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jimblejamblewritings · 25 days ago

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unconventional bonds | part 1.

Summary: Everyone finds it hard to believe that Captain America is an omega. Unlike others in society, he has never had to worry about respect. But he struggles to behave that way omegas are supposed. While Steve has everyone's respect he finds it hard to keep a mate until a new alpha joins the team.

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Smut. Mentions/talks of parental abuse.

Pairing: Omega!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Reader, Steve Rogers x Black!Reader (not really obvious in part 1 but I always have black readers in mind), Steve Rogers x fem!reader (does this mean femme or female because I've seen conflicting info but want to start tagging so male readers that want male reader fics don't feel bamboozled because reader comes in only halfway into this part?)

Word Count: 3.8k

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No one was surprised when the designation written at the top of Dr. Erskine’s forms for Steve Rogers before the serum read omega. He might have been a total hothead when it came to justice and the right thing — and his incessant need to fight back was completely alpha — but it was pretty obvious by looks that he was an omega. But back then, they had assumed that all his illness before puberty had damaged his designation in some way.

Then the serum was administered and the body suddenly matched the personality that was always there. Steve’s smell had even changed. Everyone was so sure that he was finally the alpha they all expected him to be, including Steve himself. Until he went into heat instead of rut.

He knew the telltale signs and the differences, although slightly harder to tell between men, and it was a heat. It didn’t matter much in the end. Technically, Steve made history in more ways than one. But aside from around the time of his heats, it was near impossible for anyone to tell the captain was an omega. He didn’t even give off the vibes of a beta. And Steve certainly didn’t act like the other men in his designation.

Despite the oddities, life was good for Steve in nearly every department but love. Steve tried to go for betas, finding them to be a perfect compromise. But Peggy had been the only beta that worked out. Alpha femmes didn’t like that Steve’s submission never looked like what they wanted. Alpha mascs absolutely refused to entertain it like the femmes did and they certainly weren’t about to go up against Captain America.

Omega femmes and mascs seemed to be more okay with the dynamic compared to their alpha counterparts. Especially because Steve satisfied a lot of what they needed in regards to an alpha. But he was never able to satisfy their heats, was very uncomfortable with the thought of them seeking out alphas to help even if solely for medical needs, and his heats were entirely too intense for them. So Steve essentially gave up on finding anyone.

He threw himself into work, taking extra missions whenever one of his teammates bonded. Maybe it would affect him less if most of the core Avengers weren’t bonded with mainly each other. At least Sam was a beta. Steve was forever thankful for that after Bucky came to him in an absolute tizzy that he had a crush on who he had deemed the most annoying member of the tower. With Sam’s calming presence and less upsetting scent, Steve could always seek solace in hanging out with his best friends even if they were being lovey dovey.

But while their captain had become okay with his situation, the rest of his team — hell, the rest of the tower — couldn’t accept it. Steve deserved a bond and a mate just as much as the rest of them. Maybe even more. He sacrificed himself multiple times, always took missions even if they were hard, and was more selfless than he should have been. So there was one mission that all of SHIELD worked on in their free time. A mission their captain rolled his eyes at every time it was brought up. Operation: find Steve Rogers a mate.

The holidays and a well deserved staycation gave the man reprieve. Everyone was either doing their own thing or preparing for the newest recruit that they had no time to meddle in his love life. Good timing too. His heat was delayed because the mission he had went on before break required the taking of suppressants to stay safe. Suppressants had never been good for Steve. The serum didn’t care for them at all.

It almost seemed like his heats became worse after taking suppressants. Dr. Cho, and nearly everyone else, was convinced that if he had a partner to help him with his heats then it wouldn’t matter as much. Steve sighed. He didn’t want to go down that road again. Alphas had knots no matter what, even internally for the women. And their knots seemed relatively compatible with everyone. A bit uncomfortable for other alphas and betas but still manageable.

Omegas had soft barbs that Steve always thought were essentially mini knots. Same sex omega couples were common for a reason. Two omegas of different sexes resulted in barbs against barbs, not exactly the most comfortable feeling. But still possible… if the serum hadn’t made his barbs operate practically like knots.

At least, that’s what Steve told himself and insisted on when the medical team questioned if the serum had done it or if he was always like that. It was easier to blame the serum and being raised by betas than to confront the theory that his illnesses as a child had impacted his designation but not even fully.

Like with most of his problems, Steve decided to throw himself into work instead. There was a new recruit to meet and get acquainted to the tower. New members to the Avengers were always risky when it came to team dynamic. Sam and Maria were the only betas and already pulling a heavy workload at being the emotional regulators of the team.

Having only two betas was the only reason Steve didn’t vocalize how annoyed he got that the Avengers kept bonding with each other and stinking up the entire place. Bonded pairs were able to at least bounce off of each other in regards to stabilizing their emotions which meant less labor for Sam and Maria. Something Steve felt was necessary to keep the betas’ wellbeing intact.

Sharon had done the new recruitment personally, giving the entire team the rundown. Steve tried to recall everything from the brief on the way down to the lobby. You weren’t a beta but it took Sharon several sniffs to figure out your presentation. Something everyone had found odd at first because while Betas had more relaxing scents, the smell carried just as much as the scent of an alpha or omega. But you had shrugged when Sharon had brought it up in the interview, figuring that regular suppressant use probably minimized scent. It was an uncommon side effect. Uncommon but not at all rare.

“If everything checked out then why are we having a formal briefing and why is there a giant asterisk in her file?” Nat had asked, flipping through the last of your folder.

“Because when she said regular suppressant use, it wasn’t for missions. Y/N’s home life was not good. Her parents had her on suppressants the moment she presented. None of her medical forms before coming here even had a designation filled out. We had to do all of it when she first came here and she didn’t even want to hear us utter it.

"She said she quit cold turkey once Nick recruited her but we simply don’t know the adverse effects this could have on her. But if she’s fine, I really think that she’ll be a great addition to this team. She took very well to the personal training. Aside from this small blip, no probation should be needed.”

Steve frowned at the memory as the elevator finally reached the lobby. He couldn’t imagine being forced to be on suppressants for most of your life. Neither Sharon nor Nick had asked you personally but everyone was sure they knew the story. Alpha parents pissed off with an omega child. It wasn’t something that should happen but it did every now and then.

As he exited the elevator and made his way to the very lost looking woman standing off to the side of the lobby, trying not to get in anyone’s way, Steve could see what Sharon meant. He was in his heat which meant that he should have been able to smell you before the elevator had even fully settled onto the ground floor. Especially with the serum. But Steve still didn’t smell you until he was nearly to you. It would probably take weeks at best to get those suppressants to stop messing with your system so intensely.

“L/N?”

