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On The Hunt: Mending The Remains
Summary- 5.4k Alpha Steve x Little One. You and Steve have started working together once more as a team, trying to meet one another halfway. Steve opens up in a vulnerable way, a first time for him.
Warnings- Steve being emotionally vulnerable.
A/N- It took a long time to get here, but I don't regret any of it. I love the journey we have been on, it was raw and heartbreaking. I appreciate all of you who have continued along with me on this. Special shoutout to @yenzys-lucky-charm for proof reading and encouraging me whenever I was doubting myself. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed this chapter. It means so much to writers.
Chapter Eight / Masterlist
You woke up expecting to find Steve next to you but the bed was empty. Not cold though, when your palm reached across the mattress it was still warm from where he had been. Your senses drifted, listening all around you.Â
It wasnât quiet by any means. You had quickly learned that apartments were anything but peaceful like the little cabin by the lake. You could hear the endless voices of the building's other occupants. You sighed at the intrusion, but the smell of food coming from your apartment's kitchen had you perking up.Â
There Steve was, making breakfast. And you inhaled the arousing scent of him among the smell of eggs, butter, and bacon.Â
<Go jump him.> A sniggering voice and you groaned at it, pushing up to a seat and shoving off any blankets that were suddenly suffocating you.Â
Chill you horny bitch. You retaliate, leaving the hallway and quietly heading for your bedroom to gather up some clothes.Â
The Little Wolf was smug, her tail wagging in a playful manner as you dug through your stuff, getting everything you would need for the day. <We, not just me. Itâs the heat.> She stretched and you made a quick retreat to the bathroom, taking a deep inhale.Â
Heat or not, we are just starting to get back something. You turn on the shower to cold and climb in, your body tingling with anticipation, urging you to mate, to fuck and reclaim. Iâm not ready for that, not yet. You admitted as you leaned into the water, hoping it would start to break the warmth in your body.Â
It did no such thing. Instead clear images of past heats assaulted you, images of you and Steve tangled up together in the most primal way. His heavy hand wrapped around your neck to keep you pinned in your nest while he pounded you from behind. âFill this belly with me Little One.â He would growl loudly while your body jolted into the bed.âDripping me for days. Everyone will know who keeps you full.âÂ
âFuck.â You muttered in a whisper as your body clenched in response, wanting that knot you knew Steve would fill you with. Your hand drifted down, hovering over your belly. âWhat a sweet smelling cunt for her Alpha.â The sensation of his tongue was very vivid as your fingers slipped between swollen folds, so sensitive that the brush of your fingertips against your clit was an aching need. You swirled against that spot, softly whining as your thighs spread further.Â
âFeel so good Little One, fuck I could just stay knotted in you all day.â You heard his moan, the sun filtering in through the open balcony doors, the fresh air a cool breeze coming off the lake relieving your sex-drenched bodies. Steve shuddered above you as he released in you again, his knot stretching you till you were clinging to him, the sensation of pleasure almost overwhelming as you both were exhausted. The cold water of your shower did little to kill the way your body ached now from the memories, your fingers finally fucking into your aching heat while your thumb teased your clit.Â
Release would bring a slight relief, but no satisfaction.Â
The Alpha knew as soon as you walked in, the large wolf going alert and tense while Steve stood at the stove reheating the food. There was no denying he heard your soft whines and moans through the thin walls, what you were doing to appease your heat.Â
Steve had never been so fucking hard in his life but everything in him refused to act on it, not even the Alpha pushed for it like he usually did. It was a solid understanding that nothing would happen until you were ready.Â
So for now Steve would do other things for you that were as important, like making sure you had a solid meal. You settled quickly in your seat at the bar, watching as he piled plenty of food on your plate and handed it over. âYou always make enough to feed a whole army.â You teased as you pushed your fork into the mountain of eggs and cheese he had on your plate.Â
âSorry.â He shrugged a shoulder, giving a small grin in apology. âOld habits like feeding a whole squad of shifters at home or with Shield is hard to break.âÂ
