#Silverfox!Stucky x reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brave New World: Part 10

A/N: Scattered smut throughout the entire chapter, use caution if you don’t want to read it

Hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as you were pulled back into powerful thrusts, your back arching off the bed while you chased the heat that burned you from the inside out.

You were breathing heavily, your heart was thrashing in your chest with every powerful jerk of his cock in and out of your seeping cunt. You couldn’t be sure who was behind you and who was in front of you stroking their cock, their scents had bled together and you were weighed down by the fogginess in your mind.

“You’re going to be stretched around my knot,” lips brushed your shoulders, husky and hoarse pleasured threats etched into your skin, “I’m going to fuck you full over and over.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes open, you couldn’t have possibly kept them open when every stroke of his shaft on your spongy pussy walls was bringing you closer to your next powerful and unstoppable orgasm. Every inch of you was electrified, every piece of you had felt the weight of their desire and love, their innate need to destroy you just like you had asked.

“Fuck!” His curse was muffled against your back, his teeth nipping your flesh as his hips jerked violently, his head throbbing while prodding your cervix, the base of his cock swelling as his knot locked the two of you together in a tight bond.

You fell forward with a high-pitched whine, your eyes crewing closed when another surge of heat bloomed in your cunt, his thick and heady seed was being pumped into your pussy as if his cum was trying to coat your walls for control. Your fingers gripped the sheets as your eyes rolled back in your head beneath your eyelids, the constant flow of electricity throughout your body was undeniably addictive.

“Good girl,” when your felt metal against your cheek, you knew that it was Bucky in front of you and Steve behind you, “you are such a good omega.”

You purred, instinctively preening, under their praise. Your body shuddered against Bucky’s cool touch and his endearing verbal affection, the two alphas who had spent the majority of the night fucking you in turn, over and over again to quell the heat and the rut that inflicted all three of you. There was no air of gentility when you were trapped between them when you were made to ride their cocks, when they had fucked you senseless and sent you into pleasured oblivion.

There was no end, no beginning to any of you. There was no clear divide as you fucked each other in the nest, over and over again.

You woke to the sound of grunting and the smell of sex, the elicit sounds stirring you from sleep.

Though your eyes struggled to open and your felt weary beyond all means, you had managed to witness the sight of your alphas together. Bucky was riding Steve, his head thrown back in lust as he rocked his hips against Steve’s thrusts. Bucky’s hands gripped Steve’s shoulders and his sultry moans echoed in the room, the two alphas seeking each other’s pleasure while you rested on the far side of the bed, your chest vibrating with subtle whines and purrs.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky grinned solicitously. He winked at you over his shoulder, a momentary action before his neck was grabbed and he was yanked back to Steve’s level, their lips locking as Steve thrust once more, filling Bucky’s ass with his seed, the creamy spend dripping from his puckered hole when Steve withdrew.

“You’re tired, we didn’t want to wake you.” Steve had answered a question that was never asked, only after Bucky had rolled off of him onto the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you whined, you whimpered and attempted to stretch, the chance stripped from you when piercing heat had struck your belly, “hungry.”

Bucky, despite just being fucked again, reached for you and brushed your hair behind your ear, his cool fingers trailing along your jaw to your chin. He was softly cooing, the two of them so attentive to you, their scents reflecting their desire and want, their need and craving. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your heart skipped a beat the longer he stroked your flesh with his fingers. You gulped down their scents, sinking deep into the comfort they provided and the safety of their nests.

“You need to eat something, you should have a bath.” Steve’s voice was soft as he got off the bed, his crooning tenderness easing your heat temporarily. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

“I’ll help give you a bath.” Bucky’s fingers trailed along your sides, his lips drawing over your neck, memorizing the feel of your flesh, marking the portion of you that would bear the weight of his mark. “Relax, sweetheart. Give me five minutes.”

Bucky, like Steve, had gotten up with ease and departed the bed as if he hadn’t just been fucked stupid. You watched from the bed, blinking languidly while Bucky raised his arms above his head and stretched. You felt ragged, you felt weary despite having serum running through your veins. You didn’t know if it was because this was your first true heat since you’d left your reality, or if you were so ragged and weary because of how intense Steve and Bucky had fucked you.

They hadn’t held back, they hadn’t needed to. You were able to take everything they had given you, they had fucked you endlessly for hours, never once ceasing until you were fucked out and pliant. They had been like beasts, feral and wild animals that had lost total control of themselves when they were making you take their thick and heady lengths. You were fucked stupid; senselessly losing your mind to every jerk of their hips and the friction that drove you to the brink of countless orgasms.

You didn’t know what was playing on the screen in front of you, the black and white movie was completely new to you however it wasn’t the movie you were focusing on. It wasn’t the story of the girl who seemed lost and the wayward friends who were helping her defeat evil that had captivated you, it was Steve and Bucky.

It was the two alphas who had helped clean and care for you after the latest bout of increased heat. The older men with silver and greying hair were still gorgeous and breathtaking, with wisdom and strength that other people would only dream of having. The two men who had and would so starkly defend you with their lives despite only knowing them for a short while.

They were your alphas, they had been hoping and waiting for you without ever knowing if this could be a possibility.

Since omegas had been lost, since they had disappeared almost as if they had gone extinct, Steve and Bucky had no idea if they would ever have the future they desperately wanted.

An omega to call their own, a wife to help fill their empty halls with pups.

It was a life they had always wanted and had been denied again and again. It was a constant setback, one after another. No adoption agency would give them a child to raise, the risk of one or both of them being gone for extended periods, injured or killed was too high. And any beta, even alpha, surrogate they could have wouldn’t have been able to handle a pregnancy with a super-soldier pup.

Until you, they were screwed. They had zero options set out for them, and with a portion of their lives lacking what they’d always wanted, they hadn’t dared seek retirement.

But now, you wondered if they would. Now you wondered if this was going to be the final step in their plan for their lives if they would settle down.

Both men, despite their silvering hair that was littered throughout their natural colour, and the beards that contained the same sign of age, were no less gorgeous than they had ever been. They were still stronger than a majority of men ever would be, and there were still great lengths of their lives left to live. There was no foreseeable end to their youthfulness even at their age.

“I’ve never gotten to see a movie for fun.” It was the first piece of conversation that had come between the three of you, with the movie dialogue and soundtrack playing there hadn’t been any need for you to talk.

Not when you were all closely bundled together in the middle of the couch, with ample room on either side of you. No one wanted or felt the need to talk, not when you were in this temporary and mobile nest enjoying each others’ company while anticipating the next wave of your heat and ruts.

“We were fed lies, government-funded videos to beat their idealism into our heads.” You spoke, you communicated this revelation to the two of them while you had dug deeper into Bucky’s lap, your fingers curling into the material of his Henley.

Bucky’s chest rumbled beneath you, his soft purrs and whines were endearing. He had returned the favour by trailing his fingers up and down your side, his touch tender and warm, perfectly in tune with the sounds of his sense of ease. He was elated, he was peaceful and content at the moment with you and Steve. There was no urgency or rush, he was willing and happy enough to settle with you in this momentary safe nesting space before you returned to the bedroom.

“You will never have to go through that again.” Steve cupped your chin with his forefinger and thumb, tapping the pad of his thumb against the cusp of your bottom lip, tapping twice before he leaned in and kissed you softly.

You were leaning into him, still resting and drawn into Bucky’s lap, your lips captivated by Steve’s while he slowly slipped his hand down the side of your neck to your shoulder, and then further to the sweater you had stolen from the two. His fingers grabbed hold of the ivory-coloured buttons, tilting and pushing them through the button-hole, repeating the same process until the sweater was open and had been able to be pushed down your shoulders.

You angled yourself into him, you mewled in response to his lips trailing down the column of your deck, his teeth nipping your goose-bumped flesh, hands teasing and toying with your hardening nipples. His touch alone was enough to usher in the latest rise of heat and need, the drive to return to the nest upstairs and work your way through this next round.

“We are going to take such good care of you, you are safe,” Bucky whispered in your ears, fingers deftly hooking into the band of your borrowed sweats to yank them over the curve of your ass and down your hips, your bare flesh rubbing cathartically against his erection. “Steve and I are going to protect you, we’re going to take care of you. You will never be hurt again.”

It was a vow, it was a promise that was whispered against your flesh. It was drawn against your chest and your neck, it was communicated in the soft strokes of Steve’s tongue against your nipple and through Bucky’s hips thrusting his bulbous, and still clothed, head of his cock into your bare and slick folds.

You were well onto your way to becoming overwhelmed with the rush of searing heat that came with your cycle, and the driving force of their ruts. The three of you were about to be driven wild with the need to fuck each other again and again, maybe for the last time in this whole cycle. Maybe this would be the final hour-long fuckfest that would finally sate the primordial cycle and send you back into normalcy.

“I love you,” the words fell from your lips, naturally pulled from you when Steve had whispered the same sentiment against the valley of your breasts, and Bucky muttered the endearment against your back, “I love you both, I love you, I love you…”

It was endless, it was never ceasing the way you kept repeating your great love for the alphas who had saved you, who had shown you more care and affection than you had ever felt before in your life.

Steve and Bucky, your life with them, was guaranteed to be good. You knew it was.

“Mark me.” You wove your fingers into Steve’s hair, yanking on the strands, begging him to claim you before the knot, the urgency to have his teeth sink into you was impossible to ignore. “Mark me now-“

He hadn’t waited, he couldn’t wait. Bucky and Steve had acted in turn, one on each side of your neck, their teeth sinking into your scent glands to solidify their claim.

You were trapped between them, without having any knots or being stretched full. You felt their teeth, you felt the steel cables, the fibres of what would be your shared bond snapping into place. It was a permanent fixture, a permanent claim that you would have on them and they would have on you.

It was intense and it was hot, the way that they had taken you and made you theirs.

It was overwhelming and as you moaned their names in some garbled unison, you had been overtaken by surreal and unstoppable happiness.

You were safe. You were loved. You were happy.

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Body Positivity Challenge Masterlist

To everyone who has come forward with their beautiful stories that sooth, empower and make us love ourselves, thank you. I’ll be compiling a list of all the delightful works submitted for this challenge. Be sure to check them out and show some love to the amazing authors who have gifted them to us.

(To join, click here)

Please read all the warnings on these works before reading them. Some of them may contain dark themes, sensitive and triggering issues and imagery, and language. Your media consumption is your responsibility and I would not stand for any hatred against any of the authors. 

The Cut by @punemy-spotted : You cannot carry all your pain on your own

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Muslim-Coded Reader

I cannot put into words how utterly beautiful this fic is. I never expected to get an entry for something as delicate a subject as FGM, and when Tessa submitted this, I was moved to tears. If there ever was a tale of love and acceptance, of forgiving yourself for crimes that were never your own and of a love great enough to overflow the ocean, this is it. 

Delight in your Sweetness by @nbraraeaves :  Zemo needs you, his pet researcher, to be a distraction for him in the field. To your immense surprise, this includes dressing up for a particularly fancy gala and pretending to be his wife. You enjoy this far more than you’d care to admit - especially in light of what comes after.

