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Bound Together Part 1

Alpha!Steve x Alpha!Bucky x Alpha! Sam x Omega!Reader

Summary: The Avengers are more than Earth's mightiest heroes, they are seen as one of the mightiest packs bound by years of loyalty, rivalry, trust, and love. When a new Omega joins the team, a friend of Natasha and Clint's as an Ex-SHIELD agent, it causes the trio of mated Alphas to panic and lose sleep. Shes caught not only the eye of the public, but of the alphas as well, and she might just be the key in strengthening the pack further.

Warnings: This is Omegaverse so all the warnings that come with that, I switch POVS twice, 18+ only on this as there is implied 18+content and this series will eventually have smut. This will be a bit of a passive aggressive slow burn.

Word Count: 11,409

Notes: This took me a bit to write and is my first time writing Omegaverse myself. I wanted to have a slower paced yet still getting the reader into the team dynamic as a good lil intro. Feedback is welcomed so are reblogs! Do not repost my work, the only other place i post fics on is AO3. This will eventually get added to a series masterlist/Avengers masterlist. Inspired to write this by the The Sun, the Moon and the Stars series by @crazyunsexycool, go read it!

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In the eyes of the world, the Avengers were more than just Earth’s mightiest heroes-they were Earth’s mightiest pack, years of working together having forged unbreakable bonds rooted in instinct, loyalty, and love for one another. It was no secret that while the strength of the pack was an unmovable force of unity the reason the bonds within the pack were so strong was because of the intricate web of mates and sibling-like bonds, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson were a formidable trio and example of the strength of bonds within the pack since all three being Alphas mated to one another, while other known mates were Natasha(Alpha) and Bruce(Omega), Tony(Omega) and Pepper(Alpha) who the pack had come to see as a mom like figure despite her rebuttal she was in fact not the mom friend of the group, and Wanda(Omega) and Vision(Alpha). While mating bonds were a strong presence in the pack, sibling bonds were just as rampant: Nat and Clint(Beta), Tony and Bruce, Tony and Rhodey, Sam and Clint, just to name a few considered each other with a sibling like point of view. Every bond formed within the pack made it stronger and more complex, they were one massive family that the public couldn’t help but to envy for one reason or another but also adore for just as many reasons.

In the eyes of the public the Avengers and their pack had made leaps and bounds in the world that was secondary genders; Natasha was a leading figure in the Alpha female world and Tony in exchange was a leading figure in the Omega male world, both having set up clinics and safe spaces for their designations. Clint was a prime example how Betas still had a place in a pack dynamic as the main person to calm everything down when emotions were rampant on everyone's sides and Steve, Bucky, and Sam were Icons of same designation relationships even if two out of the three didn’t really know to what extent. Everything the Avengers did as a pack from public appearances to missions that had been recorded by bystanders was on observation, life in the compound was their break away from all of it; needless to say the public took notice when a new face popped up consistently with the already gigantic pack.

Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire, “What was her palace in the pack?” or “What designation is she?” to “Do you think she has a mate on the team and if so who?”, speculation went rampant almost overnight about who the new member could possibly be. It wasn’t long before Cap and Tony were making an announcement about the newest member: An Omega, an ex-SHIELD agent like NAt and Clint, who was close with both of the other ex-SHIELD agents. They had announced her hero name as ‘Lynx’, an enhanced individual that was a force to be reckoned with just like the rest of the pack, when questioned about her abilities she had answered questions as minimally as possible, anxious to be put in front of the millions of fans who all wanted to know about her: the nickname had come from Fury as a joke about her enhanced feline like abilities and reflexes that also made her a master of stealth , on top of her ability to withstand extreme cold Fury saw her as an invaluable stealth asset.

When her name went public news articles had begun to pop up left and right about her history, when Natasha had leaked all of SHIELD’s files to the public Lynx’s files had been in there too. Though the public quickly became used to her as an Avenger and a familiar face she was most often with Natasha and Clint at the beginning of her time with the team, though the chatter about her quickly picked back up when it was noticed she had started becoming a regular presence, both in public and on missions, with the trio of mated alphas; chatter and gossip about how the three alphas might have finally found someone to balance their dynamic, though when Steve read the article aloud to the other two in the private darkness of their shared bedroom one night before they all passed out he couldn’t help but to think of just how on the nose that article was. Sam and Bucky had agreed with Steve, it was on the nose and they just had to figure out how to get the Omega to agree to court them, since her presence and scent were nagging on all three of them since they had met her; it didn’t seem that thought about making her their Omega was going to leave any of their hindbrains anytime soon either.

Natasha and Clint had returned late one night, tipsy and in good spirits, after they had canceled on a pack movie night. They had walked in on a showing of The Hobbit since it was Bucky’s night to pick a movie and he had just found out there was a film adaptation of it, which had resulted in Tony pausing the movie to pick a bone with the two who had walked in coffees in hand and laughing like mad men.

He had perked up from his spot squeezed against Pepper in the corner of the massive double sectional U-shaped couch, turning to look over the back at them as he cleared his throat; the rest of the pack rolling their eyes at his nosiness. “So, where have you two been? I think we deserve a reason as to why you both canceled at the last minute. Even your mate won’t tell us why Nat and that is just plain mean Red.”

Nat laughed, actually Laughed and it had Bruce perking up over the couch from his spot on the floor in front of the couch, he always liked her laugh and it was rare for one to come so unprompted. “We had a friend who came into town late last night, we haven't seen her since SHIELD so we went out for some drinks, grabbed some coffee, and then we walked her back to her apartment. She lives in town but often travels for work so she's rarely here in town at the same time as both Clint and I. If you must know Tony, you nosey omega, that's where we have been.”

Tony nodded satisfied but it had gotten Steve’s attention. “Since SHIELD? I’m assuming she was an agent like you?”

Nat nodded. “Yeah, she's been doing private ops stuff for Fury since SHIELD fell and we have been pestering here about putting in a transfer to join our team, she's an omega who's enhanced, so I figured she would fit right in here.”

All of the Omega’s perked up at the thought of having another Omega around, there was far too many Alphas in the tower compared to Omegas and Betas, though it was Tony who with a sly smirk plastered on his face extended the invitation. “Well, if you think she should be on this team you should bring her around. Introductions should be in order especially if she's gonna keep stealing you two away from pack nights. If we like her we can keep her.”

Clint snorted at Tony’s tone and wording like she was a stray animal in need of a home, in fact he had to take a sip from his coffee to prevent himself from laughing at the image of his friend looking like a stray dog, giving them puppy dog eyes and standing soaking wet in the rain, even though he knew she was fine where she was at and didn't want to intrude on an already heavily bonded pack.

Nat nodded, taking a sip from her own iced coffee. “Then I’ll extend an invitation, when were you thinking Tony since it's your idea?”

Tony hummed, faking that he had to think it over. “Tomorrow night, think of it as a birthday present for myself from you. If I like her, we can keep her. Deal?”

Clint snorted, amused. “She's not a stray to take in Tony.”

Tony tilted his head away, as he settled back into his spot. “We will see about that, if I like her we keep her, Fury be damned. Now deal?”

Nat nodded, placing a hand on Clint’s shoulder as a sign they would not win this argument. “Deal.”

Tony nestled back into the red blanket around him, turning his attention back to the movie, a smug smirk on his face. The rest of the team chuckled amongst themselves, turning back to the movie themselves. Though to Steve, Sam, and Bucky, the latter of which was nestled between the two other alphas, were all on edge; Whatever the cold snow-like scent that hung on Natasha and Clint had made them all perk up, they could only assume it was the scent of the friend the two had mentioned, had their attention and had them on edge for a reason they couldn’t quite place.

Once the movie concluded everyone stood, with some yawns, and shuffled off to their own apartments with some faint goodnights. Steve and Bucky lingered for a moment as Sam slowly stood, rolled his shoulders and popped his neck; he looked over his shoulder at the other two with a worried look, steve offered him a smile and stood while pulling Bucky with him, herding the two men towards the elevator so they could return to their own private apartment. When they had all finally curled up into the oversized bed of the central bedroom they all shared, none of them found fruitful sleep, tossing and turning or finding their dreams haunted by the scent lingering just out of reach.

Sam had given up on getting any sleep when he woke up for the third time in an hour, slinking into the small kitchen while the two giants tossed and turned, his shirt clung to his skin just enough for it to annoy him and with an aggravated growl he pried it off and tossed it to the couch. He was getting short tempered and he sighed in annoyance at the fact, he hadn’t been like this in a while, since he had first started having the PTSD nightmares that would keep him awake at odd hours of the night; he settled on a cup of coffee but the pale light of the stove showing 3 am reminded him it was going to be along day so he settled for setting it to an extra strength brew. Popping the small pod into the machine and pulling one of his cups down from the cabinet left him even more impatient and annoyed. When he finally settled onto the leather couch in the living room and was able to down half the cup in a matter of seconds he flicked on the Tv for some background noise to distract him, barely having the sound up high enough for him to just pick up on it he settled in for a long morning.

He must have fallen asleep cause he was pulled from his sleep by Friday calling out for everyone to gather in the conference room, by order of Pepper; Steve was in the kitchen with a mug in hand looking towards where the small speaker was set in the center of the island counter looking like he had just got back from a run, Bucky stood in the hallway with a towel over his shoulders, his hair damp, and his boxers slung low on his hips, clearly fresh out of the shower. All three of them groaned, Steve setting the cup back on the counter defeatedly, Bucky turned around back towards the bedrooms to get dressed, and he found where his shirt had landed half under the throw pillow and half over the arm of the couch and pulled it back over his head. He stood from the couch and stepped into the kitchen behind Steve, planting his forehead between the blonde’s shoulders.

“Rough night?” Steve asked him in that concerned tone of his that could make you melt by how much he clearly cared.

“Yeah.” He answered with a half hearted hum, taking in the relaxing apple pie scent of the blonde that always seemed to soothe him.

“Wanna talk about it?” Steve offered, he offered every time even when Sam wanted nothing to do with the particular dreams that often came with episodes like that.

“Maybe.” He mumbled.

“Just because you talk about something doesn't mean it will come back to get you.” Steve offered him that same in every time as well.

“Doesn't mean it will help either.” He sighed, and Steve turned around to pull him into his arms. The same dance they did everytime that these dreams plagued Sam.

“You don’t have to, if you really don’t want to.” Steve sighed himself, saddened to see one of his mates sp distraught.

Sam stayed quiet for a second. “That Omega Nat and Clint mentioned, did you notice how strong her scent was on them?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, it didn't seem like anyone else on the team did though.”

Sam nodded a yeah with a sigh. “That's the thing, why were we all affected by it so much? It was in my sleep too, but you two wanted nothing to do with me and were too busy chasing after that scent.”

Steve cupped his face and made the shorter male look up at him with a sad smile. “Hey, none of that now. You know I’m not going anywhere, especially just for some Omega tail when I’ve got you and Buck. You two know you’re my world.”

Buck walked back in that moment, Sam’s shoes in hand and dressed in his work out clothes, he frowned. “You guys talking about that Omega that’s coming tonight?”

Steve and Sam both nodded.

Bucky sighed, moving to sit on the couch and gestured for Sam to come put his tennis shoes on, nodding between Steve and Sam as he spoke. “Why is it affecting us so much? Scents haven’t followed me into my sleep since I first saw you after you took the serum and since I first met you.”

Steve leaned against the island as Sam joined Bucky on the couch to slide his shoes on, before the serum he hadn’t even presented yet and he reasoned he probably would have been a beta back then but the serum had kick started the gene into presenting as an Alpha, which he was thankful for since he had two true mates. “I don’t wanna be the one to suggest it but do you think there's a possibility since it has affected all three of us she's ours?”

Buck shook his head as he stood with his arms crossed, shutting down the idea immediately. “An Omega? No. Definitely not. It's probably just because her scent was lingering on a packmate, I mean we haven’t even seen her, how could you confirm something like that from a scent alone.”

In truth Bucky didn’t think that, even if it was true she was their true mate, that he deserved an Omega when it had taken a lot of work between the three of them already for Bucky to feel he deserved the other two. Sam tied his laces and stood, shifting back and forth before leaning into Bucky’s side to comfort the brunette.

“Hey it's okay Buck, just suggesting reasons, you're right we can’t assume anything like that without meeting her first. Sorry. Neither of you need to be worried, I’ll be by your sides all night as long as I have a say in it.” Steve soothed as Friday called out for their attendance again.

Bucky and Sam relented and Steve pressed a quick kiss to both of their foreheads as he ushered them out of the door of the apartment. In truth he had always been the dreamer of the group, he had always had an abundance of hope and an abundance of love to give; he was thrilled to have two mates to share with and when Bucky had mentioned possibly having a third even if it was indirectly mentioned he had to admit he had gotten kind of excited with the prospect especially if said prospect was an Omega of all things. Though he knew Sam was just afraid of losing him and Buck like he had lost his air force pack and that Bucky still had moments where he felt he didn’t deserve any of the things currently in his life and that meant especially his mates, he knew the two would be jumpy with the thought of another mate since it would be something else for Sam to lose and for Bucky to feel he didn't deserve but he almost hoped it was in fact the reason the scent had affected them so much since he reasoned it would give Buck a reason to feel he deserved it and would give Sam somewhere to direct the protective nature without it building up since he rarely got to be protective over Steve and Bucky; and for him he would finally get to satiate that part of his brain that got almost envious if not desirous when he would watch any of his Alpha packmates scent their Omegas in whatever various ways they did it, not that he couldn’t do that with Sam and Buck it just wasn’t the same since his scent didn't stay on them and it never fully satisfied that little voice in his hindbrain.

Steve was pulled from his thoughts as they made it to the conference room, most of the other Avengers were there save Wanda, Vision, and Thor, though they could hear the latter coming as he conversed with Jane on the phone the team had finally gotten him to use and that said female had taught him to use. The three practically fell into their chairs, half exhausted, Steve had probably gotten the most sleep that night since the only issue he was running into was the other two not sleeping well.

It took maybe another 15 minutes for the missing members to appear, Vision had to wrap Wanda in a blanket and carry her into the conference room since it was probably about 2 hours before the woman was normally up, it was seven am now and she normally did not show her face until about nine, and she definitely didn’t look pleased by the fact she was currently awake. As soon as everyone was in their places Pepper started passing around itineraries of how the rest of the day and the night would go. Interviews, a speech from Tony, there would be a makeup crew set up on the lower levels of the compound for those who didn't want to bother to get camera ready themselves, they would meet back up around 2:30 PM for last checks, and to go over limo assignments since Natasha and Clint were splitting off to get Lynx, they would be out the door at 2:30 and the rest of the team would be out the door at 3 to arrive at the conference hall at 3:30 and Natasha had pointed out the three of them wouldn’t arrive till 4, to which all Tony had to say was “Better make an entrance then.”

Pepper passed around bagels and tubs of cream cheese for the team to eat, since that's what Tony decided he wanted for his birthday breakfast and once everyone had eaten Pepper dismissed them all to finish their morning routines and to get ready before herding Tony back up to their apartment. Everyone slowly trickled back out of the conference room till just the three alphas remained.

“I need to shower.” Steve groaned

“So do I.” Sam sighed himself, still feeling the phantom of sweat on his skin from the night prior.

“Seems like I beat you two on that front then.” Bucky teased as he was the first of them to stand. “Guess I’ll try to squeeze a nap in then while you two are in the shower.”

Bucky held the door open for the other two as all three of them filed into the elevator, when they got back to their floor slash apartment he curled up on the couch with the blanket Steve had covered Sam in earlier while the other two crowded into the shower with the excuse they might as well save some water. It was around noon when Happy brought everyone up sandwiches for lunch from one of Tony’s favorite sub places, Steve and Sam had since piled up on either side of Bucky watching some movie Buck had no interest in since he had easily missed the first half of the plot. When they finally finished eating they had finished the movie and then decided they had better start getting dressed for the party now so they could make a good impression on the new Omega and everyone else that would be there of course, especially the interviewers that would be there and for no other reason obviously. They had split up, each retreating into their private rooms to get dressed without further distractions.

Steve had stood in front of his closet for 15 minutes trying to decide on which of the neatly pressed suits he wanted to wear before he finally decided on a navy one and pairing it with a pristine white button up. He sifted through his ties unable to decide on which one he figured would match the best giving each often a few minutes longer of consideration before shaking his head, the cycle repeated till he huffed and settled on a plain navy one as well figuring the tie bar that Bucky had given him with matching cufflinks would suffice; the bar and cufflinks had been made out of some of the vibranium of Bucky's old arm and the brunette had asked Stark to turn it into an anniversary gift for Steve one year. Though at the thought of the cufflinks he couldn’t find them or remember where he had last set them down at.

He stepped back into the shared bedroom and shuffled through the drawers and end tables there incase he had put them there but to no avail, he started to panic a bit and figured he would check his room one more time, though on his return trip Sam’s door was open and he stopped in the other Alpha’s door frame with an exasperated look on his face as Sam was buttoning up the sleeves of a white undershirt. “Have you seen where I put those cufflinks Buck gave me?”

Sam met his eyes in the mirror, “In your office I think, have you checked your desk yet?”

Steve took a few strides forward into his room, placing a quick kiss to the other Alpha’s cheek before stepping back out in a rush, “You're a lifesaver Sam.”

Sam offered him a lopsided grin and shot the blonde a wink. “I know it, what would you do without me oldman.”

Steve laughed and rushed down to his office, a room rarely used anymore, to find the cufflinks on a small glass nick nack tray Peter had given him and sighed in relief as he fastened them on, now all he had to worry about was what to do with his hair. Should he slick it back neatly? Let it be a little messy? Run his hands through it with some pomade to give it a kind of tousled yet neat and slick look somewhere between the other ideas he had?

Prior to Steve’s intrusion Sam had been pacing around his room, two suits held in front of him as he debated between them, holding them up in front of him back and forth on repeat until he finally settled on a sharp burgundy one and pairing it with a white button up. Saying screw it to a tie since he didn't want to even fuss with that or the constricted feeling of them in such a large crowd, he did however out on some nice silver cufflinks his sister had given him years ago though he did noticed he fiddled with getting the small metal pieces just right before Steve’s interruption drew his attention from the cuffs.

Bucky seemed at a lost, why he cared so much he had no clue, he had tried on a couple suits he thought would look fine but there was always something off about it that had Bucky peeling the thing right back off unable to decide if he wanted to keep a rugged look or seem a bit more polished tonight, he had been staring at himself in the mirror for who knows how long, he had struggled to decide on a belt of all things. He kept it simple with black slacks, he could pair any of his shirts and blazers with them and had finally settled on a plain black leather belt with gold hardware but on the subjects of shirts he was absolutely lost on what to wear. In an act of desperation he dug into the pack of his closet towards things he really never wore and ended up forgetting lived, thankfully him forgetting things that got put back there paid off when he found a black and gold corset style vest hung up; the thing was completely black with gold piping and boning, it reminded him of his arm and that was probably why he owned it but he didn’t remember when he got it or if someone had given it to him, he paired it with a simple black undershirt. He slipped into the small attached bathroom and pulled his hair half up, a thing both Steve and Sam had done at some point while playing with his hair.

None of the men had really realized just how long they had taken piecing themselves together to perfection until Friday was practically yelling at them to get their asses downstairs to the pack living room, the team had been waiting long enough for them that Nat and Clint had already left to go get their friend. They all awkwardly piled into the elevator making small compliments about how the others looked, figuring they were due for off-handed comments from the rest of the pack when they made it to the main room it was best to get the nice compliments between eachother out of the way.

Once the elevator dinged the three men shuffled out into the staring crowd awkwardly. The team was gathered in the common room with everyone looking sharp and collected in their party outfits, the room was abuzz with anticipation and excitement. Tony was leaned against the back of the couch in a red, gold, and white tux with a bowtie that mimicked his iron man suit; as the three alphas joined the small group of people he offered them a teasing raised brow and a smirk before he clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright everyone, listen up please.” Tony began, “First of all,thanks for making an effort to look good tonight. You all clean up well though I am a bit concerned with the Shield cufflinks there Steve, a bit on the branding nose there, don’t you think?”

Steve rolled his eyes but offered the shorter Omega a grin. “They were a gift from Buck, I like them.”

“A gift, sure.” Tony joked back, “but try not to overwhelm anyone with your patriotism yeah?”

Steve rolled his eyes and the room chuckled, the light banter easing any lingering nerves. Tony’s eyes swept over the team, landing on Sam and Bucky, who were both standing close to Steve but looking more anxious than normal. He knew neither male was a big crowd person so they were normally anxious with parties and gatherings but this was unusual even for them.

“Now here's the thing,” Tony continued, his tone shifting to something more playful yet stern. “We have a special guest tonight-Nat and Clint’s friend, you’ll notice they have left ahead of us to go and get her. I’m sure you’re all very excited to meet her as a possible new member to our team and pack. And by ‘you’re all’ I specifically mean you three.” He shot a pointed glance at Steve, Bucky, and Sam. “You three have been acting like nervous highschoolers before prom.”

Sam opened his mouth to protest but Tony held up a finger. “Uh-uh.” He tutted. “Don’t even try to deny it. You three took exceptionally long to get ready, Friday said all three of you were fussing over your suits and hair longer than I do. You’re all acting like you have something to prove, or something you’re showing off for.”

Bucky crossed his arms, a mix between a frown and a pout on his face. “You told us to make a good impression.”

Tony’s smirk widened. “Since when do you listen to me? But on another note: Exactly! I wanted to remind you all- especially you three- to keep it cool tonight. We are here to have a good time and relax, not to scare the poor girl away.”

He paused, letting his words sink in for a minute before continuing with a more serious tone. “Look, I’ve seen her file, and trust me, she’s got some serious skills. If she likes the pack and we like her, I’d actually like to keep her around. So, on that note, no weird behavior, no intense staredowns, and definitely no overprotective Alpha nonsense tonight. Capisce?”

Steve, Sam, and Bucky exchanged looks between each other, each of them a little more self-aware now as Tony called out their tendencies. Steve finally nodded, a small smile tugging at his face as he covered Sam’s mouth who he could feel asking Tony why it was directed at them more so than the rest of the pack. “We’ll behave Tony. Just for you.”

“Good, because I’d hate to see her run for the hills before dessert is even served and before I get to do my big speech tonight.” Tony chuckled, his tone back to its playful lilt. “Now, let’s get out there and show everyone why I throw the best parties and why the Avengers are the best pack. We have a 30 minute drive ahead of us. Separate into your limo buddies.”

With that, Tony gave them all an approving nod and led the way to the elevator with Pepper on his arm. The team followed, the atmosphere not as charged with nerves with Tony’s words lingering in the back of their minds.