âWas that something you did often?â You inquired while digging into your food. Steve settled across from you, taking his time before offering an answer.Â
âWe took shifts with the Howling Commandos. All the work was shared in our unit, no one too good to do anything. I learned real fast how to make something quick, easy and good.â He took a bite, savoring it for a moment before swallowing. âI would never hear the end of it when I burned something. Being Captain of the unit, they werenât about to let me get away with anything.âÂ
You chuckled at the thought of it, waving your fork towards him as you got caught up in the moment. âHell no, you gotta do everything to tip-top shape Alpha. Including feeding your men.â You took another forkful and smirked as you brought it to your mouth. âAnd me too.â Then took that cheesy bite of eggs, sighing happily at how something so simple could be that good.Â
âI donât think I have ever let you go hungry Little One.â Steve said incredulously while scooping another forkful of eggs and this time a bite of his toast onto his fork and leaned over the counter towards you, offering the bite from his fork to you.Â
âThere was that one timeâŚâ You teased as you were quick to take his offering, listening to him sputter trying to recall what time that could possibly be.Â
<You're gonna drive him mad Y/N.> Your Little Wolf scolded.Â
I will make it up to him. You assured her while mimicking what he did for you, leaning over towards him with your own offering, smiling softly at him. âYour unit was lucky to have you, burned food and all.âÂ
âYou have been talking to Bucky, havenât you.â Steve huffed while taking your offering, the teasing dying down after that while you two continued the last of the meal. You groaned while pushing aside your plate that had scatterings of leftovers that Steve pulled towards him to finish off.Â
âI'm stuffed, I canât eat another bite.âÂ
âThen I did my job.â Steve rumbled with a smirk of satisfaction while he gathered the last of the dishes off the table and brought them to the sink. âI was thinking about going back in today.âÂ
You perked up at the change of subject. âTo the warehouse.âÂ
âYes⌠we know Ulysses isnât there, yet. And we canât do anything till he either is or one of them drops his location. We need to go back inside.âÂ
Your Little Wolf hummed with anticipation, her ears perked excitedly at the prospect of working together. âSo what do you propose? I can easily slip in like before if they donât know about that door, but youâre so much bigger. Yesterday we got lucky.âÂ
âWe did, so you're going to go in that way, on the ground searching for anything we can use. I will be up high.âÂ
âUp high?âÂ
âThe roof, I can access it that way. Before I came looking for you, I checked it all out. They have no surveillance up there.â Steveâs glance went over your features, like he was assuring himself before it fell to the bracelet Shuri equipped you with. âThat works with the Little Wolf too?âÂ
âYeah, it slows us down, but it will cover her chest and throat in the same way it does with me.â Your body tingled, the reminder that your heat was still raging under your skin, itching for you to nest and mate. Your shower tampered it, but not forever. âAnd I plan on using it.â You noticed Steve sharply inhale, his eyes going pinpoint in interest but nothing more, your pulse raced at the barely there response from him. âWhat are you thinking? Donât censor it.âÂ
The pulse in his neck was picking up, your teeth aching to drag across it to make your Alpha shudder. Stop it Y/N⌠You snapped at yourself.Â
<You know that isnât going to stop it.>Â
Blue eyes burned at you across the table and you braced yourself at the gaze, unsure of what he was going to tell you. âThat you're going to be fine Y/N, I know that you're good at this.â Your brows sprung up in surprise, making Steve chuckle softly, his hand reaching over with an open waiting palm for you. âTâChalla had Shuri give Bucky and me access to the recent rescues. Little One, you made me so fucking proud, you pulled so many out that they never would have before.âÂ
Pride raced through you, making your hand reach out and take his while warmth raced to your face, making the tip of your nose wrinkle at the sensation and a little smile peek through. âOf course he did.âÂ
Steve squeezed your hand while continuing. âSo I know the urge to make you stay is the alpha instinct and yes, itâs still there, I still want to command you to stay here. Especially when I donât know what we're going into. I donât have the pack to rely on, no Natasha doing intel, Sam ready to step in, Clint picking off targets, not even Bucky at our six.âÂ
âThatâs a lot when you think of it that way.â You let your thumb stroke over his knuckles.
