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shybluebirdninja · 5 months ago
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Sleep Striker
Summary: You discover that Bucky sleepwalks—and it’s not the calm, peaceful kind of sleepwalking. You wake up to find him in full-on combat mode with the couch.
Pairing            : Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Note                : fluff
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The night was supposed to be peaceful. You’d spent the entire evening watching Netflix with Bucky, eating popcorn, and joking around like any normal couple. By the time you both hit the sack, you were expecting nothing but a quiet night’s sleep, maybe punctuated by Bucky’s usual snores.
But no.
Around 2 AM, you woke up to the sound of something crashing in the living room. Your heart leapt into your throat, thinking for a second that maybe someone had broken in. Instinctively, you reached for the baseball bat you kept beside the bed (Bucky insisted on keeping a knife there, but you’d settled on a less dramatic weapon). Slowly, you tiptoed toward the door, already mentally preparing yourself for some horror-movie showdown with a burglar.
But what you found was so much worse.
There, in the dim glow of the living room lamp, was Bucky Barnes—your sweet, grumpy, 100-year-old boyfriend—throwing punches at thin air like he was in the middle of a battle.
“What the hell…” you whispered, blinking in disbelief.
Bucky, still completely asleep, ducked and weaved as if he were dodging invisible enemies, his fists flying through the air with lethal precision. His face was set in that intense, focused expression he wore when he was in full-on Winter Soldier mode, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and… laughter? This was ridiculous. Your boyfriend was sleep-fighting in the living room.
You set the bat down carefully, still trying to process the situation, when Bucky suddenly spun around and landed a full-force punch on the couch.
The couch.
It made a sad thud as the cushions absorbed the blow, but Bucky didn’t stop. He kicked out at the coffee table next, sending it skidding a few inches across the floor.
“Bucky!” you hissed, trying to keep your voice low but urgent. “Hey, babe, wake up!”
He didn’t hear you. Instead, he crouched low, as if he were avoiding gunfire, and rolled behind the armchair, his metal arm glinting faintly in the darkness. You bit your lip, trying so hard not to laugh, but it was impossible. This was like watching an overgrown toddler reenact an action movie in his sleep.
“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “how the hell do I handle this?”
You’d heard about sleepwalkers before, and you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to wake them up. But you couldn’t just let Bucky wage war against your furniture all night. The man had already drop-kicked the coffee table, and at this rate, he’d be suplexing the bookshelf by sunrise.
You crept a little closer, careful not to startle him. “Bucky, babe, it’s just me. You’re, uh, safe. There’s no Hydra agents in the apartment, I promise.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he launched himself toward the couch again, this time pulling off a move that looked like it came straight out of a Captain America fight scene. He tackled the poor couch as if it had personally offended him, his arms wrapping around the back cushions in a chokehold.
“Bucky, stop! The couch isn’t the enemy!” you half-whispered, half-yelled, trying to stifle your laughter. “Oh my god, you’re gonna kill the couch…”
He grunted, still deep in his dream, and threw a wild punch that just barely missed the coffee table. You winced at the near miss. That could’ve been bad. Like, broken furniture and a pissed-off Bucky kind of bad.
At this point, you realized you had to do something before your apartment looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Slowly, cautiously, you approached Bucky like you were approaching a wild animal—because, let’s be real, that’s kind of what he was right now.
“Bucky…” you said softly, reaching out a hand. “Come back to bed, babe. You don’t have to fight the couch anymore. You won. It’s dead.”
He hesitated for a moment, his muscles twitching like he was on the verge of launching another attack. But instead of another round of couch-punching, he slowly stood up, blinking groggily as if he was coming out of a fog.
You let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.”
But your relief was short-lived. Because as soon as Bucky turned around, he spotted the kitchen chairs—lined up perfectly in a row by the table—and apparently, in his half-asleep mind, they were the next Hydra targets.
“No,” you groaned, as Bucky lunged toward the chairs. “Not the chairs! I like those chairs!”
He grabbed one, flipping it over like it was an enemy combatant, and before you could stop him, he had another chair in a headlock. You stood there, watching in sheer disbelief as Bucky Barnes—the most feared assassin in the world—battled a set of IKEA furniture like it was the final boss fight of his life.
“Bucky, babe, please!” you shouted, a mix of panic and laughter bubbling out. “I can’t explain this to the landlord!”
Finally, in a last-ditch effort, you ran over and grabbed his arm—his metal arm, because that seemed like the safer bet. “Bucky, it’s me! You’re sleepwalking!”
At first, he didn’t respond. His eyes were still glazed over, lost in whatever dream battlefield he was trapped in. But then, slowly, he blinked. His metal arm relaxed under your grip, and he looked down at you, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“...What the hell?” he muttered, blinking again.
You let out the biggest sigh of relief. “Oh my god, thank you. I thought you were gonna destroy the whole apartment.”
Bucky glanced around, still looking dazed. “What… what happened?”
“You, uh… kinda went to war with the furniture,” you said, biting your lip to keep from laughing again. “You were sleepwalking.”
His eyes widened. “I did what?”
“You attacked the couch. And the coffee table. And, um, the chairs,” you explained, gesturing to the wreckage around the living room. “It was… a lot.”
Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, no,” you reassured him quickly. “I’m fine. But the couch… not so much.”
He looked over at the couch, which was now sagging slightly from the multiple punches it had taken. “Damn,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Guess I really went at it, huh?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Babe, you suplexed the couch. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Bucky winced. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine,” you interrupted, grinning up at him. “It was kind of… impressive, honestly. I mean, you took out an entire living room while asleep. That’s some next-level stuff.”
He gave you a sheepish look, still clearly embarrassed. “I’ll fix it in the morning.”
“You better,” you teased. “But for now, can we please go back to bed before you decide to fight the fridge or something?”
Bucky let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll… I’ll stay away from the appliances.”
You wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him back toward the bedroom. “Good idea, soldier. Let’s just stick to sleeping from now on.”
As you both crawled back into bed, you couldn’t help but steal one last glance at the wrecked living room, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.
“Bucky?” you whispered, snuggling up next to him.
“Yeah?”
“If you ever get the urge to fight the couch again, maybe, like, wake me up first?”
He groaned, pulling the covers over his head. “Don’t remind me.”
You giggled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Goodnight, Super Soldier Sleepwalker.”
“Goodnight,” he muttered, already halfway back to sleep.
But this time, thankfully, without the couch-wrestling.
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zepskies · 1 year ago
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Make It Right
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Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Summary: He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die.
AN: This was requested by this lovely anon. I've written Dean returning from Purgatory, so here is Dean returning from Hell in season 4, but with a twist…my first venture into A/B/O! Sorry if I didn’t get the dynamics quite right, I’m still learning this one. 😘
(@luci-in-trenchcoats Thank you for the encouragement! 💜)
Word Count: 4,300
Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, A/B/O dynamics, angst, mentions of torture, PTSD, and hurt/comfort.
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You could’ve wept with relief.
You nearly did. Instead, you shuddered as his tongue swept along the fresh mark near the back of your neck.
A mark that claimed you as his.
Your core still quivered with the aftershocks of how hard you came around his cock, which was still buried deep inside you, locked in place with his knot. Dean nosed at your neck and shoulder as he tried to regain his breath, calm his wildly beating heart.
His skin was dewy against yours, especially where your thighs were hooked around his hips. He held himself above you so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. You appreciated it, and you soothed up and down his sweat-slick back with grazing fingertips.
Through the newly formed bond, you could feel the frenzied haze of it all begin to clear from his mind, soon replaced by shock, and then, remorse. It made a tremor of worry churn in your belly.
“Dean?” you whispered. Your gaze met his with concern as you grasped his arm.
“What the hell did we just… I shouldn’t have…” His voice was coarse and his eyes filled with upset. “Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened.”
Dismay struck you deep, along with a pain that tore at your heart. Your only consolation was that the two of you were locked in this position, so he couldn’t slip away from you.
“How the hell could you say that to me?” you said. Against your will, your voice trembled. Tears began to sting in your eyes.
 Dean faltered. He blew out a breath and reached for your cheek.
“You know why,” he said. His face became edged with desperation. He shifted his thigh and accidentally tugged at the base of his knot. You both groaned at the pain that flared between you, where you were joined. 
Dean drew in deep, slower breaths in attempt to calm himself. His eyes shut, and his forehead dropped against yours.
“I’ve barely got three months left on my deal,” he said, through clenched teeth. “This isn’t…it’s not fucking fair to you.”
To you either, you wanted to point out, but you shook your head and held him close by the back of his neck. Your fingers trailed up into his hair, your nails brushing his scalp and eliciting a shudder from him.
Your touch both aroused him and soothed him. Your scent was everywhere, now mingled with his own that now covered you like a blanket. It was intense, and a bit overwhelming to his senses.
But it felt right.
“Don’t talk like you’ve already given up,” you said tersely.
It was with more vehemence than he expected. Dean pulled back a bit, just enough to meet your eyes. Your brows had drawn together, almost in anger. Your lips pulled into a frown.
“We’re going to find a way to break it,” you said. You reached up and held his face. Despite the strength of your words, your hands were gentle. “And I meant what I said, Dean.”
Between lusty sighs and the combined magnetic force of your heat and his rut and emotional tensions at their ultimate breaking point, the whispered words against his neck had come from the very center of you.
“Alpha,” you’d said, through abject need and burgeoning tears as you’d rubbed yourself against him. It was both biology and your heart’s longing. “Dean, I love you. Please…”
The tether of his restraint hadn’t lasted long after that. Because even though he couldn’t respond to you in words, he’d shown you in each and every action of his body molding with yours, wrecking you and claiming you on a dingy motel bed.
You deserve better, Dean thought, looking down on you now. You deserved more than what he had to give.
“I didn’t want to do this to you,” he said coarsely.
And yet, he still heeded the pull of you. Your guiding hands brought him down to your lips. It wasn’t the rough, manic, bruising kiss that had fueled your earlier passions. No, this was slow and warm and tinged with bittersweet.
Dean brushed sweaty strands of your hair away from your face. You held him to you and silently prayed that he wouldn’t let go either.
“I know,” you said. Even though the situation shouldn’t have warranted it, you giggled a little. “That makes you just about the most unselfish Alpha in existence.”
He snorted at that. His eyes took in your face, and further down, to the parts of you that weren’t covered by his body over yours. He let out a breath of defeat.
“No, I’m hella selfish,” he said. His lips quirked. “For better or worse, you’re mine, Omega.”
Your smile grew. “Good. Glad you’re finally caught up.”
Dean’s hand playfully tightened in your hair as he growled. It had little heat though, and you had the audacity to laugh. He shook his head and claimed you with another kiss.
You had to be just about the wiliest Omega in existence.
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Dean never gave up.
But he also couldn’t fight off Lilith, or the hellhounds that tore his chest open and spilled his blood on the hardwood floors of some poor family’s suburban house.
You screamed as if your very soul was being ripped apart, along with his skin.
The mark on your neck burned something fierce. It had you clamping a hand down over it as you sunk to your knees next to Sam and cried over Dean’s body, his unseeing eyes. It wasn’t right.
You would never be right again.
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It took about a week into your self-isolation. When you finally drew enough strength to get out of bed, you finally noticed it in the mirror—in the bathroom next to Bobby’s guest bedroom.
Your neck looked as if something had burned you. Your eyes widened in horror.
When you touched it, you hissed at the pain. The delicate nerve endings of your mating gland were even more sensitive and raw. Apparently, this was what happened when an Alpha mate died before their Omega.
However, even that pain was nothing compared to what you discovered, two months later.
Your mating gland had healed, and the claim mark was gone entirely.
You sank against the wall, all the way to the floor, and you cried until you were exhausted and frayed. Not even Bobby’s offer of a hot meal and a listening ear could penetrate your grief.
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You were ashamed of the way you lost track of Sam after it all went down. You’d descended into yourself, and Bobby had been the only one there to catch you. Sam had forged on by himself, down a spiral of revenge, you were sure.
He wouldn’t come back to Sioux Falls, nor would he tell you where he was when you finally got him on the phone. He claimed he was better off alone as he tried to find a way to save Dean, but there was something off in his voice. Something that told you whatever he was doing was dangerous, and wrong.
“Sam, don’t you dare make a deal,” you demanded, through frustrated and sorrowful tears. “Dean wouldn’t want—”
“Don’t fucking tell me…what Dean would want, okay?” Sam seethed. “If it were me, he wouldn’t stop. If it were you, he wouldn’t stop. So don’t tell me to stop.”
“I’m not telling you to stop!” you shouted back. “I’m telling you not to do something stupid! And I’m asking you to let me help.”
There was a long pause on the line. You tried to calm your labored breathing as you waited for him.
“If you really want to help me, do what you can from Bobby’s. I’ll check in when I can,” he said.
And the line went dead.
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Two more months had passed by the time you started to feel the barest hint of yourself again. You’d tried to go on a hunt with Bobby, but you really hadn’t been ready for it. Your head wasn’t in it, and that was how hunters got killed.
So you stayed behind and answered the phones for him. You pretended to be FBI and CIA and Homeland Security for fellow hunters trying to get their hands on police files.
You also helped Bobby with research and reorganized his extensive, and ridiculously chaotic home library. He was the only one you knew who could have A History of Paganism next to a guidebook on Chinese tea ceremonies.
But one night, you decided you were sick of sitting on your ass (and all the dust).
You were finally going out for a drink.
Bobby was locked at home in research for a case. You felt bad about bailing on him, but he insisted you were entitled to go out…
Not that you wanted to meet anyone. However, you did realize that you needed to reconnect with the outside world. You’d been staring at the peeling walls of Bobby’s house for four months now.
So you showered, found a simple black dress from deep in your closet, and started to blow-dry your hair. You didn’t do this often, but if you were going out, then you were going to make an effort.
You paused for a moment when a cramp hit your lower belly. You grimaced and pressed a hand there. A shiver ran down your spine.
Shit, not now, you thought. If this was your heat coming on, you would have to take another suppressant before you went out. You knew blocking your cycle wasn’t that good for you, but you hadn’t felt like dealing with it for the past few months. You just weren’t ready to go through another heat, whether by yourself, or with a stranger.
It…it was too soon.
After the cramping subsided for the moment, you continued drying parts of your hair, sweeping the brush through. With the hairdryer so loud in your ears, you didn’t hear the front door opening, or the resulting shouting and scuffle coming from downstairs.
Eventually, there was quiet. And then, heavy boots climbing up the stairs.
You saw the bathroom door push open out of the corner of your eye. You turned and nearly jumped right out of your skin.
Your scream echoed on the walls when you saw something that looked entirely too much like Dean Winchester.
Hit scent hit you then. Warm and musky, a hint of earthiness and soil, but no less familiar. It struck a blow to your chest and forced you to grip the counter for balance. You clicked off the hairdryer. 
The doppelganger raised placating hands, though his wide eyes slowly softened as a smile tugged at his lips.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said.
His deep voice was the same. He looked dirty and disheveled, wearing a familiar gray buttoned down over a black shirt, his usual jeans, and boots. If your memory served, they looked like the clothes he was buried in…
Your hands shook. “Wh…what the hell are you?”
Dean’s smile began to fall.
“Look, I know it’s hard to believe. But I’m me. I’m, uh… I’m back,” he replied. When he tried taking a cautious step forward, you brandished your hairdryer against him—your only feasible weapon.
“You…you back the fuck off!” you snapped. You opened your mouth to shout for Bobby, but before you could, Dean’s trademark smirk took hold of his face.
“What’re you gonna do, blow me to death?” he quipped.
After you broke through a bit of your shock, you spluttered with laughter. And then tears.
Dean’s lips quirked, but he moved towards you in slow steps. He took the hairdryer from you and set it down on the counter. With a slightly shaking hand, he touched your cheek. You closed your eyes for a moment, sucked in a breath, and inadvertently inhaled his scent once again.
Your heart pounded almost painfully in your chest. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt. You realized it then. You didn’t need silver or holy water to prove it was him. You knew.
Your eyes opened and met his.
“Dean,” you uttered, brokenly.
He couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Dean pulled you into him by your waist. He held you as you shuddered and cried into his chest. His hand clenched in your hair, while the other pressed into the small of your back. It anchored him, and trapped you in the cage of his arms.
He buried his nose into your neck and had to squeeze his eyes shut past a telltale burn in his eyes. Your name fell from his lips, both longing and reverent. Your hold on him tightened.
His lips brushed against your mating gland, igniting sensitive nerve endings and making a tremble run down your spine.
“Alpha,” you whispered.
Dean’s insides clenched in response. He ached for you, just like he had soon after he’d been able to free himself from that pine box in the middle of nowhere. But his brows furrowed.
He pulled back from you, just so he could brush the bare skin along your neck with a gentle thumb.
“What happened to the mark?” he asked. He realized that he couldn’t feel you, not like before. And even your scent was different…like you’d never been claimed by him. Like you weren’t his. That realization hit him like a sucker punch to his stomach.
You frowned and leaned back so you could meet Dean’s eyes. It took you a moment to find your voice, and even when you did, it was uncharacteristically small.
“After…after what happened, it burned like holy hell,” you confessed. Your hands travelled down his chest, clinging to the open edges of his shirt. “Then it was a scar. Then, it was just…nothing. It was gone.”
Fresh tears burgeoned in your eyes. They spilled down your cheeks as your frame shook with a sob, but Dean gathered you back into his arms. As shitty as it was, he started to think this was actually for the better…
“What happened, Dean? How are you here?” you asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t know. Haven’t figured that part out just yet…but something broke me out.”
He knew it wasn’t you who made a deal. Your shock was too real to be an act. He knew, however, that he needed to find Sam.
That could wait though. Dean’s gaze roamed your face. He wiped away the remnants of tears from your cheeks, brushed his thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes met his. He saw your heartbreak begin to fade—into a desire that called to his own. Despite the voice inside that warned him to hold back, he just couldn’t help himself.
When he finally leaned in to kiss you, it felt like coming home. You held his face in your hands and rose up on your toes to meet him. His arms wrapped around your waist and brought you flush against him, but it wasn’t enough.
Kisses became more frantic, with labored breaths and hands moving to remove each other’s clothing. Your sexy little black dress fell to the floor, along with your bra and panties and the rest of his clothes.
“You’re filthy,” you laughed, between the sloppy meeting of your lips with his. 
Dean’s response was to peel back the shower curtain behind you and turn on the shower head, as hot as it could go. A growl sounded low in his throat before he bodily hefted you along with him into the shower and under the spray.
For a moment, he let the scalding water beat down on him. You grabbed the soap and drew it over his neck, chest, and shoulders. The suds trickled down his body, washing away the grime of the road, and whatever else he hadn't been able to wipe off after escaping his grave.
He blinked water out of his eyes as he took in the sight of your concentrated face, and your gentle hands washing him. Then the rest of your body, your curves that fit so well in his hands, your breasts that heaved along with your heavier breathing, nipples hard and aching to be touched.
Dean took the soap from your hands and put it back on the dish, shortly before he pinned you against the cold bathroom tile. He ravaged you with lips, teeth, and tongue along your neck, down your chest, and over your breasts. You moaned and held him to you.
You didn't care that your hair was getting soaked all over again. Your fingers ran through his now wet hair as he touched you and drew pleasure from your body.
Your lower belly was beginning to cramp in earnest now, and resonating deep inside you with heat. You felt a flood of slick forming between your legs as your core pulsed with need.
Your scent hit him in a powerful wave, nearly making Dean falter as his eyes rolled shut.
“Fuck. You’re in heat, Omega,” he choked out.
You nodded, though you had to fist a hand in his hair when you felt his fingers between your legs. They swiped between your drenched folds, gathering some slick and circling around your clit. You moaned loudly and arched against his hand. The back of your head pressed into the wall.
“Alpha,” you said. A whine sounded in your throat as Dean’s touch firmed in response. His thumb pressed and massaged your clit while two fingers slipped deep inside your tight channel. 
A shiver ran down Dean’s spine, along with your nails grazing down his back. Already he was painfully hard for you. He had a suspicious feeling that your heat was triggering his rut, because he was becoming desperate to be inside you. His whole body felt tingling and alive, and charged with need.
His lips sucked hard on those sensitive nerves between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers.
“That’s it, Omega. Want you to come just like this before I fill you up,” he muttered. He earned your vocal agreement in response.
But then it hit him.
Flashes of memory. Darkness and blood. Agony tearing at his skin and insides.
And then, inflicting it himself, on other souls just as damned as him.
Your moan of release just barely managed to pull him out of his own mind. He felt your wetness coat his hand. Goddamn.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. And yet, while his body caged yours against the wall, he couldn’t force himself to continue. He couldn’t back off either. He was fighting every instinct in his body that demanded he take you, right here and now.
“Dean?” you asked, sensing his hesitation. You cupped his cheek, but he didn’t want to look at you.
“I can’t,” he ground out.
Your eyes widened as shock and dismay threatened to overtake you. “What?”
Dean’s eyes closed. He was trembling with the force of both his need, and his restraint.
With a frown of concern, you wrapped a thigh around his hip, but he wouldn’t heed your attempt to bring him closer.
“What’s wrong?” you asked. No, you demanded to know. Because your body was quaking with desire as well. You needed his knot, and you wanted nothing more than for him to make this right—to claim you as his.
But Dean looked like he was in pain. He winced and pressed a fist against the wall by your head. He pressed his forehead against it.
You tried to comfort him with your hands soothing over his shoulders. There you finally caught sight of a mark on his right shoulder. It looked like a burn…a handprint. Your eyes widened with a small gasp.
He followed your gaze, but he eventually looked away with a frown. It was like he didn’t even want to acknowledge it, even if he didn’t know what it was. Whatever had hauled him out of Hell, he doubted it was anything good. 
“I’m, uh…” He breathed raggedly through his nose. “I’m not…the same.”
You had a feeling it was very difficult for him to admit that.
Four months.
That was how long he’d been lost to you. That was how long he’d been in Hell. You couldn’t even imagine…
You swallowed past a lump of sorrow, but you weren’t deterred. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.
“You were my Alpha long before you claimed me,” you told him.
That affected Dean, probably more than you knew. He still shook his head though.
“It’s not right, Omega,” he said, even as his voice trembled. You don’t have a fuckin’ clue… You don’t know what I’ve turned into.
The water from the shower head was growing cold, but you’d never been hotter. The cramps were starting up again in earnest, making your teeth clench at the combination of pain and incredible arousal.
“I need you,” you said, through frustration, heat, and emotion all at once. “I would never leave you like this. I would never leave you.”
His eyes closed again, briefly. His breath came out harshly through his nose when you touched his cheek. Your touch was gentle, but it still ignited his skin and made every muscle in his body coil tight with strain.
It was hard to sort through the base instincts that were on the verge of taking over his mind, and then his body. Deep down though, Dean knew you were right. He knew you would never leave him. And that was kind of the problem.
“Alpha, please,” you said, through your own strain. Again, you took his face in your hands and shook him. It drew his gaze to your face. Your beautiful face that he’d seen over and over in the Pit, used as his own personal form of torture.
His whole body trembled.
You saw his distress, and it pierced your heart. You leaned up and brushed your wet cheek against his, while your fingers slipped into his hair in comfort.
“You’re here. You’re alive,” you said. “And you’re here with me.”
You nuzzled your way down his neck and pressed your lips to his mating gland, making him shiver for a whole different reason. You pressed your body against his and kissed, licked, and sucked at his skin.  
“Omega,” he warned, but the growl in his throat was more pleased than warning. He felt your nails graze down his chest and stomach, and soon enough your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
He sucked in a breath and pressed his face into your neck. His lips ventured tantalizingly close to the place you wanted him the most, and all the while you stroked him along sensitive flesh. Your thumb circled around his knot, and the dripping head.
“I know you need me too,” you said. You could smell his rut. Your lips edged at a smirk, and you decided to bluff. “But if you won’t make me yours, maybe I’ll find another Alpha who will.”
It didn’t take long before a vice grip closed around your wrist. Dean’s irises were rimmed with black when he met your gaze, half consumed by the Alpha as he pinned you harder against the wall. He grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his hip. And with the other hand he guided his cock to push into you and stretch your inner walls, inch by inch.
You both moaned in relief when he was firmly seated inside you. Your core throbbed around him in a spasm of pleasure. You cried out and rolled your head back against the wall, your nails sinking into his shoulders.
“Alpha,” you shuddered.
“I got you, Omega,” he ground out, just barely holding onto the tethers of himself. His fingers coiled tight into your wet hair and began to pound into you, a rough clip that had you gasping, toes curling as you arched against him.
His lips found your throat and laid a nipping kiss there. All you could do was hold on desperately. You knew he was close when his thrusts grew ragged, when it became harder for him to push into you with the swell of his knot forming. But it wasn’t until his fingers slipped between your joined bodies and circled more insistently over your clit that you came along with him, hard on his throbbing cock.
His teeth sunk into your neck, creating a newly forged bond through a haze of pain and pleasure. You cried out again at the force of it all—the sensations were nearly overwhelming, even more so than it had been the first time he claimed you.
And Dean nearly slipped in the tub.
“Fuck!” He managed to catch himself on the soap dish and the adjoining wall while you grabbed his arms steady. Shit, that really could’ve been disastrous, considering you two were now locked in place.
He glanced down at you. Through wide eyes and panting breaths, you broke first with a giggle. Dean’s lips curved with a smile. Soon enough, he was chuckling too.
The black around his irises receded, and he held you more gently and secure against the wall. After licking the line of blood clean from your neck with a slow, sensuous tongue, he brushed your wet hair back from your face. Then he turned off the frigid shower. 
“We really shouldn’t have done this in here. Shit,” he said with a laugh. How were you two supposed to get to your bed? Or at least get dry.
You giggled harder and dropped your forehead against his chest.
“It’s okay,” you said teasingly. “I think this is worth catching pneumonia over.”
Dean shook his head at your antics, but he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. Smiling bright, you leaned up just enough to reach his lips. Your kiss was slow and tender; a release of your grief, a grateful thank you, and a reminder all at once.
“I love you,” you whispered. “That’s all that matters. We’ll deal with the rest afterwards.”