You lifted your head to see Steve was right in front of you. It might have been rude to do so openly but both of you were assessing each other. The pictures and videos did not do their captain justice. You could easily see why Steve would be mistaken for alpha. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he really was one. The man in front of you eyed your ensemble. Short dress but with a lot of bounce in the skirt, Dr. Martens but with large ribbons in the laces, lots of dainty jewelry, and an oversized cardigan. Very… what was the word Peter taught him? Cottagecore? You certainly gave off omega.

It made him swell up with pride even though he barely knew you. Your parents, and probably lots of strangers, had tried to break you down but you still embraced your omega side. He couldn’t exactly relate to stereotypical omega interests but he understood resilience and being underestimated far too well.

He picked up most of your luggage and led you to the residential part of the tower where the rest of the Avengers would be arriving either super late at night or super early in the morning. You followed closely behind your new captain as he gave you the grand tour of your new home. It was nice to know that while they were called rooms, everyone’s room was essentially a mini apartment complete with a kitchen if they wanted it.

“Do you want a balcony and a kitchen? One or maybe none?” he asked as you reached his floor.

“Is there a kitchenette?”

“Yeah, still has an oven by the way. Just a lot smaller.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great. Nat will be glad to hear that she was right on room choices. So this will be your floor. This is my room if you need anything. You’re right here. Sharon is down the hall. And across from me is Sam and Bucky. You’ll get used to where everyone else is after a while. We only take up three floors at best.”

You nodded, knowing that you would definitely need a few days to get used to where everyone is. Steve dropped off your stuff before making his way to his own room to settle in. Even though he would prefer to be alone during his heats, you were here and no one else had come back yet so he decided to share his evening. A knock on the door roughly forty minutes later garnered his attention.

“Come in,” he called over the sound of his sizzling pan.

You plopped yourself on the barstool and simply watched him do his thing, asking the occasional question and trying to figure out if SHIELD and the Avengers really was a good fit for you. Steve divided dinner evenly but then put most of his portion in the fridge. His heats tended to curb his appetite. Pain and five-star meals didn’t exactly pair well.

Your eyes went wide when you watched him pull out several ice packs. The gasp that came from you made Steve look up. You scrambled to start cleaning up the mess you made while sitting at his countertop for dinner, leaving the man very confused.

“I am so sorry, Captain. I should have realized sooner that your heat was starti—” you cut yourself off with a very rough clearing of your throat, not expecting his scent to roll off of him in such strong waves.

“Are you alright?” Steve came around the corner, placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I took care of my rut this morning before coming here so I wouldn’t overwhelm anyone. But it’s only the first day. You, uh, I mean your scent is threatening to start me up. I kind of planned on not stinking up the tower until the last few rut days.”

The ice pack dropped from Steve’s other hand. “Rut days?”

Suppressants might have helped contain a person’s scent to only permeate their immediate space but they didn’t change scents. Even years of forced use couldn’t cause that to happen. And when Steve had smelled you, he agreed with Sharon and the entire med team’s evaluation of your designation.

There was no telltale musky hint that accompanied all alpha scents. You smelled rather fresh, sweet even. Like an omega. Did your parents not even allow you to use the term heat? He wouldn’t be too surprised if they had already gone far enough to force meds down your throat since you were a preteen. A breathy laugh shook him from his thoughts.

“I’d love to discuss whatever you’re inevitably thinking when I’m not on the absolute edge. But, right now, I need you to let go of me. Please, Omega.”

The underlying growl in your voice sent an undeniable tingle up Steve’s spine. Even if it wasn’t phrased like a command, it sure felt like one. And despite being able to refuse with no problems, he wanted to obey it. You finally felt like you could breathe when his hand slowly removed itself from your shoulder before a gasp died in your throat when he gently grasped your chin and turned your head, tilting it up until you were looking him in the eye.

“Let me take care of you, Alpha.”

“Please?”

That was all Steve needed before his lips were on yours. He felt like putty in your hands and he loved it. Your touch was soft as your fingertips danced over every inch of his body but commanding at the same time. Wherever you wanted him to go, Steve gladly followed until you finally reached the bedroom part of his room. There have only been a few times when his heats didn’t cause immense pain or make him burn up like a furnace.

He didn’t want to admit it but Dr. Cho was right, with the serum running through his veins, Steve really did need a body to get through his heats without issue. Everything you asked for, he did for you without question. You gasped when you felt him grip your waist before backing off.

Steve hesitated. This was usually when everything went wrong and you felt too good for him to dare finishing the first day of his heat alone. His mind was constantly reminding him that you weren’t an omega. There were no barbs to be concerned about. But every gasp he pulled from you made Steve more and more aware that he was reaching the apex of your rut for the day. He had been over this dance a hundred times before.

His submission wouldn’t look like what you wanted. He’d try and then get uncomfortable and asking to switch positions ruined the entire affair. But your kisses and touch alone were driving him absolutely crazy that he was willing to take the risk.

“Will you present for me?” You opened your eyes when Steve’s hands stopped roaming for the briefest moment. “If it’s okay with you?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth. He wasn’t sure if the compromise would please you but it would hurt him more if he didn’t even offer. With an intense focus, Steve watched how you reacted as he slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and slowly got himself acquainted with this part of your body.

“Sit on my face instead,” he said, trying his best to make it sound soft and begging-like. “Let me taste you.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. You didn’t hesitate to lower yourself down after a single nod from him that he was comfortable and ready. For the first time properly, Steve could understand how you were an alpha. You gripped his hair and grinded down on his tongue with a sole focus on your pleasure. He gripped your thighs and ate you out like a man starved.

“Such a good omega,” you murmured.

Steve mewled at the praise, helping you shift down to sit on his chest while you tried to come down from your high. His eyes fluttered closed as you gently traced his face. They shot open again when you started to get off. You didn’t owe him anything, he knew that. The two of you weren’t a bonded pair. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had an alpha walk out on him, even during his heat. Steve laid back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling while he listened to you shuffle around the bathroom.

“I don’t really like to be touched for a few minutes afterwards, until I’ve had decompression time and I’m less sweaty,” you said, garnering Steve’s attention. “Which I know is funny because knots don’t make it easy.”

He watched with curiosity as you sat down a basket of things, all from his bathroom, on the nightstand. You crawled right back onto your spot on his chest and ran your fingers through his hair as if you never walked off in the first place.

“I always take care of my omegas first because of it. Is that all good for you? Do you need anything else?”

Steve looked over at the basket. “I’m good. I like showering together and then staying in bed until someone gets hungry. Maybe some juice or water in between.”

“Sounds perfect. Take what you need, omega. I want you to feel good.”

Something in Steve snapped. He had never received a command like that and took full advantage of it. You laughed when suddenly the two of you switched places, your back now flush against the bed. The way he kissed and groped you, you were sure that Steve liked it a bit rougher. Your suspicions were proven correct. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, not quite marking you but definitely taking in your scent to spur him on.

“Wait.”

