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scar-lie · 1 year ago

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Omega Pt. 14 {Natasha}

Summary : Seeing a little hope makes Natasha be protective and want to win you back again little by little

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader

Warning : Getting attacked and nearly getting kidnapped

World count : 2,283

{OMEGA PT. 13} {OMEGA PT. 14} {OMEGA PT. 15}

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Natasha has been sleeping in your room on the floor for the past four days now. You don’t have a heart to tell her that you four are okay and that she doesn’t need to guard you, so you just let her and offer her the couch at least, but she is still persistent about sleeping on the floor, so you just let her again and respect the boundaries between you two.

But Natasha has three reasons why she keeps insisting on sleeping in your room: first, to guard you; second, to be as close to the four of you as possible; and third, to at least earn herself even a little of your trust, and maybe there’s a chance. She hopes so, though.

And she’s still clinging to the idea that she can still earn the title of Alpha of yours someday, a baby step but still wanting to win you back, and she hopes that maybe you’ll lay beside her again and she’ll never gonna let you away from her hold, and the fact that she regrets sending you away when you let your thoughts win you and craving her hold.

So Natasha simply and secretly lay besides on the other side of the bed while admiring the four of you, peacefully and safely sleeping, but that’s only a few minutes, and she will go back to her makeshift bed to sleep by herself, and that’s enough for her to sleep alone in her room.

It took her weeks before you started to open up to her, letting her help you around, like cleaning the bathroom, and letting her help you when your back is hurting from the constant carrying of either one of the pups. To be honest, Natasha gives the best massage, and she also goes with you when you stroll the pups in the park.

But today, Natasha planned the whole day; every single detail was perfectly planned, and she hopes that everything will go according to her plan.

“Hi, I make breakfast,” then Natasha lightly brings the tray full of food to indicate that she really makes breakfast.

You blinked a few times and rubbed your eyes since it’s basically 6 in the morning and you’re not ready to wake up just yet, and the situation you're in makes Natasha chuckle at how cute you look. You glared up at her when you heard her chuckle.

“Why are you laughing? It’s too early for your breakfast,” you groan, leaning your head on the door frame while you yawn and stretch your limbs.

“It’s actually quarter to 7, and I just want to surprise you for breakfast in bed,” she says, giving you a shy smile, so you open the door wide open, and then you two proceed to the bed.

But before she could set the tray down, she looked at you, who’s already sat on the bed while your back was leaning in the bed frame, giving her a pout and puppy eyes.

“What’s wrong? ”Natasha then gave you the sandwich she made, then sat down in front of you.

“My back is still hurting.” You whimper a little, then take a bite of the sandwich. Natasha frowns at what you said; she doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, even if your back doesn’t hurt for her to give you a massage, or if it really is.

And she doesn’t have any issue or complaint about massaging you, but she noticed that your back is hurting a lot these days, and that's concerning her. Maybe something is wrong.

“Have you gone to Dr. Cho? Your back is hurting a lot these days.” Natasha then pulled you up a little to sit up and scoot you forward so she could sit down on your back and start to lightly massage your shoulder, making you moan a little at the satisfaction.

“Lower please, my lower back is killing me,” Natasha chuckles and scoffs out of amusement, then she lightly bends you down and lightly massages your lower back.

“Y/N, did you see Dr. Cho for your back pain?”Natasha asked again, and you shook your head and looked over your shoulder to give her a shy and apologetic smile, and that’s when Natasha knew the answer.

“We should visit her; maybe something is wrong.” By hearing it, your mood changed. It saddens you that you have to visit the medbay again and scares you that you will be admitted there again and can’t take care of your pups as much as you do, and like Natasha can read your mind, she sits down in front of you.

“Hey, we're just going to visit her and maybe do some tests, nothing serious.” You sighed, nodded, and took a bite of your sandwich.

"Ok.” You both then start eating your breakfast before the three pups start to wake up, and Natasha goes to Wanda and Yelena to ask if they can look after the pups the whole day since she’s still wishing that at least half of her plan will be done.

“Ok, Y/N, Nat, the result came up clean, no sign of abnormalities or anything different, but I would like to give some medicine to help the pain, and also don’t lift heavy materials for a week and get rest as much as possible. You need to let your body have a break since tending to the three pups could be overwhelming and hard, and please come back here after a week. I would like to run some tests again to make sure. That’s all.” Dr. Cho smiled at the both of you and gave you the medicines she prepared right before she entered the room.

"Thanks,” you two both said, then stood up to the bed you’ve been waiting for.

“Take those two times a day, morning and night, after your meal, and you have to take those 12 hours apart.” You two smile and nod, then thank her once again before you two walk out of the medbay with a sigh of relief.

“So, I planned this day to go out, and since Wanda and Yelena have the pups, maybe we could go out?”Then Natasha presses the elevator, going up to your floor.

“But Dr. Cho said, ‘Get rest as much as possible.’” You mimic her, then Natasha gives you a pout.

“I know, but I swear, no extreme activities, just walking around the park.” You bite your lower lips and sigh, knowing you can’t say no to those pouts.

"Fine,” you said, then Natasha smiled and quickly dragged you to your room to change, and so did she.

“Nat, look, I want those,” you pointed to the man who’s selling some balloons, a teddy bear, and some bracelets around the park.

“Which one? ”Nat asked, already taking your hand and leading you to the vendor that makes you squeak with happiness, and you jump a little, making Natasha laugh at your childishness.

“I want to have us a matching bracelet,” you said while looking at the various colors and various types of beads in the bracelet.

"Well, we could get those; which one do you think looks beautiful? ”Natasha, then join you in looking at the bracelets.

“Do you want a tulip? Or heart? Or maybe Shell? Gosh, they are beautiful; I can’t choose,” you whine, frowning, getting a little frustrated about what to choose, but Natasha smirked and saw a perfect bracelet.

“Why not this one? It looks good, and since you love nature, I think it will look pretty on you,” Natasha said, taking the butterfly bracelet, where there’s a big crystal bead in every two pink beads, and in the middle of those two are a little rock bead, and in the pendant, there’s two butterflies, one big with a little butterfly.

“But it's too girly,” you mumbled, looking up at her with a question.

“And? So? ”Then Natasha put it on you with a smile; seeing it really suits you, she took another one and put it on her wrist.

“Now we're matching,” she said, giving you a smile and taking a 20-dollar bill, saying to keep the change, then intertwining your hands with hers.

“But Nat, it looks too girly on your wrist.” You stop her from walking, getting worried that she will just throw it away when your back is facing her or that she will talk behind your back. You know, Natasha, she hates too many girly things when it comes to her things, and you already know and heard the way she insults them and the person when someone gives her girly things.

“So, I love it; it matches yours.” Then Natasha analyzed your facial reaction and body language and realized what you were thinking.

“I don't care if it's too girly; as long as it comes from you, I don't care what other people say. I love them,” Natasha said the last words when she looked down on our wrist with a smile, making me squeeze her hand.

“Now let's go get ice cream,” you cheer, and now you're the one who's dragging her to your favorite ice cream parlor.

“What flavor do you like? ”Natasha then took out her wallet, and you hummed, thinking and choosing what flavor you liked.

“I would like a mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip cookie dough.” You then stand beside Natasha with a smile.

“Ok, one of those, and I would like a vanilla and buttered pecan, please.” You two then wait until they serve you your ice cream, and after you get your ice cream, you two proceed to walk around the park.

But you're suddenly uncomfortable and shifting your stance, looking around the park, then fisting Natasha's shirt and going closer to Natasha.

“Natty? ”You whisper, the ice cream is getting forgotten that it is slowly melting.

“Mhh? ”Natasha, look at you after she licks at her ice cream. Seeing you uncomfortable and frowning, stop on her track.

“Something is wrong,” Natasha says, then surveys the surroundings and sends an alert to the team in case something happens.

“I feel like someone is watching us,” you added, and when you feel the cold ice cream running down your hand, you quickly wipe it with a handkerchief and lick the remaining on the cone.

“We should go home,” you nodded, and when you two turned around, that's when there's an explosion a few feet away from you, Natasha shielding you with her body.

"Fuck,” Natasha said, then saw armed people scattering around, so she pressed the emergency alert again.

“Shit shit shit,” then Natasha throws you on her shoulder and runs, getting you to a safe place, and that's when Tony, Wanda, and Sam come to the scene, landing perfectly and smoothly.

"Romanoff!” Tony shouted and came to her.

“I’ll go get her to the tower; go help them." Natasha gently put you in Tony's arms, then ran where Wanda and Sam were.

“Thought you might need these.” Sam gave her a pistol and a knife, smirking, but Natasha rolled her eyes at him.

“Yeah, sure, it will help me in the long run. Nice help, bird brain,” they both chuckle, but before Natasha could launch to the enemy, you were screaming her name.

“NAAAATTTT! "You screamed when Tony got hit in the middle of the air, hitting him in the arm and losing balance, making you fall.

“Wanda, catch Y/N!” Natasha shouted and ran to you. Wanda on the other side quickly turned around and saw you falling, so she quickly caught you with her powers and brought you down.

“Nat on your back!” Tony shouted, getting up to the floor and firing at the enemy who's on Natasha's back.

But before you could run to Natasha, someone grabbed you and put a handkerchief over your nose and mouth. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, but the longer you inhaled the toxin in the handkerchief, the harder it was for you to get out of their hold.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Natasha then ran faster, and thankfully Wanda saw what happened, so she quickly flew where you were.

“Put her down! ”Natasha's eyes are bright red while she holds the man with her powers in the neck and hand, where he was holding the knife on her neck.

But when he smirked and shook his head, Wanda quickly snapped his neck, and you fell to the ground unconscious.

“The team is already on their way; I’ll go take her to Dr. Cho. The pups are with Kate, and Yelena brought your batons, widow bites, and gun,” Wanda said when she scooped you up and turned to Natasha, who's checking on you for other injuries.

“I need,” Wanda quickly said, shutting her up and taking you away from her.

“I’ll have her; I’ll make sure she's safe; the city needs you, Nat, and it will be faster and safer if I fly her to Dr. Cho.” Then Wanda put Shield around you two and started to fly when Natasha gave her permission.

“Take care.” Then Wanda will fly you to the tower without any attacks on her way, and she will get you to Dr. Cho safely as she promised.

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years ago

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Alpha/Omega au (Evil Tony)

(Alpha/Omega au because I haven't done one for a while and like I need it)

You sat in the training room shaking and crying in pain while blood dripped from your nose.

You looked up at Tony who stared down at you.

"Now, sweetheart. I'm going to ask one more fucking time. Are you ready to behave?" He asked, slowly kneeling down and gripping your chin.

"Yes, sir." You muttered as he smiled.

"See? That wasn't so hard now was it? I thought you'd learnt your place, Y/N. But, here we are, lovely. Now, go to the infirmary and get Bruce to fix you up, can't have you looking ugly now, can we?" He asked as you looked at him with tears in your eyes and nodded a little.

You slowly stood up and walked past him, he quickly grabbed your arm roughly.

"If you ever disobey me like that again, I will fucking force you into heat and throw you into a room with ten alphas. Understood?" He growled as you kept your eyes down and nodded.

"Yes, sir." You replied making him smile.

"Good girl."

You eventually made it up to the infirmary and saw Steve treating one of his recent wounds on his hands.

He turned around and looked at you in shock.

"Is Bruce here?" You muttered as you walked closer.

"No, he's out for a bit. I can help if you want, sweetie." He sat, patting the bed he was in front of.

You walked over and sat on the bed in front of Steve as he brought out some basic medical supplies.

"Love, what happened?" He asked as you kept your eyes down.

"I had an outburst at Tony... I got angry and swore and called him names." You muttered as Steve sighed softly.

“It’s not fair… I didn’t choose to be born an omega! And just because of that I deserve to get abused?” You shouted at Steve before he roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Enough, you can’t speak like that. You know exactly what everyone here is capable of.” He growled as you looked at him and nodded.

He sighed and let go of your face before he began cleaning up your wounds.

“I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated.” You muttered as Steve nodded.

“I know, once you’ve rested a bit we can have a sparring match or something, help you get all that tension out.” He replied as you smiled a little.

"Thank you, Steve."

You sat next to Bucky on the couch, watching tv.

You liked being around Bucky, he felt so safe. Bucky didn't talk much and his Alpha side was practically wiped out by Hydra, so when you were with him you felt equal.

You leant your head against his shoulder while you watched TV.

"I'm scared." You whispered as Bucky looked down at you with confusion.

"Why, doll?" He asked, you continued to stare forward at the TV.

"My heat is coming up and I hate it... I don't want Tony taking care of me when I'm like that. He's so rough with me and he doesn't give me aftercare and I end up worse off." You muttered as Bucky looked at you sadly.

He never agreed with Tony's way of treating you, especially when he would lock you away while you were in heat. Only coming in to fuck you a few times and that was it.

"Something Tony doesn't understand, that he'll probably never understand is that it's not all about sex. Him going in and screwing you isn't fixing anything. An omega is vulnerable when they're like that, needing care and support." Bucky said as you closed your eyes, afraid you would cry.

"I wish you or Steve could help me through it..." You whispered as Bucky ran his hand through your hair.

"Maybe one day..."

You were in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone, you didn't mind it helped keep your mind off of things.

You saw Tony coming down and your body automatically tensed up.

"What's our wonderful girl cooking for us tonight?" He asked wrapping an arm around your waist while you cooked.

"I thought I would make spaghetti tonight, is that okay?" You asked as he chuckled and kissed your neck.

"It's perfect my little chef. I have to talk to you about something." He said as you stiffened a little.

"I have to go away for three months, sweetheart. That means you'll be going through two heats while I'm gone." He continued as you did your best to keep in your excitement.

"Who will help me?" You asked as he pulled away and held your face in his hand.

"Well, I want Steve to help you through it. I trust him with my life and with you, so it's going to be Steve. I know he can keep you in line like I do." He said as you smiled and nodded.

"Is it really three months? Can we at least call or something?" You asked doing your best to fake that you would miss him.

He chuckled softly and kissed your forehead.

"Of course we can call, sweetheart. I'll miss you so much." He said as you hugged him.

"I'll miss you too, Alpha."

#Mcu #Marvel #Avengers #Steve Rogers #Tony Stark #Dark tony stark #Avengers x reader #Bucky Barnes #alpha omega

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tteotlma · 6 months ago

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craving control

— neither of you could resist what was always meant to happen.

alpha!bucky x omega!reader (9.2kw)

TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, dubcon a/b/o dynamics, possessive behavior, biting/marking, power dynamics, including praise kink, size kink, rough intimacy, physical restraint, sexual tension, emotional dependency, desperation, and themes "feral, uncontrollable need.", elements of mating/claiming, explores intense feelings of vulnerability and submission.

a/n: honestly,, i have no words -- weeks in the making and im not satisfied w how this turned out. like when you stare at something for too long. and it starts to look weird

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On the day of Bucky’s arrival, it was safe to say the only one truly excited was Steve. The air in the compound felt charged, heavy with anticipation and unspoken tension.

Tony walked up beside you and Nat by the massive window, the sharp scent of machine oil mingling with his expensive cologne as he wiped stubborn grease from his hands. Years of working together had made their commanding presence familiar and comfortable, like the steady hum of lab equipment around you.

The window shook as debris kicked up from the descending helicopter, which was landing in the middle of the field. Tony inhaled deeply, his dark eyes meeting yours and Nat’s with a characteristic assessing look that instinctively made others straighten their spines. Nat smirked and raised an eyebrow, prompting a small smile from you, though you couldn't fully shake the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

The helicopter door slid open in slow motion as Steve emerged, his broad shoulders and confident stride capturing every gaze in the vicinity. He turned and, stepping out behind him, a dark figure followed—a stark contrast, night to Steve's day. The moment Bucky appeared, the air seemed to shift—a raw, untamed energy that made your breath catch and your pulse quicken. Even from a distance, there was something different, something dangerous about him, that made your skin prickle with awareness, and your fingers curl tightly around the tablet in your hands.

"Disperse, disperse," Tony muttered, his natural authority causing everyone to instinctively move as he turned away. The others followed suit, including an omega technician who stumbled in their haste to appear busy at their station.

You turned back to your workstation, pressing your palms to the cool steel table to ground yourself. You could feel Steve and his companion approaching—Steve’s familiar warmth contrasting sharply with the newcomer’s intensity.

The familiar scents of solder and circuitry should have been calming, but they couldn't quite mask the oncoming storm of Steve’s sunlit warmth mixed with something darker and wilder—like pine needles and leather and crisp winter air.

When the main doors opened, the room was flooded with alpha energy, subtle yet impossible to ignore, like fog rolling in at dawn. "Guys, this is Buck," Steve said, the sound of his hand landing on leather echoing in the sudden quiet.

"Bucky," came the correction—a voice like gravel over silk, sending a shiver down your spine as you gripped your soldering iron tighter, the metal warm against your suddenly trembling fingers. It wasn’t their presence that unsettled you; it was the way your instincts responded before you could think.

Nat’s silent approach gave her the air of a predator as she circled closer. "Barnes," she acknowledged, her voice cold and steely. The space between them crackled with unspoken assessment, neither yielding nor challenging.

"Good to see you again, Robocop," Tony called out, his voice cutting through the tension. His hologram's blue glow cast shadows over his face as he peered over his glasses. "Make yourself comfortable, but not too comfortable." His words, casual yet sharp as ozone before a storm, hung in the air.

“The rest of you, back to work—we have a deadline,” Tony added with a wave of his pen, and like magic, the lab resumed its rhythm, though the atmosphere had fundamentally shifted.