âMmh, that's the fears playing all the what if scenarios. Although I can't predict the future, I can confidently say that I trust you to stay safe and pull out if you have to.âÂ
You nodded assuredly, your tongue darting to moisten your lips, which Steveâs sharp stare didnât miss. âAnything else? Remember I said I want nothing censored.âÂ
âLittle OneâŚâ He started and you flashed him a look. Steveâs moment of resolve crumbled with that look. âHow tempting it would be to push you into one of those beds and knot you over and over Little One till you're as full as can be and needing me to stop, leaving you satisfied in your nest.â The growl in his voice was back, making your breath hitch as the Little Wolf ached to present for him. Tremors of excitement raced up your spine. âHow are you keeping yourself composed⌠it's the tether we are hanging onto right now.âÂ
âSteve-â Your hand tightened in his, and the hint of need escaped from between your lips. âI canât-âÂ
âY/N, hey⌠'' Steve spoke sharp enough to make your mouth snap closed. âNothing happens till you tell me too. Till we're both ready for us again.â
âThank you.â You said earnestly and moved to a stand, tilting your head towards the door. âShall we get this done Alpha?âÂ
âLead the way Omega, This is your mission.âÂ
Steve crept among the warehouse beams, folding his massive body half over while he tracked the current residents from up above. He had last caught a glimpse of you several minutes ago, steering clear of the sound of voices, knowing that's where he was headed. You weaved among massive crates of cargo, going towards what looked like empty offices, searching for anything that would give them intel.Â
Steve often wished for missions to end, not because of how he felt about himself, but because leading others into the possibility of danger took a toll on him. He learned to trust who worked with him though and he fell back onto that, you would call for him if you needed help. It didnât stop him from constantly checking for you, there was no way he would be able to ever completely turn that off.Â
But he was willing to work on it. Taking in a deep calming inhale, he forcibly made himself get further away from you till he was just above the few people remaining in the warehouse. Steve activated a small communications device in his ear, the ping letting him know it connected and Shuriâs voice responded.Â
âYou found the base, but no sign of Ulysses?âÂ
Steve hummed in confirmation, letting the sounds from below take over what he could have said. The sound of a keyboard on the other end was barely noticeable while Shuri excitedly took down the information provided.Â
Fortunately for them, the people were discussing the next pickup point. An excited inhale of breath made Steve grin to himself, Shuriâs excitement infectious. âExcellent, I will tell my brother. They wonât be moving any more shifters from that location.âÂ
âGood.â Steve whispered, mentally taking in all the surroundings of the area, where the best exits were as well as the places that could trap him or you when the time came to collect their target. The conservation shifted to nothing of use, making Steve decide to pull away and go find you.Â
âGood job Alpha.â Came Shuriâs voice in his ear before he muted it, needing to be able to keep better track of what was going on around him. Your scent was nearby and Steve used that as his lifeline to you, tracking you towards the back of the building where dark offices were lined up. He dropped silently on the balls of his feet and slipped inside the one he sensed you in. In the near dark he could see you whip around with a growl rising from you, only to settle back down once you realized it was him.Â
âYou're almost done?â Steve softly asked and you held up a small USB drive with a smirk of satisfaction.Â
âYes, I was just taking one more glance over. They don't lock up anything here. Idiots.â you mutter as you slip a file cabinet closed. You slipped Steve the drive, with the brush of your hand, your Little Wolf crooned, making you stiffen as your senses flared. Everything about Steve came in hyperfocus, your heat making your body ache with need once more.Â
The edge you had taken off earlier was wearing off.Â
Steve noticed it too, his eyes dilating with arousal, your scent filling him in the enclosed space. âFuck.â He rumbled, his jaw clenching and the muscles fluttering in his cheek. Everything in him made him look like he was about to pounce, but with visible shaking of his body, he stepped back with a warning in the sound of a snarl escaping. âLittle One, you gotta get it under control or else-âÂ
Else what? your alpha would pin you against the file cabinets and take you? Over and over, breeding you till you couldn't stand up anymore? Bend you against the desk with a biting grip to the back of your neck to hold you still while he knotted you? The images plagued you and your Little Wolf, your body waring with your common sense.Â
You stepped closer, seeking to cross that line in the sand you drew.Â
Sounds interrupted you both, voices passing the offices and Steve grabbed at you to pull you into him, both of you slamming into a wall to keep out of sight of anyone passing.Â
Your heart raced in anticipation, crushed against Steve, you sighed in some relief against his chest, feeling him body to body. Your hand reached up, cupping his jaw to have him pry his eyes away from the partially open door to look at you.Â
You were aching, your Little Wolf was feeling frantic and all you could imagine was letting go. To let Steve take over, to feel him in all your senses in a way that you didnât have to struggle anymore. You missed him so much, even as close as he was, it still hurt to have a screaming void between you two.Â
Your Little Wolf whined for that connection you both missed desperately, lonely for her Alpha. Itâs what broke your resolve, feeling her pain like a physical throb in your chest. âYou have until they are gone to kiss me.â Your eyes searched his, so crystal clear even in the dark shadows, there was no missing the flare of yellow melding in his blue orbs. Your lips hovered so close, leaving it up to him to close the distance, to take what you were offering.Â
His gaze dropped to your cupid's bow, admiring the curve of your mouth before drawing in a breath and seeking it out.Â
His lips felt familiar as they swept against yours, relief singing in your veins at the slight connection your body so desperately ached for. A soft grunt escaped him when your tongue touched against the seam of his lips, inviting more from him.Â