Pairing: Baron Zemo x curvy!fem!Reader

Mystery, humor, comfort, love and a plot that will steal your breath, those are just a few things that are amazing about this fic. Zemo and the reader will take you on a ride that will leave you hot and bothered, but also feeling so wholesome about yourself. Loving yourself can be difficult, but together, the burden is easier to share. An absolute masterpiece of a story. 

Useless by @ironlady1993​ :  Forced to a life you never wanted to; you carried the baby for two Super soldiers. And to make things worse, you can’t even look at your once perfectly and beautiful body anymore.

Pairing: Dark!Steve rogers x Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes / Steve x Bucky

To every person who considers women a piece of meat, to every person who thinks motherhood makes one weak, this fic is a slap on your patriarchal face. This is a story of attaining self worth and love, of growing to love every mark on your body and to embrace the strength that lays in being a woman and mother. You read this fic and you come out empowered. 

The Bad Days by @avengerslittleprincess

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

There are those days where we look at ourselves and see someone we don't like. There are days when loving ourselves is a task, when accepting someone else's love is a task too. But then again, there is someone in our life ready to tell us our worth, to reflect back our beauty onto us until we become whole again. A perfect, whole fic for when you think "am I really enough?". Because you are.

Rocky Waters by @animnerd : Rose is out with her boyfriend having a great time untill some negative thoughts keep coming up. How will Bucky help out his girl?

Pairing: Bucky x OFC (Rose)

We have those days that take us over, thoughts that start infringing on our lives. When that happens, we need someone to hold us and anchor us, to assure us that the dark and difficult path we'll walk, it won't be alone. This is a story where a small kiss can act as a soothing balm, and one where Rose is never alone.

All you need by @syntheticavenger : Steve whisks you away for your first weekend together to take your mind off of work but sharing a bed together brings back insecurities you’d tried to hide.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

If some day you look into a mirror and cringe, if some day you have trouble uttering the word 'beautiful' to yourself, come here and read this fic. The marks on our body are a part of us and our beauty. They signify growth and strength, they signify beauty. When you forget that, Steve is there to remind you, and so is Synth who came us with this beautiful and wholesome story.

Do you know how beautiful you are? by @animnerd : Rose and Hook were friends for a long time. Rose had feelings for hook. One day while out on Hook’s ship enjoying the day. Rose went below deck to change clothes only to find that she has a new pimple. She flips out and tries to hid it from Hook. While hook find out?

Pairing: Hook x OFC (Rose)

I don't think any of us went through puberty without obsessing over acne and the scars left behind. Some of us struggle right into our adulthood. But reading this fic made me so happy about the bumps and are scars on my face. Beauty is a social construct, and you don't need to be "flawless" to be beautiful ❤️

Perfect Imperfections by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork : After a lifetime of issues with your skin that result in some scaring, you have a condition called hidradenitis suppurativa. (a chronic skin condition that has painful flare ups and leaves scars.) Letting Sam see these imperfections scare you, but he is a patient man.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

The next time you look into a mirror and don't like what you see, it's not you, it's the mirror. The mirror is biased, based on the society's judgement and flawed standards and it flows in us too and makes us doubt our beauty. Reading this beautiful fic helps with that. When your body is marked and you have difficulty accepting that, turn away from the silver mirror and instead look at Sam Wilson who sees only the best and beautiful in you. This will make your heart soar.

What she Deserves by @ladyfallonavenger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (super size not plus size)

When you have one of those moments where you wanna lean against the wall and cry because loving yourself is difficult, read this fic. It's a story of not just having someone who would hold you as you crumble and show you your worth, but also of self acceptance and growth. And if like me you wanna cheer as you read this, don't hesitate. Because you are a badass and a beautiful woman!

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

Are you Ok? by @animnerd : Rose and Steve worked out in the tower. Rose is in pain. Is there something she is not telling Steve?

Pairing: Steve, Wanda, Reader (platonic)

Physical disorders and conditions chip away at our self confidence. On days that we push through the pain to prove we aren't weak, we need friends to hear our unsaid cries. That's what this is about. Friendship that in enduring and without judgement. About strength that is inside and shines brightest when we're broken.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

The Mark of an Angel by @bluemusickid

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Everyday is a battle in this world of plasticity. How does one love themselves when the mirror reflects back what people say is ugly or undesirable? On the days that your body doesn't feel like a beautiful home, read this. It takes time to get over those dark thoughts, but with someone to support you beside you, I am sure you'll power through. I promise you, you'll be smiling towards the end of this.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

To Be So Loved Through It All by @geniedetails : You matched with Andy on a dating app and now it’s time to finally meet him. From 1st to 2nd to 3rd base through texting, things are heating up between you two, but will things be as easy as they were behind the screen?

Pairing: Plus Size! Black! Female! Reader x Silverfox! Daddy! Andy Barber

Have you ever bitten your lip in worry when meeting somebody because you don't think you're enough? Because you've been told your beauty is not actually beauty? If so, read this enchanting tale of two people coming together in the best of ways where body and soul are worshipped and appreciated just like they deserve to be.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

My Angels by @glazedhoneywriting : Being an Omega is tough and Y/N thought she’d never get picked and escape the auction palace but little did she know an Alpha or a pack of them would. Certainly the angels that would take her away from a place of horrors.

Pairing: Alpha!Danneel Harris x Alpha!Etla Harris x Alpha!Rachel Harris x Omega!Reader

For the women who keep their heads down, who try hard to fit into beauty standards, this is for you. Everytime you've felt unworthy and mistreated, read this fic. Not only does it break through gender roles and stereotypes, but also gives you and your body the appreciation it deserves.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

My Love Never Changes by @queenmalhinewahine : You and Steve have put off sex after having a baby. But you put it off even longer because your body is different, everything has shifted. Steve gladly puts those fears to rest.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Changes in our bodies are often difficult to deal with. We start perceiving ourselves as unworthy because of how we look. We think of underserving of love and attention. But then again, there are those in our life whose love for us never changes, no matter how much we do.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Once in a while by @captainapple : You have to deal with your insecurities and Ransom’s family

Pairing : Ransom Drysdale X Chubby! Reader

It's difficult to please everyone. In fact, it's impossible. When the world wants to point out every little flaw in you, even loving yourself can be a task. So this story is a good way of reminding yourself that sometimes, it's okay to be the asshole. It's okay to be selfish and love yourself with abandon. Hold the hand of one who sees beauty in you and be happy.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Lovely Dissonance by @mutants-and-soldiers : After a long hiatus, you’ve decided to throw yourself back into your one passion: Singing. It’s been a rocky road since the accident but you’re ready to get back onto your feet and brush off those singing chops that have been put to the side. You just don’t expect to find something more than just a fulfilling career.

Pairing: singer!Bucky x singer!Reader x pianist!Steve

Being judged by your appearance rather than your talent is something that sadly a lot of us have experienced. I am absolutely in awe of series that so wonderfully captures the double standards of the society so well and how at times we just need someone to see the real us and tell us our worth that goes beyond how we look.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Kiss it better, baby by @shieldedreams : in frank’s eyes, you’re the most beautiful person he’s known. he learns that you don’t see the same and he strives to prove it to you. 

Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader

Sometimes it is difficult to be vulnerable in front of those we love. The fear of our demons is sometimes explicit and sometimes so internalised that we try to forget it. But this fic is proof that if you have someone in your life who truly loves you, who cares for you in a way that is pure and reaches beyond the surface, being vulnerable becomes a blessing. To have someone cherish and love us at our weakest is a beautiful feeling.

💃💃 Body Positivity💃💃

Recalcitrance by @sobluesobeautiful : Jerks, assholes, shamers.This queen doesn’t need a Prince on a white horse to come save the day, but you’ve got no objection if he fucks all the negativity away.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!busty!Short!Reader

We don't realise how much we limit ourselves subconsciously due to the "male gaze". We've been told to look and act a certain way to avoid that kinda attention, but it's so important to realise that we shouldn't have to change because some men are creeps. This is a story of a girl struggling with a body she loves, a tale of a girl trying to be more than a piece of meat. It's her story of meeting a man who loves all of her, and of her loving herself in return.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

My Angel by @saiyanprincessswanie : Steve is proud to call you his wife even when life throws a curve ball and you fall sick. No matter what anyone says you are his saving grace, his beautiful Angel. He will always be happy to remind you how much you mean to him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Disabled!Reader

Strength comes from within. It comes with facing the world with a smile despite how much the world expects you to break down. It comes from having that special someone in your life who will cheer and support you through thick and thin. This was a tale of a woman braving every battle of her life with a heart that never gives up. It's a tale of two people who never stop loving, despite what the world tells them.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

Flowers for the Mirror by @the-soulofdevil

Pairing: None. But ima say Stucky X reader

I have very few words to say about this entry. It's something so raw and potent, something so universal in its hurt and love that I don't think I can express what it is in words. To road to healing is a bumpy one, a almost never ending one, but it's so rewarding. If you're someone who has ever found it difficult to look into a mirror, who has ever felt they weren't beautiful enough, please read this. Your soul will find in these words a kindred spirit

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

Turn the Lights On by @sweetlyscared : You can hide when the lights are off, but Steve will always seek you.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

The journey to love and acceptance is laced with pain and scars. But it's so important to realise that their presence doesn't mar your beauty. It doesn't make you weak or imperfect. It makes you a warrior. A fighter. This fic is for everyone whose scars tell a story that is difficult to put it words. It's a fic to celebrate yourself and your bravery.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Just The Way You Are by @jamesbarnesappreciationclub : Cassia’s inner phoenix awakens thanks to Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC! Cassia Maddox

Healing from the past takes time, but it's easier to do so with a person by your side who sees the best in you. For those who find themselves alone, know that there is always that one person who would go out of their way to make you smile.

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Getting notes together for NaNoWriMo and knowing I'm gonna try to write 50k words in a month is always so daunting.

Don't forget to send asks if you want to! If I'm able to I'll make a drabble/short. You can find what I write here

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Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist

Back in august I decided to join in on the fun and love fest that is the stardust reblog challenge hosted by the lovly @natrace :)

Within this masterlist I will try and sort the fics by month I read them in and by fandom. Mostly you will find MCU fics in here with either Steve or Bucky as the main character, maybe even both. But I do also sometimes read other quite random stuff.