You bent over your work, hyper-focused on the tiny components scattered across your station, but every nerve seemed attuned to Bucky’s presence. The familiar lab scents—hot metal, coffee, and sharp electronics—were muted beneath this new awareness.

"Y/n~" Steve’s warm, knowing voice rolled through the space, and your fingers stilled on the circuit board, your heart stuttering. The approaching footsteps seemed to echo with your pulse, each step tightening the coil in your shoulders. That scent—leather and pine now mixed with something metallic and sharp—grew stronger, drying your mouth.

You managed a confident smile and turned, only for Steve to pull you into an embrace, lifting you slightly off your feet. His familiar scent—soap and sunshine—wrapped around you like a blanket, momentarily drowning everything else.

"Missed ya, kiddo," he murmured, affection coloring his tone. Warmth bloomed in your chest, and you relaxed into his comforting presence.

"Missed you too, Cap," you managed with a breathless laugh as he set you down. Movement caught your eye—Bucky shifting behind Steve—and that new awareness crashed back like a wave. You met his gaze for a split second before he looked away, but that brief connection felt electric. His storm-gray eyes held something untamed that made your knees weak.

“Buck, this is Y/n,” Steve introduced. “Y/n, Buck.” The contrast between them was dizzying—Steve's golden warmth beside Bucky's winter-sharp presence. Suddenly, your workspace felt too small, the air heavy with unspoken things.

"Bucky," he repeated, his voice rougher up close, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. He stepped closer, hands at his sides, yet his presence seemed to fill the entire space around you. The fluorescent lights reflected off the plates of his metal arm, casting shifting shadows. Your throat felt dry, and you resisted the urge to fidget with your tools.

Steve’s voice cut through the thick tension, either unaware of it or ignoring it. "Listen, I tried the magnets again," he said, the sound of leather hitting steel making you jump slightly as he tossed his gloves onto your workstation. His worn leather scent mingled with Bucky’s, making focus difficult.

You raised an eyebrow, grateful for the distraction. "And...?"

"And I hate it." He rolled his shoulder, trying to ease the tension. "It's just not the same."

You glanced between the gloves and Steve's sheepish expression, ignoring how Bucky’s gaze seemed to track your every movement. Even without looking directly at him, you felt his attention like static electricity, raising goosebumps along your arms.

"Think you could just yank 'em out for me?" Steve asked with that irresistible smile, though your attention kept drifting to Bucky, who stood silent and watchful.

You scoffed and shook your head, stepping around the counter to switch on the table light. Sitting on the stool across from Steve, you shot him a look.

“Fine, fine,” you said, picking up the gloves. “Guess you still have a chance to dread the day I say no.”

Steve grinned. “I don’t even wanna think about it.” He gestured subtly towards Bucky. “Figured you could handle this too. Bucky’s got some gear that might need adjustments.” It wasn’t a command, just Steve’s assumption that Bucky would be sticking close.

“Sounds good. I’ll find some time this week to schedule you in, so we can see what I’m working with,” you said, motioning to his arm.

“Okay,” Bucky replied, his voice low with a hint of warmth.

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That was two weeks ago. Since then, you’d been buried in projects with Tony and Banner, testing prototypes and troubleshooting quirks in Stark’s tech.

Missions came and went, but you mostly stayed at the compound—tuning weapons, running diagnostics, and keeping Stark's experiments from exploding (again). The lab had become your sanctuary, where complex problems could be solved with enough focus. Yet lately, your normally steady hands trembled at unexpected moments, your concentration slipping at the sound of familiar footsteps in the corridor.

There wasn’t much time for that one-on-one work with Bucky you’d promised, though you occasionally glimpsed him around the compound. Still finding his footing here, he was a shadow at Steve’s side, quiet and watchful. Tony would drag him into the lab occasionally to discuss modifications—if he wanted any.

You tried not to notice how his eyes found you whenever he was in the lab, lingering until you accidentally met his gaze. At first, he’d look away, jaw tightening as he focused on whatever Tony was explaining. But minutes later, you’d feel it again—his attention like a compass pointing north.

In brief hallway encounters, your greetings came out softer than intended, his response a quiet rumble that stayed with you long after he walked away. One time, both of you reached for the lab door handle simultaneously. His fingers brushed yours, sending electricity up your arm. He pulled back, muttering an apology before disappearing around the corner, abandoning whatever awaited him in the lab.

It was ridiculous how such small moments left you distracted for hours.

Then one morning, Tony burst into the lab, with Steve following closely behind, practically dragging a reluctant Bucky.

“Hey, kid,” Tony called out, startling you. You lifted the magnifying goggles off your face, welcoming the cool air. Banner, hunched across the table with identical goggles, glanced up briefly.

“Please tell me we have Barnes’ baseline readings from when he got here,” Tony said, his tone implying a slight scolding. You looked at Banner, embarrassed. When you shook your head, Tony groaned dramatically.

“Seriously? Three weeks and—“ He took a deep breath, hands on his hips as he surveyed the cluttered lab, evidence of recent activity. “Okay, that’s on me. Fixed. Now.” He practically pushed Bucky onto the stool beside your workstation.

“Do your thing. Science, data, all that—" Tony trailed off, looking at Banner, who took the cue and clumsily exited, engaging Tony in a transparently forced conversation about a new gadget. Steve left shortly after, flashing an encouraging smile that made your cheeks burn.

The moment they left, the lab felt impossibly smaller. Bucky shifted slightly behind you, and though he was quieter than quiet, his presence seemed to fill every inch of space around you. He kept a respectful distance, but it didn’t matter—you could feel him, each breath and subtle movement stirring the air, making your skin prickle with awareness.

Your hands trembled slightly as you pulled up the diagnostic programs. "I'll need to..." you began, voice softer than you intended, "run some basic tests first. It might take a while." Turning toward him, you found his storm-grey eyes already fixed on you, dark and intent.

“Okay,” he replied, his gaze heavy and unrelenting, as though he was trying to read the thoughts you couldn’t quite form. Your throat tightened under the weight of his stare, and your hands instinctively curled into fists to ground yourself.

“I’ll need you to…” You gestured vaguely, your voice catching. “You’re gonna have to take off your sh-shirt. Just... so I can get a better look.” Your voice faltered, and heat bloomed across your cheeks.

For a beat, Bucky didn’t move. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he reached behind his neck, tugging the navy henley over his head. The fabric slid away, revealing his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, veiled by the thin fabric of his white tank. The subtle shift of his muscles as he moved sent a quiet jolt through your system, making your breath catch.

He tossed the henley carelessly over his shoulder, and you tried—desperately—to stay focused.

“Extend your arm for me,” you murmured, the words coming out softer than intended. He complied with that same quiet grace, his frame stiffening as you gently adjusted his arm.

Without thinking, you stepped between his legs, close enough that your hips grazed his thighs. The heat of his body radiated toward you, and the scent of pine, winter air, and leather curled around you, heavy and dizzying.

Bucky shifted again—a slow, unconscious movement as he spread his legs a little wider, as if making room for you without realizing it. The gesture was likely nothing, but to you, it felt far too intimate, and it took all your willpower not to react to the heat pooling in your belly.

You focused on the smooth metal of his arm, running your fingers along the seams and joints, marveling at the precision of its construction. His hand found your waist. The touch was light at first, perhaps just to steady himself, but his palm lingered, broad and warm over your lab coat.

The weight of his hand sent a shiver up your spine, your pulse fluttering beneath your skin. His thumb brushed the hem of your coat where the white fabric met your wine-colored shirt, as if testing its texture. Your breath caught involuntarily.

Slowly, your gaze traveled from his fingertips up the seams of his arm to his face. When you looked up, his eyes were already on you—dark, intense, unreadable, but consuming. His gaze dropped briefly to the curve of your collarbones peeking through your shirt before flicking back to meet your eyes, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

The room shrank around you, the tension pulling taut—an invisible thread tugging you closer. Neither of you spoke; neither of you moved.

The air between you stretched, heavy and charged, the weight of his hand on your waist making it impossible to focus on anything but him. His thumb grazed the edge of your shirt again—soft, deliberate—and you swore the world slowed down, teetering on the edge of something inevitable.

The comm system beeped, loud and sudden, shattering the moment. Both of you jerked slightly, like surfacing from deep water.

"Y/N?" Tony’s voice crackled through the speaker. "Banner needs you in the main lab—now."

Bucky’s hand slipped from your waist, his jaw clenching as though grounding himself. You took a step back, heart pounding, the absence of his touch making the space between you feel colder and emptier than it should.

Clearing your throat, you looked anywhere but at him. “I–uh, I should go.”

He nodded once, slow and unreadable, as you turned quickly, your hand dragging hesitantly down his arm, slipping out of the room before the tension could pull you back in.

You slipped out of the room, heart still racing, Bucky’s presence clinging to you like static electricity. Even as you tossed and turned in bed later that night, the moment lingered—his hand on your waist, his scent in your lungs, and the weight of his gaze heavy on your mind.

That evening clung to you like a live wire beneath your skin, but the next few days brought subtle shifts in the compound's atmosphere. Where Bucky once moved like a shadow, now he inhabited spaces differently. During morning briefings, you noticed him leaning against workbenches instead of standing guard by the wall, his gaze still watchful but carrying something new—curiosity, maybe.

Since that evening in the lab, you buried yourself in projects with Tony and Banner, testing new prototypes and troubleshooting quirks in Stark's tech. Small out-of-town missions came and went, but you remained rooted at the compound—tuning weapons, running diagnostics, and preventing Stark's experiments from turning into full-blown disasters (again). The lab had become your sanctuary, where complex problems could be solved with enough focus. Yet, no matter how hard you tried, focus had become a luxury you couldn't afford. Your usually steady hands betrayed you, trembling at the worst moments, especially whenever familiar footsteps echoed down the corridor.

If Bucky did come into the lab, there weren’t many opportunities for one-on-one work, though you’d catch fleeting glimpses of him. He still seemed to be finding his footing, a shadow at Steve’s side—quiet and observant, as if measuring every person and place before stepping too close. Occasionally, Tony would bring him into the lab to discuss possible modifications, though Bucky seemed reluctant, deflecting with grunts and unreadable glances.

But it was impossible to ignore how his eyes always sought you out. Whenever he entered the room, your senses sharpened, drawn to him without permission. His gaze lingered a second too long—enough to make your stomach flip, your pulse flutter beneath your skin. But whenever you met his eyes, he’d glance away, his jaw tightening as if wrestling with something unspoken. Yet, moments later, you’d feel the pull again—his attention returning like a compass that couldn’t help but point north.

This awareness began to happen outside the lab too, in brief, inconsequential encounters that left you unraveled. Once, passing each other in the hallway, your soft greeting was met by his low, rumbling reply, curling around your senses long after he’d disappeared. Another time, reaching for the same door handle, his fingers brushed yours, the shock of contact sending electricity racing up your arm. He pulled back as though burned, muttering an apology before vanishing without explanation. You stood there, stunned, wondering how such a fleeting touch could leave you restless for hours.

Each day made it harder to maintain composure. It was as if your body had developed a traitorous awareness of him—heart stuttering beneath your ribs, skin flushing at the slightest thought of him, senses sharpening to track his movements before your mind even registered he was near. No matter how hard you tried to lose yourself in work, even Tony’s endless stream of projects couldn’t silence the way your pulse leapt whenever Bucky’s footsteps echoed down the corridor.

These changes appeared in fragments—a barely-there smile when Tony's prototype backfired, sparks shooting across the lab; the way his shoulders lost their rigid set when Steve drew out his dry humor during mission prep. Each small victory revealed another layer beneath the soldier’s facade.

Your paths began crossing more often. Sometimes, he’d appear in the kitchen during your late-night tea runs, nursing coffee while reading news on a tablet. His silent nods evolved into a new half-smile that never failed to make your heart race. His scent—pine and leather—began to carry warmer notes, softening from sharp winter to something more approachable.

Then, when Sam suggested movie night, every instinct screamed at you to decline. The thought of being in an enclosed space with Bucky—away from the clinical safety of the lab, surrounded by comfortable, dim intimacy—made your stomach flutter with anxious energy. But before you could find an excuse, Nat flashed you a knowing smile, firmly pulling you from your workstation. You barely had time to protest.

Now, nestled between Nat and Sam on the couch, you tried to focus on the movie, but your attention kept drifting across the room to him. Bucky sat in an armchair like he owned the space, his relaxed body only making him look more dangerous. His legs were spread wide, one arm draped over the back, the other resting on his thigh—a casual pose that somehow felt deliberate.

You told yourself to stay present, to engage with Nat and Sam’s easy banter, but Bucky’s presence made it impossible. His scent—faint but unmistakable—hovered at the edge of your awareness, a mix of pine, leather, and something deeper that spoke to a part of you beyond reason.

Then it happened. During a lull in the movie, when everything fell quiet, you felt it—his gaze.

A pulse of heat spread through your chest, as if an invisible thread had tugged you toward him. You risked a glance, only to find him already watching you. Even in the dim light, his storm-gray eyes were locked on yours, intense and unwavering. His expression was unreadable, but there was a weight to his stare that made your pulse stutter and breath catch in your throat.

The flickering blue light of the TV softened the sharp lines of his face, but it did nothing to dull the tension humming between you. For a moment, it felt like the room had fallen away, leaving only the two of you in the dark—silent, secret, caught in a moment neither dared to acknowledge.

You tried convincing yourself he wasn’t really looking at you, that maybe he was watching Sam or had drifted off into thought. But the flip in your stomach, the way your pulse fluttered beneath your skin, told a different story.

Bucky didn’t look away. His stare held steady, as if something deep and instinctual was keeping him tethered to you—as though he was drawn to you in the same way you were to him. The connection between you wasn’t just a passing glance. It felt ancient, inevitable, as if some unseen force had been guiding you to this moment long before either of you realized it.

The air between you felt heavy, charged with something you couldn’t quite define, and you were certain that even if you could name it, neither of you was ready. Your scent, warm and sweet, had changed in subtle ways—just enough for Bucky to notice, to make his chest tighten with a growing certainty. This wasn’t just attraction; it was recognition. Instinct. Raw instinct clawed through him, responding to the quiet, subtle shift in yours. You were close—too close—and every part of him, from the deepest part of his mind to the tension winding through his muscles, felt it.

The spell broke when Steve shifted on the couch beside him, dragging you both back to reality. You blinked, heart hammering as you tore your gaze away, heat blooming beneath your skin, spreading like wildfire, a faint sheen of sweat on your brow.

You swallowed hard, trying to refocus on the movie, but the moment lingered like a phantom touch. Even as you stared straight ahead, you could feel the weight of his gaze, its memory humming along your nerves, leaving you restless and aching in ways you didn’t understand.

When the movie ended, you escaped as quickly as you could, muttering a rushed “good night” and fleeing to your room, hoping the familiar comfort of your own space would ground you. But even surrounded by your belongings, wrapped in your own scent, you couldn't quiet the hum of awareness thrumming beneath your skin.

Bucky's scent clung to you, lodged in your senses like a memory you couldn’t shake. Pine, leather, and something darker—something wild that kept teetering you on the brink of losing control. There was something building inside you, a slow-burning awareness you weren’t ready to acknowledge, hoping no one else could sense the change taking hold of you.

Each encounter with him pulled at something deep within you, like a tide responding to the moon. His scent overshadowed everything, lingering in your senses long after he was gone.

And Bucky—you noticed everything now, every detail sharp and vivid, though you tried to convince yourself you were reading too much into it. The way his eyes lingered a second too long—but of course, people always stared at him. The slight flex of his fingers when you passed by—a habit, surely. The barely audible catch in his breath when you were near—probably just your imagination, heightened by whatever was happening to your body.

Maybe you were imagining the way his carefully controlled demeanor seemed to slip around you—those tiny cracks in his composure you couldn't stop noticing. After all, a man like him, always so disciplined, wouldn’t be affected by someone like you… would he? Yet, something raw beneath his surface called to you, making your heart race whenever he was close. The air felt electric between you, crackling with possibility—even as you tried to tell yourself it was just his effect on everyone, that you weren’t special, that it was just your body playing tricks.

After tonight, you couldn’t deny it any longer. During movie night, his stare had lingered like phantom touches, and your skin had felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive with awareness. Even in the sanctuary of your room, surrounded by familiar scents, you couldn’t escape the memory of pine and leather.

And as days passed, it only seemed to worsen. When Fury assigned you to oversee the team’s training equipment and Tony ensured you continued working with Steve, observing Bucky was already inevitable. Watching him felt different than those first weeks. You’d glimpsed the man beneath the careful control—caught fragments of dry humor in mission briefings, witnessed quiet camaraderie with Steve. The dangerous edge remained, but now it felt more… intentional. Like he was choosing to let people see beyond the soldier’s facade, revealing glimpses of the man underneath.

These glimpses made training observation even more daunting. Because now you knew what lay beneath his cool exterior—had witnessed the subtle humor in his eyes, the careful way he was learning to exist in spaces without defending them.

Your fingers trembled against the tablet's smooth surface at the thought of watching him work. Being that close to him during combat training, with his presence at its most intense… The thought alone made your mouth go dry.

Training sessions became their own kind of exquisite torture. Your role was simple—monitor the team’s gear, run diagnostics, and ensure everything functioned. But watching Bucky spar was anything but simple.

Between rounds, you brought him water—a straightforward task that became anything but as his eyes tracked your movement across the training room. Your fitted jacket clung to your curves, and you felt the weight of his stare as you approached. It was refreshing, seeing him like this. The quiet, brooding soldier was still there, but lately, there had been glimpses of something else—a playful charm that felt both dangerous and irresistible.