Dean expelled a long breath. He nodded after a moment, conceding defeat.
“I love you too,” he admitted. And he meant it, down to his bones. 
He knew that afterwards wouldn’t be as easy as you seemed to think, but there was no turning back now.
You were his. 
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AN: And there we have it! lol This was definitely a fun challenge. I might like to try my hand at A/B/O dynamics again in the future, but let me know what you think of this one. 😘💜
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me-and-my-3lovers · 5 months ago
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First Time
Human!Sam x Alpha!Male!Reader
The world is split between ABO and normal humans. You are an alpha hunter with the Winchesters, and have been having a rough time with your ruts. This takes place around season 8, post bunker and pre trials.
MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2700
Warnings: Self loathing, slight Dub-con elements, Angst, A/B/O dynamics, foreplay, oral sex, male fingering, male-on-male sex, knotting, scenting, no proofread
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You were warm and happy and wanted to stay in bed forever. Unfortunately, your alarm clock was screaming at you. It was only 9 AM, far too early to wake up, but, alas, you were awake. You rose from your nice and cozy bed and went to the kitchen. When you arrived, Dean was making coffee and Sam had his nose in a book. You greeted them as best you could before grabbing a bowl of cereal. The first bite was delicious, the cereal was still crunchy but not soggy, perfect.
"How does your rut work?" Dean asked while putting away the milk.
"Dean..." Sam warned from the bar stool.
You paused, a spoon of cereal halfway to your mouth, "You have the internet; look it up." You savored the taste of the cereal, eager for the conversation to end.
"But isn't that like expecting sex to be like a porno?" You stared at Dean, taken aback by his metaphor.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Of course, you find a way to bring it back to porn, Dean."
You ignored Dean's question and took another bite of your cereal. Dean sat beside you, staring as you shoveled the rest of the cereal into your mouth. The silence was deafening. The three of you sat, ignoring each other before you decided to get up and put your bowl in the sink.
"Why do you even want to know about my rut?" You asked, breaking the silence.
"We've been hunting together for years, and now we're living in the bunker, and we walked in during it..." Dean started scratching the back of his head, trying to find the words to continue.
"Ok, and?" You prompted.
"We had to call Cas in to stop you from dying." Dean blurts out.
You tensed at Dean's words. It wasn't untrue that your rut almost killed you last time, but calling Cas was unnecessary. Sam stared between you and his brother, waiting for any sign of violence.
"That was unnecessary." You started to walk to your room, not wanting to be around Dean anymore.
"I didn't mean it like that," Dean grabbed your arm and spun you to face him. "I'm worried about you, we're worried about you."
You glanced between him and Sam for a few moments. "Then you'll let me handle my rut how I see fit." You resume the walk to the safety of your room.
"That doesn't explain why you had a fever of 107 and were coughing up blood." Dean follows after you. Sam stood up and followed close behind, not trusting the situation to die down.
"I mean, heats and ruts are a reproductive thing, alphas and omegas aren't meant to go through them alone." You stop at the door to your room and turn back toward Dean and Sam. "Listen, I've gone through every rut since I was seventeen by myself and survived. Now if you don't mind, leave."
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes before stomping away.
Sam looked at you with those puppy dog eyes. "What if you weren’t alone?" Sam asked.
"No, I am not subjecting someone, anyone, to me on my rut." You turned around to open your room. "If you think Dean is insufferable about the Impala..." you whistle at the end of your sentence for emphasis. "Like I said," you jump on your bed and face Sam, your hands behind your head, "I've been doing this for twenty-one years, I'm good."
Sam sat at the foot of your bed, resting his hand on your ankle. "You were screaming in pain."
"Sam, drop it."
"No! We came home and found you half dead! I won't let you go through that again."
You sat up, staring Sam dead in the eyes. "You weren't supposed to see that..." You flopped back down onto your bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Well we did see it, and you have been suffering like that for twenty-one years?" Sam sighed and hung his head "I care about you, I- I've cared about you for a long time."
"This is more than caring, Sam. The only way you could help me through my rut is degrading."
"If you think two men having sex is degrading, then I have some harsh realities for you in the twenty-first century." Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes at your antics.
"It isn't just sex, it's..." You couldn't find the right word to describe it. "You can't describe the violence of being with an alpha during their rut, you'd be subjecting yourself to my worst parts. It's not-" Sam's lips met yours, silencing you. The kiss was fleeting, over before you could react. Sam rested his head against yours and brought your hand to his cheek.
"You don't have to be alone, I'm here for you, always." Sam kissed your palm.
"You don't get it, Sam," you whispered. "I can't let you help."
"Why not?" Sam brought his free hand to rest on your neck, "I want to do this, for you."
You leaned into Sam's touch, craving more. "You'll never be able to look at me the same way again, and I don't want to lose what we have."
"But if you don't let me help then I could lose you forever." Sam kissed you as hard as he could, "I don't want to lose you."
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in. When you opened your eyes again Sam had the best puppy dog eyes he could muster plastered on his face.
"You're trying to lay it on thick aren't you," you chuckle, knowing you couldn't say no to Sam's puppy dog eyes.
"Is it working?"
"If, and that is a big if. If I let you help me, can I call you Sammy?"
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You'd been shifting your room around for hours, trying to make the perfect nest. You took a lot of Sam's shirts and blankets to place around your mattress on the floor, but it still didn't feel right.
"Not comfy enough... what makes... comfy?" you knelt in the middle of the nest contemplating.
"PILLOWS!!" San came barging in with what seemed to be all the pillows in the bunker.
"Pillows..." You nodded your head before taking the pillows from Sam and arranging them.
"This looks like a proper nest." Sam came up behind you and kissed your cheek. "I love it."
"Are you sure you wanna do this Sammy?" You asked, "You don't have to."
"I want to, I want to help." Sam moved to face you and kissed you.
You pulled Sam against you and lowered him into the nest.
"Your eyes, they're gold!" Sam said, bringing his hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch.
"It's my rut, my wolf... it's trying to take over. I can make it go away, give me a moment." You closed your eyes and tried to focus on locking your wolf away.
"Don't, I like it." Sam leaned up to kiss you again, breaking your concentration.
Sam started moving his giant spider legs to wrap around your waist. You could his semi-hard boner through his jeans, as his ground up into you. You broke the kiss to rid Sam of his shirt and jeans. Once you and Sam were down to your underwear, you went back to attacking Sam's mouth with your own.
You kissed down his jaw, stopping at his neck, savoring the smell of Books and firewood coming off of him. It was intoxicating. You started sucking and nipping at Sam's neck, leaving deep purple marks behind.
"Ow!" Sam slapped you away, hard. "A little aggressive with the love bites," Sam grumbled.
"Sorry," You lifted your head to look him in the eye, "I can't help myself. An omega's mating gland is around their neck, alphas tend to fixate on that area." You tried to leave gentler kisses on his neck, moving down his body.
You gave a light suck to each of Sam's nipples, causing him to moan. You moved further south, nipping and licking at his stomach, making sure there wasn't a patch of skin that went untouched, stopping at the waistband of Sam's underwear. Catching your breath, Sam took that time to rid himself of his underwear. He was rock hard and leaking. You wasted no time sucking him down until you gagged. He fisted his hands in your hair, pushing your head down further. You sucked harder, using your tongue to circle the head of his dick. Sam tried thrusting up into your throat, but you pulled off him.
Flipping him onto his stomach, you separated his ass cheeks and licked a stripe from his balls to his asshole, causing Sam to shiver.
"Are you sure about this Sammy?"
"Yes!"
You dove straight in, pushing your tongue past the tight ring of muscle. Sam's moan was downright animalistic. You moved your hands to Sam’s hips, holding him in place while your tongue explored him. You worked your tongue deeper into his hole, getting him relaxed and used to the feeling.
"I'm ready for you, come fuck me, baby."
You withdrew from Sam's ass and flipped him on his back again. You moved up His body, trailing kisses from his stomach to his titties, sucking each nipple. When you got back up to Sam's mouth, you maneuvered both of you so you were sitting up and Sam was straddling you.
"What will it feel like when you... you know..." Sam made crude hand gestures to explain what he didn't say.
"When I knot you?" Sam nodded his head. "I don't know."
"How do you not know?!" Sam whisper-shouted. "Haven't any of your other partners described what it's like?"
Your body flushed under Sam's expectant gaze. "...I've never..." You try to look anywhere but Sam's eyes.
"Are you a virgin?" Sam asked, a teasing smile forming on his stupidly perfect face.
"NO! I just... typically, people aren't interested in..." 'Me' you wanted to say, "I've never knotted anyone," You mumbled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. That familiar pang of rejection started festering in your chest. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. You can go now." You pulled away from Sam and turned over.
"No, no, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Go. Now." You growled out.
Sam grabbed his clothes and left your room without another word, leaving you alone as the pain of your oncoming rut and rejection radiated through your body. You could feel hot tears streaming down your face as you start tearing down the nest you made. You threw pillows and shirts out of the room, a dull ache settling in your chest. As more and more of the nest got thrown out, the pain became more distinguished. It festered in your heart. It was only when the last of Sam's scent was flung out of the room that the agony started. A dull throbbing in your heart turned into stabbing pain. You screamed, unable to hold it in anymore.
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White-hot, searing pain ran through you, starting at your heart and radiating to your limbs. You felt like screaming, but the most you could muster at this point was a pained whimper, your vocal cords raw from the first few hours of screaming and crying. It felt like your heart was ripping itself apart while your body was attempting spontaneous combustion. You tried to rut against something, in a pitiful attempt to relieve some of the pain. Your body retaliated by sending another wave of pain through you.
'You deserve this,' you heard in the back of your mind, 'No one wants to be with a freak like you, a freak of nature. A sideshow attraction.' You whimpered again, the words cutting deep into your heart. You looked around the room; the scattered remnants of your nest stared back at you. 'It was stupid to think he wanted you,' the voice said again, 'All it brought you was pain and misery.' The voice was right; the rejection only made your rut more painful. As another wave of searing pain washed over you, you shut your eyes, and your mind curled into itself. Conciseness and thought gave way to animal instinct. 'A feral monster!'
A low, somber howl left your lips, one last cry for help, for a nonexistent mate to relieve the pain in your heart—the howl of a dying alpha.
"Shh, I'm here." Sam came into your room and crawled into the nest, pulling you closer to him. He kissed your forehead, "You're gonna be ok." Sam's hand petted your hair while he kept whispering assurances to you.
You stopped Sam's movements to kiss him. The kiss became more passionate and hungry when Sam didn't pull away. When you both had to pull away for air, you stared into his eyes. A whimper escaped your lips.
Sam shifted himself so that he was straddling you, "I got you." Sam affirmed, bending down to take your lips with his, grabbing the sides of your face and pulling you closer.
You bucked your hips against Sam's, causing both of you to moan. Sam started stroking your dick while stripping off his shirt and underwear. Very gingerly, Sam lowered himself onto you, hissing at the stretch. You sat up to rest your head against Sam's shoulder, mouth gently kissing the hickeys on his neck. Once Sam was fully seated your hands moved to rub circles on his thighs.
Sam took a minute to adjust before moving. He moved your hands to rest on his hips. You squeezed his hips harder as he bounced faster and faster. In a sudden bout of strength, you grabbed Sam and held him at the end of your dick. You stared into Sam's eyes before pulling him down to the knot.
"That's it alpha, come on baby," Sam whispered in your ear. Spurred on by Sam's words, you started trusting to match his bounces. Sam grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. Your knot began to swell and catch on his ass. "I feel it, so close." Sam tossed his head back in ecstasy as hot ropes of cum spattered on the both of you. While Sam got lost in his high, you slowed his bouncing until he was resting on your dick.
As Sam came down from his high, he looked at you, puzzled. "Why didn't you knot me?"
Your body started to hurt again when he asked that. You shook your head and whimpered.
"You need to knot me to feel better," Sam said, covering your hands on his hips.
You shook your head and whimpered again, trying to roll Sam over to lie down.
Sam held onto your shoulders and started bouncing again, trying to get you to knot him. "Come on baby, you need to knot me." You tried again to get Sam to lie down, but he was too strong. Once Sam had enough momentum he slammed himself down over your knot, causing you to cum. As your knot locked you in place you bit Sam at the junction of his neck and shoulder, trying to claim him.
Sam moved his hands to play with your hair as you lapped at the mark you made. "There you go, baby. You feel better now?"
You nodded and nuzzled into Sam's neck. Sam kissed your forehead and finally let you roll him over to lie down. "Goodnight my love."
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You woke up surrounded by the scent of bacon and batter. You sat up; the heat from your body had subsided, and the searing pain had turned into a dull thud. Looking around, the room was cleaned up, and your nest was remade. You shifted in the nest, moving some things around when the door opened, Sam walked in carrying a tray of blueberry waffles, bacon, and orange juice. You stared silently as he walked closer, wondering why Sam was bringing you breakfast. He placed the tray in your lap and sat beside you, curling into your side.
"Dean made us some breakfast. He said it was a treat for 'being such a good boy last night' Can you believe him?" Sam scoffed.
You remained silent, staring down at the plate in front of you.
"The waffles are getting cold," Sam said after a minute, grabbing a waffle and eating it. You stared at him until he looked at you.
"What happened last night?"
"What do you mean 'what happened last night'?" Sam sat up and rubbed the crumbs from his fingers back onto the plate.
"I can't remember anything after you left."
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b0xerdancer-writes · 7 months ago
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Bound Together Part 1
Alpha!Steve x Alpha!Bucky x Alpha! Sam x Omega!Reader
Summary: The Avengers are more than Earth's mightiest heroes, they are seen as one of the mightiest packs bound by years of loyalty, rivalry, trust, and love. When a new Omega joins the team, a friend of Natasha and Clint's as an Ex-SHIELD agent, it causes the trio of mated Alphas to panic and lose sleep. Shes caught not only the eye of the public, but of the alphas as well, and she might just be the key in strengthening the pack further.
Warnings: This is Omegaverse so all the warnings that come with that, I switch POVS twice, 18+ only on this as there is implied 18+content and this series will eventually have smut. This will be a bit of a passive aggressive slow burn.
Word Count: 11,409
Notes: This took me a bit to write and is my first time writing Omegaverse myself. I wanted to have a slower paced yet still getting the reader into the team dynamic as a good lil intro. Feedback is welcomed so are reblogs! Do not repost my work, the only other place i post fics on is AO3. This will eventually get added to a series masterlist/Avengers masterlist. Inspired to write this by the The Sun, the Moon and the Stars series by @crazyunsexycool, go read it!
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In the eyes of the world, the Avengers were more than just Earth’s mightiest heroes-they were Earth’s mightiest pack, years of working together having forged unbreakable bonds rooted in instinct, loyalty, and love for one another. It was no secret that while the strength of the pack was an unmovable force of unity the reason the bonds within the pack were so strong was because of the intricate web of mates and sibling-like bonds, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson were a formidable trio and example of the strength of bonds within the pack since all three being Alphas mated to one another, while other known mates were Natasha(Alpha) and Bruce(Omega), Tony(Omega) and Pepper(Alpha) who the pack had come to see as a mom like figure despite her rebuttal she was in fact not the mom friend of the group, and Wanda(Omega) and Vision(Alpha). While mating bonds were a strong presence in the pack, sibling bonds were just as rampant: Nat and Clint(Beta), Tony and Bruce, Tony and Rhodey, Sam and Clint, just to name a few considered each other with a sibling like point of view. Every bond formed within the pack made it stronger and more complex, they were one massive family that the public couldn’t help but to envy for one reason or another but also adore for just as many reasons. 
In the eyes of the public the Avengers and their pack had made leaps and bounds in the world that was secondary genders; Natasha was a leading figure in the Alpha female world and Tony in exchange was a leading figure in the Omega male world, both having set up clinics and safe spaces for their designations. Clint was a prime example how Betas still had a place in a pack dynamic as the main person to calm everything down when emotions were rampant on everyone's sides and Steve, Bucky, and Sam were Icons of same designation relationships even if two out of the three didn’t really know to what extent. Everything the Avengers did as a pack from public appearances to missions that had been recorded by bystanders was on observation, life in the compound was their break away from all of it; needless to say the public took notice when a new face popped up consistently with the already gigantic pack. 
Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire, “What was her palace in the pack?” or “What designation is she?” to “Do you think she has a mate on the team and if so who?”, speculation went rampant almost overnight about who the new member could possibly be. It wasn’t long before Cap and Tony were making an announcement about the newest member: An Omega, an ex-SHIELD agent like NAt and Clint, who was close with both of the other ex-SHIELD agents. They had announced her hero name as ‘Lynx’, an enhanced individual that was a force to be reckoned with just like the rest of the pack, when questioned about her abilities she had answered questions as minimally as possible, anxious to be put in front of the millions of fans who all wanted to know about her: the nickname had come from Fury as a joke about her enhanced feline like abilities and reflexes that also made her a master of stealth , on top of her ability to withstand extreme cold Fury saw her as an invaluable stealth asset.
When her name went public news articles had begun to pop up left and right about her history, when Natasha had leaked all of SHIELD’s files to the public Lynx’s files had been in there too.  Though the public quickly became used to her as an Avenger and a familiar face she was most often with Natasha and Clint at the beginning of her time with the team, though the chatter about her quickly picked back up when it was noticed she had started becoming a regular presence, both in public and on missions, with the trio of mated alphas; chatter and gossip about how the three alphas might have finally found someone to balance their dynamic, though when Steve read the article aloud to the other two in the private darkness of their shared bedroom one night before they all passed out he couldn’t help but to think of just how on the nose that article was. Sam and Bucky had agreed with Steve, it was on the nose and they just had to figure out how to get the Omega to agree to court them, since her presence and scent were nagging on all three of them since they had met her; it didn’t seem that thought about making her their Omega was going to leave any of their hindbrains anytime soon either. 
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Natasha and Clint had returned late one night, tipsy and in good spirits, after they had canceled on a pack movie night. They had walked in on a showing of The Hobbit since it was Bucky’s night to pick a movie and he had just found out there was a film adaptation of it, which had resulted in Tony pausing the movie to pick a bone with the two who had walked in coffees in hand and laughing like mad men.
He had perked up from his spot squeezed against Pepper in the corner of the massive double sectional U-shaped couch, turning to look over the back at them as he cleared his throat; the rest of the pack rolling their eyes at his nosiness. “So, where have you two been? I think we deserve a reason as to why you both canceled at the last minute. Even your mate won’t tell us why Nat and that is just plain mean Red.” 
Nat laughed, actually Laughed and it had Bruce perking up over the couch from his spot on the floor in front of the couch, he always liked her laugh and it was rare for one to come so unprompted. “We had a friend who came into town late last night, we haven't seen her since SHIELD so we went out for some drinks, grabbed some coffee, and then we walked her back to her apartment. She lives in town but often travels for work so she's rarely here in town at the same time as both Clint and I. If you must know Tony, you nosey omega, that's where we have been.”
Tony nodded satisfied but it had gotten Steve’s attention. “Since SHIELD? I’m assuming she was an agent like you?” 
Nat nodded. “Yeah, she's been doing private ops stuff for Fury since SHIELD fell and we have been pestering here about putting in a transfer to join our team, she's an omega who's enhanced, so I figured she would fit right in here.”
All of the Omega’s perked up at the thought of having another Omega around, there was far too many Alphas in the tower compared to Omegas and Betas, though it was Tony who with a sly smirk plastered on his face extended the invitation. “Well, if you think she should be on this team you should bring her around. Introductions should be in order especially if she's gonna keep stealing you two away from pack nights. If we like her we can keep her.”
Clint snorted at Tony’s tone and wording like she was a stray animal in need of a home, in fact he had to take a sip from his coffee to prevent himself from laughing at the image of his friend looking like a stray dog, giving them puppy dog eyes and standing soaking wet in the rain, even though he knew she was fine where she was at and didn't want to intrude on an already heavily bonded pack.
Nat nodded, taking a sip from her own iced coffee. “Then I’ll extend an invitation, when were you thinking Tony since it's your idea?”
Tony hummed, faking that he had to think it over. “Tomorrow night, think of it as a birthday present for myself from you. If  I like her, we can keep her. Deal?” 
Clint snorted, amused. “She's not a stray to take in Tony.”
Tony tilted his head away, as he settled back into his spot. “We will see about that, if I like her we keep her, Fury be damned. Now deal?”
Nat nodded, placing a hand on Clint’s shoulder as a sign they would not win this argument. “Deal.”
Tony nestled back into the red blanket around him, turning his attention back to the movie, a smug smirk on his face. The rest of the team  chuckled amongst themselves, turning back to the movie themselves. Though to Steve, Sam, and Bucky, the latter of which was nestled between the two other alphas, were all on edge; Whatever the cold snow-like scent that hung on Natasha and Clint had made them all perk up, they could only assume it was the scent of the friend the two had mentioned, had their attention and had them on edge for a reason they couldn’t quite place. 
Once the movie concluded everyone stood, with some yawns, and shuffled off to their own apartments with some faint goodnights. Steve and Bucky lingered for a moment as Sam slowly stood, rolled his shoulders and popped his neck; he looked over his shoulder at the other two with a worried look, steve offered him a smile and stood while pulling Bucky with him, herding the two men towards the elevator so they could return to their own private apartment. When they had all finally curled up into the oversized bed of the central bedroom they all shared, none of them found fruitful sleep, tossing and turning or finding their dreams haunted by the scent lingering just out of reach. 
Sam had given up on getting any sleep when he woke up for the third time in an hour, slinking into the small kitchen while the two giants tossed and turned, his shirt clung to his skin just enough for it to annoy him and with an aggravated growl he pried it off and tossed it to the couch. He was getting short tempered and he sighed in annoyance at the fact, he hadn’t been like this in a while, since he had first started having the PTSD nightmares that would keep him awake at odd hours of the night; he settled on a cup of coffee but the pale light of the stove showing 3 am reminded him it was going to be along day so he settled for setting it to an extra strength brew.  Popping the small pod into the machine and pulling one of his cups down from the cabinet left him even more impatient and annoyed. When he finally settled onto the leather couch in the living room and was able to down half the cup in a matter of seconds he flicked on the Tv for some background noise to distract him, barely having the sound up high enough for him to just pick up on it he settled in for a long morning.
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He must have fallen asleep cause he was pulled from his sleep by Friday calling out for everyone to gather in the conference room, by order of Pepper; Steve was in the kitchen with a mug in hand looking towards where the small speaker was set in the center of the island counter looking like he had just got back from a run, Bucky stood in the hallway with a towel over his shoulders, his hair damp, and his boxers slung low on his hips, clearly fresh out of the shower. All three of them groaned, Steve setting the cup back on the counter defeatedly, Bucky turned around back towards the bedrooms to get dressed, and he found where his shirt had landed half under the throw pillow and half over the arm of the couch and pulled it back over his head. He stood from the couch and stepped into the kitchen behind Steve, planting his forehead between the blonde’s shoulders.
“Rough night?” Steve asked him in that concerned tone of his that could make you melt by how much he clearly cared.
“Yeah.” He answered with a half hearted hum, taking in the relaxing apple pie scent of the blonde that always seemed to soothe him. 
“Wanna talk about it?” Steve offered, he offered every time even when Sam wanted nothing to do with the particular dreams that often came with episodes like that.
“Maybe.” He mumbled.
“Just because you talk about something doesn't mean it will come back to get you.” Steve offered him that same in every time as well.
“Doesn't mean it will help either.” He sighed, and Steve turned around to pull him into his arms. The same dance they did everytime that these dreams plagued Sam.
“You don’t have to, if you really don’t want to.” Steve sighed himself, saddened to see one of his mates sp distraught.
Sam stayed quiet for a second. “That Omega Nat and Clint mentioned, did you notice how strong her scent was on them?” 
Steve nodded. “Yeah, it didn't seem like anyone else on the team did though.”
Sam nodded a yeah with a sigh. “That's the thing, why were we all affected by it so much? It was in my sleep too, but you two wanted nothing to do with me and were too busy chasing after that scent.”
Steve cupped his face and made the shorter male look up at him with a sad smile. “Hey, none of that now. You know I’m not going anywhere, especially just for some Omega tail when I’ve got you and Buck. You two know you’re my world.”
Buck walked back in that moment, Sam’s shoes in hand and dressed in his work out clothes, he frowned. “You guys talking about that Omega that’s coming tonight?” 
Steve and Sam both nodded.
Bucky sighed, moving to sit on the couch and gestured for Sam to come put his tennis shoes on, nodding between Steve and Sam as he spoke. “Why is it affecting us so much? Scents haven’t followed me into my sleep since I first saw you after you took the serum and since I first met you.”
Steve leaned against the island as Sam joined Bucky on the couch to slide his shoes on, before the serum he hadn’t even presented yet and he reasoned he probably would have been a beta back then but the serum had kick started the gene into presenting as an Alpha, which he was thankful for since he had two true mates. “I don’t wanna be the one to suggest it but do you think there's a possibility since it has affected all three of us she's ours?”
Buck shook his head as he stood with his arms crossed, shutting down the idea immediately. “An Omega? No. Definitely not. It's probably just because her scent was lingering on a packmate, I mean we haven’t even seen her, how could you confirm something like that from a scent alone.” 
In truth Bucky didn’t think that, even if it was true she was their true mate, that he deserved an Omega when it had taken a lot of work between the three of them already for Bucky to feel he deserved the other two. Sam tied his laces and stood, shifting back and forth before leaning into Bucky’s side to comfort the brunette.
“Hey it's okay Buck, just suggesting reasons, you're right we can’t assume anything like that without meeting her first. Sorry. Neither of you need to be worried, I’ll be by your sides all night as long as I have a say in it.” Steve soothed as Friday called out for their attendance again.
