sounds like he’s in pain.

“You’re trying to knot me, Sam, but it’s not gonna fit. I’m an alpha, too, remember? My knot won’t let yours in.”

“W-what?” Sam’s fucking finally comes to a standstill, and he props himself up on his elbows, looking down at the woman beneath him.

“You’re presenting,” Dean answers, suddenly understanding what’s happening. “Fuck, Sammy, you’re an alpha?” His own dick twitches again at the thought.

“I… I–” Sam looks back to Pamela for answers, and she nods kindly.

“It’s okay baby, it’s good. But I’m not gonna get you where you need to go right now, you need to pop that knot before you hurt yourself,” Pamela explains, sneaking a hand between their bodies and pulling Sam’s cock out from between her legs. Dean can see the bulge beginning to form at its root and his mouth waters.

“Sammy.” He doesn’t mean to say it, but he has now, and his little brother is looking at him with wide, scared eyes.

“Dean…”

Dean reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up over his head, then pushes his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. When he’s completely naked, he turns over to his hands and knees, presenting his hole to his baby brother. Then he takes a deep breath and waits, his heart climbing higher and higher in his throat the longer the silence in the room stretches on.

“Dean,” Sam breathes again, and his voice is closer now, though Dean hadn’t heard him get up off the other bed.

“Take it, Sammy,” Dean tells him, pitching his knees wider to spread himself out more in Sam’s view. He feels himself leaking down his thigh, fuck, he hasn’t been this wet since he fucking presented four years ago. “Take what ya need, Sam, c’mon.”

A beat. Silence. And then–

“Fucking mine,” Sam growls, and he launches himself at Dean, climbing onto the bed on his knees and rutting his cock between the globes of his brother’s ass until the tip catches against his rim and finally– finally –pushes in. “Mine,” Sam groans again as he sinks into Dean’s body, folding himself over his back and nosing against Dean’s neck.

There’s new scents making themselves known in the room now, but Dean can’t pull apart the different components of them. All he can smell is Sam and home and right. And that’s all he needs.

“Yours, Sammy,” Dean moans wantonly as Sam’s cock skates clumsily over his prostate. “All yours, just take it.”

“You… fucking… take it,” Sam snaps; his hips hammering into Dean’s ass, the sounds of flesh clapping together easily drowning out the fading music from Pamela’s CD player in the far corner. Dean wants to laugh at how fucking bratty Sam’s being but it comes out as a groan as Sam hits his prostate once again.

“Fuck yes! Yes, Sam, there. Just there,” he begs, arching his back to force Sam’s cock over the spot he needs it, feels his dick throbbing between his legs as his balls draw up tight against his body. “Shit, Sammy, make me cum. C’mon baby, so close… fucking hell…”

“Mm – fuck – ‘mega, feel so good,” Sam whines, his rhythm faltering as his brother clenches around him, and Dean can feel Sam’s knot pushing at his rim, fighting his body to let him in.

“Harder, Alpha. Fuckin’ knot me baby brother, please,” Dean moans, shifting his hips back into Sam as hard as he can. The knot begins to breach him, but not hard enough to lodge into his body, which pushes Sam back out instinctively recoiling against the too-big intrusion.

“Say it again,” Sam grunts. “Beg- beg me for it ‘mega. Beg me for my knot.”

“Give me your knot Alpha, c’mon. Need it, need you t’knot me, nee– fuck, Alpha, yes!” Dean whimpers, his cock twitching between his legs and spurting in jerks onto the comforter beneath him. “Fuck, Sam,” he pants, hips jerking back on his brother’s knot as he releases inside him, groaning heavily into Dean’s neck, shaking against his back in stunned silence with the strength of his climax.

“Jesus Christ, Dean,” Sam groans, rolling his hips and pulling another aftershock from Dean’s spent body.

“Calm down, Sammy,” Dean winces, too sensitive to keep going right now. “Can we uh, lay down or summin’? My knees are killin’ me.”

“Here, you two.” Pamela’s voice shocks both boys out of their reverie. To be honest Dean had forgotten she was even still here. She’s rearranging the pillows at the head of the bed and pulling up the blanket so they don’t have to lay on the comforter Dean had gotten cum all over.

“You’re gonna be tied for a while, since it’s his first. Get comfy and I’ll get you some water, okay?”

Dean feels Sam nod blearily against his back, and they carefully shuffle up the mattress and lay down on their sides, Sam’s arms wrapping around Dean like a teddy bear. Pamela produces a bottle of water from somewhere and hands it to Dean, who takes a few sips and passes it behind him to Sam, who does the same.

“You boys gonna be alright?” Pamela asks, shouldering her duffle bag, now carrying her CD player and whatever other accessories she’d brought with her. She’s wearing her jeans and cropped tank top again, no longer displaying her lacy lingerie.

“Uh, yeah, we’ll be alright,” Dean murmurs, and Sam hums in agreement. “I’ll take care’a him.”

“I have no doubt about that,” she smiles down at them sweetly, then leans down to give Sam a kiss on top of his head. “Well, I did promise you a night you’ll never forget, didn’t I baby?”

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