Tony had booked a conference hall in the middle of New York, a 30 minute drive from the Avenger’s compound, that was packed to the brim with guests inside and paparazzi outside. Tony and Pepper were the last ones out of the limos right after Steve, Sam, and Bucky who all tried their best to give the cameras what they were looking for but rushed through so Buck wasn’t in the camera sights too long and the paparazzi could get to the star attraction already.

Inside the room was packed and Steve could have sworn he had seen Hank McCoy talking to Charles Xavier since both men were friends of Tony’s as respected scientists and inventors like he was. The three were tense as they scanned the crowds, almost like they were looking for someone else but Bucky beelined it towards the drink table; not that it would affect him but having something in his hand to fidget with even if he got separated from his mates alleviated some of social anxiety. Sam and Steve are hot on his tail, picking up their own drinks when all three of them get bombarded by some interviewer to comment on same designation relationships, Steve manages to corral the conversation mostly towards himself since Bucky hated being interviewed and Sam didn’t like being put on the spot about this kind of thing; but just as he started commenting on a rather invasive question the attention of the entire crowd was pulled towards the entrance.

Arriving 10 to 15 minutes after the group was Natasha, Clint, and their Omega friend; Nat and CLint flanking her like protective guard dogs as she strolls between them with a graceful confidence that has all three men mesmerized. Dressed in a simply stunning backless of the shoulder draped sleeves, black silk gown that glittered under the lowlights, making her seem practically ethereal to the three alphas.

Tony slides up beside Steve with a knowing smirk as he pours a bit of a drink for himself as he reminds them: “No weird Alpha behavior.” before slipping away back towards Pepper.

The three tensed, at the immediate overwhelming scent like that of fresh snow, vanilla, and sweet juniper berries; their instaints screamed at them and Steve's heart was in his throat, Bucky shifted closer to the other two males to fight off the urge to immediately glue himself to her side, and Sam was in some of the worst shape between the three of them if the heat flooding to his face and his complete freeze up was any indication, glances between all three of them were exchanged to make sure the others are just as affected as themselves and when Steve clears his throat all three of them equally heated in the face hide behind taking a drink.

The room that was frozen lights up with an energetic buzz, the interviewer from earlier scampering off to figure out what the story is about this new girl who was escorted by two avengers. Steve and Bucky are able to pick up on some guests conversations as they whisper between each other and interviewers trying to get the threes attention, with wonders of who she was, what her role was with the grand pack, if she was a new member, why they hadn’t seen her before, etc; it exhausted them to hear the barrage of questions and they could only wonder how she didn’t already seem exhausted by it.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky try to distract themselves from her lingering presence, all parting ways to talk with someone they knew, even if that meant Bucky was in the corner talking to Wanda and Vision just trying to stay hidden, Sam was off talking to Rhodey the two had bonded over war stories, and Steve was talking to another Alpha both males were familiar with, Sharon Carter, congratulating her on her recent bonding with Maria Hill.

Sam can hardly focus on the details of what Rhodey is saying, something about how he was bunkered down on one of his tours, and it bothers him when he realizes the entire reason he is distracted from the conversation is that scent.

Rhodey touches his shoulder softly as he fidgets with his glass, a blank stare as he nodded along to whatever the other man was saying. “You okay Sam? You seem a bit out of it, did I say something that brought back something?”

Sam shook his head and sighed. “No it's not you Rhodes, does anything scent wise smell off around here to you? Like one stronger than the others?”

Rhodey sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring before he shook his head. “No, not particularly, there's too many scents to really pinpoint one unless I was trying to find my mates, why?”

SAm shifted from one foot to the other. “Have you ever had one scent stand out to you so strongly that it haunts you even in your sleep?”

Rhodey gave him a confused look. “Only my wife’s. Why? Steve and Bucky’s scents are a bit too strong in your sleep or something?”

“No,” Sam shrugged exasperatedly. “Nat and Clint brought their friend tonight, the one who is supposed to be joining the team right?”

Rhodey nodded trying to understand the other man’s meaning. “Well they came in with her scent on them the other day and it's been in my face since then, I barely slept last night man.”

Rhodey raised a brow and smirked. “Think ses your mate? That’s a pretty common thing for true mates.”

Sam shook his head. “No I already have two, three would just be absurd.”

“Would it? For the exact same reasons you just said.” Rhodey shrugged, taking a sip of his own drink. “ You already have two, would it really be that crazy for a third?”

“You are not helping the case here man.” Sam huffed, taking another swig from the cup in his hands.

Though he let his eyes wander as Rhodey laughed, finding her nestled between Natasha and Clint talking with Bruce and eagerly shaking his hand. If it was bothering him like this and Rhodey had suggested the same thing Steve had, was it really that absurd the three men might have a third mate out there somewhere, that it might be her?

Wanda was anxiously yapping away, Vision was trying to calm her but Bucky found it endearing that she was just as uncomfortable in social situations as he was and was trying to calm both of their nerves.

“What do you think of her from here?” Wanda asked, slotting herself between Vision and Bucky.

The three watching her as Tony made himself the first to greet her, Bruce joining them quickly happy to see Natasha again and shaking the other two omega’s hands. Bucky’s hand flexed around the glass, involuntarily, though he's aware that noise of the glass straining is an indicator of his tension and he is quick to swap out which hand is holding onto the drink.

“She seems nice, though she seems to definitely have a presence.” Bucky mutters as he takes a drink.

“You think so?” Wanda asks with furrowed brows and a tilted head.

“If I may put in my two cents, I believe that is only because of the fact the crowds weren’t expecting her and we were.” Vision chimed in, happy to be included.

“No,” Bucky scowled, “that’s not it, cause the attention on her is dying down and she's already been rushed off to meet Pepper, and I guess see Clint’s wife and kids again with how Lila threw her arms around her neck. You could still find her in the crowd without trying, I guess I don’t get how she's good at spy work when she can hold the room's attention like that.” He grumbled watching the new omega squat down to hug Lila before moving over to see Nathaniel with a smile on her face as she cooed at babe in a small baby tux.

Wanda stepped in front of him, a smug smile on her face and her arms crossed. “I think its just you buddy, no one else in the crowd is staring her down as intently as you are. Maybe Steve and Sam but their looks are fleeting. You sir are enraptured, bewitched, enthralled. Vis what are other words quick!”

“Uh, captivated, enamored, hooked, attra-” Vision started before Bucky interrupted.

“Okay I get it.” He grumbled into another drink.

“Soooo?” Wanda looked up at him expectantly.

“So, what?” Bucky asked, confused.

“Why are you staring her down so intently, what about her has you so worked up?” Wanda asked excitedly.

“It’s nothing.” He muttered, trying to find Steve in the crowd.

“Well seeing as how you, Steve, and Sam have all been acting weird I know something’s going on, spill.” She sighed looking up at him expectantly.

Bucky shot her a look that said drop it but only made her smile and her eyes widen.

“Oh my god,” She started.

“No!” Bucky interjected.

“What?” Vision asked.

Wandas eyes darted between the new Omega and Bucky like she had pieced something together. “You think-”

“No! Nonononono. No.” Bucky interrupted, attempting to shut down the topic.

She turned to vision, stepping out of Bucky's reach. “He thinks she’s their mate.”

“Oh! Well that is very pleasant but you haven’t even met her yet, may I ask what it is that makes you believe so?” Vision looked down at his little excited Omega, who was practically vibrating in her place, an amused look on his face before looking back up to Bucky with an interested look on his face.

“I don’t, for that exact reason, but Steve does.” Bucky grumbled, knowing he was stuck in the conversation now.

“Well then let me rephrase that, why does Stece believe that to be the case?” Vision corrected himself.

“Her scent was lingering on Natasha and Barton last night, but it was strong enough none of you seemed affected but all of us barely got any sleep cause it followed us into our sleep.” He mumbled, finding Steve still talking to the two females.

“And you aren’t convinced why?” Both of the mated pair at his side asked him in tandem.

“We haven’t met her in person one, and two is even if she’s Sam and Steve’s mate that would mean she's mine and I don’t deserve an Omega. I’ve hurt enough of them in my time as the Winter Soldier.” He sighed, he was still getting used to opening up to the pack.

“Then, if she is, make up for it.” Wanda gave him a pointed look. “But you won’t know unless you go talk to her. Go on.”

“Maybe.” He mumbled not liking getting called out by Wanda.

“Alphas.” Wanda sighed.

Steve was off. His entire composure was dangling by a string, he was hardly holding it together and it bothered him; he was trying to focus on the two women he called friends in front of them. He nodded along with a smile, chirping back an appropriate remark when it was necessary with his usual charm and speed; but as time went on he found himself floundering, taking longer than usual to find a word or make a remark, his entire being was just thrown off. He smiled, though it was a closed off one, unlike his usual smiles, and he clenched his jaw at how bothered the vanilla in the air made him; he had purposely put his back to her while talking to the other two women to try and ease his distraction because he really did want to congratulate the two, but in reality he felt it almost made the entire situation worse because of how one part of his brain seemed completely distracted on where she was and if she was okay.

He didn’t need the two women in front of him catching onto what was going on, he knew, he just hoped his two mates were coming to the same conclusion. Oh, how he was thankful when he had to dismiss himself from Sharon and Maria at Tony’s beckon, giving the couple a final congratulations as he stepped away and turned to see Tony looking down at the Omega with a hand on her back as he led her towards the primary group of Avengers.

“Duty calls ladies, again ladies congratulations.” Steve waved himself off, hurrying to find his spot between Sam and Bucky who both seemed just as off as he was feeling.

Tony begins to introduce her before he stops, “What am I doing, I am being so rude, my apologies im sure you want to introduce yourself.”

She smiled, and chuckled, and her eyes glittered in the low light, and Steve felt like he could have melted right there, with how her voice sounded like heaven to him. Sam and Bucky tensed either side of him and he knew they were in the same boat as him, and he could have sworn the sudden wave of protectiveness he felt over all three of them was enough to knock him off his feet but he was still standing.

“Right obviously you know me, Nat, Clint, Pepper, and Bruce but the rest of these guys are the rest of the team and occasional allies depending on the situation. Rhodey a good friend of mine like a brother to me, Scott and his girlfriend Hope two of our bug people and yes we have more, Thor and his girlfriend Jane, T’Challa I think you two would get along with the whole cat motif thing, Wanda and her mate Vision, Carol she stops by occasionally, the kid is Peter our other bug person but ultimately the coolest bug we have,” Tony begins introducing everyone with banter to make everyone laugh as she shakes hands with everyone.

“And these three brooding men are Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Don't worry they aren’t as scary as they seem, despite the staring thing they have been doing all night, I’m sure you felt their eyes on you.” Tony teased and she chuckled, Steve straightened himself out and stepped forward to shake her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, miss. Steve-” He started, and his heart just about jumped out of his chest.

“I know who you are Cap, you don’t have to go out of your way to give the whole spiel, the pleasures all mine.” She offered him a smile back and the electricity he felt between them was enough for his confirmation.

The slightest dilation of her eyes, told him she had felt it too, it wouldn’t have been enough for anyone else to pick up on but he could have gotten lost in her eyes almost immediately so he had picked up on it.

“Let me introduce my true mates then, although I'm sure you know them too since they are also Avengers.” Steve was floundering and he wanted to punch himself in the face so he would shut up.

She nodded and Bucky and Sam stepped up, each male offering him a small touch to his back or sides. Steve pulled his hand away from hers and gestured to each man as he introduced them.

“James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, my first mate.” Steve started, and Bucky shot him a worried look out of the corner of his eyes at being the first one to be introduced, in all honesty Steve needed to see Bucky react to the inevitable that was there.

“Pleasure to meet you doll.” He forced a small smile on his face as he shook her hand, and Steve’s eyes traced how Bucky’s grip tightened slightly and how his throat bobbed as he swallowed, taking that as the indicator Bucky had also felt the small jolt.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Natasha and Clint, they both said you were an amazing fighter, I look forward to maybe sparring with you one day.” She smiled at him and he felt like he stopped breathing all together.

“I’d like that doll.” Bucky nodded, passing her off to Sam so he could catch his breath from the constant static of energy between their hands.

“Sam Wilson, pleasure is all mine sweetheart.” Sam winked, shaking her hand, flirting being his go to in situations like this.

She chuckled softly at his flirty comment and shook her head. “Flirting in front of your mates is bad practice Mr.Wilson.”

“I can get them to flirt with you too if you’d like that.” He teased back, trying to not lose his cool as his whole body felt charged with energy, all exhaustion from earlier leaving his being.

“You are terrible Mr.Wilson.” She laughed.

“Sam is fine, hon, no formalities required.” He felt like he was losing it standing here, any longer and he would be practically vibrating in his spot.

Thankfully Steve pulled the conversation back to him and Sam could breathe again, shooting Bucky a concerned look who looked floored and stunned.

“Let’s grab some drinks Buck.” He offered, and Bucky nodded quickly.

“Yeah, I’m just about out, could use a top off.” Bucky agreed joining Sam’s side as they scampered off towards one of the refreshment tables.

“Nat and Clint speak highly of you, how did you three grow to be so close?” Steve asked me, his blue eyes made it seem like he was actually interested in what I had to say but in truth he had kept glancing my way all night making sure his back was to me, it felt like he didn't really like my presence being there.

“We were put on several missions together, Clint and I joined at the same time, and I’m sure you've heard of what happened in Budapest though all three of us say different things happened there.” I smiled and nodded just trying to get through the conversation.

I liked the rest of the team, I really did but the three mated alphas had been glaring or staring me down almost all night, like they were uneasy about me. Earlier Bucky seemed like he was uneasy to even touch me and Sam seemed like he was ready to get as far away from me as possible despite the fake flirting.

“I don’t want it to seem like I’m interviewing you or anything because that is not the case, just curious to get to know you, but uh, Natasha mentioned you were …enhanced, what kind of abilities did you ��inherit, manifest… Is that a better word?” Steve stumbled; he wasn't good at the enhanced and mutant politics or how to address things when it came to that, even with Wanda.

“You can call me what I am Mr.Rodgers, Yes I am a mutant. It manifested when I was about eight or nine, uh, I have heightened reflexes, I always land on my feet, can withstand extreme colds, and I can walk almost completely silently which makes me good at stealth. My hero or code name or whatever you want to call it was a nickname from Fury I just kept.” I laughed awkwardly, I never liked putting my mutation front and center especially since I tend to blend in with other humans perfectly fine it wasn’t something I felt I needed to push or lead with.

“Apologies if I overstepped there, it's new to me.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck like he was honestly unsure of how he should have addressed it.

“You didn't, I'm just not someone who is normally very forward with the fact I have a mutation.” I smiled back trying to relieve him of some awkwardness.

“What do you do for hobbies? Any interests, a training regiment? How do you unwind?” Steve asked, changing the topic quickly.

She smiled and answered but Steve wanted to beat himself up for how uncomfortable he had probably made her asking about her mutation, it honestly intrigued him but he just didn’t know how he was supposed to address things like that. Though the two are quickly separated as Nat shoots him a look, sweeping her back into the festivities.

As the evening progressed Steve couldn't help but to keep tabs on where Nat had swept her off to next, always introducing her to someone else, he settled at a table with Sam and Bucky, not wanting to mention it too much when he noticed both males also keeping tabs on her. As much as they were trying to stay discrete Natasha’s warning gaze had them shrinking back into their chairs like scorned pups, though the second their eyes darted away Natasha had smugly smirked to herself. They thought they were being subtle, she chuckled to herself at their antics.

“Hmm? Everything okay Tasha?” The voice drew her out of her thoughts and looked down at her close friend who had been enthusiastically talking to Bruce about some science thing she wasn’t paying attention to.

“Yeah, everything’s okay, just thought of a funny joke.” Natasha waved it off, but shared a smug knowing look with Clint who was holding Nathaniel on his hip.

The red head took two slices of cake off the table and handed one to her, and one to Bruce, before grabbing her own and taking a bite from her own slice as she ushered them over to where Clint and his family were.

As the night drew to a close and the party was beginning to wind down, Tony called everyone over to the small stage to give his normal yearly speech. The avengers all turned their attention to him with smiles on their faces, he adjusted the mic to his height and set his champagne glass on the edge of a glass table beside him. The guests quieted as he cleared his throat, all eyes on the man of the hour.

“Alright, alright, you all know what time it is, the moment where I come up here and blabber about how great I am and all that, but if I could just have everyone’s attention for just a few minutes, I promise this time its not as self-centered.” Tony started, flashing his trademark grin. “First of all, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight. It’s not everyday a guy turns… lets just say another year wiser, alright?” The crowd chuckled and Tony’s grin widened. “But seriously, it means a lot to have all of you here-friends, allies, fans, and of course the best team a guy could ask for, even if we but heads a majority of the time.”

Tony’s gaze shifted to the team, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “You know, when I look back at everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve faced, it still amazes me that we’ve come through it all stronger than before. The battles we’ve fought in, saved the world more times than you could count on your fingers, and somehow we’ve managed to keep our sanity. Well, most of us anyways.” He winked towards the team, earning a few more laughs from the crowd.

“In all seriousness though, I couldn’t have done any of it by myself, without you guys. Steve, Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and everyone who has been a part of this crazy ride; you’re not just teammates, you’re family.” He nodded towards them with a smile on his face.

There was a brief pause as Tony looked down his glasses, his voice softening. “And then there’s Pepper.” His eyes found hers in the crowd, a sparkle in them and the complete adoration in her gaze left him feeling like the only man in the world. “Pep, you’ve been my rock, my voice of reason, and quite frankly the only reason I’m still standing here today. You’ve put up with more than anyone should ever have to, and you’ve done it with more grace and strength than I ever could. So I’m dedicating tonight to you and to all all the amazing things you’ve done, not just for me but for all of us.”

Pepper smiled, her eyes glistening with welling tears, and Tony raised his glass slightly in her direction. “Here’s to you Love, and to many more years of driving you absolutely insane.”

The room erupted in applause and cheers, Tony took a moment to let the noise die down before continuing. “Now, before we wrap things up, there’s one more thing I want to share. You all know we’ve been through a lot as a team and a pack, I’d like to think we’ve grown stronger because of it. Well tonight I’m excited to announce that we’re about to grow a little stronger.”

Tony’s tone shifted to one of pride as he continued, “ We’ve got a new member joining our ranks. Someone who’s proven herself time and time again; who has the skills, the guts, and the heart to be one of us. Natasha and Clint already know her well, and after tonight I think it’s safe to say the rest of us are starting to see why they trust her so much.”

He paused for effect, then smiled warmly. “Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the newest member of the Avengers, Lynx.”

The room filled with applause as Tony turned to beckon her on stage. “Come on up here, don’t be shy, you're part of the family now.”

Bucky, Steve, and Sam watched the way her hips swayed in that dress as she climbed the stairs into Tony’s awaiting outstretched hand.

“We’re thrilled to have you with us,” His voice carried a genuine note of welcome. “We can’t wait to work with you and see what you’ll do next. So here’s to the future, to the newest member of our absolutely terribly dysfunctional family, and a thank you to Fury for giving into my birthday wish. Welcome to the team.”

The applause grew louder and Tony raised his glass one final time. “To Pepper, the Avengers, and of course: Me!” He declared, and the room echoed the toast.

Tony moved to set his glass back onto the table without looking, the room seemed to freeze as the glass started falling off the small side table; Steve about to rush forward before the glass inevitably broke and cut her as it shattered with her open toed wedge heels, but before Steve could even move she had the glass in her hands and not a drop split as she sat the glass back onto the center of the table.

Tony’s eyes widened before he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, she simply smiled back at him as she turned to retreat back down the stairs. “Reflexes, they come in handy.”

The small action had Steve, Bucky, and Sam frozen on the spot, they knew Tony had read her file and said she would be useful but those reflexes had kicked in faster than either of the supersoldiers had. She climbed down the stairs to the waiting Natasha and Clint who patted her on her back, a small smile on her face as she tried to downplay the almost accident. She could feel the sets of eyes on her back and looked over her shoulder to be met with the three alphas staring her down, she shifted and busied herself with the conversation around her.

Steve wanted to punch himself in the face for the way she seemed to shrink in their gaze, making herself smaller between the Barton’s and Natasha; but at the same time knowing him and his mates affected her as much as she affected them almost made him pride himself, then a second later he was beating himself up for thinking like a stereotypical alpha that he tried not to be.

Bucky was impressed, Steve had been the only person he had ever seen move that quickly aside from himself, and he found himself wondering how those reflexes would correlate to other areas like sparring, or sparring. He wouldn’t let himself admit he was already thinking of having her in bed like he did with his other mates on the days regular sparring didn’t take that edge off and he needed a little bit more to keep his nerves balanced.

Sam was in the same boat as the other two but thinking less with his dick and more of how attractive she was in general and how impressive her brief show of skills had be, he could only imagine how she would move and fight on the actual battlefield; he reckoned that since she was a stealth master more so than Natasha or Clint were she adapted based on the circumstances, he would've put money on a bet that in their time at SHIELD the three probably had made their own bets on trying to beat her in stealth drills only to lose every time.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam retreated to a corner with their tails between their legs. The crowd began to filter out slowly, Steve had begun to talk but it was Bucky who had interrupted him. “We need to talk about this later, clearly we are all being affected by this and we need to straighten this all out.”

The other two nodded in agreement, watching as Tony talked with the alluring female across the conference hall, fighting to take their eyes off her. The rest of the avengers were all regrouping after a little bit of last minute partying that resulted in Natasha being a little too lovey dovey with Bruce and all of Clint’s kids being asleep.

They were so deep in thought they didn’t hear Pepper walk up behind them or even start talking to them. “...to leave? Hey? You three even listening? No, no you are not.” She sighed before clapping between them, startling all three Alphas to attention. “Quit being star-struck by an Omega you have barely met and maybe pay attention. I asked if you three were ready to go? We are getting ready to leave. Please, have your heads on straight, shes coming back to the tower for the night since her apartment is 45 minutes from here instead of 30 minutes from here.”

The boys all scrambled to agree and within the next 15 or so minutes they were squeezing into the back of a vehicle, the other members of their team squeezing into their own.

Steve popped his neck and stretched out in the vehicle as much as he could. “We really need to figure out why this is affecting us so much. When she touched my hand earlier it felt like static electricity.”

Sam nodded. “I felt that too but it was more like my entire body was wired with electricity despite how exhausted I was.”

Bucky growled under his breath, looking out the window at the passing lights. “It’s just ‘cause she’s new and mysterious and is being brought into the pack.”

SAm made a noise in disagreement. “You know that's not what this is Buck, I saw how affected you got especially when we went over to get drinks. You were staring out into space like you were lost in your head again. Whatever this is, it's different than just new, it's way more intense. Admit it Buck you felt something too.”

