#alpha steve rogers series

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 1

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

**plus size reader 

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve prided himself on his self control. He was a Beta before the super soldier serum, and when his body went through the transformation so did his classification. Not only did he have to learn how to operate his new body but as a new Alpha he had to learn how to handle the intense emotions and instincts that came with it. He’d been able to work through most of it without endangering any Omegas along the way. Anytime a moment of weakness chipped at his psyche the words of Dr. Erskine would rattle his brain: “…you must promise me that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier. But a good man.” Good men, good Alphas, did not attack or take what they wanted from others. Steve was well aware of the plight of Omegas in the world. If there was one thing that had stayed consistent throughout his long life it was that Omegas were still considered “less” by many, something to be bred and fulfill Alphas’ needs. He didn’t feel this way, but knew many others did.

After returning the Infinity stones he had gone to see Peggy in the past for closure, but did not stay. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t. He loved her, but she was also an Alpha, and same classification couples never worked out.  Bucky needed him, and a promise of “’til the end of the line” was a promise. He had helped transition Sam into the Captain America role and quickly retired, only advising on missions rather than taking the lead. He tried to reintegrate back into regular civilian life, finding his next adventure. He wanted to move on from Peggy and find an Omega to settle down and have a family with.

So far he had no luck. He had started going by his middle name, Grant, and had grown out his beard and hair again so he wasn’t as recognizable as “Captain America” anymore. The dates he’d gone on had been unsuccessful. Omegas were hard to come by nowadays, and to find one willing to even go on a date was even harder. He felt like he was being a gentleman, not expecting anything from them other than to get to know them and see if it was worth pursuing, but he could feel the anxiety and tension dripping from their scents every time. He couldn’t blame them, but it also made him feel like the magic or allure of a great romance that he was looking for to replace his feelings for Peggy was a pipe dream.

One late Autumn night as he left Bucky’s apartment and headed home he smelled something that made him skid to a stop. Amongst the carved pumpkins and crisp Autumn air was something tantalizing, mouth-watering, and made the hair on the back of his neck raise in anticipation. His body moved towards the smell without him even realizing, his nose held high as he followed the scent down a block and into an old fashioned jazz club. It reminded him of the old dance halls of the 1940s, a live band playing on a stage with tables skirting the walls, making a small circle in the middle for couples to dance. There were vintage Halloween decorations lining the walls and the bar.  He made a mental note to tell Bucky about this place as the scent grew stronger and he blindly walked toward the stage.

“My lovelies!” A drag queen’s deep voice boomed into the microphone. She was dressed in an extravagant vampire costume, and as Steve looked around he noticed almost everyone was dressed in some type of Halloween themed costume or vintage clothes.  “Thank you for coming to tonight’s Autumn Jazz Fest!  Last but certainly not least, is our very own…Emerald Hallow!” The drag queen gave a great flourish with her arm and the curtain behind her opened to reveal the singer. Steve’s heart stuttered as the Alpha in him awoke. She was the scent he followed.  An unmated Omega.  The singer was short and plus size, her voluptuous curves slightly jiggling as she sauntered up to the vintage looking microphone.  She wore a long, flowy, shimmering velvet black dress with sheer lace sleeves that opened wide at her wrists with tassels swaying as she swung her arms, tattoos peeking out from the lace.  The neckline plunged down deep between her large breasts, giving the audience quite the view.  Her long nails were pointy and painted black, gently twisting the tassels as she adjusted the microphone to her height.  She had dyed emerald green hair that was long and finger-waved with two large victory rolls atop.  She wore gold earrings that had deep red hearts with what looked like blood dripping from them, black lipstick and sharp cat-eye eyeliner.  The black lipstick made her teeth look striking as she smiled seductively when the audience clapped for her.  Steve swore under his breath.  She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

“Happy almost-Halloween, my pretties!” she greeted them, some people in the audience whooping and hollering for her.  Steve could feel a growl rumble in his chest at the attention she was getting from others, and mentally chastised himself for losing his composure.  “Would you like to hear some spooky tunes?”  Some more clapping and whooping made her smile wider.  “Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you…so needy,” she teased the audience, winking at someone off to the side.  Steve moved closer to the stage, just off to the side as the band behind her started playing.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening them again as her body started to move to the beat.  “They say that I’m a witch, and that I weave a spell.  Well…”

Emerald danced with her hips and shoulders like singers of old would.  Her scent became heavier to Steve as she did something she obviously loved, and it made his Alpha instincts scream at him to claim her.  He sat himself in a chair at one of the nearest tables, needing to hide his growing erection.

She held out the last note, her voice ringing out as the band hit a big chord at the end and she raised her arms.  The audience cheered loudly, the couples who had been dancing stopped to join in on the applause.  Emerald bowed and acknowledged the band behind her.  Steve clapped and watched her closely.   He was clocking all the Alphas in the audience, making note of the ones who were unmated and watching her like he was.  It made him feel like a creep, but something deep within him was not willing to just walk out and go home.  He was stuck to the spot, and would wait all night if he had to just to get a moment with her.  

She sang a few more songs then suddenly pulled out a chair from behind the piano.  “I’ve got one more for you tonight,” she said.  The audience whined loudly.  “Aaaww, are you gonna miss me?” she teased, sticking her lip out sadly.  She smirked as she set the chair in the middle of the stage and took the microphone out of the stand to freely walk around.  “I’m gonna need a big, strong Alpha volunteer,” she said in a low, seductive voice.  As her eyes swept the crowd multiple loud voices yelled out, hands raising and Alphas standing up from their chairs.  Steve stayed seated, desperately wanting her to choose him but not wanting to come off that way.  He decided to let his instincts take over for just a moment and let off a pheromone scent of himself towards her.  As her eyes continued to look out at the crowd they subtly widened and her back stiffened as her eyes instantly went to him.  Her eyes flashed as she gazed at him, and her smirk deepened.  Steve felt like the air between them was buzzing as he held her gaze, not daring to look away.

“You,” she pointed at him and then curled her finger, gesturing to him to come up.  Steve slowly got up and followed the stairs up to the stage.  There was a chorus of disappointed noises mixed with clapping from the audience as he approached her.  “Take a seat, handsome,” she said, patting the top of the chair.  Steve sat on the chair and looked up at her, memorizing every feature of her face.  “What’s your name?” she asked, standing closer to him and holding the microphone to his face.

“S–Grant,” Steve said, clearing his throat after nearly slipping up on his name.

Emerald eyed him but her smile never faltered.  “Grant.  Everybody say ‘Hello Grant!’”  She held the microphone out to the audience who chanted back at her in greeting him.  “And what do you do, Grant?”

“Consulting,” Steve said automatically, a polite smile on his face as he warred with himself not to reach out and touch her.

“How vague…” Emerald said cheekily, raising her eyebrows and making the crowd laugh.  “It’s alright, keep your secrets, handsome,” she said as she walked behind him then ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, her chin resting on his opposite shoulder, making them cheek to cheek.  “I like a man who is mysterious…��� 

Steve let out a shuddering breath as the jittery energy he felt from her touching him flowed through his veins.  His shoulders and chest felt like they were doused with ice water where she touched him, and his cheek warmed as he blushed with her so close.  The Alpha howled at him to take her, right there in front of everyone, making his hands shake as he quickly folded them together and covered his crotch with his entwined fists.

“Can I sing this last song to you, Grant?” she said, her lips slightly grazing his ear, her hot breath making him shiver.  Steve didn’t trust his voice so he slightly looked towards her and nodded.  “Thank you,” she said, then moved away and turned to the band.  “Shall we, lovies?”

“We shall!” the band called back to her, then counted themselves in.  The melody started into a song Steve actually recognized from some music Sam had recommended to him.

Emerald walked towards the edge of the stage where Steve had walked up and then turned towards him sharply.  “Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes,” she sang, her shoulders keeping the beat.  “A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies,” she continued, twirling around and turning towards the bass player behind her, giving her a wink before facing Steve again.  “And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow.  You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low.”  She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his face.  “And the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush.  You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush!”  The band suddenly picked up, the sound swelling around Steve.  Emerald smiled widely.  “Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  She quickly closed the distance between them and leaned down, her hand reaching out and cupping his jaw, making him move toward her.  Steve’s eyes widened.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?”  She leaned forward as she held his face and nuzzled her nose against his nose.  As the chorus ended she released him and turned, jutting her hips towards him as they rocked to the beat.

“Well I wanna make love to you tonight, I can’t wait til the morning has come,” she sang, looking over her shoulder at him.  He shifted in the seat, his pants feeling even more tight.  “And I know now the timing is just right and straight into my arms you will run,” she walked behind him again, her hand doing as it had done before but this time running down his arm and squeezing his bicep.  “And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you’re never alone.”  She walked around him again until she faced him, then sank down into his lap.  “There and then all my dreams will come true dear, there and then I will make you my own.”  Steve’s hands gripped her hip and her knee to keep her planted on his lap, his hands still shaking at the close proximity and at getting to finally touch her even just a little.  She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder to keep herself upright.

“And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside,” her nails gently scraped against the scent gland on his neck, making him gasp and his mouth drop open as he watched her.  “And I know how much you want me that,” she winked at him, bringing her face slightly closer to his, “you can’t hide.”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together.  He was sure his face was showing nothing but pure desire right now, and couldn’t find it in himself to care.  His grip on her tightened and he swallowed thickly.

“Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  Her fingers moved up and ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing his eyelids to flutter shut at the massage.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you…” she held the note out as she pulled him closer, this time making them nose to nose.  The audience was whooping and hollering again, a chant of “Kiss him!” coming through the crowd as the music paused to build tension.  She stared Steve down, her eyes flickering to his lips once then back up to his eyes.  Steve was breathing heavily, waiting to see what she would do.  After a long beat she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth, just out of reach of his lips.  The audience was a mix of cheers and disappointed groans as she pulled away and licked her lips as she looked at him again before lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.  “My love,” she sang the last line softly, and as the band finished with a jazzy ending she rested her forehead against his forehead as she caught her breath.  Steve didn’t want it to end, holding her firmly against him as the music ended and the audience applause nearly deafened him.  He didn’t want this bubble to burst, this magical moment to end, and yet his hands slipped away when she shifted to stand from his lap.  

Emerald adjusted her dress and stood then took his hand and helped lift him from the chair, holding his hand up in hers high and then gesturing with their joined hands to bow.  Steve bowed with her and plastered a polite smile on his face as he watched her smile widen at the crowd.  “Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She joked, making everyone laugh again as they continued to clap.  “Everybody give it up for our lucky man, Grant!”  Another round of applause erupted as Steve nodded, a shy smile pulling at his mouth.  She pulled his hand towards her and opened her arms for a hug.  Steve happily ducked down to her embrace, his arms resting on her lower back as her free hand gripped his shoulder.  Her face slightly twisted and her lips were by his ear again.  “Meet me at the back door, ten minutes,” she whispered.  Steve nodded minutely before pulling away.  She released him and clapped for him as well as he waved a hand and stepped down from the stage.

As the drag queen who hosted came back out and closed the show Steve grabbed a shot at the bar, paid, then left through the front door.  He quickly rounded the building, down the alley, until he reached the back of the building.  He found the back door and leaned up against the wall next to it to wait.  He didn’t know what would happen next, but if she wanted to see him afterwards then the magical moment must have meant something to her, too.  Eight minutes went by until the door swung open and his green haired beauty emerged.

Her eyes quickly found him and she smirked.  “Grant,” she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Emerald,” Steve greeted her back, pushing himself off the wall.  “Though I’m guessing that’s not your name.”

“You guessed right,” she said.  “Though it seems we’re both using different names, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes widened and his smile fell.  He quickly cleared his throat and looked down.  “That obvious, huh?”

“Probably not to the average person,” she said as she took a step toward him.  “But most people haven’t had a grandparent that was a huge fan of Captain America like I did, who took me to the Smithsonian any chance he got to educate me about the great Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.  I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Though I have to say, I like the longer hair and beard look.  Makes you much more ruggedly handsome.”

Steve’s smile returned and he blushed at her compliment.  “Ruggedly handsome?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled widely at him.  She took another step toward him, making her look up at him.  She analyzed his face for a moment before she sighed heavily.  “Dirty trick you played in there, using your scent on me,” she said quietly, her smile falling.

Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Oh, um…I’m sorry,” he said quickly, embarrassed that although it worked in getting him noticed and chosen, she was obviously not happy with him about it.  

“Hm,” she hummed, looking him over.  “I was going to choose you regardless, you know?” she said, reaching a hand out and running her fingers over the lining of his coat.  “I scented you from the moment you walked in,” she said, her fingers sliding up towards his collar.  “A Manhattan cocktail, with an undertone of sandalwood and amber,” she met his gaze again.  “And a hint of petrichor.”

“Petrichor?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers that gripped his collar lightly.

“The smell after a long awaited rain,” she whispered.  She pulled him down by his collar and guided his face towards her neck.  Steve’s arms wrapped around her like he was hugging her, his grip pulling her flush against him as he nuzzled his nose against her scent gland inhaling deeply.  He felt like he was skipping a lot of steps in the process.  Scenting another person was extremely personal, and not something done by strangers like this.  “You obviously came here for this,” she said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

Steve groaned, getting drunk off the scent that nearly drove him crazy enough to lose control.  She gave it up so easily to him.  “Fuck…” he whispered as his tongue licked along the gland, nipping lightly at her skin.  Her fingers tightened around his coat, a soft whimper falling from her lips.  “I couldn’t tell what it was, but…” he sniffed again, his eyes rolling.  “Bergamot, rose, and sandalwood.  Like the perfumes I used to smell back in the day,” he said as his lips traveled to her jaw and then kissed her cheek softly.  “With a hint of ocean air,” he smirked at her as he pulled away to look at her.  Her eyes were hooded as she looked back up at him, her mouth open as she breathed heavily.  “Your name?” he asked.