A hand went to the back of your neck, squeezing lightly and drawing you in close, his nose tracing against yours a moment when the two of you broke before tilting to see each other out again.Â
You gasped when his hand tightened into your hair, dragging your head back to open you more to him, teeth nipping at your lips till your lips parted and he devoured you. A man starved and you encouraged it, your soft whimpers escaping into the kiss.Â
Panting against each other when you pull away, your eyes both closed and foreheads leaning together, you reluctantly release your hold on Steve. âTimeâs upâŚâ You whisper to him and slip out the door to make your escape, your Alpha close on your heels.Â
It was late, the moon slipping through the apartment windows as you made your way back to Steveâs door. After the kiss, your heat once more sated but your yearning for your mate was a vicious cycle.Â
Especially when he was keeping himself in check, and respecting your boundaries. Your hand hovered against the thin wooden door, pulling back to your chest in hesitation. It was a battle in your mind and heart, your mind warning you to be careful and your heart making you want to reach for him again.Â
You couldnât even blame it on your heat this time. You just missed Steve.Â
Your Little Wolf was an ever-warm presence in your mind, but so quiet when usually her quips plagued you. Youâre quiet tonight.Â
<I am tired.>Â She growled wearily, her tail wrapping over her nose in dismissal of you. <You know what you want and you are the one standing in your way.>Â
Your frown deepened and your arms hugged around yourself tighter. So much has happened Little Wolf. You sighed, your fingertips tracing softly against the wood of the door, the barrier between the two of you. He says he is willing to wait, but Iâm so stuck on that he left at all and I donât know how to get past that. Whenever the thought snuck in, wiggled its intrusiveness into your thoughts, all those fears and anger sunk in deep. It had its hooks in you and you didnât know how to let them go.Â
It was like a dark stain you couldn't scrub off.Â
<It canât go back to what it was Y/N. You said so yourself. Itâs time you open up to Steve, are you afraid this new version of you he will abandon? Stop being afraid of what could happen.>Â
Of course, your Little Wolf could voice exactly what your unsaid fear was. What if we're both holding onto something that doesnât even work?Â
<What if it does? What if he is like us, learning and growing into someone he wasnât before? Is he worth taking that chance?> Then she withdrew from your consciousness, letting you make the final choice. <Can you forgive him?>
You went to him the night before because your body was breaking, the heat so overwhelming that it made you crazy. Tonight it was just you, you missed curling up with your Alpha in a way far more intimate than sex could give.Â
Just being held, just feeling your body meld against his while tucked against each other, sharing pieces of one another while the world stopped being so demanding for a little while. Your hand enclosed around the handle and you pushed the door open, slipping into the darkened bedroom. You sensed Steve in the bed, the shadow of his form shifting slightly to make room for you.Â
You eased under the blankets, settling into your side while his arm wrapped around you to tuck you against him, his chest pressing into your back, you felt yourself start to relax into being held. A short tremor of relief was followed by you going completely lax in his hold. Steve shifted behind you, his face tucking in against your neck and his deep inhale had his chest pressing into you, his sigh one matching just how you were feeling too.Â
Like you were home.Â
It jolted you awake, the feeling of an arm crushing around your chest, the air being squeezed from your body, leaving you gasping. What the-Â
Your Little Wolf was yipping <Wake him up Y/N.>Â
Behind you could hear a sob escape, Steveâs body crushing against yours. You had to wriggle, and turn enough to ease from his hold. Somehow he was still asleep, whatever dream was plaguing him making his features twist in pain.Â
Steve managed to roll onto his back, a gasp escaping him. In a split second, you followed him, perching on his stomach as your hands cupped his face. âSteve, baby wake up.â You called him. Your Little Wolf whined anxiously while you both watched his eyelids twitch frantically and then jolt open, his eyes unfocused as they rolled around the room searching. Then they fell on you and you felt the multitude of emotions in them. Â
They glimmered with tears caught in his lashes, his gasps making his chest heave underneath you. Your hands were cupping his red cheeks, tear-stained while he was stuck in his nightmare. âHey, youâre okay Steve, itâs all okay.âÂ
âLittle One?â He croaked out, his eyes blinking rapidly as he seemed to take in his surroundings. The snarl that rolled from him sounded painfilled, making you push up off him to see if he was injured anywhere.Â
Hands quickly grasped your waist and pulled you back firmly onto him. âDonât⌠just stay, please.â His fingers were digging into you, sure they would mark you, but you didnât make another move. Instead, you let your hands slide against him, letting him feel your touch on his face, swiping along his neck and his shoulders.Â
Anything you could do to calm his racing heart in his chest and ease the tension riddling him, your brow furrowed with wonder at what had him having that haunted look in his eyes as he seemed to study you just as hard. His hands finally loosened enough to not hold you so tightly, instead, he traced your curves, dipping along your waist and up your back to squeeze the back of your neck assuredly while fingertips fluttered over your pulse.Â
Your Little Wolf chirped at the touch, making your eyes flutter for a moment before they sharpened with concern. âAre you okay Alpha?âÂ
He gave a slight nod, inhaling sharply for a moment to clear out the last of his nightmare. You shifted down, alarm flaring in his features till he realized you were lying against his chest, letting him feel all of you against him. âWhat were you dreaming about Steve?âÂ
It was quiet for several moments, your head laid against his chest so you could hear his heartbeat against his chest, the whoosh of his breathing going back to steady assuring to your Little Wolf.