Bucky shot him a side long glare. “Okay fine, there was a tiny jolt, but not anything like you two were describing.”

Steve tried to diffuse the situation. “Whatever it is we have time to figure it out, it's not like we are in a rush. Whatever is leaving us all so tense and curious will take time to figure out until we get used to her being around and as a member of the pack we wont know if it is just cause she’s new or not. We keep an eye on her till she's used to everything and be there if she needs anything. I don’t want her thinking we don't like her or don’t want her on the team or in the pack.”

Bucky grumbled an agreement and Sam nodded, most of the cars were already here, Thor and Jane were the car ahead of them, and he was helping her out. By the number of cars pulling down into the parking garage there was only one car besides their’s missing from the fleet; probably Tony and Pepper since she had to finish arranging everything with the cleaning crew. The three trudged into the building, exhaustion finally settling into their bones and after shrugging off their party clothes all crashed into the large bed together.

On another floor Clint had escorted Lynx to her guest room on the main team communal floor of the tower. “I’ll be right back, let me go put Nathaniel down and grab Nat, Nat said she put some clothes in here for you earlier.”

“Kay, I’m gonna change then hurry back. I know you and Nat want all the gossip and know of what went on tonight.” SHe had smiled to Clint who nodded and rushed off.

I found the clothes Natasha had left for me folded neatly in the bathroom with a hairbrush and bathroom essentials, I changed into the pj set Nat loaned me: a silk set every member of the team probably had because it had little chibi versions of all the members on it and an old Shield training shirt. I brushed my teeth and my hair out, rinsing my mouth out with the sink water just as a knock sounded from the door.

I dried my mouth quickly before rushing over to open the door, a slightly tipsy Natasha leaning against the door frame and an amused Clint with his arms full of extra blankets off to the side of her.

“Hey! Get in here!” I stepped to the side and Natasha immediately threw herself onto the bed. Clint tossed the blankets onto the empty dresser before sitting down in an accent chair.

“Spill! I gotta know what happened when You weren't beside me or Clint.” Natasha mused, fixing a pillow under her chin. “What do you think of the team? How do you think the night went?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, I don’t think Steve, Sam, and Bucky like me that much. Steve seemed really unsure, and Sam while he was flirting it seemed he wanted out of the conversation as fast as possible, and all Bucky did was grumble and stare at me really. I mean I shook his hand and talked with him a little bit but he rushed off with Sam.”

Nat smiled like she knew something no one else did. “Ehhhh, don’t think a thing of it, they like you don’t worry. Bucky wouldn’t have talked with you at all if he didn’t like you in the slightest. And Sam may be a flirt but he never rushes off unless hes actually meaning his compliments, and as for Steve you somehow managed to get under his facade and made him slip up. They like you don’t worry.”

“If you say so, They just seemed to be keeping me in their sights like they were afraid I was gonna turn on someone all night.” I sighed, and Nat ruffled my hair.

“I mean it, they might be acting weird right now just because you are a new person, give it a few days hon, and it’ll be all normal.” Nat pointed out.

“How do you think it went with the rest of the team?” Clint questioned.

“I think it went okay, I liked Wanda, she seemed sweet.” I answered quickly.

“She’s excited to have another Omega around I bet. The Alphas outnumber the Omegas on this team. And seeing as the only other ones here regularly are Tony and Bruce, both of which are males, I think she's happy to have another female Omega around regularly.” Nat slurred slightly, but her point made sense.

“From what I could tell, it seemed like everyone on the team liked you, it seemed like you left everyone with good impressions.” Clint offered.

“You think so?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think so. The fact Bucky even talked to you is a sign of that.” Natasha had her eyes closed on the pillow, her words coming out slowly as she started to drift off.

“I better get her back up to Bruce before she passes out, Have a good night snowflake.” Clint stood. “Oh those blankets are for you, I grabbed them from the storeroom for you since I know Omegas are big on comfort. Feel free to keep them for when you move in.”

He helped Nat up from the bed and the two made their way back to the door. “Thank you Clint, have a good night, you too Tasha.” I smiled at them.

Natasha waved drowsily back. “Night Snow. Sleep well, see you in the morning.”

“Night,” Clint waved back as he closed the door behind him.

I stood and locked the door, picking up the blankets Clint had brought for me and began making a small temporary nest with them so I could get some decent sleep. My nerves were still going haywire at the thought of the three alphas having their eyes constantly on me, I honestly didn’t know how I had made it through the night with the constant heat under my skin at their gaze. I plugged in my phone and finally curled up in the nest of blankets, hopefully tomorrow wouldn’t feel as tense. I watched a few videos on my phone before I ended up falling asleep, thoughts of the three Alphas and their scents following me into my sleep.

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stucky x reader, where reader didn't present at a certain age so she lived most of her adult life with no designation, alpha stucky who could be mated alr, accept her into their small pack regardless and are v protective of her. One day though, during their mission she suddenly gets her heat; and not a bearable one, like heat heat. And she just smells so good and irresistible which drove the alpha's absolutely feral.

ps. i love your writing!!💗😍

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Pairing: alpha!stucky x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) p in v, fingering, canon level violence, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: I had most of this written a while ago and idk why I never posted it but it’s here now. I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I love receiving requests for one shots or dribbles so please feel free I promise that I am working on them they help when I get stuck on other things

Never having presented the way all of your classmates, friends and family had made you an outcast. Did it hurt to be rejected by your family for not presenting? Yes but it didn’t stop you from achieving your goals. It’s how you entered Shield and became an agent. Your lack of scent was an advantage over the people you were fighting, with no alpha, beta or omega needs to tend to you easily became one of the best agents. It’s how you ended up working with the Avengers.

It’s also how you met them, Steve and Bucky the mated alphas. At first you had been extremely intimidated by them and anytime you had to interact with them you referred to them by their ranks. Little by little they showed you they were big softies. It’s how courting gifts started, your favorite coffee on your desk in the morning, a book you had mentioned delivered to your room. It was all so sweet but you had to tell them you didn’t have a designation and you didn’t want to lead them on if they wanted an omega.

“What if we just want you? We don’t care about designations.” Bucky asked as he held your hand.

“Me?”

“Mmhmm, we want you sweetheart.” Steve says as he stands behind you, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear.

“Even though I don’t have a designation?” It was almost too good to be true. The most desirable alphas wanted you, with or without designation. The thought of being theirs and them being yours made you shudder.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you.” Bucky says confidently but hopeful. “What do you say?”

A smile appears on your lips as you nod.

“We need you to use your words Sweetheart.”

“Yes. I-I would like to be with you.” Steve turns you around and immediately connects his lips to yours as a small but deep growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He doesn’t get a chance to deepen it as Bucky pulls you away and begins to kiss you.

You having no designation didn’t stop them from continuing to court you. In the short three months you had been with them they always had small gifts for you when they came back from missions or they took you out on dates. Steve and Bucky never made you feel less than for never having presented. On the contrary they were very protective and anyone who even dared to make a comment about you had to deal with them. The super soldiers were caring, protective and sweet which made you fall fast, this was the first time in a long time in which you wanted to have a designation so that they could claim you properly.

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You loved going on missions with Steve and Bucky, it was always amazing to see them working. Sure they went toe to toe with other alphas but nothing compared to the Super Soldiers. This mission you were headed to was supposed to be easy. Bucky was supposed to set up with his sniper rifle not too far away, while you and Steve headed inside. Your job was to extract information from the servers after you, but mostly Steve, cleared the building.

Since starting as an agent you were always confident in your abilities but you knew there was something off today. You felt warmer than usual and your body ached, not to mention that whenever Steve or Bucky so much as walked by you wanted to pounce on them. Their scents were driving you crazy and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together to try and get any type of relief. This didn’t go unnoticed by the alphas, they weren’t sure what was going on but they kept a close eye on you during the flight.

The mission was going off without a hitch for the most part. Steve cleared the building while you got to work on the servers. It was easy and if you hadn’t been preoccupied with the shooting pain that spread low in your belly you would have considered that it was way too easy. A whine escapes your lips as you try to focus on the task at hand before a growl gets your attention. It sends shivers up and down your spine and the bitter scent that hits you is just as unpleasant.

“Well what do we have here? I see they left me something to play with.” his lips turned into a wicked grin.

You put your hand up to your earpiece. “Alphas” is all you manage to say before the one before you lunges towards you and pins you down.

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Bucky had made his way down to the building from his position at Steve’s request. The building had been cleared and he had left you to do your part. They were both well aware that it was too easy to get into the building, it had minimal security considering the information it housed. Steve preferred to have Bucky close in case there were more issues especially if he considered that you were behaving a little out of character. They both had agreed on that and the fact that if they didn’t know you didn’t have a designation it felt like you had a scent. One that was sure to send them into their ruts if it had been stronger. Steve and Bucky were doing one more sweep of a lower level when they heard it. A faint growl but enough to make them turn back around and when they heard your voice through comms calling them alpha they nearly lost it. You had never referred to them by their designation.

By the time they get up two floors to your location the scent in the air hits them. It was intoxicating but laced with fear and both super soldiers knew they had to act fast. When they got to the hallway where the room you were in they felt pure rage. The door had been ripped off its hinges and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. But as they got to the room they only found your ear piece and a dead alpha on the floor. Their enhanced hearing alerted them to movement further down the hall and close to the stairwell.

They split up with Steve following the footsteps and Bucky trying to find you. At any other moment they would be calm and focused but you were in trouble and the men that had promised to keep you safe would stop at nothing to do so.

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“Y/N.” he says with his voice lowered so as to not scare you. His scent reaches you and you relax slightly. Bucky found you in a room hidden away from the others that Steve was following.

“Alpha, it hurts.” you whine from your spot in the corner of the room.

“I know, doll but I’m here. I’ll help you.” he coos as he finally gets closer to you. He’s fighting his instincts to claim you right on the spot, the sweet scent made stronger by your heat is driving him crazy. Instead Bucky focuses on using his own scent to soothe you.

As soon as he is crouching in front of you, you launch yourself into his arms. Bucky holds you close as he tries to find any injuries. The only thing he finds is a rip on your uniform and he’s furious, if the alpha wasn’t dead already he would have ripped his head off. But then Bucky feels the tip of your nose brush up against his mating gland and up his neck and he shudders.

“Omega.” When Bucky pulls back his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen and completely full of lust.

“Is everything ok?” Steve’s voice comes through the comms.

“Kind of. She isn’t hurt but she’s starting her heat, we have to get her out of here.”

“Meet me at the entrance. The jet isn’t too far and- fuck. Bucky you have to move her to a safer room. We have more guards coming in.”

“Fuck. Ok, moving now.” Bucky scoops you up and rushes out of the room trying to ignore the way you keep nipping and licking at his neck. He moves quickly until he finds a room he deems safe enough for you. He listens for footsteps on the other side of the door after setting you down on the table, at least he doesn’t have to worry about a sniper since there aren’t any windows.

“Bucky, what’s happening to me?”

“Doll, you’re presenting. You’re an omega.”

“Your omega?” you whisper, afraid that he’ll say no.

Your question makes his breath hitch. He turns towards you, his eyes dark and lust blown.

“Mine.” he says as he walks towards you with purpose. Standing between your legs as he pulls you in for a filthy kiss. He felt you trying to undo his belt and then the button on his pants but he stops you. “We can’t doll, you aren’t safe.”

“Please, need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He says as he moves to undo your belt and pants. With every passing moment your scent got stronger and so did your heat. Bucky knew he had to do something to help.

He pops the button on your suit pant open and then lowers the zipper, slowly his hand makes its way between your thighs. Running his fingers through your fold he groans at how wet you are. “This all for me ‘mega. Is this for your alpha?”

“Yes, alpha please.” you moan as you feel him circle your clit slowly. Your hips move on their own accord to try and get more friction. He captures your lips with his as he starts to pick up the pace, swallowing all your moans. “More, Bucky more.”

“I got you doll.” he says as he moves from your clit down to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes two fingers in until he’s knuckles deep. You whimper at the feeling. “Look at you so greedy, gripping my fingers so tight.” Bucky begins to pick up his pace before adding another finger. He curves his fingers stroking that spot that has your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your hands gripping on to his shoulders as the knot in your belly tightens.

“That’s it doll, be a good girl for me and cum.” Bucky starts thrusting his fingers faster until he feels your walls clench and he hears you scream his name as the knot in your belly unravels. “Good girl.” he praises as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy. You whine at the loss while you rest your forehead against his chest as you try to catch your breath. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans at the taste of you, Bucky freezes before he can say anything to you. His attention is on the footsteps rushing towards your position.

The door is kicked open and Bucky goes feral as the scent of the other alphas hit him. He hears all of them inhale and their eyes are fixed on you. Bucky moves so that his large frame keeps you hidden from them.

“We just want a little taste of your omega. She smells delicious.” One of the men says as he steps into the room. Bucky orders you into the corner of the room before he starts his assault on the men that dared even look in your direction. He’s fueled by pure rage and his need as an alpha to protect his omega.

As soon as the last of the guards hit the floor Bucky fixes your uniform before grabbing you and carries you out of the room as Steve tells him it’s all clear.

They rush from the building, Steve leading the way in case anyone else tries to stop them and Bucky has you in his arms. During this whole ordeal your head is fuzzy and all you want to do is strip your clothes and be close to them, taking in their scent. Somehow during this mess you ended up on Steve’s lap, while Bucky handled getting the jet off the ground.

“Alpha.” You call out to Steve. He growls when he hears you call him by his designation. Steve would never admit it but he’s wanted to hear you say that word for a while and hearing it along with your sweet scent and the slick that is pooling in between your thighs he’s sure to go into a rut.

“Omega?”

“Please, need to feel you.”

“You want my knot, sweetheart?” he coos. All you can do is nod. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes, I want your knot.” as you shift to straddle him. Steve rips your clothes off, your inner thighs covered in slick. He lifts you slightly so that he can lower his pants and boxers enough to free his already hard cock. In one swift move Steve buries himself in your wet heat, causing both of you to moan. No matter how many times you’ve been with them it always took you a moment before you could start moving. You relish the stretch and feel of him as you begin to move, His hands around your waist to keep you steady as you grab the straps on his shoulders. Rolling your hips a couple of times you moan as he captures your lips with his. Needing more, you begin to bounce on his cock.

“So needy sweetheart.” Steve groans “take what you need omega. Just like that.”

You mewl at his words as you try to move faster. Steve’s hands move to your hips and he begins to take control as he thrusts up into you. You throw your head back unconsciously baring your neck for him. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna mark you right here.” His teeth grace the junction between your shoulder and neck right where your mating gland is. “Do you want that omega?”

“Y-yes alpha, please.” You say in your lust filled haze, your eyes half lidded and glazed over as you hold onto his shoulders straps tighter. He continues his fast pace as one hand moves from your hip to your swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation causes you to clench around Steve’s cock. Pressure begins to build between your legs, you realize it’s his knot.

“I can feel you’re so close sweetheart. Let go baby.”

His words are all you need for your orgasm to wash over you with a moan of his name, his teeth sinking into your neck. You can feel the bond come to life as he laps at the mark he made. Then you feel his knot catch as his hips start to stutter. With one final thrust Steve spills into you as his knot locks you both into place. Exhaustion creeps over you and you lay with your head on Steve’s shoulder, drifting off into sleep as you hear him praise you.

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Your eyes flutter open and taking in your surroundings you realize you’re in bed just not yours. There’s a slight ache on your neck and you feel almost guilty but you’re not sure why. When you sit up your head feels fuzzy and you groan because of your sore muscles. The sheet that had been covering falls and reveals that you're naked and you’re flooded with confusion. As you look around the room you see a water bottle on the nightstand and you grab it, drinking half of it immediately.

The door opens slowly and you cover your chest unsure of who will walk in but you only see Bucky standing at the door. He smiles at you but as his woodsy scent, mixed with Steve’s warm and comforting scent, permeates through the room a small whine bubbles up and escapes you.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in a safehouse, doll. You presented during the mission.” He tells you as he sits at the edge of the bed. Bucky is breathing heavily as he fights against his most basest instinct to mate and claim you.

Steve stands in the doorway with a tray in his hands but he doesn’t walk in. Instead he hovers around the door, guilt floods the bond. It’s a foriegn feeling to you and your hand goes to your neck as you trace the almost healed mark left there by the blonde alpha.

“Steve, are you ok?”

His smile is small, your question enough to get him to move and he places the tray on the bed opposite Bucky.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Fuzzy and hot… and really sticky.” you say and they chuckle.

“Eat first omega and then we’ll get you cleaned up ok?”

“Will you stay with me?” you mumble as you look at Steve.

“Of course.”

Steve moves to rest against the headboard and you immediately crawl on his lap. Steve and Bucky take care of you, doing exactly as they said they would, you eat a bit of the fruit that was brought in as well as some yogurt. Then Steve takes you into the shower so that you can wash up. With your new bond set in place though you want to cling to your alpha and he won’t say no to you. Even before you dated there was nothing neither him nor Bucky wouldn’t do with or for you. This moment was exactly what you needed, as you washed each other, it was intimate and comforting. You reassured Steve that you did want him to claim you and to hear you say those words lifted a weight off his shoulders and you felt relief wash over the bond. Once you were both done you headed back into the bedroom as you began to feel slick start to coat your inner thighs again.

This time Bucky would help you through it and you assured him that you also wanted him to claim you. It’s how you found yourself presenting for your alpha. A needy whine spills from your lips when you feel Bucky behind you.

“Alpha please.” you say as you look at him over your shoulder.

“It’s ok ‘mega. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Bucky takes his already hard cock and slides it through your folds. The head of his cock hits your clit and the sensation has you mewling. He groans as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You wiggle your hips once he bottoms out, needing that friction more than anything.

“Please alpha, need you.” you beg over and over until he finally starts to move.

Bucky’s pace is slow at first, he wants to feel all of you. The way you flutter around him when the angle is just right. But the moaning and begging mixed with your sweet scent are all consuming and his pace quickens. Bucky keeps you in place by gripping your hips, the area will be sore tomorrow you’re both too far gone to care.

“Feel so good omega. Like you were made for me.” He growls as he snakes an arm around your body and up to your throat.

The hold isn’t tight but it’s enough for him to pull you against his chest. You take hold of his forearm and your nails dig into his flesh as he begins to tease your clit. The coil starts to tighten again low in your belly as Bucky continues to push you further into unbridled bliss. His breath hits your cheek as he begins to whisper in your ear.

“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me? Show your alpha how good you feel?”

You nod as a strangled moan escapes you. Your head lolls to the side as pleasure takes over you. The only thing you’re aware of is Bucky claiming you just as Steve had. His hips falter for just a moment and you feel his knot swelling, locking you in place. Bucky sings sweet praises in your ear as he moves both of you into a comfortable position. You try to fight off the sleep, you want to bask in the joy of this new development but you’re too tired and the warmth Bucky provides is your undoing.

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You walked back into the tower a week later hand in hand with Steve while Bucky offered to carry your bags. Their ruts had started a few hours after your heat began and the week at the safe house was spent being tangled up with each other. At first you had been caught off guard when they said they wanted you to claim them, it was almost unheard of. But you did it and it was one of the most thrilling moments of your life.

Once the elevator opened up to the shared floor the rest of the team slowly filed out to meet you. It was a series of congratulations and hugs for the three of you. Tony had been the most excited about the new development. He was your closest friend and you had confided to him that you wish you could have presented.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy, being rejected by so many people made you doubt what your purpose was. But being in Steve and Bucky’s arms you realized you were meant to be more than just an omega. Never in your life did you imagine that not only would you become a highly important member of a team dedicated to saving people but that you could still be an omega and kickass. You were more than elated that you didn’t present until now because you found alphas that valued you for more than your heat. They gave themselves fully to you so you gave yourself fully to them. And you wouldn’t change a thing about it.

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Heat Inducing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mmimagine-40 · 4 months ago

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Pup pt.1

Alpah!Steve x Omega!Female Reader

Hello...Its been ..awhile...

But I am back! So much stuff has been since I last updated and I really wasn't sure if i'd come back. But after re reading my pup story I wanted to finally come back and finish the story and some others I didn't finish. So I am going to be republishing Pup the Alpha! Steve x Omega! reader story, redone. Its the same story just written a bit different I hope the new people enjoy and anyone who is an old reader is excited to see the story is back. Lastly I know I had many people who were tagged in this series, I didn't want to tag them all if they were no longer interested in the story. So if you are interested to be tagged so you see the update right away please let me know. And I hope you enjoy the story!

Warnings: Talk of abuse, harsh words and mistreatments, Age gap

SideNote: In this story Steve is older then the Reader. By like 8-10 ish years. (more or less read how you would like). But I wrote this as a reader who is 22 and Steve is around 30. I believe I talked about this is an ask before but I want to make it a point again. The reader is not underage. The nickname of Pup is my idea in the ABO fantasy how you would call a partner Baby. I hope that makes sense.

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Y/n’s breath came out hard and raspy. Her chest was burning and hurting a lot. Her whole body was so tired and wanted to just collapse to the floor. But she couldn't, she needed to keep pushing. Keep running. Running away from him and that house and that town. It took her months to plan and get to that alpha to let her go out with him and finally make a break for freedom. “Come on little omega, come back to your alpha.”. That voice growled out. Echoing through the woods and towards Y/n. Y/n pushed off the tree that she stopped for a sec to lean on. Pushing herself to keep going. Although no matter how much she runs or how fast she runs , she feels like she can’t get away. That he is getting closer. It was only a matter of time and he would have her back in his grip. At that point there was no telling what would happen to her. What he might do to her.

As had been running so much at a point she can’t tell him her vision is blurring from the tears that kept running down her face or from how tired her body was. But she kept on. As she did her vision got more and more blurry. The woods around her turning into only a vision of greens and drowns. She wasn’t able to make out an of the objects around her to the point that she started to trip over branches , rocks and other items covering the ground in her way. As she looked behind her to make sure he wasn’t close after all her tripping , she didn’t see the large tree root sticking out of the ground. Which she tripped over. Lodging her foot in the root. Causing her to twist her ankle and fall to the ground with a loud scream. As it left like she broke or tore something in her leg/ foot. A chuckle comes from in the woods, not too far from where she laid in pain. “Oh little omega. Did you get hurt?”, the voice said in a condescending way. “Come on omega. If you just come out now we can get you some help and then maybe your punishment won’t be so bad if you just listened.”. Y/n bit her lip hard as she drug herself behind the huge tree. Wedging herself into the little carved area of the tree. She was about 90% sure he would find her and drag her back to that hell hole. But that 10% hoped he wouldn’t that he would leave her. Even if she died out here in the woods injured and unable to get back to a town that would be better then having to spend another second next to that disgusting Alpha.