"Tryna’ keep me hydrated, doc?" His voice was rough from exertion, teasing in a way that sent heat pooling in your stomach. This was the Bucky emerging more and more lately—the one who’d somehow found his footing again, letting his guard down just enough to allow a trace of Brooklyn charm to slip through.

"Can’t have our best asset passing out from dehydration," you managed to reply, proud of how steady your voice remained. When you handed him the bottle, his fingers brushed yours, sending electricity skittering across your skin.

"Our best asset, huh?" He tipped his head back to drink, and you couldn’t help but watch his throat work, beads of sweat trailing down his neck. His eyes met yours over the bottle, darkening as they drifted to where your jacket dipped low. "Like what you see?"

This was dangerous territory—this newfound confidence of his, the way he was testing the waters between playful and flirtatious. "Just making sure you’re drinking enough water," you murmured, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed you. You wondered if he could hear how your heart stumbled in your chest, if he sensed the hitch in your breath when he licked a stray drop from his lower lip.

He moved with a predator’s grace—smooth, controlled, and lethal. Each punch, each fluid shift of his body, sent a pulse of heat through you. Your throat felt dry as you watched the muscles in his back ripple beneath his fitted shirt, the metal of his arm gleaming under the lights. You told yourself this was normal, that anyone would be affected watching him move like this—but deep down, you knew this was different.

At one point, he had Steve pinned to the mat, his arm flexed, holding Steve in place with ease, chest heaving with exertion. His gaze flicked to you, locking eyes for a split second that sent butterflies surging in your stomach—and a darker, more primal flutter somewhere lower. That slow-burning awareness inside you flared hot and urgent.

Your fingers slipped, and your tablet clattered to the floor with a loud thunk. Everyone turned to look, including Steve, but all you could focus on was the faint grin curling at the edge of Bucky’s mouth. Your face burned with embarrassment, but there was no mistaking the glint in his eyes—a look that made you wonder if he could sense the changes in you, if he could feel how your body was betraying every attempt at control.

You couldn’t bear to face the team after that display—after dropping your tablet like some starry-eyed recruit. Your skin felt too tight, too warm, your body thrumming with an energy you couldn’t contain. You retreated to your room, but even buried in your own blankets, you couldn’t escape the memory of his knowing smirk, the way his eyes held yours like he knew exactly what was happening to you.

The next few days passed in a haze of mounting tension. Your skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive with awareness. Even in the sanctuary of your room, surrounded by familiar scents and belongings, you couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental was shifting inside you. Sleep became elusive, your body alternating between feverish and chilled, leaving you restless and aching for... something.

By the time you wandered to the kitchen at 3 AM, exhaustion clung to you like a second skin, but sleep remained just out of reach. The compound was eerily quiet at this hour, the hum of electronics the only sound as your slippers whispered across the cool tile.

You sat at the kitchen island, elbows resting on the countertop as you flipped through your options—tea or coffee. Settling on tea, you rose to grab your favorite mug from the cabinet. The dim lighting softened everything, making the space feel smaller, more intimate, as if the night itself carried a promise of something unspoken.

You were so focused on your task that you didn’t hear him approach.

"Can't sleep?"

His voice, low and rough with sleep, startled you enough to make you gasp softly. You whirled around to find him emerging from the shadows, stepping into a sanctuary—one where, in this moment, it felt like only you and he existed. The dim light traced the sharp lines of his face, deepening the shadows beneath his cheekbones and along his jaw.

He wore soft sleep pants that rested low on his hips, and the black shirt clung to his frame, leaving little to the imagination. The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier with something you couldn't name—something that thrummed between you, waiting to be acknowledged.

"I…" Your voice faltered, throat dry under his gaze. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Just wanted some tea."

Bucky stepped further into the room, his movements slow and deliberate, like a wolf closing in. For someone so large, he moved with unsettling grace—silent and fluid. "Having trouble sleeping?" he asked, though his question held a depth, as if he were offering more than conversation.

You turned back to the cabinet, reaching for your mug, but your fingers trembled. Before it could slip from your grasp, his hand wrapped around your wrist, steadying you.

"You okay?" His voice was closer now, concern threading through the rough edges.

"Yeah, I’m—" you began, but stopped as you felt his thumb pressing unconsciously against your pulse. The gentle pressure sent electricity dancing up your arm, and you couldn’t help but track how his throat worked as he swallowed.

"Hey," he murmured, voice low. His eyes darkened as they searched your face, and you watched something shift in his expression—recognition, maybe, or realization. His nostrils flared slightly. "You’ve seemed… off lately."

"I'm fine," you managed, but your voice came out breathy, unconvincing. "Just haven’t been sleeping well."

He held your gaze a moment longer, then stepped back slowly, as if it took effort to put distance between you. The absence of his touch left your skin tingling, aching for contact you couldn’t afford to want.

"Maybe some chamomile, then," he suggested, his voice rougher than before. You noticed his fingers curling into fists at his sides, his jaw clenched as he worked to maintain the distance.

You managed a small nod, turning back to the cabinet with unsteady hands. Though he’d released your wrist, he hadn’t moved back far—still standing between you and the island, leaving you caught between his body and the counter. His presence lingered, heavy and warm, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his chest.

The small space between you crackled with electricity, making it impossible to focus on the simple task of making tea. The kettle felt too loud in the silence, steam rising like a physical manifestation of the tension thickening the air.

When you finally turned back around, gripping your mug like an anchor, you found his eyes stormy, his jaw set as if he was fighting something within himself. He took a deliberate step back, creating distance that somehow made the air feel even heavier.

"I should…" he started, voice rough. "Let you get some rest." But he didn’t move immediately, as if reluctant to leave.

Something in you wanted to tell him to stay, but the words stuck in your throat. The space between you felt charged, like the air before a storm. His scent—pine and leather—wrapped around you, stronger now, making your head spin.

He moved first, turning toward the entryway with careful control, his movements almost rigid. But he paused at the threshold, his metal hand gripping the wall frame with enough force to make the material creak softly.

"Get some sleep, doll," he said without looking back, his voice carrying something dark and hungry that made your skin prickle with heat. Then he was gone, leaving you alone with the cooling tea and the phantom sensation of his touch still burning around your wrist.

After standing frozen in the kitchen for what felt like hours, you finally forced yourself back to your room. Your skin felt too tight, every nerve hypersensitive as you stumbled through the doorway. The trek down the hallway was torture—his lingering scent clung to your clothes, your skin, leaving you dizzy with desire.

You barely made it to your bed before your legs gave out. The sheets felt rough against your fevered skin, and you kicked them off with a frustrated whimper. Your wrist still burned where he touched you, the memory of his thumb against your pulse making your breath hitch.

Rolling onto your back, you pressed your palms against your eyes, trying to ground yourself. But behind closed lids, all you could see was the way his eyes had darkened in the kitchen, the tension in his jaw barely contained. Your body thrummed with awareness, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as waves of heat washed over you.

You forced yourself to breathe deeply, counting each inhale like Banner had taught you during training. One breath, then another, even as your skin prickled with need. The steady hum of the air conditioning became your focus, not the memory of Bucky's voice, rough and low in the darkness.

Slowly, exhaustion won over the fever burning through your veins. Your muscles ached from fighting against the tension, and eventually, your body surrendered to the pull of sleep. The last thing you registered was the ghost of pine and leather clinging to your shirt before darkness claimed you.

Consciousness returned slowly, like surfacing from deep water. The first thing you registered was warmth on your face—sunlight streaming through your windows, casting everything in hues of honey and gold. Your room looked almost dreamlike, dust motes dancing in the amber rays.

As your vision focused, you noticed signs of Banner’s care—a bowl of soup on your nightstand, now cold; several water bottles arranged within reach; and a damp cloth on your forehead, long since losing its coolness. The quiet thoughtfulness of it made your chest tighten with gratitude.

You sat up gingerly, testing your body’s response. The fever hadn’t broken—if anything, it burned hotter now—but the rest had given you enough strength to make you restless, to make the walls of your room feel like they were closing in.

The water bottles mocked you, lukewarm and useless against the heat coursing through your veins. Ice. You needed ice. The thought became an obsession, driving you to your feet despite shaky legs. You pulled on a thin robe over your sleep clothes, ignoring how even the silky material felt too rough against your sensitized skin.

The hallway stretched before you, bathed in that same golden light that made everything feel surreal. Your slipper-clad feet made no sound on the cool floor as you made your way toward the kitchen. The compound felt different—eerily still, as if everyone had vanished. No voices from the labs, no footsteps down corridors. Just silence, with the strange amber glow making everything look softened, dreamlike.

You moved as if in a trance, your body feeling both heavy and weightless. The fever made everything hazy, like you were watching yourself from a distance. Each breath drew in air that felt too thick, too warm, despite the steady climate control.

Your feet carried you forward without conscious thought, your path wavering slightly as you trailed a hand along the wall for balance. The golden light streaming through the windows turned the hallway into something otherworldly, making the simple journey feel infinite.

Then it hit you—pine and leather, winter air and something darker. Your body responded before your mind could catch up, drawn to his scent like a moth to flame.

As you reach the living room, your destination becomes hazy, forgotten. The room opens before you, bathed in honeyed light pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows. The hardwood floor gleams like liquid amber, stretching toward where Bucky sits, his broad frame sunk deep into the plush sofa, seeming to melt into the cushions.

His eyes lock onto yours over the book he’d been reading, and even through your fevered haze, you see the way they darken, storm-gray deepening into something darker. Neither of you moves. The air between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken words.

"Y/N," he breathes, your name a warning. His whole body tenses as if to rise, but something keeps him frozen, fingers white-knuckled around the forgotten book. You watch his throat work as he swallows hard. "You shouldn’t—you need to go back to your room."

To him, you must look like something out of a dream—or a nightmare, depending on his self-control. Your silk robe catches the light as you move, revealing glimpses of your tank top and shorts underneath. One sock has slipped down your ankle, and your hair falls messily around your face. Your cheeks are flushed, lips parted in shallow breaths.

You take an unsteady step into the room, looking as if you’re floating across the hardwood, each faltering step a deliberate tease. When you reach the armchair, your robe slips further off one shoulder as you grip the chair for support. "I needed…" The words trail off. Did you need ice? Water? Everything feels secondary to the pull you feel toward him.

The room sways slightly beneath your feet. Bucky shifts, fighting the instinct to reach for you. You watch his chest rise with a sharp breath as your scent reaches him, sweet and heavy in the golden air. A bead of sweat trails down your neck, disappearing beneath your tank top.

"You're burning up," he says roughly, his voice holding a darker edge that makes a heat pool in your stomach. His pupils are blown wide as he tracks every small movement of your body.

You attempt to lower yourself into the armchair, but the world tilts. Your knee catches the edge of the coffee table as you stumble, a breathless giggle escaping your lips at your own clumsiness, and your robe slips down to reveal more of your shoulders.

"Shit," Bucky mutters, finally breaking his careful stillness. "You're gonna hurt yourself." He rises in one fluid motion, crossing the space between you in two strides. His hands hover near your arms, not quite touching. "Let’s get you situated."

"M’okay," you insist, though your legs feel like jelly, and you sway into him unconsciously as your robe slips off completely. His hands finally make contact with your bare arms, and the touch sends electricity racing across your fevered skin. "Just needed to sit..."

"Yeah, I can see that." His voice is strained, almost amused, but you hear the concern underneath. He tries to steady you, guiding you toward the chair, but your knees buckle in that moment.

"Alright—" He catches you against his chest, the sudden contact drawing a small huff from you. You feel more than hear his sharp intake of breath. “You alright?” he asks, peeling you off him, holding you at arm's length.

“Mm—” Your body aches at the loss of heat, eyebrows scrunching in annoyance. You sigh, dragging your gaze up Bucky’s large frame until you meet his darkened eyes. “Yeah, m’fine.” Huffing, you look away.

“Don’t lie.” He steps closer, pulling you in. Your breath hitches.

“I’m not…” Sweat beads on the back of your neck, and a lump forms in your throat. You try to take a deep breath, but with Bucky so close, it’s unbearable. Unknowingly, you grab at Bucky’s shirt, fisting the fabric in your hand.

“Tell the truth.” His gaze drops to where your hand grips his shirt, and something unreadable flickers across his face. He gently pries your fingers from the fabric, his own hands lingering on yours a moment too long. His voice is low, almost a growl. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, doll.”

The nickname makes your throat tighten, pulse jumping, skin prickling with awareness. You should step back, say something to break the magnetic pull between you, but the words stick in your throat. Instead, you lean in closer, closing the small distance between you. God, you wanted him so badly, and it was excruciating.

He inhales sharply, his hands settling on your shoulders, as if to steady you—or maybe himself. “Doll…” The word escapes him again, rough and raw, like he’s barely holding back. “Say something—tell me to leave.” The command is more a plea, his voice thick with barely contained desperation, brows drawn tight in concern.

He watches you, his words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You feel their weight pressing down, his warning wrapped within the plea. Your mind races, considering every reason to step back, every way this could complicate things.

“I—” You rake your hands up his torso, fingers dragging lightly against the fabric of his shirt. Snaking your arms around his neck, you pull him impossibly close, sharing the air between you. Neither of you speaks, neither of you moves. You feel his chest heaving against yours.

“Y/N…” he whispers, almost painfully. His hand, still warm on your arm, travels up to cradle your neck, thumb on your jaw as he tilts your head. His hooded eyes linger on your lips, and you unconsciously lick them. He sucks in a sharp breath.

The golden light streaming through the windows catches in his dark hair, turning the loose strands framing his face into threads of amber. Your hands slide up, fingertips brushing the back of his neck, where his shoulder-length hair falls free, some pieces tucked carelessly behind his ear. You let your fingers tangle in the soft strands, feeling them slip like silk between your fingers. You hesitate for only a second before you whisper, “I need to know I’m not the only one.”

For a heartbeat, he’s utterly still, his eyes searching yours, and then his hand tightens just slightly on your waist, with a tenderness that steals your breath. “You’re not,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against yours, his voice rough and honest. “Not even close.”

The moment his words register, your last thread of control snaps. You finally, finally meet his lips with all the desperation that’s been building for weeks. A rough sound escapes him, vibrating through your chest as his other hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against him. The kiss is devastating in its intensity—wild, demanding, and absolutely consuming, like you’re both trying to devour each other whole.

His lips press firmly against yours, the scrape of his stubble rough on your heated skin, and a pained whine escapes your mouth—whether from pain or need, neither of you can tell, but it spurs Bucky on. He deepens the kiss, his hands pressing you closer, tighter.

Your fingers, tangled in his hair, tug at the strands as you push yourself up on your toes, arching into him, your body ignited by his touch. A wave of need crashes through you, driven by every instinct you’ve been holding back, and you’re already pushing him back toward the sofa, your movements frenzied as his hands trace the curve of your waist, his fingers firm and possessive.

As you push him toward the sofa, a flicker of guilt pierces through the fog clouding your mind. It’s quick but sharp, cutting through the pull that’s been building for weeks. Everything’s moving too fast, crossing boundaries you haven’t even had time to define, and the uncertainty knots inside you. But your body refuses to listen, as though it recognizes him in a way your mind can’t fully grasp, holding you close.

You stumble back with him until his legs hit the edge of the sofa, and he sinks down, pulling you with him until you’re straddling his lap. His hands slide up to grip your hips, steadying you as you settle over him. The moment you feel his body beneath you, hard and solid, a fresh wave of heat surges through you, causing you to grind your hips against his slowly, testing the waters.

The guilt slips through the haze once more, cutting into your thoughts like a knife. You press your hands to his chest, fingers splaying over his muscles, and pull back enough to see concern flicker in his eyes.

“Buck,” you whisper, caught between confession and apology. “I wanted us to take our time…” Your hands drift lower, grazing just beneath his shirt’s hem, brushing over the coarse hair trailing downward. The warmth of his skin under your fingertips makes your breath hitch, and a shiver runs through you as you continue, voice softer, more vulnerable. “To let this mean something.”

Your fingers trace over the waistband of his pajama pants, then dip lightly between the open buttons, your touch featherlight, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him. His body jolts beneath you, jaw clenching in response. His hands flex on your hips, holding you steady, his gaze dark and hungry, struggling for restraint.

“I can’t… I can’t stop myself,” you murmur, voice thick with need. Yet, your hands betray any hesitation, moving slowly, steadily, opening each button, exposing his skin inch by inch, the heat radiating from him only spurring you on. The admission escapes your lips, almost a whimper. “I feel like I’m losing control.”

Bucky’s breath comes out ragged, his fingers pressing into your skin as he fights to stay steady beneath your touch. “Then lose it,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire, his thumb tracing slow circles over your hipbone, sending warmth through you. “Take control, baby.” His tone is a low, commanding murmur, yet open, a willing offering beneath you. “I’m here to give you exactly what you need… use me, all of me.”

“God, you’re unbelievable…” You laugh breathlessly, but with his words, all your anxieties dissolve, the tight knot inside loosening as he smirks and pulls you down for another heated kiss.

With his permission, something inside you snaps, all restraint dissolving as his hands guide your hips down onto his, pulling you in close. You both let out a guttural moan as you sink into his lap, the thin layers of fabric between you doing nothing to dull the intense pressure of his thick length pressing up against you. Heat radiates from him, his arousal straining beneath his pants, sending a dizzying surge of need through you, leaving you breathless.