He paused abruptly, looking for any signs of accidentally harming you. Steve groaned when you turned over. You figured that between your knot and the slow swelling of large barbs you could feel from him, separating wasn’t going to be quick. You’d preferred to be stuck in a more comfortable position than wrapped around him like a koala.

Maybe it was cocky of him but Steve couldn’t help the smirk on his face when you mumbled about him being so big. He started up his fast and rough rhythm once again. A rumble started in his chest as he got closer to cumming. There was no way he could go back to the suppressants after this. Even if not with you, he really did need to settle his heats with a real body.

“Perfect alpha,” he said between thrusts. “Taking me so well.”

You both came at the same time, breathing heavily. Carefully, Steve helped you up. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be but a careful test pull confirmed that neither of you were going anywhere for a minute. Neither one of you could help but to laugh. The aftermath of ruts and heats were decidedly unsexy but something about it made you more comfortable. It was impossible to continue being self-conscious about being alluring enough when you were literally stuck to the man behind you.

“Does an extra long shower sound nice?” you asked.

“Sounds perfect.”

Normally, Steve stayed in bed until the swelling went down enough to carefully separate. The waddle to the bathroom, no matter how coordinated, made both of you laugh even harder whenever you got glimpses of yourself in the mirror. It didn’t stop until the shower curtain closed. Steve cleared his throat after you both calmed down and just enjoyed the hot water.

“I don’t normally do this by the way, sleep with new teammates. I know I’m the captain of this team but please don’t feel obligated to me in any way because of this. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“It’s alright, Captain. I can’t say I was thinking rationally but I don’t regret anything. Please don’t feel bad… And don’t feel obligated to me in any way either. I’m not one of those alphas. We aren’t mates, if you have any other people to help you through your heats then that’s fine with me. If you even want to do this again.”

“I don’t ha… I don’t have anyone else.”

You wished you could turn around. “Then how are you handling your heats?”

“Suppressants. I know, I know, it’s not healthy.”

“It’s not.” You carefully wiggled around until you could separate, though not without some discomfort, and face the man behind you. “Captain, if you need any help handling heats then I’m available. No strings attached. I’m not asking you to accept a bond. You don’t have to worry about any claims or anything. Just an alpha helping an omega out. And making sure you stay healthy so I don’t die in the field.”

That made Steve laugh. “Thank you. I think I might take you up on that offer.”

“Anytime.”

Steve hung up his washcloth. “I’ll leave you to your alone time, alpha. Let me go change the sheets for us.”

“Do you not have a nest?”

“Didn’t get a chance to remake one,” he lied. “I just got back from a mission.”

“Hmm. Well, you could always pile a bunch of comforters up. It kind of feels like a warm laundry basket dumped on you. Minus the warm part.”

Steve nodded at the suggestion and left you to decompress by yourself like your preferred aftercare method. You let the water settle over your skin until you felt good enough to leave. Looking at the bathroom sink, you spotted a pile of neatly folded clothes. Steve left a pair of his briefs and a sweatshirt for you. Slipping it on, you joined him in the makeshift nest on his bed and let him cuddle you. He didn’t say it but you figured that drawing figure eights on his shoulders and biceps might help bring him down.

“You don’t smell like an alpha,” Steve commented after a while. “I thought you were a beta or omega until a couple hours ago.”

“I get that a lot. It’s complicated.”

“You don’t have to tell me now. But speaking as captain and not an omega, we have an asterisk in your folder because of the suppressants use. If it’s related to this complication then you can tell me and I’ll sort it out alone. No extra interviews or monitoring.”

“In the morning?” you asked. “Can we talk then?”

He nodded. Steve was pleasantly surprised when you didn’t say anything about it being late. He was still holding you, needing more grounding and you were okay with that. Your soft snores broke his concentration on the tv show. Slipping a little further down, Steve adjusted his hold on you and let himself fall asleep with the comforting and calm scent of you all around him.

| part 2 |

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chillicoded · 7 months ago

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Publicly shipping and sexualising F1 drivers is STRANGE.

This isn't targeted and I'm not trying to start anything, I'm just utterly bamboozled and wanted to put my thoughts out.

I don't know if it's just because I came to the F1 community fresh from mcyttwt, where it was pretty much standard for people to get doxxed and reported into oblivion for shipping youtubers/streamers or even daring to imply that they were attractive in any way, but I've been here for a year now and I'm honestly still dumbfounded at how normalised hardcore shipping between and sexualisation of the drivers is. I didn't see much of it on Twitter while I was active there, I imagine because most of the F1 accounts I followed were in the exact same boat as me, but I see glimpses of it on other platforms like Instagram and Threads, and over my last few days of using Tumblr, I've noticed it's very prevalent here.

Admittedly, mcyttwt could take the notion of protecting creators' personal boundaries a little far sometimes. Especially in the peak of the DreamSMP in 2020/21, you couldn't even compliment a creator's new haircut or lightly blush their cheeks in fanart without someone in the replies calling you out for "sexualising" the creator, and like I said above, doxxing and mass reporting was commonplace. At points like that, it really did more harm than good and it was borderline puritanical. That level of internal policing and constantly walking on eggshells to avoid getting lumped in with Those People is not what I would want for the F1 community, or any fandom. It's normal to find drivers attractive (including sexually attractive) and it's okay to talk about it to a reasonable, respectful extent. It's normal to appreciate their dynamics with each other and it's okay to point out and joke about the bromance-y moments they have with each other.

I think it's also okay to exaggerate those dynamics and bromances for the sake of fanfic. There's no way to fully capture a whole person in words, their whole 20-, 30-, 40-something years of life including everything you haven't seen and everything under the PR-polished persona they put on for the media. No matter how accurately a writer can portray a real person, they're ultimately still writing a character. For that reason, I feel like fanfiction is where the line in the sand can be blurred a bit. I still find hardcore smut about F1 drivers strange, but that is a much more subjective take from me.

What's really strange is describing your sexual fantasies about a driver explicitly and in detail on public platforms. What's strange is watching a driver's every interaction with another and psychoanalysing them to prove or imply that they are sexually or romantically involved with each other. They are real people, and you're putting that on the internet for anyone, including the drivers, to see. I can't even imagine how violating it would be for them to be aware that every time they interact with a colleague or friend, their body language and their every word is being scrutinised by people who want to imagine that they're fucking their fellow driver. How humiliating it must be for them to be aware that if their shirt sits like this or they bend down like that, there will be a slew of strangers on the internet drooling over how badly they want them and commenting on their bodies.

Yeah, sounds pretty horrifying when it's put like that, doesn't it?