As she leaned her head back closing her eyes, she tried to take deep slow breathes. Hoping he won’t hear her harsh breathing from being out of breath and being in some much pain. As she rested her eyes a smell filled her nose. A musky smell. Not a bad over-powering one. But a nice one. One that felt warm. It felt like being wrapped in a cozy blanket in front of a fire, inside a warm cabin hiding from the harsh cold outside. The smell thats away all the pain. Not just to forget a bit about her leg but also all the pain of that other Alpha. The pains of her childhood. The Pains her father put her through. Everything disappeared as her scenes where overtaken by this smell.

As Y/n was going through this all she didn’t see that Alpha whos scent it belonged too not too far away. Who didn’t see her but stopped his work of getting fire wood as he smelled the distressed omega smell. He was about to walk closer to her when he stopped as he heard the mean and grimmis voice of another Alpha. “Omega! You're making me angry er the longer you stay out! And you know what happens when im angry!” The voice bloomed as he screamed out. The other Alpha’s eyes narrow at the alpha. Seeing him walking around looking very upset. He stood between the Alpha and where he came smell the omega. Holding him axe in hand , he cleared his voice. “Excuse me but your on private property.” The alpha that was screaming turned around ready to yell at the person who dared to stop him. Only To stammer back as he sees the build of the Alpha. Who towered over him and looked like he could knock him out with one punch. “I’m sorry. My girlfriend and I got into a disagreement and she ran off into the woods. I meant no harm”. The mean alpha spoke with a small smirk. Trying to play off a nicer caring vibe. The Alpha narrowed his eyes as he looked at him. The yelling and his body langue told him that wasn’t the case. “Well I’m sorry to hear sir. But I’m sorry I haven’t see your girlfriend or smelled her around here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave now”. He said to the wicked alpha. Whos face turned twisted. He wanted to argue. But only being able to smell the alphas smell and not picking up Y/ns anymore, along with the fact he was slightly scared of this alpha. He just nodded and walked off. The other Alpha watched him. Once he was sure the alpha was far enough away he turned back to the scared omega. “He gone now” He says aloud. Knowing that she heard them. Which she did. Y/n sat against the tree listening to everything. Coming out of her little day dream of the other alphas smell when she heard the grimace voice of the alpha. Her breath catching in her chest as she hears the other alpha defend and hide her. Scaring off the one casing her. “I can’t” She says softly in a raspy voice as she had tried to stand but couldn’t with her hurt leg. As well as her whole body felt still. Almost shut down from all the running she put it through the last few days. Slowly the alpha made his way over to her. He made slow step towards her to show her he won’t hurt her. “Are you okay?”, he asked as he got closer. Looking down at her ankle that he can see was turning purple from where some of her skin poked out from her leggings and shoes. He also noted how her clothes where torn and very dirty. Looking like she had been running through the woods for days. By the state of her in all he would guess that was the case. He kneeled in front of her as she shook her head no to his question. Finally opening her eyes again as she looked up at him as he looked her over. He was taken back a little as she looked pretty young. “What's a pup like you doing out here?”. Y/n slightly started crying again. She didn’t even know she could cry anymore at this point but here she was crying again. But this time she really wasn’t sure what about. If it was the past and what that alpha did to her. Or if it was the fact that she could possible be free of him. Or its also possible it was this feeling she had around this new alpha. Growing up she was always afraid of all the alphas around her. Taught they where higher then her and would not hesitate to remind her of that. But this alpha was different. He felt warmer, safer then all the other alphas she met before. His smell , his looks , just his whole aurora around him felt so safe.

The alpha in front of her looked worried at her. Worried about what she has been threw. The torment she has had to deal with so far. What the hell that other alpha put her through. “Hey, its okay your safe now I promise.”. He said softly as he looked back down at her ankle. There was no way she could walk on it like this. He looked back at her with a soft look. Trying to stay calm and soft with her. “Your ankle looks really bad. I’m going to have to carry you back to my cabin. Are you okay with that?”. He ask, watch as she nodded. He was careful with her. Picking her up gently as he walked them back to his cabin. Y/n wasn’t able to hold herself back as she leaned on to the alpha. Taking in his sent and relaxing. Feeling her relaxe in his arms the alpha smiled a bit. “So whats your name pup?”. “Y/n” , She says softly. “Well Y/n its nice to meet you , Im Steve.”

After a bit of a walk Y/n and Steve get back to Steve’s cabin. While holding her he was able to slide open the back door as they enter the house. Steve carries Y/n over to the couch and gently puts her down. Helping her to sit down. He takes a seat on the coffee table infront of her as he gentle pulls her injured leg onto his lap. “I can see toue ankle is already turning colors and swelling. I’m going to have to take your shoe off. It might hurt okay?”. He ask trying to be as gentle with her as possible. Y/n nodded as she gripped the couch bracing herself. Steve nodded as he untied her shoe trying to be gentle as he took off the shoe. Y/n winced and moaned in pain as the shoe came off her swollen foot. Steve looked over her foot, frowning. “I’m not going to lie pup, this does not look good”. “Do you think it's broken?”. She asks biting her lip not to scream in pain. Steve Gentle propped her foot up on a pillow as he stood up. “I’m not sure your foot is very swollen, so it's hard to tell. I’ll get you some ice to see if that helps bring the swelling down. Unfortunately that's all we can do as the doctor is closed for the day as it's pretty late in the day. I can take you there first thing in the morning.”. Steve said as he walked over to the kitchen grabbing an ice pack and coming back over. Wrapping the ice pack in a towel before gently setting it on Y/n's ankle. Y/n groaned lightly at first as the towel touches her but slowly relaxes as the coldness actually feels good. Steve sighs as he sits on the coffee table again next to her leg. “I understand if you're not ready to talk but can I ask what you were doing in the woods running from your alpha?”. Y/n looks down at her hands. She wasn’t ready to fully talk about it but she knew she probably should tell him a bit if he is helping her. “He’s not my alpha and I'm not his omega. We aren't mated. I was forced to marry him. I ran away when he tried to mate me, I didn’t want it. I-”. “That's okay you don’t have to go any farther with it.” Steve cutts her off. He could see how much it was hurting her. He didn’t need to know all of the story. Just that she was trying to get away from this alpha. She doesn’t want to be with him and needs help getting away. Y/n looked at him a little shocked. But thankful that he understood she has been through something terrible. She needed help, that's all he needed to know. Not the full story till she's ready. “ Okay , so we will get you to the doctor first thing tomorrow. For now lets get some food in you and get you cleaned up.” Steve says standing up. He headed to the kitchen.

After they eat some food. That y/n couldn’t tell was actually really good or she was just that hungry after not really eating for a few days. But either way she ate all the food quickly, starting to feel a bit better with having some food in her. After cleaning up Steve helped get a bath set up and set up a little stool in the bathtub that she could move from the toilet to the side of the tub to the stool. So she didn’t put much pressure on her leg. Y/n was very thankful for all he was doing. “I know its not the best but at least you can get clean up a bit. Get some of that dirt off of you.”, Steve said as he helped her into the bathroom. Y/n nodded as she slid to sit on the closed toilet lid. “Heres some clothes they might be a little big for you but hopefully they will do for now.” Steve set some clothes down on the counter along with a towel for her. y/n thanked him as he walked out. Being careful to slowly take off her dirty torn clothes. Tossing them to the side. She bit her lip as she moved her slef to the stool in the tub. Using an old cup and wash rag steve gave her to help her clean up. Y/n couldn’t help but to take the wash rag and scrub her body. Trying to wash away all the memories , touch and smell of that other alpha. Wanting it all off of her. Scrubbing so hard her skin started to turn red. Only being happy when his smell was completely off of her. Replaced with the smell of the spiced body wash that was Steves. It wasn’t as nice as his alpha scent but it was better then the smell of that other alpha.

Y/n softly moaned as she washed her hair out too. It felt so nice to wash all the dirt and sweat out of her hair. She even took a little more time to double wash it just to ensure all the dirt was out of her hair. Finally leaning up to drain the water. Starting to feel cold as the warm water turned cold. She leand over to grab the towel. Sitting on the stool as she dried her self off before moving herself back over to the closed toilet seat. Y/n leaned back a little out of breath as her body was still very tired, very running. After a little bit of a break she reached over to grab the clothes Steve left for her. An old sweater that looked too small for Steve. Maybe he once wore it but now he was too bulk to wear it. She slipped the sweater on, thankful for the warmth it wrapped her in. Along with it were some old looking sweatpants as well. Far too big for her. But she made it work with rolling them and tying them tight around her waist. After she was done she made her way to the door. Holding her foot up as she leaned against the counter and wall to walk to the door.

As the door opened Steve jumped up making his way over to her to make sure she is okay and help her back to the couch to sit down. “Ill leave it up to you but you can either sleep here on the couch or you can take my bed. Whichever would make you more comfortable.” Steve said as he helped her prop her foot back up. Y/n looked around making notes of the exits. Just in case. Its not that she doesn’t fully trust Steve but in the situation shes been in anyone would be worried about any alpha. “Its okay you can stay down here if it makes you feel more comfortable. I understand.” Steve say nothing how she looked around. He can see this omega is pretty messed up. Whoever that alpha was he messed her up pretty bad. Steve brought some blankets and pillows over for Y/n helped her to set up on the couch to lay down. “Okay , you okay pup?”. Steve ask after getting Y/n all settled down. Y/n looked up at him nodding. Steve nodded as he stepped away heading to his room. “Ill leave my door open so if you need anything don’t be afraid to yell for me pup. Okay?”. Steve said watching to make sure Y/n nodded and that she was okay before turning to head into his room “Night Pup”.

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darkdarkstucky · 2 years ago

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

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

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☁️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☁️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you fled.

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago

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Brat Taming: Part 11

Hues of red and orange, soft pinks had been drawn across the sky almost as if one of the great artists had taken a brush and cleared it against the sky. There was such warmth in the skyline, the iridescent colours that drew the day to a close and welcomed the night were breathtaking.

It was gorgeous, the sunset that had been cast upon the city, although the moment was made more perfect by the company you kept.

Steve hadn’t let you go since you’d taken his mark, his hands and his body had been upon you as if you truly had been made one unit. There was never a moment where you didn’t feel the heat of his body, the great depths of his affection and his instincts to protect, provide and love. It was borderline intense, in the most toe-curling way, to feel him and have him.

The sunset had ushered it in, the last night you were going to be in the city with Steve before you had to leave tomorrow. Steve was coming back with you for a few days, a temporary stay in Boston before he would head back to NYC and then beyond for the missions set out for him.

“Do you wish we could’ve done more?” Your eyes fluttered closed as he spoke, the rumble of his chest against your back was verbally pleasing to your ears almost like his voice was laced with honey.

A purr had slipped from your lips in place of a verbal answer, the sound in tune with the soft caress of Steve trailing his fingers up and your body, in no particular pattern, while you lay against him on the bed. The two of you had closed the final night out in his apartment with dinner, a classic movie he loved from the ‘40s before you had finally gone to bed.

Instead of sleeping, you found yourself launched headfirst into long conversations. Some had been deep and meaningful about your past and what had helped shape the people you had become, while others were far less deep and intimate. There was never a true lull, never a moment where it had been clear that there was nothing left to say, or any residual awkwardness.

If you were silent, you were enjoying the feeling of each other.

“No,” you finally and verbally gave him a response, only after you had dug deeper under the blankets in the nest, “I liked this. It felt…good.”

Your heat had spanned almost all the time you had in NYC, and the two of you were confined to Steve’s place more often than not. The few times you had gone out when your heat had dwindled enough to leave, or even when it was over and you were marked by Steve, you had stayed close.

You didn’t wander far, at most taking a walk around the block just to get some fresh air and take a break from the building. Your plans to meet the team, or at least a few, would have to wait for you although you had brought up the idea of bringing Jake here and showing him Stark Tower.

“He would love it, honestly he would have so much fun.” You had let it slip that it would be a good date idea after Steve had relayed his hesitation toward his courting dates with Jake.

Steve was a dom, through and through he was a dom, but this was still relatively new to him. Steve being able to be with Jake out in public on a date, without fear of backlash or verbal assault was new. He was comfortable with who he was, he was reassured that he wanted both you and Jake wholeheartedly.

However, Steve was born and raised in a time where being an alpha with two omegas, let alone a male and female, was a scandal. Not to mention what would have happened to Steve if the government or army, back then, had found out that he wasn’t as straight as they would have liked him to be.

Back in the 1940s’, anyone who was found to live an ‘alternative lifestyle, would’ve been heavily punished or jailed, and the consequences were even worse in other countries.

Even if Steve had wanted to be open about his bisexuality, they would have silenced him. They would not have allowed that part of him to be out in the open.

Now, when the world was so much more accepting and agreeable, Steve had been proud and open about his feelings.

Even if he was still a little hesitant, he was proud.

“We go home tomorrow.” You muttered, watching the colours of the sunset against the New York City skyline pressed tightly against his body. “It feels good to have a mark.”

“You and Jake bet which of you can have all three first,” Steve’s soft lips trailed along your neck, his teeth lightly nipping your skin, a growl building in his chest when you shuddered and airily whimpered his name, “my money is on you, doll.”

“Me too,” your voice was growing with exhaustion, your eyes fluttering when the heaviness of sleep started to draw you in, your body craving rest.

Steve had drawn the blanket further up the bed, tucking you both in. He had rested his hand against your stomach, fingers curling against Jake’s shirt that you packed with you. You felt the warm caress of his breath against the back of your neck as he sighed softly, mumbling his next greatest wish against your flesh.

He had stumbled forward, his feet caught in the legs of his jeans, barely catching himself from the fall with his free hand. A sense of panic had surged within his veins when he woke up and found the time on the clock mocking him, egregiously reminding him that he could have slept through your arrival home if you managed to catch an earlier flight.

It was a necessity for him to greet you when you got home, he had to be the first one to watch you walk through the door and he had almost missed it.

“Fuck!” Jake’s loud curse had been heard through the closed door, and a chuckle from the other side made him pause.

He hadn’t managed to push himself off the floor before the door had been cracked open and then his eyes were directed to the alpha who had heard the events. Jake felt his mouth going dry, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he sucked in Ari’s scent as drew himself closer.

Jake wasn’t able to look away, he couldn’t have possibly drawn his attention off of Ari’s bare chest and the ridges of his muscles that were draped and framed by a crisp white dress shirt.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” Ari helped lift Jake from the floor, setting him back on his feet. “Let me help you.”

Jake felt heat blistering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the touch of pink afflicting him was endearing to the alpha before him. And when Jake had cleared his throat, glancing away from the intense look in Ari’s eyes, he was greeted with another pulsing surge of his alphas scent.

“Steve said they’ll be here soon.” Ari hadn’t faltered from his task of yanking Jake’s jeans over his ass, his fingers nimbly pushing the button through the hole and then dealing with the zipper all while Jake had been squeaking and purring continuously. “Are you recovered enough?”

Jake had been made to look at Ari when the latter had cupped Jake’s chin. Ari drew Jake into a kiss, lips meeting lips and a soft whimper dying on Ari’s lips. Jake’s hands rest against his shoulders, his fingers clenching against the shirt that remained open.

There hadn’t been any kind of urgency in the kiss, in the exchange of affectionate passion until Jake heard the faint sound of a car door closing from the cracked window, the sound immediately drawing him away from Ari.

“Bear!” Jake yelled his excitement and darted around Ari, tearing himself out of the door and down the stairs until he was just over halfway down and was able to push himself over the railing.

Jake landed on the floor, almost misstepping but caught himself at the last moment. He had pushed past Ransom on the way to the front door, his excitement unfounded as he ripped open the door and screeched your name at the top of his lungs like it was a battle cry.

You had reacted with as much excitement, dropping your bag in the middle of the driveway, and bounding toward Jake. He met you in the entranceway and immediately set to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you from the floor to spin you twice before he set you back down.

You threw your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy toes, slating your lips against his. Jake rested his hands against the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of you as you boldly and unapologetically greet each other with increasing and intense passion.

You had only pulled away when you both needed to catch a breath and when you had, Jake leaned forward and rest his forehead against yours. You both closed your eyes and breathed in each other’s scents, taking your fill of each other as you’d been apart for a week.

“I missed you,” he whispered to you, softly and tenderly, “I missed you so damn much, baby bear.”

“I missed you too.” The world, at least temporarily, was confined to you and Jake.

It was you and him, reuniting even if you hadn’t been separated long. It was Jake’s hands on your body, his chest pressed against yours as you breathed each other in. Your hands pressed against his chest, your fingers curling against him while your head was tipped back and your eyes were locked on each other.

The corner of Jake’s lips twitched a different kind of smile slowly building on his face. He raised a hand from the curve of your ass to the side of your neck where Steve’s mark was, his thumb rushing the healing mark tenderly. A shiver rippled down your spine from the gentle friction created by the pad of his thumb, the raised mark soon to heal, was a claim and a promise of the future.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jake praised you with every intention of making you melt against him, “look at how far we’ve come.”

“Proud of me? I’m proud of you.” Standing on your tippy toes, you pressed your lips to his again in quickened haste. “I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

You finally pulled away from Jake, patting his chest twice before you stepped around him and looked toward Ari and Ransom.

While Ari appeared to be readying himself for work, Ransom was standing nearby with a cup of tea in one hand and his phone in the other.

Ari had been the first you studied, the dress shirt he chose for the day had been left open to draw attention to his wide, broad and toned chest. His long legs are accentuated by the fitted black pants, the image of two creating this alluring and seductive image of your alpha.

“I missed you,” you drew yourself toward him, greeting him with as searing of a kiss as you had given Jake, pressing yourself against his warmth.

You spoke honestly, affectionately and endearingly drawn to the big, thick and strong alpha. You had hugged him, sighing in contentment when he had hugged you in return.

“You look good with that mark on your neck. Gonna let Levinson mark you next?” Ransom’s voice drew you from Ari, and you stepped toward the rich playboy.

Ransom wore the same light blue sweater, with tattered sleeves and a rip on the front, as he had when he dropped you off at the airport. His hair was falling slightly into his eyes, the soft dark strands stirring your attention and as pushed them out of his face, Ransom reached for you.

One had rested on the small of your back, thumb moving languidly in small motions that drew an elicit whisper. You had chirped softly while caught in his gaze, his hands on your body providing a level of security you hadn’t felt yet with him.

“No,” you drew yourself closer to him, the tip of your nose brushing against his, your lips parting with a soft murmur, “I want yours next.”

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years ago

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Eighth day of Christmas: Steve and Fawn

You were stupid excited about today. You’d bought an ice cream maker and when it got delivered it took every ounce of self control you had to not open it.

Okay if you were honest you had opened it but only to fish out the directions so you didn’t mess it up.

You have all the ingredients in the fridge when Steve comes home you pop off the couch where you’ve been working on your latest book.

“Hi!”

“Hi Omega, you seem excited.”

“I am.”

“Have you planned dinner yet or can I make it?”

“You want to? I thought we could just do pizza?”

“I want to. I also have your present upstairs. It’s kind of a repeat, I hope that’s okay.” He looks worried, like you’ll be upset.

“Well, I’ve loved everything you’ve given me so I don’t see this being any different.”

“God I love you.” He murmurs and you laugh softly before pressing a kiss to his lips. “It’s in the bathroom closet. If you wanna go get it I’ll get started on dinner.”

“Okay.” You jog up the stairs and he heads for the kitchen. You know he didn’t have any fires today, which is a massive relief. You find the gift in a bag in the closet then head back downstairs. Steve has some beef out and you can’t help but laugh, you’d expected something milk based, like something with cheese.

“Kinda morbid don’t you think?” You ask stepping into his side and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Maybe a little. But I know you love a good burger.” He isn’t wrong.

You stay curled into his side while he cooks, you talk about your day and Steve presses the occasional kiss to the top of your head.

After dinner he slides your gift to you, it’s an oatmeal milk bath mix.

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to try this.”

“Really?”

“Yea, it’s supposed to make your skin so soft.” You tell him and Steve hums softly, “you wanna take a bath later?”

“Always.” He says with a little smirk and you laugh.

“You ready for yours?”

“Sure.” You pull out all of the ice cream making stuff and his eyes go wide. “Did you get me an ice cream maker?”

“Yup!” You tell him clapping your hands excitedly.

“Sweetheart! Yes!” He pulls you to him and kisses you quickly. “You have so much stuff!” He’s like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but laugh, you love seeing him like this.

You spend the next hour making ice cream. You do a vanilla base with add ins of chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, strawberries and blueberries. The fruit is kind of a miss, it gets too cold when it’s churned but Steve is thrilled with the gift either way. You’ve got to admit you’re pretty proud of this one and you can’t wait to keep trying different add ins.

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nichmeddar · 1 month ago

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steve rogers

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 (𝐩𝐨𝐲𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, a/b/o dynamics, daddy kink, HEAVY lactation kink, also heavy on housewife kink, domesticity kink, very heavy on breeding kink, and pregnancy kink, Steve is very condescending, also babies omega a lot as per usual, the usual stuff! 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve is so turned on by his submissive little housewife, and so he decides he's going to breed her again.

𝐀/𝐍: I kind of went crazy with this. IDEK YALL. kinda went delirious as i wrote it and now it's late. Enjoy! (This is a drabble of my fic, POYT)

Steve can’t wait to get home to his wife. He’s only been married less than a year and yet he can’t get over the pure domestic bliss that his life has become. It’s what he’d always wanted, always dreamed about. And now he has it. With you, his perfect, beautiful, innocent little omega. And his adorable little daughter too.

“You’re home!” You breathe, your face lighting up when Steve walks in through the front door. And Steve can feel his own face lighting up, and he can’t help but take two steps forward and yank you into a crushing hug. All his stress and worries from work seem to dissipate at once. And the fact that you look so happy to see him? In a cute little floral dress, looking so extra curvy and voluptuous ever since you’d given birth. Your breasts are practically spilling out the top of your dress, and it makes him lick his lips appreciatively.

You’ve got Rosie on your hip, and she looks absolutely thrilled to see him too, which makes Steve’s chest puff out in pride. He can’t believe this is his life, and that he gets to share it with you. Sure, work is stressful as Steve plans to expand his family’s company even more and his father’s basically left him in control and responsible for everything. Not to mention, all the preparations for the senatorial elections next year.

But all that melts away as he hugs you close, his eyes fluttering shut in content as you loosen his tie and undo his collar button, pressing kisses on his shoulders and chest because you’re too small and delicate to reach his lips.

“Missed you so much, Steve.” You say, looking up at him needily.