She huffed a silent laugh as she smiled.  “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” Steve repeated it, liking the way it felt on his tongue.  

Her smile tightened.  “We should slow down.”

“We should,” Steve agreed, but didn’t let go of her.

She pulled away a little, which almost felt like a punch to his gut.  Y/N looked up at him and mischievously grinned.  “How about you take me out and show me some of that old school charm?  And we’ll see where that leads us.”

Steve chuckled at that, his smile widening.  “You took the words right out of my mouth.  Though it sounds much more smooth coming from you.”

“I can be smooth when I wanna be,” she giggled.  She gave him another look over then stepped back, reaching for and holding one of his hands while fishing out her phone from her coat pocket.  She unlocked the phone and handed it to him.  Steve quickly pulled his phone out and gave it to her as well and they exchanged numbers.  

“I’ll call you,” Steve said as he made sure to save her contact information.

“You better,” Y/N smirked.  She pulled him down by his collar again and kissed the side of his mouth, making him growl impatiently.  It only made her laugh as she stepped out of his reach.  “See you around, Steve,” she said his name in her seductive voice that she used on stage.  

Steve sighed heavily and composed himself.  “See you soon, Y/N.” She walked to the back door and knocked in a pattern, then the bass player walked out, giving her and Steve a once over and scoffing before walking towards one of the cars parked along the back alley.  Y/N waved to Steve then followed the band member, who drove off with her.  Steve watched until she was out of sight then laughed to himself.  This is going to be interesting.

This is the "dirtiest" fic I've written so far. I'm not usually a #stucky fan, but I thought I'd give a crack at it. Hope y'all like it!

[shybluebirdninja]

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

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.

[crazyunsexycool]

The sun ☀️, the moon 🌙, and the stars ✨

Chapter 11: heat of the moment

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

Word count: 3.9k

Warning: smut! All the smut… I don’t think I’ve ever written so much smut for one chapter! Heat, ruts, claiming, biting, bond marks little tiny bit of insecure reader at the end. Some oral (f receiving), tiny bit of choking (you’ll see),

A/N:I’m surprised wrote this so quickly but I had been thinking about this chapter for a while. As always let me know your thoughts, I appreciate the reblogs and comments it hyped me up to write more.

Series Masterlist

“My heat?”

“Yeah sunshine. It makes sense we’ve been around each other nonstop for the last week and a half. It was bound to happen.”

“But it didn’t feel so-so bad last time.” You whined.

“Possibly because you’ve been with the three of us constantly.” Sam says. “What do you want to do, sunshine? We can get Bruce here to help get rid of the symptoms or…”

“Or what?”

“We could help you through it. But it’s your choice if we claim you or not.” Steve says.

“Would you want to?” Your voice was small and you were afraid that they’d say no.

“Of course we do, you’re our best girl.” Bucky speaks up.

“I’d like that. To have your marks, all three of you.” You said before groaning when you felt more slick forming between your legs. It didn’t help that their scents were stronger now, this was just your body’s way of reacting to them.

“Ok, sweetheart. Everything is your choice, we’ll do what you want. Who do you want first?”

You looked at the three of them wide eyed.

“Sunshine, you’re ok. You’re safe with us. Just say the word and we’ll stop ok?”

You nodded, your brain foggy and thinking about only one thing.

“Use your words baby.”

“What I say goes.”

“Good girl.” Sam purrs out as he sat down in the nest you’d built.

Before Steve and Bucky left you and Sam, you practically demanded their shirts to add to the nest. Their scents helped soothe you. Any of them would have been a good choice as your first but Sam had been the one you connected with first. He had eased your worries about being in a relationship not only with an alpha but with the three of them. It would only make sense that as your hindbrain took over that you’d seek that same comfort in this part of the relationship.

“Tell me what you want, omega?”

“You. I want you alpha.” You whined as you straddled his thick thighs.

Sam didn’t stop you when you played with the hem of his t-shirt and then pulled it over his head. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times and you’ve even had a few make out sessions that also ended with him shirtless but this was different. Sam placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer before crashing his lips into yours. He only pulls away to take off your shirt and then his lips are on your neck and chest until he takes your nipple in his mouth. Your hips jerk forward as a reaction to his ministrations. Especially when his hand finds its place between your thighs and is expertly teasing your clit.

“Sam please.”

“I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” He murmured against your skin.

Without warning he ripped the leggings you were wearing. Which was a good thing because you felt like you were burning up.

“Is all this for me?” Sam said with a cocky smirk as he felt the wetness that pooled between your legs.

“Alpha, please. Need you.”

“So pretty when you beg, omega.”

Sam moved you back slightly, enough to pull down his sweats. At any other moment you would have realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear but right now you were more interested in getting some sort of relief. Your attention was on his hardened length and instinctively you wrapped your hand around it and began to move it up and down. You preened when he moaned out your name.

“Y/N, are you sure you want this? Do you want me to claim you?” He asked one more time before he completely lost himself. You couldn’t tell yet but his rut was being triggered just by your heightened scent alone.

“Yes alpha. Want your mark and your knot.”

Sam growled at that and then an arm wrapped around you, pulling you up so that he could line himself up with your entrance. Your breath hitched as you lowered yourself onto him. You had been with a beta once but he didn’t compare to Sam. Sam was bigger, you were sure they would all be. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable at the beginning. He was gently running his hands up and down your thighs to keep you grounded and kissing your neck and chest to distract you. Once you were fully seated and you had a chance to get used to him, he cursed under his breath.

“Are you good, sunshine?”

“Mhm.”

“Take your time baby, I’m all yours. It’s just us, nothing else matters.” Sam smiles up at you as his hands move to your hips.

But you couldn’t wait anymore and you rolled your hips. You moaned as you did it once and a second time. Sam helps you build a steady rhythm by guiding your hips. Soon that isn’t enough and your hands are on his shoulders as you start to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck ‘mega. Feel so good, taking me so well.” Sam mutters. The grip he has on your hips tightens as he starts to take control. It causes more slick to drip from your center and you whine. “Make a mess on my cock ‘mega. Just like that.”

“Alpha, please.” You beg. “W-wanna cum.” You were right there on the edge of bliss but you needed a small push.

His scent was intoxicating, the way Sam held you close was comforting but it was the way he looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world that made you throw your head back. Giving him easy access so that he could claim you. Sam shifted under you a bit, planting his feet firmly and thrusting up into you. That was all you needed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. It was sudden the wave of pure bliss crashed over you. Sam nearly growled as you clenched around him. Then you felt his teeth break skin but there was no pain, not when he helped you through your orgasm.

You were panting and resting your forehead against his shoulder while he rolled his hips a few more times before his knot locked you into place. He guided you to his neck, urged you to claim him just as he had you and you did it happily and he came with a grunt of your name.

The bond snapped into place and you’d never felt so alive or connected to anyone before.

“So good for me ‘mega.” Sam said softly as he pulled a blanket over you. He kissed your temple. You wanted to say something but you were so tired, your eyelids felt heavy. “It’s ok. Just rest.”

Without a worry in the world you relaxed against him and closed your eyes.

****

“Sam?” You called out as you woke up, worried he had left you.

“I’m right here sunshine.” He poked his head out from the bathroom and smiled at you.

Warmth spread through your chest as you made eye contact and your hand flew to your neck. There you found his mark on you and his smile brightened even more.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Great actually but…”

“But?”

“A little sore.” You said, a bit afraid he’d be upset but he smirked instead. Pride flooded the bond.

“Yeah you are.”

“Sam!” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and more slick formed at the thought of what you had done with him.

“It’s ok baby. I have just the thing for you.”

He walked out of the bathroom and without missing a beat he picked you up. The bathroom was warmer and there were a few candles set up. The bathtub was filled with water and you could smell whatever scented oils he used. There were a few flower petals floating on top too. Sam turned in order to set you down in the tub but your grip on his neck tightened.

“Get in with me?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Of course.”

Sam got in first and then you did, sitting between his legs and resting your back against his chest. His fingers delicately drew patterns up and down your arm and you sighed contently.

“Thank you.” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?”

“Everything. You’ve been wonderful.”

“Baby, I’d do anything for you. We all would.” He says.

“I know.” You turn to look at him. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful and I’d do anything for the three of you.”

Sam smiles and places a gentle, loving kiss on your lips.

“Well all I want you to do for me right now is to get comfortable again and enjoy this bath before things get intense again.”

You smile and do as he says, enjoying the feel of his kiss on his mark.

Sam had placed you back in your nest. He cuddled with you a bit longer but as your heat built up again he knew it was time for him to let Steve or Bucky in. Even though he was reluctant to do so. Even amongst a pack like theirs possessiveness was bound to happen during an omega’s first heat with her alphas if there were more than one. He knew it was ridiculous to feel that way but he couldn’t help it.

With one last kiss to your forehead Sam got out of the nest you’d built that now smelled like sex. He was replaced by Bucky at your request. You sighed happily when you felt his vibranium hand caress your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky checked in with you.

“Bad, need you.”

“I know, moonbeam. I’m gonna take care of you now.” Bucky cooed. “Do you still want this? Want my mark on your neck?”

You only nodded as you felt that all familiar fuzziness taking over.

“Use your words darling.”

“Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl.” Bucky smirked as you preened.

He pulled back the blanket you’d been wrapped up in, leaving you bare for him. Bucky inhaled deeply as the sweet scent of French lavender, violets and honey that usually lulled him into a sense of calm, now made him feel alive in a different way. He couldn’t help but settle in between your legs. His lips moving up your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses. Bucky didn’t waste any time as he licked a long stripe from your weeping entrance to your clit. He growled at your taste before sealing his lips around your bundle of nerves.

You gasped at the sensation and your hands found their way into Bucky’s hair. The sweet sounds you were making were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Soon enough he slowly started using a finger to fuck you.

“So fucking good omega.” He murmured against your mound before he started to flick his tongue over your clit.

“Alpha please.”

If the heat alone wasn’t enough, Bucky’s very talented mouth wiped all functions from your brain. You knew what you wanted but you couldn’t ask for it. Not with the way he was using two fingers to find that spongy spot inside. The need low in your belly built quickly and you found yourself grinding against his face.

“Be a good girl and cum for your alpha.” Bucky growled and it sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. You moaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It took a moment to come down from that high but when you did Bucky was gently caressing your cheek. He smiled at you when you finally looked up at him.

“So pretty when you cum, omega. I wanna see you do it on my knot.”

“Please alpha.” You reached for him and he gladly ducked his head and kissed you. Another moan escapes your lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky moves to hover over you without breaking the kiss. Your legs part willingly as he settles himself in between them. When you feel his cock, already hard and leaking precum, against your heat you roll your hips.

“So desperate ‘mega. Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips and you moaned.

You nod and whine as he pulls away slightly. Bucky lines himself up, groaning as he pushes in.

“Look at that, you were made just for me.”

His hands find yours and he puts them over your head, pinning them with one hand. Bucky is slow with a roll of his hips. As much as he wanted to go fast and hard, he remembered that you were more delicate. He had much more restraint than he realized, even when you sounded so pretty.

“Alpha…”

“What do you want, omega? Tell me.” He ran his nose along your neck and he placed a kiss over Sam’s mark before giving your breasts attention.

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Faster. Harder.”

The growl that rumbled in his chest had you clenching around him.

“Are you sure about that darling? Think you can handle me fucking you like that?”

“Yes, please. Need it.”

Bucky smirked, his eyes completely dark and full of lust. His hand letting go of yours and traveling down your body until they’re at your hips. He pulled away from you, sitting up on his haunches and pulling you with him. Bucky snaps his hips once, testing out if that’s really what you want. You throw your head back with a moan as you hold on to his forearms. He does it again and again until he’s built a rhythm that is pushing you to the edge. He knows it just by the way you flutter and clench around him, that and the chorus of yes and alpha that pour out from your mouth.

When you finally reach your peak and you’re engulfed in pure pleasure, Bucky leans over and marks you. You feel his teeth break skin and then his tongue runs over the new mark. The next thing you feel is his knot and you will yourself to look up at him. He’s so beautiful like this, completely blissed out and barely holding back. Bucky offers you his neck and you claim him just how he had done with you. His knot catches and keeps him in place as he whispers your name. With a few final sloppy thrusts, Bucky cums.

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you with him so that you’re laying on top of him completely. With a satisfied sigh and a smile on both your lips you let sleep take you as Bucky mutters praises in your ear.

****

To your surprise Bucky is still in the nest with you. He was seated up with his back resting against the pillows you had placed to the side earlier. He smiles as you look up at him.

“Hey there sleepyhead.”

“Hey.” You sit up and move to straddle his thighs and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, just wanna be close to you.”

You missed Bucky’s sweet smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close for a few minutes, just enjoying the new bond that had been formed between the two of you.

“You need to drink some water.” He muttered a few minutes later. You pulled back to see he had a water bottle close by as well as some snacks. “Gotta keep your energy up, darling.” He said when he followed your eyes.