Show them some love and heed the warnings provided. If you are a minor please follow any 18+ plus warnings and just read something else.

september fics

MCU

Bucky x Reader

Kiss Me Like You Mean It (Biker!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Wedding Plans by @angrythingstarlight

Birthday Debriefing (Birthday!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

day one: fingers (Tattooartist!Bucky) by @buckycuddlebuddy

Hungry by @mollygetssherlockcoffee

Personal Sessions (MMA!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Scar tissue by @fandoms-writings

Why do you care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

Pierced through and through (TFATWS!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

What makes a Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

With all my love by @summerofsnowflakes

Love at First Grade (Single Dad!Teacher!Bucky, Single Mom!CEO!Reader) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 19, 20, Epilogue and Deleted Scene 1 read as part of the challenge)

Everything the Light touches (mafia!Bucky) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed HC (baker!Bucky, biker!Bucky, mafia!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed NSFW drabble (lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed Drabble (beefy lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Is it a crime (mob boss!Bucky, mob boss!Reader) by @crazyunsexycool (Part 3 read as part of the challenge)

Once upon a time (librarian!Bucky) by @navybrat817

Something Domestic (ex-military amputee!Bucky) by @fandoms-writings (Epilogue read as part of the challenge)

Steve x Reader

can't keep my hands to myself (Retired!dbf!Steve) by @christywantspizza

Happy Dirthday Doll (Birthday!Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

The Cheerleader (dilf!Steve) by @kinanabinks

You got to my head (Pre-Serum!Steve; tall!Reader) by @barnesmurdock

Patch up (scientist!Reader) by @tooearlyforthis

Unnamed Drabble (mafia!Steve) by @angrythingstarlight

Breach of contract (Senator!Steve) by @imaginedreamwrite (Part 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed Drabble (40s!Steve) by @sanguineterrain

Stucky x Reader

Unnamed Drabble by @becca-e-barnes

In a motel (dom!Steve, sub!Bucky) by @disasterofastory

Misc. fandoms

The Red Sea Diving Resort

Oh So Tempting (Ari Levinson x agent!Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin

TopGun

Falling in and out of love (Maverick x Reader) by @youlightmeupfinn (Part 8 read as part of the challenge)

Logan Lucky

The crash (Dayton White x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

The Fantastic Four (2005 film)

Unnamed Drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Another unnamed drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Once Upon a Time

Unnamed Drabble (sorcerer!Jefferson x familiar!Reader) by @imaginedreamwrite

october fics

november fics

december fics

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

how many series do you have a part already written for but unreleased? so curious 😅

Damn, I'll try to list them off.

Staycation!Thor

Insubordination sequel

Medieval Peter x nun!reader

Western AU, Stucky x reader

Stalker! Frank Castle and dark! Steve x reader (possible one shot or series)

Biker!August Walker

Birch!Frank Castle

Silverfox king Andy Barber

Prof!Bucky and frat!Peter with possible dean!Zemo, College au

Arthur Shelby fic

Medieval Peter x dark!reader

Zemo mob AU

Demon!Steve, Medieval AU (possible ine shot or series)

Stalker Bucky x retail worker!reader

1950s nomad!Steve

1940s housewife au, skinny Steve and Bucky Barnes

Mob!Brock Rumlow

And those are the ones I have sorted in my drive, I'm slowly trying to organize better. I have one shots in progress too and only included those that I'm uncertain about the length. Feel free to ask about any of these! I can offer a little bit at least for each in terms of details.😃

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Brave New World: Part 11

“Grumpy old men.” Natasha leaned toward the camera, her green eyes narrowed in question through the video call that had been missed twice now. “How’s being mated for the second time? Is it everything you hoped for?”

Through the screen, both Steve and Bucky could make out the slightly blurred lines of colourful ink and the shaky sketch of a sun peeking through clouds. The picture itself was kept behind a frame made of dark wood that was hung on the wall, the colourful image was partially shielded by Natasha’s body and head yet they could still make out the rough lines. It was a gift from one of Clint’s kids and had largely represented what they had all wanted: mates, pups and the blissfulness of life at home.

Steve and Bucky had no other chance for pups, they had been told no by countless different doctors and with enough vehemence to make the alphas completely give up on their dreams of kids. They were destined to spend their lives feeling like something was missing from their lives and despite the happiness, they had with each other, there was always a want for more.

With Bucky and Steve’s desires temporarily resolved, they had kept to the constant fights that raged the world, until they found you. Now they had the ability to experience everything they ever desired, to have what they had always craved.

“Better than we thought it could be.” It was a peacefulness that rolled off Bucky’s tongue, a kind of easement that had drawn admiration from their close friend. “Her heat was intense.”

“I know.” Natasha leaned back against her desk chair and crossed her arms over her chest, her red hair pulled out of her face in a simple plait, the messy nature of the bride indicating how relaxed she was.

“Strange, Bruce and I have been working over the samples we took from her when she arrived. She is, as far as we can tell, completely pumped full of super-soldier serum. We talked about it before, and we mentioned that her heat would be intense and it was all designed for omegas to carry healthy pregnancies without issues.” Her eyebrows had furrowed and there was distance reflected in her eyes, a far-off look that led to an intense moment of thought.

Steve and Bucky were watching her through the screen, taking the time given to them while she slept and regained her strength from the debilitating heat. It left you exhausted and drained, even as enhanced as it was, you were tired from the sheer amount of sex you’d had with Steve and Bucky. They had done everything they could too and with you, the three of you joined by heart, mind, body and soul.

“We’ve run simulations and we think the first heat with you could result in pregnancy. It’s…extremely likely that she’ll come out of this first heat expecting. Even if she isn’t pregnant, you should start making a nest sooner rather than later. She will become agitated unless she has a space of her own, separate from your room. She will likely have an anxiety attack when she finds outs she’s pregnant, it’s been drilled into her mind from her previous reality that she was nothing but an incubator.” Natasha addressed them with unreserved honesty, a message that would hit them with both urgency and caution.

Steve and Bucky hadn’t denied or argued with her warning, they had already known that there would be some fallout and reactionary anxiousness. Both Steve and Bucky knew that the damage is done to you by the reality you escaped were not ridden from you, it was still there within your mind. Whether you knew it or not, whether you wanted to acknowledge needing help, you needed someone to talk to.

“She needs therapy.” Bucky verbalized what they were both thinking, the truth able to fall from his tongue without a struggle, it was fuelled by the instinctual need to protect and shield his mate. “She’s been through hell. Physically she’s safe but emotionally and psychologically…”

“I agree, she needs therapy. I know a psychotherapist who can help, she can telecommunicate or you could arrange to have her come to you.” Natasha drew herself away from the screen and stood, signalling the end of the video call. “Get started on a nest, make her feel comfortable. It’s more likely than not-“

“We’ll let you know when we know.” Steve astutely answered before Natasha could finish, attempting to keep himself as levelheaded as possible despite the bubbling excitement that started to boil under his skin.

“I’m happy for you too. Hurt her and I’ll come deal with you personally.” The call ended with three beeps, the black screen reflecting their own image while the two sat still and rigid.

Steve and Bucky remained still as they processed the information they had been given. It hadn’t felt like anything new to them. They knew the super-soldier serum that you’d been given had made your heat more intense, they had been through one, and they knew that what you had been given was meant to result in a pregnancy as soon as possible. They knew that and yet it felt as if this was the first time they were hearing this, it was as if this was the first time they’d been allowed to fully comprehend what was said to them.

They wanted pups so damn badly, it’s what they’d been dreaming of and hoping for. Their deepest and most intense desire for an omega and children was on the cusp of becoming fulfilled, they were finally able to have the kind of white picket fence they’d only dreamed of.

“Y/N,” they called your name, ascending the stairs with something for you to eat and some tea to help you recover from your heat, “can we come in?”

Given all that you had been through and what you survived, something as small and minute as asking permission to come into your space was pivotal. You weren’t given the kind of rights you deserved, your entire life had been controlled for the betterment of people who didn’t deserve you. It was integral that both Steve and Bucky gave you the choice an the freedom to be able to shut them out if you wanted.

“I’m in here.” You answered quietly, following your first statement with a soft ‘yes’, granting them permission to step into the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the mirror is where they found you. Clothes scattered around the room were an unassuming mark of chaos from your need to build and rebuild your first-ever nest. Since you’d gone through your first heat and had been marked, mated in full, you had been dealing with the shift in your emotional, mental and physiological being.

Your previous reality stripped omegas of their ability to be marked and mated, to be loved and cared for like they should have been. You had never truly learned or been made aware of the changes that would come upon you after being given their marks, even being taught by them wasn’t enough.

Steve entered behind Bucky, setting the plain wooden tray of food and tea down on the top of the dresser arranging it in a way that it wouldn’t fall off and then he joined Bucky. The two of them had sat close behind you, Bucky to your left and Steve to your right, both your alphas presenting themselves with comfort and warmth.

“We should talk,” Bucky had broken the silence between you, reaching out to rest his hand on your arm, fingers trailing the soft edge of your elbow. “Y/N, sweetheart can we talk-“

You had gripped Steve’s shirt tightly in your hand, your fingers wrapped in the soft cotton as if it was a security blanket. You hadn’t answered Bucky at the moment, rather you had lifted Steve’s shirt to your nose and inhaled his scent, a gentle shiver rushing through you. Only when you were ready had you turned back to look at them, guarding yourself and your abdomen instinctively.

“You have to promise me…” You twisted his shirt in your hands, easing yourself to the point where you could communicate what you had on your mind, regardless of the self-preservation you wished to root yourself in. “I know I’ll end up pregnant sooner than later.”

“Y/N-“ Bucky cupped your arm, his thumb brushing your skin back and forth as you swallowed your words and fidgeted where you sat.

“I know you both want children, I’m not…it’s almost impossible for me not to end up pregnant from this first heat and…” They could see you biting down on the inside of your cheek, they could see the wheels in your head turning, every thought and experience you’d had in your previous reality coming back to haunt you.

“It’s why we were injected with the super-soldier serum, we were the fix for a broken world. We were the solution even against our will, and I know that you’re not-“ you averted your gaze, digging your nails into your bare legs through Steve’s shirt. They could detect every pulse of fear that was being pushed through your scent, they could detect every strike of anxiety and antic, every hit of survivor’s instinct that told you to do whatever it took.

“If you’re not ready…we can take care of it.” Steve moved closer to you, resting his hand on your knee and using the other to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Take care of it?” Your eyebrows had become furrowed and your lips pursed in thought. You reached for both of them, hands grasping onto their forearms, stabilizing yourself while your mind ran wild in different directions. Your screwed your eyes closed and took a deep, slow breath to calm yourself down, fixating yourself on Steve and Bucky as your alphas.

“I know what you mean, I know what you’re talking about.” You leaned forward, further toward them both, and exhaled slowly. “I never thought I would have this chance, to have a choice and to be in a safe enough place that I would want…this.”

“Despite what we want, it’s your choice.” Bucky tipped your chin, catching and holding your wavering gaze. “Regardless of what Steve and I want, it’s ultimately your choice. We want your happiness, we want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

“I want this, I want pups. I always have but I wanted them on my own terms.” You grabbed Bucky’s hands first, resting it upon your stomach, weaving your fingers in with his. “I wanted the right to choose, I wanted the freedom to decide for myself. When I gave myself to you, both of you, I knew that this was my choice to make. The serum it’s…it can only control me so much, but this is all I’ve ever wanted. I just wanted to choose for myself.”

“You have the choice, you have the freedom to decide.” Steve whispered to you, he welcomed you to lean into him and settle yourself into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him, hiding your face in his neck while breathing in his comforting scent and revelling in the safety he gave you.

“I want this, with both of you. I want this because I can choose to.” You mumbled against his neck, curling in on him with your legs drawn to your chest. “You have to promise me something.”

“Anything, doll.” Bucky encroached on you and Steve, the two of them creating this barrier that figuratively protected you from the world. “Whatever you need.”

“Promise me that you won’t let anything happen to us.” You craned your neck and looked at Steve through your lashes, vulnerable with him and Bucky in a way you’d never been with anyone else.

“No one,” Bucky drew his hand to you, cupping your jaw in his soft yet strong hand, “will hurt you. No one will ever hurt you like that again, I promise.”

“We both do.”

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Brave New Word: Part 9

The sound of a scream had roused you from your sleep, and the startling sound of another omega crying and pleading had sent you flying from your bed toward the window.