“You did, didn’t you?” Steve smirks, although he knows that he probably missed you even more. He has a special picture of you framed on his desk. It’s from the day he proposed to you, you sitting in the field of yellow roses in your yellow dress, bathing in the sunlight and looking happier than ever. He stares at that picture more than he’d like to admit. Sometimes, he talks to it, complains to it about his dumbass employees and equally stupid business partners.

He also has a picture of Rosie from her six-month celebration. Which his whole family had celebrated as if it was her birthday – she was the first grandchild after all and so it wasn’t a surprised that everyone wanted to dote on her. Steve’s mom had been especially into the six-month celebration, which Steve didn’t understand because his mom would obviously be there for Rosie’s first birthday. And second, and third. And so on. She would, wouldn’t she?

He shakes those unwanted thoughts out of his mind before they go to that one place he doesn’t want to acknowledge right now. Instead, he focuses on you, his beautiful wife. You’re so cute and thoughtful, setting Rosie down in her baby chair before helping him out of his jacket and undoing his tie for him.

“How was work, Steve?”

“Good. The same.” He grunts, not wanting to talk about work at all. Instead, he picks up his daughter, examining her carefully. She’s cute as ever, way cuter than any other baby he’s ever seen in his life. Definitely cuter than the babies in the diaper and baby food commercials he sees on television. Rosie would be way better in those commercials, not that he’d ever exploit his daughter like that. If Steve had his way, no one outside of his family would ever lay their eyes on his wife and his baby – they’d be kept private. Because they needed to be protected by him and he loved them more than anything.

“Hey, Rosie. You look so cute, sweetheart. All ready for bed, huh?” He coos, giving his daughter a dozen kisses on her cute, fat cheeks. She giggles, wrapping her tiny arms around his face as he gives her kisses. And then he looks at her carefully, drinking her in because he hates being at work all day and missing out on her. She’s growing so fast, it feels like just yesterday she was the size of his hand and now she’s so much bigger. And she was looking more and more like her mommy as the days passed.

“She wasn’t showing any signs of being tired,” you speak up shyly, “I think she was waiting for her daddy to come home so she could say goodnight.”

“Is that right, Rosie?” Steve asks, and his daughter blinks up at him with a smile on her face, starts kicking her chubby little legs up and down excitedly. He can’t help but melt inside, deciding to play his favourite game with her. He throws her up in the air and she squeals happily. You gasp behind him, muttering a “Steve, please be careful,” which he is, of course he is.

Rosie yawns, and Steve kisses her face a few more times before placing her back down. And then he pulls you into him, kissing you fervently because he’s missed you so fucking much. Not to mention, you look so crazy hot right now. His little wife. His perfect little omega.

“Baby, this dress is so hot on you.” He mutters against your lips, lifting you up so he can kiss you properly.

You light up at his praise, “Thank you. Although it’s gotten a bit small–”

He smirks down at your breasts which look ready to pop out of the material any second, “It looks good.”

He kisses you some more, not wanting to stop as his hands go to cup your ass. But you pull away after a little while, telling him that you need to put Rosie to bed. He accompanies you, groping you every few seconds because he just can’t get over how hot you look, how you’re so glowing, how motherhood suits you so much.

The two of you put Rosie to bed, and Steve feels so fulfilled by his little family as he stands there with his arm around you, watching Rosie cuddle with her stuffed animal and immediately fall asleep.

“I made all your favourite food tonight.” You tell him as you grab his hand and lead him to the dining room. And Steve loves when you take initiative like that. Before, you’d never take his hand like that – you’d always wait for him to initiate and lead. But now, you’re more comfortable with him and he loves when you do little things like this. His little housewife, perfectly safe inside his house and leading him to the meal you’d cooked just for him.

You’ve set the dining room table up perfectly for two, but Steve pulls you into his lap after you’ve finished piling his plate up high with everything from chicken pot pie to mashed potatoes and vegetable soup. “Have you eaten, baby?”

You look down into your lap, “No, I was waiting for you.”

He feeds you along with himself, not wanting you to lift another finger. You’ve worked so hard on this dinner, and balanced that with other household chores – not to mention looking after Rosie. Now, he needs you to conserve your energy. Because of what he has planned for the rest of the night, of course.

“You’re such a good little girl,” Steve coos, tearing off a hunk of your homemade bread and dipping it into the soup before feeding it to you, “You did so good, baby, and daddy is so proud of you.”

You glow, “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, daddy – I mean Steve. Thank you, Steve!”

He smirks, patting your lips with a napkin. He continues to feed both of you, taking a second and third helping of food just for himself because he’s worked so damn fucking hard and he’s hungry and you’re like a Michelin star chef when it comes to cooking. But he loves how submissive you’re being right now, opening your mouth whenever he gives you another bite, smiling demurely when he kisses your cheek or temple, or widening your eyes when his hand playfully reaches up your skirt and settles on your bare upper thigh.

“You’re such a great housewife, omega.” He continues to sing your praises softly, wanting to see you squirm in his lap because you’ve never been able to take a compliment. “You must’ve had a busy day today, huh? My pretty little baby omega, running my house and taking care of my baby.”

You swallow your bite of food before nodding, “I-I tried. But I didn’t manage to complete everything on my to-do list.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” you shake your head as if to reprimand yourself, “I did the laundry in the morning as well as some general cleaning up. I fed Rosie and played some games with her and then got her all dressed up in the new pink frilly dress we got for her six-month celebration. Then I took her to the park and did some groceries on the way back. I was supposed to go to that home boutique to get some new material for curtains and I was supposed to go to the post office too, but I had to skip all that because it was getting late and Rosie was getting fussy and I had to put her down for her nap and get started on dinner. I guess I didn’t plan everything out as perfectly as I thought I did.” You hang your head dejectedly.

It’s in moments like these that Steve just wants to hold you in his arms and kiss you all over and cherish you like the beautiful, perfect human being that you are. Instead, he brushes a bit of your hair behind your ear and tips your chin up till you meet his gaze.

“Baby, you know we have people to do all that, right?” He thinks back to the all the staff that he’s paying. Sure, he loves when you play housewife, how you insist on doing everything yourself. But he doesn’t want you to stretch yourself out so thin, and work yourself up too much. Especially not when he was trying to get you pregnant again. “Please tell me you at least had the driver take you.”

You’re silent, before looking up at him sheepishly, “It’s only a five-minute drive to the park and the grocery store, Steve.”

He frowns, “You know I don’t want you driving.” Omegas don’t drive.

“I know, I know. But I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

He decides to let it go, because Steve knows that marriage is about picking and choosing your battles. He shakes his head to let you know that he disapproves of this behaviour, but he also gives you a kiss on the temple, which informs you that he won’t be punishing you for this, which makes you relax and smile up at him. And how can he punish you? When you’ve been working so hard all day and so has he… and all he really wants to do is spend the night with his beautiful wife, doing all sorts of nasty, despicable things to you.

“S-Steve?”

He’s lost in thought, so when you call out his name in that shy, cute little voice of yours… well, it goes straight to his dick. He was rock hard the moment he’d entered the house, but now he’s positively about to bust a nut. You, all soft and cute, sitting in his lap and now you’re saying his name in that cute, breathy and shy way?! It’s like you were teasing him on purpose!

“Yes, baby?” He bounces you on his knee, licking his lips as he watches how your breasts bounce too. He drives his hard crotch into your butt, making you gasp slightly before you quickly recover.

“I was… uh… I was wondering if me and Rosie could visit you at work tomorrow?” You blurt out, looking so adorably shy as you immediately duck your head down again, “During lunch, maybe? I-It’s okay if you’re busy, though. It was just a thought.”

He knows you have a therapy session tomorrow morning (Steve oversees your schedule so he knows where you are at all times). He also knows that sometimes, after certain sessions (probably the ones where you talk about your parents) you get extra needy. He knows this because you text him a lot after those sessions, and call him a lot too. Normal stuff like describing how you cooked dinner or telling him about your day so far. You hadn’t made any girlfriends yet (well, there’s his mom and also a few of his colleagues’ wives who you were friendly with… but he knows you’re most comfortable with him). Once you’d called him while he was in the middle of a very important meeting, but he’d talked to you nonetheless because, well, he was the boss and he could do that. And because he knew you needed him.

“Of course, you can, baby. Just come right up to my office.”

You smile happily, “Okay, thanks! I’ll add it to my schedule. Let’s say… between one to two pm?”

Steve nods, the corners of his mouth twitching as he watches you take your phone out. You open your scheduling app to a colourful spreadsheet and quickly fill in a slot, the one right below “Therapy Session” and you label it as “Lunch with Steve and Rosie” with a bunch of hearts. He loves how organised you are, it’s the cutest and most amusing thing in the world to him. It also comes in handy in other aspects – like how Steve always has his shirts and ties all crisp and ironed and laid out for him every morning, and how his closet is always colour-coded.

He catches your lips in his, unable to keep from kissing you. God, he’s so in love with you and he can’t believe how perfect you are. Sometimes he can’t fully wrap his head around the fact that you’re his. Completely and utterly his. Because he knows he doesn’t deserve you. Not in the slightest.

But he has you. And he’s not complaining or ever letting you go.

Steve polishes off his third helping of food till the plate gleams clean, and you nod your head at him approvingly.

“Would you like some dessert, Steve? I think we have some leftover chocolate cake from last night.” (You had baked it at 2am the night before, because sometimes you did things like that and Steve had long ago stopped questioning it – especially since you’d packed him a fat slice to take to work today).

But Steve isn’t in the mood for chocolate cake right this second. He stands up quickly, with you in his arms bridal style. You squeal lightly, winding your arms up around his neck.

“I do want something sweet, baby omega. But I think you know what I want, and it’s not chocolate cake.” He murmurs huskily against your lips. Your eyes widen like they always do whenever he refers to sex, but he knows you want him just as badly. It’s the way your scent becomes so much sweeter than it already is, the way you squeeze your thighs together in a way you think is subtle but he notices every single time. It’s how he can sense your raw want and need for him through the bond you both share.

He starts walking towards the staircase with you in his arms.

“Should I tell you what I’m gonna do to you tonight, baby?”

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat so prettily, your hands looking so tiny as they trail down your chest. He can even see beads of sweat forming on your brow, and how your lips part open. All tell-tale signs of an omega who was at her most fertile and was ready to mate. (And of course, Steve knew you’d be very fertile tonight, because he kept track of things like that).

“Mm, first I’m going to lay you down on our bed and you’re going to feed daddy, aren’t you?” Steve smirks, holding you easily with one arm while his free hand slips up to squeeze one of your breasts. As he suspected, they look big and heavy with milk, bouncing with each step he takes. Your nipples are so hard, he can see them clear as day through the thin material of your dress, and his cocks gets even harder when he sees the tiny little wet patches. “Your tits look so sore, baby. You’re gonna let daddy drink from them, aren’t you? Relieve all that pressure, right, baby omega?”

“Y-Yeah, daddy,” you pant, nodding so quickly that you forget to be shy. And now, Steve can practically smell your slick as it trickles down your legs. He takes the stairs up two at a time, keeping you firmly in his arms and watching as your tits bounce enticingly just for him.

He’d always planned to drink your milk when he got you pregnant the first time. He’d heard of other alphas doing it with their omegas, and the thought of doing it with you always turned him on to the point where he had to immediately jack off. And he finally got his chance to do it when you were still pregnant, almost about to pop and you’d begun lactating of course. Fuck, Steve had been in heaven, he still remembers the first time he’d fed from your breast. One hand cupping your pregnant belly, his mouth latched on your nipple and you gazing at him unsurely because of course you felt uncomfortable.

But Steve had loved every second of it, and so had you because he’d fingered you the whole time he drank from you, and you’d cum three times one after the other. And Steve had blown his load all over your quivering pussy, so fucking turned on by the fact that he was feeding from his pregnant omega. And then it had become a regular occurrence after that. Like if the baby had had her fill and you still felt heavy, Steve would always step in to “help out.”

“And then after I’ve drank my fill, I’m going to climb on top of you and fuck you so hard.” Steve promises you, and he swears he feels you shiver with anticipation in his arms as he carries you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. One glance at the baby monitor shows Rosie safely asleep in her nursery.

“Alpha, please!” you whine prettily, and he knows your omega senses have taken over. It’s how you’re humping against him now, your slick trailing down your legs lewdly. “N-Need you, need your knot, please, alpha, please!”

“Oh yeah? You want my knot?”

“Yes!”

“You want your alpha to cum inside your little baby omega pussy? Fill you up with my cum, then knot you so it all stays inside?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“You want me to fuck another baby into you?”

“YES, PLEASE, DADDY!”

That’s when Steve knows he has you right where he wants you. In that blissful state of complete abandon, where you leave yourself to the mercy of the omega inside you. Where you completely submit yourself to him and your own basest omega desire – mating.

Steve knows you’ve been on the fence about having another baby. The two of you had discussed it, and Steve had made it clear that he wanted a big family. You had expressed that you also wanted more babies, but you wanted to wait a while and focus on Rosie. Well, Rosie was almost seven months old now, and Steve was sure she’d love a little sibling. And then another one. And another one. And then another. And then one more. And then maybe another one after that.

He throws you on the bed, and you land on your back with a soft thud. Already, your legs are spreading on their own accord, as if you need him inside you right this second. But Steve plans on taking his own sweet time, and he salivates when he sees your cleavage, your chest heaving up and down as you breathe erratically.

He’s on top of you in a second, licking and nipping at your face like a feral beast who wants to mark his prey. He scents you heavily, till you grow lax in his arms, all submissive and needy as you stare up at him pleadingly, your nostrils twitching at his alpha scent.

“Alpha, plea– oh my!”

He rips your dress clean in half, letting out an animalistic growl when your tits spill out attractively. No bra of course. And no panties either. You weren’t allowed to wear those at home.

“S-Steve,” you gasp as he spanks your thigh and gives you a warning look, “I-I mean, daddy! Please fuck me!”

He chuckles, tweaking the stiff peak of your nipple before blowing cool air on it. He watches your features twist, your jaw go slack. “Let daddy have some fun first, baby omega. Don’t forget, you have to feed me first.”

He’s got his knee lodged between your legs and he can feel you steadily humping against it. But all he can focus on are your breasts. He rolls your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pressing down gently before cupping your breast and squeezing it.

You moan as your milk spurts out, and Steve immediately latches on to your nipple, sucking hard. He moans around your breast, sending vibrations through your whole body when your sweet milk touches his tongue. Fuck, you taste so good, so sweet.

“That’s my good little baby,” he murmurs encouragingly, his voice slightly muffled as he tries to coax your writhing body. “Such a good little baby, breastfeeding your daddy like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Ah, ah, ah! Y-Yeah!”

“That’s right, give daddy more of your sweet mommy milk,” he sucks almost your whole breast into his mouth, so incredibly turned on by what he’s doing right now. He massages your other breast, and it squirts out milk too. Steve takes care of that, licking all over both your breasts to get the excess milk off your chest before returning to your nipple, “Tell me how much you love feeding daddy.”

“L-Love feeding daddy, love it so much, please!” You mewl pitifully, grabbing at his hair and pressing his face more into your breasts. And Steve can’t believe this is you – his shy and innocent little omega wife completely transformed into this feral creature who is currently rutting against his clothed cock.

He can’t help but surge up and kiss you, his tongue mingling with yours as he makes you taste your own milk. And you’re moaning breathily, breaking the kiss every few seconds just to beg him some more, saying “daddy, please” before biting and sucking at his lip, kissing him deeper like you can’t get enough of him.

“God, I love your mommy milk so much,” he tells you, going back to suck your other nipple. And he knows you feel immediate relief as he drains you, alleviates the pressure from your breasts as he drinks from you. He feels you stroke his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, dry humping him even more needily, like you just can’t help it.

He spanks you hard, four times in quick succession, “You’re gonna feed me your mommy milk whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, alpha! I will!”

He grazes his teeth against your sensitive nipple, making you jump before you gives it another hearty suck, your milk still squirting out straight into his mouth, “Mm, so you’re gonna breastfeed daddy tomorrow, aren’t you? When you stop by for lunch at my office?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah? You’re gonna sit in daddy’s lap like a sweet little omega and let me suck on your tits while I do my work? Feed me your sweet mommy milk like the obedient little wife that you are?” God, Steve was so turned on, he reaches down to pull his cock out from the confines of his pants. You see it and gasp, immediately making grabby hands for it, and the smell of your arousal increases tenfold.

“Y-Yeah, daddy! W-Wanna be good for you, always wanna do what I’m told an’ be good for you,” you cry, clutching him close, “I’ll do anything for you alpha, please, please, please!”

God, you were such a good fucking omega. The perfect little wife, so innocent yet you turned into a freak in the goddamn sheets when he had you underneath him. You were almost as desperate for him as he was for you, although he knew you could never beat him at that game. He was so obsessed with you, it was unhealthy. He wanted you all the time, he thought about you all the time. To Steve, the sexiest thing in the whole world was you, and the fact that you were his property turned him on infinitely more.

He licks at your tits hungrily, lapping up all your sweet milk that he didn’t catch in his mouth the first time. And then he goes back to sucking, and he even gives your nipple a little bite, making you scream his name and hold him even tighter. And it’s then that he realises that you’ve cum, and he feels the sopping wetness of your release as you squirt all over his leg, crying like a baby as you moan his name deliriously.

“You’re a sensitive little baby, aren’t you, omega?” Steve whispers devilishly, reaching down to cup between your legs, feel your quivering pussy, your sensitive clit throbbing against his palm. “Can’t help but cum from feeding your daddy, huh?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry, baby omega.” He smirks, giving your sopping pussy a few slaps that make you jump and grip his shirt hard, a newfound neediness inside you. As if cumming once had left you sensitive down there yet still not satisfied, still greedy and panting for more…

“Daddy, I… Daddy, please! Need your knot, daddy please!”

You haven’t been this vocal with your neediness for a long time. Steve wonders if you’re about to go into heat, as if even your own body is telling you that it’s time to get pregnant again. Fuck, that was so hot, and he can’t help but graze his hard cock over your bare stomach, tracing your skin with his precum, making sure his scent is all over you till it seeps into your skin.

“You want my daddy dick, don’t you?” He asks you gruffly, switching to a more authoritative tone. The beast alpha inside of him is roaring awake, a natural response to how needy you’re being. He has this innate urge to control you, subdue you, pin you down and fuck you like an omega in heat deserved to be fucked.

“Yes, please, please, please!” You writhe underneath him, hips bucking up and your hands still trying to grab at his cock, trying desperately to somehow shove it inside your leaking, desperate little hole. Except he cruelly slaps your hands away, making sure he’s in complete control, not an ounce of leniency left inside him.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees. Right now, omega. Present for me.”

He watches as you pant and readily obey him. Your limbs are like jelly after your orgasm but you’re so desperate to obey him that you stumble into position readily. He loves how he never has to alpha-command you, because you’re so naturally submissive that you always listen to him no matter what. And fuck, your ass looks amazing as you get on your hands and knees, pointing it towards him and he can’t help but give it a hard smack, licking his lips at your hot little ass as it jiggles.

“Arch your back a bit more, let daddy see your little fuckhole. Mm, just like that. That’s my good little girl.” He praises you, rubbing your ass where he’s just slapped you. You’re swaying and shivering underneath him, poking backwards in an attempt to create friction. Steve smirks, gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart. And that’s when he’s hit with your sweet pussy scent, so hard that he almost loses control right there.

But he manages to control himself, breathing slowly as he stares down at your glistening pussy. Your cream is clear and slippery – an obvious sign that you’re ovulating and extremely fertile. Fuck, fuck, fuck – he can’t wait to fuck his baby into you.

“I’m going to breed the fuck out of you,” Steve informs you lowly, firmly gripping your hips to keep you from thrusting back against him, “it’s about time you were pregnant again, baby omega. You were made to carry my babies, and as my baby wife, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy!” You sob, “Please, put it inside me, daddy, please, I don’t think I can wait any longer, I just, I need–

“Tell me what you need.” Unlike you, Steve is better at keeping in control of himself. He has to be, because he’s the one in charge – and the juxtaposition of him being calm and you completely losing it, sweating and writhing naked underneath his still clothed body? God, it was so fucking hot.

“N-Need you! Need your knot!”

“Oh yeah?” He gives your ass another harsh slap, so fucking turned on by how it bounces. He jacks of lightly, rubbing the tip of his cock on your wet slit, making you shudder. “Tell me why you need it, baby.”

“B-Because I do!” You cry, earning another rough smack to your ass.

“Not good enough, baby omega. You have to tell me exactly why you want me.”

You’re crying from frustration now, he can see your delicious tears as they drip down on the sheets below you. He knows you aren’t the best at expressing yourself during sex – you’re mostly just begging him or screaming his name or being delirious. But shy little you articulating in desperate detail why you wanted him inside you? God, the idea of that makes Steve want to bust a nut right then and there.

“C-Cause I… ‘Cause I want you inside me, daddy.” You mumble shyly, but there’s nothing shy about the way your body betrays you, pressing your ass against his cock in a bid to get you to fuck him but all it does is earn you yet another slap on your poor butt.

“Do better.” He orders you, “C’mon, omega, you know you can do better. Tell daddy why you want his big daddy dick, and then I’ll decide whether you deserve–”

“PLEASE, DADDY! Want you so, so bad, please, please, please!” You sob in complete abandon, your slick pouring down your thighs, making them all shiny and the bedsheets beneath you all damp. “W-Want my big strong daddy, please, okay?! Want you to knock me up, daddy, need it so bad! Alpha, please breed me, please–OHHH FUCK!!!”

He drives his dick into you in one hard thrust. And fuck, you are so tight that he almost forgets how to breathe. Your velvety walls feel snug and tight against his thick cock, choking it almost. He feels like he’s in heaven, and that’s when his alpha instinct kicks in and he growls, reaching forward to grab your neck from behind.

“Daddy’s been waiting to fuck you all goddamn day,” he growls, tired of holding back and teasing you, and already moving his hips. He pulls his dick out of you, moaning loudly when he sees it coated in your sticky cream. God fucking dammit, you were wetter than he’d ever seen you before, like dripping your juices all over him and the bed and he hadn’t even done anything yet! “You tease me so fucking much, baby. Running around doing your cute little errands, our baby on your hip and you’re in that sexy fucking dress, all flowery and shit like you want to tease daddy, huh?”

SMACK.

He licks his lips as he spanks your ass repeatedly, his hips a blur as he fucks you hard, skin slapping against skin.

“D-Didn’t mean to tease you!” You pant, meeting his thrusts like you’re in heat, which Steve is genuinely beginning to think you are in heat. And it’s making you all submissive, saying all the right things and saying them so innocently: “J-Just wanna be a good wife for you, daddy. J-Just wanna make you happy, ah!”