With each roll of your hips, you’re consumed by him, the ache pulsing through your core, tethering you to the warmth of his body and the intoxicating pull of his scent. He presses against you, hard and unyielding, a promise of everything you crave, every inch of him driving you closer to surrender. A shiver runs down your spine, every nerve alive with anticipation; it’s too much, yet somehow not enough.

A low chuckle escapes him, his chest vibrating beneath your hands as he watches you grind on him, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. His hands wrap firmly around your hips, guiding your movements in a possessive grip that leaves no doubt he’s claiming you in every way. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice dark and rich, gaze sweeping over every inch of you. “Such a needy little omega, strung out and desperate, aren’t you?” The words ripple through you, sparking heat that surges through your body, making your heart pound, filling you with a warmth that blurs your vision.

A soft whimper escapes your lips, each grind amplifying the tension clawing through your chest, and it’s overwhelming—almost too much. You’re losing yourself, each moan growing louder, desperate, until Bucky’s thumb presses over your lips, quieting you.

Bucky’s hand covers your mouth gently, a warning smirk tugging at his lips. “Keep it down, sweetheart,” he whispers, his tone edged with danger, but you can’t help the needy sound that slips past his hand, your body bucking in response. You pull back slightly, eyes wide, voice a breathless murmur as you ask, “Where is everyone?”

The gleam in his eyes darkens, and he grabs your jaw, pulling you close until his breath brushes your lips. “Forget them,” he growls, voice low and possessive, “Focus on me. Eyes on me, omega.” His grip tightens, his words sending a rush of warmth through you, making your hips grind harder, a needy whimper spilling out as he pulls you into a hungry, messy kiss. Teeth graze, tongues tangle, his control evident in the way his hand holds you in place, claiming every shiver, every gasp.

“Alpha… please…” you gasp, voice cracking as you press yourself harder against him, slick soaking through the fabric, feeling the thick, throbbing bulge of his knot beneath you. “Need you… need it so bad.” Your words spill out, desperation lacing every syllable, your body responding to his presence in a way that both thrills and terrifies you. The pressure, the heat, his intensity—it’s everything, almost too much, yet somehow not nearly enough.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he growls, voice dark with possession as his hands slide up to grip your waist, fingers pressing with a force that makes your skin burn. “You’re mine, all mine… dripping for me just from grinding on me.” His words spark something wild and primal, your body moving without thought, surrendering to the rhythm, feeling yourself unravel beneath his gaze.

But as the tension mounts, something inside you starts to break. It’s overwhelming, an aching need so intense that your chest tightens, a gasp escaping as tears begin to blur your vision. It’s too much—the pressure, the pleasure, the helplessness of being so completely in his hands, needing him but unable to take it all just yet. A single tear slips down your cheek, and then another, and soon you’re trembling in his hold, soft, helpless sounds falling from you as you press closer, uncertain if it’s pain or pleasure overtaking you.

Bucky’s eyes narrow as he notices, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his gaze softening for a moment. “Look at you, all worked up,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, yet laced with something almost tender. “Can’t handle it, can you? My little omega, so sensitive.” His words make the ache worse, the tears coming faster as he leans in, pressing a possessive kiss against your lips, swallowing the soft, broken sounds you make.

“Shh… you’re okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice dark and rich in your ear, a shiver coursing through you as his hand steadies you, grounding you in his hold. “Not yet, but soon. I’m going to give you everything,” he promises, his tone thick with possession as he presses you firmly to him. “Fill you, claim you, mark every inch of you until there’s nothing left but us, nothing left but me inside you.” His grip tightens, his words a dark promise, and your pulse quickens.

Slowly, Bucky shifts, guiding you back as he leans forward, tilting you until your neck is exposed. Your breath hitches, anticipation winding tight within you, thinking for a split second he’s going to mark you. But instead, he presses a hot, lingering kiss to your collarbone, his lips grazing down your skin as his hand holds you steady. Each soft kiss along your collar sends a thrill through you, his mouth tracing up to the nape of your neck, where he lets his teeth graze lightly, nipping just enough to make you shiver.

Then, with a low growl, he pulls you closer, thrusting hard against you as his teeth sink into your skin, just shy of a mark. The sharp bite sends you over the edge, your body trembling, every nerve igniting as you come undone in his arms, shaking as he holds you steady, his possessive touch grounding you through each wave of pleasure.

Your body quakes in his hold, tremors rolling through you as you cling to him, breathless, every pulse of pleasure leaving you weightless, completely taken. Bucky’s arms stay wrapped around you, grounding you, his lips brushing tenderly over the spot he just bit, his tongue soothing the faint sting as you gasp softly against him.

“There we go… that’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick and velvety as he strokes your back, one hand pressing into the small of your spine, holding you close as your breaths slow. His eyes are dark, filled with satisfaction as he watches you, savoring the sight of you so vulnerable, so utterly his.

Your body settles against him, the intense high fading into a soft, hazy warmth. Almost instinctively, you continue to move your hips in slow, gentle circles, soft whimpers escaping as you melt into his shoulder, eyelids growing heavy, drifting somewhere between bliss and sleep.

His hand strokes up your spine, grounding you with each possessive touch. “You feel that?” he whispers, his mouth brushing your ear, his words sending another shiver through you. “This is just the beginning, sweetheart. You’re mine, and I’m far from done with you.”

A small, needy sound slips from your lips as your hips press against him, despite the exhaustion pulling at you. He smirks, fingers tracing slow, possessive patterns along your waist. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied growl. His hand grazes your hip, drawing gentle circles. “But I want more. Think you can handle that?”

You manage a nod, a sleepy, eager response, melting further into him as your eyelids flutter shut. Just as you’re drifting toward sleep, he chuckles softly, pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head. “First, let’s get some rest, sweetheart,” he whispers, voice a gentle command as he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest.

The golden hour light that once bathed the room has deepened into the cool, quiet blue of night, shadows settling around you as he carries you to the bed. The ache in your body has softened, replaced by a warmth, a certainty that relaxes you in his hold, knowing you’re exactly where you belong.

As he lowers you onto the sheets, your fingers instinctively curl into his shirt, needing to keep him close even in your drowsy haze. His hand brushes tenderly over your cheek, the glint in his gaze a promise that makes your heart race yet leaves you calm, knowing he’s yours, that you’re meant to be right here in his arms. The last thing you feel is the weight of his touch grounding you, a promise of what’s to come as sleep finally pulls you under.

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a/n: all i feel is frustration

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holylulusworld · 1 month ago

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Longing

Summary: You won't give up on him.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: fluff, grumpy x sunshine trope (kinda), sweet reader, a/b/o, scenting, true mates

Written for @yenzys-lucky-charm Cranky, Grumpy, Stabby! Oh, My! Challenge

Trope: Grumpy (and Sunshine)

Prompts: ☀️ A: “Stop coming around here… “ B: “No!” A: “I mean it… I’m just going to end up hurting you if you don’t stay away…” *glaring at each other until one of them grabs the other in a bruising kiss*

He smells you the second you step toward the cell. The alpha dips his head, listening closely to your heartbeat. Your heart always beats a little faster the closer you get to his cell.

He inhales deeply, basking in your scent as you are unaware of his longing for you and your presence.

If only for a few fleeting moments, you make him feel human again.

“Hi,” you shyly say as you stand in front of the cell, carefully touching the bars parting you from the alpha. “I got cupcakes for you and plums.”

His features soften for a second hearing that you remembered he told you about the plums he bought after he was finally free of Hydra.

“I told you to not talk to me,” the alpha grumbles as you place a basket filled with cupcakes, sandwiches, beverages, and plums on the ground.

You unfold the blanket you hid under your jacket, smirking as Bucky watches you with curiosity. “I had to smuggle it inside. They wouldn’t let me bring one last time.”

“Did you hear me?” The alpha asks, waiting for you to finally leave him alone. He’s been on his own for too long and doesn’t know how to handle kindness.

“I have biscuits too,” you say and sit down, cross-legged. “What do you want to eat first?”

Bucky sighs deeply. He mirrors you and sits down in front of the bars. Once again, the alpha gives in to you. “Did they tell you to come here? Is this their newest way to interrogate me?”

You shake your head. “I sneaked in,” you proudly say. “The Avengers are not as smart as they think they are.”

“Doll, you…” Bucky can’t help but grin when you tell him that you outsmarted Tony Stark and Spider-Man. “So, you outsmarted the spider boy?”

“Cupcakes or biscuits? I have sandwiches too.” You move the basket closer to the bars. “Plums maybe?”

While you talk to Bucky, wanting him to eat the food you brought to him, Steve, Tony, and Bruce watch you with worry.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to let her see him?” Tony is still not convinced that Bucky is no threat. “What if he freaks out and hurts her?”

“He’s calm around her. Did you see how he looks at Y/N?” Steve argues. “She’s his true mate. If anyone can stop him from going feral and losing himself again, it’s her.”

“If you say so,” Tony huffs, but watches your interactions with the alpha with interest. “Let’s see.”

“Good, right?” You happily ask as Bucky grabs one of the plums. He hums while eating the juicy fruit. “I got the best for you.”

“Why do you still come back?” Bucky asks. “They’ll never let me out of this cage. You’re wasting your time on me.”

“No, I don’t,” you grumble, not accepting any arguments. “I will come here until they release you. You didn’t hurt me. One day, they’ll see you’re a good man and alpha.”

He takes another bite as you slowly get back up. Bucky watches you with sad eyes, believing you want to leave so soon.

“I stole something from Spider boy,” you giggle and wiggle your fingers to show Bucky the keys to his cell.

“Doll,” Bucky warns. He scrambles to his feet and steps away from the bars. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret. What if I cannot hold back?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you confidently say. Holding Bucky’s gaze, you push the key into the lock, unlocking his cell.

“Doll…no.” He takes another step back when you enter his cell, reaching out for the alpha you’re longing for.

“It’s okay. You won’t hurt me.” You assure him. “Please, alpha…”

“Stop coming around here… “ He says, pointing toward the open door as he does.

“No,” you stubbornly reply while stepping closer to Bucky. “I won’t.”

“I mean it…” He pants heavily when your scent hits him with full force. “I’m just going to end up hurting you if you don’t stay away…”

You glare at Bucky for the first time since you met him. Back then, they brought him here in chains made of vibranium. Princess Shuri from Wakanda accompanied him, telling everyone he was free of the programming and the code words.

They didn’t believe her, though. Instead of welcoming the lost man home, he got tested on and thrown into a cell.

Pursing your lips, you hold Bucky’s gaze. He glares back at you, waiting for you to cave in. He’s an alpha after all.

“Fine, have it your way.” You shriek when Bucky grabs you to press you up against the wall. He looks at you for a second, waiting for you to fight him before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

You wrap your arms around him, melting against his body as his lips devour your mouth. Moaning against him, you let Bucky sling his arms around your body, lifting you off the ground.

“What the fuck, Capsicle!” Tony exclaims loudly as you are heavily making out inside the cell. “She… and then.”

“Uh—I think the kid shouldn’t see this.” Bruce clears his throat and covers the monitor with his hand to stop Peter from watching you wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist. “I think they are fine, though. No sign of aggression.”

Tony is not amused. He scrunches up his nose and makes a retching noise. “They can’t just make out in my cell! Maybe I shouldn’t have given him a comfortable bed with soft cushions.”

Steve grins because his friend is more interested in kissing you than escaping the cell. He knows that if Bucky wanted to, he’d have left the cell a long time ago. One flick of his vibranium wrist and he would have been long gone before anyone noticed his absence.

Something kept him from running away as so often before. His omega and true mate.

Tags in reblog.

#CrankyGrumpyStabby!#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #a/b/o #alpha!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #omega!reader #alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader #fluff

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societyfolklore · 4 months ago

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Society Folklore Masterlist

Most works are 18+/or aimed at that audience. Please take note of warnings within individual stories. (Do not copy, translate, x-post onto other platforms) AO3 Is here (Works -TBA)

(Updated April 1st)

Bucky Barnes:

One shots:

Kuritsa (Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Female Reader)

Freed (Wakanda!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader- Req)

Yours To Keep (Avenger!Bucky Barnes x SHIELD Analyst!Female Reader- Req)

Trapped Together (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, BBarnes 108th Bday Bingo)

Not So Surprising After All (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, BBarnes 108th Bday Bingo)

This Is The Last Time / Part 2 (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader- Req)

No Competition (Avenger!Bucky Barnes x SHEILD agent/trainer! Female Reader- Req)

Under the Brookly Star (Young!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, BBarnes 108th Bday Bingo)

You Said Just The Tip (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Just the Tip)

Mine. Always (Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Female Reader)

Sweet As Sin (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Vet Visit (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

When All Is Said and Done (PostEndgame!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader)

Midnight Stranger (Dark!Buck x Female reader, December Daze Challenge)

Under His Skin (Agent!Bucky Barnes x Agent!Female Reader, December Daze Challenge)

Merry Christmas, I Miss You (Bucky Barnes X Female Reader)

Mess is Best (Dad!Bucky Barnes x Kids x Female Reader, December Daze Challenge)

Ask Santa Nicely (Dark!Dom Bucky x Female Reader, December Daze Challenge)

White Wine In The Sun (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, December Daze Challenge)

Stay Still (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, December Daze Challenge)

Through the Cold (Avenger Bucky Barnes x Agent!Female Reader, December Daze Challenge)

Series:

Dangerous Note AU – Updated Every other Thursday (Mob!Bucky Barnes X Club singer!Female Reader) Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine/ Part Ten / Favour – Completed (ClubOwner!Bucky Barnes X Female Reader, BBarnes 108th Bday Bingo) Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Stolen Devotion - In progress (Stalker!Bucky X Female reader) Part One / Part Two (Coming April)

Drabbles:

Birthday Drabbles (Dad!Bucky x Female Reader – Established Relationship feature kids!)

Morning Drabbles (Bucky x Female Reader – Established Relationship)

Loki:

One shots:

Because You Said It (Loki x Female Reader)

Polite Punishment (Loki x Female Reader)

Lessons in Restraint (Loki x Female Reader, Just the Tip)

Hellcat (Loki x Barbarian!Female Reader)

Melting (Loki x Asgardian! Female reader – Thor and Loki Bingo)

Icebreaker (Loki x Asgardian! Female reader, December Daze Challenge)

The Golden Yule Hunt (Loki x Asgardian Female Reader, Winter Warmers)

Yulefire and Shadows (Loki x Asgardian Female Reader, Winter Warmers)

Quite Escape (Loki x Female Reader, December Daze Challenge, 1st Fic)

Loki’s Gift-Giving Guide to Mortal Relations (Funny..ish)

Series:

Wandering Soul - In progress (Loki x Asgardian!Female Reader) Part One / Part Two / Part Three (Coming April) Plus One Series - Complete (Loki x SHEILD Agent!Female Reader) -Plus One (December Daze Challenge) -Plus One: Aftermath -Plus One: Consequence

Thor:

One Shots:

Just a Little More (Thor x Virgin!Female Reader, Just the Tip)

Thunderstruck(Dark!Thor x Female reader, December Daze Challenge)

Sweet Treat (Thor x Female Reader, Avengers Assembled Bingo -Valintine Challenge)

Steve Rogers:

One Shots:

Tease Me, Take Me (Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Just the Tip)

Midsummer (Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Series:

ApplePie - In progress (Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader) Part One / Part Two (Coming April)

Others:

Synthetic Obedience (Dark!Tony Stark x Lab assistant! Female Reader - Avengers Assembled Bingo)

The Reluctant Therapist (Bruce Banner- Avengers Assembled Bingo)

#Societyfolklore #Societyfolklore Fics #SocietyFolklore Masterlist

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 1 year ago

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Give Me Shelter, For My Heart | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | One Shot? 3k

Things are missing around the Avengers' compound and a newly returned Bucky is acting weirder than normal...Steve and Sam go to investigate and discover more than they bargained for.

Warnings: 18+ for language and suggestion of Hydra violence/torture/experimentation, omegaverse themes including alpha & omega, suggestion of pregnancy/pups, wolf shifting Rated F for Fluff and G for good friends

Challenges & Prompts: @buckybarnesevents Alpha Bucky April with extra prompts - word count, nesting, purring, beta characters, (I'll let mods decide if this hits the breeding/baby fever prompt). And @fandom-free-bingo 'forehead kisses'

Graphic by me and Canva, dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“Hmm,” Steve looked around the supply room, surveying the gaps and empty shelves, normally well stocked with blankets and provisions. It was the third time this week he’d found himself at a loss, not just for words but his things too. Everything seemed to be going missing.

First it was a few plates and mugs from the galley kitchen by his office, then it’d been the lunch he’d left for him and Bucky in the fridge. Last night he’d gone into Bucky’s room to make sure he was okay and found the man sleeping on a bare mattress, all the sheets, pillows and blankets were gone and the newly revived Bucky refused to explain what had happened to them or even acknowledge that there was anything wrong at all. He hadn’t even addressed that fact that the window was wide open and it looked as if he was sleeping in his shoes.

Which brought Steve’s thoughts to the man himself. Bucky had been so odd since he’d returned. For a day or two, he’d been something like his old self, despite the awful situation they found themselves in, he’d joked with Steve and reminisced with the few memories he had. They’d enjoyed a beer together and he’d even met with Tony during their mediation and patched things up.

Then, they’d all climbed onto the jet and he’d become distant, pacing like a caged animal until they’d landed. As soon as the doors were open he’d vanished for forty-eight hours and sent the entire compound into mayhem before strolling back in as if nothing had happened, bruised and covered in blood. Judging by the bandages he sported later that day, his cuts and bruises spread under his shirt and trousers too.