Your fingers gripped and pulled at the sealed frame attempting to lift it open, a desperation to have access just so you could get a clear picture of what was happening.

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest, despite the height of the floor you were on you could see and hear the omega being dragged out of the boarding facility while screaming at the top of her lungs.

She was kicking and screaming, she was begging for them not to take her, pleading with anyone that could hear her return to the grim and supposed safety of the school.

The man who was taking her was taking her when she was half-dressed, only wearing the standard night robe that you were all given an hour before bed. It was all in an attempt to control omegas in every way, from the rooms you had that would only open at a set time and would lock for the night with pressurized pneumatics that made them impossible to open.

The clothes you received were given to you by the alphas and betas in charge, the people who had determined how you would look and what you would act like.

Even the food you ate was all monitored and controlled, coming in pre-sealed packages that contained anti-tampering monitors. The omegas, all of you had felt as if you were in a prison rather than a boarding school and there would never, had never, been a chance for you.

Life was teetering close to the edge of extinction, and the omegas were seen as a commodity and not a living being.

“She was taken in the middle of the night, she’s being sent overseas. Somewhere in Eastern Europe.” You had found out the day after that the omega you’d seen clawing for her right to be free, fighting with every ounce of her willpower, had been bought.

She had been bought like she had no more value than a vehicle. She was gone, she was going to be used for breeding or pleasure, over and over again until she had succumbed to her misery. That was the promise for the rest of you, you would all be used.

No one was coming to save you.

There was a path carved through the trees that would lead directly to the wooden dock built upon the shoreline that led out to the water, the end of the pier ten feet out from the water’s edge. The path through the trees that led to the edge of the water was marked with weathered posts that were secured in a path by a few feet of rope tying one to the next.

You had almost debated heading straight to the water instead of heading into the cottage that would be your home for the next foreseeable future. Your temptation to head to the crystalline water was embedded in your inability to enjoy the crisp water before.

Your life was never meant for simple pleasures, you were never meant to enjoy yourself in the world you’d come from. Everything around you was curated to keep you as isolated and restricted as you could and now that you were out of that reality hellscape, you wanted to do it all.

You wanted to experience every good thing in the world that you could, even the minimalistic things like feeling the sand between your toes or laying out all day in the sun.

You were a freed omega, you were no longer constrained in a world where everything you had, everything you were, was reduced to your abilities to be used and bred for your ability to carry a baby to full term. You were no longer given the tumultuous title of a fertile omega who had one purpose in your life, that was a portion of your life that you would never have to return to.

“Things are going to be better now, you never have to go back to that.” The sentiment was simple yet short, it was a promise and a vow that you would and could be more than they made you think you were.

“Y/N,” Steve’s voice drew you away from the path you wanted to take, the husky yet dulcet tone bringing you back to the present, “you should come inside, we’ll start building a nest.”

You turned to look at him, standing a fair distance away as you swallowed and drew your hands over your legs. You wiped the sweat from your palms, your mind racing as you struggled to come to terms with what you knew was an unspoken truth.

You had never made a nest, you had never once been given the chance to make a nest and you wouldn’t have even known where to begin. You were never allowed to create a safe place like a nest because that wasn’t quintessential to you being able to carry pups.

You had enhanced heat, you had some altered super soldier serum in your body that made every symptom stronger. You, like other omegas, were there for a single purpose.

Nesting and safe spaces, that was never considered a necessity, at least not while you were at the facility meant to keep you contained before you were taken or sent somewhere.

Even beyond that, you were never guaranteed a nest, not when you didn’t know where or who you would end up with. You were never sure that you would end up with anyone with a conscience. The alpha who wanted to use omegas for their abilities to be bred would have never given the comforts omegas needed while the alphas and betas who wanted to help omegas escape didn’t have the time or the resources to allow nests.

Life on the run, life living between floorboards and in safe rooms was not ideal for a nest even if you had the possible comforts.

“You’ve never..?” Steve had looked back at Bucky, and the two of them struck silent.

There was a passive tension that had surged between them as they communicated with each other silencing them, the glances as their subtle way of speaking without uttering a word were impressive, to say the least.

Their communication wasn’t isolated to the glances that had passed back and forth from one to the other, there was a sharp rise to their scents that had acted as a secondary nonverbal communication. The stark difference in their scents from how they were originally had been an indication of who they were as alphas and how deeply they had cared about you.

It was startling in a way, their devotion to making you comfortable and as safe in the world as it was.

“We should go inside and start getting settled, we have a lot to talk about.” Bucky had called from the wraparound deck, his fist clenching around the door handle as he grit his teeth and his eyes flashed.

He was on the edge of slipping into a certain place in his hindbrain that had been naturally engrained in his entire being, a place that told him as an alpha that his omega was mistreated and that treatment had been as egregious to Bucky and Steve as it was to you.

“I’m coming.” You swallowed thickly your throat feeling tighter as you stepped toward him, you had trounced up the steps of the deck and bristled past Steve.

You felt his scent radiating and pulsating in soft ripples, like calm water that had been disrupted by a stone skipping across the surface. You had wanted to lean into his scent and let it wash over everything inch of you, coating and cascading across your own.

You had stopped on your own accord when you were near Bucky, the sensation of something changing within your body had rapidly come upon you with a stab to your lower abdomen. Your hand flew out toward Bucky, gripping the front of his shirt as you felt the urge to double over. Your head began to throb, pulsating with a steady and torrid hammering. It had carried a destructive weight, almost as if a cannonball had been fired off in your skull.

The first pained shriek had acutely sounded like a wounded animal, no sooner had the sound been ripped from your throat had your legs given out beneath you. You collapsed to the wooden deck with a steady thud as the heat began to pulsate through your veins, the agonizing spike of your heat coursing through you.

“Y/N,” Bucky had helped lift you from the deck, he had supported you while you whimpered softly, your mind was soon enough overtaken with scrambled thoughts, “you’re in your heat. We need to get you inside.”

“Shit, Buck…” Steve had dropped what he had and followed him with a fire under his ass, heading inside the cabin before he slammed the door shut. “She’s gonna set our ruts off.”

“It hurts,” your whimpers turned to cries, your cries turned to sobs, “everything hurts. It hurts so bad, Bucky it hurts so bad. I’m being burned alive, Steve it fucking hurts!”

Bucky handed you off to Steve, breathing deeply as he gulped down your scent, the sudden brush of your enhanced heat had started to cut the threads within the two alphas.

The threads that had been holding back their ruts were being tugged and broken to pieces, fragments that started to loosen their ability to keep control of themselves. Your heat was a cataclysmic trigger that would start the beginning of their ruts, leading to a snowball effect that would hit all three of you.

“It’s burning, I’m burning. I can’t-“ You couldn’t tear your jacket off you soon enough, you couldn’t have ripped the material away from you or thrown it over your shoulder into a rumpled mess to bring you any kind of ease.

“The serum makes her heat more unbearable, it’s a mechanism they would have used to guarantee that any pregnancy resulting from a heat cycle would take without any cause for trouble. It was their method of guaranteeing the population grew.” Dr. Banner and Natasha had informed them of exactly what was in your veins before Steve and Bucky left the city to find you.

“The serum was altered for omegas, but she has the same strength and abilities that you would. When her heat starts, you have to know that you won’t hurt her. You don’t have to worry about holding back, she can take it.”

“Let me help you,” Steve reached for you, he attempted to help you get out of the layers you found constrictive, and had almost missed your hand flying toward him to knock him back, “Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you-“

He was struck again, the second time you reached for him had resulted in a blow to his chest as your body had become overtaken with heat. You were continuously trying to remove any and all clothes from your body, grappling with the layers that had remained while Bucky had begun yanking water bottles out of the fridge into his arms.

Steve had countered the third strike and grabbed your arms in his hands, using a bolster of strength to pin you to the floor while he restrained your legs.

He had to physically sit upon your thighs while you fought against him, struggling to get him off of you. He knew exactly what was going on in your mind, he had dealt with these episodes when Bucky had been detoxing from Hydra even after his time in Wakanda. Steve couldn’t count on one hand how many times he had to hold Bucky down while he had been hit with nightmares from the events of his past.

Your heat triggered memories of your recent past that were becoming entangled in one another, so much so that you had become completely overwhelmed.

“Omega listen to me,” Steve had nearly lost hold of your right arm, the sharp tug of your arm pulling him down onto your chest, his whole body weighing you down, “you are okay. You are going to be okay, you’re safe here.”

“We need to get her upstairs. We need to get her isolated to our room, the fewer scents she has access to the easier it’ll be to calm her down.” Bucky was already halfway down the steps after dumping the water into the bedroom, carrying a weighted blanket in his arms instead of plastic.

“Y/N, omega-“ Steve recoiled when you threw yourself toward him, reacting defensively to get him off of you.

“Sweetheart…” Bucky had knelt above you, his hands cupping the sides of your head told hold you still, the weight of their hands upon you finally stilling you, “you need to stop fighting.”

“Stop fighting, now.” Steve’s alpha command was soft-spoken yet firm, it had come with a directive that had you shuddering beneath him. It was a ripple that coursed down your spine, a few pulses of your scent and your heat settling into their skin.

You had slowly dropped your gaze from Bucky to Steve, your chest rising and falling with every shaking breath that rattled you.

“I’m scared,” you whined, the temperature of your body spiking and radiating through your palms, “I’m so damn scared.”

“You’re okay, little omega.” Bucky had ducked down and kissed you, he had tenderly grazed his lips against yours before exhaling softly. “Steve and I are going to take care of you, we’re going to make sure you’re okay.”

“No one is going to hurt you. You are safe with us.” Steve had given you the same glimmer of reassurance before he slowly recoiled and let go of your hands. “We’re going to take you upstairs, we’re going to give you a safe place to go through your heat.”

“I need…” you cringed as another wave heat crashed into you, a stark shudder running through you, “I need you…I need-“

“We gotta get her upstairs.” Bucky had stood and helped you stand, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you supported against his side. “We should let Nat know-“

“I’ll be right there.” Steve nodded, already pulling his cellphone from his pocket.

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Brave New World: Part 12

A/N: Trigger warnings for mentions of misogyny, sexism towards women, forceful confinement

It was the sharp cry that pierced the dark wing that had initially woken you up. It was a sharp and startling sound that broke you from your slumber, drawing you upright in your bed with a sudden jolt.

Immediately, you reached for the sides of your bed and curled your fingers in the sheets as a method to ground yourself. To hold yourself to the thin and old mattress, one with springs that were poking through your equally thin nightgown.

You have recently been thrown into a new yet seemingly endless, hellish environment. The move from a private room to the shared room was necessary to make space for another influx of omegas who had been brought to the facility.

Through the thin walls of the shared women’s ward you were thrown into, it was glaringly obvious that some pregnant omegas, used as surrogates and breeding machines, had given birth early.

There was an urgency to give birth before the due date, a necessity to try to save both mother and child from a fate that was unfair for both of them, however, the child would fare much better than she would.

“Shut up! Shut up!” One of the other omegas on this crowded floor raised her voice harshly, caring neither for the other woman in another room nor the consequences that would come to the poor mother.