“I don’t want to eat.”

“What, all you wanna do is fuck?” He teases.

“Yeah.” You teased right back and he laughed. It was still a new and strange sensation, feeling his happiness through the bond. Along with that feeling Sam’s curiosity piqued.

“Just a few bites of something darling. Let me take care of you.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.” Bucky’s praise sent a shiver up your spine.

The rest of the time with Bucky was spent cuddling and napping. You weren’t sure what time it actually was but you didn’t care as you were lulled to sleep with the coolness of Bucky’s left hand on your forehead.

The door opens slowly to reveal Steve. He was shirtless and was wearing sweats that hung low on his hips. The sight was mouth watering. He had a smirk on his face and a dark, lust blown look in his eye.

“Hi my sweet starlight.” He said as he walked in and closed the door.

“Hi.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Just you.” You whispered.

“Good answer.”

Although Steve is radiating the confidence that comes with being the head of the pack, both the team and personal, he’s gentle as he gets into the nest. He still understands how vulnerable you are at the moment. Steve hovers over you as he crashes his lips against yours. This kiss is more dominant and all consuming than any you’d shared before. You moan against his lips as his hands find your breasts and palms them.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks against your lips and you nod. “Do you want more?” You nod again.

“Please alpha, need more.”

“Then present for your alpha.” He whispered in your ear.

The command left no room for argument. Not that you would, the growl laced within it spoke directly to your inner omega. You scrambled to get on your hands and knees. Just for good measure you lowered your chest toward the floor and wiggled your hips for him. You heard his groan and then felt a sting on your ass from where he smacked you.

“Such a tease. You’ve been doing it for weeks.” He mutters before smacking your ass again after hearing your moan.

“You’re a tease.”

“Is that what you think baby?”

“Yes.” You say breathlessly as you feel Steve shift behind you and run his hardened length between your folds to gather the slick that has accumulated there.

“No more teasing then. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

“Please alpha.” You wiggle your ass for him one more time before he buries himself inside you in one thrust.

That was enough to knock the wind out of your lungs and your mouth to hang open. Steve could feel you clenching around him and it took everything in him to not fuck you into oblivion. At least not yet, he knew he needed to ease into it. Steve pulled back slowly and immediately you felt empty so you pushed back into him.

“Someone’s desperate.” He teases while grabbing your hips to keep you in place.

Then he pushes back into your warm cunt. Steve leaves a trail of kisses up your spine while he ruts into you.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” He whispers into your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Steve straightens up and starts to thrust harder and faster. You grip the pillow closest to you as you take every inch of him. He’s turned you into putty in his hands and all you can do is moan and writhe beneath him.

It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling that fire deep in your belly build. It’s obvious to Steve that you’re close with the way you’re making a mess and fluttering around his cock. His hand snakes around your body and wraps around your throat and he pulls you up. Steve moves his free hand from your hip to your clit, giving you added stimulation.

“Alpha… So good.” You said, over and over again.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? I know you are. I can feel you squeezing me. So fucking tight.”

The combination of his filthy words, thrusts and hand between your legs was enough. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and the only thing keeping you up is Steve’s arms around you. His head is buried in your neck and that’s when you realized he’s left his mark on your neck. Before you can enjoy the feeling, Steve is pulling away and laying you down on your back before settling between your legs again. He smiles down at you while he lines himself up again.

This time when you look at him you can see the tenderness in his eyes. He’s gentle and caring with how he searches for his own release. Your hand comes up to caress his cheek as he whispers your name as he finds his own bliss and exposes his next to you. His knot seals you together for the moment, but your mark on his neck seals you together forever. Before moving Steve peppers kisses all over your face. Then as carefully as he can he moves to lay on his side. Your leg thrown over his hip and his arms around your waist to keep you close.

****

You’re cuddled up next to Steve when an overwhelming feeling washes over you. You can’t stop the silent tears that slip through your lashes and fall on his bare chest. He pulled back to get a better look at you at the sensation and noticed the tears.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he sits up, bringing you with him. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. There’s no real way to explain it. Soon the door to the room opens to reveal Bucky and Sam. They both have worried expressions on their faces.

“Talk to me baby. What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

“No, I just- I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels like a lot.” You said as you moved into Steve’s lap looking for comfort.

The three alphas look at each other, concerned that maybe they moved too fast. The last thing they wanted was to make you feel forced or trapped in a relationship.

“I’ve been so alone for most of my life. But now I have you, all of you. What if I’m not go-“

“Don’t even think about it.” Bucky cut you off. “We’ve talked about this darling. On our date remember.” He was sitting beside Steve so that you could see him. “Feeling like we don’t belong but we do, you do. That feeling right now, I know it. I felt the same way when I was first mated and bonded.”

“You did?”

“Yeah I did. It took me a while to figure out what that overwhelming feeling that sits right,” he leans forward and touches your chest. “There. It’s the bond and more importantly what you’re feeling is love. It’s the love we have for you.”

“You love me?”

“Sweetheart of course we do.”

“We love you so much.”

“Absolutely.”

They all said at the same time.

“I- I love you too. All of you.” You admitted.

That feeling in your chest warmed you from the inside out. Steve tipped your head back and kissed you softly.

“You have us and we never want you to doubt your place in our pack.” Sam adds. “I don’t think you’ve realized it but you’ve got us wrapped around your finger, sunshine.”

The following few days were a blur. Sam, Bucky and Steve’s rut started a few hours after your heat. The four of you were a tangled mess of limbs within the confines of your nest. They took care of you and you returned the favor.

It was overwhelming and scary, comforting and safe. The more you settled into the bond the more at home you felt. Never again would you be alone. You had your pack to make you feel safe and loved and cherished.

In those first few days understanding the bond and the connection with all three alphas was confusing. But then it clicked. You realized you were more than true mates, your souls were connected too.

Ch 12

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3 & 5 together make me think of "when you're trying to do something but your partner is feeling needy." Probably Alpha Steve & Bucky with Omega Bean.

Needy had found a new definition in Steve and Bucky. The two alphas who had each other the majority of their lives had turned their neediness onto you once you’d let your walls down enough to allow them in.

It didn’t seem to matter if you were studying or reading for your own enjoyment, Steve or Bucky would try and be by your side or in your lap. Often when you would be reading or studying, one of them would lift you from whatever you were sitting on just so they could be your new bed or chair.

“Just making sure you’re comfy, Bean.” Bucky had been the last to make you use him as a chair, draping you across his lap with a smile that nearly overshadowed his horniness.

“You look cold.” Steve would sit in front of you and press his chest to your knees, his arms wrapped around your calves. “Let me warm you up.”

“Read to us, Omega Bean.” Bucky would whisper in your ear, making a small request to hear your voice as if you could produce an autonomous sensory meridian response in them.

When the three of you left campus and found an apartment, their neediness never faltered. When Steve and Bucky began playing for the NFL, it had gotten more intense since they were gone for weeks or what seemed like months on end.

They were desperate to feel you, see you, catch a fresh breath of your scent or even just hear your voice. It was a mutual need, a mutual want that had flourished and thrived like the bond that held you together.

“I just want to feel,” Steve would whisper in your ear, his hand slipping underneath your shirt to rest his hand upon your growing bump, “our pup.”

“Growing every day,” Bucky would mumble under his breath, nosing along the protrusion of you belly with his eyes glimmering with pride, “we’re gonna have babies, bean!”

And then, the pivotal moment came when your pups were born. The moment arrived where your innocent and sweet little babes were swaddled and held tightly by their daddies.

“Baby beans,” Steve exhaled shakily, tears threatening to spill over, “Buck…we’re dads.”

“I know, punk.” Bucky, just as overtaken with pride, shared in the excitement. “Our cute little baby beans, and mama bean.”

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - your ex-husband interrupts your time with your new man, causing a small fight to break out.

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

summary - just something cute.

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you tease your loving boyfriend with photos of you, the only problem is... he's in a work meeting.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you surprise your boyfriend with a replica of his uniform, and the only difference is that it's more slutty.

𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - you confessed your feelings to dean and ended up getting hurt, only to find love in a much better man.

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞… 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve compares you to someone he knows you are jealous/insecure about, causing you to become distant. he asks for your forgiveness, but do you forgive him?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳❦

summary - steve was the one that got away... but did he really?

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❥

summary - your stepdad doesn't like how close his friend is getting to you, so the only way to solve the issue is to get inside you.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ♡➳

summary - after everything that happened with bucky, you found comfort in steve, slowly falling for him as he becomes your knight in shining armour. when you finally become his, it's the best day of your life.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 ❥

summary - steve and you have something in common, he likes pulling your hair, and you love when he pulls on your hair.

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ❥

summary - you get steve hot and bothered…

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❥

summary - when you agreed to be steve's, you also agreed to be used whenever he saw fit.

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❥

summary - you get spanked by steve for what you're wearing.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve left you for peggy, only to realise five hours in that she was no longer the woman he loved. when he came back, five years had passed. will you ever forgive him for the sake of your son? or is your future with him no more?

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - you wished you had more time with him.

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥

summary - the moment steve saw you, he knew he needed to have you. so he thought the best way to get to know you… was to stalk you, what happens when he finally makes his move?

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ♡

summary - two idiots in love.

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 ➳

summary - you are sad and want steve to fuck the sad out of you.

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬 ➳ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ➳♡ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 3 ➳♡

summary - morgan gets hurt while at a family/friend gathering, causing all the women's instincts to kick in except yours. which doesn't end well for your relationship with a man from the 40s

summary - after your breakup with steve, you change, no longer wanting to deal with your emotions. after months of your team not hearing from or seeing you, they decide to track you down.

summary - you found your happiness

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡

summary - harley's ex, the joker, kidnaps you. causing the two teams to come and save you.

𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - steve cancels another date, this one being for your anniversary, to 'help' sharon.

𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡

summary - steve is there for you when you don't feel okay emotionally.

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you've wanted your dad's best friend since you met him, but he seems to pay less attention to you than you would've liked. so, the only thing you could think of was to tease him at a pool party.

𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮… ➳

summary - you love steve, but have to let him go.

𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐞 ➳

summary - the family you thought you had let you down, so you show up, showing them they didn’t break you.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡❥

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you are in love with your stepbrother and vice versa.

𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - you go on a double date with your man, best friend and best friend's man.

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥

summary - you are friends with benefits with steve, and your favourite position is being on top.

𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ���❥

summary - you and steve have spent hours trying to find his best friend, and it ends with him taking his frustration out on you.

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you are scared of thunder and quickly find comfort in your stepfather and step-uncle's arms.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧) ➳♡

summary - you haven’t been dating steve for long and you get into a fight, he finally finds out about your past relationship.

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 ���𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ➳❦

summary - steve cheats on you, causing the team to turn against you to save the world from hating him. years later, you finally seek your revenge.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - you have some soft sex with the bearded super solider.

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐲 𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ❥

summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ➳♡❥

summary - a series following a wife who discovers a betrayal that leads back to her wedding day and even further. with a broken heart, will fate succeed in leading her back to the destiny designed for her or will she forever be alone and broken?

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥

summary - your mum leaves the house, leaving you alone with your stepdad and stepbrother.

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡❥

summary - steve knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way towards his neighbour, especially since you’re married.

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

[late-to-the-party-81]

My beginning, my end, my everything

Time to put Alpha Nomad Steve and his Omega onto a series master list

Main story line

Need you now 🍆😭

Surprise, Surprise 😭🥰

Her Alpha 🍆🥰

Birthday Gifts 🍆🥰

Headcanons/What-it’s

Surprise, Surprise What-if 😭🩸

[buckyownsmylife]

Finding You #21 - Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson or Frank Adler smut (your choice!)

The one with somnophilia

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

A/N: Another short drabble!

I watched her sleep peacefully between Andy and Ransom, her breasts moving with every breath she took.

She must have been tired, the poor thing. We really were insatiable when it came to her, and unfortunately, I wasn’t able to hold myself back just yet.

I needed to have her again.

“Hey, it’s me…” I whispered against her shoulder once I was able to fit my body between my brother’s and behind hers, in bed. “Kiss me, kiss me.”

Our noses bumped as she struggled to abide by my wishes, still being more or less asleep, but it was everything that I wanted.

She was everything that I had always wanted.

Despite her lack of help, it wasn’t hard pulling her underwear to the side and shoving myself inside of her. I mentally complained about my brothers for dressing her up, knowing another one of us would unavoidably want to be buried in her after they were done, but since I was able to make do, I figured I shouldn’t really complain all that much.

A few little tears escaped the corners of her eyes as she moaned, a bit in pleasure and a bit in pain from being used so much. I kissed them away as I started to gently move in and out of her.

“Shh…” I tried to quiet her down so she’d continue sleeping. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes remained closed as I fucked into her softly, but I knew she wasn’t asleep anymore. So I grabbed her ass as I drilled into her deeper, pulling her leg up to help me in my intentions.

“Tell me you love me,” I quietly begged, right against her ear as I heard her breathing get shallower and shallower. “Please?”

“I love you,” she answered at the same volume, careful not to wake up the boys. “I love you, Alpha.”

And that was everything that I needed.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

On The Hunt: One Step Ahead

Summary- 4.2k Alpha Steve x Little One. Back in Wakanda now, You join T'Challa and his shifters in the hunt for finding panthers being taken and sold. Steve and Bucky are finding more of Bucky's past as the White Wolf but no leads as to Hydra's current movements.

Warning- Steve living in intimate memories. Trafficking humans.