Steve knew that he’d changed during his time with Hyrda, back in the 30s they’d both been betas, happy to plod along ignoring the madness of the few alpha’s in Brooklyn. It had been a rare thing then, to be an alpha, now they were considered a dying breed, so when Bruce’s tests had revealed that Bucky was an alpha now, they’d tried to take it in their stride that he might go off on his own sometimes, especially since omegas were even rarer. But there was still so much they didn’t know, so much to unpack and discover about the Bucky they’d rescued, and Steve was so desperate to spend time getting to know this new man that all the time apart was making him worry.

“You okay?” Sam asked from the doorway, leaning in to hand Steve a hot cup of coffee.

“Just doing a stock check.”

“He take something else?” Sam stepped into the small room, lined with shelves and shelves of tents, camping stoves, parachutes, it seemed to go on and on. The bare grey shelves where stock was missing was stark against the white washed walls.

“He?”

“Barnes,” Sam sipped his coffee, matter of fact, and Steve confronted the worry that had been plaguing him.

“It’s Bucky, isn’t it?” Steve dropped his head heavily and Sam patted him on the back, still sipping his drink.

“Sorry man, told you, he’s not right yet. He’s not hurting anyone though, if he hates his bedding, who cares, if he hates your lunches, who could blame him.”

Sam sidestepped Steve’s halfhearted swipe with a grin on his face.

“But what’s he doing with it, Sam? Where’s it all going?”

“Hell, I don’t know, have you asked him?” Sam raised his eyebrows.

Had Steve asked his best friend, who flinched at his touch and shied away from any conversations? Bucky who vanished for hours at a time and came back looking as if he’d been dragged through a hedge? No, he hadn’t. He’d been too scared to confront what might be going on, what latent part of his programming might be at play.

“Look, if you’re too scared to ask why don’t I?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to raise his eyebrow, it wasn’t that Sam and Bucky didn’t get along, they just didn’t get along yet. Steve was working on it.

“What if we…followed him?” He offered instead and Sam laughed again.

“Who knew Captain America was scared of his own friends,” he couldn’t contain the chuckles. “Fine, fine. Let’s keep an eye on him.” Sam turned to the ceiling, more comfortable with the AI than Steve was. “FRIDAY, if Sergeant Barnes leaves his room, please can you alert us - privately?”

“Of course,” the soft voice answered and Steve gave his friend a weak smile.

FRIDAY’S alert went off twice a day, every day, over the next week. But despite their best efforts neither Steve nor Sam managed to catch up with Bucky.

It wasn’t until the following Saturday that they managed to follow him. Bucky was supposed to be at a training session to get his official certifications but they’d both had a feeling he’d try and skip it. As predicted they’d spotted the blue of his new henley edging around the side of the compound, a full backpack strapped to his back.

Bucky ran across the grass and towards the thick forest. His still uncut hair was tied back but tendrils fell out as he sprinted into the wind.

He was surprisingly loud, as he strode quickly between the trees, snapping twigs and branches that Steve knew he could’ve dodge even before the serum and his training. Sam looked at him, both of their feet silent as they followed.

Bucky’s speed increased as he turned his face up into the breeze, his backpack jostled against the trees, bouncing when he began to run.

Steve kept up, sending Sam wide, into the breeze, in case Bucky doubled back.

Just as he was starting to feel lost in the repetition of trees and ferns, Bucky burst into a clearing and Steve slammed to a halt.

The pine trees gave way to a small patch of clear sky, shining down on an old shed. Unlike the other abandoned guard houses, this one had obviously been cleaned recently. The small porch was swept and a pair of Avengers camping chairs were arranged neatly facing into the forest. A line had been strung between the cabin and the trees where one of the missing blankets fluttered in the gentle wind.

Steve crouched down, motioning to Sam on the other side of the clearing to stay out of sight.

Bucky approached slowly, “Cățeluș, are you here?”

At first there was nothing and then a wolf nosed its way out from behind the door, it’s chestnut brown fur almost gold in the sunlight. It leaped forwards from the porch and shot across the clearing, leaping into Bucky’s arms.

Steve whipped his head up to try and find Sam and by the time his eyes found Bucky again the wolf was gone, replaced by a woman pulling on a large t-shirt from Bucky’s backpack.

“James!” Her sweet voice rang out in the otherwise quiet forest.

Swamped by Bucky’s familiar red henley, you shot from the door and into Bucky's waiting arms, the back pack dropped to the floor and forgotten.

She was swamped by Bucky’s red henley and he wrapped you in his arms, one large hand on the back of your head, tucking you into his neck. The other supported your legs, now wrapped around his waist.

In the clearing Bucky's shoulders relaxed as he sank into your embrace, kissing and nipping at your neck. In return you tipped your head, practically purring at the attention and wriggling in his arms.

“Have you been okay, baby.” Bucky asked, pulling away enough to look you over.

“I'm okay, I missed you though, James, please don't leave me again.” You begged cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands.

Bucky turned into your palm and kissed it, “I know, I know, I’ve been making sure it’s safe for you.”

Steve's heart sank. Bucky didn't feel safe?

“You trust me, don't you, my little omega.” Bucky rubbed his nose into your cheek and you giggled, holding him even tighter, your hands in his hair.

An omega?

Sam stared over at Steve, eyes wide.

It was clear to them both that this was no chance encounter and all Bucky’s odd behaviour suddenly started to make more sense.

Steve motioned for Sam to leave, they could sneak back to the compound and perhaps bring this up tentatively. Perhaps leave some items you might like lying around in the hopes that Bucky would take them and understand that his secret was out, but it was safe.

Sam moved swiftly round the clearing as Steve continued to watch Bucky.

Bucky vanished into the cabin, leaving you on the porch alone, snuggled into his shirt and pressing the collar to your nose.

“She’s cute,” Sam whispered, squeezing up against Steve, still hiding in the overgrown ferns that lined the edge of the cabin.

“We can’t let her sleep out here. She must be hungry and cold.”

Bucky emerged from the cabin carrying two of the missing mugs, balancing them carefully on the railing before scooping you up into his lap. His hand hovered by his mouth, sipping in slow motion as his eyes scanned the tree line and Steve took a breath, sitting back quickly.

“Stay here, Cățeluș,” he was up in a flash, eyes always on the tree line even when he reached into his boot to pull out a familiar gerber knife.

Instead of flipping it into his palm, he balanced it on the arm of your camping chair. Eyes still on the trees he placed his metal hand on top of your head, “stay here and stay safe, follow the plan, do what you need to.” His voice was low, series, almost a growl. Far away from the happy, loving tones he’d been speaking to you with before.

You nodded, and as soon as he felt your head move he was up and off the porch.

Steve and Sam looked up in time to see a wolf leap towards them.

It was true then, the experiments had worked and Steve had the cold feeling that returned every time he discovered something new about his friend during a fight, but he had no time to worry about it now. Not when the wolf was closing in on them.

It was huge, its white fur dusted with fallen leaves, but its teeth gleamed in the afternoon sun as he pounced, snarling. His paws the size of dinner plates slamming into the ground in front of them, teeth bared and snarling.

Steve rolled away, pulling Sam with him and covering his body, regretting not bringing the shield.

“Bucky!” Sam shouted from under Steve’s arm

“Bucky it’s us we don’t want to hurt you!”

The wolf pulled back from the two men pinned beneath him, and something like clarity passed over Bucky’s icey blue eyes and he sat on his haunches, head cocked to one side, ears floppy. Then it stood, rounding the bushes and, in a blink, the man had reappeared still hiding before the foliage to cover his naked body.

“Steve -” Bucky looked thoroughly confused,

“Bucky, we’re so sorry we shouldn’t have followed you.”

“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s voice wavered, his body cold without his fur and with his clothes left behind in the cabin.

“We were worried about you, man, you’ve been so weird - stealing stuff, going missin’, can you blame us for getting creeped out?” Sam raised his eyebrows and Bucky’s brow furrowed.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I just had to -” he gestured back towards the cabin and, as if remembering he’d left you behind with no way of knowing he was safe he turned and ran back to the clearing.

Steve and Sam jumped up, chasing after Bucky once more.

The cabin porch was empty when Steve picked his way down the slope of mud and rocks into the clearing.

A howl rang out as he got closer to the little house, a high, pained sound and then the response came, low and level.

There were two wolves now, hidden at the side of the cabin in the shadows.

The white wolf kept itself half turned towards Steve and Sam, who kept quiet and still, barely daring to breathe, allowing its companion to approach slowly.

The brown wolf dropped in front of the white, ears flat back against its head, and then rolled over, showing a soft belly that the white wolf nuzzled gently before turning back to Steve and barking sharply.

Steve held his hands up and the wolf barked again, turning tail and returning to the cabin.

It took only moments for Bucky to show himself on the porch, pulling his henley back down over his now dirt streaked belly.

“Come in,” he gestured up the stairs and vanished again.

The cabin, though run down, was well kept. The porch was swept of leaves and there was even a little mat by the door.

“Shoes,” you whispered, pulling on Bucky’s sleeve as you entered the main living space, making an attempt to hide behind him. You’d dressed again too, also in one of Bucky’s henleys and a pair of leggings that Steve recognised as Avengers recruit issue.

“Do you mind?” Bucky asked while Steve and Sam stared between you both.

“Shoes,” you turned to look up at Bucky again, eyes pleading in one moment and then flicking to the two new men treading mud into your home.

“Your shoes, take them off.” Bucky helped them arrange their boots neatly by the door while you pottered around the fireplace. “This is her nest,” he whispered, making sure the doormat was straight and the little curtain was neat over the window. “It’s important to omegas, to her,” you turned shooting a glare over your shoulder, “to us-that it’s kept just right and she hates shoes inside.”

In the small living space a camping stove had been set up with a kettle, a portable fridge, and an assortment of mugs, both Avengers field regulation and novelty, which were set neatly on the mantel. You chose four, and placed them next to the kettle while it steamed happily away.

Bucky spoke softly to you in a mixture of English and Romanian, but you didn’t come any closer to the strange men. You’d seen them before, on the television and in Bucky’s notebooks, but now that they were here, so large and imposing, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look over.

“This is Cățeluș, well, that’s not her real name but we couldn’t find that. She - uh -” you watched Bucky struggle for words and lay a hand on his cheek, smiling warmly up at him. Your Winter, your James. “-I don’t want to say the word, it upsets her, but she was with me when I was - him - part of the experiments.”

You poured the tea quietly, watching the steam rise into the darts of sun making their way through the broken knots of wood in the wall, and you took a deep breath. With shaking hands you gave the first man, Sam, a cup. He had a gentle face, a wide smile and he didn’t look at you with pity, as you feared, only interest.

The second man held his breath as you approached, keeping his hands as close to his body as possible until you pushed the cup towards him. Steve. Bucky had lots of pictures of Steve in his notebooks and had told you more stories than you could remember, but he didn’t look sickly, he looked too big for the space, his shoulders drawn in, slouched. You appreciated that he was trying not to look scary, even though your every nerve was on edge.

Bucky took the proffered mug from your hands with a kiss to your forehead and you sighed, allowing him to steer you to the only arm chair in the room and then passing you your own tea.

“We got out, eventually and - I brought her here.” Bucky sat on the rolled arm of the chair, draping his own arm over your shoulders and fitting you into his side.

Steve and Sam could only stare.

“Why didn’t you bring her to the compound? She can stay -” Steve turned to you, “you can stay, either in Bucky’s room or you can have your own room if you’d prefer.”

It took you a moment to process the offer, but eventually you shook your head, turning into Bucky’s side.

“It was awful - in there, with them she, we both -” Bucky struggled for the words, the desire to protect you rising inside

“It’s okay,” Sam said carefully, “I know the transition’s been rough on you, Bucky, I can’t imagine what it’s been like for her, how you even got her out here. But there’s nothing to be afraid of, maybe she’ll come with you? If you suggest it?”

Sam kept looking at you, his eyes soft and encouraging but you turned away, pressed your face into Bucky’s ribs where his scent had soaked through his shirt, reassuring and primal, chanting in your head Alpha, safe, Alpha, safe. You did miss him, when he was gone, but how could he keep you safe in that place.

You’d seen it, once or twice, through the trees when you took a walk, looking for whatever you could find in the forest. Guards left lots of things behind, bottles and coats and jackets, useful things. You collected them all, skirting around the edge of that horrid white building and hoping to never see the terrifying things that flew out of it, men in suits and robots, it was too much.

“You can bring whatever you like with you, and maybe Nat and Wanda could help you with some new things, if you liked?” Steve followed Sam’s lead, keeping his voice steady and low.

“James - my nest.” You mumbled, gripping his henley in your fist.

He dropped a hand onto your head, “we can do whatever you like, baby. You want to stay here, we can stay, you want to go to the compound, we’ll go.”

You felt Bucky’s heart rate pick up, its beat hammering and your anxiety grew too, your breathing more ragged, you turned even further into him, practically climbing into his lap, the henley you’d taken from him riding up.

Instantly you knew it was a mistake, the scars of your time in Hydra were still visible, raised on your skin, yellowing patches of healing bruises and calloused skin from repeated bouts in the chair.

Sam and Steve could barely conceal their inhale of breath.

“Bucky, did you get her checked by a doctor or…” Sam trailed off, Bucky looked angry again, his arms fully surrounding you.

“And what would I have said, Sam?” He growled, “I know she looks like she’s been kept in a cage and beaten but please don’t arrest me, I promise it wasn’t me? Her social security number? Sorry, I don’t have it, we don’t even know her name. I did the best I could.” His anger tipped over into a resigned sadness. Bucky cupped your face in one hand and forced you to look up at him, “I did the best I could, baby, I really did.”

You nodded and his grip loosened so you could nuzzle into his chest again, your own tears running down your cheeks at the memory of those early days. Bucky’s shaking hands patching up your burns and cuts, the whisky you’d slugged before he pulled out a stray bullet from your arm and stitched it with floss. Every touch had been gentle though, every time he’d changed your bandages or cleaned you up, it had been gentle. It had been everything he could give you.

“We didn’t mean it like that, Buck,but we could help, get her checked over and then you can come back here.” Sam’s voice was plaintive, deliberately soothing and it made Bucky’s blood boil.

“I’m not taking her to that place.” He bit back, there was no mistaking the way he curled you into his body, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around your back.

It didn’t hurt anymore, to be touched, but then it’d never hurt to be touched by James. His hands had always been careful with you, his strength used only for protection and it was for that reason that you lay your trust in him completely.

“Don’t make me go, Alpha.” You whispered, your lips brushing the base of his neck where you’d marked him, right over his scent gland, your teeth marks an eternal brand. You nuzzled into him, your chest rumbling again.

“I won’t make you go,” he looked back at Steve and Sam, the finality of his decision sat heavily in the air.

“Can we at least bring some medical things here? Would you let Sam check you out?” Steve offered, he was increasingly concerned by the way Bucky had retreated into the chair, his own legs now curled up on the overstuffed cushion.

Above you, James nodded once, “just you and Sam, don’t tell anyone else. I’ll know if you tell anyone else.” The panic edging Bucky’s voice had Steve raising his hands in surrender.

“I promise, Buck, just Sam and I.”

Sam and Steve left the cabin at dusk while you and Bucky watched from the deck. As soon as they were beyond the trees he pulled you even tighter against his chest, his heat warm.

“Everything is going to be okay, baby, I promise, no one’s going to ever, ever, hurt you again.” His hands slid down your arms and across the slow swell of your belly. “But we should consider their offer, make sure we’re making a choice that’s good for you and me, as well as them.” His palm pushed up under your shirt, splayed on your tight skin and, deep inside, your pup pushed back.

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dirtyvulture · 2 years ago

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Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by 🦥 anon: What about alpha!Nat who is anatomically female so she can't knot or mate with omega!Reader like Alpha!g!pNat can so she has her best pal beta!Bruce or alpha!Tony invent a knotting strap on 🫣 now alpha!Nat can Knott her little omega anytime she pleases. Bonus if omega!Wanda enchants the strap so alpha!nat can actually feel it 🤤

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AN: This was a good one. Thanks, 🦥!

"What's wrong, Nat?" you ask when you feel your alpha's arm squeeze your torso tighter than normal. She exhales into your hair, and you know it's not from exhaustion from your earlier activities, but frustration.

"Um, nothing," Natasha says, that is obviously a lie, but if she won't tell you what's on her mind, you won't push it.

"Okay, well, good night," you respond, cringing at the awkwardness but not wanting to dwell on it.

While you fall asleep in record time, Natasha lies awake, holding you tightly as she stares at the back of your head. The thought that she can' t be a proper alpha to you, simply because she is not equipped with the right body parts, is infuriating and saddening to her. Not that you had ever complained once or saw her as any less than the male alphas, but Natasha had an internal struggle every time you begged to be knotted and she simply...couldn't.

She didn't know what to do, but she had thought about enlisting the help of some of her colleagues. As awkward as the request would be, maybe it would help her self-esteem and you would be so pleased with the result.

So the next morning, Natasha goes off to have the most awkward conversation of her life with Tony Stark.

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Natasha is practically vibrating with excitement as she carries you to your bedroom. Even you can sense her amped up emotions as you wrap your arms around her, kissing her hard and sloppily.

"Are you okay, babe?" you ask, breaking away for a breath while pulling your clothes off at the same time.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I get to be with you," she says, taking off her shirt, then her sweatpants. When she drops her pants, you gasp at the sight of her new strap. The color matches her skin tone exactly, almost looking like an actual extension of her body and you can't help but lick your lips at the thought of it being inside of you. It's a little smaller than the one she normally uses, but thicker to make up for it. Your core aches around nothing.