You reacted quickly and threw the blankets off you, stumbling and falling to your hand and knees due to the process of them administering more drugs to your body. As your knees and hands had banged against the creaky wood, another sharp cry had been heard through the walls of this place.

Your weariness had made you crawl, initially, and as you traversed your way to the next rows of beds, that same woman screamed again, thrashing against the holds that kept her in place.

You could see her struggling, the latest douse of serum altering her brain chemistry and inducing temporary psychosis. Despite her aggression toward the mother and child in the birthing unit, you wished the other omega luck on getting past this debilitation. You knew full well that if she hadn’t recovered from this aftereffect, she would have been thrown into one of the many pleasure houses and used as a toy.

If she hadn’t recovered, she would be discarded as if she was nothing more than a heat receptacle for alphas.

“Please, you have to be quite. Please, if you don’t they’ll come down on all of us!”

There was a steady thud of her back against the bed as she violently rocked herself back and forth, creating her own despotism hold of her world as she saw it. She was so far in her head and in her madness created by this last bout of the serum, she hadn’t realized that rocking back and forth as violently as she had would create more hell for you all.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She screamed three more times before another omega had risen to her feet, stumbling just as you had, and started toward the bed.

With the one omega woman behind dealt with, you felt secure enough to rise to your feet after reaching for one of the rails of the metal bed. Your hands gripped the end of the footboard, and you slowly pushed yourself to stand, your legs and feet aching to the point where it felt like they were burning.

Still, despite the aching in your bones, you pushed yourself further. You took every step cautiously, fearing that at any point one of the guards would come for you, for all of you, to deliver swift punishment. It wasn’t just you that would suffer for being out of bed, rather harsh consequences would come to every omega.

Even those that were sleeping.

“Shut that thing up!” there were hurried whispers in the room that followed an outburst, the direct order coming from the oldest omega in the room and focused on the woman in a mental break. “Shut her up, or we’ll all get it!”

You paid no mind to the order and focused on getting out of the room you were in, to head to the birthing ward. While you had known the door would be locked and access was denied to you and anyone else in the room, you also knew that one of the panels on the left-hand side of the wall was fabricated and easy to remove.

With the thinness of the walls and this falsified covering, you could easily slip from one room to another, and once you’d gotten to the other room you could help the omega who just gave birth. Or at least you could attempt to help, you could attempt to console her and her child, make an effort to extend what little kindness you could while being trapped here.

“I said shut her up!” The oldest omega yelled again, her voice carrying as you removed the panel and began to slip into the crawl space, keeping yourself as small as possible in order to make your way from one room to the other.

A shiver ran up your spine when your feet hit the other panel, the cold metal piercing your skin through the soles of your feet. The sensation was temporary, it had evaporated the moment you kicked the panel loose and managed to pull yourself through, coming into the other room.

You struggled to stand, a shake to your knees and thighs had almost made you tumble back to the floor, your hand already outstretched before you caught yourself.

The newborn was hastily wrapped in a thin blanket, squirming and still squawking with a great set of lungs that would have aided a career in entertainment further down their life. You had heard the omegas in the other room struggling to stop the maddened omega from raising too much of a complaint while this poor woman had just given birth.

Your approach was slow and calculated. You didn’t dare try to cause another sound to alert the betas and controlled alphas who ran this facility. You were already on their radar, already someone they wanted to study and watch, an omega who they had wanted to get rid of.

“Please,” she pleaded with you, simpering soft voice almost a wail, “they’ll take my baby. If they hear…”

The chirp of an alarm somewhere else in the facility prickled your skin, your stomach bubbling with unease and caution.

“Shh,” she rocked her child, her eyes wide and her lips parted with every attempt at quieting her child, “please…please-!”

“You’re a breeder,” you already knew she was and yet, it felt as if this reality was just hitting you, “they’re supposed to be coming for you but-”

“— I gave birth early, without medication. Without-”

Your heart nearly leapt from your chest as another bang had resounded somewhere in the building, a ghostly echo of something nefarious happening somewhere else. You stepped closer to her, hands shaking and your eyes growing wide in size, unable to truly think or react to what was going on around you.

Women, omegas, restrained to beds with what had once been softened cuffs but had now become rough, were lining the room from one end to the next. They were laying on nothing more than tufts of stuffing bound in thin canvas, a state that even cattle wouldn’t be permitted to lay on.

“They’ll take my baby, help me.” The omega was whimpering, and it wasn’t until now that you’d realized she was weakened by giving birth.

It hadn’t been until that moment that you’d even been aware that she was bleeding. The tang of copper hits your nose, mixing disgustingly with the smell of mildew and stale dust.

“You’re dying.” You crept closer and sank to your knees beside her bed, your hands curling against the cheap canvas bed. “You don’t have time.”

“Take my baby,” she turned to look at you, eyes losing their light and her breathing becoming shallow, “don’t let them have her. Don’t let her fall to the fate.”

“I can’t, don’t give her to me. I can’t take her. I can’t keep her, I can’t-” you stumbled over your words, fumbling as you tried to speak and make your case for not taking the child, for not taking the baby to be punished.

“Find someone, please promise me-” the babe was pushed into your arms, instincts leading you to cradle the child, and with a purpose thrust upon you, you rose to your feet and balanced tenderly.

“Thank you, Y/N. You,” the omega heaved, desperately fighting for breath, “you’re my family…my sister-”

Hours bled into days, and days had shifted into the next week.

While your heat had come and gone, while you had been marked and mated, you had never let go of the expectation that you would become pregnant. It was what you had been altered to do, to become a vessel for pups to boost the population that was faltering.

Whether it was this reality or the one you had escaped from, the result was the same. Your body and your DNA, your every genome, was geared toward fertility and pregnancy.

Even now, you could feel it.

Even now, only a week after you had been marked and mated, you knew your body was flush with life. You had narily placed your hand upon your belly, still unaffected by your growing child, and knew you were expecting.

If it hadn’t been the nesting you had done when you expressed your anxiety about being a mother, to the empathy of your mates, then this would have been every indication that it had happened.

Your stomach turned once, just once, and your sense of smell had increased with the changes in your body, and you knew. It was obvious, it was painstakingly clear that you were now doing what they had always intended you to do, only now it was by your choice.

Now, you have the decision to keep the child while in a safe and loving environment.

It’s the soft rapping on the door that audibly announces their presence on the other side of the door, but it’s hardly the first indicator that they were going to find you. With your new heightened senses, already increased from the serum before you were pregnant, you already knew.

It was their scent that carried, it was the sounds they made as they walked around and throughout the cabin. It was the soft mumbling of Bucky as he reiterated his annoyance and temporarily forgetting where he put things, and Steve whispering to himself as he sketched or painted.

You could hear it all; you could smell every shifting difference in the cabin.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Steve was the first to speak, the first to come and sit beside you.

You had negated to look at him immediately. Instead, you curled tighter on the outdoor chaise, tucking the blanket you took up and under your feet. You pressed yourself against the back of the lounger before you tucked your chin into your chest, and then you spoke.

“I’ve been thinking. A lot.” You spoke to them, addressing Steve verbally, and Bucky physically.

“Are you okay?” Steve was on your right, Bucky was on your left, both had been figuratively shielding you from a nonexistent threat. “Omega-“

“I’m pregnant.” Stagnant silence, unwavering quietude and the bubbling intensifying gleam of hopefulness and want had clashed in the middle, as if two beasts had represented the two sides of an emotional state of mind, with teeth and claws.

“Y/N,” Bucky crept in, a smile bursting on his face with eyes wide and vibrantly pulsing, “omega…this is everything we’ve ever wanted, this…”

Their happiness was unbounded. Their dreams of becoming fathers and having an omega was finally and wholly a completed reality. Puzzle pieces that hadn’t been set had finally clicked into place, with everything they’d wished and longed for becoming theirs.

There was a short time between you three wherein Bucky and Steve had let their raw emotions out to air, their happiness and loving statements settling upon you like the warmth of the sun and the soft breeze of summer.

It was further removing the corrupted chill you felt had been running through your veins, extinguishing the final clutch the organization, that wanted to make you a possession, had on you.

With Steve and Bucky, you were freed. Your baby was safe, your baby would grow up happy and healthy in a world that cherished it.

And you.

“I want this, I’ve decided. I want this baby, but…” you bit down on your bottom lip, teeth digging into your flesh while your eyes had become instructed by fat tears. “You may want to get that.”

The phone rang clear through your ears, a sharp yet melodic chime breaking the conversation, and you waited with bated breath as Steve walked to his phone and picked up the call, eyes locked on you.

“Cap,” Sam’s voice hit your ears, and you knew, “we need you back here.”

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A conversation, at some point, with BNW

“You know,” Steve and Bucky look at you sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, “I’d like to go somewhere.”

“Anywhere you want, little omega.” Bucky squeezes Steve’s hand, they’re undeniable happiness at having you in their life had only added to their happiness at having each other.

“Where do you want to go, sweetheart?” Steve lifted his coffee cup to his lips, sipping on the strong brew inside.

“A nude beach.” You speak so plainly, so naturally.

Steve is immediately hit with shock and like something from an act, he spews out his coffee as his eyes grow wide. He can’t believe he’s heard you say what you’ve said, and although the tries to get Bucky to help with the impending topic, his mate and best friend only grins wolfishly.

“Y/N, honey…” Steve sets his cup down and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You do know what a nude beach is-“

“Natasha,” you stand and approached the window of your home, your state of being partially undressed is as cute as it is arousing, since you’d stolen Bucky’s shirt and that’s all you’re wearing, “said the best way to tan without inhabitants is to lay on the sand naked from head to toe.”

“Natasha-“

“I think that’s a great idea, little one.” Bucky smacks his hand over Steve’s mouth to cut him off, speaking over the blonde. “We should go to a nude beach.”

“Yeah? Really?” You turn and bound toward him, looping your arms around his neck to kiss his cheek, his shirt on your body raising to give a peek at the cute little boyshort panties you wore.

“A private-“ Steve smacks Bucky’s hand away and gives him a dirty look. “-beach. Just us.”

“I have a whole bucket list of things I wanna do, and a nude beach is one of them.” You beam and hug Steve next, eager for their cooperation. “I’m so excited! When are we leaving? Now? Tomorrow?”

“Stark owes us a favour, he’s got connections. Go pack, beautiful.” Bucky shoos you off and ignores Steve’s attempt at another look, shrugging him off. “Better pack, Cap. We’re going on a vacation.”

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To read 💜💜

Brave New World

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Bucky comforting reader after Steve leaves for a mission

Reader gets scared of the storm and sneaks into Steve & Bucky’s bed

Reader gets scared of the storm

Summary: Steve and Bucky remember; they remember when omegas were common and not a myth. Though they’re in their late 40’s, early 50’s, and more silver than not, they remember.

They were gone for decades, the world was made up of only alphas and betas, no omegas to fill the void between the designations. There were no more omegas, and all hope was lost at getting them back.

Until a mysterious woman who is discovered to be an omega, from an alternate reality. She’s found hiding in an abandoned building, thrown from one reality to the next to save her life from the bleak state of the world she comes from.

She’s here now; she belongs to Steve and Bucky.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brave New World: Part 7

“A perfect solution for a dire problem.”

It was the motto that they’d lived by, the solution to a complication that had put the world in a state of overbearing stress. A problem that had risen when the world was catatonically experiencing a loss that transcended all the rights of omegas.