A/N- Thank you to everyone who is following this series. I'm sorry if you all hate Steve still, I hope I can one day redeem him for you. My wonderful beta for this series is no longer on Tumblr, but I have to thank her anyways for still being willing to read through this for me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics Happy Reading! 🐺💙

Chapter One / Masterlist

The heated mugginess was getting to your Little Wolf, her panting becoming as uncomfortable in your mind as the sweat dripping down the side of your face, causing you to ache to swipe it away, flick the offending moisture off of you. 

Wolves of the north weren’t meant for the oppressive jungle closing in from overhead, making it a proper hot box. They were shifters used to the shade of towering mountains that blew deep cold into the open valleys.

But this is where you were and you weren't about to be deterred from your mission. 

Still have an eye on them Y/N? T’Challa’s voice came through the tech you had in your ear. You shifted in a crouch among the heavy leaves, creating enough coverage for the men loading the truck with cages who wouldn’t even notice. Nor did they scent you as the air was laden with the scent of fear from the cages. 

You took the chance to whisper back. “I’m counting three with the trucks, but there are more.” 

The Little Wolf quieted as she inhaled, sorting through the scents in the air. <At least two, maybe three.> 

“Possibly two out of sight, one in the cab.” 

 You glanced up, your eyes sharpening as across the small opening in the jungle you could see a black shadow creeping among the trees. Another voice came through the tech, an exasperated female tone. We do not have all night. 

Oyoke was ready and from what you could tell, this was the best chance to take them without any of the victim’s getting hurt. 

There was a bit of silence and you could see T’Challa still up in the tree’s. The truck engine started, shifting into gear. 

<It’s now, we can never keep up with moving vehicles.> The Little Wolf snapped in her anxiety to retrieve the victims. You were about to make your own protest and risk getting caught when the King dropped from the trees ahead, his vibranium suit protecting him as he landed on the trucks engine, shuddering it to a stop. He flipped back out of sight as the men burst out of the truck, streaming into the treeline looking for the man. 

They were quickly met with quiet spears landing in there chests. A sound of alarm came and gunfire was shot off into the trees. 

The smugglers in their haste to find who was attacking them left the truck unattended. The Little Wolf thumped her paws impatiently, itching to give chase while you slunk out with Nakia, the panther silent on her feet as she slipped into the back of the truck. You listened as Nakia assured the victims. “Okay, we can get out of here Y/N.” 

It was the confirmation you needed, giving a thump against the side of the truck to say you heard and you glanced around to make sure the smugglers were still occupied. Jumping into the cab of the truck, you searched for keys and cursed that they must have taken them. 

<Hot wire it.> 

You already know I was gonna. You snapped back at your wolf as you yanked the wires out. Gunfire and more shouting could be heard from the distance, but it was getting closer, quickly. 

Nakia yanked a small back window open, again the smell of fear from the back overwhelmed you, making your Little Wolf snarl aggressively, ready to lash out at whoever came close. It made you bare your teeth in a hiss. “They are coming Y/N” 

“And we’re…” You struck the wires quickly, cursing mentally till the engine rumbled, roughly, it made a worrying groaning noise that made you think T’Challa landed harder than necessary on the hood. “Gone.” You put it in a squealing groan and the truck jumped forward. Your door flung open and in a flash a hand reached through, grabbing at you. 

“Not with our profit!” 

“Fuck.” You tried pulling out of the smuggler’s hold, slamming your foot on the gas to race down the bumpy road, attempting to dislodge his hold on you. Yells from the back sounded in alarm as everyone was tossed around, cages sliding. You just hoped you hadn’t crushed Nakia in the process. “Get off.” You twisted, doing anything to break loose as the hand tightened its hold, his fingers digging into your scalp. 

“STOP THIS TRUCK.” 

Fine… You tried slamming him into some trees alongside of the road, your body being half yanked out of the seat and almost out the window. “Hold on!” You screamed out, slamming your foot on the brake and feeling the truck almost roll as your hair was ripped out of your scalp while the smuggler was thrown. 

The massive brute of a man didn't go far, you revved the truck preparing to just run him over when from the top of the truck a black panther jolted off, claws outstretched. She landed on him, knocking him back down while her claws sunk in and the panther’s lethal bite latched to the back of his neck, severing vertebrae almost immediately. 

“Nakia, I swear to everything that better be you.” A flick of her tail made you breathe easier. The body got dragged and Nakia thumped back into the rear of the truck. 

Once the pantheress was secured in the back, you resumed driving, this time going at a reasonable pace while leaving the smugglers to their fate with the King and the Dora Milaje.

You sighed in the hot water as you sunk down into the extravagant tub, letting the bubbles rise up to your chin. 

<More heat? We spent all day in the jungle.> Your Little Wolf complained while you let the hot water soak your sore muscles. After the mission today and all the work after getting the Panthers into medical bay to be checked over, you retreated to your room. T’Challa had everything you needed sent up so you could recover in privacy like you preferred. 

You feel all the aches like I do. You pointed out as you slipped yourself under, scrubbing blood and grit out of your hair, tentatively touching your scalp before rising again to gasp for air. 

<Sure we ache, but that's not all it is.> Your Little Wolf sighed as she stretched herself out to cool off. You frowned, knowing what she was pointing out. Another month of being in heat and your body physically revolted against you, just as much as your mind felt every day having lost your bond with your mate and he turned away. Your Little Wolf felt the sudden wave of sadness and pushed assuringly against your mind, trying to ease the pain you both shared. <We can take the pills that Tony sent… if it's too much.>

You were silent as you started washing. But I don’t want to. It will erase anything of the bond I have with Steve still. You swiped at tears. I can’t erase him from my heart for good even though he broke it. 

<I don’t want to lose it either.> The Little Wolf echoed softly, a pained howl rising from the depth and you immediately recognized it. Her song to her Alpha, calling him home. Sudsy hands covered your face as you gave a sob, finally submitting to your pain now that you were alone again. 

“Where you at?” Steve said in the comm, approaching the compound with stealth. The wolves around him were just as silent, low to the ground as they were all focused, hyper aware on the compounds gates. 

“I got you Steve, you are all clear. We’re ready with above ground cover.” Bucky's voice came through, assuring Steve that his back was covered. 

<Now or never Steve, we have watched them for days and they still have no idea we’re about to ambush them.> The large Alpha was primed and ready for the attack. With a wave of his hand, the wolves in his command streamed out of their hiding spots, with Steve leading them forward. He blocked the feeble attempt of shots coming from it with a heavy shield on his forearms, pushing forward till above them Bucky and his sharpshooters cleared the path to the front gate. 

Getting inside proved to be easier then Steve had hoped it would be, meaning it was just a compound of lower concern for Hydra. They went from room to room, collecting the Hydra beta’s with a sharp Alpha command from him. All of it was so easy, the wide compound stale with misuse except for the small group occupying it. Another dead end for the team. 

There was still information to shift through, looking for other possible targets. Steve was going through the compound, mapping it out with his Wolf while his team started in on the computer systems protected in the center when he sensed Bucky entering with his team. “Where is Captain Rogers?” Steve heard him briskly ask one of their team. 

“He is in the back Sergent.” The wolf directed Bucky. Steve scanned the room filled with cages one last time, the air stale and unused. Steve growled frustrated as he turned from the room and left it. 

Bucky came up alongside him as he strode down the hall and made his way towards the exit and where the compounds latest residents were being held. 

The few Hydra wolves that were collected submitted easily, a small group of beta’s that Steve felt had been abandoned long ago and forgotten. He squatted in front of one kneeling in cuffs, his head drooping in exhaustion. “Beta, what were your orders here?” 

The ones nearby shuffled in the same positions, avoiding looking at the Alpha questioning them. Bucky stayed back, letting Steve work. “I can’t, my Alpha forbid me to talk.” He tried avoiding Steve’s gaze, but Steve pushed him with a growl, an alpha order that made the beta go rigid, fighting against his previous orders before he submitted to Steve. “We were to stay behind, hold this compound safe for Hydra’s use if they needed a place to go to ground.” 

“And who ordered you to do this?” Steve asked gently, no longer pushing his authority on the Beta. The Beta finally looked at him, then over his shoulder, pointing at Bucky. “He did.” 

Steve sighed with a drop of his head, even talking to the remaining wolves was proving useless for further info. They were just hitting Brock’s old hideout’s and Bucky growled out in frustration, making the beta’s flinch and pull back, averting there gazes to everywhere but him. It was clear that they were scared of him as Soldat, the air turning sour with fear. 

Bucky snapped past Steve and went back outside, away from the hydra betas. Steve followed him out to see his best friend battling his own demons. “He’s right… I should remember this place and giving those orders and I don’t.” Bucky tensed a moment, every bit of Sergeant that he was and covering his distress. “The White Wolf is still blocking memories from me. I’m not any use to you Steve.” 

“Well, I would rather have you with me than anyone else.” Steve clasped Bucky’s shoulder assuringly. The two men both looked tired, the months of being on the hunt getting to both of them now. Steve tried not to let himself think too much about what that meant for him. His mission had been to get the head of Hydra and destroy it to keep the packs safe. 

To keep you safe from him. It had been months, so many months since he left you in that hospital room. He knew you were safe, but he knew little else about what you were doing now. Sara refused to tell him, her loyalty to you made Steve feel better. Sam wouldn’t defy his mate giving detailed information and Steve wouldn’t ask him to. 

As long as you were safe, that was the only question he asked from Sam anymore. 

Dragging his thoughts back from getting lost in you, his Wolf simmered from somewhere deep in his mind, the beast grew distant with Steve as well, leaving him with silence most of the time unless they were on the verge of an attack. Turning back to Bucky, he made a suggestion to his frustrated packmate. “Let's regroup, and see if any of this information is of any use. The team needs a rest anyways, we have been running them hard for weeks now.” 

Bucky was quiet for a moment, letting it sink in. Steve guessed he was trying to reach his beast but, he was absent, unwilling to come back into the consciousness of the man after he killed Brock. “Let’s go.” Bucky pressed for his com, barking out orders to collect the intel and hydra wolves, they were going ‘home’. 

It felt sour to Steve, calling that home. Home was far to the mountains, where a Little Wolf he once called his sang her song in his woods, ran his trails, slept in his bed and showed him what it was like to be bonded with someone who loved him. There was a small bit of comfort in knowing you were safe with the rest of the pack. Steve didn’t want to ponder too much if you might have taken another as your mate. Such thoughts made his chest ache tiredly. Wearily the Alpha snarled at the intrusive thoughts of his mate with another. Steve trailed after Bucky, suddenly tired. Once more him and his Alpha lost in the memories. 

“So you excited?” Shuri jabbered next to you as you both strolled down to her lab. “You should be because I outdid myself!” Your Little Wolf excitedly yipped, having a great fondness for the brilliant panther, often times when the full moon was out, the princess would join you on your jogs around Wakanda, letting your Little Wolf run as if with a pack once again. 

Home was always an option, Sam made sure that you knew where you belonged and that The Pack was always your family. But it hurt too much to be there, Steve’s cabin was vacant now. Waiting for either of you to return. 

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be excited about?” You shoulder bumped Shuri affectionately. She just gave a wicked grin and bumped her wrist against the lock, making the door whoosh open. Shuri let you go and skipped into her lab, various machines buzzing to life and popping up screens at just her presence. 

“Stark is gonna be so jealous.” Shuri giggled as you followed her inside. You snorted in amusement, knowing fully about the competitiveness the Alpha had with the panther. So far Shuri with her advanced technology built from the vibranium was edging Tony’s tech out, but he wasn’t far behind. 

“Okay, but what is it Shuri?” 

She was hitting buttons and the wall opened up to reveal panther suits and other gadgets Shuri had enhanced. You admired the glinting gear, knowing as beautiful as all of it was, it was lethal too. Shuri beckoned you down the wall, pausing where rings and bracelets were. “This is it.” She pulled up what looked like two thin wire bracelets, glinting hints of sliver and purple in the light. “Hold out your wrists Y/N.” 

“It’s not silver is it?” you teased, playing on the werewolf myth. Shuri rolled her eyes at you while fitting them over your hands to dangle over your wrists. 

“You gonna turn into a wolf beast on the full moon and hunt us down. Drooling everywhere?” Shuri snickered at you. Letting go of your hands, she stepped back. “Okay, tap them together when you’re ready.” 

You shook out your arms to feel the weight, which you could barely tell they were there but when you tapped them, the chains expanded, racing up your arms to cover your forearms in metal. “Okay cool!” You twisted your arms to look at how they covered you. 

Shuri looked happy with your reaction. “If you tap again, it will cover more and go across your chest. Give a very firm and determined shake of your wrists and a vibranium energy shield will pop up.” She waved her hand encouraging you to try. The taps of your wrists together expanded the armor further up till it rested across your chest, then the shake of your wrist expanded an energy shield that covered the front of you. 

“Okay, this is awesome Shuri. But how do I deactivate it back to the chains?” You marveled at it, running your hands over the vibranium covering your chest to feel how flexible it was, never impeding your movements. 

“Same way, I was only able to put a few settings in it for now.” You gave another shake of your wrists to drop the shield and tap together, all of it zipping back into thin chains on your wrists. “It does have a tracker in it that I can keep tabs on here. And it will adjust to your Little Wolf when you shift.” 

“Thank you Shuri.” You embraced her in a hug, the woman cuddling up to you with a purr of affection. 