Bucky and Sam relented and Steve pressed a quick kiss to both of their foreheads as he ushered them out of the door of the apartment. In truth he had always been the dreamer of the group, he had always had an abundance of hope and an abundance of love to give; he was thrilled to have two mates to share with and when Bucky had mentioned possibly having a third even if it was indirectly mentioned he had to admit he had gotten kind of excited with the prospect especially if said prospect was an Omega of all things. Though he knew Sam was just afraid of losing him and Buck like he had lost his air force pack and that Bucky still had moments where he felt he didn’t deserve any of the things currently in his life and that meant especially his mates, he knew the two would be jumpy with the thought of another mate since it would be something else for Sam to lose and for Bucky to feel he didn't deserve but he almost hoped it was in fact the reason the scent had affected them so much since he reasoned it would give Buck a reason to feel he deserved it and would give Sam somewhere to direct the protective nature without it building up since he rarely got to be protective over Steve and Bucky; and for him he would finally get to satiate that part of his brain that got almost envious if not desirous when he would watch any of his Alpha packmates scent their Omegas in whatever various ways they did it, not that he couldn’t do that with Sam and Buck it just wasn’t the same since his scent didn't stay on them and it never fully satisfied that little voice in his hindbrain. 
Steve was pulled from his thoughts as they made it to the conference room, most of the other Avengers were there save Wanda, Vision, and Thor, though they could hear the latter coming as he conversed with Jane on the phone the team had finally gotten him to use and that said female had taught him to use. The three practically fell into their chairs, half exhausted, Steve had probably gotten the most sleep that night since the only issue he was running into was the other two not sleeping well. 
It took maybe another 15 minutes for the missing members to appear, Vision had to wrap Wanda in a blanket and carry her into the conference room since it was probably about 2 hours before the woman was normally up, it was seven am now and she normally did not show her face until about nine, and she definitely didn’t look pleased by the fact she was currently awake. As soon as everyone was in their places Pepper started passing around itineraries of how the rest of the day and the night would go. Interviews, a speech from Tony, there would be a makeup crew set up on the lower levels of the compound for those who didn't want to bother to get camera ready themselves, they would meet back up around 2:30 PM for last checks, and to go over limo assignments since Natasha and Clint were splitting off to get Lynx, they would be out the door at 2:30 and the rest of the team would be out the door at 3 to arrive at the conference hall at 3:30 and Natasha had pointed out the three of them wouldn’t arrive till 4, to which all Tony had to say was “Better make an entrance then.” 
Pepper passed around bagels and tubs of cream cheese for the team to eat, since that's what Tony decided he wanted for his birthday breakfast and once everyone had eaten Pepper dismissed them all to finish their morning routines and to get ready before herding Tony back up to their apartment. Everyone slowly trickled back out of the conference room till just the three alphas remained. 
“I need to shower.” Steve groaned
“So do I.” Sam sighed himself, still feeling the phantom of sweat on his skin from the night prior.
“Seems like I beat you two on that front then.” Bucky teased as he was the first of them to stand. “Guess I’ll try to squeeze a nap in then while you two are in the shower.”
Bucky held the door open for the other two as all three of them filed into the elevator, when they got back to their floor slash apartment he curled up on the couch with the blanket Steve had covered Sam in earlier while the other two crowded into the shower with the excuse they might as well save some water. It was around noon when Happy brought everyone up sandwiches for lunch from one of Tony’s favorite sub places, Steve and Sam had since piled up on either side of Bucky watching some movie Buck had no interest in since he had easily missed the first half of the plot. When they finally finished eating they had finished the movie and then decided they had better start getting dressed for the party now so they could make a good impression on the new Omega and everyone else that would be there of course, especially the interviewers that would be there and for no other reason obviously. They had split up, each retreating into their private rooms to get dressed without further distractions. 
Steve had stood in front of his closet for 15 minutes trying to decide on which of the neatly pressed suits he wanted to wear before he finally decided on a navy one and pairing it with a pristine white button up. He sifted through his ties unable to decide on which one he figured would match the best giving each often a few minutes longer of consideration before shaking his head, the cycle repeated till he huffed and settled on a plain navy one as well figuring the tie bar that Bucky had given him with matching cufflinks would suffice; the bar and cufflinks had been made out of some of the vibranium of Bucky's old arm and the brunette had asked Stark to turn it into an anniversary gift for Steve one year.  Though at the thought of the cufflinks he couldn’t find them or remember where he had last set them down at. 
 He stepped back into the shared bedroom and shuffled through the drawers and end tables there incase he had put them there but to no avail, he started to panic a bit and figured he would check his room one more time, though on his return trip Sam’s door was open and he stopped in the other Alpha’s door frame with an exasperated look on his face as Sam was buttoning up the sleeves of a white undershirt. “Have you seen where I put those cufflinks Buck gave me?” 
Sam met his eyes in the mirror, “In your office I think, have you checked your desk yet?” 
Steve took a few strides forward into his room, placing a quick kiss to the other Alpha’s cheek before stepping back out in a rush, “You're a lifesaver Sam.”
Sam offered him a lopsided grin and shot the blonde a wink. “I know it, what would you do without me oldman.”
Steve laughed and rushed down to his office, a room rarely used anymore, to find the cufflinks on a small glass nick nack tray Peter had given him and sighed in relief as he fastened them on, now all he had to worry about was what to do with his hair. Should he slick it back neatly? Let it be a little messy? Run his hands through it with some pomade to give it a kind of tousled yet neat and slick look somewhere between the other ideas he had?
Prior to Steve’s intrusion Sam had been pacing around his room, two suits held in front of him as he debated between them, holding them up in front of him back and forth on repeat until he finally settled on a sharp burgundy one and pairing it with a white button up. Saying screw it to a tie since he didn't want to even fuss with that or the constricted feeling of them in such a large crowd, he did however out on some nice silver cufflinks his sister had given him years ago though he did noticed he fiddled with getting the small metal pieces just right before Steve’s interruption drew his attention from the cuffs.
Bucky seemed at a lost, why he cared so much he had no clue, he had tried on a couple suits he thought would look fine but there was always something off about it that had Bucky peeling the thing right back off unable to decide if he wanted to keep a rugged look or seem a bit more polished tonight, he had been staring at himself in the mirror for who knows how long, he had struggled to decide on a belt  of all things. He kept it simple with black slacks, he could pair any of his shirts and blazers with them and had finally settled on a plain black leather belt with gold hardware but on the subjects of shirts he was absolutely lost on what to wear. In an act of desperation he dug into the pack of his closet towards things he really never wore and ended up forgetting lived, thankfully him forgetting things that got put back there paid off when he found a black and gold corset style vest hung up; the thing was completely black with gold piping and boning, it reminded him of his arm and that was probably why he owned it but he didn’t remember when he got it or if someone had given it to him, he paired it with a simple black undershirt. He slipped into the small attached bathroom and pulled his hair half up, a thing both Steve and Sam had done at some point while playing with his hair. 
None of the men had really realized just how long they had taken piecing themselves together to perfection until Friday was practically yelling at them to get their asses downstairs to the pack living room, the team had been waiting long enough for them that Nat and Clint had already left to go get their friend. They all awkwardly piled into the elevator making small compliments about how the others looked, figuring they were due for off-handed comments from the rest of the pack when they made it to the main room it was best to get the nice compliments between eachother out of the way.
Once the elevator dinged the three men shuffled out into the staring crowd awkwardly. The team was gathered in the common room with everyone looking sharp and collected in their party outfits, the room was abuzz with anticipation and excitement. Tony was leaned against the back of the couch in a red, gold, and white tux with a bowtie that mimicked his iron man suit; as the three alphas joined the small group of people he offered them a teasing raised brow and a smirk before he clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention.
“Alright everyone, listen up please.” Tony began, “First of all,thanks for making an effort to look good tonight. You all clean up well though I am a bit concerned with the Shield cufflinks there Steve, a bit on the branding nose there, don’t you think?” 
Steve rolled his eyes but offered the shorter Omega a grin. “They were a gift from Buck, I like them.”
“A gift, sure.” Tony joked back, “but try not to overwhelm anyone with your patriotism yeah?” 
Steve rolled his eyes and the room chuckled, the light banter easing any lingering nerves. Tony’s eyes swept over the team, landing on Sam and Bucky, who were both standing close to Steve but looking more anxious than normal. He knew neither male was a big crowd person so they were normally anxious with parties and gatherings but this was unusual even for them.
“Now here's the thing,” Tony continued, his tone shifting to something more playful yet stern. “We have a special guest tonight-Nat and Clint’s friend, you’ll notice they have left ahead of us to go and get her. I’m sure you’re all very excited to meet her as a possible new member to our team and pack. And by ‘you’re all’ I specifically mean you three.” He shot a pointed glance at Steve, Bucky, and Sam. “You three have been acting like nervous highschoolers before prom.”
Sam opened his mouth to protest but Tony held up a finger. “Uh-uh.” He tutted. “Don’t even try to deny it. You three took exceptionally long to get ready, Friday said all three of you were fussing over your suits and hair longer than I do. You’re all acting like you have something to prove, or something you’re showing off for.”
Bucky crossed his arms, a mix between a frown and a pout on his face. “You told us to make a good impression.”
Tony’s smirk widened. “Since when do you listen to me? But on another note: Exactly! I wanted to remind you all- especially you three- to keep it cool tonight. We are here to have a good time and relax, not to scare the poor girl away.”
He paused, letting his words sink in for a minute before continuing with a more serious tone. “Look, I’ve seen her file, and trust me, she’s got some serious skills. If she likes the pack and we like her, I’d actually like to keep her around. So, on that note, no weird behavior, no intense staredowns, and definitely no overprotective Alpha nonsense tonight. Capisce?”
Steve, Sam, and Bucky exchanged looks between each other, each of them a little more self-aware now as Tony called out their tendencies. Steve finally nodded, a small smile tugging at his face as he covered Sam’s mouth who he could feel asking Tony why it was directed at them more so than the rest of the pack. “We’ll behave Tony. Just for you.”
“Good, because I’d hate to see her run for the hills before dessert is even served and before I get to do my big speech tonight.” Tony chuckled, his tone back to its playful lilt. “Now, let’s get out there and show everyone why I throw the best parties and why the Avengers are the best pack. We have a 30 minute drive ahead of us. Separate into your limo buddies.”
With that, Tony gave them all an approving nod and led the way to the elevator with Pepper on his arm. The team followed, the atmosphere not as charged with nerves with Tony’s words lingering in the back of their minds.
+
Tony had booked a conference hall in the middle of New York, a 30 minute drive from the Avenger’s compound, that was packed to the brim with guests inside and paparazzi outside. Tony and Pepper were the last ones out of the limos right after Steve, Sam, and Bucky who all tried their best to give the cameras what they were looking for but rushed through so Buck wasn’t in the camera sights too long and the paparazzi could get to the star attraction already. 
Inside the room was packed and Steve could have sworn he had seen Hank McCoy talking to Charles Xavier since both men were friends of Tony’s as respected scientists and inventors like he was. The three were tense as they scanned the crowds, almost like they were looking for someone else but Bucky beelined it towards the drink table; not that it would affect him but having something in his hand to fidget with even if he got separated from his mates alleviated some of social anxiety. Sam and Steve are hot on his tail, picking up their own drinks when all three of them get bombarded by some interviewer to comment on same designation relationships, Steve manages to corral the conversation mostly towards himself since Bucky hated being interviewed and Sam didn’t like being put on the spot about this kind of thing; but just as he started commenting on a rather invasive question the attention of the entire crowd was pulled towards the entrance. 
Arriving 10 to 15 minutes after the group was Natasha, Clint, and their Omega friend; Nat and CLint flanking her like protective guard dogs as she strolls between them with a graceful confidence that has all three men mesmerized. Dressed in a simply stunning backless of the shoulder draped sleeves, black silk gown that glittered under the lowlights, making her seem practically ethereal to the three alphas.
Tony slides up beside Steve with a knowing smirk as he pours a bit of a drink for himself as he reminds them: “No weird Alpha behavior.” before slipping away back towards Pepper.
The three tensed, at the immediate overwhelming scent like that of fresh snow, vanilla, and sweet juniper berries; their instaints screamed at them and Steve's heart was in his throat, Bucky shifted closer to the other two males to fight off the urge to immediately glue himself to her side, and Sam was in some of the worst shape between the three of them if the heat flooding to his face and his complete freeze up was any indication, glances between all three of them were exchanged to make sure the others are just as affected as themselves and when Steve clears his throat all three of them equally heated in the face hide behind taking a drink. 
The room that was frozen lights up with an energetic buzz, the interviewer from earlier scampering off to figure out what the story is about this new girl who was escorted by two avengers. Steve and Bucky are able to pick up on some guests conversations as they whisper between each other and interviewers trying to get the threes attention, with wonders of who she was, what her role was with the grand pack, if she was a new member, why they hadn’t seen her before, etc; it exhausted them to hear the barrage of questions and they could only wonder how she didn’t already seem exhausted by it.
Steve, Sam, and Bucky try to distract themselves from her lingering presence, all parting ways to talk with someone they knew, even if that meant Bucky was in the corner talking to Wanda and Vision just trying to stay hidden, Sam was off talking to Rhodey the two had bonded over war stories, and Steve was talking to another Alpha both males were familiar with, Sharon Carter, congratulating her on her recent bonding with Maria Hill.
 Sam can hardly focus on the details of what Rhodey is saying, something about how he was bunkered down on one of his tours, and it bothers him when he realizes the entire reason he is distracted from the conversation is that scent. 
Rhodey touches his shoulder softly as he fidgets with his glass, a blank stare as he nodded along to whatever the other man was saying. “You okay Sam? You seem a bit out of it, did I say something that brought back something?”
Sam shook his head and sighed. “No it's not you Rhodes, does anything scent wise smell off around here to you? Like one stronger than the others?”
Rhodey sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring before he shook his head. “No, not particularly, there's too many scents to really pinpoint one unless I was trying to find my mates, why?”
SAm shifted from one foot to the other. “Have you ever had one scent stand out to you so strongly that it haunts you even in your sleep?”
Rhodey gave him a confused look. “Only my wife’s. Why? Steve and Bucky’s scents are a bit too strong in your sleep or something?”
“No,” Sam shrugged exasperatedly. “Nat and Clint brought their friend tonight, the one who is supposed to be joining the team right?” 
Rhodey nodded trying to understand the other man’s meaning. “Well they came in with her scent on them the other day and it's been in my face since then, I barely slept last night man.”
Rhodey raised a brow and smirked. “Think ses your mate? That’s a pretty common thing for true mates.” 
Sam shook his head. “No I already have two, three would just be absurd.”
“Would it? For the exact same reasons you just said.” Rhodey shrugged, taking a sip of his own drink. “ You already have two, would it really be that crazy for a third?”
“You are not helping the case here man.” Sam huffed, taking another swig from the cup in his hands.
Though he let his eyes wander as Rhodey laughed, finding her nestled between Natasha and Clint talking with Bruce and eagerly shaking his hand. If it was bothering him like this and Rhodey had suggested the same thing Steve had, was it really that absurd the three men might have a third mate out there somewhere, that it might be her?
+
Wanda was anxiously yapping away, Vision was trying to calm her but Bucky found it endearing that she was just as uncomfortable in social situations as he was and was trying to calm both of their nerves.
“What do you think of her from here?” Wanda asked, slotting herself between Vision and Bucky. 
The three watching her as Tony made himself the first to greet her, Bruce joining them quickly happy to see Natasha again and shaking the other two omega’s hands. Bucky’s hand flexed around the glass, involuntarily, though he's aware that noise of the glass straining is an indicator of his tension and he is quick to swap out which hand is holding onto the drink. 
“She seems nice, though she seems to definitely have a presence.” Bucky mutters as he takes a drink.
“You think so?” Wanda asks with furrowed brows and a tilted head.
“If I may put in my two cents, I believe that is only because of the fact the crowds weren’t expecting her and we were.” Vision chimed in, happy to be included.
“No,” Bucky scowled, “that’s not it, cause the attention on her is dying down and she's already been rushed off to meet Pepper, and I guess see Clint’s wife and kids again with how Lila threw her arms around her neck. You could still find her in the crowd without trying, I guess I don’t get how she's good at spy work when she can hold the room's attention like that.” He grumbled watching the new omega squat down to hug Lila before moving over to see Nathaniel with a smile on her face as she cooed at babe in a small baby tux.
Wanda stepped in front of him, a smug smile on her face and her arms crossed. “I think its just you buddy, no one else in the crowd is staring her down as intently as you are. Maybe Steve and Sam but their looks are fleeting. You sir are enraptured, bewitched, enthralled. Vis what are other words quick!” 
“Uh, captivated, enamored, hooked, attra-” Vision started before Bucky interrupted.
“Okay I get it.” He grumbled into another drink. 
“Soooo?” Wanda looked up at him expectantly.
“So, what?” Bucky asked, confused.
“Why are you staring her down so intently, what about her has you so worked up?” Wanda asked excitedly.
“It’s nothing.” He muttered, trying to find Steve in the crowd.
“Well seeing as how you, Steve, and Sam have all been acting weird I know something’s going on, spill.” She sighed looking up at him expectantly.
Bucky shot her a look that said drop it but only made her smile and her eyes widen.
“Oh my god,” She started.
“No!” Bucky interjected.
“What?” Vision asked.
Wandas eyes darted between the new Omega and Bucky like she had pieced something together. “You think-”
“No! Nonononono. No.” Bucky interrupted, attempting to shut down the topic.
She turned to vision, stepping out of Bucky's reach. “He thinks she’s their mate.”
“Oh! Well that is very pleasant but you haven’t even met her yet, may I ask what it is that makes you believe so?” Vision looked down at his little excited Omega, who was practically vibrating in her place, an amused look on his face before looking back up to Bucky with an interested look on his face.
“I don’t, for that exact reason, but Steve does.” Bucky grumbled, knowing he was stuck in the conversation now.
“Well then let me rephrase that, why does Stece believe that to be the case?” Vision corrected himself.
“Her scent was lingering on Natasha and Barton last night, but it was strong enough none of you seemed affected but all of us barely got any sleep cause it followed us into our sleep.” He mumbled, finding Steve still talking to the two females. 
“And you aren’t convinced why?” Both of the mated pair at his side asked him in tandem.
“We haven’t met her in person one, and two is even if she’s Sam and Steve’s mate that would mean she's mine and I don’t deserve an Omega. I’ve hurt enough of them in my time as the Winter Soldier.” He sighed, he was still getting used to opening up to the pack.
“Then, if she is, make up for it.” Wanda gave him a pointed look. “But you won’t know unless you go talk to her. Go on.”
“Maybe.” He mumbled not liking getting called out by Wanda.
“Alphas.” Wanda sighed.
+
Steve was off. His entire composure was dangling by a string, he was hardly holding it together and it bothered him; he was trying to focus on the two women he called friends in front of them. He nodded along with a smile, chirping back an appropriate remark when it was necessary with his usual charm and speed; but as time went on he found himself floundering, taking longer than usual to find a word or make a remark, his entire being was just thrown off. He smiled, though it was a closed off one, unlike his usual smiles, and he clenched his jaw at how bothered the vanilla in the air made him; he had purposely put his back to her while talking to the other two women to try and ease his distraction because he really did want to congratulate the two, but in reality he felt it almost made the entire situation worse because of how one part of his brain seemed completely distracted on where she was and if she was okay. 
He didn’t need the two women in front of him catching onto what was going on, he knew, he just hoped his two mates were coming to the same conclusion. Oh, how he was thankful when he had to dismiss himself from Sharon and Maria at Tony’s beckon, giving the couple a final congratulations as he stepped away and turned to see Tony looking down at the Omega with a hand on her back as he led her towards the primary group of Avengers. 
“Duty calls ladies, again ladies congratulations.” Steve waved himself off, hurrying to find his spot between Sam and Bucky who both seemed just as off as he was feeling.
Tony begins to introduce her before he stops, “What am I doing, I am being so rude, my apologies im sure you want to introduce yourself.” 
She smiled, and chuckled, and her eyes glittered in the low light, and Steve felt like he could have melted right there, with how her voice sounded like heaven to him. Sam and Bucky tensed either side of him and he knew they were in the same boat as him, and he could have sworn the sudden wave of protectiveness he felt over all three of them was enough to knock him off his feet but he was still standing.
“Right obviously you know me, Nat, Clint, Pepper, and Bruce but the rest of these guys are the rest of the team and occasional allies depending on the situation.  Rhodey a good friend of mine like a brother to me, Scott and his girlfriend Hope two of our bug people and yes we have more, Thor and his girlfriend Jane, T’Challa I think you two would get along with the whole cat motif thing, Wanda and her mate Vision, Carol she stops by occasionally, the kid is Peter our other bug person but ultimately the coolest bug we have,” Tony begins introducing everyone with banter to make everyone laugh as she shakes hands with everyone.
“And these three brooding men are Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Don't worry they aren’t as scary as they seem, despite the staring thing they have been doing all night, I’m sure you felt their eyes on you.” Tony teased and she chuckled, Steve straightened himself out and stepped forward to shake her hand.
“Pleasure to meet you, miss. Steve-” He started, and his heart just about jumped out of his chest.
“I know who you are Cap, you don’t have to go out of your way to give the whole spiel, the pleasures all mine.” She offered him a smile back and the electricity he felt between them was enough for his confirmation.
The slightest dilation of her eyes, told him she had felt it too, it wouldn’t have been enough for anyone else to pick up on but he could have gotten lost in her eyes almost immediately so he had picked up on it. 
“Let me introduce my true mates then, although I'm sure you know them too since they are also Avengers.” Steve was floundering and he wanted to punch himself in the face so he would shut up. 
She nodded and Bucky and Sam stepped up, each male offering him a small touch to his back or sides. Steve pulled his hand away from hers and gestured to each man as he introduced them.
“James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, my first mate.” Steve started, and Bucky shot him a worried look out of the corner of his eyes at being the first one to be introduced, in all honesty Steve needed to see Bucky react to the inevitable that was there. 
“Pleasure to meet you doll.” He forced a small smile on his face as he shook her hand, and Steve’s eyes traced how Bucky’s grip tightened slightly and how his throat bobbed as he swallowed, taking that as the indicator Bucky had also felt the small jolt. 
“I’ve heard a lot about you from Natasha and Clint, they both said you were an amazing fighter, I look forward to maybe sparring with you one day.” She smiled at him and he felt like he stopped breathing all together.
“I’d like that doll.” Bucky nodded, passing her off to Sam so he could catch his breath from the constant static of energy between their hands.
“Sam Wilson, pleasure is all mine sweetheart.” Sam winked, shaking her hand, flirting being his go to in situations like this. 
She chuckled softly at his flirty comment and shook her head. “Flirting in front of your mates is bad practice Mr.Wilson.” 
“I can get them to flirt with you too if you’d like that.” He teased back, trying to not lose his cool as his whole body felt charged with energy, all exhaustion from earlier leaving his being.
“You are terrible Mr.Wilson.” She laughed.
“Sam is fine, hon, no formalities required.” He felt like he was losing it standing here, any longer and he would be practically vibrating in his spot.
Thankfully Steve pulled the conversation back to him and Sam could breathe again, shooting Bucky a concerned look who looked floored and stunned. 
“Let’s grab some drinks Buck.” He offered, and Bucky nodded quickly.
“Yeah, I’m just about out, could use a top off.” Bucky agreed joining Sam’s side as they scampered off towards one of the refreshment tables.
+
“Nat and Clint speak highly of you, how did you three grow to be so close?” Steve asked me, his blue eyes made it seem like he was actually interested in what I had to say but in truth he had kept glancing my way all night making sure his back was to me, it felt like he didn't really like my presence being there.
“We were put on several missions together, Clint and I joined at the same time, and I’m sure you've heard of what happened in Budapest though all three of us say different things happened there.” I smiled and nodded just trying to get through the conversation.
I liked the rest of the team, I really did but the three mated alphas had been glaring or staring me down almost all night, like they were uneasy about me. Earlier Bucky seemed like he was uneasy to even touch me and Sam seemed like he was ready to get as far away from me as possible despite the fake flirting. 
“I don’t want it to seem like I’m interviewing you or anything because that is not the case, just curious to get to know you, but uh, Natasha mentioned you were …enhanced, what kind of abilities did you …inherit, manifest… Is that a better word?” Steve stumbled; he wasn't good at the enhanced and mutant politics or how to address things when it came to that, even with Wanda.
“You can call me what I am Mr.Rodgers, Yes I am a mutant. It manifested when I was about eight or nine, uh, I have heightened reflexes, I always land on my feet, can withstand extreme colds, and I can walk almost completely silently which makes me good at stealth. My hero or code name or whatever you want to call it was a nickname from Fury I just kept.” I laughed awkwardly, I never liked putting my mutation front and center especially since I tend to blend in with other humans perfectly fine it wasn’t something I felt I needed to push or lead with.
“Apologies if I overstepped there, it's new to me.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck like he was honestly unsure of how he should have addressed it.
“You didn't, I'm just not someone who is normally very forward with the fact I have a mutation.” I smiled back trying to relieve him of some awkwardness.
“What do you do for hobbies? Any interests, a training regiment? How do you unwind?” Steve asked, changing the topic quickly.
She smiled and answered but Steve wanted to beat himself up for how uncomfortable he had probably made her asking about her mutation, it honestly intrigued him but he just didn’t know how he was supposed to address things like that. Though the two are quickly separated as Nat shoots him a look, sweeping her back into the festivities. 
As the evening progressed Steve couldn't help but to keep tabs on where Nat had swept her off to next, always introducing her to someone else, he settled at a table with Sam and Bucky, not wanting to mention it too much when he noticed both males also keeping tabs on her. As much as they were trying to stay discrete Natasha’s warning gaze had them shrinking back into their chairs like scorned pups, though the second their eyes darted away Natasha had smugly smirked to herself. They thought they were being subtle, she chuckled to herself at their antics.
“Hmm? Everything okay Tasha?” The voice drew her out of her thoughts and looked down at her close friend who had been enthusiastically talking to Bruce about some science thing she wasn’t paying attention to.
“Yeah, everything’s okay, just thought of a funny joke.” Natasha waved it off, but shared a smug knowing look with Clint who was holding Nathaniel on his hip. 
The red head took two slices of cake off the table and handed one to her, and one to Bruce, before grabbing her own and  taking a bite from her own slice as she ushered them over to where Clint and his family were.