It was powerful alphas and rich men who had come up with the solution, who had decided that omegas would be the ones to bear the heaviest weight. They had decided that it was omegas who would suffer the consequences to provide for the world.

It started slow the first few years, it started with controlling the life habits of the omegas who were within the age range they had allotted would have the best success. The first few changes were bans on food or work avenues, recreational activities to not put a strain on omegas.

It was a treacherous slope that led to unfair treatment and control of your everyday lives.

What had started as small fragments of control had rapidly devolved into chaotic means of a complete overtaking of omegas’ rights.

You were restricted to the bare societal functions of the world. Every omega got an education until high school, and then they were placed in a specialized program wherein they could get the serum injected and be prepped for their futures in their basest functions.

Omegas were no longer given the right to freedom of choice rather they were controlled for the ‘greater good’.

Omegas would be used for breeding, omegas would be used for boosting the population of the world that was suffering immense loss.

Omegas would be given a serum that was akin to the kind of injections that made it impossible for an omega to have a weakened heat. The serum had strengthened the omegas’ ability to not just carry pups but make them stronger and healthier.

Omegas were used as tools, told so by alphas and men who had bared no weight upon their shoulders.

A few ‘soft solutions’ had become a nationalized and internationalized order that shot omegas down the totem pole to the very lowest place.

All it had done was empowered alphas to overtake and control the designation that needed protection the most. The omega population had no longer been considered capable of making decisions for themselves and had every ounce of choice taken away from them.

The only avenue of hope that had been given to omega like yourself had been a minority of people and organizations who were willing to risk everything to save as many omegas as physically possible. They had risked everything they could, they had helped take omegas away from the dangers of their keepers while transporting them to safe havens that had been set up under false pretences.

Some omegas like you had been sent to various realities where you would finally be cared for like you were meant to be. Some omegas who could physically and mentally make and survive the shift from one reality to another would find hope and security out of the clutches of the elite men who had decided what little rights omegas could receive.

“You have someone waiting for you,” Dr. Stephen Strange had been one of the men who helped start the process, and it was his immense guilt that made him want to fix as much as he could, “you’re going to be safe, you’re never going to have to fear for your life again.”

“He could have never undone what he had started, he could never fix what he started.” You relayed the truth to this version of the man who had both cursed and saved you even if he had already known, it was the truth from your lips that had to be spoken.

“Omegas haven’t been around since 1964, maybe it was a punishment this reality had to face to make up for the aggressions of the other.” It was a sentiment you hadn’t shared alone, it felt like a stark fact that one reality had to be punished for the sins of another.

Or maybe it wasn’t a fact at all, maybe there was some natural change of fate that had rid the world of omegas.

“You have a haven here,” Dr. Strange had relayed the intention with assurance, “until Steve and Bucky get here, and even beyond that.”

The private room you had been given was closed off to the masters of the mystic arts, a safe recluse for you to come and go from as you pleased. You weren’t free to wander beyond the gates of Kamar-Taj, not that you would have wanted to anyway, but you were free to wander the grounds and experience freedom that was allotted to you within some confines.

It was the easy and slow integration into free choice and having the ability to create your own experiences without being lorded over that aided in your adjusting and healing in the new reality.

You had made discoveries about yourself that had long remained hidden, resurfacing under the protection of the walls of Kamar-Taj and the watchful eyes of Strange and Wong. The few pleasures you had endured in the hours of your stay since you had first arrived, had been enjoyed outside.

Feeling the sun on your skin while you read a book gifted to you was the first you enjoyed. The taste of Dadaghare, a Nepali wine, had been first introduced to you by one of the beta mystic arts students who had left the grounds to gather a few things in a nearby town. It was something new, something you would have liked to do again.

You had discovered little things in your surroundings while waiting for Steve and Bucky to arrive, an internal countdown to meet the alphas who had done nothing but keep you safe.

A perpetual moment of returning to the two alphas you had primordially recognized as yours, and you as theirs. You had missed the comfort of their scents, the integral warmth they exuded that seeped under your skin to give you the perception that the world as you knew it would be okay.

Even the sound of their voices had been a comfort to you and while you were relieved to be away from the prying eyes and speculations that you were a problem for their agency to solve, you had almost wished to be back with there, if for no other reason than to be with them again.

“They’ll be here within hours,” the promise was made and you were set on distracting yourself while waiting, even if your mind had kept returning to thoughts of them.

You couldn’t keep your mind off of the two older super soldiers, nor had you wanted to.

Steve had been watching the titular information on the screen in front of him had shifted and change as the data was uploaded and analyzed.

There had been a few copies of the material made for the betterment of their cause to convince the few suspecting alphas and agents that you were no more of a threat than Steve or Bucky had been. It was the data being analyzed that he had his eyes on however it was you and Bucky that his thoughts had turned to.

You were in Kamar-taj, Steve and Bucky had been informed late last night that Dr. Strange had taken you to the stronghold to allow you to feel freedom without being constrained.

It was a place wherein you didn’t have to worry about accusations from Tony Stark or worry that any agents would try and corner you into submission to put you through tests the other doctors wanted to conduct.

“What are we looking at?” Bucky had finally broken the tentative silence in the room, standing by Steve with his arms crossed over his chest and his blue eyes dimmed with exhaustion.

The two super soldiers were already affected by your presence and sudden departure, the quick moment you had been here was enough for the three of you to become connected. They had been mated for years even bonded for longer and when you had arrived, it had been the missing piece they had wanted and needed.

Even within the short time, you had been at the Compound with them, your presence and your scent had infiltrated their entire beings. You were their omega, you were their mate and there had been a surreal surge of protectiveness within them that had nearly driven both Steve and Bucky to the brink. Their basest urges and drives to protect their mate, their omega, was stirring symptoms that were akin to restlessness and fatigue.

“We took samples from Y/N when she was put under after she had been found the first time. I’ve been running tests and we’ve made some very…surprising discoveries.” Bruce had come to stand near the screen that was in near constant motion with graphs and charts, DNA sequences and statistics that had seemingly gone over Bucky and Steve’s heads.

“The first thing we noticed is that there’s a kind of super soldier serum that’s running through her veins. It was administered by whoever in her reality and we can postulate that it affects her heat by making them more intense and powerful, given the intensity-“

“A single heat could spark your ruts within moments, even if you had just gone through your cycles.” Natasha had spoken over Bruce, her arms crossed over her chest just like her ankles were, as she sat on a desk not far from Bruce. “We also think this super soldier serum has been given to omegas for them to be able to carry stronger pups without greater risks.”

“This serum at its core is the same kind of serum the two of you had been injected with, however, it’s tailor-made for omegas. It’s been tailor-made for her.” Bruce’s lips had pursed, and he had stared at the data in front of him with furrowed brows. “What they were doing to them, we have no idea what she went through and we can only guess-“

“She’s got super soldier serum running through her?” Bucky had spoken slowly, working his way through a bought of disbelief.

“She’s untrained, she needs to be taught how to handle her strength. When and if she wants to come back, she’s going to be put through training to be able to contend with the strength. She knows she has it, but she needs to contain it.”

Natasha lowered her arms and jumped from the desk, wiping her palms on her thighs before she sighed. “And of course, we have to deal with Tony-“

“I swear to God, I would kill him.” Bucky’s aggression had spiked when the topic of Tony had come up, the protective desire to rip him in two was passing back and forth between the two of them with neither one willing to make the other back down.

“We can keep doing as many tests as we can to figure out exactly why the serum was needed if her reality already had omegas but it would be better to ask her ourselves.”

“She’s not coming back here unless Tony and Sharon, until all the agents fuck off. She won’t be coming back here to be made a fucking criminal-“

“She won’t, Bucky.” Natasha had crossed the distance and rested her hand on his shoulder, her green eyes catching and holding his gaze. “I’ll kick his ass myself.”

“Natasha and I have been assembling a team, of sorts-“

“What kind of team?” Steve had cut him off, his jaw clenching and his fingers flexing by his sides.

“-to help her heal and move past whatever trauma she suffered in her reality. A team that will help her adjust to the world now, and Natasha-“

“You have your place outside of the Compound. It’s a few hours upstate in a quiet town, a place where no one asks questions.” She conferred, digging in her back pocket to retrieve her phone before she had tossed it toward Steve. “Take a look at it. It’s private, it’s quiet and it’s a place where she can adjust and slowly be integrated.”

“It’s not our decision, it’s hers.” Bucky had grabbed the phone from Steve when it was held out to him, scrolling and swiping through the pictures of the house Natasha had already set up, admiring the space surrounding the house that would give all of you space.

“Talk to her about it,” Bruce had turned the screen off and set the small remote down on the edge of the table, clearing his throat to bring rise to another question, “and if she’d be willing to give fresher samples?”

“Bruce-“

“Quinjet is waiting, let’s go get your omega, boys.”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Steve just happens to glance over and sees Bucky slipping another soft gumdrop into your mouth, a soft giggle falling from your lips that is pleasing to his ears, but also a little irritating. Of the candy they’d bought to decorate the gingerbread house and the little gingerbread family, Bucky had fed you far too much.

“Bucky, you promised you’d stop feeding Y/N candy because its supposed to be-“

“Stevie, look at her…” Bucky cuts him off, his eyes dropping to your lips and the soft dusting of sugar across your flesh makes him want to lick it off himself. “She’s too cute.”

“We’re gonna have nothing left,” Steve shakes his head, the bag of icing in his hands warmed by his own palms and the sticky white sugary substance holding the pieces of browned cookies together, “and we need decorations.”

“Sorry, alpha.” Your voice stalls him and he raises his head again to watch you, to study you as you lean in to Bucky who’s intent on kissing you every few seconds.

God, you were beautiful. You were so damn breathtaking and this Christmas was going to be one of the best they’d had. Bucky and Steve had both agreed that this first Christmas with them would be the standard, it would set you up for the rest of their lives and start the healing process for you.

Gingerbread houses today, and sledding tomorrow.

“Shit,” Steve cursed and stood straight, his willpower failing, “dammit.”

Bucky’s lips dust along your own and his metal hand cups your chin, pulling you closer as he nips at your lip and swallows your soft moan. The gingerbread house is completely and structurally sound, but the cookies you were meant to be icing have long been forgotten, and candy was being hand-fed to you.

“Bucky, you gotta stop. That candy is to decorate and make the house structurally sound-“

“He’s so cute when he gets like this.” Bucky presses his cheek against yours and grins, slipping another chocolate chip into your mouth. “So stern, so serious.”

“Bucky don’t,” Steve raises the icing bag, his eyes narrowing, “make me spank you in front of little omega.”

“Do it!” You chirp, laughing softly when Bucky teases you, nudges your side. “Push him! Make him spank you-“

“Who’s side are you on?” Bucky pouts and leans in again, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “You want Stevie to spank me?”

“Little bit-!” Your tease became a squeal, a sound that was ripped from you when Bucky started tickling you.

“Brats,” Steve shakes his head again, a small and tender smile on his face, “you’re both brats.”

“Do you want-“

“No more candy!” Steve orders, sternly but cutely. “Save it for the gingerbread family!”

“Steve….” You chirp and lifts his head, again, spying you with your hand outstretched with a few candies in your palm. “Would you like some?”