“Of course, if you are going to continue tracking the kidnapped with my brother, then you need protection.” 

T’Challa stepped into the room, smiling as he saw Shuri and you embracing. “Ahh, she finally showed you her latest?” He inquired with a pointed look at the simple silver chains dangling on your wrists. 

“She did and I can’t wait to try them out.” 

“Good, because I was just sent some intel of more smugglers outside of Wakanda borders.” He pulled up an image of Ulysses. The image was a painful memory for you, your Little Wolf’s hackles raising at the image of the man. Flashbacks of you and Steve tied up in the back of a truck, the start to the end of your bond. The sorrowed look in your mate's eyes as he was bound and gagged inches away from you, those last memories with Steve still barbs in your heart. “We don’t know where he is sending our people to. But I don’t want to risk losing them.” 

“When are we leaving?” Your Little Wolf’s snarl was evident in your tone, you were more than ready to hunt him down. 

“Tonight, so get some rest.” 

You bid goodbye to the panthers before returning to your room. Your heat, it simmered so close and you closed your eyes, breathing in sharply through your nose and out again till you felt yourself calm down some more. 

<We can do this, right?> The Little Wolf whined from somewhere deep in your mind. You knew she was feeling the effects, missing her bond with the Alpha and craving the closeness they once shared. How the days in the nest would reaffirm their bond. Going into heat was much more than just breeding, it was a way for bonded mates to tend to each other and focus on one another's needs uninterrupted. Steve had always been so attentive to you in that time. The other mates Pierce tried to force on you, they made promises but painfully lashed out whenever you wouldn’t submit to them. Steve waited as long as you needed to be his. 

It hurt that much more to know he also was able to just walk away from you. No, not walk away, do what he thought he had to in order for you to be safe. Stubborn fucking Alpha. You thought to yourself

We can do this, we have survived all this time and we have a job to do. You stated stubbornly as you started to gather the gear you would require for this mission. 

Your body moved above him, your eyes shining a dim yellow in the darkness as your hands soft against his pecs slid up to cup along the side of his face, leaning over to nip your lips against his with a soft sigh of his name. “Steve.” 

Steve couldn’t get enough of running his hands up and down your back, the small bumps of your scars running under his palms and you didn't try to pull away or hide them anymore, they no longer mattered to you. Now the only one you cared about what his bonding bite. You arched into his hold while rocking your hips, whining at the sensation of his thrusts under you while tilting your head to show him his mark on you. You licked into his mouth which turned into a kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. 

Steve could drown himself in you. Your scent filled him while your taste was sweet on his tongue. You pressed into him while squeezing around his cock and Steve rolled you underneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist and your head tilted back, howling softly in your pleasure. He lost himself in you, caging you underneath him while he lashed his tongue down your neck, you were his, he loved marking you as his own, his bites, his scent, anyone who would come near you would sense that you belonged to him. The tip of his nose dragged against your bonding mark and he bit down while you came undone around him, clawing at his back and your needy whines echoed. 

Steve woke with a jerk. You faded from his senses till he realized it was just him, your warm body wasn't curled at his side in the nest at the cabin, needing that touch you always sought out from him in your sleep. It was a hard cot underneath him in the dark room and the blanket drapped over him was tented from where he had to deal with his hard on the dream brought him. 

A sigh escaped him as his hand fell under the sheet, his hand completely unsatisfying compared to what he felt while asleep. He let his eyes close, screwing slightly as he let his mind drift back to you. 

How you always looked when you were with him with such love, trust and passion. Even when you were angry with him, that look never changed for you. His hand moved faster, picturing the time you two bonded, how you twisted to your back and arched your neck, trusting him enough to give him access to you. How you felt under him, asking for him and that bond- Steve never felt anything so strong in his life, it was a melding that shook him to his core and with serveral quick jerks recalling the memory, Steve shuddered out his unsatisfying release. 

Hand sticky and somewhere in the depths of his mind, his Wolf calling for his Little Wolf, Steve jerked his covers off and went to go clean himself off. While he was cleaning himself up, glancing back in the cold room he now used to sleep, he couldn’t hold back the sting of it. His home was in a log cabin that had music playing while you cooked, the doors wide open to let the fresh air fill the space, where the comfortable bed was filled with your blankets and pillows in a nest that was for both of you. And you, you would pull him into your nest, nuzzle your way into his neck and sigh happily being in his arms.

<It’s almost her time.> The Alpha sighed, Steve was well aware that his Little One was about to hit her heat. That too was it’s own memory, the first time you meekly knocked on the bedroom door, seeking him out. The way your scent made him almost feral wanting you. It took every bit of his willpower that night not to claim you in the wildest way possible. To fill you with his pups and keep you as his. But he held out, you weren’t ready, not for that. 

I know, I hope she is okay. Steve sighed to himself, he wanted you to be okay, to have found the support you needed to get through it. But the idea of another taking care of you made him all that more possessive, sick at the thought.   

<She is a fighter, our Little One always has been> The big Alpha paced, unsettled as much as Steve was. Every instinct was telling him to go to his mate, even unbonded. 

Steve knew you were, he had seen it over and over in his time with you. You stood up to Pierce even when he injected you with the serum that made your wolf go dormant, fought for your Alpha when Ross came around, stood tall when your pack was demolished by the missing packmates, challenged Brock every second he had you captive. You survived all of that. But you barely survived when Steve lost control. 

Steve could still recall the drive to kill you, the way you couldn’t fight against him because he was the one who was meant to keep you safe. The way you struggled but almost never struck out cause you were about preserving him as much as yourself. How his drive to follow Brock’s orders made him forget everything the two of you had built together. The scars from the collar were as much mental for Steve as physical imprints on his skin, his hand absently rubbing at his neck where the barbs were dug in, holding him hostage to the deranged Alpha’s demands. Steve couldn’t lose control again, setting you free was his only option. He couldn’t hurt you again if you weren’t near him. 

[missacidburn928]

Installment 10 & 11 of the Affinity Series

Well, well, well, it's been quite some time since we've had an update in this series. Due to some amazing comments I received over the weekend my love for this series was reinvigorated.

I finished Installment 10 today and am currently editing it. Haven't decided if I'll post to it tonight or tomorrow.

Installment 11 is very plot heavy so I hope to have it finished in time to post it this weekend.

For now I'll give you a peak at the titles and summaries. Happy Reading Heathens 🖤

Check out all previous installments here.

Installment 10:

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

This was certainly not how you imagined meeting your boyfriend's best friend. You left a lasting impression, that’s for sure.

Installment 11:

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha! Steve

A certain someone from your past tries to rain on your parade of love and is dealt with accordingly. (We've met this little asshole before. And yes I gave him Ransom as a face cred)

[1000night]

Imagine Beta is in her period

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers or any CE characters you want/female Beta reader

warnings :18+, smut, shower scenes,

A/n: a drabble from a woman in period, and she's on fire, don't read if you don't like. I owe you nothing.

Unlike Alpha has a rut, Omega has heat, the Beta has a Period. However, it's a bit different between males and females. But it's not the point.

This week is awful, the first cold snap arrived this Saturday, and your period came to visit you on Sunday.

You've worn at least 3 layers, curling to a ball under your bedsheets and you can't stop shivering.

The headache bugs you for at least 30 minutes and makes you suffer MORE.

You heard the door swirling opening and the steady footsteps with a light Neroli scent.

You know the scents.

Your Alpha is back.

“Doll, I’m home! I miss you baby...what’s wrong?”

You poke your head out of the layers of bedding with difficulty, revealing a pale smile

“Welcome back.”

Stephan paces to the bed kneeling halfway on the bed with his legs, and a pair of long, slender hands pull him out of the warmth of the blanket.

The man whose body temperature is much higher than normal is a rare human heater for you at this moment.

You adjust your posture in his arms:

You are in the bed with your legs around his narrow waist and your hands on his broad chest.

And one of the reasons for your discomfort is that you do not hesitate to straddle the man's crotch so that another source of warmth on his body 'THOUGHTLFULLY cares' for your delicate flowers.

You both let out a sigh of comfort at the same time.

Steve buries his nose right on your scent gland and inhales before he grunts.

“For fucking sake. You’re in heat!? No wonder I could smell your sweet scent fill this room. How long, babe?”

“Today is the second day, and it’s the worst usually.”

You whine and grind on him, his heavy breath and the tighten of his gripping your hip pleased you.

And the smell of Neroli became stronger when you noticed your mound are dripping...

Your purring and Steve’s groaning echo in the room.

Kissing his plump lips, you whisper between your teeth and tongues.

“I miss you, I need you, Alpha…”

“I know, sweet Beta. I got you, but we need to take shower first,  patient babe.”

Lifting you up while you keep rubbing yourself against him, Steve pecks your lips and gives you a warning light smack on your butt. You whimper when you feel his hard length right under your clothed mound.

“I said patient, Beta. Your Alpha gonna take care of you, don’t be a brat right now.”

Holding your waist and rocking you forth and back,  Steve smirks when he feels your sweet little pussy throbbing.

“I’m sorry, but it’s itchy! Only you could help me, Steve.”

You rest your head on his broad shoulder, shut your eyes, and feel the sweet feeling of Steve’s cock soothing your pain.

“Awww poor needy baby, don’t worry, let me prepare you first…”

Stripped all clothes, you two shared a hot, sweet shower.

Changed sweet and dangerous kisses, you two cleaned yourselves and couldn't stop touching each other's.

“Oh ah...stop, stop please, doll. We can't be here...ughhh shit!!!”

Steve leaned against the wall, his fists fisted tighten and he panted heavily.

Downed his stares, you kneeled between his thick thighs, your beautiful eyes locked with his blue ones, and your red lips kept kissing his swollen head, your hands messaged his balls.

“Oh god...Beta, I am gonna...you're killing me.”

You gave him a seduced wink and kissed his slit again, this time you used your lips to nibble his head.

Steve growled, he cradled your face and slowly pull out. He shook his head when he saw your pout face.

“We can't waste my seeds even though we both love your warm mouth. Now, we will dry your hair, finish our skin routines, and then I'm going to devour you, my needy mate.”

His Alpha tone and the dark, low laugh remind you that he's an Alpha after all.

There's a thin line between an Alpha and a Beast.

But you should know Steve Rogers isn't a mere Alpha. He's a fucking super soldier

After he dried your hair, your sweet suffer began.

He tied your hands above your head with a tie. Then he started your skincare routine.

From your face, your neck,shoulders...

To your breasts, waist and belly...

Down to your legs, calves and feet.

When his warm fingers brushed your dripping hole, you could sense your legs shaking and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Stevie...Alpha...please...”

You finally begged, those plead out of your mouth and you don't care how pathetic you sound.

“Sh....let Alpha take care of you, Beta. Your Alpha miss you, so much.”

“I miss you too, Alpha. Please don't tease...”

Your sobbing finally let Steve decided to show his mercy.

He trailed the outline of your lower lips, his thumb stroked your clip forth amd back, until you couldn't think about anything but moaning.

“Now you only have to SING for me, I am your sailor and you're my siren. Lead us to you, Bubble.”

His hot breath and his Neroli Scents around you, not only your body, also your mind and your soul.

Steve always says you're his siren, but to you, he's your Apollo, always shining and showering his light and glowing to you.

You are always scared of he would leave one day because he suddenly realizes he still loves Peggy or he found someone better than you.

A familiar burnt of being stretched out by his fingers pull you back.

“It seems like you forgot what I just said, naughty girl.”

Steve's long and thick fingers stroked your walls and kept pressing your G-spot. You want to speak but moaning out instead.

Steve chuckled darkly

“That's right, good girl. Just feel and thinking about me, you have nothing to worry about. ”

The tighten oiled on your stomach and you grabbed his biceps, and looked at him with your teary eyes.

He gave you a peck on your swollen lips.

“Cum for me, mate.”

You snapped and crushed down, the waves of pleasures hit you and you felt like you're drunk.

After several minutes, you lifted your head but stopped when Steve lowered his head between your legs, kissing your inner thighs.

His deep blue pupils were blown by lust and his large hands kept your legs spread wide for him.

The Strong smell of Neroli nearly choke you.

He wet his lips with his tongue, and his eyes stared at your glistening mound.

The beast let out a roar.

“I told you I would devour you, my little mate. My sweet Beta.”

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 2

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

**plus size reader 

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve called her the next day.  Twelve hours was surely enough time.  He also felt like he was going to combust if he didn’t hear her voice again.  He was worried about how badly he wanted her, knowing that this kind of connection was something that wasn’t common.  His self control was hanging on by a thread, and with their date coming up at the end of the week he was trying his best to not think about it too much, or fixate on the way her emerald hair shone on stage, or the black lipstick that slightly stained his beard, the feel of her on his lap…

“Jesus, punk, I need to meet this girl.  If she’s got you all wound up like this,” Bucky laughed watching Steve pace back and forth from his closet, dropping clothes onto his bed, trying to figure out what to wear.  Steve growled at the mention of Bucky, a natural born Alpha, even coming close to Y/N.  Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve’s challenge.  “Chill, man.  Not trying to come for her, just saying she sounds like quite the Omega if she’s got you of all people acting up.”

Steve’s glare relaxed on his face as he tried to breath through the anxiety in his body.  “I’m sorry, Buck.  I know, I’m trying to just…” he sat down on the small free space on his bed.  “I’ve never felt this before.  I don’t know how to handle it.  I’ve never felt so…out of control before.”  Bucky nodded, his eyes downcast.  “Have you?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“Besides being the Winter Soldier, no, my Alpha has never taken over,” Bucky said, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed.  “Maybe gotten the better of me here and there, but never anything like you’re describing.”