+
As the night drew to a close and the party was beginning to wind down, Tony called everyone over to the small stage to give his normal yearly speech. The avengers all turned their attention to him with smiles on their faces, he adjusted the mic to his height and set his champagne glass on the edge of a glass table beside him. The guests quieted as he cleared his throat, all eyes on the man of the hour.
“Alright, alright, you all know what time it is, the moment where I come up here and blabber about how great I am and all that, but if I could just have everyone’s attention for just a few minutes, I promise this time its not as self-centered.” Tony started, flashing his trademark grin. “First of all, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight. It’s not everyday a guy turns… lets just say another year wiser, alright?” The crowd chuckled and Tony’s grin widened. “But seriously, it means a lot to have all of you here-friends, allies, fans, and of course the best team a guy could ask for, even if we but heads a majority of the time.”
Tony’s gaze shifted to the team, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “You know, when I look back at everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve faced, it still amazes me that we’ve come through it all stronger than before. The battles we’ve fought in, saved the world more times than you could count on your fingers, and somehow we’ve managed to keep our sanity. Well, most of us anyways.” He winked towards the team, earning a few more laughs from the crowd.
“In all seriousness though, I couldn’t have done any of it by myself, without you guys. Steve, Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and everyone who has been a part of this crazy ride; you’re not just teammates, you’re family.” He nodded towards them with a smile on his face.
There was a brief pause as Tony looked down his glasses, his voice softening. “And then there’s Pepper.” His eyes found hers in the crowd, a sparkle in them and the complete adoration in her gaze left him feeling like the only man in the world. “Pep, you’ve been my rock, my voice of reason, and quite frankly the only reason I’m still standing here today. You’ve put up with more than anyone should ever have to, and you’ve done it with more grace and strength than I ever could. So I’m dedicating tonight to you and to all all the amazing things you’ve done, not just for me but for all of us.” 
Pepper smiled, her eyes glistening with welling tears, and Tony raised his glass slightly in her direction. “Here’s to you Love, and to many more years of driving you absolutely insane.”
The room erupted in applause and cheers, Tony took a moment to let the noise die down before continuing. “Now, before we wrap things up, there’s one more thing I want to share. You all know we’ve been through a lot as a team and a pack, I’d like to think we’ve grown stronger because of it. Well tonight I’m excited to announce that we’re about to grow a little stronger.”
Tony’s tone shifted to one of pride as he continued, “ We’ve got a new member joining our ranks. Someone who’s proven herself time and time again; who has the skills, the guts, and the heart to be one of us. Natasha and Clint already know her well, and after tonight I think it’s safe to say the rest of us are starting to see why they trust her so much.”
He paused for effect, then smiled warmly. “Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the newest member of the Avengers, Lynx.” 
The room filled with applause as Tony turned to beckon her on stage. “Come on up here, don’t be shy, you're part of the family now.”
Bucky, Steve, and Sam watched the way her hips swayed in that dress as she climbed the stairs into Tony’s awaiting outstretched hand. 
“We’re thrilled to have you with us,” His voice carried a genuine note of welcome. “We can’t wait to work with you and see what you’ll do next. So here’s to the future, to the newest member of our absolutely terribly dysfunctional family, and a thank you to Fury for giving into my birthday wish. Welcome to the team.”
The applause grew louder and Tony raised his glass one final time. “To Pepper, the Avengers, and of course: Me!” He declared, and the room echoed the toast.
Tony moved to set his glass back onto the table without looking, the room seemed to freeze as the glass started falling off the small side table; Steve about to rush forward before the glass inevitably broke and cut her as it shattered with her open toed wedge heels, but before Steve could even move she had the glass in her hands and not a drop split as she sat the glass back onto the center of the table. 
Tony’s eyes widened before he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, she simply smiled back at him as she turned to retreat back down the stairs. “Reflexes, they come in handy.”
The small action had Steve, Bucky, and Sam frozen on the spot, they knew Tony had read her file and said she would be useful but those reflexes had kicked in faster than either of the supersoldiers had. She climbed down the stairs to the waiting Natasha and Clint who patted her on her back, a small smile on her face as she tried to downplay the almost accident. She could feel the sets of eyes on her back and looked over her shoulder to be met with the three alphas staring her down, she shifted and busied herself with the conversation around her.
Steve wanted to punch himself in the face for the way she seemed to shrink in their gaze, making herself smaller between the Barton’s and Natasha; but at the same time knowing him and his mates affected her as much as she affected them almost made him  pride himself, then a second later he was beating himself up for thinking like a stereotypical alpha that he tried not to be. 
Bucky was impressed, Steve had been the only person he had ever seen move that quickly aside from himself, and he found himself wondering how those reflexes would correlate to other areas like sparring, or sparring. He wouldn’t let himself admit he was already thinking of having her in bed like he did with his other mates on the days regular sparring didn’t take that edge off and he needed a little bit more to keep his nerves balanced.
Sam was in the same boat as the other two but thinking less with his dick and more of how attractive she was in general and how impressive her brief show of skills had be, he could only imagine how she would move and fight on the actual battlefield; he reckoned that since she was a stealth master more so than Natasha or Clint were she adapted based on the circumstances, he would've put money on a bet that in their time at SHIELD the three probably had made their own bets on trying to beat her in stealth drills only to lose every time.
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Steve, Bucky, and Sam retreated to a corner with their tails between their legs. The crowd began to filter out slowly, Steve had begun to talk but it was Bucky who had interrupted him. “We need to talk about this later, clearly we are all being affected by this and we need to straighten this all out.”
The other two nodded in agreement, watching as Tony talked with the alluring female across the conference hall, fighting to take their eyes off her. The rest of the avengers were all regrouping after a little bit of last minute partying that resulted in Natasha being a little too lovey dovey with Bruce and all of Clint’s kids being asleep.
They were so deep in thought they didn’t hear Pepper walk up behind them or even start talking to them. “...to leave? Hey? You three even listening? No, no you are not.” She sighed before clapping between them, startling all three Alphas to attention. “Quit being star-struck by an Omega you have barely met and maybe pay attention. I asked if you three were ready to go? We are getting ready to leave. Please, have your heads on straight, shes coming back to the tower for the night since her apartment is 45 minutes from here instead of 30 minutes from here.”
The boys all scrambled to agree and within the next 15 or so minutes they were squeezing into the back of a vehicle, the other members of their team squeezing into their own. 
Steve popped his neck and stretched out in the vehicle as much as he could. “We really need to figure out why this is affecting us so much. When she touched my hand earlier it felt like static electricity.”
Sam nodded. “I felt that too but it was more like my entire body was wired with electricity despite how exhausted I was.”
Bucky growled under his breath, looking out the window at the passing lights. “It’s just ‘cause she’s new and mysterious and is being brought into the pack.”
SAm made a noise in disagreement. “You know that's not what this is Buck, I saw how affected you got especially when we went over to get drinks. You were staring out into space like you were lost in your head again. Whatever this is, it's different than just new, it's way more intense. Admit it Buck you felt something too.”
Bucky shot him a side long glare. “Okay fine, there was a tiny jolt, but not anything like you two were describing.”
Steve tried to diffuse the situation. “Whatever it is we have time to figure it out, it's not like we are in a rush. Whatever is leaving us all so tense and curious will take time to figure out until we get used to her being around and as a member of the pack we wont know if it is just cause she’s new or not.  We keep an eye on her till she's used to everything and be there if she needs anything. I don’t want her thinking we don't like her or don’t want her on the team or in the pack.” 
Bucky grumbled an agreement and Sam nodded, most of the cars were already here, Thor and Jane were the car ahead of them, and he was helping her out. By the number of cars pulling down into the parking garage there was only one car besides their’s missing from the fleet; probably Tony and Pepper since she had to finish arranging everything with the cleaning crew. The three trudged into the building, exhaustion finally settling into their bones and after shrugging off their party clothes all crashed into the large bed together.
On another floor Clint had escorted Lynx to her guest room on the main team communal floor of the tower. “I’ll be right back, let me go put Nathaniel down and grab Nat, Nat said she put some clothes in here for you earlier.”
“Kay, I’m gonna change then hurry back. I know you and Nat want all the gossip and know of what went on tonight.” SHe had smiled to Clint who nodded and rushed off.
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I found the clothes Natasha had left for me folded neatly in the bathroom with a hairbrush and bathroom essentials, I changed into the pj set Nat loaned me: a silk set every member of the team probably had because it had little chibi versions of all the members on it and an old Shield training shirt. I brushed my teeth and my hair out, rinsing my mouth out with the sink water just as a knock sounded from the door.
I dried my mouth quickly before rushing over to open the door, a slightly tipsy Natasha leaning against the door frame and an amused Clint with his arms full of extra blankets off to the side of her.
“Hey! Get in here!” I stepped to the side and Natasha immediately threw herself onto the bed. Clint tossed the blankets onto the empty dresser before sitting down in an accent chair. 
“Spill! I gotta know what happened when You weren't beside me or Clint.” Natasha mused, fixing a pillow under her chin. “What do you think of the team? How do you think the night went?”
I shrugged. “I dunno, I don’t think Steve, Sam, and Bucky like me that much. Steve seemed really unsure, and Sam while he was flirting it seemed he wanted out of the conversation as fast as possible, and all Bucky did was grumble and stare at me really. I mean I shook his hand and talked with him a little bit but he rushed off with Sam.”
Nat smiled like she knew something no one else did. “Ehhhh, don’t think a thing of it, they like you don’t worry. Bucky wouldn’t have talked with you at all if he didn’t like you in the slightest. And Sam may be a flirt but he never rushes off unless hes actually meaning his compliments, and as for Steve you somehow managed to get under his facade and made him slip up. They like you don’t worry.”��
“If you say so, They just seemed to be keeping me in their sights like they were afraid I was gonna turn on someone all night.” I sighed, and Nat ruffled my hair.
“I mean it, they might be acting weird right now just because you are a new person, give it a few days hon, and it’ll be all normal.” Nat pointed out.
“How do you think it went with the rest of the team?” Clint questioned.
“I think it went okay, I liked Wanda, she seemed sweet.” I answered quickly.
“She’s excited to have another Omega around I bet. The Alphas outnumber the Omegas on this team. And seeing as the only other ones here regularly are Tony and Bruce, both of which are males, I think she's happy to have another female Omega around regularly.” Nat slurred slightly, but her point made sense.
“From what I could tell, it seemed like everyone on the team liked you, it seemed like you left everyone with good impressions.” Clint offered.
“You think so?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think so. The fact Bucky even talked to you is a sign of that.” Natasha had her eyes closed on the pillow, her words coming out slowly as she started to drift off.
“I better get her back up to Bruce before she passes out, Have a good night snowflake.” Clint stood. “Oh those blankets are for you, I grabbed them from the storeroom for you since I know Omegas are big on comfort. Feel free to keep them for when you move in.”
He helped Nat up from the bed and the two made their way back to the door. “Thank you Clint, have a good night, you too Tasha.” I smiled at them.
Natasha waved drowsily back. “Night Snow. Sleep well, see you in the morning.”
“Night,” Clint waved back as he closed the door behind him.
I stood and locked the door, picking up the blankets Clint had brought for me and began making a small temporary nest with them so I could get some decent sleep. My nerves were still going haywire at the thought of the three alphas having their eyes constantly on me, I honestly didn’t know how I had made it through the night with the constant heat under my skin at their gaze. I plugged in my phone and finally curled up in the nest of blankets, hopefully tomorrow wouldn’t feel as tense. I watched a few videos on my phone before I ended up falling asleep, thoughts of the three Alphas and their scents following me into my sleep.
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Summary: Sam looks for a new fragrance and finds something more…
Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 2 – Sunday, April 15 - Scenting
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, excessive scenting, meet cute, scent bond, true mates, strangers to lovers trope, fluff
Words: 900+
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You reek like an alpha. The words echo in Sam’s mind. The last woman he asked out complained about his intense and very strong alpha scent – or rather stink.
Even though Sam took her comment to heart, he asked her out on another date. He bought brand-new clothes, showered thrice, and bought a new shampoo, promising silky hair.
All for nothing.
The moment she got close to Sam, she complained again, calling him a stinky alpha. She ran for the hills – leaving Sam in his misery.
“Sammy, you gotta get out of that room one day,” Dean calls from the hallways. “We all smell like alphas. That’s our nature, Sammy. You can’t fight nature!”
“I can and will,” Sam mutters under his breath. “I don’t want to end up alone only because I smell too…strong…”
“It’s called musk,” Dean opens the door and pokes his head in. “If I can bear your stink, and you can bear mine, an omega should be fine with your scent too.”
“It’s not that easy,” Sam sniffs. “I liked that woman, and she called me…” He shakes his head.
“She’s a stupid bitch,” Dean concludes. “Omegas smell like omegas too. While in heat they smell even worse. I don’t want to scent the slick of a random omega either, but I’d never embarrass a woman only because nature is a bitch!”
“Maybe—” Sam gets up from his bed. “I should try a new fragrance, Dean! I saw a commercial about a fragrance turning your scent into…” He wrinkles his forehead. “I forgot the rest but remember the name.”
“Aw,” Dean grins. “You want to buy perfume to smell like a flower, Sammy.”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Dean,” Sam brushes past his brother, ignoring Dean's laughing behind his back. 
“Off he goes to smell like a rose garden…”
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“Cedar…green grass,” Sam looks at the fragrances, frowning deeply. He forgot the name of the fragrance on his way to the drugstore. “No. Maybe wood or sunflower.”
He hears a giggle coming from across the shelf. Sam stops looking at the fragrances and listens closely. “Vanilla-chocolate muffin,” you snicker. “I don’t want to smell like food.”
The alpha frowns as you continue. “Cinnamon and freshly baked bread,” you huff. “Dude, I’m no food. I want something more natural—” 
You purr low in your throat and immediately put the bottle of perfume back when you catch an irresistible scent. You hurriedly round the shelf to stare at an alpha stand in front of the men’s fragrances shelf.
He’s tall and has a muscular build with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. You lick your lips when his scent surrounds you. It’s a dream come true.
His scent is manly, but gentle to your nose at the same time. Like in a trance, you step closer and closer until you stand right in front of him.
“No fragrance for you,” you push the bottle out of his hand and grab his large hand to hold it in your smaller one. “You smell so good.” You look up at the stranger, eyes wide and glassy. “So…so good.”
“What?” He nervously laughs. “Miss…I need to find…” The alpha sniffs at your hair, purring low in his throat. His eyes dilate, and he salivates when your scent is all he can smell. “Omega.”
“Alpha,” you whine and tug at his hand. “My alpha.”
He croons loudly, making you whine even louder. “We…we should…”
“Sammy, what’s the matter—” Dean stops in his tracks. “Crap…” He watches Sam grasp for you, close to stopping his brother when Sam easily picks you up. He calls for his brother, but Sam is too far gone.
He only has eyes for you, in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your face in his neck to scent Sam. “Sammy?”
“Omega,” Sam walks out of the drugstore with you clinging to his body like a koala. He ignores people who are staring at you. All he has in mind is to bring you home and scent you.
“Alpha,” you rub your face in his shoulder to catch his scent. “My alpha.”
“SAMMY! You can’t just kidnap girls!” Dean calls after his brother. “Do you at least know her name?”
“Y/N,” you murmur while sniffing at Sam’s chest. “What’s your name?”
“Sam,” Sam looks at you in his arms, a content smile on his lips. “But you can call me alpha if you want to…”
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“You smell so good,” you insisted on going home with Sam. You didn’t care he was a stranger not hours ago. Sam was your true mate, and your omega wanted him. “So…so good.”
“Y/N,” Sam murmurs against your skin. You ended up on his bed, with his body wrapped around you. While you eagerly sniff at his chest, Sam has his face buried in the crook of your neck. He just can’t get enough of your scent.
“Sammy, did you kidnap the girl,” Dean pokes his head into his brother’s room, sighing deeply. “Dude, you can’t take strays home.”
“Shut up,” you and Sam say in unison. “He’s my alpha.” You complain loudly and go back to scenting Sam. “I won’t leave him, now that I finally found him.”
“She’s mine,” Sam grunts. “We can discuss everything else tomorrow. Today, I need to scent her. Our bond is strong.”
“A scent bond, huh?” Dean cocks a brow. “I always believed that’s a fairytale. Fine, keep her. But don’t bring strays home all the time from now on.”
“I only want her,” Sam nuzzles your skin. “Only my omega…”
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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year ago
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I was wondering if I can request a sam Winchester x fem reader smut and fluff, where maybe he's an alpha and he and Dean are out hunting or something and maybe they get ambushed but then are saved by omega reader, and Sam is head over heels for her from the beginning, but she is unsure cause of comments in her past saying that's she's weak or something and then maybe after a while he asks her out on a date and it goes well and they keep seeing each other and eventually smut
.⋆。Something Happens And I’m Head Over Heels。⋆.
Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega! plus size reader
When a mysterious hunter swoops in and saves the Winchesters at the last second, Sam falls in love at first sight but she’s been hurt by alphas like him before.
Warnings: smut, a/b/o, angst, monster death, canon typical violence, injuries, parental abuse/neglect (not just for the Winchesters), mention of parental death, consent checks, oral (m and f receiving), no penetration, confessions, sort of mutual pining, he falls HARD
WC: 6.1k
Minors DNI
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The coppery smell of blood was now almost permanently etched into Sam’s mind. He had smelt blood straight from a wound and even blood that was weeks old but nothing had ever smelt like this before. The scent was so thick he could practically taste it. He gagged on the stale air silently, still cautious of how much noise he was making.
The walls of the abandoned warehouse were painted a rusty brown and when Sam looked closer, he immediately shut his eyes, trying to repress his nausea- it was dried blood, caked on so thick it looked like paint. His grip on the machete in his hands tightened until his knuckles were a deathly white.
Get in. Take out the vamps. Get out. He repeated to himself as he continued his journey into the heart of the nest.
From what he and Dean had predicted there were, at most, 6 vamps in the nest. And while normally that number would constitute calling in backup, Sam’s rut was only a few days away so he had the strength of three grown (and frustrated) men so they went in alone.
Sunlight leaked through the boarded up windows, providing the only illumination to guide his way. Vaguely, he could hear his brother’s footsteps from the other side of the otherwise silent building. Soon, the hall opened up before him, revealing a huge room absolutely full of bodies, both dead and undead.
His heart pounded in his ears as panic quickly overtook him. Their calculations were very very wrong- there were close to a dozen vampires littered around the room, each with at least three drained corpses around them. His hazel eyes went wide as he caught sight of Dean, only now entering the room on the other side.
He saw as Dean’s chest hitched, the situation dawning on him. They made eye contact and with an almost investable nod to each other, then slowly began to back out of the room. Even with Sam’s temporary strength, there was no possible way they could kill that many vamps safely.
His whole body was tense, both rearing for a fight and ready to run at a moment’s notice. 
Clang!
The pipe appeared from thin air, practically materialising before him just as Sam put his foot down. The metal spun away from him before he realised what was happening and slammed into the hollow siding of the hallway. 
Everything froze and Sam held his breath. “Looks like we got some fresh meat boys!” He cursed under his breath and spun around just quickly enough to see the vamps rising to their feet, eyes blazing with bloodlust.
The plastic handle of his machete suddenly seemed incredibly slippery as Sam readjusted his grip on the weapon. They couldn’t kill this many vamps at once and they certainly couldn’t outrun them but they definitely weren’t going down without a fight.
Debris crunched under his heel as Sam planted his feet, his pupils contracted to a pin drop and his chest rumbled with a deep growl. His scent turned sour with his fury. “Bring it.”
His blade whistled as it slashed through the air, easily biting into the neck of the first vamp. Its head separated cleanly but Sam’s follow through was too long and quickly, the second darted towards him, razor sharp teeth bared. 
With a snarl, he planted a hand on its chest and shoved the monster back, giving him just enough room to plant the blade into its shoulder. It howled in pain but continued to charge forward, yellowing fangs glinting in the low light.
Sam’s shoulder jerked as he pulled the blade back out but before he could complete a second swing, another vamp threw itself towards his legs, quickly knocking him off balance. Fear prickled across his skin as his back slammed into the metal wall. There was a crunch and then pain shot up his right shoulder.
He tried to curse but all that escaped him was a feral growl that echoed through the building. A bulk of the nest now crowded the hallway, each pushing and shoving, trying to get at the hunter. Fangs sliced into his calf as more hands grabbed at him, ripping the blade from his hold.
Just as his desperate struggle to get free seemed fruitless, light filled the hallway and the dark figure of a woman was silhouetted against the afternoon sun. The vamps barely had time to react to the burn of the light before her arm cocked back and she threw a pipe into the middle of the crowd.
As soon as the thick metal hit the dusty ground, it set off an explosion, sending thick almost black liquid all over them. It sunk into their flesh, spreading through them like molten lava. There was a moment where everything froze and then a sound erupted from the vamps.
They screamed in pain as they clawed at their skin. Suddenly Sam was free but it was not his blade that struck down the suffering vamps. 
She moved with more grace than he ever thought possible, her own machete almost dancing through the air as she effortlessly operated their heads from their bodies. Within seconds, the warehouse was silent once more, leaving behind only the smell of blood and the most delicious scent Sam had smelled in his life.
Without a word, the hunter wiped her blade clean with the shirt of one of the vamps and slid it back into the sheath strapped to her plump thigh. “You hurt?” But all he could focus on was the little smear of blood on her full cheek, oh how badly did he want to reach out and wipe it away with his thumb.
Her eyebrows scrunched and gave him a once over. “That’s a pretty gnarly bite you got there, can you walk?” She reached a tentative hand to him, quite obviously taking note of the husky scent of his rut, and it was all Sam could do not to snatch it up and press his nose to the pulse point on her wrist.
She easily helped him back to his feet, laying a steadying touch on his toned stomach when he began to sway. His heart flipped and the world shrunk to just her. “Sammy!”
Her head turned to look where his brother’s voice had come, exposing her scent gland to the alpha who couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, eager for another whiff of what he thought his heaven smelled like. Old books, campfire, home. 
“Sammy, huh?” She teased, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips. His knees buckled. Yet before he could come up with a semi-articulate response, Dean barrelled around the corner, eyes wide and full of fear.
The biting scent of adrenaline came off of him in waves and the mysterious woman immediately cringed, her nose scrunching. Anger flared in Sam’s belly, his alpha screamed at him to pull her away from whatever was causing her such discomfort, even if it was his brother.
As soon as Dean saw Sam, his body sagged with relief. “Shit that was a close one.” He groaned but quickly, his tone changed when he caught sight of the plump woman standing next to his brother. “I see you found a friend, a very attractive one. Dean Winchester, and that is my gigantor baby brother.”
He easily slid up to her, his green eyes hungrily tracing her soft curves before settling on her face. Sam knew that move, he had seen it hundreds of times before but it was only now that he had a problem with it. “Y/N. You boys should know better to take on a whole nest alone.” 
Dean actually looked sheepish at her scolding and Sam’s alpha preened. “Strong omega. Perfect mate.” He purred.
“Well, we thought there were less. How the fuck did you kill all of ‘em so quick?” He looked around at the bodies in amazement, giving the one closest to him a kick. The skin where his boot touched crumbled into ash.
“Pipe bomb filled with blessed dead man’s blood.” She replied like it was obvious.
“Blessed?” Sam croaked out. Y/N shivered at the sound of his voice but quickly suppressed it as she spoke again.
“Like how you would bless holy water.” Dean nodded in approval, the hand holding his machete going slack as he forced himself to relax with the danger gone. But Sam still felt incredibly wound up, especially as his brother approached her. 
“That was badass, for an omega that is.” Sam didn’t miss the way she flinched, however minute it was. 
“Yeah.” She smoothly took a step back from him, her body twisting beautifully as she moved towards the exit. Unconsciously, Sam began to follow. He needed to be close to her, to soothe the ache in his chest.
Dean gave a quizzical look to his brother but he was ignored as Sam limped behind her, his alpha slowly stealing control from him, rut now dangerously close. 
“So do you wanna go get a drink with us to celebrate, I think we owe you a round.” But she waved him off as she walked to her slightly busted up truck. He watched the way her hips swayed, the dark material of her jeans perfectly hugging her ass in a way that made Sam’s mouth go dry.
“Bars aren’t my thing. Maybe I’ll catch you another time. Try not to get yourselves killed.” Her machete is thrown into the passenger seat with far more force than necessary, making the hollow siding reverberate as she climbed in after it.
The engine roared to life, quickly breaking Sam from his trance. But before he could even take one step towards the truck, she was gone, leaving behind only echoes of her scent.
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She couldn’t stop thinking about that alpha no matter how hard she tried to forget him, even though it had been weeks since the unfortunate encounter. There was just something about the way his big hazel eyes had looked up at her as she saved his life or the sound of his voice. But most of all, his scent was almost seared into her mind, a delicious mixture of gunpowder, pine forest and chocolate.
Never in her life had she smelt something as good as that and it was slowly killing her. Alphas were dangerous, alpha hunters doubly so. They were violent and aggressive and more pigheaded than she ever thought possible, and they hated omegas.
Sure, they liked fucking them but they refused to claim them. Omegas were just rut bunnies, a tool to get off so they could go back to killing monsters. And an omega hunting? She had been laughed out of more hunter bars and backups than she could count. So it was best to just forget him, she didn’t think she could bear it if he was like the others, if he was like his brother.
Y/N swallowed thickly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Even his name was pretty, Sam like some guardian angel or an ancient warrior. He was strong and tall and packed with muscle. Her omega constantly reminded her of what a perfect mate he was, how he could provide for her and her pups, how safe he made her feel.
With every mile she drove away, her soul burned, urging her to turn the truck around and drive straight back to him. But her willpower was stronger… for now at least.
But until that day came, she would do what she did best- hunt.
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“C’mon Sammy, you’ve been sulking for weeks. She was just an omega!” Sam glared at his brother over top of his beer, the fifth of the night. He couldn’t just forget her, not when he had never met anyone like her before, not when the very thought of her made his heart clench and butterflies fill his stomach.