"Like what you see, baby?" Natasha says, grasping her cock and stroking it. "I had it specially made..." She debates on whether or not to tell you the truth of the toy's origins, but feels like it might ruin the mood now.

"It looks so good on you," you pant, hooking your hands around her thighs and pulling her onto the bed with you.

"It'll look better inside you," Natasha responds with a smirk, trying to contain a moan when her hand reaches her tip. It was a little strange and first to be able to "feel" with the faux cock, but now she's eager to stick it inside of you and experience you in a way she never has before.

As Natasha hovers over you, you instinctively reach for her cock and she gasps so loud when you touch it, you recoil your hand as if you've hurt her.

"Nat?" you ask.

"No, it's okay, baby. Touch me again," Natasha says, and you wrap your hand around her cock, causing her whole body to shudder. "I can feel it," she admits, dropping her head to press her forehead against yours. "I'll finally be able to feel you, baby. And properly knot you."

A thousand thoughts of curiosity fill your head, like where in the world she managed to get a strap like this, but now your only concern is getting her inside you. Although Natasha had never disappointed you in bed, your heart rate skyrockets at the thought of her getting to feel you and knot you. It seemed almost too good to even be real.

"Does this feel good?" you ask, jerking her cock off a little awkwardly, mostly because you don't have much experience. Maybe that would change soon.

"Yes," she whispers, her hips moving jerkily every time your thumb swipes over the tip of her cock. "Keep going, baby."

Even though you're stroking a silicone toy, you swear it feels like it's throbbing in your hand. Maybe it wasn't such a gimmick after all.

"Okay, stop, stop," Natasha says suddenly, afraid she's going to burst. She swats your hand away, her stomach clenching almost uncomfortably to hold herself back. She pushes you to lay down fully, carefully positioning her cock at your entrance. "Ready, baby?"

"I need you, Nat," you whine. "I need my alpha."

Natasha holds her breath as she slides into you with ease, almost collapsing on your chest when your hot walls wrap around her, holding her in a tight grip like she's never been before. "Oh, God. Oh fuck, Y/N..."

It feels different having her inside of you like this, almost like you can feel her throbbing.

"I want you to knot me, Nat," you beg, reaching up to lock your hands around her back to hold her close.

"I will, baby. Hold on." Natasha starts jerking her hips in broad strokes, obsessed with the way you clench and squeeze around her. She pushes in until she can't see any of her cock anymore, but the subtle bulge of your stomach, and the fire of arousal burns through her veins. She leans over to lick and nip at the mating mark on your neck, slamming into you with powerful thrusts.

You moan at the sensation of being filled so deeply, Natasha soothing the ache of emptiness in your loins with each thrust.

"Knot me, Nat, please," you whimper, scratching down her back. You can sense her desperation and need, feel her desire as she twitches inside of you, her size seemingly growing as the knot at the base of her cock starts to inflate.

You can't believe this is about to happen, as Natasha grunts and groans into your ear, promising to fill you with her pups and knot you properly for the first time in your life. You're awash with bliss as she thrusts into you strongly, holding you down as her body starts to tremble as she empties her seed into you. There is an almost painful stretch in your core and you look down to see the base of her cock fit snugly into your pussy, preventing any of her cum from spilling out of you like it normally does.

The pressure in your stomach is too much and you are too aroused to hold back anymore, tipping your head back into the pillows and moaning as you gush around her cock. It feels like a lifetime of pure ecstasy as you lay there, Natasha fully connected with you. You don't ever want it to end.

"My perfect omega," Natasha whispers, stroking your hair as she tries to calm down from her own high. "I love you so much." Today was a complete success in her book, and she can't wait to knot you over and over again in the future.

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storytimewithnina · 5 days ago

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And We Were Never the Same (Avengers x reader x Bucky)

Summary: When friends turn into enemies, nothing will ever feel the same again. The bonds once cherished are shattered, leaving behind a powerful reminder of how quickly loyalty can transform into betrayal.

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Avengers (Bucky focus)

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Some time ago..

They found you in a Hydra cell. Broken. Barely breathing. Files said “Asset #29.”

No name. No past. Just a ghost with a barcode and a kill count.

Bucky had been the one to stand outside your medical room and say, “She’s like me.”

He meant it. You had the same empty eyes, the same fractured mind, the same screams in your sleep.

The Avengers took you in—not entirely out of trust, but out of guilt. Steve vouched for you. Natasha kept a blade under her pillow anyway.

But Bucky… he understood. He stayed up with you on the nights you woke up crying. You both stitched each other back together with shared silence, coffee at 3 a.m., and worn-out apologies for things neither of you could remember doing.

It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t clean. But you became part of them.

And it felt like you were healing.

Until the missions started again.

Until you began seeing things the others didn’t.

How Stark watched you too closely.

How Steve’s reports left out details.

How Fury spoke to you like a ticking bomb.

How they feared you—quietly, politely, but they did.

You weren’t one of them.

You were tolerated.

A means to a morally gray end.

And they lied to you.

You found the files in a corrupted SHIELD server. Your real past.

Hydra hadn’t made you a weapon. They’d found you after the Avengers failed to extract you from a mission gone sideways. You were seventeen. You waited three days for extraction. It never came.

They had known. They left you behind.

They thought you were dead.

And when Hydra picked you up—when they carved obedience into your bones—SHIELD made the whole incident disappear.

Steve read that report.

Nat filed it.

Tony signed off on the redaction.

You sat in the dark for hours after finding that out, listening to your own breathing like it was the only sound that still made sense.

Then you got the call.

The other side. The “wrong” side. People who had been chewed up and spit out by the same system. Forgotten. Left to rot.

They didn’t promise redemption. They promised revenge.

And you said yes.

Not out of hatred.

But because finally, someone believed you deserved to be angry.

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You stood on the rooftop, watching flames eat away at Stark’s clean-cut skyline.

Below, the Avengers scrambled. Trying to find you. Trying to piece together how their ghost had become their traitor.

You could still hear Nat’s voice on the comms: “Y/N’s gone dark. She was with us five minutes ago.”

“No sign of forced entry. Shit—something’s missing from the vault,” Stark snapped.

“The Omega Protocol? Are you kidding me?”

Then Bucky. Voice low. “I’ll find her.”

Of course he would.

He found you.

Footsteps.

Then his voice.

“Y/N.”

You don’t turn.

Instead, you raise your arms like you’re welcoming the apocalypse. Rain clings to your face, hair plastered down like you just crawled out of hell.

“Bucky. You made it. Aw. You always were the loyal dog.”

He flinches.

You finally turn, that eerie smile stretched too wide, eyes too bright—like someone who’s been talking to ghosts and liked it.

“Nice night for a betrayal, huh?” you say with a mock whisper. “Top ten plot twists?”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he asks, but his voice is careful. Like you’re a wire about to snap.

You look down at the drive, spin it once, then slip it into your pocket with a flourish like it’s some magic trick.

“I’m correcting the narrative,” you say, voice lilting, sing-songy. “Because surprise, surprise—turns out I was the villain in someone else’s story all along. Might as well own it, right?”

“You’re not a villain—”

“Oh, Bucky,” you coo, stepping closer, head tilting. “Don’t lie to the unstable girl with a kill switch.”

Your smile fades. Something cracks underneath.

“Do you know what it’s like,” you whisper, voice sharp now, “to be buried alive in your own mind? Screaming, remembering every second of the moment you realized no one was coming for you?”

You tap your temple.

“I do. I lived there.”

Bucky swallows. Rain runs down his jaw like it’s trying to rinse the guilt off him.

“They thought you were dead,” he says. “We thought—”

“You didn’t think enough.” Your voice cuts through him like glass.

You start to laugh then—high, breathless, a little unhinged. “You know what’s funny? The part that really broke me wasn’t the torture or the reprogramming or the years of being treated like a weapon.”

Your smile sharpens into something ugly. Beautiful.

“It was coming back. And realizing I was just an inconvenience with a name.”

“You weren’t—”

“I was a liability. A project. A charity case to patch up and parade around like proof of redemption.”

You stalk closer. He doesn’t back up.

“Did you ever really see me?” you ask, quieter now. “Or just a reflection of what you were trying to forgive in yourself?”

Silence.

The rain falls harder now. Sirens in the distance. The world closing in.

You take a slow, shaky breath. When you speak again, it’s like your voice is splintering apart.

“I’m tired, Bucky.”

And it’s the first honest thing you’ve said.

“I’m so tired of being everyone’s aftermath. Their ghost. Their guilt.”

You take the drive out again. Hold it up like it’s salvation.

“But I can be something else now. Something they can’t ignore.”

“You’ll start a war,” he says, stepping forward, slow.

You smile again. This time it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“I am the war.”

He doesn’t reach for his weapon. He doesn’t try to stop you.

He just looks at you like he’s already mourning the death of someone he used to love.

“I loved you, Y/N.”

Your eyes flicker. And for a heartbeat—just one—there’s a flicker of the person you used to be.

Then you blink.

And she’s gone.

You offer a mocking little bow, soaking wet, grinning like the world’s burning and you finally understand the joke.

“Oops.”

Then you’re gone.

In the months that follow, they’ll call you a ghost story. A cautionary tale.

Tony will up security. Nat will keep a bullet with your name on it.

Bucky?

He’ll stop talking during briefings.

He’ll stop sleeping.

And every time someone mentions your name, he’ll flinch like it still matters.

Because it does.

Because some ghosts don’t haunt houses.

They haunt hearts.

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You don’t always lose people to death.

Sometimes, you lose them to the fire you helped start.

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sleepybbywrites · 1 month ago

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Happy Little Omega Farms (1) 18+

a/n: this is reposted! I am however the original author, my other tumblr was just casually deleted by tumblr smile

summary: reader is an omega. the avengers pack needs an omega. the pack leaders of the avengers arrive at hlof to see if they can find the perfect fit, will it be reader?

warnings: alpha/omegaverse, this chapter doesn't have too much but definitely mentions some adult things

pairings: this will eventually be avengers x reader, this chapter however has tony x reader and steve x reader

word count: 1.9k~

MASTERLIST (wip) | HLOF MASTERLIST/INFO

Happy Little Omega Farms was the biggest Omega sanctuary in the world. Which sounded extravagant and massive, but considering they only housed roughly 100 omegas (which was 95% of known remaining omegas), it was still a fairly small organization. Security however, was very tight. Protocols were in place to ensure the safety of omegas and some even worried that some of the omegas were purposefully unaccounted for in a secret attempt to create more omegas. Whatever the case may have been, HLOF was the best bet for the Avengers to find their pack an omega. The Avengers might have been a group of some of the most elite minds, but they were also still just as affected by the Omega shortage as every other pack.

Which was how Steve Rogers and Tony Stark ended up sitting in the small waiting room. Well, Steve was sitting. Tony was standing, one hand on his hip while he spoke to the poor unsuspecting beta behind the counter, ranting about how they were prestigious guests, they shouldn’t be required to wait, blah blah blah. Steve had tuned it out within the first minute of him opening his mouth. Steve sat quietly, his large frame dwarfing the small chair he was seated in. He had a tablet in his hand and he was reading through information about some of the ‘adoptable’ omegas in their database. It felt weird, looking over these little profiles about the omegas, he felt like he was shopping instead of trying to get an idea of which omega might best work for their pack of superheroes.

A different beta worker approached him, leaning forwards over the tablet. “If there are any that you’d like to meet while you’re here today, just click the little heart next to their picture.” The beta gave him a warm smile and he could feel the effects of their beta scent soothing his nerves ever so slightly. He gave them a small nervous smile in return and thanked them, returning to the top. Tony had apparently given up on trying to get them special privileges as he plopped down in the seat beside Steve with a loud huff.

“Anyone interesting?” he asked the blonde. Steve’s brows furrowed at his words and he cast him a quick sidelong glance before he sighed softly. “It just feels weird.. I mean what if I skip over someone and they’d be perfect for us?” he asked, reading over another blurb of information about the first omega. Tony took the tablet from him and began clicking the heart on every single one of them, until they had hearted all thirty currently available omegas. Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess that’s one way to do it..” You had been sitting on one of the benches outside, seated next to two very chatty omegas who were talking about– you tuned back into the conversation for a moment– dildos. Maybe it was time to go back inside. You rose to your feet, not even getting a glance from the two you’d been sitting with as you made your way back into the little side door to the sanctuary. As soon as you walked in you were hit with a cloud of nervous scents coming from absolutely everywhere. Almost as if on cue, the little bracelet on your wrist buzzed, lighting up a little heart indicator. You were chosen for consideration. Apparently, whatever prestigious alphas were visiting had selected not only you but also every other eligible omega in the sanctuary, which very easily explained all the panicked and nervous scents. You made it back to your room and rifled through your clothes. You weren’t not nervous but the idea of meeting with some rich alphas didn’t rile you up the same way it seemed to with the other twenty-nine omegas chosen. After stressing over your options for a lot longer than you felt you should have, you settled on a pair of light colored jeans, light blue converse and a matching light blue sweater. Now you just had to wait until your bracelet lit up once more.

Each ten minute session with the omegas seemed to fade into the next and eventually Steve just sat still in the room while letting Tony take the lead. Damn extroverts. He listened to the omegas talk about themselves, about the kinds of things they hoped for from a pack. Each one of them seemed to be cut off abruptly at some point or another by Tony and Steve just watched from the sidelines, unsure of what had prompted him to send them off in the first place. Tony was good at this, at figuring people out, so Steve felt strangely comfortable with letting him decide to shoo off the current omega and let the next one join them.

It had been almost five hours by the time they’d made it to the final omega on the list, the one that had been eligible but unadopted the longest. Tony had pushed his sleeves up to his elbows by this point, his jacket thrown over one of the chairs. Steve could smell the frustration on his scent, obviously displeased by every other omega they’d met that day. Steve thought they had all seemed nice and he could have easily pictured himself with any of them, but it wasn’t just about him. It wasn’t even about just him and Tony, it was about the entire team. Steve found himself sighing softly just before the door opened one last time.

You stepped into the small meeting room and your eyebrows rose at the sight before you. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. These were the prestigious alphas that had rejected the other twenty-nine omegas? You were done for. You offered a small, slightly uneasy smile as you walked in. You missed the way Steve seemed to perk up slightly, but you didn’t miss the way Tony’s scent morphed, from one of frustration to a slightly softer scent. You introduced yourself and like the good little omega you were trained to be, you allowed them both to smell the slightly fainter scent glands in your wrist. Steve’s hands were massive compared to your own as he gently held your wrist up to his nose. His eyes shut and just as quickly as he’d let go of you, Tony had your wrist in his hand, inhaling your scent deeply.

It had been a long time since you’d noticed Alpha’s scenting aroused from you. The combined scent of both of them at once was almost overwhelming and you had to sit down to keep your knees from buckling from beneath you.

Tony stared at you across the small table, even from where you were seated you could see the way his pupils had dilated, swallowing almost the entirety of his deep brown irises. Despite Steve not having done much of the talking, he was the first to actually speak to you. “So.. what kind of pack are you hoping for?” His question was one that almost every alpha asked and you took in a slow breath, knowing your answer would most likely cause you to be sent out early, just like most of the other omega’s they'd spoken to today.

“I’m looking for a pack that will treat me as more than just a weak omega.” you said the words and lifted your head in an almost defiant manner. Steve looked over at Tony who was grinning. Something about the grin made your heart begin to race and the billionaire’s scent began to grow more and more intense. Steve rose to his feet, clamping a hand over the other man’s scent gland with a low growl.

“You’re overwhelming her.” he growled into Tony’s ear. The shorter man cleared his throat and straightened his tie, yanking a scent block stick from his pocket, aggressively rubbing it over his scent glands, shaking his head with a laugh. Steve seemed pleased with this but didn’t sit back down. His eyes found yours and he nodded, something that surprised you. “I think that’s an entirely fair request. Do you have a certain personality type or two that you’re less inclined to respond to?” he asked, brows pinching together in thought as he awaited your response.

You swallowed nervously, you didn’t usually get past the first question in interviews. Your eyes met with the man’s deep blue eyes, his own pupils a bit more blown now, though his scent remained a steady constant. “Just alphas that think omega’s are only fuck toys.” the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them and you felt your pulse race, cheeks flushing as you imagined them getting offended and tossing you out. The men cast each other a glance and you shrank back into your seat, waiting for the inevitable.

“It’s starting to make sense why you’ve been here so long.” Tony’s reply was blunt and you couldn’t help but wince slightly. Steve elbowed him in the ribs and there was a small exchange of low growls between the two Alphas but Tony cleared his throat and stepped closer to you. You looked up at him, expecting to be told off. However he simply crouched down in front of you. You could see the way his eyes dilated once more as he caught onto your scent and he tutted softly. “Hey, I didn’t mean that as a slight against you. I meant that Alphas are idiots and usually just think with their dicks rather than their brains.” His hand came up and gently cupped your chin in his hand. “I think you might be just what we’ve been looking for..”

You felt like the air had been pulled from your lungs. You’d been stuck in this stupid sanctuary for so long, meeting so many alphas that would rather ignore you and take home whatever omega was willing to bend over and let them fuck them senseless that the idea that you might be chosen was almost unbelievable. Your eyes roamed over Tony’s face slowly before you looked over at Steve whose expression was soft. Tony rose to his feet and he walked over to the door, knocking to get the attention of one of the workers. Once the door opened he began talking about another meeting, about bringing the entirety of his pack to meet with you. Your heart was pounding in your ears, making his words fade away. You almost didn’t notice when Steve crouched down in front of you this time, taking one of your hands in both of his.