It's even more bizarre to me that the people who are completely unashamed of all this weird shit will go on for days about how hateful comments and death threats aren't okay. I'm not saying they're wrong for that or shouldn't be speaking out about it - anyone can and should be calling those things out - but the hypocrisy is baffling. Hate and death threats aren't okay because, aside from the fact that it's just not cool to talk to or about people like that, there's a non-zero chance that the drivers will see those comments and it could seriously affect them mentally and emotionally, especially when it's on every platform, coming from countless people. You can recognise and understand that, but you don't think even once, let alone twice, that maybe speculating about drivers' personal relationships, sexuality and bodies and publicly objectifying them could have the same effects? Seriously?

I get that every fandom has Those People, and it's usually a bigger portion of the fandom than people like to think. Even while I was on mcyttwt, That Side of the fanbase was an elephant in the room; we all knew it was there, but no one really spoke about it or engaged with it because 1) nobody wanted to give them any attention or waste any time on it, 2) we knew there was nothing we could do to stop those people from being Strange, and 3) it was an ugly, shameful part of the community that we were all happier pretending wasn't there. The side of the fandom that didn't care to respect the basic boundaries and personal lives of people they claimed to support were very distinctly separated from those who did. I think that was for the best, and I wish it was the way things were done here. Here, it seems completely unabashed and it's intermingled with blogs that aren't like that at all. When I see a cool piece of fanart or a post I agree with here, there's no way for me to know what I'm going to find when I look at the rest of the blog. The amount of times I've clicked on a blog I thought looked cool and started scrolling only to find some weird shit like "I just KNOW (x) and (y) have explored each other's bodies" with no warning has been jarring, and seriously offputting.

I'm not expecting to pull up on Tumblr, write this a few days later and completely change the culture here. I'm sure other people feel the same way as me and have spoken about it before, and I'm sure the people who do all this aren't bothered at all. I just find it so baffling that it's everywhere here and I wanted to talk about it. In an ideal world, people would learn the difference between an outside thought and an inside thought and know that these are definitely inside thoughts, but ultimately, that's not going to happen anytime soon. Maybe if you're going to put that kind of content out there, at least be aware that other people don't necessarily want to see it and make it clear that it's on your blog for our sake, so we don't have to encounter it if we don't want to? Please?

And by the way, if you're wondering why I don't just ditch Tumblr if I don't like the culture here, I'm mainly here because this is the best place for me to post the kind of content I want to make, not necessarily because it's the best place to find the kind of content I want to see (and also because my housemate convinced me to start a blog and now I'm slightly addicted). I just want to be able to follow blogs that don't post stuff that makes me seriously uncomfortable, and so far, that's been difficult to find. With that said, if you're active here and you're not into Posting Weird Shit, please let me know so I can follow you xoxo

(PS "daily" drawings will be back soon, i keep getting peer pressured to go to the uni library and spending my entire evening there so i run out of time to draw </3)

#olive's silly f1 opinions xoxo #f1 #formula 1 #f1 community #f1 tumblr #f1blr #guys please

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revasnaslan · 6 years ago

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She-ra fandom, Entrapdak ship, and Scorpia for character

Fandom:

Answered already here.

Ship:

When I started shipping them: that one shot of entrapta sitting on the arm of hordak’s throne while he leans in. like i was already super intrigued by their interactions up until that point, cause i found their relationship surprising, but that shot was just... hoooo boy. it got me good.My thoughts: i love them, like i honestly adore them. they’re so great, they bounce off each other so well. their interactions are fantastic.What makes me happy about them: that their story is basically two disabled people finding love even tho the world around them has convinced them that they’re imperfect, but to each other they are already perfect. love that shit.What makes me sad about them: that they’re separated in canon currently. that hordak has been led to believe his only friend betrayed him... makes me sad ;; i want them to get back together.Things done in fanfic that annoys me: i have some things i dislike about most of the smut, but that’s just cause i’m picky. i’ve also seen several fics where they have a big grand wedding (or it’s implied they did), which i honestly cannot see them having.Things I look for in fanfic: hordak being flustered is a big one, but also hordak being like, ready to pull out a 50+ slide presentation on why entrapta is the best. i love entrapta being so eager to talk about her theories and hordak just having heart eyes while listening to her. i love it when they’re kind of dancing around each other because they’ve never done this before, neither of them knows what is going on.My wishlist: i want hordak to be entrapta’s damsel, first and foremost. i want hordak to fuss over her at some point. i really want the princesses to see them interact and be bamboozled by it cause like... hordak is being soft and entrapta is just... fine with that apparently what the hell manWho I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: nobody tbh, i don’t ship much from she ra, so if they don’t end up with each other i wouldn’t ship them with anyone else i don’t thinkMy happily ever after for them: well entrapta wants to see the stars. and hordak knows how to navigate the stars. i think it’d be nice if they could just go exploring and sciencing. and maybe have a couple of kids.

Character:

How I feel about this character: i love scorpia, she’s such a sweetie, and i enjoy her whenever she’s on screen.Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: well i used to ship her with catra, but S3 kind of killed my love for that ship. i might pick it back up if their relationship improves but at this stage in the game, scorpia deserves better. i want nice things for her, and really, who wouldn’t. that’s part of the reason why my current favorite ship for her is actually adorpia. i feel like they’d actually be very sweet together... My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: i really love her interactions with entrapta. they seem like they have a really sweet friendship and i’d love to see more of it in the coming seasons.My unpopular opinion about this character: idk if it’s unpopular but... she deserves better than catra.One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i really want her to have some kind of role in hordak finding out about what happened to entrapta. i feel like that’s gonna be important to her finally breaking free from catra and being able to move on. also i think it’d just be funny for her to go along on the journey to beast island because her and hordak could have downright hilarious interactions if it was just the two of them.Favorite friendship for this character: her and entrapta!My crossover ship: don’t have one

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were-cheetah-stiles · 8 years ago

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The Recruit (Chapter 18) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 78, Part II”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me decide what to do with this chapter WEEKS ago. I was going in all different directions and she really helped to shape this. Also, I’m assuming that Jake Gyllenhaal joke was with you, Britt............ I’m assuming.

The Hills - The Weeknd

Warnings: SMUT. like dirty bathroom sex kind of smut. cursing.

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"Bro.. do you know who that is over there?"

"Hmm?" Mitch glanced over to where Steven was looking. He didn't recognize the man that was being seated at the table nearby. He shook his head and looked back at his food.

"Dude, you know who Jake Gyllenhaal is."

Mitch shrugged. "Name sounds familiar."

Steven shook his head and looked back at the table full of food in front of him. "You are so nonchalant about everything." Mitch laughed and shrugged again, his mouth full of cornbread. "So do you have any pictures from your trip?"

"What trip?" Mitch asked, his mouth full after shoving a forkful of mac-n-cheese in it.

Steven lowered the barbecue rib from his mouth and put it back on his plate, confused as to how Mitch didn't know what trip he was referring to. "....... the trip you took after Katrina... the one you were on for more than a year...?" Steven stared at his brother, with his brow furrowed.

"Oh.." Mitch chuckled and glanced down at his plate. "Um, not really."