It had been easy to learn all about her from Bobby and Rufus. They both sung her praises, describing her as immensely intelligent and well versed in all sorts of lore as well as being cunning enough to escape a den of werewolves with only a screwdriver and a half-empty lighter. With every story they told and little fact they divulged, Sam fell even deeper in love with her.
She was an enigma of the best kind.
“You’re being an asshole Dean, what exactly does her presentation have to do with her value as a hunter?”
“Jesus Sammy.” Dean scoffed. “What crawled up your ass and died?” Sam rolled his eyes and stood from the old booth.
“I’m going back to the motel, text me if you aren’t coming back tonight.” He walked out of the bar before he could hear Dean’s protests.
The biting winter air calmed his anger some but that simmering disappointment in his brother was still there. Y/N was not just an omega yet for some fucking reason, no one else agreed. It made his blood boil.
Stuffing his hands into his jacket, Sam began the short walk back to the motel. A part of him wondered if Dean was right, they had only met once and it was for barely ten minutes before she was off again. But so much more of him wondered why she was gone, why they had never seen her before or even heard of her. She was a great hunter so why did no one call her for backup.
With his head down and lost in his thoughts, the tall hunter didn’t notice the familiar truck parked in the spot by his shared room until he almost walked right into it. 
The tip of his boots stopped right before the back tire as he gazed at the vehicle in amazement. She was here. His eyes darted along the row of rooms, searching for any indication of where she might be. His pulse sped up as he finally caught a whiff of her dizzying scent. 
His heart jumped as he realised that it was coming from the room right next to his, a coincidence that he would be eternally grateful for. Warmth bloomed from his chest as he cautiously raised his hand and knocked on the ancient looking door.
There was a shuffling from the other side and then slowly, the door creaked open. Sam groaned softly as a fresh wave of her scent washed over him. It was raw and overpowering and immediately went to his cock. 
Her eyes were bleary with exhaustion as she looked at the alpha on her doorstep. “Sam?” His chest rumbled with a pleased sound at the way she said his name. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m in the room next door.” His eyes wandered down the length of her curvy body which was now only covered by an oversized shirt and some fluffy socks. One of her hands nervously tugged on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to cover more of her naked thighs.
She shuffled her feet nervously as if contemplating something before she stepped to the side. “You can come in if you want.” 
There was not an ounce of hesitation in Sam’s mind as he stepped into her room. His chest puffed out in pride at being allowed to enter the omega’s space. She followed behind him after locking the door but still kept her distance. She was obviously wary of him and for the life of him, Sam couldn’t understand why.
An awkward silence settled over the pair, neither one of them knowing how to begin the conversation. She avoided making eye contact as the slightly older hunter forced himself to stop looking at her thick thighs. 
“Why-“ “I-“ They both spoke at the same time. Y/N laughed softly under her breath and Sam watched as she finally relaxed, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. His own smile began to grow and took the liberty of sitting opposite her on the arm of the couch.
The room was so small that their knees were barely inches away from each other but neither wanted to move any further away. “Bobby said you had asked about me.” She said bluntly if not a little bashfully. A blush spread across Sam’s face and suddenly he felt incredibly small.
“Yeah I did.” He admitted. “I was curious about you.”
She tilted her head in confusion. “Why?”
Taking a deep breath, he rested his elbows onto his knees, making himself as small as he could. “You just… captured me, I’ve never met a hunter like you before and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to know more.” She sat straight up as her eyes narrowed.
“You wanted to know how an omega could hunt.” She snarled. 
“No! No, you being an omega has nothing to do with it. I asked Bobby because well, I couldn’t believe how clever you were. I mean come on, blessed blood? I don’t think anyone else has come up with that idea. You took out that whole nest by yourself!” He rushed to defend himself. He laid a large palm onto her knee as if that could drive his point home but all it really did was make his mind go blank except for the thought of just how soft her skin was.
Sam expected her to lurch from his touch but to his surprise, Y/N nudged her knee even closer to him, albeit slightly warily. “It wasn’t the whole nest.” She muttered shyly with her head tilted downwards, exposing her collar. Sam’s alpha grumbled happily at the submission but he swallowed the noise down, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
“Even if it wasn’t, we- I would have been dead without you and that’s why I wanted to find you, to learn about you because I wanted to thank you and maybe, get to know you a bit more.” The expression on her face grew more pensive as she looked into his eyes.
“You don’t care that I’m an omega?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t care about that, but that part has nothing to do with you hunting.” His fingers curled into her flesh, sending a fresh wave of her scent through the room. “You being an omega is far from a detriment in my eyes.” His voice dropped lower, becoming husky and laced with arousal. 
Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between her warm legs. Sam leaned forward even more, their foreheads almost touching. He watched as her gaze flicked to his lips. “You can’t mean that.” She whispered but it was directed at herself, as if she were trying to remind herself of something.
With his free hand, the alpha gently brushed his fingertips along her jaw before his palm settled against the soft swell of her cheek. “You’ll be like all the other alphas out there.” But still, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his. 
“I promise I’m not.” Her fingers tentatively worked their way into the buttons of his flannel and Sam’s heart skipped a beat. The silence that fell between them now was far from uncomfortable. Y/N took in a deep breath, swallowing down the alpha’s scent before she groaned quietly.
“You wouldn’t stop an omega from hunting?” Sam shook his head. “You wouldn’t force them to be subservient?” 
“Never.” He vowed as his lips brushed against her cupid’s bow. Her chest hitched.
“What about claiming?” Sam’s hand skirted higher up her legs until the calloused tips of his fingers disappeared beneath her night shirt. Heat radiated from her core as slick soaked through her thin panties.
Sam was almost delirious with lust and apparently, Y/N was the same. Her pupils were blown wide, the blackness consuming the natural colour of her irises. “Hypothetically?” She nodded, knowing that this conversation was veering into far from hypothetical. “Only when they’re ready, and I will be fine if they never are.”
She smiled widely and just as she leaned forwards to kiss him, there came a pounding on the door. “Sam!! You in there?!” At the sound of Dean’s voice, she threw herself back as if she were a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 
Sam actually whined as his hands were ripped from her skin. “Yeah Dean.” He growled, quickly standing and shielding her half-naked body through the door was still firmly shut.
“Sheriffs just found another body, we gotta move.” Y/N sat up on the bed, her interest now focused on the case.
“Was it the pawn shop owner’s wife?” She piped up.
There was a pause and then, “Y/N? Damn Sammy, you need an extra 10 minutes? Cause we definitely have time if you do.”
“Dean.” Sam warned, but the omega’s soft touch upon his hand stopped him in his tracks. 
Y/N’s eyes blazed with a fire he had never seen before as she lifted herself from the now crumpled bed sheets. Her gaze was hard and firmly set upon the door as if she could see right through it to the idiotic alpha outside. Sam watched as the omega melted away and was replaced by the hardened hunter.
“Go. I’ll catch up with you two later. I have something to take care of.” Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach and he opened his mouth to protest, to insist that she come with them. Not because he thought she needed any sort of protection but that he didn’t think he could bear to be away from her for even a second. But then her glare settled on him.
He tried to turn his wrist to capture her hand in his but she pulled back from him quickly. “You should stay here, where you’re safe.”
He would never admit to it, but Sam cowered, shrinking in upon himself as Y/N’s lip turned downwards. “Go.” She snarled and before he could even comprehend what her sudden change in demeanour meant, Sam was out the door and his alpha howled with shame.
She rejected him and he had no clue how to fix it.
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Somehow, through the incredibly awkward tension and the less-than-perfect hunt, all three of the young hunters now found themselves in Bobby’s living room, a heavy air between them.
Y/N nursed a beer and a slightly swollen cheek as well as the angriest look on her face. Even Dean cringed away from her line of sight like a little boy escaping a scolding. “Any of you wanna tell me exactly what happened out there?”
Bobby shoved an ice pack into her awaiting hand before leaning against the desk at the far end of the room. “Just bone-headed alphas getting in my way.” She snarled and took a pull of her drink, her scent now bitter like stale coffee. 
“Y/N, now’s not the time.” Bobby sighed, his head dropping between his shoulders. The omega turned her glare to him but he did not falter away like the boys did. “Hunts are always gonna be tough but you gotta work with the cards you’re dealt with and trust your partners. And these boys are the best you could ask for, alphas or not.”
Her growl echoed through the room before she slammed her beer down and stormed off. A bedroom door slammed shut soon after, rocking the foundations of the house. “That girl.” Bobby muttered, shaking his head mournfully.
Sam looked up the stairs longingly, part of him wanting to follow after her but also knowing that doing so might only worsen the already rocky relationship between them.
“What is her deal anyway?” Dean sat forward on the couch, planting his elbows onto his knees. Bobby’s hand curled around his tumbler of whisky, knuckles turning pale.
“You boys weren’t the only ones to grow up under the thumb of an obsessed hunter but the only difference between you is, she had both parents. Both alphas, both life-long hunters, and both believed that omegas were beneath them in every way. She was bait.”
Sam and Dean sucked in a breath, they both knew what that meant. Omegas would be stripped of all weapons or protective symbols and then sent into bars that vampires frequented or told to go for a walk in the woods where werewolf dens were. Their scent was the sweetest and the most appetising. Most of the time, the omega would make it out with minimal injuries but there were some hunters out there who would let whatever monster they were tracking down have a little treat before killing them.
“She got smart, learned how to gank monsters using whatever she could find and yet her parents took all the credit. They got lazy, letting her do the hunt while they went to go drink or do whatever the fuck else besides trying to protect their daughter. And one day, when she was recovering from a witch’s curse, they decided to get the hunt done themselves. They were slow and stupid. Y/N found them two days later, completely ripped apart. She’s been hunting alone ever since.”
“Shit.” Dean leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his cropped hair. “I figured she was just bitter about an ex or something. I- Sam!” The youngest Winchester sprang to his feet and before anyone could stop him, he pounded up the stairs and threw open her bedroom door.
Y/N sat against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with barely controlled panic. Sam didn’t hesitate to yank her into his arms, forcing her face into the crook of his neck as he held her tightly. She thrashed against him, her warning snarls only ceasing when she finally inhaled his scent.
Tentatively, she placed her hands on his muscular back as Sam’s arms tightened around her shoulders, his head resting on top of her own. “You don’t need to worry anymore, omega. I’m right here.” Sam pressed his lips to the crown of her head, giving her a gentle kiss. “No one will ever hurt you again, not while I’m around.”
Her soft body slowly relaxed into him and the alpha could feel the weight being eased from her shoulders. “You can’t know that, it’s an impossible promise to make.”
Sam’s left hand slid up the soft curve of her arm, his fingertips gently brushing along her neck before settling on her jaw. He tilted her head up just enough so that she could meet his hazel eyes. His gaze flickered over her face, settling on her lips for a moment too long before finally looking longingly into her wide eyes.
“Because I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy and loved, no matter what.” Her breath hitched and for a moment, doubt crept into Sam’s mind. “Because you deserve so much more than what life has given you and I want to fix that.” He rushed to add on, hoping that she would not reject him once more. 
But then, Y/N rocked forward and captured his lips in the best kiss of Sam’s life. 
The world blurred around them as their lips danced together. Sam could taste the beer she had drunk but also something else- something that was just her. His hand fell to her neck making her moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb accidentally brushed against the raised skin of her scent gland.
His knees buckled as her scent suddenly filled through the room, emptying his mind of everything except her. Her nails dug into his back, the kiss quickly became something more. 
“Wait wait wait.” Sam reluctantly ripped himself from her but she wasn’t letting go that easily. She pulled him back into another kiss which he was barely able to pull away from. “Wait babygirl. Are you sure you want to go any further?” His right hand, which she now realised was low on her back, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of her ass, pressed her further into his toned stomach. 
Y/N whined trying to chase his lips but a warning growl from Sam had her obediently silent. “I need a clear answer, omega.” He raised an eyebrow at her. 
“Please, I want you, all of you.” She managed to get out through the heavy lump of arousal in her throat. Sam smirked, his alpha preening at her desperation and her acceptance that he was hers. Yet he still did not kiss her again. Part of him wished for her to beg, to scream and cry for him after her rejection. 
His thumb pressed down onto her scent gland, immediately making her eyes grow hazy. “Then prove it.” 
Her hands flew to his belt buckle, trembling almost violently as she struggled to open it and gain access to what she was craving. She growled in frustration, ripping the leather apart Y/N was finally able to pull his dark jeans down enough for his cock to spring free, unburdened by any boxers. 
Sam could barely hold back a groan as she moaned loudly at the sight of him. Her eyes flicked to his but quickly returned to the long and thick cock just a hair’s breadth away. The old hardwood groaned with the impact of her knees as she dropped in front of him. “Omega-“ He tried to say but suddenly her mouth was on him. 
A saltiness exploded on her tongue as Y/N licked up his tip, lapping at the pre-cum that was already gathered there. She mewled, eager for more of the alpha in her mouth. Her lips pulled tighter with each inch she swallowed down, her jaw already beginning to ache even though she had barely taken half of him down her throat. 
Sam’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles paling with the force. He watched with bated breath as the omega’s eyes hardened and she forced down even more of his cock. “Babygirl- fuck- slow down.” Now he was the one begging but she refused to listen. 
She pulled back slightly, just enough that the fat head of his cock rested on the back of her tongue and then she pressed forwards again, now able to brush the tip of her nose against the groomed thatch of hair on the base of his pelvis. Sam threw his head back and moaned loudly, his cock already throbbing with the edge of ecstasy. 
“Omega stop.” Her movements ceased but he was still deep down her throat. Her eyes were wide with a questioning gaze, the colour of her irises completely swallowed up by her pupils. The room was thick with their scent, and had he been in the right mind, Sam would wonder if the two men downstairs could smell them. 
Delicately, he cupped her hollowed out cheeks and dragged her from his cock. She whined in protest as she was ripped away from him and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “So good for me, so perfect. Can I take care of you now?” He cooed, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of her cheeks. 
Her eyelids fluttered and she nodded enthusiastically. 
She went limp in his arms as Sam pulled her to his feet, letting him guide her soft body back onto the creaky mattress easily. She bounced once, her tits jumping towards her chin with the movement though they were still confined by her bra. 
Sam’s plaid slipped over his head quickly, followed by his undershirt, leaving him completely bare to the omega who was still fully dressed. Her thick thighs pressed together under the weight of his gaze, needing any sort of friction against her core or she felt she would go mad. 
His touch was hot, even through the thick denim of her jeans, as he slowly crawled up the length of her body, absentmindedly kissing the little flashes of skin where her shirt had risen on her stomach, her wrists, her collarbone until he finally reached her lips once more. 
He gripped a plump thigh in one hand, the other holding his huge body above her as they lazily kissed. His hips settled against hers, immediately fanning the flames of desire between the two. She wiggled beneath him, fingers desperately pulling at the buttons of her own flannel, bumping into his hard chest with each unsuccessful attempt. 
Sam let his hand drift from her thigh to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a calm ease that made her omega preen. Long fingers slid into her pants, immediately finding her panties completely soaked through with slick. As soon as his rough fingertips brushed against her covered clit, Y/N threw her head back and howled, her hips canting up to chase his touch.
With her neck now exposed, his lips found their way to her hot skin, nipping and sucking as his fingers pushed her panties to the side. Nails dug into the strong muscles of his back as he gently traced the length of her. “So wet for me. I’ll make you feel so good, omega.” 
Before she could even take a breath, her pants were ripped down her legs along with her panties and discarded across the room. Sam’s eyes were fixated on the apex of her thighs, hungrily licking his lips at the sight of her laid out before him. 
Without any warning, he dove in as if he could no longer stop himself. Pleasure shot up her spine in a way she had never before experienced. Sam nosed at her clit, groaning happily as more slick poured from her. He tried to be gentle at first, to ease his way into her but as soon as she clenched tightly around his tongue, Sam knew that there was no going back, that he would do this every day, multiple times a day if it were up to him, for the rest of their lives.
“Sam!” She cried, her hips bucking from the bed, making the old bed springs scream in protest with the sudden movement. Sam growled into her cunt, the vibrations sending a mind-numbing spark through her body, and grabbed her wide hips to keep her pinned down. Now unable to escape his mouth, Y/N was forced to feel every stroke of his tongue and each flick of his large nose against her clit. It was overwhelming, overpowering and tortuous in all the best ways.
The edges of her mind were beginning to go fuzzy just as small black dots grew in her vision. She grabbed at his hands, their fingers intertwined as she held them to her covered chest, desperate for more of the alpha’s touch like she could never get enough of him. Sam’s head bobbed with each furious thrust of his tongue, lapping up everything she was giving him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Her body strung tight with her impending release but still it did not cum.
She lifted her head from the pillows and opened her mouth to beg the alpha to cum but instead, she saw how he was nestled between her thighs, his own body tightly pressed to the bed sheets as his lean hips rolled down. He was humping the bed, furiously so, all because of her taste. 
The omega shattered in his arms, her orgasm washing over her like nothing before. She was silent only for a moment, too washed out in pleasure to make a sound but then, she screamed. Her cum coated his tongue and Sam couldn’t stop his own orgasm from slamming into him- her sounds, her taste, her warmth, it was all too much for him and the alpha spilled himself onto the moth-eaten duvet cover.
“Alpha.” She sobbed, her soft arms reaching out to him. “Wan your knot!” Part of Sam winced at her tears but his alpha was howling in pride at leaving the omega a desperate puddle of lust and need for him. He wrapped her up in a comforting embrace, twisting both their bodies so that she could lay mostly on top of him.
“Shhh omega. You will get it, but not today.” She stiffened in his hold but he was quick to reassure her.
“I want to earn it, your trust and your mark.” He smiled and kissed her softly, cupping her jaw in one massive hand. “Let me work for it, please.”
Her shy smile knocked the breath from his lungs, her eyes shining with the beginnings of love. “Yeah okay.” Sam relaxed back into the bed, deliriously happy as Y/N laid her head on his bare chest, hand over the heart that beat only for her.
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a/n: reposted chapter two as well! I am the original author, but original account was deleted :( OH also, this is a nobody dies au too so Pietro is present too :3 DISCLAIMER: Peter is 22 in this
summary: reader meets the rest of the avengers pack, including their two betas
warnings: omegaverse content, suggestive content, mentions of adult things
word count: 2.1k
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Happy Little Omega Farms apparently had much less strict rules for the betas of packs when it came to visits. Natasha and Wanda took full advantage of this, leaving behind the lobby full of men as they were allowed to walk right past the meeting rooms and into the sanctuary properly. They did of course have to wear little visitor badges and they were pretty recognizable so some of the omegas kind of stared at them wide eyed, but they had one in particular they were looking for. 
“What was the room number again?” Wanda asked. Natasha showed her the little slip of paper with a ‘6’ printed on it and she nodded, looking at the bedroom numbers as they began to descend. 
You had been in your room, lounging on the bed. You weren’t the biggest ‘people’ person, especially since most of the people around you were omegas and god they could be such horny people. You’d much rather spend time reading. The book you were reading though might have been… also horny. It was good reading! The door opened and it took you a minute to process that the two betas that entered the room definitely didn’t work here. You snapped the book shut and sat up, practically sitting on the book to hide it. “O-oh, hello.” 
The two redheads exchanged a knowing look and the shorter of the two grinned, stepping into the room first. “We heard you left quite the impression on our lead Alphas yesterday.” You blink at them and that’s when you notice the faint traces of the scents on them that seem familiar. The woman smiles and she approaches the bed, sitting down on the edge, just beside you. God she smells divine. You’re not sure if it’s just because she’s a beta and their scents are meant to be especially soothing to omegas or if she’s just a goddess. 
“I think you’re making the same impression on our little omega.” The other redhead teased. You felt your cheeks flush even warmer and you cleared your throat softly, casually shifting further on top of the smutty book you’d been reading. “I’m Wanda.” she approached the bed, though she left enough room that you didn’t feel cornered by them. She was also breathtakingly beautiful and something about her scent was much warmer than the others, almost like cinnamon. 
“Natasha.” The first redhead said. You hadn’t even noticed her hand sliding further up the bed until she had the book in her hand and was pulling it into her lap. You sucked in a sharp breath and cleared your throat again, glancing anywhere but the woman.
“It’s- they don’t have a great selection of books here.” you stammered, feeling shy for having been caught reading a trashy smut novel. Natasha just laughed softly.
“You mean you’re not liking this one?” she asked. You dared a glance at her and caught her gaze. “I thought this one was pretty good. Though you haven’t gotten to the best chapters just yet.” she thumbed through the book, tapping at a chapter later in the book and giving you a knowing look. “Might want to make sure you’ve got some alone time for these.” Wanda took the book from her hands and looked over the back of it and you felt maybe a little less shy about having been reading it. 
“I uh. I read other books too, not just saucy ones.” you confess. Nat gave you an all too knowing smile and she nodded. “Fantasy and sci-fi are nice but.. I think these are the most popular around here.” you admit a bit sheepishly. Nat laughed. It was a rich and beautiful sound and your eyes met with her green ones. She reached a hand out and brushed a piece of your hair that had flown forwards around your face. Her fingers were silky soft and you leaned forwards chasing her fingers with your face in a way that would embarrass you had it not been for how painfully obviously into her you were.
“Nothing wrong with ‘saucy’ books. Isn’t that right, Wanda?” Natasha didn’t look at the other redhead but as your eyes trailed up to the other redhead, she had a similar look in her eyes, one that seemed to cut right through you. Wanda smiled a bit wider, a hint of a smirk on her lips.
“We have quite the collection of this genre at home.” Wanda sat down at the edge of the bed, leaning back against the wall beside the bed. “And lots of toys to help with the imagination.” she winked. Okay so maybe you had thought quite a few times about the idea of a dragon modeled dildo once or twice, but hearing that they definitely had things like that made it feel a little less embarrassing. Wanda let out a soft laugh as she could see the look on your face and she ran a hand back through her own hair. “Maybe we should stop embarrassing you and actually chat for a bit, before the boys get you to themselves.” she smiled.
The three of you talked for a while before the door opened and another beta walked into the room, this one though was actually a worker. They looked between the three of you for a moment before signaling to their bracelet. You looked over at your own, forgetting you had yet to put it on for the day. Oops. You grabbed it and saw the little heart icon lighting up. “You’ve got three meetings with Alphas.” Your eyebrows rose. Three?
“How many alphas are in this pack?” you found yourself asking the betas on your bed beside you. Natasha sat up and she grinned at you, brushing a hand back through your hair in a way that was so very tender for having just met you. It was incredibly soothing and you kind of wanted to just lay back in the little pile the three of you had been in, but you knew it was important to meet the rest of the pack.
“Ten total. You’ve met two of them already, of course. Our lead alphas.” she rolled her eyes and leaned closer. “They may both say they share charge with each other but they’d also jump at the chance to be the only leader.” Wanda gently patted your hip and nudged you closer to the edge of the bed.
“Go meet them. The sooner you meet them the sooner we can spend more time together.” You felt your heart skip a little bit at that. While the idea of meeting so many new alphas was a little bit intimidating, the idea of getting rewarded with more attention from the beautiful red haired women was definitely worth it. You followed the beta worker out, glancing once more over your shoulder at Wanda and Natasha who both seemed to get comfortable with each other once again.
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The meeting room you were ushered into had three Alphas. Neither of the two you’d met before were present, but you could faintly smell their scents among these men. You took a deep breath, this would be fine. You felt more at ease after having apparently wooed the other two alphas, you just hoped the other eight would feel the same. Your first meeting had been with Sam Wilson, Clint Barton and Thor Odinson. They all seemed to enjoy your high spirits and the fact that while you were a submissive, you were still feisty and high spirited. Your second meeting had been with Pietro, Peter and Pepper. You’d never met a female alpha before but gods she was incredible. Pietro was endearingly flirty and might have been close to a stereotypical alpha. Peter was the cutest Alpha you think you’d ever met. You didn’t even think alphas could be this cute. He had been incredibly bashful and blundered over so many words and you just wanted to wrap him up and keep him. But eventually it was finally time to meet your last group. You felt your nerves pick up. So far the six new alphas had all been great, you just hoped the last two liked you.
As you stepped into the next meeting room, you immediately recognized Steve and Tony. The other two men were very different from any of the other alphas in the pack you’d met before. One of them was brooding, as though he didn’t want to be here and the other one looked probably more nervous than you felt. You approached the nervous one first and you offered your wrist to him. He took in a deep breath before he slowly brought your wrist up. His hair was dark brown, curly and he was a bit older. He wore small rectangular glasses and you could tell he only inhaled your scent partially before he pulled back.
“I’m.. Bruce Banner. Doctor Bruce Banner.” he admitted a bit shyly. You’d never met a shy alpha before either, this pack really was all over the place. You gave him a small smile in hopes to soothe some of his nerves. You felt a pull to comfort him, to make sure he felt safe.
“A Doctor? That’s impressive.” you confessed. You knew you’d seen this man before on tv with Tony and Steve but you couldn’t quite remember him. Tony rubbed Bruce’s shoulder and he said something quietly into his ear before the billionaire’s attention turned back to you.
“Not even his most impressive feat.” He smirked, squeezing Bruce’s shoulder. You could tell he wasn’t used to the attention by the way his cheeks went red and he seemed to duck away shyly. Tony slipped a hand out and took yours, bringing your wrist up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes shutting as he breathed it in. This man was hooked. He looked to his right at Steve and he motioned for him to come close. Steve hesitated only a moment before he leaned in as well, taking your wrist from his and inhaling. “Still smell incredible, angel.” Tony added, pulling his scent block stick out and rubbing himself down with it before offering a smaller one to Bruce who applied some beneath his nose.
You looked over to the last alpha and caught his blue gaze. His eyes were like a stormy night and you felt your breath hold in your chest for a moment as you approached him. He was seated in one of the chairs but even seated you could tell he was tall. You offered him your wrist and he took it carefully, his grip on you delicate as he brought your wrist close to his nose and he inhaled. A low sound rumbled from him and he let go of your wrist. 