You debated on pushing for an answer, in the past you wouldnât have insisted. The times you found him unsettled, waking up to find him out on the back cabin deck inhaling a cigarette, the only times you ever saw him smoke, you waited for him to return to bed. But maybe you needed to insist on him to share, be Steveâs safe place like he had tried to be for you when you were bonded with him.Â
His hand smoothed up under your nightshirt, palm soothing against your back when you tipped your head up, the tip of your nose tracing up his neck. âLet me in.âÂ
âDo you remember any of when Pierce shot you with the dart?â Steveâs finally started, his arm circling your waist.Â
âI remember my wolf disappearing and the pain, but that's it.âÂ
âI lost it, when you went down, I went feral. The Alpha wouldn't let anyone come near us till Bucky challenged him. All I could think was that I lost you.âÂ
You stiffened a bit when a croon from your Little Wolf reminded you to just listen to him.Â
âIt was like when Bucky was taken all over again, I failed to keep him safe with the Howling Commandos.â He rumbled underneath you. It took everything in you to resist correcting him, that this was life and he was just a man, there was only so much he could do. âI already know what youâre gonna say Little One.â His tone muffled in your hair, his face pressing in against your head for a moment, like it was reassuring him.Â
âNot a peep from me Alpha, keep going.â The Little Wolf was waves of warmth in you, which you hoped passed to Steve in some way. âIt must have been hard losing Bucky?âÂ
âGod I blamed myself, hunted for him for months. They had him in that facility dragging him for information, testing him. If I had just been paying better attentionâŚâÂ
âYou got him back though.â You insisted, making Steve give a humorless chuckle.Â
âI did, but he had already changed. They twisted his wolf till he broke, his limp is now permanent, and his mind was like a minefield. You saw him in Wakanda, so reactive to everything.âÂ
You hummed to acknowledge him, remembering Buckyâs nightmares taking over. You knew where this was going, Steve took everything that happened to his loved ones so personally, mixed with his alpha tendencies, it was enough to drive anyone a little crazy. âHe trusted me and I failed him.âÂ
You trusted me, and I failed you. Your mind filled in what he wasnât saying out loud. You kept quiet still, trusting your Little Wolf when she told you to just let him talk. âThen there's you.â You felt his lips against the crown of your head and his hold tightened, not that you could get any closer at the moment. âThe half my Alpha sings for every day. What happened, Little One, Iâm sorry that I wasnât seeing you as you asked me to and I closed you out, that I broke-âÂ
Here you stirred, pushing back up till your elbows were tucked under you to give you leverage to look down at Steve.
You knew he was trying. He had kept so much bottled in, trying to be a perfect alpha for everyone who depended on him, strong and always in control. You knew he wouldnât forgive himself for how everything happened, they would plague him like they are doing now. Part of you was mad at yourself for not pushing Steve to open up to you when he claimed you as his.Â
He was never going to forgive himself, he would carry this till the end of his time, no matter how many times you could try telling him that you never blamed him for what happened to you. It hurts your heart to think of a whole lifetime of him punishing himself, even after working on meeting your needs.Â
Pierce shooting you, Brock collaring Steve and turning him into a weapon, then him breaking up with you because he was scared of the control he lost, not to mention all the stuff with Bucky that you were just finding out about. How much of that did he still hold himself to blame?