"No pictures? At all?" Steven seemed bamboozled by that concept, as he was absolutely addicted to his iPhone and was garnering quite a following on Instagram. Steven was definitely more a child of their generation than his brother.

Mitch nodded and stuffed more cornbread in his mouth, chewing the dry carb in an effort to stall. "It just wasn't that kind of trip, you know? I was trying to..."

"Get over Katrina, I know. I just figured.. I don't know, a landscape or something. Where'd you even go?"

Mitch felt the need to lie about this. He didn't think that his brother would understand why, after seeing his fianceé be killed, Mitch would return to the Middle East for “leisure”. "Spent some time in Asia. Hong Kong, Thailand, Japan, Indonesia, Vietnam, Cambodia.. I really liked Cambodia." Mitch had never been to any of those places. "I wish I had taken some pictures now. The thought just never crossed my mind at the time." Mitch shrugged.

Steven went back to eating; his suspicions having been quelled. "I'm guessing you're not really allowed to take pictures on your trips for work either."

Mitch chuckled and shook his head. "No, not really."

"Well, listen..." Steven sighed, and wiped his hands on the napkin tucked into his shirt collar, protecting his suit from their messy lunch choice. "I don't need pictures of your trips, and I don't really even need the stories either... I just need my big brother back. I can take trips down to D.C. when you're in the States, and I'm assuming like every one else you get holidays off. You and Y/n can always come back up here for the Fourth of July."

Mitch understood how much he had abandoned his younger brother and he felt guilty for it, but he could not give Steven anything definitive for fear of letting him down again. "We get some holidays off, and if we have that off, then yea, we'll definitely come up here for it."

"Or I could come down to D.C. I bet Independence Day in the Capital is probably sick."

"Yea, maybe.."

Mitch and Steven finished their lunch and began walking back to Steven's office building, when Mitch spotted a used bookstore.

"Uh, do you mind if I pop inside for a minute? I want to see if they have something.. if you have to go back to work, I'll just see you later at dinner?" Mitch asked, as they stepped out of the way of the other pedestrians. Steven shrugged and followed his brother.

"What are you looking for?" Steven said as Mitch looked for someone who worked there.

"Excuse me, um, Derek?” Mitch glanced at the young man’s name tag. “Where are your classics?"

The skinny young man behind the check out desk took his time raising his gaze from his magazine up to Mitch, but when he did see the brothers, a smile spread across his face and he leaned over the counter. "Over there, honey." He pointed of to the right. "Let me know if I can help you with anything."

Steven snickered and Mitch walked off, not noticing that he was being flirted with. "What are you looking for?" Steven asked again, Mitch's eyes scanned the shelf full of old secondhand books.

"I just want to see if they have something..." Mitch poked his head around, moving the stacked books around on the shelves.

"I can help, you know?" Steven complained, tiring of his brother's silence.

"Don't need it." Mitch grabbed a dusty blue, hardcover book off the shelf and brought it up to the register. "How old would you say this is?"

The employee gave his best pout as he examined the book. "Maybe a third or fourth edition?" He rung up the book and handed it to Mitch, who had a slight smile on his lips. The cashier watched as the two brothers walked out of the store together.

"Alright well that was fun.... I'll see you guys at like 8?" Steven said smirking and shaking his head, holding the door to his building open, half standing in the lobby.

Mitch nodded and walked back towards the subway.

You sat on a cozy love seat, under a heat lamp, at the rooftop bar of The Standard Hotel in the Meatpacking District of Manhattan. You, Mitch and Steven decided to get drinks after dinner and enjoy a Tuesday night on the town. Mitch was standing at the bar, trying to get all of your orders in, and you seized the moment. You leaned forward towards Steven and asked a question that had been in the back of your mind since you found out about Katrina.

"What was he like growing up?"

Steven put down his phone when he heard your question. He glanced behind you to see Mitch still waiting to be served at the bar. "Funny. He was always smart and driven and all of that, but he was lighter then, you know? When our parents died, Mitch really took it hard."

"The boarding schools..." You interjected.

Steven nodded. "We got shipped off to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to live with our aunt, step-uncle, and three cousins, and Mitch just didn't handle it well. I was young enough, that I was just sad, but Mitch was angry. He got in fights and he didn't go to class.. He stole my uncle's gun and car and just drove out to the woods and shot targets until it got dark. The police finally found him and.." Steven shrugged. "It was failed boarding school attempt, after failed boarding school attempt, after failed boarding school attempt... The last one made the difference though. He found a coach that saw the potential in him and he became Varsity captain of the lacrosse team by Sophomore year. He did winter track and swim team in the fall."

"He went to 'Cuse on a lacrosse scholarship, right?" Mitch had never told you that, he didn't like talking about college very much, but you had done some snooping in the files in Stan's office when they were both gone.

Steven smiled and nodded. "Yea, he was a beast... an actual All-American athlete, you know?" Steven shook his head. "I love my brother a lot, and I don't mean to sound cocky, but when I got to Syracuse a year after him, it was like me and the school and our friends and lacrosse brought out the Mitch I grew up with. He was good again, light, effervescent, funny, talkative... I think being around a sport he loved, and good friends, and his brother-"

"And Katrina.." You didn't like beating around the bush.

Steven nodded. "I think it all did a lot of good for him.

"So the Mitch that we have today is because of what happened to Katrina then?"

Steven paused and nodded. "It was not at all fair that that happened to him twice.." Steven came around and sat next to you on the seat, trying to not shout over the music. "...that he lost people so suddenly and tragically, twice? It was just fucked up. He left about two weeks after her funeral and he stayed in touch and kept his apartment for about four months, and then he just disappeared, sold the place, and I didn't hear from him again until like two weeks ago when he told me he was coming up here with you."

You fidgeted with your hands in your lap. "I don't know what to to say.. that's... just.." You trailed off and shook your head, looking around to see Mitch finally speaking to the bartender.

"I've never seen him like he is now though. I can tell that the anger is somewhere under the surface, like it was when we were kids, but at the same time he's...." Stephen paused looking for the right words. "You clearly make him really happy, Y/n. He's different than he was with Katrina. Maybe he just grew up more or something. I mean, they were only twenty-three when they got engaged."

"What are you two talking about?" Mitch came over, balancing three drinks among his long fingers, and sitting where Steven had been sitting, across from you.

Steven hooked his arm around your shoulders, hugging you close to his side, and smiled. "Talking shit about you, big bro."

You grinned and patted Steven's arm, appreciating that Steven didn't divulge the true nature of your conversation. Mitch smirked and rolled his eyes. "Then you get no drink, little bro."