“This is Bucky.” Steve said, placing both of his hands on his friends shoulders. You could see the way Bucky tensed at the touch, though he didn’t do anything to knock the hands off of him. Bucky reached a gloved hand into his pocket and pulled out a scent blocking stick as well, rubbing it on himself. You swore you could see the faintest bit of pink in his cheeks but maybe it was just your imagination. “He’s the newest member of our pack, but he’s also my best friend.” Bucky looked away from you for a moment, grumbling something under his breath. God how was this man so cute while looking so angry? 
You spoke with the three men while Bucky mostly watched for the allotted time and eventually a beta worker came in to collect you. Tony was the first out the door and Steve let out a weary sigh. “Sorry about him. He’s just excited.” Steve’s hand found your lower back and he led you out the door and into the hallway where you’d all part ways. Bruce skittered out next and Bucky lingered in the doorway as if afraid to cross your path. You gave him a smile and looked at Steve once more. 
“Are you all going to stay a while?” you asked, unable to help but think back to the two beautiful women you’d left in your bed. Steve hummed and he let his hand reluctantly fall away from your back.
“Probably just Tony and I. Oh, and the girls. They weren’t too much trouble were they?” he asked, arching a brow. You thought back to the few presses of lips to your throat and the brushing of dainty wandering hands and your cheeks went warm as you smiled up at him.
“Perfectly behaved, Cap.”
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crazyunsexycool · 2 months ago
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The Sun ☀️, the moon 🌙 & the stars ✨
Chapter 14: A Storm is Coming
Pairing: alpha!steve Rogers x alpha!sam Wilson x alpha!bucky Barnes x omega!reader
Word Count: 4.3K
Warning: Implied smut, so much angst, physical fight, attack. cursing at reader, protective Sam..
A/N: So much is happening in this chapter but this is just a set up for what's to come. I hope you guys like it, it literally took me a year to write this but I'm so inspired to write the next chapter so hopefully it will be out soon!!
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Steve ducks, narrowly avoiding a well placed punch. He grapples his opponent to try and stop the assault. There’s some back and forth and Steve is sent to the floor but not without bringing his opponent down with him. 
“Losing your touch old man.” 
“I let you win, baby.” Steve says with a chuckle as he looks up at Sam, who’s straddling his hips. 
Sam smirks down at Steve. The gym was empty with most of the team having trained earlier in the day. So Steve is more than happy to pull Sam down by his shirt and kiss him breathless.
“Where’s Bucky? I thought he was going to join us.” Steve asked as they stood back up. 
“Him and Sunshine went to some shop that sells spices from all around the world. She found some recipes she wanted to try out. All I know is that we are going to have to up our training with how many desserts she’s been making.” 
Steve chuckles and nods in agreement. “It’s good to see her back to her usual self though.” He comments as the two of them head to the elevators.
It had been a few short weeks since they had given you your own personal space. The change they had seen was almost immediate and the alphas were proud to be able to provide for you. 
“Yeah it is.” 
Sam hit the button for their floor. They would be busy finalizing the details of their next mission. Then they both place a hand over their chest where a sudden overwhelming feeling comes through the bond.
Steve huffs a laugh as he rubs his chest. “Those two are trouble.” The bond between the four of you was vibrating with mischievous intention.
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Your arm was looped around Bucky’s as you walked through the busy streets of the city. It was times like these that you were glad to not only have an alpha but one that looked as intimidating as Bucky did. People tended to move out of his way. He held your bags in his other hand even though you told him you could hold them yourself. 
“I’m just going to be a minute.” Bucky tells you as you stop in front of a store that sells alpha products. “Do you want to come in with me?” 
“Ok, I’ll go with you.” 
Bucky holds the door open for you, the mixed scents of alphas hits you immediately. It makes a shiver run down your spine at how the scents mixed. You weren’t sure if it was the combination of smells or the fact that you were happily mated but you scrunch your nose in disgust.
“This place reeks.” You whisper to Bucky as you walk further into the store. 
Anything and everything an alpha could need was available. From products they could use during their ruts to scent enhancers and blockers for different situations. 
“I think those are a scam.” Bucky says as he looks over your shoulder to find a display of scent enhancers. 
“Do you really?” 
“Of course. Get lonely people to spend their money on it with the empty promise of finding a mate. It’s ridiculous.” 
“They might work though.” You shoot back.
“I doubt it.” 
“Let’s try it out.” You grab one of the testers and spray it on your neck, over your mating gland. “This one says it’s meant to enhance the sweetness in a scent to attract possible mates and make the wearer seem more sexually appealing.” 
It took all but a few minutes for it to work. Bucky took a deep breath. Your scent had definitely become stronger and he let out a low growl as his pupils dilated. He took a step closer to you while burying his nose in the crook of your neck and you held back your giggle. 
“Told you it could work.” You murmured while Bucky kissed his mark on your neck. 
“Let’s go.” He all but growls when another alpha walks by and checks you out. 
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You laughed as you ran into the apartment at the tower. Bucky stalked behind you with a pissed off expression on his face. Steve and Sam were in the living room going over mission reports together when you made a mad dash to the stairs that lead to the second floor. 
“What is going on?” Steve looked between you and Bucky. 
“Bucky’s mad I didn’t want to have sex in an alley by a dumpster.” You inform him before looking at Bucky. “I’m a pillow princess. Your words, remember?” 
“She used one of those scent enhancers at the store. She’s being a little tease.” Bucky growled, a little mischievousness in his eyes. 
Sam and Steve looked between the two of you. Neither you nor Bucky realized the enhanced scent still lingered and both alphas took a deep breath. They stood, all three of them looked at you as if you were their last meal and you grinned. 
“If you catch me before I get to our room you can have your way with me. If not, I'll make you watch while I touch myself.” You said before darting up the stairs as quickly as you could. 
You knew you’d lose. Steve had grabbed you by the waist while you were just halfway up. You hid your smile as Steve carried you up the stairs, Sam and Bucky following close behind. 
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The four of you laid in a naked heap in the middle of the California king sized bed. You were resting your head on Bucky’s chest while Steve and Sam were talking about who knows what. 
“We should buy some of those enhancers.” You murmur to Bucky and he chuckles. 
“You just like having your alphas wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” 
“Maybe.” 
“Well, Moonbeam, you don’t need anything other than yourself to have us wrapped around these pretty little fingers.” 
You smile up at him before giving him a quick kiss. Sam shifts and turns his attention back to you. His arm comes to rest over your waist while he kisses your shoulder. His chest is pressed firmly against your back and you relish the warmth from the skin to skin contact. You turn your head and Sam connects his lips to yours. 
“You’re a little troublemaker.” Sam mumbles against your lips. 
“You like it.” 
“I love it.” Sam kisses your forehead before pulling away and getting up. “I love you.”
You, Steve and Bucky sit up a bit to watch a naked Sam walk towards the bathroom. The three of you wolf whistle and throw compliments him as he shakes his head. 
“C’mere sweetheart.” Steve pulls you toward him while Bucky leaves to follow Sam. 
“If you’re going to give me bad news, you should’ve done it before we had sex. That way you could’ve fucked me dumb and I wouldn’t have remembered.” 
Steve shakes with laughter. He pulls you in closer to himself, enjoying the way you snuggle up to him.
“When do you leave?” You asked quietly. 
“At the end of the week.” 
“How long?” 
“Almost five weeks.” 
You sit up and look down at Steve. “Five weeks? I’ll be all alone. You can’t do that.” 
“We won’t all leave at the same time. Sam will head out first, then Bucky joins him a few days later and I will leave a few days after that. I wish there was something I could do but this mission is very important.”
“What is it?” You asked as Steve sat up. 
“We found a lead on a group that is trafficking omegas. We’ve been following it for a few weeks now and we have the chance to infiltrate it and break it up so no one else gets hurt.” 
Your breath hitched and you pulled away from Steve as you realized the importance of this mission. But five weeks away from all three of your alphas would be very difficult. While thinking about how you would cope Steve reveals something else.
“Your brother has been helping us find these people.” 
“What?” You ask in disbelief. “My brother? The same person that was trying to kick down my door?” 
“Yes. He was checked out by the medical team and they found a highly dangerous mix of drugs in his system. That same mixture is being sold on the street. He’s our best lead. We wanted to tell you after he got out of the rehab center but you deserve to know the truth.” 
You just nod but you can’t believe what you’re hearing. This felt like too much information too fast. Dread started to pool in your chest.
“Hey,” Steve sat up and snaked an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Everything will be alright. I was thinking that after we’re done with this mission the four of us could go on a vacation. Spend some time together and relax. What do you think? We can get away from all of this for a little while.” 
“I guess.” 
“Starlight-“ 
“It’s ok.” You look up at Steve, trying to put on a brave face. “This is your job. You have to go and save those omegas. I’ll be fine.” 
Steve kisses your temple before speaking up. “I promise we’ll be back before you know it.”
You can only nod in agreement as you feel a lump form in your throat. This would be the first time that all three alphas would be gone for such a long time. Sure there were a few times that their missions took longer than expected and you were alone for a day or two. But five whole weeks would feel like a lifetime. 
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Since finding out about the mission you were trying to spend as much time with Sam, Steve and Bucky as you could. It was really getting into your head that you would be alone for some time. Being alone never bothered you before, in fact it was just how you went through life. But now here were these three amazing and loving men that came crashing into your life and turned your world upside down. They had given you so much in such a short time that you were afraid something would take all the good things away from you. 
The thought of losing any of them plagued your mind constantly. What if they came back and things were different? Logically speaking it didn’t make sense and you knew it. But the omega in you that was practically just starting out was afraid of being away from her alphas. So the thought of being alone again was terrifying, it was dictating your every move. It had completely distracted you from your normal day to day and it was currently affecting your job.
“Shit.” You mutter through gritted teeth as you look down at your shirt. 
You always changed the ink in the big copier but you were distracted. Now you have a huge ink stain on the front of your favorite pink shirt. The morning didn’t get any easier, people were rude and snippy and it was kind of your fault because you were being short and cold to them. Even Ricky and Jonah were keeping their distance. 
“I’ll be with you in just a moment.” You said without looking up to see who was standing there before turning back to the conversation you were having on the phone. “Yes, you have to submit the form a month before the date you want to reserve the room. Yes, you can send it via email. Ok, bye.” 
You hang up and sigh before looking up. 
“Sam.” Your eyes instantly tear up and you pout the moment you see him standing there. 
“Sunshine, what’s going on?” He was concerned about you, they all were. 
“I’m having the worst day. And look at my shirt, it’s ruined.” 
“I can help with that.” He holds up a bag for you. 
“How’d you know?”
“A little birdie told me.” 
“Sammy, you’re the best. I’ll be right back.”  You lean over the counter and grab the bag before rushing off down the hall to get changed in the bathroom. 
“Don’t take too long, I’m taking you to lunch.” He calls out as you leave.
Sam keeps himself busy by texting Bucky and Steve about you. He missed the person that walked past him. The sour scent does get his attention for a moment but it’s a community center so many people come by. It isn’t a few minutes later when he hears your angry voice echo from the hall that he realizes he should have paid more attention. 
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“Get the fuck away from me.” You land a hard slap against the face of the one person you didn’t want to see again. 
“Why are you being difficult omega?” 
Luca Romano. You hadn’t seen him in weeks since the incident in which he hurt your wrist. Now he had the nerve to show up out of the blue and try to corner you as you left the bathroom. He was even trying to push you back in but you were fighting him off. 
“Why are you such a fucking asshole? I’ve told you multiple times that I don’t like you. Now leave me alone.” 
You watch as he takes a deep breath before his face turns unreadable. “I am going to put you in your place, you stupid, useless omega whore.” 
His hand comes up as if he were going to strike you. You’re not scared though, no, you’re ready to defend yourself. But Luca is ripped away from you and thrown against the wall. Sam is standing in front of you and he’s angry. 
“Were you going to hit my omega?” He growls as he steps closer to Luca, who is getting up from the floor. 
“Your omega?”Luca laughs. “She’s a whore. Can’t you smell it? All those scents mixed together. She was trying to pull me into the bathroom and who am I to deny an omega in need?”
“Bullshit.” You lean to the side to get a better look from behind Sam. “You’ve been harassing me for ages. You’ve even gotten physical.” You feel the way Sam tenses, the way the bond explodes with anger from him and concern from Steve and Bucky. 
“Sunshine, is this the scum that hurt your wrist?” 
“Yes.” You murmur. 
The deep and guttural growl that leaves Sam gives you goosebumps and you immediately take a step back while grabbing your phone from your back pocket in order to call Ricky and Jonah for back up. 
“So you think it’s ok to hurt people just because you’re an alpha?”
“Look man, I don’t know what this bitch told you but she’s been asking for it.” 
“No she hasn’t. And the next words out of your mouth better be an apology or you better say nothing at all, especially not about my omega.” 
Luca stares at Sam before his eyes dart to you. You can see the anger burning as he stares at you. He snarls and lunges to try and grab you but Sam stops him. You’ve never really seen Sam fight someone that was actually trying to cause harm but it was impressive and a bit scary. He lands a punch right to Luca’s jaw and sends him tumbling back. 
Ricky and Jonah rush to stop the fight. Sam definitely held back but you could see how badly he wanted to destroy Luca for what he said about you and what he’d done to you. It was Jonah who had to push him back and remind him that you were watching. When Sam turned around to look at you his demeanor completely changed. He was back to the same Sam you knew but you still flinched when he reached out to grab your hand. It made tears pool in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper.
“No, Sunshine, you don’t have to apologize for anything.” 
“This is all my fault.” 
“Hey, Sweets, why don’t we go into the conference room.” Ricky gets closer. “We have to wait for the cops and they’ll need your statement so they know Sam was only defending you.” 
“Ok. We should call Steve and Bucky.” 
“They’re already on their way.” 
****
Steve and Bucky were livid. Feeling them so riled up had you on edge. The cops had taken Luca away before they showed up and as much as you hated the man you were glad. It would have only hurt their reputation, especially Bucky’s, if they saw him. The other thing that added fuel to the fire was the cops didn’t let them see you since they were still taking your statement. They’d even brought one of the lawyers that works for the Avengers with them.  In the lobby Mr. Burke was having a fit and Mrs. Levy was scolding him for it.
When you finally did get to leave the interview you headed straight for your desk to collect your things. Bucky and Steve wanted to rush to you but Mrs. Levy stopped them, she walked over to you instead. 
“Y/N?” She called you softly while she leaned all her weight on her cane. 
You looked up at her from your seat and blinked back tears. 
“If you want you can stay with me. I can make up the couch.” 
“Thank you Ophelia but I’ll be ok.” 
“Are you sure?” She asked. “You don’t have to go with them just because they’re your alphas.”
She was worried for you and you remembered what had happened to her daughter. You got up and surprised her by giving her a hug. 
“I’ll be ok I promise. But I’ll call you later, ok?” 
“I’ll be waiting.” 
You give her the best smile you could muster before heading to the front door. Three worried alphas follow as you make your way to one of their cars. Steve takes Sam’s keys and ushers him into his own car while Bucky opens the passenger door for you. 
No one says a word. Not in the two separate car rides or the elevator ride up to your floor. The tension can be cut with a knife when you all walk into your shared apartment. 
“Sweetheart-“ Steve starts but you cut him off. 
“I don’t want to talk about it.” You murmur and head into your room. 
Bucky ushers Sam towards the living room. He sits and leans forward, laying his forearms on his thighs and hanging his head low. 
“She flinched.” Sam says before looking up at Steve and Bucky. “I was so mad I beat the shit out of that guy and when I turned to her, she flinched when I reached out to her.” 
“It was a tense situation.”
“What if she hates me now? Worse, what if she’s scared of me?” 
“I highly doubt she’s scared of you.” Steve says as he moves to sit next to Sam. “We have to remember that her home life was bad, it could have just been an involuntary reaction.” 
Sam nodded but he still looked defeated. The last thing he ever wants is for you to be afraid of him. All three alphas knew you were having a hard time accepting that they’d be gone for a while. They wanted their last week with you to be filled with some good, fun times. Now their plans have been ruined. 
“I’m gonna go check on her.” Steve says before getting up and heading towards your room.
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Steve knocks softly on your door. The minute he does music starts to play and he can’t help but sigh. He rests his forehead against the door and speaks.
“Starlight, I know today was a lot for you. I just want to know if you need anything and if you’re ok.” 
You were sitting with your back against the door on the other side. There were really no words to describe the overwhelming emotions swelling in your chest at the moment. It’s why you wanted to be alone. Although Steve wanted to know you were ok you didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say so you just sat there and hoped he’d go back to making sure Sam was alright. 
“Ok, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to but please come find us if you need anything. We just want to keep you happy and safe.” Steve says before walking away. 
You knew that and it made you feel guilty that Steve felt like he had to remind you. It all felt like too much. Them leaving for as long as they were, the crappy day that turned into a nightmare and Sam fighting someone to protect you. You never wanted them to have to get physical in order to protect you. It made you sick to your stomach to know they were willing to compromise themselves for you.
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 As the afternoon slowly turned to nighttime you continued to play the events of the day in your head. Taking a nap didn’t help, it only brought up the nightmares. Trying to read didn’t help, you couldn’t concentrate on the words. It was late enough that your alphas should be in bed and you needed to get something to drink. 
Without much thought you opened the door to your room only to find Sam walking past. He froze as the light from your room spilled out into the dark hallway. He was in sweatpants and no shirt. It was like he was afraid to scare you if he turned around too quickly. As slowly as he could he turned halfway to face you. 
“I’m sorry Sunshine, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Sam says softly. 
You shake your head slightly in confusion. 
“Were you not sleeping?” 
You shake your head again. 
Sam sighs, “you should get some rest. Today… was a long day. You must be tired, I’ll let you go.” 
It pained you to see him be so cautious around you. Before he could turn away you held your hand out and he took it. Without second guessing you pulled Sam into your room and pulled him towards your bed until he sat with his back resting against the headboard. You straddled his lap, hid your face in the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around him as best you could. Sam just accepts your affection and waits for whatever comes next.
“I wasn’t scared because of you.” You murmur before pulling back to look at Sam. “You have to know that I trust you with my life.”
You watched as Sam released the breath he’d been holding. The weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he slumped down. 
“When you flinched-“
“The only person that scared me was him. He reminded me of how my dad used to come at me. It just brought up a lot of bad memories.”
“We’ll never let anyone hurt you, Sunshine. I don’t care if I get in any kind of trouble. I’ll always protect you.” 
You give him a small smile before you lean forward and kiss him soft and sweet. “I love you so much, Sam. Thank you for protecting me today and I’m sorry I hid when we got home.”
“I understand, you needed some time to process.” 
You smile and nod. 
“I love you too. Now, I’ll go so that you can get some sleep.”
“No. You have to stay.”
It’s Sam’s turn to smile. “Oh I have to?”
“Yes,” you pout. “You’re leaving in a few days. We have to spend as much time together as we can.” 
“Ok. I’ll stay. Now let's get comfortable. It’s been a long day.” 
You yawn and stretch before nodding in agreement. The two of you get comfortable in your nest and you fall asleep rather quickly.
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The day Sam had to leave arrived sooner than you would have liked. You stood in the hangar at the top of the tower and watched as Sam and some of the team as well as a few agents finished packing everything they needed for this mission. Steve and Bucky were right by your side but they weren’t as worried as you were. They would see Sam in a couple of days. 
“Alright, it seems like we have everything.” Sam says as he stops in front of the three of you. 
“Be careful out there.” Steve steps forward and gives Sam a quick kiss. 
“I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Bucky said before also kissing Sam and then walking away with Steve to give you a minute. 
You don’t say anything, instead you wrap your arms around Sam’s midsection. Sam in turn holds you close as his chin rests on top of your head. He sways you side to side gently until he hears you sniffle.
“Sunshine, don’t cry. These weeks will go by in a flash.” Sam says as he cradles your face in his hands.
“I know. It’ll be fine, I’ll be fine.” You said, trying to sound convincing but the silent tears betrayed you. 
Sam gave you a few quick little pecks on the lips before deepening the kiss. It was loving and reassuring but also slightly desperate. It made you realize that he was also nervous about leaving. 
“I love you so much, Sunshine. I’ll see you soon.” Sam says after someone calls his name. 
“Bye, my love. Be careful ok?” 
“I will.” Sam replies while walking backwards. He sends you a wink and toothy grin before turning around and getting on the jet. 
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Soon enough you were back at the hangar seeing Bucky off and then Steve. They both reassured you that they would be back as quickly as possible. It would only be a couple of short weeks. You’d be able to deal with that. The dread that had settled in your chest would disappear. It had to.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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“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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19blackbutterfly97-blog · 4 months ago
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Drabble? Fic? One-Shot?
Intro to an Omegaverse I'm thinking about writing when I finish one of my current fics. Feedback welcome!!
Word Count: 1530
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While most Omegas are loud and proud with their bubbly, vivacious personalities little Alice Belova was not. Raised in a family of Alphas and Betas, she was the middle of a pack of three brothers and one sister, Yelena. She was constantly surrounded by their naturally loud and brudish nature. Alice found solace being separated from others. She was usually found with her nose buried in a book in some corner of the world. When she presented at the later age of sixteen Alice decided it was time to look at a world beyond her boorish brothers and the long line of Alphas she somehow descended from. With much argument from her parents they reluctantly signed the agreement to allow their meek daughter to move to New York and join S.H.I.E.L.D..
The program was experimental. Of course they couldn't risk Omegas being field agents but right away S.H.I.E.L.D. saw the impact the office Omegas had. They’d usually start off in a call center of sorts. Some that could keep up and weren’t easily shaken would move on to become data processors, intelligence analysts, mission report scribes or lab assistants. They would mold themselves to their teams, allowing themselves the honor of serving their country and providing the support needed to get their people home safely. Then there was Alice.
Now closer to twenty-three, Alice has quietly risen through the ranks to one of the top Intelligence Analysts in the coveted Avenger’s Compound. While she doesn’t work directly with the team Alice has proven herself useful to the Director. Within six months on the Compound Alice was working on Avenger level cases, usually providing intel for locations and possible threats. She was the adorably silent side character that hid in her office waiting for the next case file to appear across her desk. It was a bit undeniable that Sam “The Falcon” Wilson turned to her when he agreed to aid in the search for James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes AKA The Winter Soldier. While she wasn’t a pivotal part in the search for Barnes, she did at least help with the initial search after his grand escape from Hydra.
The world had since healed from those events. Captain Rogers and the others were able to clear Barnes’ name and he eventually (and reluctantly) joined the team. Bucky made amends with Tony Stark and continually worked to heal some of the pain he caused but always somehow managed to overlook his own pain. He was resigned to believing that he was a defective Alpha who would never be able to protect or provide for an Omega the way she’d deserve. His friends however saw things in a different light.
“Look. I know you said we’re not allowed to intervene but it’s time. I can’t keep sitting here watching him mope around like this. It’s depressing!” Sam whispers to Steve. They’re sitting across the Avenger’s common room watching Bucky stare out the window. “He’s been there most of the day. Just like he was yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.”
“And he’ll probably be there most of the day tomorrow, too. He’s been through hell. Let him mope.” Steve answers, still watching his friend with concern. Steve would never admit it out loud but he was always silently begging that Bucky would wake up one day and decide to fully join the rest of the world again. Sam grumbles a reply under his breath before standing up and disappearing to another part of the team’s living quarters.
“He does know I can hear him, right? Even when he’s whispering.” Bucky says a few moments later.
“If he does, he doesn’t care.” Steve says and pries open his sketchbook. “He’s just trying to help.”
“Well he can stop. I don’t need it.”
Steve hums in response to his best friend’s argument. “What if I can’t stop him from helping? You know Sam. Once he gets an idea in his head he’s going to be stubborn about it.” 
“What’s his plan?” Bucky asks with interest and turns around to look at him.
“No idea.” Steve answers with a barely hidden grin as he picks up his pencil and starts drawing.
Meanwhile, Sam had decided he was tired of watching his friend mope about. Deciding it was better to act now and worry about the consequences later he made his way down to the Intelligence office. Once there he was set on finding the quietly helpful Omega from a year ago. Alice, as per usual, was sitting at her desk with her full attention on the case file splayed across her computer monitor. The sweet scent of vanilla, lavender and honey wafted in the air as she worked. A pretzel stick poised neatly between her teeth as she concentrated on a few particulars of the case before sending it off. Sam smiled a little when he entered the cubicle behind her and waited.
“Just a minute please, Sam.” Alice says, never looking away from the screen.
“Take your time. I know how you are.” He answers and looks around the space. “Oh, I see your parents went to Prague. How’d they like it?”
“Fine that I know of. They invited me along but I turned them down. We had more important things going on here.”
Sam frowns slightly at that but doesn’t comment. Contrary to what others may believe about him when it comes to an Omega he does know when to keep his mouth shut, especially when one is as skittish as Alice. “We’ve been working on another Hydra case. I heard Tony and Steve talking the other day. Might be bringing an analyst on full time for this one.”
“Uh-huh.” Alice mutters as she sends off the case file on her screen before turning around a bit. “Any candidates?”
“Not yet. I was thinking about tossing your name in if you’re interested?”
Alice nods a little, a strand of hair falling over her face that she’s quick to push away. “Sure, thanks. Did you need anything else?”
“Me? Nah, just trying to avoid tense Alpha energy upstairs. It’s usually calmer here.”
“There’s not as many Alphas here. They’re usually training or something. Not that I mind.” She finishes with an eye-roll. “Aren’t you supposed to be training?”
“Technically, but hey, can’t a man come down and hang out with his favorite analyst?”
Alice raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m nobody’s favorite and we both know it. Plus, Alphas and Omegas - especially the unbonded, unmated ones- usually struggle with being just friends. Work acquaintances? Maybe.”
Sam smirks proudly. “Look at you coming out of your shell to argue with me. Did somebody go on a date?”
Alice groans. “Oh god, not you too. You sound like my mother right now. She asked me the same thing when I talked to her earlier.”
“That should tell you something about your life if more than one person is asking that question.” Sam teases and leans against the desk. “So, I’m assuming it went badly?”
Alice sighs and grabs another pretzel stick from the bag. “Yes. He was the typical egotistical Alpha that was only interested in talking about his last mission, his last rut and my heat cycle.”