Steve sighed heavily as the jittery feeling ebbed and flowed through what felt like his very cells.  His body knew it was going to be around Y/N again in a few hours, and his Alpha hormones were thrumming, making his blood race and heartbeat rate spike periodically.  “I’m afraid that the second I see her, let alone smell her, that I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

Bucky reached out over the pile of clothes and gripped Steve’s shoulder.  “You won’t.  If I’ve ever seen someone who is the ultimate gentleman, it’s you.  You won’t hurt her.  You won’t take advantage of her.  I know you won’t,” he reassured him, squeezing his shoulder before dropping his hand.  He pulled out a shirt and pants from the pile and held it out to him.  “Wear this.”

Steve grabbed the clothes from him and studied them, finally nodding as he stood to go change.  “Thanks…jerk.”

Bucky scoffed.  “Yeah, whatever.  Just think of Hydra any time you get too excited.”

A few hours later Steve stood waiting outside a themed restaurant that he thought she would like.  After seeing glimpses of the tattoos that were on her arms, and judging based on her hair and style that night at the jazz club, she was a Halloween enthusiast, and this place was a witchy, spooky themed restaurant with fancy cocktails and food.  Halloween was only a few days away, and he wanted to show her that he was paying attention and impress her.

He smelled her before he saw her, her scent whipping his face with the Autumn wind.  It nearly knocked him off balance, his hormones humming and buzzing as he turned towards her.  Y/N was wearing a large, rust orange overcoat with a knee length, pear-colored pinafore dress peeking out from underneath.  Her emerald hair complimented the colors well, now worn in a much more modern wavy curl style.  Her lips were natural this time, and he felt his own lips itch at wanting to grab her face and kiss her.  As she walked he could see her legs were covered with black sheer tights and tattoos that were haphazardly scattered across her thick calves.  She wore chunky Doc Martens and thick socks against the cold.  She gave him a brilliant smile as she approached.  Steve was physically holding himself back, biting his lower lip and his fingers on one hand pinching the other hand to keep his hands to himself.  

“Hey handsome,” Y/N greeted him, her signature smirk making his knees feel weak.

“Hi,” Steve said gruffly, looking her over hungrily.  “You look beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled widely.  “You’re insanely hot, as usual.”

Steve laughed loudly, the humor helping to lessen his anxiety.  “Insanely hot?  Wow, high praise.  I need to work on my compliments.”

“You say a lot with those pretty eyes of yours,” Y/N said cheekily.  Steve’s breath stuttered as she gazed up at him.  “You smell…delectable,” she sighed, giving him a dreamy look.  She reached out and swiped his coat, her fingers sliding over the knitted sweater he was wearing.  “And you look incredible in green, has anyone ever told you that?  It brings out the little bit of green in your eyes.”  Steve blushed deeply at her consistent compliments.  “Or…did you wear green because of me?” she stepped toward him, the heat of her body making her scent roll off her in waves.  “You wanted to match me, didn’t you?”  Steve couldn’t even try to save his pride as he nodded, his eyes fluttering as he swallowed harshly.  “You like my green hair?” she teased him, her long nails scratching through his sweater, making goosebumps erupt across his chest.  

“I like everything about you,” Steve whispered, his hand reaching for her hand on his chest and bringing it up to his face, kissing her open palm reverently.  This made the smirk on her face fall, her eyes widening slightly as she watched him.  “I have to be honest, I’m a very controlled man, but ever since that night I've been struggling to keep my composure with you.  So as much as I love this flirty back and forth, tread carefully, Omega,” he used her classification as a warning, his eyes flashing dangerously.  

Y/N blinked, his words seeming to strike her quiet momentarily.  Then her smirk slowly returned, her eyes looking playful.  “Yes, Alpha,” she said slowly.  Steve’s eyes rolled and his grip on her hand tightened.  She giggled and then turned to the restaurant.  “I’m starving,” she announced and walked away from him, pulling her hand out of his grasp.  Steve blew out a rough puff of air and followed her inside.

They got to know each other better during dinner, Y/N enjoying the cocktails as she explained a lot of the decor inside the restaurant to Steve, who wasn’t well versed in horror movies or Halloween in general.  They were sitting in a booth, and as the night drew on they moved from opposite ends to sitting next to each other.  Steve’s arm was behind her shoulders, his body angled toward her as she told him another story about her time singing at the jazz club.

“Usually it’s nothing but fun, but every once in a while there’s some drunk, self-obsessed Alpha that just can’t seem to understand the word ‘no,’” she said offhandedly, taking another sip of her third cocktail.

Steve squirmed in his seat, unhappy with this piece of information.  “Really?”

Y/N nodded, setting the cocktail down and adjusting her dress that had risen up her thighs.  “Such an ass.  Like let me sing the damn song, dude.”

“Is he there often?” Steve asked, looking down at her thighs, his free hand tightening into a fist.  Y/N nodded as she took a bite of the dessert he ordered.  “Why don’t they ban him?”

She scoffed, her eyes rolling dramatically.  “He’s the manager’s brother.  Doesn’t matter how many complaints there have been, he doesn’t take me seriously.  I’m just the ‘talent,’” she said, her fingers tightening around the fork in her hand. 

Steve bristled, his anger bubbling deep in his belly.  His jaw ticked as he tried to calm himself.  “When do you sing next?”

Y/N gave him a suspicious look.  “Tomorrow night, why?”

“I’d just like to come see you sing again,” Steve said unconvincingly, his arm behind her wrapping around her more firmly.  Her eyes narrowed at him but she merely smiled as she stabbed another piece of the dessert with her fork and then held it up to his lips.  Steve smiled at her offering and opened his mouth, letting her feed him.  Something about that action made the Alpha in him hum with satisfaction as he ate.

“Oh, you got a little…” Y/N pointed towards his mouth.  Steve tried licking his lips, but she shook her head.  “It’s just…here,” she lifted her fingers to his lips, her thumb wiping a piece of chocolate off the side of his mouth.  She pulled her hand away but Steve moved forward quickly and bit her thumb softly, sucking the chocolate off.  Her eyes widened and she sucked in a short gasp.  He watched her as he licked her thumb then released it, their faces much closer together now than before.  He took his chance and leaned forward, his nose nuzzling hers.

Y/N smiled, her eyes fluttering as she breathed him in.  She angled her head as her body shifted to face him, then dragged her lips from his cheek down to his neck.  Steve froze, afraid that if he moved he’d take her on the table right there and then.  She nuzzled his neck gently, then he felt her tongue lick his scent gland.  His hands turned to fists as she sucked softly on his skin, his scent strengthening as she scented him.  People at the tables around them shifted uncomfortably as his pheromones reverberated across the restaurant.

“Y/N,” Steve whimpered.  “Please…”

She pulled away, licking her lips and her hand squeezing his knee.  “Your place or mine, handsome?”

A deep growl rumbled in his chest and he threw a few bills on the table before taking her hand and ripping her out of the booth.  Y/N quickly grabbed her coat and laughed as he pulled her out of the restaurant.  He led her to his car and helped her in before slamming the door and winding over to his side, sliding in and peeling out of the parking spot and towards his apartment.  The whole way he kept a hand on her thigh, squeezing firmly, trying to ground himself.  His hormones were going haywire, making her own scent get stronger.  As her desire grew her scent became spicier, making his eyes and mouth water, his grip on the steering wheel warping the leather.  When they finally reached his apartment he helped her out and pulled her inside.  Once the door was closed behind her he caged her against the it with his arms.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Steve breathed heavily, his eyes hungrily looking her over, watching her chest rise and fall.  “If we do this, I won’t be able to stop myself.  I’m surprised I’ve made it this far.  If you let me have you, I won’t let you go, Omega,” he grunted.  

Y/N sighed, her eyebrows turning upwards as she licked her lips again.  “I want this, Steve.  I want you.  Let me have you,” she reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him into a heated kiss.

The second their lips met Steve lost all control.  He pulled her against him roughly, his kiss too hard, his tongue shoving its way passed her lips and into her mouth to taste her hastily.  His hands blindly pulled at her clothes, unhooking her dress, taking her shirt off while leading her to his bedroom.  Her hands did the same to him, touching him all over his chest and stomach as she pushed his sweater and undershirt up and over his head.  When he finally got her completely bare before him he picked her up and threw her on his bed.  She yelped and then laughed when she hit the bed.

“I don’t think anyone has ever lifted me before,” Y/N smiled, watching him as he took his pants and underwear off, her eyes bugging as she stared at his large cock.

“I’m not like anyone else,” Steve smirked as he crawled up onto the bed.  His hands felt every inch of skin, massaging the plushy flesh on her body, his fingers dipping into every curve and dimple and admiring the array of tattoos that littered her skin.  His lips were not far behind, kissing, licking and sucking as he moved up her legs.  Without warning when he reached her core in between her legs he dove right in, inhaling deeply as his tongue licked between her slit.  Y/N gasped loudly, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her.  Steve couldn’t stop tasting her, her slick slowly oozing from her as he worked her towards her orgasm.  His fingers parted her lower lips and he eased one finger into her, pumping slowly as she keened at the feeling.  He quickly added another finger, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit quickly then slowing down.  He added another finger, and her back arched as her slick made his fingers squelch in and out of her. 

He sucked her clit harshly as his fingers quickened, curling inside of her just right.  Y/N moaned, then it turned into a shriek as her orgasm washed over her.  Steve continued sucking and fucking her with his fingers as she rode out the orgasm, his own deep moan vibrating into her pussy as he smushed his face into her.  Her legs twitched as she calmed down and Steve finally pulled his fingers out, sucking at her slick on his fingers.

“Taste so good, Omega,” he said lowly as he lifted his wet fingers to her mouth.  Y/N obeyed and opened her mouth, licking and sucking at her slick on his fingers.  She gripped his wrist with her hand and continued sucking two of his fingers, her eyes focused on his face as she sucked them like she would his cock.  Steve groaned at the feeling of her tongue on him, and he quickly moved up and pulled his fingers from her mouth, kissing her lewdly.  Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him against her as he nestled his hips between her legs, his cock sliding between her lower lips.  He took his cock in his hand and lined himself up with her pussy.  Y/N’s ankles hooked behind his ass and pulled him towards her, shoving his cock deep inside her in one thrust.  They both moaned against each others’ mouths as he filled her.

“Oh my fucking god,” Y/N whispered against his lips.  “So good, Steve…fuck,” she rolled her hips against him, trying to get him to move.

“My needy Omega,” Steve huffed a laugh, then pulled his hips back and snapped them back into her.  Y/N’s mouth dropped open, her eyes shutting tight as he filled her again.  Steve kissed her all over her face and down to her neck, nosing her scent gland and licking and sucking at it roughly as he thrusted repeatedly into her.  His hands kneaded her breasts, pinching and flicking her nipples until his mouth could replace them and suck and lick at them.  Y/N’s hands were all over him, then ultimately settled on running her fingers through his hair and giving the back of his head a harsh tug.  Steve whimpered at that, his hips trembling.  “Fuck, do that again,” he said as his left arm dug underneath her shoulders and cradled her head in the crook of his elbow, keeping his body close to hers.  Y/N smiled as she scratched his scalp again with both hands, her long nails leaving a tingling sensation as they ran down his head until she gripped his hair and pulled.  Steve whimpered more loudly, his breath fanning her face as he kept himself cheek to cheek with her.  “You’re so good…Y/N…my pretty Omega,” Steve’s free hand slid between their bodies and his thumb started rubbing at her clit as he thrusted faster.  Y/N’s voice rose in pitch, a steady stream of rushed breaths at his thrusts spilling from her lips.

“Knew you were mine from the second I scented you,” Steve groaned, leaning down to lick her gland again.  “Up there singing to me, like a goddamn tease,” he nipped at her neck, making her gasp.  “Prettiest voice I ever heard,” he said.  “Be mine.”

Y/N’s hips twitched, her pussy fluttering around him.  He could feel his knot starting to catch inside her as he became more desperate for her answer.  She tensed at the feeling.  “I’m…I’m my own,” she said, her voice sounding heavy with emotion.  Steve looked at her in alarm, worried he’d said something wrong.  “But I’ll be yours, as long as you’ll be mine,” she said resolutely, her eyes starting to fill with tears.  

Steve nodded fervently.  “I was yours the moment I found you,” he promised.  Y/N blinked rapidly as his knot grew, the tears finally slipping from the sides of her eyes.  “I’ve never wanted anything, anyone, like I want you.  Can I have you…please?” he nipped near her gland again.

Y/N let out a small sob, bringing his head back up and kissing him deeply.  “Yes, Alpha.  I’m yours.”

Steve smiled and kissed her again, his hips thrusting four more times until his knot fully inflated and he came inside her, groaning loudly.  Y/N was right behind him as he flicked her clit, her squeal being muffled by his lips on hers.  He rutted against her as he filled her up, then he broke the kiss and licked down to her neck.  He kissed her gland before opening his mouth wide and biting down on it.  

Y/N’s back arched as he bit her, her hands scratching his back as it triggered another smaller orgasm.  She whimpered and he growled at her pussy squeezing him again.  Their scents combined as he let go of her neck and licked it to sooth the bite.  She was now his mate, and he was hers.  It all went a lot faster than either of them were expecting, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care.  He moved them both to lay on their sides, holding her close to his chest as they waited for his knot to deflate.  