Mitch leaned against the wall, sipping his whiskey and watching as you chatted up a girl with Steven. He thought back on the last time he saw you act like a wingman at a party. He remembered the electricity that surged through his body when, in your tight, short, cream colored dress and thigh-high black suede boots, you leaned over his lap, your hand resting on his thigh for stability, and ordered his favorite drink without him ever having told you what it was. He remembered watching you gyrate on the dance floor, and the way your body moved in your dress. He took a deep breath and took a sip of his drink, suddenly feeling overheated. He scanned the dark room, full of sweaty, grinding bodies, swaying to the overly loud music, and saw you, grin and nudge Steven as he got dragged out onto the dance floor with the girl he was trying to snag.

You turned around, a mischievous and drunken smile plastered on your face. You spotted Mitch and began strutting off the dance floor towards him, purposefully swaying your hips in an exaggerated fashion as you approached him. You paused to down the rest of your champagne and leave it on the bar, turning back to Mitch, and dancing your way over to him. He stared at your legs, barely covered by a high waisted and short red leather skirt. His eyes made their way up your body passed the tight, long sleeved, but low cut black shirt, and choker necklace, and up to your red-stained lips moving as you sang the words to the song playing over the speakers. He grinned, and rubbed at the stubble on his chin, chuckling and shaking his head at your tipsy behavior.

"Come on..." You pulled at his hand, trying to get him to follow you onto the dance floor.

Mitch didn't budge from the wall, instead pulling you back against him. "I haven't seen you like this before." He said, his lips curling up at the corners, as he snaked his arm around the small of your back.

"I have fun sometimes." You whispered up to him, tonguing your top left canine as you smirked. You swayed your body against his, your hands pressed against Mitch's chest, and your face inches away from his. "Come dance with me."

"I haven't danced in a long time..."

"But you've danced.." You ground your body against his a little harder, and smugly licked your lips.

"I don't think so, Y/n/n.." Mitch was trying to suppress a grin. He didn't want you to know how much you were turning him on. He wanted to remain stubborn and win, so that maybe, instead of making him dance, you would want to leave and go home instead.

You were definitely the more stubborn of the two of them. You looked up at the speaker above the two of you in the ceiling as you heard the song change. You grinned and then pouted. "I love this song. Please?" Mitch shook his head.

"Your man on the road, he doin' promo... You said, 'keep our business on the low-low'.."

You connected your eyes with his and began silently singing the words to him. "I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone, cause you look even better than the photos..." You smirked and wiggled your fingers at him in a come hither fashion.

Mitch laughed, dropping his head down, and pushing the back of his hand to cover his smile. "Nope." He killed his whiskey neat and placed it on the tall table next to him, finally wrapping his hands around your waist.

The bass on the lightly remixed version of The Weeknd's, "The Hills" dropped and you turned around, your hands pulling Mitch's arms tighter around you, and you began to grind your body against his. Mitch pressed his lips together and tried to remain resolved in his stubbornness. He rolled his head back and quickly gave up. He'd pretty much do anything you wanted. Mitch grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the dense crowd of people.

"I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I'm fucked up, that's the real me. When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah.."

You grinned from ear to ear and wrapped your arms around Mitch's neck. He tried to suppress his smirk and pulled your body close against him. You swayed back and forth against him, smirking as you remained inches away from his face. You pressed your hand against the nape of his neck, leaning him closer and you connected your lips to his. His hand made it down to squeeze your ass as you continued kissing and grinding on each other.

The deejay seamlessly flowed The Weeknd into a remixed version of "Drunk in Love" by Beyonce and you smiled into your prolonged, sloppy kisses. You broke away and turned around, keeping your arms hooked around his neck. You felt Mitch begin to sway his hips against yours in a way that kept good time with the hypnotic rhythm. You felt your desire for the way his body moved against you begin to pool against your black panties. You were entranced at the natural way his body moved to the music.

Your left hand broke free from its sweaty grip around his neck and ruffled your hair in a way that wafted the familiar vanilla scent into his nostrils. He was more intoxicated by you than the alcohol. Mitch snaked his hand up your arm and placed your hand back around his neck. He then reached around, cupping his hand under your chin and pulling up. He felt you twitch against his grip, a quick flashback beginning to form in your memories.

"It's just me. It's just us." Mitch whispered into your ear, his lips grazing your cheek.

You breathed deeply and surrendered to Mitch's pull. He locked his lips against yours, his hand holding tightly against your jaw, as he bit and pulled at your bottom lip. He heard the faintest moan come from your mouth, as your fingers curled into his hair and you pushed against his cock. His free hand worked its way up from your hip bone, lightly pulling at your leather skirt as his sticky skin moved, to your sternum, and you whimpered. You could barely hear the music over the sound of your heart thumping in your ear drums. Mitch tugged at your bottom lip again and you could no longer fight the urge.

You grabbed at his hand, pulling it off of your throat, and led him out of the crowd. Your skirt was slightly off kilter from the dancing, and Mitch reached down with his free hand to pull it back in place. You were no one's to look at but his.

You led him down a long and dark hallway and towards a stairwell. Mitch stopped you and pushed you up against a wall, the sound from the speakers in the club caused the surface to vibrate against your body, as Mitch pushed your head to the side and began kissing at your neck. You pushed Mitch off and began walking down the staircase, wobbly from the alcohol and your high, black suede booties. You grabbed his hand again when the two of you made it to the bottom of the stairs and he followed you towards the end of a slightly less dim hallway. Mitch glanced around, the walls were covered in graffiti and stickers and chewed gum, and the music was muffled, but still decipherable through the ceiling.

You opened the door to the women's restroom and crouched down to glance under the stalls. It was empty. Mitch followed you in and reached up to the metal arm at the top of the door, locking it closed. Mitch suddenly got pushed against the door by you, who ran your hands through his hair and pressed your lips against his. He leaned down, looped his hands under your thighs, and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, still kissing wildly at him, and suddenly felt the sensation of cold and wet porcelain against the bottoms of your bare legs.

Mitch pushed your chin up and left long, sucking kisses against your throat and jaw, as you fumbled to get his pants undone. He finally relieved you of the task, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. You bit and pulled and sucked at his bottom lip, moaning into the action as he grabbed your waist, pulling you off of the sink to stand in front of him.

Mitch turned you around, watching you press your delicate fingers into the white porcelain, and he ran his hands up your thighs, reaching them underneath the supple leather of your skirt, and pulled down your underwear. You glanced over at the full-length mirror on the back of the door and saw Mitch's cock, fully erect and waiting to be buried inside of you. Mitch looked up, you were staring back at him in the dirty mirror in front of you.

"You trust me?" He asked your reflection. You nodded. "Do you want me?"

You bit your lip. "God fucking yes."

Mitch smirked, placed his hand on the back of your neck, and pushed you against the sink. You gripped onto the sides as you felt him push your skirt up around your waist.

"Oh god." You moaned loudly, as Mitch pushed his thick cock inside of you pussy; knowing that you were wet, but not actually checking. Mitch let out a loud exhale as he explored your body from a position that he had been to afraid of experiencing with you up until that morning. He felt his length fill you up completely and he shuddered at the sensation of his hips meeting your ass.