“The audacity!” Sam feigns offence, dramatically clutching his chest. “Who was it? I'll knock some sense into him.”
“Remember Derek from team six?”
“The guy with the bad highlights that makes him look like a kid in a 90s boy band?” Alice nods, chuckling a little from the description. It’s accurate and the jab at Derek is enough to start lifting her spirits again. “Seriously? That Derek?! What were you thinking? You know he’s either slept with or tried to sleep with every Omega in this place.”
“I know, I know. I just… I guess I was just looking for something.”
“Hopefully not the number to a hairdresser.”
Alice laughs again and shakes her head. “No, gods no. I guess I was hoping there was more to him than what meets the eye… Ya know? Derek is no king of mystery but I was still holding out that he’d surprise me at least a little. Or at least be able to hold an intelligent conversation about something other than his knot.”
“Ever the hopeless romantic, are we?”
“Maybe a little. But you know me. I was raised in a pack of Alphas. I’m used to them being loud and egotistical asses.” She pauses when Sam makes a noise of mock offence. “Present company excluded of course. Anyway, I guess I’m just waiting on the one Alpha that actually cares about what I think, not just what I can do.”
“You and every Omega on the planet. Doesn’t mean you’re going to find them.” Sam says, though that’s nowhere near what Sam was thinking. He’s currently decided that he’s going to make sure Alice is the analyst put on the case with the Avengers. He’s making plans to knock Bucky down a few pegs with the tiny dark-haired Omega in front of him. Sam is concocting and scheming the best meet-cute he can possibly think of.
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saxxxology · 6 months ago
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PAIRING: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
WORD COUNT: 809
WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics, smut, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampie
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It had started out slow — gentle touches under the covers as they allowed their bodies to wake on their own time. It was meant to be quick, maybe five minutes of grinding and thrusting until they got what they wanted, and that’s exactly what had happened.
But it hadn’t stopped.
Neither of them can remember the last time they woke up with this much desire in them, or the last time they’d been able to make it work this good, but when they’d ended round one with even more lust and need in them, they’d just gone with it, ignoring the two alarms he’d set for work the night before.
He’s made her cum twice, the first time on his cock, the second time when he’d slipped down beneath the covers and tongued her until he felt her thighs shake and she’d squirmed away with a plea for a quick break that he barely gave before shoving her legs apart and sliding back inside.
“Holy fuck—” she tips her head back, reaching up to grab hold of the pillow above her head, “Sam, please…”
“What?” He leans back, skimming his hands down her ribs and over her belly, “too much?”
“No, no,” she takes a quick breath, and he watches her rock her hips up to feel him move inside her, “don’t wanna make a mess.”
He chuckles, leaning down just enough to kiss her, “we made a mess already, don’t know how we could make it worse.”
She doesn’t get a chance to respond before he’s fixing his grip on her waist and pinning her in place against the mattress. The heavy slap of his hips hitting hers fills the room, and she only makes it a few rough strokes before she can’t hold back the sweet whimpers and moans that drive him absolutely crazy.
Her nails dig into his skin, and he grits his teeth at the sting, letting out a grunt that makes her tighten around him. She loves it when he’s loud, and he doesn’t hold back on giving her what she wants. He can get one more out of her if he really works for it.
He’s almost lightheaded when he feels her start to tense up again, and she tips her head back, mouth open as she works a hand down between her legs and touches herself just enough to help him out. Her thighs shake, and he collapses over her, thrusting through the strong waves of her orgasm as she whimpers and moans in his ear.
She lets out a breathy giggle when he rolls her over and tugs her hips up into the air. Two pillows get stuffed under her waist to keep her propped up, and he takes a moment to sit back and stare at the mess they’d made between her legs, where there’s just a little bit left of his first release mixed with the slick of all three of hers. He wants to knot her so fucking bad and and it kills him that he’s not going to be in rut for another month.
She lets out a heavy breath when he pushes in, teasing her inch by inch until she’s stuffed full of him and he can feel her squeezing around him, teasing him right back.
“Go harder,” she whimpers, “please—”
He shifts his weight behind her, catching his breath as his hands slide up and down her sides. “Y’sure?”
She nods eagerly, sucking in a deep breath that almost makes her dizzy. “Yeah, I can take it.”
“Good girl.” He squeezes her hips, and she clutches at the bedsheets when he finally gives in to his own lust and ruts forward as hard as he can. She bites down on a knuckle, eyes shut tight as she takes every heavy thrust that has her practically crying from the overstimulation.
“Fuck—” he curls over her, one arm wrapping around her waist to keep her against him as his orgasm starts to peak, “gonna come in you, baby, you want that?”
She nods as best she can, lips parting as his teeth graze against the side of her neck. “Yes…”
“That’s my girl.”
She braces herself for it, unable to move her hips or legs as he uses his weight to keep her pinned underneath him. She can feel the start of it, a quick throb that’s matched with a deep grunt, and then a soft rush of wet heat inside her that makes her almost want to come again. He holds himself deep, fucking everything he’s got into her until she feel him relax. He stays inside her, moving up close to keep himself tucked deep as he dots her neck and shoulders with kisses that have her squirming.
“I’m calling out today,” he whispers against the back of her neck, “I’m not done with you.”
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shybluebirdninja · 6 months ago
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Forbidden Alliance
Summary: After discovering Bucky's intimidating secret dealings with Hydra, you find yourself succumbing to his demanding lust.
Pairings           : Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) x Female Reader
Note               : non-consensual elements, dark themes
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The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickered ominously, casting long shadows on the cold concrete floor. You stood in the corner, heart pounding as Bucky Barnes faced off against a Hydra agent. You’d trusted him, believed in the man beneath the metal arm, but that trust shattered as you overheard their hushed conversation. The words “Hydra” and “deal” echoed in your mind like a death knell.
As Bucky turned, his piercing blue eyes met yours, surprise quickly morphing into that familiar smirk, but it felt sinister this time. “Caught me, doll,” he said, his voice dripping with that charming confidence that made your insides twist. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
Panic surged through you, and without thinking, you turned on your heel, sprinting toward the exit. The cold air hit your face as you burst outside, the night wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. Fear gripped you, urging you to run faster, to put as much distance between you and the man you thought you knew.
You didn’t stop until you were safely inside your apartment, the door slamming shut behind you. Heart racing, you leaned against the door, trying to catch your breath, but dread pooled in your stomach as the reality of what you’d witnessed crashed over you. What had Bucky gotten himself into?
A few moments of silence passed, and just as you thought you might be safe, a loud bang echoed from your door. “Let me in!” Bucky’s voice called out, firm and commanding. “I know you’re in there.”
“No!” you shouted, panic rising again. “Just leave me alone!”
You heard the unmistakable sound of metal on metal as he used his strength to force the door open. It flew open with a loud crash, and there he stood—Bucky, all brooding intensity, eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire. “You can’t just run away from me.”
“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, your voice trembling as you backed away. “You’re working with Hydra! I can’t—”
Before you could finish, he closed the distance between you, his presence overwhelming. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. “You don’t get to make demands right now,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t even know what you saw.”
Your heart raced, adrenaline flooding your system. “Let go of me, Bucky!” you pleaded.
His grip tightening, enough to hurt.
“Buky, no, I don’t…” you whispered, but the warning in your voice sounded weak even to your ears.
“Shut up,” he commanded, tilting your chin up with a finger, forcing you to meet gaze.
You wanted to protest, to argue that you were scared, but the look in his eyes silenced you. There was something evil in that gaze. Before you could respond, he crushed his lips against yours, the kiss fierce and consuming.
He pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours.
“I can’t just forget what you did,” you managed to say, though the weight of his presence made it hard to think. “You’re in too deep with them.”
“Forget?” He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding to your waist, drawing you closer. “That’s the last thing I want you to do. I want you to remember every second of this.”
You felt your resolve weakening, the truth of his words settling in. “Bucky, I…” You faltered, unsure of how to voice the conflict swirling in your head.
“Just give in,” he said, his lips grazing your neck, igniting a fire that spread through your veins.
He undressed himself and ripped your clothes apart, leaving you both bare. His hands roamed over your body with an urgency that made your heart race with fear.
“I don’t want this,” you finally cry, voice barely above a whisper, the thrill of surrender washing over you.
“You think I do care about what you want? Fuck no, bitch!” he growled, his grip tightening as he captured your lips again, the kiss plunging into something primal and raw.
 “Now, let me show you,” he murmured against your skin, lips trailing down your neck.
With a swift movement, he turned you around again, pinning you against the wall, the shock of the cold concrete contrasting against the heat radiating from him. “You’re in my world now,” he murmured against your ear, igniting a fire within you that you couldn’t extinguish.
“Bucky, wait—” you started, but the words died on your lips as he gripped your hair, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to him.
In that moment, as he pressed his dick into your pussy, the lines between right and wrong blurred. You knew you were stepping into the abyss, dive into the chaos that was Bucky Barnes, caught in a web of lust, betrayal, and something dangerous.
And then he whispered, low and menacing, “If you say anything to the Avengers, I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.” His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a possessive fire that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’ll be my little secret. If you breathe a word, I swear, you’ll be nothing but my plaything—my cumpdump—for twenty-four hours a day, forever. Do you understand?”
Your breath caught in your throat. It was terrifying, the dark implications of his words sending your heart racing. You wanted to protest, to scream that you weren’t his.
“Yes,” you breathed, the word barely escaping your lips, and in that instant, Bucky’s expression shifted. It was like flipping a switch; he was both predator and lover, and you were ensnared in his web.
“Good,” he said, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “Now, let’s make this fun.”
With that, he cummed in you.
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sofreddie · 24 days ago
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Right Here Waiting
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Summary: A case brings the brothers to a familiar town, and Sam can't stop thinking about the one he left behind.
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester/Omega!Reader, Beta!Dean
Warnings: A/B/O AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Claiming)
OMEGAVERSE: Chasing @anyfandomgoesbingo
KINK: Predator/Prey Play @anyfandomkinkbingo
SW: First Time/Virginity @samwinchesterbingo
ANGST: "This is where I saw you for the first time." @anyfandomangstbingo
FLUFF: Florist AU @anyfandomfluffbingo
WC: 6,173
A/N: So all of my bingo prompts are from 2021 incomplete cards. But I am damn determined to finish them. My mind won't allow for unfinished cards, no matter how old or irrelevant they may be. It counts to me. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated. : )
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Dean parked in front of the motel office. He glanced at his brother in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed out the side window as it had been the whole ride. Once Dean told him about the case - and the familiar town it was in - Sam agreed to come along and hadn't said a word since. He hadn't read a book or looked at his laptop or phone either. Instead, he sat in pensive silence, his eyes transfixed out the window, but he wasn't watching the passing scenery. He was miles away, buried in memories of his past.
With a sigh, Dean left the car and went to get them a room. He was only mildly surprised that Sam hadn't suggested calling other hunters on the case in their place. Sam had a steely resolve about the whole thing, and Dean was sure he knew exactly why. It wasn't their first time in this town, but it had been over a decade since they'd set foot there.
Dean parked in front of their room, and Sam followed his brother wordlessly, grabbing their bags and shutting the doors behind them. Sam dropped the bags to the floor and plopped heavily on the end of one of the two queen beds in the small and dated motel room; the frame and springs groaned against his weight. Dean sat on the edge of the second bed facing his younger brother, whose hunched posture made him seem as small and thin as the lanky teenager he was when he was last here.
"Hey," Dean cleared his throat, glad when Sam met his eyes. "You good to do this case?"
Sam sighed, and his shoulders slumped. He shook his head and rubbed his hands on his thighs.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "Yeah, I can work the case. It's just…half of me never wanted to come back here or think about any of it, and part of me…"
"Wants to find out if she's still around or mated?" Dean finished for him, ignoring the glare he got in return.
The last time they were in this town, Sam was in his senior year and had graduated. Almost immediately, he'd met a girl who stole his heart, and they were inseparable. Sam would tell Dean all about it and ask for advice when it came to dates or losing their virginity to each other. Dean was proud of Sam and happy for his younger brother.
But then John said it was time to move on, scooped in without warning, and took Sam and Dean away from that town and on to the next hunt. Sam was devastated and angry, shouting at his father and threatening to run off. Dean assumed it was a big part of why Sam eventually left him and Dad and went to Stanford. It wasn't the only reason, as things had been building for a long time. But it had to be the straw that broke the camel's back.
Dean knew that seeing the town the case was in would trigger something in Sam. Part of him knew they couldn't just leave a hunt unattended, and part of him knew Sam would either try to find or actively avoid seeing her. Maybe a tiny part of him hoped that by bringing Sam there, they could find her, and maybe Sam could have a chance at happiness. Perhaps he hoped it could make up for the wrongs in the past, for letting Dad take them away to begin with.
"Look," Dean sighed. "I know that losing your mate was really hard for you, and no one can replace her. But you've got that whole Alpha thing and the ruts, and it's getting harder for you without a mate."
Dean tried to be sympathetic. Like their father, he was a Beta. Alphas and Omegas were common but still an anomaly. Though Dean had studied and learned everything about Alphas to better understand his brother and his suffering, he couldn't really comprehend what Sam went through. He couldn't feel it like Sam did. So, the best he could do was try to be as supportive and understanding as possible, imagining if he'd lost someone he loved in such a horrific way.
Sam looked at him with a furrowed brow, "Jess wasn't my mate."
"Wait, what?"
Sam sighed, "We never mated," he admitted. "It just…never felt like the right time. There was never a glow when our cycles aligned, so I knew we could be compatible but weren't… mates. I think that's why we kept putting it off, and then -"
Dean nodded in understanding. But if Jess wasn't his mate, maybe Sam still had a mate somewhere. And if it wasn't Jess, well, the only other person Dean ever saw Sam care about that much was her.
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The case was wrapped up within three days, relatively straightforward. Dean was grateful. He had done most of the work as Sam was increasingly on edge. Dean was wary, giving Sam space, even if he insisted he could work the case. It didn't make it any easier dealing with a seriously agitated Alpha, who was acting stranger and stranger. And while Dean was familiar with the term 'stop and smell the roses,' it was alarming how Sam kept stopping to smell flowers and the soil in which they grew.
Sam was utterly oblivious to the confused and worried looks his brother gave him and others as they worked the investigation. He couldn't think, constantly surrounded by the familiar scent of flowers and earth that reminded him of her. In this town, the familiar scent everywhere he turned was making things worse, and his rut ramped up off schedule.
He couldn't focus on the case. When they entered the police station, Dean talked, and Sam was instantly drawn to the fresh, large bouquet on the counter. He quickly buried his nose in it, breathing in deeply of the floral scents, a hint of the dirt in which they grew barely there. It wasn't until Dean pulled and pushed on him, getting his attention and forcefully separating him from the plant, that Sam realized what the hell he was doing and what it must have looked like. He tried to ignore the gawking and stares from passersby at his odd behavior. At Dean's insistence, he left the station and waited in the car.
Sam jumped at the sound of the Impala's driver's door opening as his brother climbed behind the wheel. Dean started the car and sat back with a sigh.
"What's going on with you, man?" When Sam groaned but didn't answer, Dean continued. "I knew coming here might be a bad idea, but I didn't think it would get you so worked up."
"I'm fine," Sam ground out through clenched teeth.
"Oh, yeah. You're real fine," Dean scoffed. "Burying your face in every plant you see, you're red and sweaty, and even I'm choking on your scent."
"Maybe I should sit out the rest of the hunt, like you said," Sam agreed, defeatedly. "Just my cycle off or something."
"Or something," Dean grumbled, shifting the car into drive. "Let's get some food - if you think you can handle it - and then we'll go back to the motel so you can rest up."
Sam scowled but didn't respond. He might be going into a rut, but he could still handle and conduct himself properly in public. Okay, so the plant thing was admittedly weird. But he could consciously try to make an effort not to sniff every plant he saw. They settled in at the diner's table, and Dean placed an order for them both. Sam was too busy trying not to let his rut get the better of him that he couldn't care about or focus on anything else.
When the waitress returned with their food, she first set down Dean's plate. Then, as she went to set down Sam's, she dropped it, and it fell to the tabletop with a clatter, the food splattering in all directions. The brothers' heads shot up to see what caused the issue, but the waitress wasn't even looking at them. Her eyes glowed with a bright orange light, her gaze fixed on an Alpha male customer standing in the diner's doorway.
The man's eyes glowed in response, and he growled. The next second, the waitress ran away at full speed, and the Alpha followed as quickly as his feet would carry him. The diner was filled with hoots and hollers from the customers, and applause filled the building as the couple's potent scents swirled and dissipated with their disappearance. Dean turned to Sam with a broad grin, which quickly faded when he saw his brother's angry scowl.
"It's not that bad," Dean chuckled at the mess of food left behind, signaling another waitress who ran to assist.
"I'm so sorry," she said as she wiped up the mess, another employee coming with a bin to help. "We'll bring out a new order right away."
"It's no problem," Dean grinned, and the waitress predictably swooned and hurried to get the order. "See, Sam? All fixed."
Dean was worried his overgrown brother would Alpha out at any moment, considering he had been extra sensitive the last few days.
"I don't care about the mess," Sam said. "It's just -"
"It's just normal," Dean finished for him. "It's a good thing, Sam. It means two mates have found each other and are about to bond."
"It shouldn't have to be like that," he growled. "It should be more discreet. Private."
"You know what I think?" Dean said after Sam's new plate was delivered. "I think you're mad you ain't found that glow yet, and being here is making it worse. I also think all your running ain't just about hunting."
Sam couldn't bring himself to argue, too tired and irritated from the day. He was grateful when they returned to the motel, even though it was still early afternoon. Dean wanted him to sit out the remainder of the hunt. Sam wanted to argue but couldn't. He wasn't very productive anyway, as his mind was filled with memories of his past and her.
The first time he saw her, he was walking back to the motel from school. She had veered off the sidewalk onto an overgrown path into the woods. Curious, Sam followed her at a distance, careful not to give away his position. She wasn't attempting to cover her tracks, and she seemed at peace walking through the mud and creeks, uncaring of the dirt on her shoes or the bottoms of her denim overalls. She walked to a clearing along the creek's banks where many flowers grew, entirely out of place to their environment.
He made his presence known, and after an awkward silence during which he was afraid she might run off, she invited him to join her. It turns out the small plot of land belonged to her family and used to have a cabin on it, but it was demolished years ago. She liked to come to that spot independently, enjoy nature's peace, and practice gardening. She loved digging in the earth, planting and caring for the plants and flowers, and watching them grow under her care.
It shouldn't have surprised him that those scents clung to her, were ingrained in her, earth and flowers a part of her essence. He loved to hold her close and bury his nose in her neck, inhaling that scent like he needed it to breathe. She was bright and carefree and welcomed him into her life, first as a friend and then more, with an open heart and mind. It was too easy to fall for her, and Sam told her nearly everything about his family and his life, but he withheld the finer details of monsters and hunting, not wanting her to be afraid of him or the world.
He had wondered if she could be his Omega, but she hadn't presented yet when they were together. Her rich scent, however, always had his untamed young Alpha crawling to the surface. When his father packed them into the Impala in the middle of the night, Sam fought and argued, but in the end, he had no choice but to follow his family to the next town and case. When he left for Stanford, he left everything in his past behind to move beyond it into something new and different. He hadn't really thought about her again until Dean mentioned the case in this town.
Sam was interrupted from his musings as Dean entered the motel room and closed the door behind him. He wasn't sure how long he'd sat there, lost in thought, but it was midday when he entered the room, and now, when Dean opened the door, it was dark outside.
"Have you been sitting there the whole time?" Dean asked, seeing Sam sitting on the edge of one of the beds as he had been when he left. Nothing in the room seemed out of place, but the TV was off, and Sam looked lost and surprised.
"What time is it?"
"Late," Dean answered. He removed his blazer and tie, then dropped to the edge of the other bed, facing his brother. "I gotta admit, Sammy, I'm a little worried."
"I'll be fine once this case is done and we leave."
Dean nodded, "Okay. Well, I think I can wrap it up tonight. We can probably head out in the morning if you're up for it."
"Yeah," Sam sighed, kicking off his shoes and laying back on the bed. "I'll just…rest."
Dean let him lie as he changed and got ready for the hunt. He knew who and what he was dealing with; he just had to take them out. Sam hadn't moved an inch since he'd laid down. Dean hoped he could finish this quickly and get his brother home safely. Dean was worried he might go feral, with his ruts worsening and his behavior becoming more erratic. It would be better to have him home in a concrete underground Bunker than loose among civilians.
At least he could control him better there, tie him down if need be. Buy him some time to try and find a solution or band-aid to prevent the inevitable. Ideally, Sam needed a mate. But they might be running out of time for that, too, and Sam was incredibly stubborn.
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"Are you sure?" Sam asked as he settled his hips between her thighs.
He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away her juices from her second orgasm. Dean had given him tips and tricks for his and Y/N's first time together. Their parents were out of town for the weekend, and Sam wanted to plan a romantic evening. They had been together for months and said their 'I love you's' to each other. Now, they were ready to move into the physical, and Sam was grateful that it was her.
"Yes, Sam. I love you," Y/N said, cupping his cheek and pulling his lips to hers.
He groaned, pulling from the kiss long enough to roll a condom down his stiff and throbbing length. Y/N watched with rapt attention, spreading her legs wide to welcome him back in place. They were both hot and sweaty, eager and desperate, and Sam knew neither would last long—at least, not this first round.
He slid within her fairly quickly, trying to minimize the pain of breaking her hymen - taking her virginity and giving his in return - rubbing her clit in tight circles like Dean told him to do. She winced and stiffened, then sighed and relaxed, her pussy fluttering around him. 
"I love you, too," Sam responded as he started thrusting slowly and steadily, allowing them to feel and adjust to each other.
It didn't take long for Sam's pace to increase, and a short while later, Y/N was cumming hard around him. Sam looked down at where they were connected, her pussy stretched wide to accommodate him. His knot popped, locking them together, and he leaned into her neck, biting hard into the flesh until her blood hit his tongue. Groaning, he rutted his hips, though locked in place, drawing out every ounce of their orgasms.
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Sam woke with a drawn-out groan. His whole body ached and burned with a fever. His clothes and the bed beneath him were soaked in sweat, the room so saturated that even he choked on the scent. His rut had broken in the night, which must have been why he'd had such a vivid dream of him and Y/N.
It was a dream of their first time together, but it hadn't ended like that. He hadn't knotted or claimed her - as he was newly presented, and she hadn't presented yet - but his mind had twisted it into what his rutting Alpha desired. He would lose his mind if he didn't get out of this town and away from any thought of her.
Sam wasn't sure how long he had slept, but Dean wasn't in the room. He decided to shower, change, and strip the bed quickly, hopefully before Dean returned and had to suffer the potent stench of Sam's unscheduled rut. Thirty minutes later, Sam finished cleaning and opened a window to air out the room when Dean returned with a bag of food and a tray of coffee.
Sam tried to stand and look as normal as possible as Dean's eyes looked him over from across the room, but he knew his big brother could see right through him. No matter how much he tried to appear okay, Dean always knew.
"I got some food," he offered.
Sam took the opening, sat at the small table, and dug in. He hadn't realized his hunger until the food was in front of him. Dean joined him, and they ate in silence for a short while.
"Now that the case is done, we should leave town ASAP." Dean offered, and Sam nodded. "Unless you want to look for Y/N."
"No."
Sam shook his head and cleaned up his mess, turning his back on Dean, who was still sitting at the table, food abandoned.
"Sam," Dean tried. "You need a mate."
"I have no right, Dean!" Sam roared, catching his brother by surprise. "I left her and never came back. I probably broke her heart. I broke my own heart."
"That wasn't you, that was Dad."
Sam shook his head again, "I'll start packing. We should leave."
Just mentioning her name had Sam on edge. His Alpha snarled and clawed at the cage Sam put him in, desperate to break free. But he had no right to barge into her life after all these years. Besides that, what if she didn't want him? What if she was mated? Sam wasn't sure he could handle finding her and not having her. It would be better never to see her and never know. Dean didn't know what to say to convince Sam otherwise, so he kept quiet and watched his younger brother like a hawk as they packed up the Impala and hit the road.
"Can we make a stop?" Sam asked, pulling a card out of his pocket and handing it to Dean. It was for a florist, and Dean remembered seeing the card at the police station by the bouquet Sam wouldn't stop sniffing. "Should be just up ahead."
He needed to ask Sam about this plant obsession, but if it helped to calm him for the long ride home, Dean didn't mind—though it certainly wouldn't keep him from complaining about it.
The store was easy to find. It was situated on the main drive through town, and Dean quickly pulled the car into a spot along the curb. The shop was small and cute, though the name was a little weird. Oops-A-Daisy was written on the store windows, and a slightly faded sign bearing the name hung above the door.
"Alright, I'll go in and get you something. Just like…a plant in dirt in a pot or something?" Dean tried his best to understand, but this whole thing was way out of his depth.
"I don't know what I want," Sam said. "I want to pick something myself," he added as he climbed out of the car.
Dean cursed under his breath, hastily following his overgrown brother to the shop. "Sam, look, man, in your condition -"
"I can control myself, Dean," Sam argued as he wiped the sweat from his brow on his sleeve. "Okay, fine. I'll wait here," Sam leaned against the side of the Impala, crossing his arms and looking like a child throwing a tantrum.
Dean rolled his eyes but hurried inside the small shop. It was bright, and the scent of flowers, plant life, soil, and water was welcoming and soothing. Maybe Sam didn't have such a bad idea, and the scents calmed even Dean. He had no clue what he was looking for, but he could get whatever was delivered to the police station since Sam had his whole face buried in that thing.
Dean stood in the short line, looking over the various arrangements as he waited to speak with the florist. The customer in front of him finished their transaction, smiling, and took their freshly wrapped bouquet. Dean stepped up to the counter, and his eyes widened as he saw the sight before him.
"Y/N?"
"Dean?!"
A huge grin broke on her face as she came around the counter, and the two hugged. Dean had met her a few times back in the day, and the three of them hung out once or twice, but they were never really close. It didn't stop his excitement for seeing someone from their past, from simpler times, who was still alive and well. If anything, it made his hope burn bright for his brother.