“Is that right, baby omega?” Steve grabs you by the hair, yanking you up till you’re on your knees only, your back against his front. His other hand slips around to grab your breast, groping it and squeezing it hard, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And holy fuck, you start leaking milk out again, and it gathers on his thumb. He latches his mouth on his mark on your neck, making you go lax and your mouth go slack. He shoves his thumb into your mouth, making you suck your own milk from his digit. “God, you’re so fucking kinky, baby. So innocent and cute yet so fucking kinky.”

He roughly pushes you back down, pressing your face into the mattress as the feral animal inside of him takes over once more. When his alpha instincts rile up, he has to exert his complete dominance which is why he’s being extra rough with you. Like now, as he watches you scream and bite at the bedsheets, your voice muffled as he holds you down. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger. He could really hurt you if he wanted to, because you were just a small baby omega after all. But he wouldn’t, because he loves you. He may push you over the edge, fuck you real rough and hard, but he’d never physically hurt you.

“G-Gonna make you carry my babies,” he mutters, yanking you back up and pushing you down cheek first against the mattress, so he can hear you cry clearer. “You hear me, omega? You’re my submissive little baby wife and you’re gonna carry my fucking babies.”

“I will, I will!” You sob.

He smacks your butt again, so hard that your knees give out and you fall back against the mattress but he yanks you back up by your hips. He hasn’t been this rough with you in a long time. Definitely not since you’d had the baby. You’d been weak and of course, he’d been barred from having sex with you for a few months. It was agony, but he would never want to hurt you like that. Even when the doctor gave you two the green light to have as much fun as you wanted, even then Steve held back for fear of hurting you.

But now, it’s like there’s something feral overtaking both of you. And maybe it’s because you’re ovulating and most probably at the beginning of your heat. It makes the animal inside of him purr and awaken, take his most alpha form and fuck you with abandon like he’s doing now. And it’s not like you’re complaining, in fact, you’re egging him on! Crying and sobbing and yet you continue to meet each one of his thrusts.

“How does it feel, baby? Being the future senator’s baby wife? Taking my daddy dick in your tiny tight pussy like you were made to do it?”

“L-Love being your wife!” You cry out, sounding so cute and earnest and desperate.

“Yeah? You gonna have the senator’s babies?”

“Yes, senator! G-Gonna have more of your babies, daddy! As many as you want!”

You’re so fucking delirious that you haven’t even realised what you’ve addressed him as, but it makes Steve even harder as he continues to rut against you.

“Fucking shake your ass on my daddy dick, baby. Mm, just like that, fuck! Make yourself fucking cum, omega. Is your little baby pussy gonna cry for me right now?”

His words are like magic, because your walls are already squeezing around his dick as you cum. As if you’re so hell-bent on being submissive for him, so determined to do exactly what he says that your body has somehow managed to orgasm on his command. And it makes Steve feel so goddamned powerful.

“Nngh, daddy! Oh fuck!” You whimper pathetically, and your body collapses on the bed, quivering and spent as your walls constrict around his dick, gripping him for all he’s worth as you squirt around him. Coating his dick with your omega cream, getting him so fucking close but he’s not done yet. He yanks your body back into place, continuing to fuck you hard.

“God-fucking-dammit, baby. You’ve already cum twice, huh? Your little pussy can’t ever hold it in, can you?” He scorns, despite the fact that it had been him who’d coaxed you to cum. All you can do is cry deliriously underneath him, and he knows you’re about to pass out soon. And he can’t help but be turned on at the idea of him still fucking you while you were out of it, and then when you regained consciousness, he’d still be fucking you.

Instead, he pulls out, and you immediately whine at the feeling of emptiness. Frowning and looking like you’re about to burst into tears because his dick isn’t inside you anymore, despite the fact that you were so spent already. Steve wastes no time in flipping you over till you’re flat on your back, and he can clearly see your face streaked with tears. He hikes both your legs up, pinning them on either side of your head. Folding you in half, twisting you like a goddamned pretzel just so when he eventually cums inside you, he keeps it inside you.

“Put it back in, alpha!” You beg so prettily, so breathy and weak and spent but still wanting him, “Please, put it back in!”

Steve smirks, forcing his dick back inside you. And your pussy is so slippery, so goddamned lubricated by your arousal, and yet he still has to force his way back in because of how tight you are. Because of how big and thick he is.

“You look so pretty while you’re getting bred, baby.” He chuckles breathlessly, unable to help pressing his lips on yours. It’s crazy how he feels like an animalistic alpha one second, hell bent on brutally fucking his family into you, and then the next second a glimpse of the loving husband comes out, and he needs to kiss your poor bitten, chapped lips.

And you kiss him back so readily, arms winding around his neck, pulling at his hair. The kiss is messy, and he wants to make it messier. He draws back, pressing his thick fingers between your lips to hold them open. And then he spits right inside your mouth, ordering you to swallow it. Of course, you obey immediately, and he’s so goddamned turned on by how much in charge he is. How in complete control he is. How he’s your fucking daddy, your alpha, your everything. The goddamned senator, the richest and most powerful man in New York, with his submissive little omega wife pinned down underneath him.

“Please breed me, daddy,” you beg lightly, like you’re about to faint. Your eyes flutter, but he gives you such an unbelievably hard thrust that you’re jolted back to consciousness. And he watches you carefully, watches as your eyes widen as you look down. He follows your gaze, letting out a rumble from deep within his chest when he sees what you’re staring at.

His fucking cock. Or the outline of his cock as it pokes out of your lower tummy, like the tip of it was all the way inside your goddamned womb. God fuck, he nearly busted a nut right there.

“So deep,” you marvel, making Steve puff his chest out in pride.

“Damn fucking right, omega. You can feel every inch of my daddy dick, can’t you?”

“Y-Yes, fuck!”

He presses your legs against your chest, licking his lips as he watches where you two meet. Watches his huge fucking dick drive in and out of you like it was your fucking job to take him. Your sopping pussy swallows his cock up greedily, and the lewd sounds of sex mixed in with your moans and Steve’s grunts echo around the room.

“Cute, helpless little fucking omega,” he mutters, watching how your breasts bounce at each thrust, how you cry so prettily for him each time he pistons his big dick inside you. “You were made to take my goddamned, dick, you hear me? You were made for me, baby. I’m your alpha and I fucking own this pussy. I own you and I’ll fucking breed you whenever the fuck I want.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You’d have agreed to anything he’d said at that point.

Steve grabs one of your ankles, kissing up your calf while you moan sexily. And then he licks your foot, teeth tugging at your cute anklet that he’d gifted you a few months ago. It’s got his name on it, another sign of his complete and utter ownership of you. Your toes gleam with white polish and Steve licks his lips, his dick so fucking hard because you are so fucking hot. He can’t help but lap at your foot, kissing up your instep while you moan so fucking loudly. He sucks your toes, the act almost making him bust a nut but he manages to contain himself.

“Gonna keep you pregnant all the fucking time,” He vows, his lips returning to yours. He presses his forehead against yours, forcing eye contact with you, “You hear me, omega? You’re my goddamned wife and from here on out, you’re going to always be pregnant, okay?”

“A-Always pregnant!” You agree weepily.

“Damn fucking straight. And I’ll keep you plugged up with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes!”

“You want daddy’s knot, baby?”

“YES, DADDY! PLEASE!”

Always in perfect sync, the two of you cum at the same time. Steve’s knot swells, locking his dick in place as he blows his load with an almighty roar, spilling his hot seed inside you. His dick is milked by your pulsating walls, your greedy little pussy swallowing all his cum like a good fucking girl as you squirt around him. Both your fluids mingle together, plugged inside by his knot. He angles your hips upwards, just to make sure everything stays inside you.

You’re crying and crying, clutching against him needily as you have another orgasm immediately after the one you’ve just had. And Steve’s still blowing his load inside you, he doesn’t think he’s cum this hard in his whole life, searing you from the inside out with so much cum. Alphas had a lot of cum anyways, but this was an entirely new level. He gently moves his hips, fucking his cum deeper into you, riding you through your orgasm as he cusses under his breath. Your legs shake violently as you cry, burying your head in his chest as you whimper his name over and over again.

Finally, he collapses on top of you, immediately hugging you close and letting you cry into his chest. Smothering you in his heat as you cry due to being overwhelmed, and being fucked so good that you’re delirious and don’t know what else to do.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, I love you, I love you so much,” he coaxes you, your entire body shaking against him. You’re so well and truly spent, fucked exactly how you’d wanted to be, how you’d begged to be. And with one last bit of your strength, you wrap your legs around his waist as if to keep him inside you, and you kiss his collarbones and his neck, trying your hardest to catch your breath as you whimper how much you love him too.

It’s only after a good five minutes of this that he finally speaks.

“Baby? You with me?”

You smile weakly up at him, “Y-Yeah, daddy. That was…”

“…I know,” Steve chuckles hoarsely, kissing you all over your face before laying down beside you. You begin to whine at the lack of contact (despite the fact his dick is still inside you) and so he pulls you on top of him, and you lie there with your head on his chest. And he feels so content, his beautiful wife on top of him, naked and sweaty and thoroughly bred as he traces his name on your bare back.

It doesn’t take long for a smug smile to touch his lips, proud of how thoroughly he’s fucked you. But he doesn’t say anything, neither of you do. You just lay there, basking in each other. Steve admits it’s nice, because this is what he’d been missing all day at work. And he loves you so fucking much.

“Baby?” He asks after several minutes.

“Yeah, daddy?”

“You ready for round two?”

THE END SKAFALAL

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Unwanted mate (Steve's version) - Angstober 29

Summary: Rejected. Humiliated. Left outside alone.

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

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

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

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: D4: Maria Hill

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

In your world omegas are rare, sacred even.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I cannot mate her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you saying? This is insanity!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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crazyunsexycool · 10 months ago

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The Sun ☀️, the moon 🌙 & the stars ✨

Chapter 13: Cloudy Skies

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

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Little bit of angst, fluff, the boys being the best alphas, smuttiness at the end (not super detailed),

A/N: I love these four so much. This is a bit of a day or week in their life.... More plot coming in the next chapter.

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The front door slams shut. You huff and stomp your way further into the apartment leaving three confused alphas in your wake. They can feel the mixed emotions through the bond but you don’t seem to be in a talking mood. Loud music comes from the ensuite bathroom in the shared bedroom so the boys know you’re going to be in there a while.

“I’ll text Jonah and Ricky to see if something happened.” Sam mutters as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“I’ll go check up on her.”

“And I can start dinner. I’ll make her favorite.” Bucky offers before all three of them split up to do as they said.

Sam and Bucky watch as Steve heads toward the shared bedroom. The ache in their chest doesn’t seem to lighten up though and they worried that someone might have hurt you.

“Ricky and Jonah said that work was really busy. Maybe she’s just overwhelmed.”

“Hmm, maybe.”

“Come on, let’s get dinner started.” Sam says as he moves towards the kitchen.

A few minutes later Steve joins them with a defeated look on his face.

“She just said she needed some alone time.”

“Well work has been busy for her.”

“Ok, so then let’s just try and give her a relaxing evening.” Steve says. Bucky and Sam nod their heads in agreement.

Eventually you come out of the bathroom dressed in their coziest clothes. Instead of sitting at the dinner table the boys had brought dinner to the living room. You gave them a little thank you and wrapped yourself up in a blanket before getting comfortable in Sam’s lap. They give each other concerned looks but still try to give you a nice night. You end up eating a little while watching an episode of your favorite comfort show and falling asleep before it’s over.

The same thing happens for the following two days.

Bucky, Sam and Steve get out of the car in front of your job. They’re determined to figure out what exactly is going on at work so that they can better help you at home. If they find out that someone is making your life difficult they’ll deal with whoever it is too.

“You three, come over here.” Mrs. Levy calls them over from her place at a bench. She has her signature scowl in place as she watches all three men head in her direction.

“Mrs. Levy.” Steve says with a small nod.

“You must be Sam.” She looks straight at him.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Hhmm, I would have preferred to meet you before you sunk your teeth into Y/N’s neck but oh well. I’ll still give you the same talk I gave these two.” She motions towards Steve and Bucky as if they weren’t super soldiers that could handle anything thrown at them. “You better not hurt her, you hear me. And neither of you better get all controlling alpha on her either. You know she’s a tough cookie but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have people that care about her.”

“I would never dream of it. It’s actually why we’re here. Y/N’s come home upset and we’re trying to figure out why so that we can help her.”

“Yeah, the end of the summer programs tend to get overwhelming for everyone. I bet it can’t be easy for her when she’s also dealing with being a new omega and being bonded recently. Just make sure she has her favorite things for her nest.”

It was like a lightbulb went on at the same time for all three of them. They felt dumb not realizing what it was you needed until now.

“We absolutely will. Thank you Mrs. Levy. Now if you’ll excuse us we would like to take Y/N out to lunch.” Bucky says.

“Remember what I said. You take care of her.”

“Yes ma’am.” All three of them say in unison before going inside and taking you out for lunch.

****

“Surprise.” Steve says as he pulls his hands away from your eyes. He had ambushed you at the door and covered your eyes until he took you further into the apartment.

You blink slowly a few times as you look at what you’re being shown.

“An empty room?”

“Your empty room.” Bucky says as he stands to your left leaving Sam to stand to your right.

“Ok?”

“Well it’s yours.”

“Thank you?” You turn to look at them, still confused. “Did you want me to clean it or something?”

“What? No. It’s for you to do what you like. It’s the room you had your first heat with us in so we thought you might like to make it yours.”

“Isn’t this your personal room Steve?” You say as you walk in and take a look around.

“I took my things and I’m going to redo the study since I’m usually in there the most. We just wanted to give you a space that was just for you. You can do whatever you want with it and we can’t come in unless you ask us to. Or if there is an emergency.”

“Really?” Your eyes seemed brighter immediately and they now know how dumb they had been for not realizing sooner. What you had needed was an alpha free space. Somewhere you could relax without the overwhelming presence of anyone. Most omegas had a room like this.

“Yup. And even more importantly we’re going to take you shopping tomorrow so that you can get anything and everything you want for your room.”

“You’re kidding.”

“We wouldn’t joke about this, sweetheart. We want you to be happy and comfortable, this is your home too. ”

You launch yourself into Steve’s arms and bury your face into his chest as you thank him, then repeat the same actions for Sam and Bucky.

“This is perfect, I can close out my lease at the apartment and just finish bringing my stuff over.” You murmur as you turn back to the room and start making plans. First you call Jules and Wanda and they agree to meet you in about an hour to help you plan what you should do with the room and what you’ll need.

“What about a bed?” Bucky asked as you walked through the store focused on omegas and their needs.

“It’s on my list and they have one here I want to check out. It’s circular. Just imagine all of these pillows and blankets on it. I’m going to make it so comfortable.”

Bucky smiles as you walk ahead with the cart that’s already half full of pillows and blankets. He tracks your movement through the store as you stop by Steve who shows you something he had been holding. You scrunch your nose but shake your head and then kiss his cheek so that he doesn’t feel bad. Next you make your way over to Sam who holds up a diffuser. You nod and Sam places the item in the cart.

The three alphas are more than happy to follow you around the store like love sick puppies. Grabbing everything you point at. When you get to the register they don’t even let you think about paying for a single item, they handle everything. The car ride back to the tower is filled with ideas and requests for help with putting everything together. You’re seated up front while Steve drives and Bucky sits in the back with Sam. You miss the way their eyes light up as you pull up another inspiration picture on Pinterest. How their smiles are soft as they agree to do whatever it is you ask of them. The fondness and love within the bond that connects the four of you as mates soothes your soul.

After a few days of painting and moving and organizing your room, your nest is finished. It’s perfect in every way and it looks better than you had imagined. There are various shelves for all of your current and future books. The bed is a pile of soft and delicate pillows and blankets arranged in a way that provides the most comfort. It also helps that you took some of your alphas’ shirts and hid them in there. You also have a reading nook against the floor to ceiling window.

Seeing everything in its place exactly how you wanted it to be and knowing that it’s all yours causes some emotions to come bubbling up. It was so sudden it almost knocked you off your feet as you began to cry silently. Just as suddenly as the wave of emotion hits you, your alphas are at the door to your room. The feeling is too much for them to handle and they open the door but don’t come in. They don’t have to since you rush towards them and bury your face in someone’s chest.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks as he runs a hand up and down your back in an effort to soothe you.

“I’m sorry.” You say between sniffles. “It’s just so much.”

“What’s so much sunshine?”

You just motion back to the room that’s filled with the things they’ve bought you and some of the things from your apartment.

“Do you not like it?” Steve asks cautiously as you move to wrap your arms around him next.

“I love it, it’s just no one’s ever given me so much. It’s always been me looking out for myself. I mean Jonah and Ricky have been there since day one but no one has ever done this for me. Nobody has ever cared this much.”

You don’t need to say who you were referring to. It’s always been obvious to them that you’ve never had a constant protector in your life. Now there are three.

“I know this is still all new to you and you’re still figuring yourself out but we hope one day you see that we’d give you the world if that’s what you wanted.” Sam says as he comforts you.

“I know that. It’s just difficult to accept sometimes. I was made to feel like I didn’t deserve anything.”

Sam places his hands on your cheeks and tilts your head back. He leans down and kisses you softly.

“You deserve everything. Not just the things in your room but all the love and care and attention.”

“And we’re going to give you all of that and more.” Bucky adds. “You’re just going to have to get used to it, Moonbeam.”

It had been a few days since your nest had been finished, the words your alphas had said played over and over. They were willing to give you everything you wanted but still there were times when it was difficult to ask for something. Your first instinct was to not say or ask for anything but you had to be open to change. You found your alphas hanging out in the living room.

You clear your throat to get their attention. When their eyes are on you, you give them a small smile.

“So, every year at work they have an end of the summer party. Well it’s like a party and a fundraiser event at the same time to try and raise money for events that will happen during fall and winter. It’s next Friday.” You inform them. “I mean I understand if you have missions but if you don’t I’d like you to go with me.”

“You wanna show us off, sweetheart?”

“Maybe.” You smile as you move to sit on Steve’s lap. “So?”

Steve looks over at Sam and Bucky who nod.

“Of course we’ll go.”

“This is going to be great.” You kiss Steve’s cheek and get up. “Jonah told me he was going to ask Wanda to go with him. Now I’m gonna go and figure out our outfits.”

Word quickly got to Tony about your job’s small fundraiser and he reached out to your boss Mr. Burke to make the most of the event. He seemed impressed that you knew Iron man and you realized that he had no idea how many times your mates and Avengers came by the lobby of the community center.

Friday night had rolled around and you had your arm hooked around Bucky’s. The ballroom of the hotel Tony had chosen was decorated in such a beautiful and elegant manner that it had your jaw on the floor. It was definitely far nicer than any end of the summer party your boss had tried to put together. Then again most of the guests were very wealthy people and before you even arrived at the venue your boss’ secretary had messaged you that the community center had surpassed the donations goal. It was great news because that meant that more programs could be held during the fall and winter months and more families could be helped too.

“This is amazing.” Your eyes travel from the people to the venue.

“You should see what Tony can do with more prep time.”

“Mr. Burke would lose his mind if Tony had more time.” You lean into Bucky as you talk.

“I think he’s losing it at this very moment.” He nods toward the direction of your boss who is shaking hands with the Mayor.

Mr. Burke nods and smiles and has no problem talking the Mayor’s ear off, poor sap. It makes you smile though, the community center does a lot of good work and it deserves to be recognized. Bucky leads you to the bar where Ricky, Jules and Jonah are ordering drinks.

“Jules you look amazing.”

“So do you.” She says as she gives you a quick hug.

Wanda soon joins you and everyone begins to have a small conversation. Then Sam and Steve join. It was just the beginning of the evening but you knew this would be the best party the center has ever had.

****

Your alphas take turns dancing with you. First Sam then Steve and now Bucky. He swayed with you. A dopey grin on his face as you stared into each other's eyes. You hum along to the song but Bucky is so into it. He sings along happily but only loud enough for you to hear.

“Just the two- four of us. We can make it if we try.” Bucky mumbles with a chuckle. “Just the four of us. You and I…and Sam and Steve.”

You laugh as Bucky dips you and pulls you back up. The song ends as you pull Bucky in for a kiss. Then he escorts you off of the dance floor. You lean into Steve once you reach him. Steve along with Tony and Nat are having a conversation with Richard and Jules.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Steve whispers into your ear.

“Yeah.” you look up at him and smile. “I’m more than ok. Are you?”

“Just a bit tired but I’m good.”

“We should get out of here then.”

“No, I don’t mind staying a bit longer.”

You smile and look around and shake your head. “We should go anyway.” You nod toward the hallway where the bathrooms are. Sam is pulling Bucky by his tie into the darkened hallway as they kiss. Steve rolls his eyes but takes your hand and leads you down the same hallway.

“Let's go get them and leave before they get banned from this place forever.”

You giggle as you follow Steve through the crowd. Following Sam and Bucky’s intertwined scent is easy enough and soon Steve stops around the corner of where Sam has Bucky pushed up against a wall as they make out. Steve brings you to stand in front of him and you both lean forward and watch as Bucky and Sam get handsy with each other.

“Don’t they look so good together, sweetheart?” Steve whispers in your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine as you nod. “They can’t keep their hands off each other. What do you think they would do if they saw us watching them like this?”

Steve’s hands sit on your hips as he pulls you back against him. He kisses you from your shoulder to his mark on your neck. His hands slowly bunching up the skirt of your dress and then disappearing into your panties. Your eyes flutter closed as you whimper at the contact of Steve’s finger on your clit. When you open them again you meet the darkened eyes of Bucky as he watches you and Steve. He murmurs something and soon Sam looks in your direction.

As quickly as he started, Steve stops. You whine at the loss but he’s moving again and taking you with him. Sam and Bucky are right behind you. Soon enough the four of you are in a conference room. Steve pulls you up onto the table but it’s Sam that kisses you until you’re breathless. Bucky focuses on undressing you and giving attention to your breast. Behind him Steve and Sam are sharing a kiss of their own. It always turns you on to see your mates together like that. It didn’t help that they knew this and loved to put on a show for you.

The mixed scents of the four of you is intoxicating as it fills the room. Steve slots himself between your legs and pulls you closer. Next to you Sam and Bucky were already semi undressed. It wasn’t uncommon for the four of you to get wrapped up in each other. Just four people chasing pleasure and a connection deeper than physical.

It was total bliss as Steve thrusts into you and Bucky kept your moans and his quiet with a kiss. Sam groaned from behind Bucky, his forehead resting against Bucky’s back as he rolled his hips. Soon enough you tense as your orgasm washes over you. Steve follows shortly after with a few stuttered thrusts. He leans forward and captures your lips with his.