Can you forgive him? Your Little Wolfâs earlier words echoed back at you.Â
The alpha wasnât perfect, but he was a good man.Â
Your hands went to cover his mouth from saying anything more, his brows furrowing over his gaze, his eyes were raw to look into. He hid nothing in his blue orbs. When you were sure he wouldnât keep going, you let your hand slide to his cheek, cupping it. Your fingers gently scratched through the beard covering his cheek, affectionate in your touch. Your Little Wolf crooned soothingly in your mind, making you smile softly at her actions.Â
You could give him something he couldnât give himself. âI forgive you, Steve.âÂ
You felt him try to turn his face away, hide his gaze from you, but you tightened your hold on him. His breathing picked up, his chest raising with his sharp inhales. âI donât-âÂ
âSteve, look at me,â you commanded and he instinctively stopped struggling to do as you asked. âI forgive you.â You repeated firmly. He took a shuddering breath, releasing some of the tension he was holding onto. âI forgive you.â You repeated while your fingers traced along the top of his cheek and your thumb gathered at the tears building in his lashes. You felt him breaking slowly piece by piece under you. âI forgive you, Steve.â You repeated one last time with your shaky sigh.Â
There was a relief in your chest that washed over you. You had been holding onto so much anger and pain. It wasnât completely gone, but saying it out loud to him helped both of you. He started shaking under you, everything bubbling up to the surface that he kept down for so long. You saw his sob get swallowed, his throat working to keep himself contained.Â
This had moved on beyond his nightmare, this was years of self-inflicted pain you were seeing bleed through, holding himself accountable for so much that was out of his control. âItâs okay Steve to not be okay. I am not going anywhere.âÂ
His arms tightened, hugging you to him as finally, he broke in a way you had never seen him before. You wrapped around him the best you could, sure to hold him just as tightly back.Â
Steve stared at himself in the mirror, feeling the after effects of his late night wake up. His head throbbed and his eyes ached, the hot shower you insisted on him taking when he held a palm to his temple had helped a little.
Even feeling like shit, he felt better. Opening up to you lifted a weight he didn't know he had been carrying all this time.
His Alpha was a calmer presence in his mind, no longer a snapping and aggravated force that he had to contend with. Now the beast was calmer, occasionally scenting for where his Little One was in the apartment.Â
You werenât far, just beyond the door. Steve could see you still in his bed wrapped up in the blankets. Part of him was still shocked you stayed after he broke down, all of him was grateful that you did.Â
<Our Little One doesn't think weâre weak.> The ever-sensible Alpha picked up on some of his thoughts.Â
Steve inhaled sharply to clear his mind. It was certainly a lot to dump on her at once. Iâve never done that before. Not to her.
<She made it safe enough for it to happen.> The Alphaâs tail thumped once in approval. <Alanna would have murdered us in our sleep if she had seen it.> Steve shuddered at the thought of his ex seeing him like that. The Alpha snarled at the memory of it. <Our Little One isnât a power-hungry bitch who will sell us out.>Â
From the other room, a phone rang and Steve heard you answer it with a groggy âYeah?â He took one last glance at himself in the mirror and pushed away from the counter to go back into the bedroom. You seemed to be getting invested in the phone call, giving a glance at him and an immediate smile his way made Steve feel further at ease. âWe got this.â You hung up the phone and pushed the blankets away. âSo Steve, how do you feel about actually saving some people today?â
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Rawhide
Epilogue: Until The Cows Come Home
Summary: Five years post the final battle, Life at Avengers Ranch is pretty sweet
Warnings:Â Language, smut (NSFW) 18+
Pairing: Cowboy Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader. Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.
By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
A/N: So here it is! The epilogue. I hope you enjoy. As of now, I have no plans really to continue butâŚperhaps if the muse strikes we might see a few one shots to follow up.
Rawhide Masterlist // Main Master-list
 Part 14
W/C: 5.4k
âMy grandad told me about a cowboy he knew, once. Weâre going way back to the forties here. He rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, pulled his gun, and fired a shot right into the air.â Clint made a gun motion with his fingers and mimed the action.
âWay to make friends an influence people.â Pete rolled his eyes.