Mitch began to pick up his pace, and his strength, fucking you with the speed and force of a man who knew he was probably about to be caught by bouncers. Mitch watched as you moved one of your hands from the sink, to up against the wall in front of you. He listened to your staggered breathing, muffled by the bass of the music from upstairs.

"Harder." You said, barely audible amidst your moans.

Mitch obliged and began thrusting into you with even more force. You grunted and pushed back against his thrusts, causing Mitch to quickly lose control. You wanted him as deep inside of you as he could possibly get when he finished.

"Fuck, baby." Mitch whined, as he watched and felt you pushing back against him. "Fuck."

Mitch leaned forward, pressing his hand against yours on the sink, and gripping your shoulder as he quickly came undone. He pressed his body against yours again, and felt himself become drained of his seed. You moaned loudly as you felt his throbbing dick empty inside of you. Mitch collapsed his head onto your back and felt your heart racing against the back of your ribs.

"You okay?" He asked as he pulled out, a drop of his cum quickly dripping onto the dirty tiled floor between your feet.

"That was...so good."

Mitch walked over and unraveled a roll of toilet paper from the closest stall. He wiped himself up, tucked himself back in his pants and zipped them back snug around his waist. He wiped you up, and pulled your panties from your ankles back up around you, then pulled your skirt back down. He pressed his body up against you, your ass smushed against the porcelain once again.

"So, that was okay?" Mitch asked, placing his hands on your hips, and staring into your y/e/c eyes.

You nodded. "That was the hottest thing ever... but you owe me."

Mitch smirked. He knew you hadn't finished. He fully intended on repaying the debt. "I know."

"What time is it?"

Mitch looked at his watch. "2330."

"Do you think Steven will be pissed if we leave early?"

"Yea, I doubt we were even really going to see Steve again tonight." Mitch commented, reaching up to unlock the door.

"Why's that?" You asked, standing next to him with your hand on the handle of the door.

"Oh, Steve is definitely going to take that girl home and have sex with her, so I really don't think he'll be pissed if I take this girl..." Mitch gestured to you. "... home with me and have sex with her until she comes."

You grinned and followed Mitch out of the club.

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Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Smut. Mentions/talks of parental abuse.

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Morning brought Steve intense peace. His heat hadn’t been fully satisfied this way in a long time. He turned over, slightly surprised to see that you were already sitting up and reading a book off of his shelf. You pushed the plate of breakfast closer to him.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, sitting up with great care to not jostle the plate. “Um, do you do this with all your omegas?”

“If they want it.” You set down the book. “Go ahead. I know you want to talk so… just, spit it out, I guess.”

“You don’t smell like an alpha. There’s a history of suppressant use. It’s a liability to this team no matter how promising your training has been. I know you were hired as Tony’s techwoman but we train all our agents the same for a reason. There’s no guarantee that you will not be in the field or have to fight. This poses a threat to everyone’s safety.”

You appreciated Steve for putting it bluntly.

“My parents forced me on them. I’ve always been a pretty weak alpha and our family comes from a long line of alphas and betas. It’s pretty traditional if you can imagine.”

Steve nodded. He was sure your family probably had the same notions of dynamics as he grew up hearing all day in the 40s. You shrugged, taking a sip of coffee before offering him the mug.

“I couldn’t deliver. Even before the suppressants, a lot of people think I’m an omega. My family couldn’t stand it.”

“So your parents harmed you?”

“It’s complicated,” you said with a sigh. “They wanted to break my dynamic and leave me at some orphanage as a broken omega. My grandparents convinced them to just drug me up and have me present to the world as a beta. As best as I could, anyway. I know it’s still abuse but… they saved my life in a sense.”

Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times, unsure of what to say.

“I swear, though, I’ve been clean since Director Fury first spoke to me. I’ve never even liked the taste of the suppressants. This is just me.”

“Can I?”

You nodded, leaning in so Steve could take a sniff. When you were younger and felt comfortable enough with certain friends, you always let them know your secret. It used to make you feel like a freak show to be smelled as if something was wrong with your scent. Nowadays, it wasn’t a bother. If anything, it was a quick and easy answer to the thousands of questions people had. Steve was very enamored by the scent.

Now that he knew what he was looking for, he could smell all the intricate notes of your scent. Citrus, sugar cane, and a hint of roasted chestnuts that would have proven you an alpha if the notes of chestnuts were a lot stronger.

Steve didn’t want a partner. Not only did he not have much time to dedicate to them — something he’s gotten numerous complaints about — but his luck with all dynamics simply wasn’t good. But he did want a dedicated heat partner and you already seemed more than adequate enough. It didn’t matter that you were more omega or maybe more beta than alpha.

He wasn’t going to risk anything by asking too much of you but he had to proposition you. Steve’s words were careful. He was still very much aware that he was the team captain, not wanting you to feel forced or pressured to accept.

You chuckled at his formality. “So serious. Do you want a contract, Captain?”

“It might make me feel better, yes.”

That made you blink. He was actually serious. Part of you thought it was sweet how he wanted to make sure strict boundaries wouldn’t be crossed. The other part was tempted to make fun of him for turning sex into an Avengers mission.

“Alright, we should probably get properly dressed before doing anything. And maybe I should meet the rest of my new team.”

Carefully, you snuck out of his room and quickly darted next door. You were grateful that your apartment was already furnished because you didn’t have much. It took only a few hours to unpack all of your items, get ready, and get dressed in normal clothes. Steve was already downstairs while you were unpacking, informing the rest of the Avengers about having met you yesterday.

They were excited. You seemed nice. That was confirmed when you came downstairs, giving shy hellos and handshakes to everyone. They felt more at ease, understanding exactly what Sharon meant. Omega scent but calming beta personality. Maybe you were the mediator they needed to keep the team balanced.

You spent most of the morning and early afternoon with the team, everyone upset that Nat, Sharon, and Wanda practically hoarded you. There was nothing you could do but laugh. You were well aware that people felt calmer in your presence. You figured — especially with being the tech girl and able to work from anywhere — that you were always going to be around people. Wanda was probably the happiest person on the team. Bruce and Vision were great but she was sick of only male omegas on the team.

All of the ladies were wonderful and her closest friends but dealing with their scents in prolonged periods was a nightmare even with Maria being around. It was even worse during rut times. But you were even more calming than Maria. While mildly annoyed, the team let Wanda be your escort and cuddle up to you during this abnormal movie night.

“Can I ask why this is abnormal?” you wondered, passing Steve the popcorn. He was sitting super close but no one paid him any mind when Bruce was also on the couch that Tony dubbed the omega futon.

“We don’t do movie nights on this day but a new teammate makes this a special occasion,” Yelena muttered. “Be thankful you came alone. We did movie night then bowling then laser tag then movie night again when Alexei, Bob, Ava, John and I joined.”