“You were so good for me.” He mutters against your lips.

“We should go before someone finds us.”

“You must be joking.” You say as you look at Bucky, still breathless. “My legs are jelly.”

“Yeah, Steve tends to do that.” Sam chuckles as he starts to get redressed and then helps Bucky.

With a groan you sit back up but you wouldn’t change the delicious ache you feel between your legs. Steve helps you fix your dress up. With lasting touches and giggles the four of you sneak back out to the party. Sam pulls you back onto the dance floor.

“I can’t wait to get you home ‘mega.” Sam whispers against your ear.

“Mmm, maybe we should leave.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I don’t think it would take a lot to convince Steve and Bucky.” You reply and you both look over to them and they’re all over each other.

“Let’s go get them.”

You take Sam’s hand and you make your way through the crowd. When you get to the other two alphas you tell them how you would really like to go home and they all but sprint to the front doors. Hand in hand with Sam you follow them. You were more than ready to spend the rest of the night in a tangled mess with your filthy alphas.

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Pup pt. 7

Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!FReader

Warnings: Talks of abuse , being forced a pound, strong cursing towards a person, talks of guns being pointed at reader.

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Brock growled as he watched from the woods as Y/n. Standing far enough away to not be noted as he watched them with binoculars. His wife was being helped and held close to this alpha. Watching them as the Alpha helped her back into his house. The grip on the binoculars was tight as they even cracked like they were going to break under the alphas grip.

Brock wanted to just forget Y/n. She was worthless anyways. He tried to play the nice guy. As his family is getting looked in hard about some shady business. He needed to make sure Y/n trusted him to not tell about the ways of the group. Its why he held off mating her after their marriage. He tried to warm her up and get her to agree to the mating. But she was holding out too long. Brock had needs and this omega was holding out on him. He was losing his temper. Finding his relieve in other omegas. His breaking point was finally her heat came and she refused to have him around her. Locking herself in a room and denying his claiming attempts. He snapped, yelling at her and trying to hold her down. But she got away and got out of the house running. He was going to let her till his father yelled at him to go after her and drag her back here. Now he's been out here for months trying to get this fucking omega back. But she always got away.

Grumbling again he garbed his state out stuff as he headed back in town. It was time to do something about this alpha who was holding his wife from him.

Unknown to Brock there were eyes on him watching him. Watching as he stormed away. A set of beta eyes as he was scoping out the forest after getting reports of hunters in the woods while it wasn't any season for hunting. The beta watched as the alpha walked away back towards the town. Before he backed up and headed back to the ATV. He graded the radio as he paged into the sheriffs office. "This is officer Maximoff. Paging for Sheriff Wilson.".

"Sheriff Wilson Speaking. What you got Pietro?"

"I have eyes on that Alpha you said to keep a look out for. Spotted him outside of Rogers property. Seeming to be watching or stalking the property. He just cleaned up and headed back to Town."

"Good work Maximoff. Finnish your route and head back.".

The two days Sam sent the Maximoff twins off to town to check out if the town heard or saw this alpha around. "Got what did y'all get?". Sam asked as he sat down at his desk looking for the small file he started after Steve informed him about the alpha that might become a problem in town. "Most of the town people have seen him. Said he's been walking around asking about an omega. To the description that Steve gave us. He also has been asking about Steve. But most of the towns people said they gave him no information as he seemed very sketchy about the omega.". Wanda read out all the information she wrote down that she got from different towns people. "And I talked to Old Man John. He said that the alpha was asking about the closest store to be able to buy some camping equipment." Pietro also said as he read the reports he got. Sam nodded as he made quick notes about everything. "Good Work you two. Lets keep a close eye out for this guy. I'm not liking how this is sounding.". Sam said as he finished the file before putting it away. "Pietro head back into town doing rounds. Keep an eye out for him and an hear out if anyone has an problems with him." Sam dismisses them both. Pietro heads out to do this rounds. As Wanda makes her way to the desk. Filing reports and doing check up on certin things.

When a bit later she hears the dig of someone walking into the sheriffs office. She looks up smiling to greet the person. Her smile almost flutters as she sees the Alpha but she keeps herself composed. Trying to hold back her shivers as he walks over to the desk. She can just feel he is bad news. "Hi , welcome to the sheriffs office. How can I help you?". Brock smiled sadly at her. "Hi , I was wondering if the sheriff was in or there is an officer I can talk to?". Wanda nodded as she turns to face him more. "The Sheriff is in. I can go get him for you. But can I ask what this is about?". "There is an alpha in town I'm afraid is holding my wife against her will". Brock told her as he looks down very distressed. Wanda slightly pouted playing up being sad for him as she told him she will get the sheriff for him. If he wanted to take a seat while he waited. The smile falling as she turned away. The alpha tried to pay up the vicitm but the anger was still pouting out of him. Poking through the distressed feeling smells he tried to play out.

Wanda walked over to Sam's office knocking lightly before walking in and shutting the door behind her. "Sir He's here". Sam's head looked up at her surprised. "He? As in Brock Rumlow? the alpha that Steve told us about?". "Yes, said he's here to talk to you about an alpha holding up his wife". Wanda informed him. Sam nodded as he gestured for Wanda to go. "Tell him I will be with him in a second I need to make some calls.".. Wanda nodded as she headed back out. Putting the smile back on her face as she told Brock that the sheriff will be with in a bit.

Sam quickly called Steve. Informing him about what is happening.

--Meanwhile--

Y/n was starting to feel better a little bit. The meds were helping and she was getting use to the crouches. Even helping out Steve were she can. Like sitting and cutting up veggies for dinner and so on. Right now her and Steve were packing and going through his office as he was turning it into a bedroom for Y/n. Even though she said not to. He thought it would be good anyways. She had somewhere to stay till she was back on her feet and then he would have a spare room for friends and family. Plus he didn't use the office anyways. Which was made evident as the office mainly only had packed up boxes. Mostly with stuff like old pictures and stuff Steve just hasn't found a place for.

"Whos this?" Y/n asked. She was sat on a chair as she helped Steve go through some of the stuff to figure out where he would store it. When she came across a compass with a picture of a pretty brunette in it in his desk. Steve looked over as his heart fell a bit seeing the compass. He moved over as he gently took the compass and looked at the picture. "Her names Peggy." Steve said as he sadly smiled at the picture. "Shes...an old friend.". Y/n looked up at him as her eyebrows fall in a sadden look. She can see that look on Steve's face that girl was something more. A look of a deep love. One described in those old romance books. "Just an old friend?". Steve looked back at her as he closed the compass and set it down. A confused look as his eyebrow was raised. "Oh come on Steve. Friends don't look at Friends like that.". Steve sighed as he turned away to sort out some other stuff. "Yes... I was in love with her. .. We were high school sweethearts. She was a Beta but I didn't care. Never been an alpha to care about that shit. I thought she was the one. My one and only. But she moved away. Back home to England as she went to a university over there. so we broke up not able to handle the distances". Y/n softly from sadden for Steve as he seemed to have really loved this girl. "Why didn't you ever go after her?". Steve stopped as he looked down. Only knowing each other a few days. But it seems y/n could read him. Able to tell he wasn't one to give up like that. Especially on love.

"I did.". Steve said softly as he moved to face her again. Leaning back on a smaller shelf behind him. As he crossed his arms sighing as he looked down. "we kept in contact. I worked hard in college and took all the classes I could to graduate early. And once I did I bought a ticket and headed off to England. But when I got there I was too late.". "Too Late?" , Y/n asked watching him. "She moved on. Found a nice beta guy. He was in school working to be a veterinarian. Real nice guy. Treated her like a royalty. What she deserved. She felt bad not telling me. But seeing how she looked at him.... I knew. She moved on. and fell in love with an amazing guy. So I let her go. Headed back home and tried to forget her.". Y/n nodded as she watched the emotions go through Steve. After a moment Y/n spoke up again. "Do you still love her?".

Steve's head snapped up as he looked at Y/n. His eyes ran over her face. As he tried to pick up on her emotions. seeing how she felt about it. But she looked a bit relaxed. Happy to see that Steve was happy. And a little bit sad for Steve's heartbreak. He smiled softly as he looked at her. Caught himself as he noted he wasn't really focusing on her feelings about the situation but more wanting to see her be jealous almost. "No....Not anymore.".

Y/n tries biting back the smile as Steve looks at her. That look that he had when looking at her. It was a soft warm look. One that looking into maybe everything feel like its okay. like a warm , safe place.

There go back to working on cleaning out the room when Y/n excused herself to go to the bathroom. While she was gone , Steve's phone rang. Steve looked confused to see Sam calling him. "Hey Sam what's up?". "Red Star". Steve's heart drops as he used to code name They made up. Steve looked out the door to see Y/n barley getting to the bathroom. A bit slow on the crouches. He softly closed the door before he told Sam to talk as the coast was clear. "Your Alpha guy. Brock. He's here in the office. Asking to talk to me. Apparently he is trying to spin the story that his wife is being held against her will. I haven't fully talked to him yet. That's just what Wanda got from him. But I wanted to call to warn you as when I go out there, I have duty as the sheriff to take this serious and check it out.". Sam warned Steve. "I understand Sam. Thank you for calling me...I have an idea to throw him off. But I don't trust that he won't get upset and do something stupid.". Steve told him. "Don't worry about that I'm having Pietro come for back up along with Bucky. Just keep an hear open, i'm sure we will be up there shortly.". "Alright, thanks again Sam.". Steve said before hanging up with Sam. He sighed as he tossed his phone the side as he hung his head low , shaking his head.

"Steve? ..Everything okay?" Y/n asked as she walked/limped back into the room. Steve sighed again taking a sec before looking back at her. Knowing he needs to tell her. "Y/n.. Something happen or is going to happen i need to prepare you for.". Y/n's eyes scrunched together confused at Steve's very serious face as he helped her to sit back down in the chair. Steve crouched down to be face to face with her. "Brock went to the sheriffs saying I am holding you against your will." "What?" Y/n asked as her heart fell as she started to get scared. Steve took her hands trying to clam her. "He's spinning a tale that I'm holding you against your will, The sheriff is a buddy of mine. He told he was there and that he will have to come here to check on you and hear from you that you want to be here. Now I don't trust that Brock will take that and he will try something... So I have an idea to get him to act out and get arrested. But I need you to trust me." Y/n nodded as she took a deep breath trying to clam herself as she listened to him. "I trust you Steve" Steve softly smiled at her as he gently strokes her hands as he holds them. "The fake mark I gave you the other day.... let me scent it up again as it will seem like I just mated you. Which will probably piss him off.". Y/n nodded as she looked down nervously. Steve watched her trying to read her. "I don't have to if you don't feel comfortable.". Y/ns eyes snapped back up to Steve's. "No! .. sorry no, that's not.. I'm not uncomfortable about the fake mark...Its just....I'll have to face Brock won't I?". Steve fights back the smile as he want's to beam hearing her almost, excitement to have his mark on her , even if it was fake. He looked down composing himself. "Yes, but I'll be by your side the whole time. I promise". Y/n looked down for a second thinking before looking back to Steve nodding. As she agree to it.

Steve pulls back from Y/ns neck as he rebite the mark softly and scenting it. trying to hold back his alpha growl as he hers her softly whimper under him. Thoughts again filling his heads of her as a mate. Finally pulling back as he hears a knock at the door. The scents of Sam and that alpha Brock at the door. He looked at Y/n who looked a bit scared but once she looked back at Steve as he still held her face she calmed down nodding that she was ready. Steve told her to stay there till he called her.

Steve made his way to the door taking a breath before he opened the door. Smiling at Sam. "Sheriff , Hi. What can I do for you?". Sam nodded as he stood on the porch of the cabin Brock was stood down the steps of the porch. looking very pissed off as he looked Steve up and down. "Evening Steve. Sorry to bug you but this gentleman here said that his Wife is being held against her will here. So I need to check in. Is someone named Y/n Rumlow or Y/n L/n here?". Steve nodded as he called for Y/n. Who used the crouches to walk over. Setting them to the side as she leaded on Steve a bit. Asking whats going on with a slight smile. Trying to act like she doesn't see Brock. Who at this was fumming. "Evening Ma'am. Are you Y/n?" Y/n nodded as she looked at the Sheriff Sam. He was an alpha. But had the sweetest and kindest smile and look in his eyes. "Well ma'am I have a Mr. Brock Rumlow who said he is your husband and that you are being held against your will. Is that true?". Y/n's eyes cut back to Brocks. Normal his look would scare her a lot. Knowing what he can do to her. But stand next to Steve and meeting the people like Bucky and Nat. She felt more powerful to be able to get away from him. "No I'm not being held against my will. Mr.Rumlow is my ex husband. I am trying to get a divorce from.". "A divorce! Like hell! We arn't getting a divorce! You are my wife! You are mine! Even if you whored yourself out to this alpha you are still mine! Now lets go Y/n!" Brock growled as he made his way up the stairs and over.

Sam turned and pushed him back. "Mr. Rumlow! Back down now!" Brock growled as he push Sam down the stairs as he reached back into his back of his pants. Pulling out a gun as he pointed it at Y/n. Demanding her to come with him now if she doesn't want to really be hurt. Steve pushed Y/n Behind him as he stared Brock down. Who just smirked. "Even better I'll kill you and that sheriff and take mine Omega back." But as he said that he could hear the sounds of guns cocking behind him. He turned as he sees the sheriff standing with a gun pointed at him. Along with a Beta and an Alpha next to him pointing shotguns at him. As he was distracted Steve stepped in twisting his hand back to take his gun and pointing it back at him.

Sam cuffed the Alpha and walking him to the cop car as he read him his rights as he had Pietro take both Steve and Y/n's statement.

After some time Pietro got all that he needed letting Y/n and Steve go. "Pietro, Send the file to Tony Stark after everything is filed"

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I know this was long! I just couldn't stop writing this part! I hope you enjoy. If you wish to be on the tag list for this story please let me know. As well as I am thinking of having Tony , Peter and Pepper in the next one. What do you think they should be? My idea is Omega Tony and Peter and then Alpha! Pepper. -MM

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darkdarkstucky · 2 years ago

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𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕.

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

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

CHAPTERS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

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Brat Taming: Part 9

Fingers flexed against his hip and a pair of warm lips danced against the back of his neck, a warm broad chest pressed against his. He hummed under his breath and pushed back against the body beside his, the tip of his nose twitching as scents and smells hit his consciousness.

Jake felt himself being ripped from the dream world with every soft subtle flex of fingers on his bare hips, the flutter of lips and the strong scent of black coffee hitting his nose.

“Morning.” The sleepy sound had come with a rebuttal, a soft stroke of flesh against flesh before he had turned and rested his back against the mattress.

Even with blurry vision from his glasses being folded on the nightstand, Jake could make out the form of Ransom laying beside him, now half hovering above his chest. Ransom was watching him, his eyes were still guarded as they usually were, but his lips were slanted into a soft crooked grin, and Jake had parted his lips to speak again only to find himself cut off.

Ransom had leaned down and brushed his lips against Jake’s, kissing his omega tenderly and softly. There was no urgency in the kiss, no rush or need to devour Jake like he and Ari had the night before. It was a physical and emotionally connected greeting to further rouse Jake from sleep, to introduce him back to the waking world as it rose around him.

“Good morning, puppy,” Ransom spoke against his lips before he slowly pulled away and fell back to the bed as Jake had, though his hand had snaked across his bare stomach to rest against his chest.

He had turned his head to study Jake, committing every feature, every mark and crevice to memory as if Ransom was afraid that it would fade from his mind at the nearest point. He had studied Jake while Jake had stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. Jake’s bottom lip was trapped between his teeth and his hands were hooked behind his head as he revelled at the moment with Ransom in bed, all while listening to the sound of Ari messing around in the kitchen.

“You’re beautiful.” Ransom had muttered softly, and almost out of place, reaching for Jake once more. “You are a beautiful omega.”

Jake shivered against Ransom’s touch, preening yet becoming electrified as the alpha had touched him, as the alpha had felt him in every possible way that was as cathartic as it was endearing.

Jake was a shivering mess against Ransom, he was becoming transfixed by the way Ransom’s fingertips had stroked Jake’s flesh. It was almost as if Ransom was trying to feel Jake because there was a part of him that didn’t think he was real, almost as if Ransom didn’t believe he was worthy of his love.

“You are more than you think you are.” Jake had repeated the quote he had once heard, mumbling it in conjecture with Ransom’s soft strokes. “You are a good alpha, you are a good man.”

Ransom kissed him again, he slated his lips against Jake’s and cupped his cheeks to pull him closer. Ransom had brushed his thumbs back and forth against his flesh, the tender exchange was as endearing as it was gentle. Ransom had pulled away and exhaled against Jake’s lips, the warmth of their bodies radiating to each other in the moments they were close.

When Ransom had started to get off the bed, Jake’s gaze followed him as the blanket dropped and Ransom stood bared to Jake. His strong and smooth back was garnering Jake’s attention, the focus of his studious gaze as he ran over every inch of Ransom until his alpha had pulled a soft white shirt over his head, and a pair of cotton boxers up his legs and over his hips.

As Ransom had gotten dressed enough, he turned back and leaned on the bed, eyes sweeping back over Jake. Ransom had chewed on his bottom lip before he cupped Jake’s chin and stole yet another kiss, the brush of lips against lips was short and Ransom had ended the kiss before Jake could lean too heavily into him.

“Up, pup,” Ransom spoke against his lips. “Levinson is cooking for you.”

“For me?” Jake sat further up on the bed, the blanket that had been draped across his body falling in a crumpled mess. He had run his hands through his hair as an action to keep his hands busy, feeling surprisingly bashful about this display of affection.

He was used to this care and this love from you, he was used to the way you both cared about each other. You had been friends, you’d been in love since childhood and that love had morphed into intense devotion. You and Jake had always been together, you’d always been there for each other.

Your entire relationship had been built on the tender moments between both of you, the nights when you had cooked dinner together or ordered take-out and binged whatever show you wanted on Netflix. Jake and you had gone to target in your matching onesies, you’d created blanket and pillow forts in the middle of your apartment for living room campouts.

You took care of each other, but it wasn’t often that Jake had experienced being taken care of.

This felt new to him, this act of intimacy was unexpected. It felt incredibly intimate, the acts of being cared for by Ransom and Ari despite nothing inherently sexual taking place this morning.

It felt as if Jake could let his guard down as if he could afford to let himself be vulnerable around Ari and Ransom the way they wanted him to be. The relationship wasn’t restricted to sexual acts and physical intimacy that had been vibrant between the three of them so far, but it was deeply rooted in emotional connectivity.

It had just taken Jake longer than he expected to feel it.

“Yes, pup.” Ransom reached for Jake’s, hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss his knuckles. “For you.”

Jake leaned against the headboard and exhaled slowly. He heard Ransom leave, he saw him departing the bedroom and waited until the door had closed before he run his fingers through his hair again.

He had closed his eyes, remunerated on the feeling of growing closeness that drew himself, Ari and Ransom together. Jake had waited a moment to gather his thoughts before he departed the bed and grabbed a pair of loose-fitting joggers, yanking them up his legs. He remained bare-chested, only adorning himself with the joggers and his glasses before he opened the door and slipped out of the room.

Jake crept out of the room and moved down the stairs, taking every stair and every step cautiously until he was on the cusp of the living room. He heard Ari and Ransom talking quietly among themselves in the kitchen, the low drawl of their voices beckoning him forward.

Slowly he stepped into the kitchen, almost as if he wasn’t sure what to expect from the two of them. He stood on the edge of the kitchen, bare-chested and barefoot, watching Ransom sipping on tea while Ari poured a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sweet creature.” Ari greeted Jake with a bright, warm smile. He had set the cup down and crossed the kitchen, first setting his hands upon Jake’s hips. Ari had leaned in and brushed his lips against Jake’s, stealing his omega's heart and breath at the very same moment.

Ari hummed into the kiss and pulled away from Jake as he whimpered into the kiss, drawing his hand across his pup’s belly. “I hope you’re hungry, there’s a lot here.”

“I’m starved,” Jake mumbled, his stomach growling aggressively to back up his point.

You turned in the mirror, admiring the lace overlay that encompassed the cream-coloured underlay of the dress that hugged your bust and waist. It was beautiful and breathtaking, it had felt as if it was tailor-made for you and you alone, with every detail somehow accentuating your features.

The dress had a gentle sweeping fullness that made the final hem fall to your lower thighs, with small delicate flowers sewn onto the overlay. The dress still needed to be zipped from the back however you were too busy admiring the details and the design, your fingers and hands constantly running over the flowers and the lace.

“Let me help you,” you hadn’t been aware that he was watching you from the doorframe until Steve had offered to zip your dress.

When he pushed himself off the door frame and cross the floor to meet you, you caught his reflection in the mirror and felt the immediate draw of attraction and desire hit you square in the chest.

He was a beautiful alpha, strong and masculine in every imaginable way without the heavy weight of toxicity that was so wicked in other men. Steve was the epitome of manliness to so many people and so many alphas, yet he didn’t carry any of the usual stereotypes that pertained to alphas or omegas.

“Please,” you drew your hair out of his way, shivering pleasantly when you first felt his fingers graze your back, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, beautiful.” His lips brushed your neck, dancing and trailing delicately like a brush against a canvas, and then you heard the sound of the zipper being drawn up the dress to close the open part. “Are you nervous?”

“About the trip?” He stood behind you, hands resting on your hips while his chest was flush against your back, his lips ever slowly moving along your neck and his teeth grazing your scent glands. “No, why would I…”

Steve caught your gaze in your reflection, his lips parting to place open mouth kisses against your neck and the space behind your ear. You could see it in his eyes, the doubt and the underlying urge for you to open yourself up to him.

He was beckoning you to trust him, to let him in and let him consume you wholly. He wanted you to allow him under your guard, to let your defences down so he could get to know you without any hesitation.

“I want you to mark me, while I’m here.” You exhaled, you revealed your true intent to him while he was feasting on your neck, while he was affectionately making you crumble against him. “Steve, I want you to be the first alpha who marks my neck.”

“Are you sure?” His question hadn’t come entirely from doubt, rather he was asking for reassurance. He was asking for continued permission to touch you, taste you and eventually have you trapped beneath his body while you were plugged with his knot.

Steve wanted you to be sure of your decision, he wanted you to be astutely aware of what this would mean for you. You knew that he would take his time, you knew that he would be ever gentle and careful as he marked and mated you. It was in his nature to make sure this was something you wanted without a shadow of a doubt.