He sets the icing bag down and melts on the spot, gently picking them from your palm and popping them into his mouth. “Thank you, baby.”

“Thank you baby.” Bucky mocks Steve, cutely scrunching his nose when Steve whipped a smartie at him.

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I think it would be cute to see Silverfox!Stucky's Omega being comfortable with allowing boys going into her nest.

At first, when she was teleported to their universe, she was so stressed and cautious, so her nature wasn't allowing her to build a nest. But after relationship between Stucky and Omega progresses, she starts to trust them, she is finally comfortable to give in to her instincts.

And when boys goes in her safe place, it like discovering new side of their mate - there are lot of little things (objects maybe like flowers in pots or something, pillows or just the arrangement of the room) that reflect her inner world and character.

And they are just 🥰😍💓 And, of course, it result in cuddles and an appropriate amount of kisses (or inappropriate 😏)

Bucky raised his hand and rapped on the door three times before he returned his hand back to his side, and then he had cast his gaze upon Steve. The pair of super soldiers were momentarily and unequivocally concerned for you, since you had locked yourself in one of the guest rooms and refused to come out, even for food.

“Should we break down the door?” Steve and Bucky, with silver interwoven in their hair and beards, had stood side by side as mates and partners in their uncertainty of what to do. “Do you think she’s okay?”

“She is,” the door opened and you stood in the centre, speaking of yourself to the two men, “I mean, I’m fine. I…I’ve been working on something.”

You were younger than they were, and so inexperienced with the goodness of alpha/omega relationships, you’d been confused about every mating ritual, every courting gift and date, never really understanding how or why alphas cared so much, because you had never experienced it before.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Steve extended his hand and pressed his palm against your forehead. “Are you good?”

“I’m…yeah, yes. Yes I’m fine.” You drew in a breath and exhaled slowly, as if you were trying to overcome something, and then you had stood to the side. “I made a…nest.”

There was a heat of silence the word weighing on them heavily, waiting to be absorbed and consumed. The silence passed between the three of you, the news that you had finally felt comfortable to not only create a nest but to actively step aside and let the few pieces of your nest be seen by them was almost unreal.

“Doll,” Bucky had finally broken the silence and rasped, his blue eyes rather wide as he leaned in, the plates of his vibranium arm shifting and whirring as Bucky extended his hand to you, “did you really build a nest?”

“I didn’t feel like I could before, even now I felt…well its not perfect and I had to ask Natasha for help but she said it was good, or rather okay…” you brambled, nervously twisting your fingers in front of you.

“I’m proud of you,” Steve had spoken with a voice strained by emotionally driven pride, “we both are so proud of you.”

To accept the praise they had doled on you without reservation was a struggle, even if you had preened under their vocal affections. You were working on being complimented and taking them as truths and they were over eager to give you praise.

“Thank you,” your response was bashful in nature, and you’d cleared your throat and stepped aside again, “would you…like to see it?”

“You’re inviting us in?” Steve hesitated to step forward just as he hesitated in his over eagerness. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve come to realize…its taken me a while,” you nibbled on your bottom lip as you thought, as you raked your mind for the right words to say and how to express what you were feeling, “to come to terms with where I am and what happened in the other reality versus here.”

“Take your time,” Bucky crooned, like he had so often when he needed to calm you down, another tactic that was possible by a caring and genuine alpha, “what do you want to say?”

“You’re not bad alphas, I’ve had enough experience with shitty and nightmarish alphas to know that you…want the best for me. And its taken me a long time to be able to build a nest and now that I have I want you to…see it.” You huffed and drew your hand across the nape of your neck, fingers gripping the fine hairs tightly.

“Baby girl,” Steve had taken a step toward you and placed his hand on yours, the warmth from his flesh seeping into yours, “we would be honoured to see it.”

“Here it is,” you had taken a step back and opened the door wide, more of your nest exposed, “if anything needs to be moved-“

Steve had been the first to step into the room, stopping before you with the intention of a moment of affection. He had set his hand upon your cheeks and leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours while his thumbs stroked your cheeks back and forth. Steve had leaned in and brushed his lips against yours in a soft, sweet and dulcet kiss. It was one that you had leaned into, one you had airily sighed into with wonder and amazement.

“It’s perfect, baby. Its going to be perfect.” Steve pulled away from the kiss and hummed when you whined, needing to pull him in for another one.

“Would you stay then, in here with me? If only for a little while?” You looked between Steve and Bucky, hopeful and wanting.

“Absolutely, doll. We would love to.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Lustfully awaiting all of your Stucky stories continuations, especially our silver foxes 🐺🐺🔥🔥🔥☠️

Here, have a Drabble

“The super-soldier serum was altered for omegas. That’s what she was injected with.” Natasha had led Steve and Bucky throughout the compound toward the training facility, leading them through a double set of doors until they had reached the cushioned floor of the training room.

“The serum is altered to make the omegas its given to more susceptible to stronger heat cycles. They can become increasingly agitated and aggressive toward other omegas and unmarked alphas. They become a altered to be able to carry stronger pups with lessened risks for birth defects.” Natasha had stepped inside the facility and closed the door behind the three, the room seemingly empty.

“She’s in here somewhere.” Bucky had caught the tail end of your scent, the trace amounts nearly indistinguishable.

“She’s been put through training and conditioning, giving her an out for her energy, and its been helpful to prevent injuries.” Natasha had a hand in helping you train, in helping you learn how to take advantage and use your strength for the better.

“Omega-“ Steve had opened his mouth and uttered a single word, the beat of the word still trailing when a force had hit him from behind and he was forced to the floor, completely taken by surprise.

You had come from out of nowhere, taking him down without warning. Much to the surprise of Steve and Bucky, you moved without making noise and without giving either seasoned soldier a clue of what you were planning.

He didn’t have time to recover, you didn’t give him a chance to reach out in retaliation before you were out of his grasp with both his clearance card, necessary to get in and out of the building, and his pocketed comm. With both in hand, you had shifted out of his reach and turned both over in your hand while he rose to his feet.

“You’re doing better, got your timing down.” Natasha had praised you, the kind of emotional boost from an alpha that had made you chirp in response.

“Thank you!” You beamed and skirted yourself back over to Steve, slipping the comm and the clearance card back in his pocket before you stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“I’m fine,” Steve had reassured you quickly, just as quickly as he had taken you by surprise a moment after, pinning you to the ground with his full weight on top of you, “you still have a lot to learn, little one.”

“Steve,” you whined, submitting to Steve when he nudged your head with his nose, “no fair.”

“Yes fair,” he laughed against your neck, nipping your mark, “you wanna play with the alphas, you gotta take hits-“

“Bucky!” You turned your head again, whining for your second alpha. “He’s being mean!”

“Children,” Natasha muttered, “you’re all children.”

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brave New World — mini drabble

@cats-and-sheep & @jesgisborne you both inspired me

The beep of the oven has you scattering back to the appliance, a pair of oven mitts protecting your hands as you open the stove and peer inside at the fifth baked item you wanted to try. The kitchen was already full, every surface covered with containers of you random choices that varied from sweet yet light to dense and heavy.

It was a tactic, your therapist said, to get some ground work in on getting used to the world around you. Find something you like doing and do it, find some kind of normalcy and run with it.

“Number five,” you hummed as you set the trays down and stared at the Canadian classic, “beavertails.”

You stared down at the flattened pastry and hummed, a list of extras you could add stirring your curiosity. The recipe you had found online had stated that you could ass whatever you wanted, but had stated that the pastries tasted especially delicious with Canadian maple syrup.

“Y/N, baby…what are you doing?” You heard their voice before you caught their scent, the smell of the baked sweets throwing you off.

“Hi! You’re home, hi.” You had turned sharply, stuck in the middle of the kitchen and amass of baking, flour dusting your cheeks and the oven mitts still on your hands. You were aware that you had stolen some of their clothes and that you were barefoot, but none of it was prevalent now.

“What did you do?” Bucky asked with a laugh, his blue eyes hardly marred by the sight of small wrinkles, his dark and silver speckled hair growing longer and more free.

“I had a therapist session today,” you chewed the inside of your cheek as they came closer, “she suggested that I start doing normal things. Ya know…laundry and like…figuring out some of Stark’s simpler technology-“

“That’s a lot of food, little omega.” Steve crooned as he set his hands on your hips and kissed your forehead.

“Yes…but…” you squirmed and looked over your shoulder. “I didn’t burn any of it.”

“You did good.” Steve praised you again, nosing along your hair, inhaling your scent.

“Thank you!” You chirped loudly, and then blanched for a moment. “Still not used to that.”

“Did you do any laundry?” Bucky questioned out of curiosity, grabbing one of the mini French silk pies you’d created.

“…no…” you shifted your weight from one foot to the next. “I…did not.”

“Shit,” Bucky took a bite of your creation and groaned, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“I guess I have a knack for it?” You furrowed your brows and shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I just…did it.”

“I would ask if you’re hungry-“

“I am!” You cut Steve off, your hand on your belly. “I am starving. Do you wanna go out? We can go out. Or stay in. Or we can go out and then back in-“

“Slow down, little one.” Steve set his hands on your shoulders and then pressed his thumbs into your shoulders. “We need to talk about something.”

“I’m not in trouble, am I? Because I swear I didn’t meant to do this much and I’m sorry if you’re mad. Please don’t be angry-“

“We’re not angry, honey. We’re not mad.” Steve had cut you off with gentility and tenderness. “Its about your heat.”

“My heat?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” Bucky had finished his one selection and was already reaching for another when he spoke. “Your heat cycle is coming up and we think it would be best to take you away from here for the first one.”

“A trip? Away?” Your heart rate was starting to rise, your breathing becoming uneven. “By myself? I can’t…I don’t want-“

“No, baby, no…” Steve had enveloped you in his arms, holding you against him while he gently shushed you. “The three of us would leave. Your first heat with us could be hard and we want you to be okay.”

“Anywhere you want, little omega.” Bucky had brushed your hair off of your shoulder to expose your temporary marks, gently pushing on them. “Anywhere you want, we’ll go.”

“So you’re not getting rid of me?” You mumbled into Steve’s chest, moulding against him.

“Absolutely not.” Steve laughed and hugged you tighter. “We’re never getting rid of you.”

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Brave New World: Part 8

A/N: Smut in the beginning

Steam rose on the crisp glass, marred by a hand slapping against the surface for stability. A firm chest was against his back and lips caressing his neck as he felt the weight of his mate and lover behind him.

He was full.

He was stretched out by the thick throbbing cock that was sheathed within his ass while his hands cupped his balls and stroked his cock. His moans were radiating, echoing off the walls as he was fucked within an inch of sanity, all while his lover had whispered filthy things into his ear. It was the sound of his lover and mates’ voice paired with the steady thrust of his cock, the weight under his balls that had heightened the pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well aren’t you? Stretched full of me.” The groan that started building in his throat, the heady and raspy tune of pleasure had been ripped from his lips when he felt the first twitch that signalled the end. “I’m going to fill you to the brim, you’re going to be so full of me.”

All he could do was let his lover’s name fall from his lips and allow himself to be used, to be fucked to the brim of insanity while revelling in the trip that would take them where they needed to go.