Steve tickled her spine with the tips of his fingers, randomly kissing the top of her head and forehead as his breathing evened out.  Y/N’s arm that was wrapped around his body squeezed him and she kissed the spot above his heart on his chest.  He smiled and looked down at her.  “My Omega,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

[nichmeddar]

steve rogers

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 (𝐩𝐨𝐲𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was work, Steve?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You glow, “Really?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Is that so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Steve?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah? You want my knot?”

“Yes!”

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

“Yes, yes, yes!”

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

“YES, PLEASE, DADDY!”

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

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

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

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

“Alpha, plea– oh my!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, ah, ah! Y-Yeah!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yes, alpha! I will!”

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

“Yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-Need you! Need your knot!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SMACK.

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

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

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

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

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

“I will, I will!” You sob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yes, fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

“A-Always pregnant!” You agree weepily.

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

“Y-Yes!”

“You want daddy’s knot, baby?”

“YES, DADDY! PLEASE!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby? You with me?”

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

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

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

“Baby?” He asks after several minutes.

“Yeah, daddy?”

“You ready for round two?”

THE END SKAFALAL

I think it's safe to say omega is definitely gonna be pregnant again after this one shot!! PLEASE let me know what you think!!! Fav parts, diallogue ANYTHINGGG thank you! ily ily

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The Sun ☀️, the moon 🌙 & the stars ✨

Chapter 12: the sun doesn’t shine as bright.

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

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: mentions of smut, implied smut, implied oral m/f receiving, little bit of angst, some fluff, poly relationship,

A/N: so something that I always see in stucky x Sam series is that Bucky and Steve’s trauma is always addressed or mentioned but we never really see that for Sam. We’re going to take a look at that a bit here and the little ways stucky x reader help Sam!

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“Focus.”

“I am focusing.” You shoot back at Bucky.

You really weren’t. Not when he was standing in front of you with no shirt on, some slutty shorts and sweaty. You couldn’t help but watch the way his abs, chest and arm flexed as he moved.

“Yeah, my eyes are up here, darling.”

You rolled your eyes before looking up at him. A mischievous glint in your eye and smile to match.

“I’m paying attention now, alpha.” You call him by his destination which always gets him riled up.

“Behave omega. You have to be able to defend yourself. I know Steve gave you a lesson or two but I want to make sure you can really protect yourself if we’re not around.” He was serious but there was also a bit of pleading in his voice.

“Ok, I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“Now, if you do a good job you’ll get a reward.”

“What am I 5?” You quip.

Bucky walked up to you, crowding your space. His face was unreadable and then he leaned down and whispered all the filthy things he’d do to you if you got the next move right.

“Oh.” You felt heat rush to your face and slick ruin your underwear. “Ok.”

Bucky smirked before he stepped back.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

He moved towards you, faster than you anticipated but you ducked under his arm and then kicked his ribs.

“Good. Next time, hit harder.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you.”

Bucky chuckled. “You won’t be able to hurt me, darling.”

“Fine. I’ll hit you harder.”

Bucky lunged forward even quicker than last time. Again you ducked under his arms and put some real force behind your kick. He stumbled and sucked in air sharply.

“Ok, maybe you can hurt me. That was a damn good kick.” He says proudly.

“I’ve been working on my kicks with Sam.”

“You know what this means right?”

“What?”

“It’s time you get your reward.” Bucky says as he walks to you and then tosses you over his shoulder. You can only laugh as he carries you out of the gym.

Since your heat and their ruts the four of you have been insatiable and inseparable. You loved to be on your knees for Sam. In between his thick thighs and bringing him pleasure with your mouth. He was breathtakingly beautiful as he moaned your name. Bucky loved to eat you out anywhere he seemed fit. He’d lay you down on the table and have you legs over his shoulders. It didn’t surprise your other mates anymore, they just joined in. If it wasn’t at the table, Bucky would pull you into whichever room was the closest and he’d have his way with you there. Steve loved to bend you over any surface and take you. If it wasn’t that he was pinning you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you. It didn’t matter where or when, they had to have you and you didn’t mind one bit. The others in the tower did and they limited your access to certain floors to avoid any accidental discoveries of you and your alphas in compromising positions.

You didn’t care though. The whole situation made you realize how much they had been holding back just because you were there. Now though it didn’t matter you were happy and so were they.

Things couldn’t be better.

“So How are things going with you?” You asked Bruce as he handed you a pillow.

“Everything’s fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Yeah, work keeps me busy. We’ve been able to add a lot more information to the people with no designation thanks to you.”

“A certain alpha is trying to court him.” Wanda adds from her side of the living room.

“Oh, who’s courting you?”

“Natasha. But Bruce here is being stubborn.”

“But she’s so hot.” Jules says as she lays down a blanket. “If I weren’t with Ricky, I’d totally let her court me.” She giggles.

“Same.”

“Me too.”

You and Wanda say at the same time.

“Male omegas are just more hard headed when it comes to courtships with a female alpha. They’ve been told all their life that men should only be alphas and women should only be omegas. It’s bullshit.” Jules ranted as you continued to turn the living room into a giant nest. One that would fit the whole team plus a guest or two.

“I say you take it slow and see where it goes.”

“Hulk likes Nat, she’s the only one that can calm him down.”

“Really?” You turn to look at Wanda.

“Yeah, she even has this cute little lullaby she sings for him.”

“Ok that’s enough about me. Jules is right. Being a male omega isn’t easy, it didn’t help that my father was absolutely disappointed and disgusted when I presented.” Bruce admits.

“Oh, Brucey!”

“I think this calls for a group hug.” Jules announces.

The three of you are on Bruce before he can protest. All he can do is stand there in a pile of blankets and pillows and accept the affection. After a few seconds though he’s preening under the attention.

“We’ve got your back now Bruce.”

“Yeah, I mean I like to think I helped Y/N a lot with omega related things so maybe I can help you.” Jules says as you all pull back.

“By help she means going shopping. So sign me up.”

“There is that new store opening up soon that has omega only products. We could check it out.” Wanda suggests.

“That’s a great idea. What do you say?” Jules looked over at Bruce. He gives her a halfhearted smile.

“Sure, we can start with that.”

“It’s going to be great.”

****

The team eventually got back from their mission. They all went to their separate apartments and showered and changed before going into a debriefing. When they were finally done everyone ventured into the living room which was now made into a huge nest. Dinner, which was made by Wanda and Jonah, was ready to serve and you had been in charge of dessert.

“What is going on here?” Tony sauntered in looking in between the living room and dining room. “Are those my blankets?” He said when he noticed a very luxurious set in the corner of the living room.

“Maybe. We ran out of them and we wanted to surprise you guys with a movie night.”

“But it’s my blanket.”

“And it’s your corner. So only you’ll use it. Besides, Pepper gave us permission.” You say as you move to welcome your alphas back.

“I used to like you.” Tony shoots over his shoulder.

“And now you love me.” You shoot back.

“Hi, Sweetheart. I see you were causing havoc while we were out.”

“I am not.” You give Steve a kiss before moving to greet Bucky and Sam. “We wanted to do something with everyone together but knew you’d be tired. You’re welcome.” You sass as you wrap your arms around Sam who seemed a bit distracted.

He took a deep breath and looked down at you. His brows furrowed in confusion as he took you in.

“Are those our clothes?”

“Yeah, Wanda used magic so they would fit me the way I like.” You smile up at him. “Don’t worry they will still fit you too.”

He smiled at that. “I like you in our clothes.”

You smiled up at him before leading him to the dining room. At the table Sam pulled you into his lap as everyone sat together and talked amongst themselves.

“Are you ok, baby?” You asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah. I'm fine. Why?”

“I can’t feel you.” You murmur as you rub your chest.

“I’m sorry, just give me some time. It was a hard mission.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You say before kissing his temple. “What can I do to help?”

“You’re already doing it.”

You smile at him before turning your attention back to the table. Everyone is having their own little conversations or talking over each other. Steve and Bucky are beside you, leaning into each other and stealing kisses. The scene before you is sweet and you can’t help but think about what it would have been like to have this as a child.

After dinner everyone moves to the living room and nest that was created in order to enjoy a movie night. The desserts you had made were sitting on the coffee table as well as other snacks for later on. It doesn’t take long for everyone to find a spot to get comfortable in.

Ricky and Jules cuddle on an armchair. Wanda and Jonah take the one next to them with Pietro sitting close by in order to keep an eye on them. Surprisingly Bruce and Nat also cuddle up on one side of the couch while Tony and Pepper take the other end. That leaves Clint sitting off on a beanbag chair by the couch. While you and the boys take up the other couch. Steve pulls you into his lap while Bucky cuddles up next to Sam. You can see Bucky, peppering kisses and scenting Sam as the movie starts to play. Slowly you begin to feel your bond with Sam opening up again and it feels like you can finally breathe.

Dinner was a success and so was the giant nest. So much so that Tony had commented about taking one of the other living rooms in the tower and turning it into a permanent nest. He pointed at you and asked you to be in charge of the project which you accepted.

In the elevator Steve had pulled Sam into his arms while you had wrapped your arms around Bucky. You pressed your cheek against his chest as the elevator ascended toward its destination. Once you were all in the apartment Steve and Bucky headed to your shared room to get ready for bed but Sam headed to his own room. It broke your heart to see him so disconnected so you followed him just to make sure he was alright.

You respected his space even though the door was open, you didn’t just walk into his room. Instead you leaned against the doorframe and watched as he sat on the edge of his bed.

“You don’t have to worry about me, sunshine. I’ll be ok, just need to unwind.” He tells you.

“I know. Is it ok if I stay anyway or do you prefer to be alone?”

It took him a moment but eventually asked you to stay. You walked over to him and stood in between his legs, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“What can I do to help? I hate seeing you like this.”

“I don’t know.” Sam shakes his head.

“What is making you feel like this? Did something happen on the mission?”

His beautiful brown eyes that were usually bright and happy are now filled with worry and sorrow. “I don't want to bother you with it.”

“You’re not bothering me. I want to help. You’re always there to help us, making us feel better when Steve, Bucky or I have a nightmare. Let me do the same for you.”

Sam took a deep breath and then nodded.

“During the mission there was a few minutes no one could contact Steve and Bucky. I had my eyes on them and then they were gone. I was trying to keep my calm for those few minutes but I thought they were gone.” Sam sniffles. “It brought back memories of when I had to watch my best friend die.”

“Oh baby.” You pull him in so that his head is resting against your chest. “I didn’t know about your best friend, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. It’s been a while since it happened. I felt helpless in the field again and I never want to feel like that. It’s my job to have their backs and I failed.”

“You didn’t fail.” Steve said from the door. Bucky stood behind him, worry evident in his gaze. “Can we come in?”

Sam nods and Steve and Bucky sit on either side of him.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I just didn’t want to bother you. I’ll be fine.”

“We know,” Bucky says as he wraps an arm around Sam’s back. “But you don’t have to do it alone. You’re always there for us and we want to be there for you. And before you say anything, it doesn’t matter what any of us went through. Our trauma isn’t worse than yours. You deserve the same support you give us.”

“If you want to be alone we understand and we’ll give you your space. But we are more than willing to sit with you, talk or not talk about it. It’s whatever you need, baby.”

“I’d prefer if you stayed.”

You smile down at him before kissing his forehead.

“Now that’s my job.” Sam says.

“Everyone deserves forehead kisses.”

Sam pulls you into his lap and you yelp as he then stands up. You have no option but to hold onto him.

“Let’s get some rest, I’m exhausted.” He says as Steve and Bucky follow him out and into the shared room.

In bed you, Bucky and Steve doted on Sam. Giving him all the love and affection he could ever need and letting him know he was not alone. Never again would any of you have to deal with any of your past trauma alone.

Ch. 13

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Wildest Dreams: Part 4

It seemed like weeks since they had found you in the library and tried to trap you, the two massive alphas who had practically been dry-humping in the aisle that you were needing to get into, but in reality it was a little over a week.

You had exited one of your physiology classes only to be flagged down by one of the junior receptionists that worked directly for the dean. She had caught you before you could head to your second class, and had in not so many words, informed you that the dean needed to talk to you.

You’d thought that maybe there was a problem with your admittance papers, or there could have been a few issues with your classes since you’d been told they were reaching peak registration numbers. What you had been thinking was on an entirely different level and scope than what was waiting for you when you arrived at the dean’s office.

The first indication that the older alpha and dean were not alone, was the wavering and wandering scents of the two alphas who had cornered you in the library. The first integral notes that had infiltrated your nose were confusing at best, given that you had no reason to be here with them unless the head librarian had made a complaint about you from the week before. Still, it hadn’t eased you.

Still, as you had entered the office and had taken the seat to the far right of Bucky you were not unbound.

You were confused, you were anxious and you had been stuck between wanting to throw your book at Barnes’ big head and fleeing the room as the scent of alpha became overwhelming.

“Hey bean-“

“Don’t talk to me.” You cut Bucky off with a tense snap, your entire body and hindbrain firing off neurons that only added to your feeling of unsettled composure.

There were too many alphas in the office that wasn’t nearly big enough to give you ease or peace of mind. It was much too concentrated to focus on anything but the way Steve and Bucky’s scent had reacted in time with your own, and the dean was looking between you expectantly.