“I trust you,” you repeated your statement, your desire, “I want you, Steve. I want you to be my first.”

“Later,” he hummed in your ear, drawing his hands from your waist to your hips, “not tonight, darling. Tonight I want to take you out, I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Before we go back?” You glanced over your shoulder, studying him as he drew himself away just to grab a jacket for you. “You promise?”

“I promise, sweetheart,” Steve spoke his vow against you, he promised his endearment while leading you out of the bedroom toward the front door of his apartment.

He slipped the jacket around your shoulders and while you were fidgeting with the buttons on the peacoat, Steve had grabbed the heels you were intending on wearing and gently raised your foot to slip the left on.

His fingertips tenderly stroked your ankle, the act so simple and unseemly yet it was undeniably erotic. He wasn’t doing anything that could have been considered even remotely sexual and yet it was affecting you more than you thought possible.

You were rooted to the spot and unyieldingly struck with innate hunger that sunk deep into your belly.

And then he looked at you through your lashes, he looked up at you with striking blue-green eyes, and you were made weak.

“Fuck.” You cursed loudly, the curse falling from your tongue when that desire and hunger had immediately been translated into the cursed stabbing jolt of your heat.

It was as if liquid fire had been injected into your veins, every atom and cell was about to combust. The fire was immense and sweeping, your legs had begun to shake as it pulsed into you. One throb after another, your heart racing from the violent twist of your stomach. You knew exactly what was happening, and it had come sooner than you expected it.

“Steve…” you whimpered his name and he immediately rose to his feet, cupping your cheeks while searching your eyes. “I can’t-“

“You’re in heat.” He finished speaking for you, he finished what you were trying to get out. “We can’t go out, it’ll be dangerous for you.”

“I guess mating and marking is happening sooner rather than later.” Your attempt t make a joke was kiboshed by pain that slammed into your belly, a jolt that was countered by Steve’s lips brushing against your forehead.

“Go get changed, sweetheart. I’ll order in, we’ll have a night here.”

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years ago

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The Fifth day of Christmas: Steve and Fawn

You’ve been dreading today. You know that Steve is going to do something crazy and actually buy you five golden rings. You’d thought about donuts but it felt like a lot of food ideas and honestly you’re kind of sick of making food.

After wracking your brain for what feels like days you decide to just suck it up and buy five boxes of donuts to bring to the fire station. You load Cooper into the car and head to your favorite bakery, Quicksilver’s, and give Pietro a wide smile when you and Cooper walk inside.

“Hey Fawn! Five golden rings?” He asks and you laugh.

“How many of us are doing this?”

“A couple. Probably not as many as you think.”

“I was gonna buy five boxes and bring them to the fire station. Should I not?”

“I don’t know if anyone else is so you should be fine.” He says pulling a box out from under the counter. “What kind so you want?”

“Whatever you want.” You watch as Pietro loads up all five boxes with six donuts each then rings you up. After you pay he picks the boxes up and rounds the counter.

“I’ll carry them out for you Fawn.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” So you lead him out to the car and he loads the donuts into the trunk of the car.

“Are you coming to the Christmas party?”

“Yea, I wouldn’t survive Becca’s disappointment if I didn’t.” He tells you shoving his hands into his pockets. He’s been so good to her, you’ve always liked having Pietro around, even if it was hard on Steve and Bucky for a while.

“See you then. Thanks for the help.”

“See you.” He heads inside and you make your way to the fire station.

When you get there you let Cooper run and you bring the donuts into the station and up to Steve’s office.

“Woah Sweetheart,” he says with a soft laugh, “you clean Pietro out?”

“No, but I figured I’d get enough for everyone. You get first dibs. They are your present after all.”

“Thank you Sweetheart.” Steve says standing as you put the boxes on his desk. He rounds it and presses a kiss to your lips. “You want your present now?”

“If you have it.”

“I do.” He goes into the closet and pulls out a suspiciously small bag. “Happy fifth day Sweetheart.” He says handing you the bag. You open in and open a larger jewelry box than you were expecting. Inside is a pair of gold small hoop earrings, a gold chain necklace, a diamond and gold set bracelet and a gold ring with three black diamonds in it.

“Holy shit, Steve this is too much.”

“Nothing is too much Sweetheart.” He argues as you stare down at the jewelry, “wanna put any of it on?” You nod and set the box down to remove the necklace. “The ring should fit your middle finger.”

“Okay.” You turn away from him and he puts the necklace on as you slip on the ring.

“Bracelet?”

“Are you sure it wasn’t too much?” You can’t help but fret a little, this isn’t supposed to be the biggest gift and if this isn’t the biggest gift what does he have planned for biggest?

“I promise.” He says putting the bracelet on your right wrist.

“Next year we’re putting a price limit on this.” You tell him and he laughs softly before kissing you again.

“Come on Sweetheart. Let me spoil you.” He teases and you give him an amused look and he laughs. “Love you Omega.”

“I love you too Alpha.”

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Steve's manipulation and commanding presence were top notch! And the reveal before the shoe dropped! I'll be his omega and earn that grade. 🔥

28/90/95 from the smut prompts list? 👉👈 with alpha steve? pretty please? ❤️

omg i’m sorry this took so long! without further ado, Alpha!Professor Steve 🥴

Title: Office Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!reader

Summary: You’ve been slacking off lately, and your strict professor takes note.

Warnings: Possessive behavior, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Dubious Consent, Noncon elements, Forced Impregnation/Breeding, Teacher/Student relationship (no underage) and all of the power dynamics that come with that, Manipulation

A/N: I couldn’t get over the idea of possessive professor Steve getting obsessed with a student 🥴😈

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!

You stood outside your professor’s office, bouncing nervously on your toes as you waited for him to call you inside. It was bad enough that he’d called this meeting on a Friday—and not just any Friday; it was the beginning of rush weekend, when all of the various fraternities and sororities on campus would be hosting rager after rager. You were eager to forget the stress of midterms, but before you could, there was this one last hurdle you had to jump.

Probably why he did it, you thought sourly. Professor Rogers was big on life lessons—which went very well with his reputation as the toughest grader in the entire department. You’d been doing decently in his class, attending all of the lectures in addition to a few of the “suggested” supplementary lectures he gave on related topics. All in all, you weren't sure what to make of the strongly worded email you’d just two days ago when mid-term grades had finally been posted.

You pressed your lips into a thin, frustrated line as you recalled some of the more…brusque parts of his email. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and skimmed it again, scowling. Lack of sustained effort, read one. Questionable dedication to the major of your choice, read another. It wasn’t fair—it wasn’t as though you weren’t trying. This was the only class you were averaging below a “B” in, and it certainly wasn’t because you weren’t doing the work. In fact, you could trace your recent drop in grades to just before midterms.

You were even more surprised at the angry email—and the C glaring back at you when you checked your grades on the university website—because, well… you were his favorite. He called on you often in class, wrote encouraging advice in the margins of your papers. Even your advisor was surprised at how well you’d been doing in your first semester. But now, you were looking at a stupid C and you werent sure how you’d gotten there. Maybe you’d slacked off just a little, but it certainly couldn’t be enough to drop you three entire letter grades!

The office door opened, and you hurriedly shoved your phone into your bag. Another girl sped out of the office, and you glimpsed wetness on her cheeks. She sniffled as she shuffled hurriedly away, and you groaned inwardly. That certainly didn’t bode well for you. Professor Rogers turned his attention to you, and a small, cynical smile worked its way onto his handsome face. You hoped he couldn’t scent your nervousness, but by the way his nostrils flared as he looked at you, you knew he did.

“Ah. Come right in.” He stood aside, gesturing for you to follow. You ducked your head and shouldered your bag. You’d never been inside his office before, and you found yourself looking around interestedly. Each wall was lined with old bookshelves, which themselves were brimming with books of all shapes and sizes. His scent was so strong here it was almost dizzying—that deep, woodsy, intrinsically Alpha scent seeping out of every surface. You fought against the false sense of calm that tried to flood you, and swallowed the urges your Omega hind-brain kept sending to snuggle down into the chair and let his scent lull you to sleep.

You sat rigidly on the other side of his desk, watching as Professor Rogers pulled out the matching leather armchair on the other side, settling himself into it. “I’m glad you could make it,” He said, and you swallowed thickly, nodding. “I honestly have some quite...pressing concerns about your performance lately.” He licked his lips, and for a split second, you swore you saw a smirk cross his face. You blinked and it was gone, the same stern expression gracing his features. You shook your head a little and inhaled sharply to clear it.

“O-of course.” You put your bag down on the floor, bringing your hands together in your lap. You shouldn’t have been scenting him at all—maybe the dosage in your suppressants was off—it wouldn’t have been the first time you’d needed to adjust them. Or… had you taken them? Suddenly you couldn’t remember, your morning routine a blur now that it was practically evening. “I, um, also want to clear up any concerns.” He was a major figure in the Art department, and if you wanted your degree, you were going to have to go through him—which would be much harder if he hated you. You’d heard from older students in your same department how much of a hard ass he was—a stickler for the rules.

“Wonderful.” He purred, steepling his fingers as he leaned forward. “How have you been finding class?” He asked, cocking his head at you.

“I, um, I like the class. I’m an art history major, so… I knew I was going to need to...” You trailed off, unsure of what you were supposed to say.

“Would you have taken this class if it wasn’t a requirement for you?” His voice was smooth and sweet like honey wine—but just as potent and dangerous. You played nervously with a lock of your hair.

“Yes, of course, Professor.” You answered honestly. This was by far the hardest course you’d ever taken, but the knowledge was invaluable. “My advisor said it was one of the best ways to, um, prepare myself for working in the field—”

He cut you off with a deep chuckle. “Who’s your advisor?” He asked.

“Oh, um, Strange. Professor Strange.” You said hesitantly. His expression went strained for a moment before he smoothed it over. You wondered for a moment if they liked one another—Professor Strange had warned you about Professor Rogers’ temperament, and about the likelihood that you would fail his course. He began flipping through a manila folder, before producing a printout of your midterm exam—you even recognized the loopy signage of your name at the top.

“Hmm. And even after such sage advice, you still only managed a ‘C’ on your midterm.” Embarrassment heated your cheeks—it was by far the worst grade you’d received that term, that was for sure. He licked the tip of his index finger and flicked the page. “Here. You incorrectly identified the features of neoclassicism—” He pointed to your answer and leaned further over the table. “Can you see from there?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, suddenly hot. You didn’t want to move closer—well, you did, but you were afraid to be even closer to the scent wafting off of him. It had never felt like this during small session labs, or the brief conversations you’d had running into him at the library… No, what you needed to do was end this meeting as quickly as possible, get back to your room and take another dose of suppressants—just in case. Reluctantly, you scooted your chair forward to see. Red pen was scribbled all over your answer, and you squinted, but he moved it quickly, pulling the paper just far away enough to stop you from reading it clearly.

“See?” He asked, in a tone of voice that both made you nervous and eager to please. You nodded, even though you really couldn’t. “It looks like you’re confusing some of the key principles,” He replied, pointing between several of your essay answers. You leaned in a little further, trying to see what he’d written—but all you did was gain yourself a lungful of his scent. Your eyelids drooped, and you had to stop yourself from smiling dopily. “It looks like you’re having trouble. I’ll come around.” He said, and that time, you saw the smirk again.

“N-no. I understand,” You protested weakly, but he shook his head.

“Do you?” Professor Rogers splayed his long fingers out on the desk as he stood up. Your breath hitched. “Let’s look at the next one.” He was behind you in two strides, and you could feel the heat of his body through his white sweater and your own t-shirt as he leaned over you.

“Uh, yes. Okay.” You muttered. All you could think about was how good he smelled, how much you wanted to rub your cheek against his chest. No. Focus. “What’s wrong with that one?” You asked, pinching your own thigh discreetly through your jeans. The pain brought a little much needed clarity, and you began breathing through your mouth instead.

“I didn’t think your answer showed that you really grasped the difference between modern American realism and more typical European realism.” Professor Rogers drawled. He was so close to you, his hip pressed against your shoulder as he pointed to the paper you were barely paying attention to. “What are your study habits like?” He asked, and you frowned.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you study?” He asked again, his tone more than a little condescending. “Or are you too busy partying?” You gaped up at him, uncertain if you’d actually heard what you thought you did. He was looking down at you with a judgemental, cocky expression, his blue eyes fever-bright.

“W-what?” You asked, stunned into silence. This couldn’t be the same Professor Rogers whose lectures you’d attended. The firm, rigidly polite man you saw at campus events, who always greeted you with a charming smile and inquired about your other classes. “Of-of course I study! How can you—” He interrupted you sharply, scoffing.

“I see you, you know,” He continued in that low, casual tone, laying your midterm on the desk as he leaned against it. You wanted to shrink back against the chair, move away from him—but still more of you wanted to rest your head against his denim clad hip and feel his voice thrum through you, regardless of what he was saying. “I go to those ridiculous parties.” Your heart pounded in your chest. He’s… been watching me? Professor Rogers leaned down and you swallowed audibly. “You’re beautiful. Intelligent. Why you insist on dumbing yourself down for these immature boys, I’ll never understand.” He said jealously, narrowing his eyes at you.

Your face heated as you remembered the last party you’d been at, a week prior. You weren’t a party girl, at least, not by your own definition, but you did go out occasionally. Your eyes widened. He’d been there? You felt hot. He licked his lips, his hands tightening on your thighs. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, your fight or flight reflex stuck squarely in the center.

“Remember now, doll?” He asked gruffly, and you let out a little whimper—

Because you did. You’d been drunk, having a good time, dancing. Most of that night was a messy blur, but that voice, that pet name…you recognized them, and it sent shivers down your spine. “You were there.” You could remember flashes that heated your cheeks again—lips on yours, the scratch of his beard against your cheek, fingers curled deep inside you—

“Only to save you from yourself, sweetheart. You’re young—unmarked. If I’m not careful, someone else is going to take what’s mine. I see how you dress, how you act.” The venom in his voice made you gasp—a mistake, because his scent was flooding your senses again and making you feel lightheaded. He dropped down to a squat in front of you, his hands hot when he placed them on your thighs. “I thought you got it.” He muttered quietly, more to himself than to you.

“Professor I don’t understand,” You said, shifting uncomfortably. You couldn’t dislodge his hands from your legs, his grip was like iron. “I’m your student.” Sure, you knew Professor Rogers was handsome—you’d gossiped about him just like anyone else. But the revelation of his interest was unsettling—and heady.

“I was going to wait.” He said softly, rubbing deceptively gentle circles on your knees through your jeans. “I was going to wait—you graduate this year. I was going to go slow.” He stood, releasing you from his hypnotic gaze, only for his hands to wrap around your wrists, tugging you to your feet. Your head felt like it was both all too full of new information, and empty all at the same time. The realization that he’d been watching you, following you, wanting you was both terrifying and enticing—and that scared you. “And then all those interested little boys started sniffing around you and you were entertaining them.

“I was going to make this perfect, but you’re forcing my fucking hand.” You’d never heard Professor Rogers curse, and it made your stomach tie itself into a strange knot inside you. You could feel your Omega instincts kicking at your resolve, practically wailing in your mind.

Alpha is upset with you.

Alpha won’t want you.

But Professor Rogers wasn’t your Alpha, you thought vehemently, trying uselessly to tug yourself out of his hold. No wonder you hadn’t been able to go through with any of your dates—you could remember thinking they smelled wrong, weren’t right. You wondered how often he’d been around, what he’d done to ingrain his scent into your hindbrain so thoroughly that you’d rejected any other male’s advances. You wanted him so much it hurt—though it terrified you all the same.

“We can’t!” You said shrilly, looking up at him with panicked eyes. “You’re my teacher. It’s—it’s—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.” His tongue was in your mouth faster than you could process, suckling your own as his lips moved against you. “I was going to do this the right way,” He growled against your mouth, his hands skimming the heated flesh under your shirt. “Wanted to take you out, make you love me first.” You weren’t fighting anymore, your hands fisted in his shirt as a low whine emitted from your throat. Your skin was on fire—you weren’t in heat, but it damn sure felt close enough as your insides clenched at his touch. “But we can rethink the timeline.”

You felt your thighs slide together slickly, an aching throb beginning at your core. “What’s happening to me?” You asked dazedly, and he smiled down at you affectionately.

“Your body knows, doll. Knows it’s mine. I made sure of it.” Anger laced through you, hot and sharp, even as fresh wetness seeped from your throbbing cunt at his bold claim. Your expression turned defiant, like you were going to argue, and his sharp canines found the fleshy lobe of your ear. You yelped, pressing yourself into his chest. He undid your bra with deft fingers, tossing it onto the ground at your feet. “Oh sweet, we’re gonna be so good together.” He pressed a kiss to your throat, just above your mating gland. “Don’t you want to belong to your Alpha, sweetheart?”

You trembled at the thought. You knew it would be good—you knew he was telling the truth like you knew your own damn name. And though you knew it was wrong, wrong to let your professor put his hands all over you, wrong to want it—you still did. He slid his thigh between yours, grinning down at you as you pressed yourself against him.

“Yes, Alpha.” You mewled, and he groaned, one hand working at the fly of your jeans while the other moved lazily between your breasts, kneading and cupping them.

“I know what you need.” He said authoritatively, sliding two fingers down the front of your panties. He groaned at the feel of your wetness. “Soaked for me already, doll? Knew you were gonna be perfect.” You panted as he began circling your swollen clit with his index finger, smiling against your throat as you shuddered and moaned. “I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. Just Alpha, you understand?” He growled, sucking on your skin hard enough to bruise. You nodded breathlessly. Anything he asked of you in that moment you were ready and willing to do.

“Yes Alpha—” A knock came at the door as you spoke, and you looked up at him, panicked. He glared irritatedly at the door, his fingers still sliding through your folds with wet, sticky noises.

“Yes?” He called, his grip on you tightening as you tried to move away from him. He turned stern eyes on you, shaking his head. “You stay.” He ordered quietly, rolling your clit between two fingers. You whimpered.

“Professor Rogers, it’s Stephen. Strange.”

Your advisor?

You heard Professor Rogers curse under his breath. “Ah, Stephen,” He said, slowly pushing one thick finger inside you. You pressed your face into his shoulder to stifle the moan that ripped from your lips. “I’m a bit busy at the moment. Meeting with a student.” He added a second finger to the first, and you sank your teeth into his shoulder through the sweater, shuddering.

“Yes, well. I was hoping to speak to you quickly, about…” You gasped at the sound of your own name, and then again as Professor Rogers scissored his fingers inside of you. He growled as you clamped down, wet squelches bouncing off of the walls of the office. You couldn’t believe this—how close you were, that it was your professor’s fingers deep inside your cunt getting you there. You wanted to be embarrassed, and you certainly would be when rational thought returned, but now all you wanted was to be full of him.

“And I would love to speak to you about her.” He looked down at you, grinning. He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear as he spoke. “I wonder if he would be surprised to see you here like this, doll.” He said quickly, his voice hot. “Tight little pussy stuffed full of my fingers, about to be stretched open on my knot. Wonder what he would say…” His thumb passed over your clit and you jerked in his arms, a strangled whine escaping your throat as you came.

“I think we’ll have to discuss it another time, Strange.” You slumped in his arms, and he laid you over the desk, uncaring when papers scattered to the floor. You were already wriggling out of your jeans, and Professor Rogers was helping you, tugging them down your legs and spreading them wide, groaning. You weren’t sure if Professor Strange was still there or not—and you didn’t care—your Alpha was going to take care of you, and that was all that mattered.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” He praised you and you preened. Alpha is pleased with you. “Take your shirt off for me, sweetheart. I want to see.” He watched raptly as you tugged your shirt up over your head, and he palmed himself through his jeans before unzipping them. You licked your lips as he pulled his briefs down, his hard cock slapping against your soaking pussy. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.” He caught both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head as he stared down at you hungrily.

He pushed the head of his cock against you and you whimpered, bucking your hips. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me nobody else gets to have this,” He said desperately, trailing precum through the swollen petals of your sex as he thrust against you. Alarm bells were ringing somewhere far off in your mind, but you had no thoughts to spare for them as he slapped his cock against your clit. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Alpha, only ever yours,” You gasped, and he thrust the hard length of himself as deep inside of you as he could go. You squeezed around him, gasping and moaning. Even the sting of his entry felt good, and as he hollowed you out, your lips fell open in bliss. Alpha was right—he knew what you needed, to be filled over and over until you couldn’t think anymore.

“Is that a promise, doll?” He asked, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. You nodded, meeting his dark eyes with your own.

“So good,” you mumbled, your eyes rolling as nonsense spilled from your lips. “So good, Alpha.”

“I know, sweet. I’m going to have you full of my cock all the time. Would you like that?” His hips snapped against yours sharply, and you cried out, writhing. “I know I’d like that.” He trailed hot, sloppy kisses down your jaw, pressing his teeth to the gland at the juncture of your throat and shoulder. Your pussy clamped down around him like a fist and he jerked, cursing. You’d never felt this greedy, this needy, like there was liquid fire in your veins, and only Professor Rogers had the strength to quell it. The fingers of his free hand found your clit again, and you moaned brokenly, throwing your head back against the desk.

Your head might protest it, but your body belonged to him, and you knew it. Mewling cries filled the air, and you realized belatedly that they were coming from you. Howled pleas, begging for something—anything. You felt yourself cresting, falling as your cunt spasmed around him, your juices soaking his cock and the table beneath you as you came hard. “Fu-ck, Alpha!” You sobbed, arching your hips into his heavy thrusts.

“You want Alpha to cum deep in that tight pussy, don’t you?” He panted, his grip tightening on your wrists as he laid into you. “Want me to ruin you on my knot.” You’d just cum, but you still felt hot and needy, clenching in anticipation of him being stuck fast inside you.

“Yes, Professor, please—”

“Then I’ll just have to cum inside,” He growled, his tongue working against the swelling gland under your skin. “I’m going to fuck so many babies into you, doll.” You could hear the desk shaking, scraping against the floor as he slammed his cock into you over and over again, hard and unforgiving thrusts that had you gasping and crying out as he filled you completely. “Can’t wait to see you all full of me, so everyone knows you’re fuckin’ mine, forever—” His teeth broke your flesh as the base of his cock swelled inside you, hot, sticky ropes of cum branding your insides. You came again as he did so, your body going rigid in his arms as he pressed his knot as deep inside you as he could, his teeth in your throat.

When he pulled away from you, you could see your own blood staining his lips. He licked them, savoring the taste of you. Your head was still fuzzy with him, your body buzzing with the aftermath of your coupling. Professor Rogers leaned down to kiss your forehead, before his lips curved into a smile against your sweaty flesh.

“Now I think we can do something about that grade, don’t you, doll?”

Fin.

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