You looked down at the way his hands engulfed your own, his hands were rough and calloused but so incredibly gentle. You had to remind yourself that this man was an alpha. Not just an alpha either, he was an avenger, a superhero. And he wanted you? They both did? Your head turned slightly to look over at Tony speaking with one of the workers of the sanctuary, both tapping over tablets and talking dates, times, expectations. Your gaze drifted back to the man in front of you and he gave you a smile. “I really hope you’re what we’ve been looking for..” his voice was soft and part of you found yourself wanting to lean forwards, to burrow into the massive expanse of his chest and just disappear. But you held back, you’d only just met him and you were much more than just a submissive little omega.

“I hope so too..”

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huffelpuff210 · 1 year ago

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My new list for the dark

Biker Bucky Barnes x abused reader

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Dark alpha Steve Rogers x dark alpha Bucky Barnes x dark alpha Tony stark x omega reader

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 9 months ago

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Angel - Part 3

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers?

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Reader is enhanced, has wings and has powers connected to electricity.

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of the readers attack continues.

Chapter Warnings: Description of sexual assault, attempted rape, torture (attacker uses an electric shocker on reader) and samples being taken.

“Scan complete.” F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed. “Injuries, three broken ribs, two broken fingers to the left hand and one to the right, crushed vocal calls, concussion and bruising to her thighs, wrists and face. I’m detecting seminal fluid on the legs, stomach and personal areas. Suit is in tact but shows attempts at forced removal.”

“Agent, walk me through what happened.”

“Shall I interpret?” Clint asked.

“No,” Hill replied. “Let the AI do it, ideally it needs to be a neutral party.”

Clint nodded. You began to sign but your hands were shaky and your sentences abrupt.

“We got back from the mission and there were mentions of drinks in the mess. I wanted to shower first, there’s dust and rubble in my hair. He came to my room.”

“Who?” Asked Hill.

“AFH 23 Jones.”

There’s mutterings of “son of a bitch” and “I’m gonna kill him”.

“I’m going to need you all to stay quiet.” Hill instructed. There were huffs around the jet.

“Continue Agent.”

“He came to the quarters, my quarters, the room they’d put me in. I didn’t answer the door. They’d put him next door, at the side of me.”

Natasha growled. You’d already raised your concerns about Jones’ interest in you. He shouldn’t have even been in the same building.

“I waited for him to step back from the door and made sure it was locked.” You signed. “I put the shower on and then I heard another door. There was a connecting door.”

Your hands started to shake and your scent grew in distress to the point it burnt the other’s noses.

“Is this necessary? Does it have to be done now?” Asked Bruce.

“I’m afraid so Doctor Banner.” Came Hill’s reply.

“It was locked, I know it was. He said it wasn’t. Tried to give me whisky. I started to argue and went to check if he’d broken in. The handle was on the floor. He charged at me and we started to fight. He used a shocker.”

“What type?”

“For enhanced.”

Growls rumbled through the jet.

“He maced me as I tried to get it off and he knocked me to the floor and he said if I didn’t comply, he’d….”

Your hands shook and your breathing became more erratic.

“Breathe sweetie, you can do this sestra.”

You started to sign again.

“He said if I didn’t comply he’d have me thrown in the Raft. He’d have me put there as an out of control enhanced. He tried cutting at my suit but it’s the one Nat gave me.”

“Romanoff?”

“It’s Stark Tech same as the new S.H.I.E.L.D ones, I had Tony make a couple for her.”

“He couldn’t get it off and he hit me across the face. Every time I struggled he shocked me. I couldn’t move. He just carried on and rubbed himself all over me, his hands round my throat. He finished, sat there drinking the whiskey. He’d shocked me so many times I was paralysed. I couldn’t get up. I must have burnt through my blocker because the others were there then, they broke down the door, they saw what he’d done.”

“What others?”

“The team I was with.”

“I’ll need the mission team list.”

“I have access to her missions. I’ll send it over.” Nat added.

“Did they try to assist you?”

You nodded and signed yes.

“I didn’t want to stay there. The way they looked at me.”

“That’s understandable.”

“So you left and contacted Agent Romanoff?”

You nodded and pointed at the watch around your wrist.

“OK. Banner, I’ll need nail clippings and her suit bagging. If there’s anything in her hair I’ll need a sample of that too.”

“Understood.” Bruce replied as he gave you a sympathetic look.

You held out your hands and Bruce started to clip your nails. You zoned out as he whispered reassurance to you and didn’t come back around until Nat tried to guide you to the shower.

“Allowed?” You signed.

“Yes, Maria said you can.”

Nat guided you to a wall and before you have chance to ask questions a panel slides back and she ushers you in, you look around confused.

“It’s like the tardis.” You sign. Nat smiles as memories of Clint and you watching old Doctor Who reruns when you were bunkered down in a safe house flicker in her mind. “I didn’t see the door.”

“Well Tony likes things to look sleek and tidy, unlike his lab.”

You make no attempt to remove your underwear, the only clothes you’ve been left wearing. Realising you’ve left your bag in the ditch you sign to Natasha.

“My things, don’t have them.”

Nat holds up your mud covered bag.

“I have it, don’t worry. We’ll lend you anything else you need.”

You nod as your eyes fill with tears.

“Can I touch you sestra?”

You nod and she pulls you into her arms as you sob. It doesn’t take long for a knock on the door to sound.

“You guys OK?”

Clint, but you know Bruce is hovering near the door too. Both of their scents lingering nearby.

You pull away and start to peel off your underwear, as Nat confirms that she has everything in hand before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the shower.

You step in and start to rinse yourself off. Nat points out the fancy pump on the wall as shower wash and asks the AI to give you her shampoo and conditioner. Two more pumps appear and she tells you which is which. You go about your routine as you usually would post mission. Two shampoos of your hair, conditioner left on whilst you wash your body but as you start to finish off the conditioner you feel the need to wash again, desperate to scrub your skin.

Nat, whose eyes have been on you throughout, watching you through the class screen door, straightens herself as you start to scrub at your skin, more vigorously as before. She glances at your wings that are drooping down your back to see they are still jet black. You pull them inwards and they disappear into your back, unchanging in colour. You scrub and scrub more, until it changes to clawing and Nat decides she’s seen enough. Pulling towels from the warmer and ordering F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn off the shower.

You swing around to look at her and go to speak but nothing comes out. Your frustration grows and you sign furiously at her.

“I wasn’t done!”

“You’re done sestra.” She replies, her alpha tone coming through, knowing you’ll argue. “Time to get out.”

You glare at her.

“You wanna turn into a prune?”

You huff and step out as she wraps you in a towel. For many your relationship was odd. A female alpha and omega who were as close as you were was unusual, even as pack sisters, and many thought there was more to it. But it was simply friendship, deep and encompassing but friendship, which had seemingly turned into pack bonds, with Clint and Laura included. Bruce not far behind. It was you that she’d fled to shortly after the battle of New York. When you’d swung open the door of the safe house you were staying in, she’d immediately told you Banner was her mate, only for you to playfully ask if he ‘AND the green guy were’. She’d told you to fuck off and then sulked in the bath (that you’d ran for her) for two hours. You’d told her she’d be wrinkling like an old prune and she’d finally got out to yell at you some more.

Once she’d gone back to New York and they’d mated you’d hoped she’d give you some breathing space. Wrong. Nat had been on your ass about meeting the others since the group had formed and her insistence grew as the pack did. Now, it looked like she’d get her wish but not in the best circumstances. What will the others think of you? What about what’s happened? Will they think you’re weak?

You snap out of the million questions for yourself as Nat tells you she’s going to brush your hair. She doesn’t get far as the lights flash with an alert, which is soon followed by a knock on the door.

“I’ll be back.” She assures you. You start to look at yourself in the mirror and huff at what a mess you look. You pick up the brush that Nat has left at the sink and do your best to brush through it as your body pulls and aches. You throw it into a loose plait from the bottom of your neck and find the hair tie in your bag.

There’s a knock and Nat steps back in her scent and that of the others wafting through the door. Concern. Worry. Stressed.

“I’m sorry Y/N. We’ve got a situation we need to handle.”

“Situation?” You sign back, as she starts to pull out your clean clothes from your bag and help you into them.

“Rogers, Barnes and Wilson were on a mission. Their jet got into trouble on the way back.”

It might be the concussion but you’re confused. How do two super soldiers, both experienced pilots, and an experienced Pararescueman like Sam Wilson get into trouble on their journey home.

“Sitrep.” You sign but she ignores you. The change in her scent though changes and the worry takes over from concern.

“Romanoff! Sitrep!” You sign. “I can help.”

“No!” She snaps back at you. “You’re hurt. We have it covered.”

She gives you a once over, now dressed in leggings, a cropped t-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks and snaps at you for not having a jumper. The door to the shower room slides open and Clint waits to wrap you in a blanket before guiding you to one of the seats near the front of the jet and strapping you in.

“Stay put.”

Your eyes narrow at him but he doesn’t seem bothered as he plants a kiss on your head and walks away. Bruce appears then with a cup of something flowery and definitely alcoholic.

“Here. It’ll take the edge off. It’s Thor’s, so it even works for us.”

Enhanced, he means. You nod and knock it back like Natasha throws back vodka.

“OK, I meant sip it but that’ll work.” And he takes the cup and moves to the back of the jet.

The warm sensation from whatever of Thor’s you’ve just necked, the blanket over you and the hum of the jet lulls you to a light sleep. You try to fight it but it seems Bruce was right and you really should have sipped the drink.

Little did you know that when you woke up soon after you’d quickly discover that all hell had broken loose.

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

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mintteas-things · 3 months ago

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Jealous Much?

Summary: You attend a Christmas Party hosted by Tony Stark. However, some hard feelings get expressed by Stephen Strange. He reveals his jealous side, and claims you as his own.

Pairings: Alpha Stephen Strange x Omega Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Jealousy, harsh words, smut.

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The Sanctorum was dimly lit and warm. Comparatively, outside was dark and gloomy, with flurries of white specks wildly whipping around the streets of New York. Every day since you had arrived, it was nonstop learning from ancient texts and books- eager to hone your own magical skills and relations with the Sorcerer Supreme. Of course, as much as you could. The world was a bit… harsh for your conditions as an Omega. It was a miracle that you moved up in the world to work as an Avenger; it was another to get involved as a form of working ambassador to the sorcery world. Yet, you fought hard to get this successful in life. There was nothing that could really stop you now.

Your nose scrunched up, frowning as you stared out the circular window at the top of the grand, oaken staircase. It was beautiful, deep brown, clean and free of dust. Shelves rattled at a distant rumble, allowing your head to focus solely on the outside. Your scent- a mixture of peppermint and chocolate radiated off of you in anxious waves. Tonight was supposed to be the night that Tony hosted a Christmas Party. Wong and Stephen had already left, allowing you to finish your studies and tidy up. Yet, you had no desire to go to the tower. A frown tugged your lips further, the sound of an old grandfather clock chimed out, indicating it was 8:00 p.m.

You promised you would go. You did tell Wanda and Natasha that you would. However, you didn’t want to. Why? Was it because you actually had to intermingle and talk to the Sorcerer other than work? Your cheeks flushed at the thought, head shaking rapidly as you stood further upright. Sure, you had a crush on him, but he seemed to have no interest in you other than being colleagues. A buzz came from your left buttcheek, alerting you that your phone was going off. You moved your sweater, pulling out your iphone from your jeans and seeing a photo of you squished between Natasha and Wanda as they kissed your cheeks.

Your thumb slid across the bar on the screen, the video now quickly rendering as Natasha stared at you with a furrowed brow. Peeking at the top edge of the screen was Wanda, their eyes boring into the camera. The silence ensued for another minute, before you all went into a fit of giggles. In the background, the voices of the Avengers, Strange, Wong, and other friends can be heard. However, your two friends were solely focused on you.

“You’re late,” Natasha remarked softly. Her red hair was curled and styled, held with a claw clip. Her scent glands were scarred, along with the two marking glands. Forever reminding her and the world of her being forced to be a Beta.

“You’re missing out on the no bake cookies Vision made! I’ve had to fight Tony off to save you some,” Wanda exclaimed, a faint protest coming from the billionaire in the background.

A guilty look spread over your face, glancing away with a tiny frown. “Sorry… I sorta lost track of time with everything..” You began softly. A look seemed to appear- you unable to decipher it from Natasha’s look.

“You’re not going to bail again are you? We haven’t seen you since February… It’s been 10 months Y/N,” Natasha warned softly. It was clear they missed you. At that comment, your friends looked offscreen and you could hear Tony shout.

“Hey! Pepper has been begging for you to come! I promised you’d be here and if you don’t show up I’m going to be yelled at!”

A sigh left your lips, unable to stop the growing smile now as your friends seemed to coax you to join. “Okay… Okay. I’m coming,” you finally accepted. You earned a cheer. “It’ll be awhile. The snow is coming down-”

A whimsical, glowing orange started to swirl in the air. Growing and circulating to a rapid spin as the portal now opened to the party. Stephen Strange stood on the other side, your eyes wide as he peered at you. Hands now waved out, as if asking you if you were coming. You hung up on the video call, now making way through the portal and hearing it close behind you. A soft sigh, now avoiding the gaze of the Alpha before scurrying off to your closest friends. His eyes bore into your body, as though watching you intently before his own conversation resumed.

You however, were swarmed with warm embraces and excited squealing. Natasha and Wanda immediately wrapped themselves around you. The scent of warm, spiced tea and a hint of sunflowers filled your nose as it seemed to puff off of Wanda. Natasha buried her nose into your scent gland, giving a deep inhale as she did. She gave a soft laugh, you squished between the two women with joyous laughter. The scenting you and Wanda did seem to fill the room, everyone visibly relaxing. There was something special about a soft and happy pheromone that wafted out. Of course, it didn't stop the others who decided to come over and say hello. Bruce had hoisted you up in a hug, with you patting him on the back. His own scared scent and marking glands present. Not long later, Steve trailed over with Bucky. Or you assumed to be Bucky. The blonde supersoldier picked you up by the waist, giving you a twirl. It didn't last long as you were planted firmly into his chest. The scent of fresh lavender and cool ice filled your nose. Steve’s smell was so unique and so… refreshing that you had to bury your nose into his scent gland. In doing so, you missed a furrowing brow and growing scowl from Stephen Strange.

“Its not like I’m visiting from another country. I'm down the street,” you laughed, being set down as the group seemed to start pestering you about how you have been.

“It's not our fault you don't visit,” Tony had pouted as Pepper led him over. The omega had now brought you into a hug, her scent such a comforting smell of warm vanilla and gingerbread. You buried your nose into her scent too, holding her tighter. She was like an older sister to you; her scent was so calming. “Besides, it's the holidays. You should be home.. here with us.”

“You all sound like I keep her hostage,” Strange groaned as he approached the group.

“You do,” a sassy reply from the host. You looked up at them, giving a big grin that stretched ear to ear. A pink flush on your cheeks as you looked around. Inside, that sad feeling was gone. In it's stead was a sense of belonging and joy. Tony clapped his hands, Friday now turning on the Christmas lights and playing rounds of Elvis Presley Christmas Music. “Let's get this party started!”

It was closer to midnight when you were finally all opening presents. The extra guests had left, all allowing you to cuddle up on the couch or extra chairs. You were piled upon by Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. Tony was sending you very playful, dirty looks at stealing his Omega. Every time he looked over, you wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him. Everyone had exchanged gifts from under the tree. You had already Amazon delivered packages to the tower, and even had Pepper take care of the packages by wrapping them and appropriately labeling them. Your gifts were all elaborate and thoughtful, with Pepper, Natasha and Wanda being more expensive. Pepper received a necklace, adorned with glittering diamonds and one main centered diamond that hangs down. Natasha received a bracelet, golden and adorned with creeping vines. Wanda received a hair piece that was a long dragon, which threaded through her hair and held shimmering, ruby eyes. However, the last two most expensive gifts were left for Strange and Wong. You couldn't ever be able to repay them for staying at the Sanctum.

However, you were encouraged to open your presents. You got plenty of perfumes, jewelry, cute new clothes like leggings, open back shirts, a few heels, and some important items. Strange regarded you carefully as you held his present to you. You gave it a tentative sniff, before gently unwrapping the golden bow. The box opened, revealing a six pointed star, with an emerald in its center. It connected to dark silver wings, chains hanging down and accenting the wings. It was beautiful, and unique. “Thank you,” you told him softly.

“You're welcome,” he had breathed out, watching how you delicately plucked up the jewelry and admired it. The other women beside you seemed to admire it as well, whispering about how pretty it was. You had set it down, carefully covering it. The chatter went on, and so did the night. And by the time it was 3 a.m., Wong had gathered you and Strange to get you all home. They hadn't opened their presents from you, causing a furrow of your brows before looking at the group.

“-New Years, and you better be there,” you heard the tail end of whatever Natasha was saying. You had zoned out on the scars over Strange’s hand. So close- you had been wondering what they felt like. Rough? Soft-? “Hey! Earth to Y/N!” She snapped her fingers and you squeaked. A soft laugh at your reaction, she gently patted your shoulder. “Look, dress up for New Years. We’re going to celebrate and.. maybe you'll have a date!”

You didn't notice, but Strange’s ears had seemed to perk at Natasha’s words and his eyes honed in on you both. His scent started to waft out, secreting annoyance. The sour scent filling your nose had you wrinkling your nose, noticing the way the scent of old books and mahogany wafted to you.