âWell, it was his horse, ya know, valuable commodities in those days. They still are.â Clint shrugged, âSo, he goes back into the bar, kicking off, demanding to know which snake had taken his horse. No one answered, so he says that heâs gonna have one more beer, and if his horse ainât back outside by the time he finished his drink, that heâs gonna âdo what I dun in Texas, and I donât like to have to do what I dun in TexasâŚââ Clint mimicked a southern accent and cleared his throat. âSome of the locals start shifting a little, ya know, nervous like. Anyway, true to his word, he has another beer, heads outside and his horse has been returned.â
âSo, thatâs it?â Bucky frowned, âthatâs the point of this story?â
âPretty much.â Clint shrugs, âhe saddled up, and started to ride out of town. He hasnât got more than a few yards though, when the bartender comes out and asks âsay, partner, before you goâŚwhat happened in Texas?â Dude tips his Stetson as he looks back and says, âI had to walk homeâ.â
There was a moment of silence, before the group groaned collectively, as Clint laughed. Bucky threw the crust of his sandwich at Clintâs head.
âThat is the stupidest joke Iâve ever heard.â
Steve snorted, listening to the guys banter as he leaned back against the tree trunk, his hat pulled down over his face. It had been a busy few days, moving the herd back down to the summer pastures and getting ready to bale the hay and silage that would see them through the winter. But he wasnât complaining. In fact, he hadnât complained about much over the past 5 years or so.
 Well, bar Bucky being a persistent pain in his ass, but what else was new?
In the months that followed the battle, Fury had been appointed interim president of the WSC and had been permanently installed following a term of elections, for two terms running now. As such, the World Security Council had made good on its promise. Each state had their own elected representatives, and the divide which had separated red and blue states had been torn down.
 Of course, some states still held conservative views, but even in those areas things had gotten much better for Omegas. Because their basic human rights had been secured through the Omega Rights Act at a federal level, something they failed to do the first time round due to the WSC preferring the appeasement method. Now, violation of those rights was punishable by law, no matter where you were, although how much it was enforced was anyoneâs guess and varied, again state to state.
It wasnât perfect, but then again nothing was. And it had been met in some instances with violent opposition, but that had been quashed pretty quickly. Some had been in favour of a more gradual overhaul, suggesting that each state should be allowed to install their own laws around Alphas, Betas and Omegas, as a sort of half-way house with a view to eventually changing the overall attitudes of people.
But, as Tony said in his speech when he was elected as the Senator for Montana, âsometimes you gotta run before you can walk.â
Essentially, it was all that they could have hoped for, and whilst it wasnât perfect, it was a damned site better than it had been. Steve's shield and suit, and indeed the rest of the Avengersâ weapons and kit remained untouched, gathering dust in the armoury.Â
Things had even taken a turn for the better at the ranch. It was bringing in good money, both from the cattle and the sudden tourism boost, people flocking to see the battle grounds where the latest Civil War had taken place. This, in turn, had seen an expansion to the âDude Ranchâ. Although Steve hadnât been particularly on board with that idea at first, heâd quickly been talked around.
As such, life for all the Avengers Ranch and everyone else in Stark Wood was good. In fact, life all round was good, but from a selfish point of view, the former was all Steve really gave a damned about now.
His mind strayed to you, and a soft smile spread across his face. Married now, you bore his name and his rings. More symbolic than anything, given the fact you were bonded beyond the normal ties of a bond anyway. But heâd wanted to show you exactly what you meant to him. Following his casual proposal, the night youâd returned home to the ranch, heâd done it properly a few weeks later. The pair of you had taken a ride up to the top of the hills and heâd gotten down on one knee at sunset, offering you his Momâs ring. Which youâd tearfully accepted.
Youâd married in the same place, the following summer, Thor overseeing the ceremony in his ordained state as Sheriff, and then you and your friends had partied long into the night in the huge tent on the grounds of the ranch.
Steve had kept good on his word too. Once he felt it was safe, the pair of you had gone to Texas where youâd visited your mamaâs grave and told her you were okay, laying a bunch of her favourite wildflowers by her headstone. And then, youâd located Colinâs. Tactfully, Steve kept his distance there and allowed you to say a proper goodbye to your previous alpha. Youâd told Colin (or at least youâd spoken to his modest headstone) all about your job at the ranch, how you worked shifts at the Vet clinic with Banner. Youâd chuckled when youâd explained how you were still the one doing the books because your Alpha was just as bad at it as he had beenâŚand youâd finished by thanking him for his sacrifice which meant you were alive today, and living the best possible life you could. Whether Steve believed in the afterlife or not, it had clearly made you feel better having said a proper goodbye, and who was he to deny you that?
Heâd deny you nothing. Heâd give you the moon and the stars in the sky to make you happy.
A boot kicking at the sole of his foot jerked Steve from his daydream, and he tipped his hat to look upwards.