You nodded slowly, remembering that Sharon did mention the Avengers had a new unit dubbed Thunderbolts. Based on how Yelena said it, you were suddenly very thankful that all you earned was movie night and a cake. You abruptly stood up halfway through the movie, apologizing to everyone for leaving after not feeling well.

“Are you alright?” Nat asked. “Did too many bodies set off your heat?”

“No,” you said with more air than proper sound. “This is regular but all the smells are just making it worse and I’ve only been a few months off of suppressants. Never dealt with this unt… Sorry, it’s kind of hard to be a functioning adult right now. See you tomorrow.”

You didn’t even have the energy to correct Nat. Hiding that you were an alpha stopped being a thing when you broke away from your parents once going to college. But you never really bothered to correct people either. Sometimes it slipped out eventually, other times you left someone’s life with them still having the wrong notion of your presentation.

Although he was patient enough to wait for the first movie to finish, Steve left shortly after the credits. A bit of relief ran through him at the sight of you sitting on the small couch in his room. You turned your head, getting to your feet.

“Sorry about not asking if I could come in bu—”

Steve cut you off by pressing his lips against yours and moving your hand to his slacks. He muttered between kisses that you didn’t have to ask during moments like this. You smiled as Steve finally got the hint at your subtle pushes against his chest to lead you to his bedroom without breaking the makeout session.

For months, you and Steve snuck around, using each other to settle your respective ruts and heats. It was easier than you thought it would be for two reasons. The first was being next door neighbors eliminated any suspicion about why you were around each other. The second reason was that despite your oddities in designations, both of you were very regular in your cycles. And just like the very first time, your rut was always at the same time as Steve’s heat. Only needing to take one week off instead of two separate ones each month meant no one was thinking you two were involved.

The team noticed the changes in Steve for the better. He was a lot less tense when his heats came around. You were obviously the reason, even Ava and Yelena stopped arguing when you sat in between them at the table. So, they let their captain spend the most time with you outside of Wanda. They preferred this side of Steve no matter how much they were annoyed that he was hogging you and that you two still weren’t done with dessert despite offering to make it for movie night.

“Stevie, how do I put in pto? Do we even get that?” you asked, beating eggs whites in a bowl.

“Just say you’re leaving and walk out.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. But you can’t turn your phone off. We technically never get vacations. You just get lucky that there’s no missions you have to be on during the two weeks you decided to act like the job doesn’t exist.”

“Oh, that’s nice, I guess?”

“You get used to it.”

“Well, I was thinking about exploring the area. I’m not from New York, you know. Did you and Bucky want to join me?”

“You want glorified tour guides, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“No can do unless you’re willing to change the dates. We’re going with Sam down to Louisiana for a family reunion.”

“You three are so cute,” you cooed, making him blush and declare that the three of them certainly did not fit that definition.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to join us? No pressure, I can always take a suppressant for the week or ride it out like I used to.”

“Will Sam mind?”

“Not at all.

Tony incessantly nudged Nat and Sam in the arms until they finally looked at him. After spotting what he was pointing at, they silently alerted everyone else in the common room. You and Steve were suddenly much more interesting entertainment than whatever trashy reality tv show was on. You sat on the counter, legs dangling absentmindedly, with the large mixing bowl resting in your lap while you chatted with Steve. The team watched lovingly as the corners of Steve’s eyes crinkled when he laughed at your very loud sigh and sudden complaining.

“Why did I let you make the lemon filling and offered to do this meringue?” you asked with a huff, glaring at the not yet stiff peaks in the mixing bowl.

“Because you didn’t want to stand at the stove.”

You stuck the bowl straight out, offering it to the man in front of you. “Help, please.”

“Lean over and keep this stirring,” Steve said, taking the bowl without thought and whipping up the meringue in no time.

With a satisfied smile once he took over stirring the filling again, you sat back and watched him, content with contributing nothing more to making dessert for the team. You did take on a new task though, shoveling spoonfuls of food into Steve’s mouth before his dinner got too cold. The rest of the Avengers couldn’t stop looking. It didn’t even look like Steve noticed that his left hand had started to hold the side of your thigh for balance as he leaned over to take each bite, not moving his hand away afterwards.

Maria took a sip of her drink. “I always thought Steve would end up with a beta but Y/N would be good for him too.”

“Honestly, if I couldn’t smell her, she’d seem more beta than omega. Maybe that’s what he actually needed this whole time. Someone with the same designation as him but a bit more calm and not quite as needy,” Bucky said after much thought. “It’s like the best parts of an omega but without too much pressure on him to be the alpha they’ll never get.”

He knew his friend had all but given up on finding a mate but you were good for him. Bucky, and everyone else was sure of it. So the team switched from Operation Find Steve a Mate to Operation Get Steve and You Together. They figured their chances might be better than before. Steve and you were clearly friends and the man had no problem dating all designations so being an omega couple wouldn’t bother him. They just needed to figure out more about you and if you were solely into alphas or betas, maybe helping you see that the man in front of you could have been an exception.

Instead of offering to take over so you two could relax, the team just observed your dessert making session. It had looked like Steve wasn’t paying attention but, despite not facing you, he pulled up the frill of your right sock that had started slipping down with one hand and assembled the pie with the other.

“We should go to the Met this weekend. There’s a Degas exhibit that’s leaving soon.”

“I love Degas!”

“I know,” Steve said, chest swelling with pride at your excitement. “So, do you want to go in the morning? We could have breakfast at a cafe nearby, be very touristy for the day.”

“A cafe with pancakes?”

“Absolutely.”

The team nodded in satisfaction at actualizing their new plan. But one thing gnawed at them even after team night ended and you and Steve left the next morning for the museum. He had met and been with several omegas that fit romantically. His almost alpha characteristics were truly a good substitute. But it never worked out sexually with them.

Sharon shot up like a rocket to take the laser pointer from Tony. They were all in the common room staring at an oddly well put together powerpoint despite having only formulated this plan yesterday. Sharon aimed the laser at the little drawing of a heart.

“We need to focus on this. If we get them to fall madly in love before ever hooking up then maybe they’ll want to stick it out even if they aren’t sexually compatible.”

Wanda nodded. “It’s a sound idea.”

“And not too hard. Between the rejections and being too much of a gentleman, Steve would never hook up with Y/N outside of a heat until they’re firmly in a relationship. Remember how he was with Janet and Mitchell. I’m not sure about Y/N but I’ve never seen her bring anyone to the tower.”

“She practically locks herself in her room,” Bucky offered up. “Steve brings her things but that’s it. I’m pretty sure she likes to just ride it out on her own. But if they do start to like each other, I’m sure that would change.”

“So we just need to schedule them for separate missions during their heats.”

“Well, that’s perfect. The two of them have the same timing,” Tony said with a clap of his hands.

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