“What date?” You questioned, rubbing your nose into something Pepper scented.

Natasha shrugged. “Dunno. But I’ll find one,” she teased.

Your eyes rolled, giving a playful snort. The girls were trying to push you to find a Mate. Wanda had Vision, Natasha was happy with finding one night stands, and Pepper had Tony. Then, Natasha leaned in close, whispering to you, “Maybe you and Steve could.. or.. a certain Sorcerer..”

You blushed heavily at the suggestions. Your hand immediately pushed on Natasha’s shoulder, earning a laugh. Your head shook furiously, huffing out. “No! No, no,” you spluttered out. “I will find-”

“Time to go,” Strange interrupted. His angular face was twisted into a look of painful reservation, hand gripping your bicep and hauling you through the portal. His irritation was radiating off in intoxicating waves, his grip harsh as you looked at the group. They waved and hollered their goodbyes, the portal closing behind the three of you. You sighed out, frowning now before you looked up at the Alpha.

“I was in the middle of discussing something with Natasha,” you grumbled.

Strange let you go, scowling. “It wasn't important,” he grunted, his cloak now wrapping around his shoulders. He floated up, being whisked towards the hallway. Wong has retired for the night, leaving you with your teacher.

“It was plans for New Years! Of course it was-” you spluttered out, cheeks turning red with frustration.

“Over what? Boys? Dates? Come on Y/N,” he groaned, landing on his feet and turning to you. He looked exhausted, and exasperated. “You don't need that.”

“Needing isn't the same as wanting,” your voice sharp and short, anger escaping into the air. It smelled like bubbling chocolate and souring peppermint. “Besides.. maybe I want an Alpha!” You stomped your foot into the wooden floor, feeling his searing gaze on you.

A scowl on his lips as he set his presents down. He floated to you, now before you as he towered over your frame. “An Alpha can get in the way of practicing your abilities, your duties, and be a nuisance,” he seethed.

Your brows knitted together, scowling heavily at his words. “So? What if he doesn't? What if he helps me focus? Better myself? Encourages me?” You retorted. “Why do you care anyways? You never wanted to know me! It's always business and lectures, and practices! It's not like you would care how I get stuffed anyways!”

“Because my sanctum is more important than you satisfying your heat! The Avengers sent someone who had a gift, and even then your strides have been minimal at best! I’ve seen children make faster advances than the best they sent me!” His anger was spiked, flooding his scent through the open room in the foyer.

Your heart stuttered at his choice of words before breaking. Then, your face fell and eyes went downcast. Suddenly, you felt like a young girl all over again. It was like you were being told you would only amount to being a breeding Omega. Nothing was special about you, nor would you amount to anything great. Tears welled in your gaze, hand shaking as you shoved the gift he gave you into his chest. “Fine. Then I’ll go nest elsewhere and practice when you're not around,” you managed out with a quivering lip. “A-and take your present back! Don't need to spend it on a stupid, weak, an-an-an-and horrible pupil like me!” You didn't wait for him to catch the box, immediately running off down the hallway and into your room. You heard him call your name in a panic, the only answer he received being the slam of your door.

He fucked up, big time.

Your room was lit with an array of candles, all beautifully lit up. Curtains hung over the windows, plushies piled neatly on your bed. A desk of yours to the back right corner of the room, with a laptop sitting on it and a stack of books next to it. You hadn't left your room in a couple of days. Only using a portal you had managed to make with your own hands, a swirling vortex of greens present. You had sent a frog plushie through to have Steve scent it. When done, he threw it back and the portal closed. Currently, you are curled on your bed and cuddling it. His scent comforting and filling your nose as you cried still. The sound of the door being knocked on had your head turning away and a tighter ball being made. Your shorts and silky shirt, along with wild strands of hair being visible from the foot of your bed.

“Y/N..” Wong’s voice softly called to you.

“Go away..” you growled out meekly. When you didn't hear movement, you lifted your hand and pointed. Green energy immediately pushed Wong out the door, and closed it. At this point, you were rotting there, on the covers. Finally, a portal opened and Strange stepped through. It closed behind him, your head lifting and glaring at the Alpha. Despite your grief state, your scent glands were starting to swell, along with your marking gland. Your heat was coming soon, and you were feeling the growing pains and urges that came with it. “I told Wong to go away, what makes you think I want to see you?” You hissed out.

Strange stood there in his casual clothing. A baby blue hoodie with black, plaid pajama pants. His frown present. “I wanted to apologize,” he begun seriously.

Your scent indicated you were agitated, and your face resembled the same emotion. You sat up, staring at him now. Your shirt rode up a bit, revealing soft flesh to the man as you did so. Although, there wasn't a care in the world.

“I didn't.. mean what I said,” his own tone was soft, as though unsure of how to say it. “You're advancing faster than many I’ve seen. Added, you're learning spells that are even difficult for me to master..” a pause, his eyes connecting with yours. “When you go in heat.. just give a warning. We won't bother you and we'll make sure no one does.”

You flopped back onto your bed, bouncing slightly in the process. A frown still on your face, you didn't want to say much. “It still hurt..” you managed out.

“I know… and I was wrong to say those things. I got..” a scrunch of his nose, “...upset… hearing you talk about finding someone.”

Slowly, your brows knitted together in confusion. You sat back up, now noticing his own scent and marking glands were swelling up. How long were they like that? Was he nearing his rut? “But why? You have no interest in me or my Omega.”

A sigh. “I don't like getting close. Not.. not after I lost Christine,” he glanced away. “I didn't even realize what I was doing until a couple of months ago and even then.. it was tough trying to connect with you. But.. I still… can't help.. myself. Neither can my Alpha. He just gets.. territorial at thinking of you.”

It was weird, but not unheard of. Sometimes, if an Omega spends more time with one Alpha, they can become territorial over her. It's like laying claim to them without marking. You had to think of all the times now when you were both in public. He was always keeping any Alpha at bay- asserting they wouldn't get too close. If one did, they were scared off. Even the times he would always stick close to you and read in comfortable silence. Stephen enjoyed your presence. He was always loitering around you at any moment he could. “But.. what about you? Obviously you must be thinking.. something.”

His expression was steady, not once betraying his thoughts or motives. “I am in agreement with my Alpha,” he finally managed out. His throat clearing, a look of annoyance returned. It appears that Steve’s scent was bugging him. He quickly advanced for you, your hands gripping the stuffy tighter. His large hands gripped your own, the back of knees resting against the bed. Strange’s smell was immediately intense and suffocating, surrounding you in a dizzying manner. It was clear he wasn't particular to the other Alpha. Added, he was definitely about to hit his rut. You can tell by the way it rolled off in intense waves. Pushing out and staining your nose. He took the frog, opening a portal and launching it into the foyer before closing the portal. All that now remained to fill the air was your mingling scents.

Your Omega was responding in kind. Accelerating her oncoming heat to accommodate the unclaimed male before you. A soft groan escaped your lips, holding one side of your neck in pain. Strange immediately reached out, trying to assess what the issue was. Large, warm hands were soft against your skin. Trembling in slight motions, and yet so delicate. His pupils dilated, immediately coming to the realization that both of you just hit the rut and heat.

Uh oh.

“Doctor Strange…” you choked out, feeling hot now as your skin burned at his faintest touch. Sweat formed at your temple, resisting every urge to pounce on him.

“Call me Stephen,” his voice dropped to a husky tone, clearly fighting it as well.

You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to say or do something first. Finally, a soft, “Please take care of my heat..” came from your lips. “Please Stephen.”

His brows knitted, dark brown locks being tussled as he thought about your plea. However, the strain in his pants was not willing to go away without relief. Stephen’s hands twisted and waved, pulling you into him now while your legs spread just for him. Your clothed sex presented, colors darkening over your slit as your core leaked out slick. It was odd to think about. Stephen was your mentor- your colleague, and ally. Barely any personal connection was made and now you were entering early heat to relieve his rut. His long fingers delicately pushed aside your shorts, other hand delicately dancing over your soft flesh on your inner thigh. You watched his eyes focus on where he was looking, a gasp leaving your lips. You felt two, long fingers push into your hot core. Slick gushed out and down his knuckles, following the curve of his palm to his wrist. Stephen bared his teeth in glee, pumping his fingers in a slow manner as he scraped his fingertips along velvet walls. You moaned softly, enjoying the movement as he steadily worked his hand. His free one moved up and rested over your pubic mound. Hand splayed to your lower belly, his thumb rubbing harsh, tight circles over your clit as he worked. Your voice soft and sweet, it sung his name in soft praises. Each time, earned you tighter rubbing over your clit or an extra finger inside of you.

Your own hands started to peel off your shirt, now layered with a thin glistening sweat as your chest heaved with ragged breaths. Your core was coiling- tightening with each motion before your moan loudly filled the room. Velvet walls milked his fingers, desperate for his knot. Stephen was growling now, removing his fingers and licking them clean. The moment he did that- his Alpha instincts took over. His lips crashed into yours as he loomed over you. Eager to get inside of you, and you are eager to have him fill you. Hands shaking, your body trembling as you dared to get each other naked in the throes of animalistic urges. His lips were rough and chapped, tongue daring to struggle against your own as both of your hips finally met. With how eager Stephen was kissing you, you had to wonder if it was more than just his Alpha. When he pulled away from the kiss, saliva strands connected you both. The bulbous tip of his cock pushing at your folds as he awaited permission. Your folds were red and puffy, leaking out slick. In contrast, his own tip was leaking precum and was just as red. Your legs spread further, hips pushing up for easier access.

No words needed to be said, your lips briefly parting and tongue swiping out to lick the saliva. Just as your lips connected and tongue slid into his own parted mouth, his cock slid into you. Stephen swallowed your cries of ecstasy, feeling you stretch entirely around him. Your own eyes rolled back, lips leaving his as your head was thrown back. This was something you'd never felt before. Sure, you had dildos and other toys to help you through your ruts. This was different. He was large- stretching you out comfortably and now just feeling him bottom out. His knot was starting to swell, begging to lock into you so he could cum into your beautiful cunt. Your hands went through the graying hair at his temples, messing up his neatly styled locks in the process. One of his scarred hands gripped your thigh as it wound around his waist. His blue eyes turned as dark as the night sky, facial hair tickling your skin as his lips went down your throat. It didn't take long for him to start moving. His hips started to pull back. His tip was still inside, earning a whining as you were empty. Stephen immediately snapped back into you, causing your body to jostle briefly. Just like that, his cock was pumping into you and dragging against the inside of your walls. He got farther in you than most of your toys. His teeth skimmed over your flesh, eagerly nipping and licking your hot skin. Both of you felt like you could sear the other.

Your nails dragged down his back, his pace only getting harder and faster. Soft grunts filled the air from his throat, your own voicing pleasured mewls. His teeth latched onto your marking gland without hesitation, Stephen biting down. At that, your walls spasmed as your core tightened up and released its coil. His knot successfully pushed in, binding you together at that moment while your walls tightened around him. Stephen’s mouth removed, blood filling the air as he looked back at your now marred gland. His hips rocked into you, knot fully swelled. It would be soon. Letting his head drop, your own teeth found purchase onto his marking gland. You bit down, his scent flooding the roof of your mouth. The marking gland took- and took permanently like yours did to him. You didn't know how long you would be able to take him- your slick pushing out and over the base of his dick. He had raised up to sit back on his knees, his trembling hands gripping your thighs harshly. The sorcerer was still going, his knot pushing into you and finally locking you together.

Your omega was howling in pleasure, feeling his entire cock swelling inside of you. Being marked intensified the pleasure; the throes of passion indicating a lifetime of pleasure from your now mate. Had he meant to do that? You didn't care in this moment. Your hands squeezed your breasts together, palming them as he watched you. His thrusts were short and hard, slowing briefly as his knot prevented him from pulling out. The bedframe rocked against the wall, filling the room with lewd noises of slapping and squelching. Sensitive, your walls quivered again. It tightened around him once more, spasming and milking him with every desire your body yearned for. Stephen let his head fall back, hips giving one last buck into you. Hips connected, heat filled inside of you while a moan of your name fell off his lips. His knot deflated, slowly pulling out and your body protesting at the lack of filling. However, as he now went onto his forearms, Stephen admired his work. Love bites covered your throat, your marking gland indicating you were wholly his. Your lips swollen, eyes hazy and half lidded. Your mind was foggy- absolutely soaked and filled.

Stephen kissed you gently this time, your hands shakily fisting into his hair. He only pulled away to nuzzle against your jaw. His hot breath fanned over your skin, whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile now.”

You lit up in a blush, murmuring, “Then why did you act like you didn't want to know me?”

He let out a grumble, licking your neck briefly. “Easy to resist temptation,” he mumbled out. His hardening cock prodded at your thigh again, indicating his rut was ready yet again. His hands guided your body once more, his brows furrowing as he lifted your ass into the air. “But I can't anymore. I can't stand to hear you gush over another Alpha… your scent belonging to someone else when I’ve been here the whole time,” a sense of possession filling his tone as his hand braced on the middle of your back. His eyes were intense, and focused. Your head pressed into the covers, hands gripping the sheets as your breathing quickened. Slick spread over your thighs, his cum joining it as he was leaking out. You couldn't see what he was doing other than listening and feeling his movements. “Gods… you’re gorgeous. You're ready again just for me..” his breath hitched, his tip pushed into you again. Like a spear cutting through flesh, your folds opened and took him in without resistance. Slick and cum rolled over his already lubricated cock. This time, you felt him inside of you further than you could have imagined. You gave a soft moan, body trembling as he fully rested inside of you. You were tighter in this position, knees spread and him now leaning over you. His breath fanned over the nape of your neck, hips bucking into you. One hand reached around your hips to gently brush over your clit. Easy access as his balls slapped against it. Jolting fire shot into your core, eyes rolling and mouth half open with each overwhelming sense of pleasure. “You're mine Y/N. No one else can have you.”

It felt delicious. Your toes curled with each pump into you as his hands gripped your waist. Stephen was certainly proud. A proud Alpha with a massive appetite to fuck you senseless. His knot swelled again, locking into your pussy as juices were being fucked out of you. His name fell like incantations from your lips, walls spasming faster around him while he moved. It didn't take long to cum around him again, white, hot pleasure exploding across your body from your head to your toes. Your walls milked him again, his fingers digging into your skin as he bucked wildly into you. There- his knot and cock as deep as he could get. He twitched and swelled inside, his seed coating as much as it could inside of you. Your name followed in praises, happy you took every bit of him. However, he continued to do slow pumps into you as he still released his hot cum inside.

Stephen pulled out after a minute, backing up to admire your swollen pussy and briefly leaking cum. “Good girl,” he praised breathlessly. You shakily collapsed onto the bed, his body resting next to you. Your body turned, curling into his side at that point. You nuzzled up into his chin, his arms wrapping around you. You couldn't form any words, tuckered out from the two rounds he so eagerly gave you. A content sigh fell from your lips.

After the week of being locked in to settle ruts and heat, you were tucked into his side at the New Year's Eve party. His scent rolled off of you in intense waves, turning some heads from other guests as you both walked through the party. Wong had some business in Hong Kong, indicating that he did not want to hear the business his friend had with you. Your dress was form fitting and a deep blue, open back and a long slit up to your thigh. Your black heels clicked, hair styled to show off the mark he had claimed. His suit matched your dress, his head turning to look at you. Stephen’s hand settled on your lower back, your blush creeping over your face as you searched the room for your friends. In the week spent in the room with him, you discovered you both had a lot more in common. He thoroughly enjoyed your presence and adored you. It was clear from the get go he was supposed to be your Alpha. Your head turned up, finding him admiring you. A blush spread further, earning an amused chuckle before he stole a kiss and sent you on your way.

You joined Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. The two Omegas wrinkled their nose briefly, before Natasha pointed at your mark. “That was fast,” she remarked with an arch of her brow.

You sheepishly smiled. “Y-yeah… Stephen and I..” you quieted, remembering the possessive remarks, gentle praises, and sinful actions from the past week. “It was good.” You finally whispered.

A soft giggle from Pepper. “Alright, pay up Nat. I won,” she mused.

A confused look from you.

Natasha frowned as she handed Pepper a $20 bill. “Yeah… yeah,” she grumbled.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, brows furrowing together.

“Pepper and Natasha made a bet to see how fast Stephen would act if we kept mentioning other possible Alphas,” Wanda explained.

You blinked. All the times you all spoke on facetime and mentioned a possible suitor… You had to think for a moment. They always asked if Stephen was around, and if you were available for a weekend to go on a blind date to finally get laid. Stephen was always around for those conversations- his knuckles always turning white whenever he gripped something so harshly. How his scowl would form and breathing labored. He always was in a bad mood after those conversations. You always thought it was because he found you annoying, but in reality he was jealous. “That explains a lot then,” you huffed out.

You looked to Stephen, the male engrossed in conversation with the other male Avengers. His mark was proud and displayed- clearly showing off he won. He felt your eyes on him, his gaze lifting to see you and flashing a wink. Heat flooded from your face, immediately grinning and looking back to your friend group.

It went on fast, enjoying the night with loved ones. When the countdown began, you were pressed into your mate's side. His arm wrapped around you as everyone counted down. You were excited, seeing the number get down to the single digits. And right before you could shout Happy New Year's, Stephen leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. His arms fully wound around your waist now. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fireworks in the background of your passionate kiss. You pulled away for air, his forehead resting against yours.

“Happy New Years Y/N,” he whispered softly.

“Happy New Years Doctor Strange,” you murmur, earning a cheeky smile.

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