It was the tension, it was the expectation that they would approach Nepal and be able to touch down in less than an hour and be reunited with their omega that had created this ultimate and untimely need to feel each other. Their expectations had acted as the final sparks that lit the fuse of their desire, making the two super soldiers have to steal moments with each other.

It was inevitable and it was rushed, the process of removing the barriers between them while the rest had remained. They only needed access to each other’s asses and cocks, just enough to feel and fuck each other.

“Shit,” Bucky cursed into Steve’s ear, his teeth grazing the shell of his ear as he pushed the head of his cock further into his mate’s ass, pleasure shooting through him, “you feel that, Stevie? Ya feel my cum filling you?”

“Bucky,” Steve exhaled shakily, one hand still pressed against the glass while the other was helping guide Bucky’s hand to stroke him to completion, “feels so damn good.”

“Less than ten minutes.” Bucky had huffed against the back of Steve’s neck as he slowly pulled his cock out of Steve’s ass, admiring the last few drips of his creamy white spend that dropped onto the textured metal floor. “You’re dripping.”

“I feel full,” Steve’s voice was still shaking, his lip trembling as he stood to its full height before he reached for the rag that was thrown on the edge of a shelf grabbed hold of the soft material, and used the cloth to clean himself up.

When he was done using it, Steve had thrown the cloth in the contained incinerator bin before he tucked himself back into his tactical suit.

After they had both righted themselves Bucky had reached out to brush his fingers down Steve’s jawline, brushing his fingertips over his thick and well-trimmed beard that had been riddled with the same amount of grey that his beard had.

He was caressing his lover and mate, embracing him in a soft and gentle touch while the two of them stared each other down. They searched each other’s eyes in comfortable, loving silence. They didn’t need to speak, they didn’t need to break the quiet peacefulness that radiated between the two of them.

They knew what the other needed, they knew what the other had expected from each other. It was an endless back and forth, a silent communication that was founded on the bond that had been there since childhood.

Through glances and soft exchanges, subtle touches and the exhilarating bond between mates, they had spoken without verbalization.

It was a perfect and quantifiable measure of how in tune they were with each other.

“We’re taking our omega home, Bucky.” Steve rest his hand against Bucky’s cheek, much like Bucky had done to him, and brushed his thumb back and forth against his warm flesh. “We’re gonna keep her safe.”

“Make the life we deserve.” Bucky agreed, turning his head into Steve’s hand, grazing his lips against the cusp of Steve’s hand. “You and me, and our omega.”

“Til’ the end of the line.”

The deep rich stained wood was smooth beneath your hands, smooth along your palm as you run your hand against the railing of the staircase.

The winding steps had taken you from the room you were given by Strange to the lower level of the temple, almost directly to the tree that was at the centre of the welcoming room, the bark twisted and knotted together as the trunk wound its way up to the open ceiling that had let in the bursts of natural light and warmth of the breathtaking city.

Since you had been brought here by Strange, removed from the clutches of Tony Stark and the agents of SHIELD who saw you as a threat, you had been visiting the open-air gardens surrounding the temple. You had placated yourself around the beauty and peacefulness of your surroundings, allowing yourself to feel the safest you had ever felt.

There was a stalwart directive brought forth by both Dr. Strange and Wong that had been delivered with the utmost intense force, the devote vow that you were safe within the walls of the temple. You would safe with the men and women, the alphas and betas who were residing here, without fear of having to look over your shoulder.

“He needs to undo what his other self had done. Even between realities, he feels the guilt.” Wong had related what you knew was innate truth, the attempt to right wrongs between and out of realities was the least that Strange could do.

“Strange heard from Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes,” Wong had met you on the winding staircase, he had met you before you could even get halfway down, delivering the message you had been longing for, “they’ve touched down on the edge of the city.”

You thanked Wong with a softened thank you, waiting for the gracious host to pass you on the staircase before you went the other way. Your feet carried you down the staircase to the lower level, taking the same path you had nearly every day until you arrived before the thick and sturdy tree.

You rest your hand upon the tree trunk, feeling the rough bark beneath your palm while your fingers had curled slightly against the wood. You had to wait a moment, focusing on inhaling and exhaling slowly to revel in the safety and security the temple had provided before you dropped your hand back to your side. You walked slowly, moving through the massive space to reach one of the doors that would lead you to the back garden.

You had stepped upon the stone path that had wound its way through a picturesque and surreal outdoor space, the continued air of peace radiating from one end of the garden to the next. You had followed the same path, you continued the same trek you had taken every time you wanted to feel the sun’s inhibited warmth against your flesh, only stopping when you had come upon a detailed carved stone bench.

You sat upon the sturdy seat, leaning back to rest flush against the stone. You wrapped your arms around your waist and slowly closed your eyes, your mind returning to the thought of the super soldier alphas who had provided such comfort and security, in the few short days you had been with them.

Despite the integral and instinctual urge to remain in a cycle of self-defence, the urge that was hitting you deep within your core to dig deep into the flight response, you knew you were safe with them. You knew well enough that of most of the alphas you had met, Steve and Bucky were most capable of keeping you protected.

They were the ones Dr. Strange in your previous reality had spoken about, they were the alphas who would embrace you and provide a surreal amount of happiness that you had long gone without.

Even if happiness had seemed out of your reach because you had never truly known happiness before, it was on the cusp of being your future. Happiness, safety and security, the ability to have alphas who had cared for you in ways you had never once seen, was a promise they were going to fulfill.

It was frightening, it was beyond anything you had ever anticipated or thought was possible.

You were raised and lived in a reality where omegas were used as tools, they were treated as if they were no better than a piece of equipment or an empty shell. Omegas you knew, had been used for breeding and pleasure.

You had never known an alpha who had truly wanted the happiness of women like you, although it was thought of that promise, that vow, that you were clinging to.

You were the only known omega in this reality, a fact that had fuelled suspicions and speculations for so many. Your appearance in this reality had struck so many that you had come across with uncertainty and a distinct lack of understanding.

No omegas had been in this reality since the 1960s’ and now, here you were.

Your appearance in this lacking reality raised questions and suspicions, yet the truth was deridingly simple.

You were on the run and all you wanted was a safe place to call home.

“Steve, Bucky.” You hummed under your breath, calling their names softly when you had been made aware of their scents n the outdoor space. You could recall the subtle differences between the two men’s natural scents, and the way they were so interwoven with each other from the long-winded mateship that bound them together.

They were so in tune, so close to one another that it was almost overwhelming. You didn’t yet know the definitive point where Steve’s scent began and Bucky’s ended.

You sensed the two of them approaching, as well as their natural pheromones, interlocked and coating the other.

The idea that they had been interlocked in such a primal and natural way before arriving here, made your heart thrash. You had whimpered softly as a response to the flood of heat that slammed into your belly, a direct result of the state they had been in less than an hour ago.

You could smell the lingering notes of sex clinging to both of them, it was subtle and starting to dissipate with only the last few tendrils clinging to themselves.

Your thighs quaked, the images that flooded your mind of the two men, cathartically entwined and joined together while they were coming to get you…

“Y/N,” Steve and Bucky entered the space you had taken for the last while, their smiles soft yet bright, “how have you been?”

“You had sex.” You squeaked, your voice pinched and your eyes grew wider with every passing second.

The statement, bold and true had made the two super soldiers falter. Both seemed to freeze at the moment as they processed what you had said.

It was Steve who had begun to form a blush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the colour a pretty contrast to his flesh and the thick, well-trimmed beard. His blue-green eyes were brimming with an even balance of amusement and bashfulness, embarrassed but not that he had sex with Bucky but that you had known.

“We did…” Steve spoke slowly and cleared his throat, glancing at Bucky almost as if begging his mate to say something. “We were…”

“Horny.” Bucky had nudged Steve with his elbow, teasing his mate and alpha with a dainty wink while he slowly sat down beside you on the bench.

“Horny…” You repeat the word like a softly spoken mantra as if you were trying to figure out the exact definition behind the word.

For someone like you whose life and even the very information you could learn in school was controlled, you weren’t aware of the kind of jargon they were. The words they used to describe their lives and their sexual relationships were new to you.

“When you want to have sex-“

“I’ve never.” You spoke over Steve, admitting your innocence to them in an act that had seemingly sucked the air out of their lungs. “I’ve never had sex.”

“You’ve never-“ the two men looked at each other, exchanging looks and silent communications.

“I am a virgin.” You stated plainly, warmth bubbling in your belly again. “Sex and love…it was all controlled. It was all…a state decision, I guess. I don’t know, I’ve….you have sex for fun?”

Steve exhaled slowly as if he was trying to regain control of his emotional state. He looked troubled by what you had said, almost aggravated on your behalf although there was something unhindered behind the emotions conveyed in his eyes.

Bucky, on the other hand, had reached for your hand and grasped it softly. His thumb had brushed against your knuckles, feeling the warmth of yours beneath his while, he studied you. He was attentive as he looked you over, he was carefully watching you commit every line and shadow, every contour of your entire being to memory.

“We have sex because we love each other, sex isn’t just to have kids. Sex is meant to be fun, it’s meant to be pleasurable, haven’t you…learned this?” It wasn’t meant to be condescending, it was a genuine question. “Even as controlled as you were-”

“Sex is only meant for breeding, heats are only meant to be advantageous for alphas. We were told that everything we have and are…everything is for the benefit of alphas.” You had swallowed thickly, the powerful yet tainted lessons you had been taught were still seeded in your mind.

Since the moment you were taken away from your parents you don’t even remember, you were sent along with dozens of other omegas, to a boarding school. The school was operated and run by designations that wanted to control and use omegas to help establish a population surge because it was floundering.

You were taken from a young age and placed into a mandated school that taught you only the necessities of what you should know while also relaying the message that you as an omega, were only good for a few primordial things.

“That’s not true, it’s the farthest thing from the truth.” Bucky had mumbled, drawing his thumb over your knuckles and back again. “You are worth so much more than they made you believe.”

“I don’t want to go back.” Your voice shook as you looked between Steve and Bucky, conveying your desire and your fright of returning to the place that had riddled you with such powerful and visceral anxiety, the most you had felt since you left your previous reality.

“You don’t have to,” Steve had approached and crouched in front of you, his hands gently resting on his knees, “you don’t have to. Natasha, you remember-“

“Yes.” You cut him off, answering starkly. “Yes, I remember.”

“She found a place for us, the three of us.” Steve continued with a soft smile, his scent radiating and pulsing. “A place where it can be the three of us in peace.”

“A home,” Bucky added to the sentiment, slowly encroaching on you. “A place with lots of space.”

“Without Stark.”

“I don’t have to go back?” You felt the first clawing rise of panic deep within you, the very idea of having to return to a place of such indignation was startling. “I don’t have to go back to…Stark?”

“We can go home, to our home.”

“I’ve never-“ You stop yourself and swallow your words, you can’t admit it. You can’t give life to the words that feel so betrayed.

“You can. You can have one now, with Steve and me.” Bucky lightly cupped your cheek, drawing your attention to himself. “A safe place.”

“We want to take you home.” Steve held his hand out for you to take, his large warm hand that was an invitation to something you had only dreamed of.

Slowly but surely you lift your hand and placed it into his, allowing yourself to be pulled from the stone bench and into a warm, loving embrace.

“We’re going to take care of you.”

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