"Why am I not surprised you work in a flower shop?"
"Actually, I own it," Y/N beamed with pride.
"Of course you do," Dean laughed and smiled. "Makes sense. You were always into botanicals."
"So what brings you to town?"
"Work," he stated, knowing she didn't know about hunting or the family business. "Was actually on my way out of town. But I noticed a bouquet at the police station and hoped I could get an arrangement like that one."
"Oh?" she returned behind the counter, pulling out a thick notebook and flipping through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "This one?" she held up the photo, and Dean nodded. "I can have it ready for you by tomorrow," she offered.
"Actually, I was heading out today. Can you have it done sooner or have something similar I can take now?"
As she opened her mouth to speak, the bell over the door chimed, alerting her to a new customer. She glanced at the door to greet them but stopped with wide eyes at the sight that met her. She should have known Sam would surely be around if Dean were here. His tall and large frame - which had grown even bigger since she'd last seen him - stooped to enter the doorway.
Despite being larger than her memory, she could still see her Sam in his features. He tilted his head, sniffing the air, and Y/N hesitantly sniffed back. He smelled just like she remembered, but more potent and rich. Her head was spinning, and she was half convinced she was hallucinating from too many unfulfilled heats.
She'd never stopped thinking about Sam, even as he disappeared and broke her heart into a thousand pieces. She knew she loved him, and had hoped that she would present to be his, but she never got the chance to find out. She'd tried dating others, but no one ever measured up to the way Sam Winchester made her feel. She could feel her body twinge and react in his presence, her scent spiking.
Dean stood off to the side, head bowed and hands in his pockets, trying to be small and invisible in the wake of his brother's cresting rut and - thank freaking God, finally! - finding his intended mate. He knew they should have tried to find Y/N, and Dean was not happy with Sam's decision not to do so, but now it seemed the universe was bringing them together and helping Sam understand what Dean already knew. So he stepped aside, shut his mouth, and prayed the two would give in, for both their sakes.
"Y/N."
Sam's voice sent a shiver down her spine in the best of ways, and her heart soared, knowing he didn't forget her. Dean was all but forgotten as their scents filled the air and their pupils dilated. Sam stepped closer, and his eyes flashed orange as his Alpha sensed its mate and took charge. Her eyes flashed in response, making Sam growl. Both his rut and her responding heat created a sense of urgency and desperation.
"Run, Little Omega," Sam urged, ticking his head upward. His eyes were glowing brightly, and hers were shining to match. "Run so I can catch you and make you mine."
Her breath hitched before she turned and ran out the back door of the shop - driven by instinct and tradition - running as fast as her legs could carry her. When Sam caught her, he'd mate and claim her, the inevitable outcome of the chase. But he could also lose her or give up, ending the chase without catching her and ending all hope of them being together.
He'd left before, and she'd felt so worthless and hurt and alone. After her family had died in an accident, she ached for him more than ever, to the point she tried to find him. But her research led her to articles claiming he had died and her soul shattered. She'd never recovered, and she supposed that's why she could never make anything work. She avoided all Alphas because none of them were even close to Sam and how sweet and caring he was. She tried to date Betas and even an Omega once, but nothing felt right or lasted.
She shook the negative thoughts from her mind as she ran toward her intended destination, the place she'd always gone to hide and feel safe since she was a kid. She was so focused on her target that she wasn't aware if Sam was still behind her.
Sam was surprised at how fast Y/N was, but he could keep up with her and keep her in his sights. Memories flooded his mind quickly, and halfway through the chase, he realized where she was going and, with a smirk, took a different route, hoping to get ahead of her.
Y/N knew these woods like the back of her hand, having explored them her whole life. She took the familiar path towards her family's plot of land, where the gardens were lush and welcoming. Where she'd rebuilt the small cabin where it once stood. Now, it was her safe haven and respite from the world.
She broke through the trees and bushes with minor snags and scrapes and burst into the garden with a long, relieved breath. She bent over in the clearing, hand on her knees, trying to catch her breath. But every breath seemed tinged with Sam's delectable scent. When she stood straight, Sam approached across the clearing—like a predator stalking its prey—and she was frozen in place by his intense and hungry gaze.
Sam let his forward momentum carry him as he practically crashed into Y/N, shuffling her back until she leaned against one of the many trees. He pressed his body against her, pinning her in place, as he dropped his head to her neck and inhaled her scent deeply from the source.
"This is where I saw you for the first time," he said as he pulled back. One hand squeezed her side while the other cupped her cheek. "I always wanted it to be you."
Y/N looked into his eyes - the sweet, caring Sam she knew faded away, replaced by raw power and pure lustful need - and she swallowed hard as her thighs clenched. Her heart beat faster as her heat took control, her will bending to the Alpha before her.
"I waited for you," she said.
She'd never really admitted it to herself, but she knew she was waiting for him, hoping one day he'd return. She hoped with all she had that she was Sam's mate. Their relationship and the feelings from their youth never faded from her mind or heart. Now, eyes glowing and chase complete, her blood raced in anticipation of becoming his.
"No more waiting," -Sam spoke as he pecked her lips- "No more running," -he moved to nip at her jaw and smiled against her skin as she whimpered- "Mine," he growled, looking her in the eye before he crashed his lips hard against hers.
Y/N gasped as Sam ground his hips against hers, feeling his hardening length straining beneath the denim. He seized the opportunity, gliding his tongue in her mouth, twisting it with hers, and tasting every inch. Her hands gripped tightly to the sides of his shirt, desperate to hold onto something to ground her.
Sam scooped her into his arms in a flash and smirked at her surprised squeal. He hurriedly carried her into the one-room cabin and kicked the door shut behind them. Once inside the confines of the small structure, Sam set her on her feet but didn't remove his arms from around her. He wasn't sure he could stop touching her anytime soon.
Her scent was intoxicating, and his rut was quickly devouring his control. She couldn't help but moan and whimper at his scent and touch. At the sound of her moans, he clenched his jaw, suddenly grabbing the collar of her shirt and ripping it straight down the middle before his lips began to explore the newly exposed skin.
“Alpha,” she breathed out, running her fingers through his hair and getting lost in the feel of his hot and hungry lips exploring her.
He quickly found his way back to her mouth, devouring her in a searing kiss as his hands worked to remove the tattered shirt and bra. His hands moved firmly against her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing over her nipples as they rapidly hardened under his touch.
“So responsive.” he praised, breathing heavily, “The things I’m gonna do to you -”
His tone sounded like a warning, and Y/N shivered in response, her eyes wide as she dared meet his gaze. He smirked knowingly, taking a few steps back from her and slowly removing his shirt, his eyes locked onto hers. Her eyes roamed his exposed torso, the taut muscles and tanned skin. He had grown and filled out since she'd last seen him, which was saying something considering how toned and built he was before. Her fingers itched to caress every line, and she licked her lips unconsciously as her eyes flitted back to his.
He gave a wicked half-smirk before reaching out to her and pulling her against him. Their bare chests met as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands wandering over her back. Their lips hovered, barely touching and grazing with teasing kisses as their hands explored each other's bodies lovingly.
Her hands ran down over his chest, and she looked up at him with a smile, her eyes filled with warmth and awe. “I always wanted this with you. I just never thought it was possible, " she said, barely a whisper, her cheeks turning red from the admission. Sam watched as the blush trailed down her neck and over her chest. He breathed in sharply at the sight, needing her even more.
He leaned down slowly, then let his lips wander between her breasts, kissing over her heart. Their lips met once more as their hands worked to remove the rest of their clothing from each other. They giggled into their kisses as they struggled and tripped, finally falling together in a mass of limbs on the bed.
Sam hovered over her, his hands lazily exploring her exposed body as he looked over her in awe and appreciation, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than you, naked, willing, and waiting for me,” he breathed out, kissing and nipping along her neck. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Alpha,” she breathed out needily, rubbing her clenched thighs together as her hands roamed over his broad shoulders and back.
“Tell me you need me,” he commanded a little firmer, his lips moving down her body, leaving marks of where he’d been.
“I-I need you,” she whined as her fingers ran through his hair.
He spread her legs, positioning himself between them. His hands ran up the insides of her thighs before moving to her center and finding her soaked. She moaned out at the delicate touch of his fingers as they flicked her clit and moved to her entrance. He grasped his cock firmly, gliding it along her slick folds and bumping the head into her clit repeatedly, watching her as she whimpered and whined.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said softly, pecking her lips and chin.
“I’m yours, Sam. Alpha! All yours,” she begged, clawing at him to bring him closer.
Sam smirked at her, “And I’m yours, Baby,” he promised, kissing her deeply as he slid himself into her, groaning out as his hips came flush with hers.
A choked-off whine left his lips as his body trembled, trying to hold still and let her adjust. She was warm and tight around him, a perfect fit to his girth, and he was sure nothing would ever come close to feeling this good again.
“Alpha, please,” She begged him again, trying to gain leverage to move her hips, but he had her pinned with his body. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in harshly, both of them calling out at the feeling.
“Fuck, Y/N. Omega,” he groaned, repeating his actions and getting lost in the feel of her around him. He was torn between taking his time, feeling all of her, and just giving in to his hunger and claiming her for his own. He picked up his pace, holding her face in his hands so he could watch every look, every twitch of her face as he filled her again and again. His heart ached from the fullness, and he fought off the urge to cry or whine, his own senses overwhelming him as he tried desperately to keep control and keep himself together.
She shifted her legs higher on his sides, allowing him to sink even further. “Oh God,” they breathed out at the same time. Sam dropped his forehead to hers as he swiveled his hips in slight circles before beginning deep, passionate thrusts within her.
“Oh God, Sam, ALPHA!” she breathed out, her eyes rolling back as her nails dug into his back. He growled in response, thrusting faster. “Please don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begged, trying to meet his thrusts.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promised, shifting his hips as his hands wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place to take all he had to give.
“Sam! I’m gonna…” she called out, her voice catching in her throat as her head lolled to the side.
“Fuck yes, Omega. Cum for me!” Sam demanded, his hand snaking down to rub her clit as he pounded her deep into the mattress. 
She came hard, a scream ripping from her throat as her body convulsed and spasmed beneath him. Sam roared, feeling her clench around him, and dropped his head to the crook of her neck as he thrust deep. His knot popped and locked them together, but he kept thrusting as his seed spilled into her and leaked out around his cock. Burying his face in her neck, he breathed deep before opening his mouth and biting down hard. She screamed and came again, drawing out both of their orgasms.
Once he was able, Sam reluctantly pulled away and grabbed a towel, cleaning them up before climbing back into the bed beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her back tight against his chest and lapping over her claim.
“Are you ok?” he whispered, kissing her neck and shoulder.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed happily, eyes closed and body utterly limp in his hold.
Sam chuckled, holding her tighter to him as she fell asleep. He knew they needed to talk. He'd never told her about hunting and monsters, but now that they were bound, he'd have to tell her the truth. The whole truth. Although he dreaded it, he somehow felt it would be okay. For now, he would enjoy mating with the one who got away and was now his forever.
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kickingitwithkirk · 9 months ago
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Winchester's Folly
Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam
WC: 1828
Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.
Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating, dated derogatory terms
*Additional warnings will be added
Square filled: @spnaubingo -Non-Traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo -Bed Sharing
A/N: This part has a couple of flashbacks in italics
A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.
A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.
Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)
Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)
*Divider by @firefly-graphics
*No Beta-all mistakes are mine
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PART IX
Partway down the drive, the car sputters and dies, rolling to a stop a few yards from the house. Bobby got up, mumbled idijits straightened his trucker cap, and heard the Impala’s squeaky doors simultaneously open; then Dean's voice was carrying on the night air, “If you’ve screwed up my car, I’m going to kick your ass!” 
Bobby marches towards the car and spits, “Stop giving your brother a hard time.” His rebuff dissipates when the elder brother's scarlet irises lock on him. Dean moves in front of a female sitting in the backseat like a predator protecting its kill and menacingly growls at him. 
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Sam quickly rounds the car, blocking the Beta from his line of sight. “Dean, calm down, it’s Bobby. Remember when he'd play baseball with you instead of practicing with the shotguns?” Dean ignores Sam and tries to round-end his equally quick brother when a hand grabs his wrist. Dean halts and peers back at the O, who points to him, her ear, and Sam, who advises, “Listen to your Omega Dean."
Bobby’s jaw drops upon hearing the youngest Alphas' words. He sees the O wince as she holds her arms up and watches Dean quickly shift from aggression, something the younger man is prone to, to the gentleness he remembers from childhood. Once out, she scented the air before making the universal sign for Beta. “Yes, he is. Bobby, this is..," Dean strumbled over what to call her when she held up her hands and, with her fingers, indicated the number 4444968503.
“That’s a helluva lot of numbers for your name, little lady,” Bobby remarks, looking sternly at Dean. “Do I have to worry about you going for my throat while sleeping?” Thoroughly abashed by his reaction toward the man he considers a surrogate father, he responded No, Sir. “Good. We’ll discuss this," gesturing to Deans still scarlet-hued eyes, "later." Bobby peered around his darkened scrap yard. "Let's get inside. I feel like a crow waiting to be picked off here.”
Little did the seasoned hunter know how right he was as two celestial beings observed the group from the shadows.
"You know,” the one in a business suit said, “When they told me the apocalypse had gotten the green light and the job of watching over Michael and Lucifer's vessels to my department, I thought, this is it, this is what’s going to make me more than employee of the month for the fifth, no, sixth consecutive millennium. And I was this close," held two fingers centimeters apart, "To getting the key to the Axis Mundi and mano e mano with the big guy.” His features hardened, “Of course, that was before you. Care to explain why disregarded orders to get rid of that birth defect?”
The other looked across the yard at the parties retreating to the house while his unerring memory returned to the past. 
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Castiel was assigned to watch over Dean from his conception. As his charge grew, he was in awe of the boy's perception of others' emotions and intuitive knowledge of how to comfort them.
Shortly before his fourth birthday, John and Mary told their son that he would be a big brother, showing him the ultrasound photograph and Dean got excited, saying he’d be the best big brother to his two siblings. His confused parents again explained there was only one pup but Dean skewed his little face into a fierce expression, continuing to insist there were two amused his father.
On the other hand, Mary felt apprehensive at her offspring's insistence, and the feeling grew throughout the pregnancy. A few months later, she was fixing lunch when Dean came running in and began talking to her middle, saying he would be the best brother in the world to them. He placed his tiny hands on opposite sides of her swollen belly, and Mary felt kicking directly under them.
Several weeks later, Deans bounced off the walls, saying his siblings would be here tomorrow. John and Mary reminded him it would be longer before his brother was ready for his debut, but in the wee hours of the following day, Mary’s water broke.
John found himself juggling a hospital bag, his son, and his mate to the car for the hospital. The angel sat in the backseat gazing at his excited charge and felt—regret, aware that fulfilling his orders to eliminate the extra pup would unduly distress the vessel.
But before Castiel could further analyze this sudden human emotion, he got distracted by the doctor saying there were complications with the pup. They needed John's permission for an emergency procedure. Not detecting any unnatural issue in the mother or pups, he quizzically followed to the delivery room where Mary, despite being drugged, had a quick delivery.
The angel watches the doctor evaluate the slightly sedated pups and deems them healthy before handing them to a nurse. But instead of taking them to the nursery, they detoured to the stairwell, and Castiel quickly realized they weren't a staff member but rather someone intent on stealing both pups. The angel intervenes and then finds him in a quandary. 
Saving Lucifer's vessel left him holding the baby—specifically, the unnecessary pup whose existence puzzled heaven. When the female gazes at him with disturbingly focused eyes, other emotions trigger in the angel, leaving him unable to complete his task. Momentarily searching, he transports her to another state and swaps her with another stillborn pup. 
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"You disregard the plan that's been in place for eons because some reject made you feel?!" Zachariah barked out a laugh of disbelief and turned to his companion. “I’m going to ask and don’t lie. What made you grow a conscience this time? Strike that. I don't care. Now, who else knows about your screwup?"
"I told no one."
"Then we've got a mole within our midst." Zachariah is interrupted by the Winchester Alpha pulling into the yard. Pointing a finger at Castiel, the senior angel says, "This is your only chance to return to my good graces. Find out who is behind that thing's reappearance."
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“Okay, thanks.” Bobby tossed the cordless on his desk. “Dr. Stevenson can get it, but it’ll take a day.”
“Good," John says, tossing back his third glass of whiskey. "The sooner that implants back in, the better.” Bobby sipped it on his glass, studying the other hunter he’d known for years. 
Bobby learned the day they meet that John Winchester was an obsessive bastard who’d do anything to get the demon that killed his mate, including dragging his two very young sons into the hunter life.
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The first time the boys were left with him, Sam had just turned three and was curious about everything. Dean? Well, he found the seven-year-old rather odd. He would get out of sorts if his training schedule were changed but patient as Job with the toddler, answering every question, no matter how crazy they were, and caring for Sam as if he were his pup. 
One night, screaming woke him up. Rushing to the room the boys were sharing; Bobby stopped dead in his tracks. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking a howling Sam, trying to comfort him with tears streaming down his face. When he saw Bobby, Dean panicked and began apologizing, babbling on that Sam didn't mean to do it and he’d clean up the mess, confusing the Beta before noticing Sam had wet himself and the bed.
Reassuring Dean it wasn’t a big deal, Bobby gathered some clean sleep clothes and rustled them into a warm bath. Leaving Dean to watch Sam, he stripped the soiled bedding and tossed it into the washer, making a mental note to get a bed protector, grabbed a lawn bag, split it open, and placed it under the spare bedding.
He had just finished remaking the bed when Dean, carrying his sleeping brother, entered with a weary expression that made Bobby sad and angry. 
Putting on his kindest smile, he helped them back into bed, left a small lamp he’d found on, and told Dean to wake him if they needed anything, no matter how trivial.
****
Bobby returns to the present when John drops the now-empty bottle on his desk. Reaching into a drawer, he pulls a fresh one. Topping off his glass he remarks, "You wanna tell me why you failed to mention Dean has a fresh claimed Omega, let alone one beat all to hell." He stares John straight in the eye while sliding the bottle toward him.
John suppressed snarling for such an impertinent question, knowing he needed to stay on good terms with the Beta until Dean finished his mandatory probation and told him about Helms's establishment, Sam witnessing the O fighting with his Alpha lugs—explaining why it looked like it went three rounds with a vengeful spirit—to purchasing it for a dollar.
However, John couldn't hide the flash of guilt in his eyes as he skimmed over what happened at the clinic before admitting the judge's enforcement of the claiming statute was his fault, but didn't sugarcoat the details of witnessing Dean's claiming horrified Bobby.
“If everything is like you say, what'd you need Frank's help for?"
John looked directly at him, saying he needed the state order to take Sam erased if Dean failed to fulfill his probation. Bobby knew the Alpha was lying through his teeth but didn't call him out. Instead, he threw his drink back and headed to bed.
Passing the room the boys still occupied when staying; Bobby could hear them talking before loudly closing his bedroom door, giving John time to finish that second bottle. When he reopened it later, he could hear the Alpha's loud snoring, and carefully snagged the keys from his jacket, slipped out the kitchen door, and took the scenic route to the Alpha’s truck.
Bobby knows whenever John is hiding won't be in the regular places, i.e., in the glove box, over the visor, ect; began examining the vehicle's exterior and, finding nothing, opens the weapons catch. Nothing stands out when he spots a curse box and recalls John inquiring about creating one some time ago.
Bobby fiddled around with the unfinished box when, bingo, it popped open, revealing a bunch of rolled papers inside. He crossed to the garage and fired up a printer, making copies of the documents then returned everything to its original position because John would notice if anything were misplaced. Heading back to his room, Bobby noticed light still coming from underneath the boy's door and lightly rapped it before opening it.
The elder brother was spooning his mate from behind, which made sense since Bobby knew from personal experience that lying on bruised ribs dulled the pain. However, it was difficult for the man to process why his brother was sleeping snugly against her front, his fingers twined with Dean's, resting on her hip.
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PART X
SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva   @lassie-bird  @nancymcl   @spnbaby-67 @leigh70
Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl
WF: @slamminmine @ladysparkles78 @deans-spinster-witch @ilovetaquitosmmmm @strawblueberrys  @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @kazsrm67
Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid
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winchestergirl2 · 12 days ago
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March Reading Recs 2025
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To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖
Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.
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Reading Recs Masterlist
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Between The City & the Stars Part 4 | Part 5 @zepskies
Authors Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.
If I Stay Part 1 | Part 2 | @zepskies
Authors Summary: Your dream is to work with kids as an elementary school teacher. Dean is well on his way to becoming a firefighter, keeping things light and “strings unattached” as he goes. After a one-night stand you never saw coming, you and Dean are forced to deal with the consequences…and figure out if the connection between you is worth fighting for.
Safeguard (drabble) @maddie0101
Authors summary: After a bad nightmare, you seek comfort in Dean’s arms.
Sam Winchester
Safe with you @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery
( ☕️ ) - Mornings: Were Made For You - Sam Winchester @keoriwnch
Authors Summary: Sam Winchester is an annoyingly perfect morning person, and you are not. Waking up without him next to you is already a struggle, but when he tries to coax you out of bed with coffee and soft kisses, you realize maybe mornings aren’t so bad—at least, not when they start with him.
Tracker
Russell Shaw
Rivers & Roads Away @impala-dreamer
Big Sky
Beau Arlen
Hope in Broken Places Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | @jessjad
Authors Summary: Moving to and living in Montana had once been a necessary thing for Beau. But three years later now he loved it. His daughter by his side, some new friends he had made. Only problem was that Beau, an alpha in his mid-fourties, starts to feel the effects of not being mated. Will he become feral or is fate on his side one last time?
When Control Slips @agirlwithdemonblood
Authors Summary: Beau Arlen struggles with his unspoken feelings for his younger deputy, leading to a dangerous outburst that threatens their undercover operation and forces him to confront what he’s been hiding all along.
Paperwork @unsuperingyournatural
Here @unsuperingyournatural
Dawsons Creek
CJ Braxton
Sweet Talks & Sales Pitches @wendichester
Authors Summary. cj tries to convince you to join the stand
Smallville
Jason Teague
Coach Teague | Part 2 | @wendichester
Authors Summary: There's a new coach in town and suddenly football has become interesting!
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holylulusworld · 12 days ago
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Prank Wars - The Reckoning
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Summary: April Fool turns your alphas into…fools.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam Winchester
Warnings: language, fun, crack, pranks, a/b/o dynamics, implied polyamory
A/N: Consider this nonsense.
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“I can’t believe you!” Dean yells while following his brother around the bunker. “You did it again! This means war!”
“You brought it upon yourself.” Sam shrugs. He’s not sorry at all for messing with his big brother and his libido. Two alphas and one omega—a combination meant to cause trouble. Especially when it comes to mating, scenting, or breeding their omega.
“I was scenting Y/N and then…” Dean growls at his brother because Sam starts laughing again. “Sammy! I shit my pants in front of our omega. Do you think this is funny?”
Sam snorts.
“Fine,” Dean snarls and narrows his eyes at his brother. “This. Means. War. And I do not intend on letting you get away with this.”
Dean storms off, leaving his brother in stunning silence. Sam swallows thickly, suddenly aware he took one step too far this time.
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“Dean, you sigh as one of your alphas is hiding from you again. “It wasn’t that bad. Come out. It’s only natural to…” You hold back a giggle remembering how Dean shit his pants. “It happened to me too. Remember when I had a stomach flu? I felt like shit and, didn’t make it to the bathroom. You helped me clean up, baby.”
“That’s not the same!” He argues while looking at his notes for his payback plan. You were sick and couldn't fight it. I wasn’t sick! Sammy did this to me because he was jealous! As if it was my fault he wanted to go on a tour to visit murder houses on his own.”
“Baby,” you purr and knock at the door again. “What if I talk to Sam? What if he apologizes?”
“This won’t make up for embarrassing me in front of our omega! He will feel my wrath. The wrath of the king of pranks.” Dean cackles manically before leaving his room, locking it.
When you all decided to become a thing, you also agreed on having a room on your own to have some peace and quiet if you need it.
“Dean, come on. Let’s talk things out. I know you are mad at Sam. It was a dick move to put laxative in your pie, but you must forgive him one day.” You follow Dean around the bunker. “Please, alpha.”
“No!” Dean turns around, pointing his finger at you. “I always give in because you use my weak spot for you against me. Not this time, sweetheart. I won’t let him get away with this.”
You whine when Dean walks away, ready for another prank war with his brother.
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“You’re lucky I didn’t put hair remover in your shampoo,” Dean cackles as his brother angrily stares into the mirror.
“My hair is pink, Dean!” Sammy is furious. He growls at his elder brother, angrily clenching his jaw.
“Sam, you can just rinse it out,” you sigh as your alphas are about to butt heads again. “Let me help you.”
Dean grins when Sam looks into the mirror again. “You look cute with pink hair. Why don’t you put a nice hair bow in your hair?”
“You’ll pay for this!” Sam is about to strangle his brother as you step between them. “Y/N, get out of my way!”
“That is enough!” You stomp your foot. “Laxative in Dean’s pie, itching powder in Sammy’s clothes, Dean’s favorite shirt got ruined, and now Sammy’s hair is pink. I’m done with your stupid pranks! Every year the both of you freak out on April Fool’s”!
“Sweetheart, he made me shit my pants!” Dean argues. “Sam started all of this!”
“My hair is pink!” Sam talks back, angrily tugging at his hair.
“You are both childish, and I won’t have it. Settle things between the two of you. I don’t care if you make each other shit your pants or color your hair. I’m out of this for good again.”
You twirl around and make your way toward your room.
“She’s pissed,” Dean murmurs, eyes drifting toward his brother. He holds back a chuckle. Sam’s hair looks awful.
Sam sighs deeply. “Listen, I’m sorry. The laxative in your pie was stupid.”
“The pink color in your shampoo was stupid too.”
“Armistice?” Sam asks.
“Armistice.” Dean agrees, already planning to get back at Sam next year…
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