There was a moment of awkward silence that fell between the four of you, as you waited for the news of why you were here to come to light. You had no possible idea why you were called to the office or why the two meatheads were here with you, the junior secretary had revealed nothing, and with no given clue as to why you were called, you were becoming more agitated and put off the flurry of scents.

It was only after the dean of the university had leaned forward and rested his elbows upon the desk, tucking his hands under his chin, that he had addressed you with a clearing of his throat.

“Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes are in need of a tutor in order to continue playing with the football team, they need to maintain a GPA of 4.2 and they’re sitting at 3.9. You were recommended by a few professors here and because of your connection-“

You felt the heat, bubbling and boiling anger poignant under your flesh as you grit your teeth and sucked air in through your flaring nostrils. You had bounced your heels against the floor as you fidgeted while listening to the dean yammer on about the pride the university had in their football team, and the great importance that having two players like Barnes and Rogers on the team.

He had continued, applying pressure to you to give in without formally asking you, all while the sound of his voice and his grading scent was fuelling your internal engine that would eventually lead to an outburst. You were biding your time, you were positively stewing from the weight of this news.

And you couldn’t cognitively explain why.

“We need the help, omega bean.” Bucky had fixated his gaze upon you, watching you with widening eyes and a droop of his bottom lip into a pout that had simultaneously made you more irritated than before and empathetic to their cause.

“We can’t play if we don’t raise our GPA.” Steve had also allocated a pout, and his blue-green eyes had become wide and doll-like.

You knew they loved the game, you knew they were talented and incredible at the sport. You knew they had to be extremely talented to have made the team in the first place, but to then have the admiration of so many people in and out of the school? That kind of talent and skill was impressive and had stirred support that was as powerful as it was poignant. They loved it, and they needed you.

Still, you were annoyed.

Was it because of the insistence that you and the two alpha form a bond again? Was it the feeling that this was all contrived by your parents and the past you shared? Or were you so annoyed and triggered by their presence because you recognized the familiarity you shared when you were younger? Was it your stubbornness that wouldn’t let you get past this re-admittance into your life?

“-you’ll receive extra credit toward your degree for your hours put into tutoring Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes-“ The dean continued to speak even as you had shoved your chair back and stood with your bag resting on your hip, and Steve and Bucky looking your way.

“It would’ve been nice to be asked instead of coerced into it.” You slammed your hand upon the flap of your bag, feeling the weight of your physiology and biology textbook that you’d used no less than ten minutes ago while wondering if you could get away with bashing them over the head with it.

“Omega Bean-“

“I’ll help you, not because I like you.” You smacked Bucky’s hand away when he tried reaching for you, warmth and piercing irritation stirring your ire like hot coals. “You miss one study session and it’s over, I won’t let you waste my time.”

You were overwhelmed by the scents of alphas, you needed out and you needed to breathe in a more even mix. You had stepped outside and slammed the door behind you hard enough to rattle the doorknob and the windows in the office. You had stumbled forward while your legs shook, desperate to get rid of their heady mix and get outside into the fresh air, your feet carried you until you hit an invisible wall and found yourself unable to move any further.

“We didn’t do this on purpose.” Steve jogged after you, coming to a stop just as you had a few feet away, his scent coming unhinged and still as potent yet it made you feel less stifled and more invigorated.

You had slowly exhaled and pivoted partially toward him, your hands clenching and leaning in a slow rhythm, his eyes fixated on you while your eyes had bounced around his face and shoulders, unable to focus on one thing for too long.

“Bucky and I, we’re not….trying to manipulate you. I know what you’re thinking, both of us know-“ you turned and darted away from him again, taking the nearest exit with a fire under your ass.

You pushed open the fire door and let it slam behind you, the metal clicking into place only to be opened again a few moments later. The sound of the door opening for the second time had echoed in your head just as the sound of their footsteps on the concrete had called out to your hindbrain like some kind of siren song to take control of your body.

“Y/N, stop!” Bucky had spoke up, Bucky had given the alpha command that slid too easily into your hindbrain and was accepted far too easily by those primordial and basest urges.

“Can you just talk to us? We’ve barely been able to keep up a conversation with you.”

They encroached, they drew closer and you were enveloped by their scents like you had been in the office only there wasn’t such a tarnished concentration as before. This was easier than before, even if you hadn’t wanted to be in their presence at all, at least their scents weren’t aggravating.

“I don’t want to talk to you, have you ever thought of that? Have you taken a moment to think that maybe I don’t want anything to do with you?” You turned on your heel, quickly coming to face them head on while also leaning into the stubborn nature that was inflicting you with such strong resistance.

The truth was, that having them pursuing you, it made you feel weak. Having them actively trying to worm their way back into your good graces and into your life, in general, was more than you could handle right now. Steve and Bucky wanting to pick up whatever you had in daycare when you were five, it had felt like you were standing on the edge of a high board, ready to dive into the water but being too afraid to look over the edge.

You knew that eventually you would have to go over, eventually you would have to take the plunge but it was your fear and your anxieties that kept you from completely giving in.

“Come on, you know that’s not true-“ You screamed in frustration and slipped your bag off your shoulder, whacking Steve in the side with your physiology and biology textbook as you countered his claim.

“It is true! I don’t want to be around you! You and your annoying little posse of cheerleaders and constant fuck cycle!” you huffed and whacked him once more before you turned sharply and started stalking away, only to stop again and turn back to look at both of them.

“That’s what you’re so mad about? You think we slept around with the cheer squad? JellyBean, those girls are our friends-“ Bucky had begun laughing, a sweeping chortle making his shoulders shake while Steve had winced and waved at Bucky to shut up.

“And the other omegas? The other girls who like to comment on your stupid instagram page-“

“Steve and I only fuck each other. Occasionally we have a third but-“ Bucky groaned when Steve had smacked his chest with enough power to knock the wind out of him, but the damage was done.

You had groaned and huffed again, stomping your feet dramatically like you had when you were younger. They let you leave, they let you walk away while they watched you and the steam billow out from your ears as you huffed and puffed about the two alphas who were caught under your skin.

They waited a few minutes before they had begun trailing on after you, walking the same path you had until you turned a corner and headed straight into one of the coffee shops on campus. Bucky and Steve had watched and waited as you took a table near the back and dumped your bag onto the seat, sitting with another, silent to them, huff and a purse of your lips.

None of this was going like they wanted, none of this had played out like what was in their heads and given how excited they were for you to be back it had felt like a harsh blow. There had been a long stint between daycare years and university, with most of the time passing as you were across the country from Steve and Bucky while they had each other.

It was, in part, a necessary evil to save you three from being socially isolated in a formed pack, but while Steve and Bucky had each other you had no one.

“We have to talk about it eventually.” Steve had grabbed Bucky’s hand to yank him into the coffee shop, the bell above the door announcing their presence but you had sparsely lifted your head.

You had only glanced at them when they approached the table as a pair and remained quiet and solemn. You had leaned back against your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, giving the two of them a deeply seeded glare that was akin to something cute and sweet trying to look deadly.

“We’re sorry,” Steve had cleared his throat and attempted an apology, settling one hand upon the back of the chair, “for…being stupid.”

“That’s a lifelong disease, Rogers. Being stupid.” You snipped and bared your teeth, your ire and anger as an omega was almost as deadly as theirs as alphas and you hadn’t needed to get physically violent. Again.

“Can we talk, please? explain ourselves?” Bucky started to slide the chair out from under the table, only to cease his actions when you whipped your head in his direction and let out a soft little growl of your own that had sparked little noughts of desire.

“We’ll buy you hot chocolate, and something to eat.” Steve attempted to smooth you over, with a bashful smile and a wave of his hand toward the counter. “You still like crushed candy cane and whipped cream, right?”

“My next class got cancelled.” You huffed and grit your teeth. “You have two and a half hours, and if I don’t want to listen-“

“You can leave anytime.” Bucky had quipped, adding the little bit as he took his seat across from you and then craned his neck back, grabbing Steve’s wrist to stop him from moving. “Grabbing me something, Stevie?”

“Are you going to pout if I don’t?” Steve grumbled, yanking his hand from Bucky’s wrist and rolling his eyes when he fell silent. “Why do I even bother asking?”

The cacophonous scents that had irritated you earlier had now dissipated and was replaced with the aroma of brewed coffee and slightly burnt sugar, the blend of teas and additives to the tops of their seasonal drinks that you had focused on.

And then Steve and Bucky’s scents crept back up and overpowered it all, leaving you feeling as if you could have purred and revelled in its comfort since your heart, brain and hindbrain all seemed to be discordance with each other.

“We didn’t sleep around, I should clarified-“ Bucky’s voice was akin to honey, laced with the kind of sweetness that was natural for an alpha trying to connect with an omega.

“Your friend…Rhys-“

“Rhys! Yes!” Steve spoke with overexcitement, knocking his knee against the underside of the table, a sharp whine falling from his lips.

“Rhys, the cheerleader, she found me after you left. But then I saw all these other comments-“ you sighed, your eyebrows furrowed. “We’re not friends, we haven’t been friends-“

“Steve and I have only been with each other, and occasionally we’ll sleep with an omega when our ruts are really bad.”

Bucky reached out and rest his hand upon yours, only connected for a moment before you yanked your hand back. “Sorry. Sorry…”

“She said you’re like their brothers, and that most of them are in relationships.” You steeled your gaze toward Bucky, yanking yourself and your coffee back to create more distance. “But you still have all those girls hanging off of you, your little fan club-“

“Omega Bean, we waited for you. We would never-“

“Yeah? Did you?” You snapped again, bearing your teeth with bite and ire. “You had each other. I had no one. You at least got to grow up together while I was ripped away and moved across the country.”

“You know what our parents said-“ Steve had reached for you again, his fingers grazing your forearm. “I’m sorry we had to leave, but you’re here and we can start off-“

“No,” you cut him off, confused by your feelings and the screeching of your hindbrain to just give in, “no we are not diving back in. Not where we left off. Absolutely not.”

“Friends then?” Bucky stole your attention, smiling charmingly and beautifully. “No courting, no dates. Just…friends? And a tutor..?”

“I’m so pissed at you, I could throttle both of you.” You growled, still as intimidating as a little bunny, but if it made you feel better they would’ve heard it all day.

“You got Steve already.” Bucky grinned, boyishly chortling under his breath. “I don’t remember you being so strong.”

“Bucky-“

“Yeah? You’re next Barnes.” You grabbed your bag and lifted it over your shoulder, letting it fall against your hip. You stood and grabbed your coffee and your untouched pastry, clinging to both as you stood but hadn’t left.

“Friends?” Bucky batted his eyelashes at you, pouting and pleading in a very un-alpha like manner.

“You really waited? You had no one else?” You questioned, your guard slipping for a moment.

“Of course we did.” Steve’s voice had grown softer, his eyes just as tender and sweet. “I can count on one hand-“

“We missed you.” Bucky grabbed your wrist, his thumb brushing against your veins as he scented you. “We missed you every day, omega bean.”

It brought you comfort and warmth, and you had to mentally berate yourself not to close your eyes and revel in it.

“Friends. Barely friends.” You jabbed your finger into Bucky’s chest, your eyes narrowing into a glare that was neither intimidating nor deadly. “And we start studying Thursday.”

“We have practice Thursday.” Steve spoke, sliding the calendar over to you. “Friday and Saturday’s are saved for games-“

“Fine. Wednesday then,” you spoke again, with a little more fierce, “I can only do Monday and Wednesday.”

“Since we’re friends…” Bucky slowly stood, trapping you between the next table and his chest. “Would you consider coming to our practices and games?”

“Our first game is this week. Start of the season-“

“-fine.” You stepped around Bucky and began walking toward the door, stopped once more by the sound of his voice.

“Would you consider friends with-“ you turned and looked over your shoulder, a laugh bubbling on your tongue as Steve slapped his hand over Bucky’s mouth to shut him up.

“Silence,” you laughed under your breath, “it’s a real good look on you, Barnes.”

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Affinity Series Installment 11 is here!

Installment 11 is now live on my ao3!

Happy reading heathens!

It’s a glorious Saturday afternoon.

The sun is high in the cloudless sky as you drive along the country roads deeper into the compound. You sometimes forget just how large this place really is. Tony made sure to have enough space so that anyone on the team could make a home without feeling suffocated with the day-to-day that is being an Avenger.

As your taking in all the lush greenery around you, you feel the car begin to turn onto a road you have never seen before.

“Ooh. This is new. Looks freshly paved.”

“It is. Finished just a couple days ago actually.” Bucky states.

“I wonder what it could possibly be all the way out here?”

“Well, stop pondering and just let your eyes wander, Doll. I’m sure it will show itself soon.” Steve quips with a poke to your side from the backseat.

Just as you turn in your seat to give the cheeky Alpha a sassy retort the tree lined road opens to clearing. Revealing luscious green grass surrounding the most beautiful Victorian Gothic house you have ever laid eyes on. It looks as if someone had reached inside your head and brought your dream home to life.

“It’s so beautiful.” You whisper to no one.

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[holyluluslibrary]

Complete series.

Fake mate masterlist

Summary: Faking it is not that hard.

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shitty parents, feisty omega, fake relationship, bisexuell Steve & Bucky, implied smut/claiming, fluff, nesting, scenting, Bucky is a big softie, a/b/o

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut // 😈 darkish

Fake Mate (1) 💔 💕

True Mate (2) 💕

Loving Mates (3) 💕🖤

Forever Mates (4) 💕

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