âReady to kick on?â Sam asked.Â
âYeah, yeah I am.â He smiled. With a groan, he pushed himself up and dusted down the seat of his well-worn wranglers before he mounted Star.
Together, the five men herded the longhorns down towards the pastures which surrounded the ranch, where the work would start over the next few weeks to tag the calves and conduct the health checks needed on the females. When the last one was in the correct pasture, Clint closed the gate with a click.
As they turned the final corner towards home, Steve couldnât help the smile as he saw you in the riding arena. You leading Quin around, your Stetson sat on your head, a grin on your face as you walked. And upon Quinâs back sat a smaller figure, whose head was covered by a safety helmet.
Your daughter, Serenity Clara Rogers, known as Seren. It was a name chosen for its various meanings. In its full form her first name meant peaceful, which was what your lives had been since the battle and what you both hoped it would be for the rest of your lives. In its shortened, it translated as star, a small tribute to Steveâs emblem.
Her middle name was a payback to your Southern roots, and it meant bright and clear. And when it was all put together, it was exactly what she was to you both, a shining, bright star of peace and love and hope.
Getting Star up into a trot, and then a loping canter, he was pulling into the main grounds of the ranch a few minutes later.
âDaddy! Looks! I wides Quin!â
Steve grinned as he hopped off his horse and strode towards the paddock fence, looping the reins around the top rail. âI can see that!â
âCans I has my own?â
Steve laughed, âyou think youâre old enough?â
âIâm free!â A tiny handheld up three fingers as Steve faulted over the post and rails and strode towards you both.
âHi, Cowboy.â You beamed as he kissed you softly.
âHi, Doll.â His lips brushed yours before he turned to look at his daughter. She was much like you, same eyes, same hair, same attitude, and excitement to life. But, very much with the Rogers attitude and, funnily enough, his cheekbones and nose.Â
âGood day?âÂ
âYup, all cows present and correct. Did that new family check in?â
âYeah, all good.â You nodded. âOh, Banner called. He asked if I could cover the on call shift tonight at the surgery. Apparently Natasha has come down with that bug thatâs going round, and he doesnât want to leave her to take care of the baby Danny alone. Think theyâre all still adjusting, ya know, after the adoptionâŚâ
âI think thatâs okay, donât you, Wren?â he playfully poked Serenâs tummy, speaking his nickname for her and she giggled.
âCans we watch Toy Story? Wivs popcorns?â
âToy Story? Again?â Steve groaned and Seren narrowed her eyes.
âI wikes it. Is my fave-rite.â
âReally, Iâd never have guessed.â
Her Daddyâs sarcasm went right over Serenâs head, and you chuckled. âWe got everyone coming for dinner tonight, baby, so you might not get chance.â
âAfter dinner?â
âWeâll see.â You smiled, âyou ready to get down? I think Quin could do with a drink before we pop him out.â
âOtayâŚâSeren sighed, dramatically. She held her arms out and Steve reached up to pluck her out of the saddle. Her little arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her cheek. âDaddy, your whiskers are scratchy!â
âAre they?â Steve frowned, before he rubbed his cheek against hers, causing her to squeal. Her hands pushed at his face as she giggled. With a laugh, Steve pulled back and she cupped his face, her fingers threading into his beard as she smushed his cheeks together.
âI wobes you, daddy bear.â
âI love you too, sweetheart. More than all the stars.â
Your heart swelled, the way it always did when you watched Steve with your daughter. She was the apple of his eye and he doted on her in all the right ways. He indulged her, let her be her own person, but wasnât afraid to dish out the discipline when needed.
In contrast to Bucky, who pretty much let her get away with anything and everything.
Steve carried her out of the paddock, and you followed, leading Quin.
 âUnca Buck!â Seren squealed as she spotted her favourite uncle and she wriggled. Steve let her down and she took off towards him.
âHey, Squirt!â Bucky grinned as he picked her up. âYou had a good day?â
âYips. Me and Mama took âMando for a walk, dens we made lunch, and I rides!â
âyeah, I saw you on Quin. Bout time daddy got you a pony of your own, huh?â
âDass what I saids!â Seren held her hands out to her side and Bucky laughed, ignoring the death stare Steve was shooting him.
âShe might have a point, Alpha.â You smirked as you passed him by and tried not to chuckle as his head whipped towards you.
âhuh?â he followed you into the barn. âReally? You think sheâs old enough?â
âItâs not like sheâll be going on cattle drives.â You smiled as you undid the girth to Quinâs saddle. âBut what harm can it do? A little pony or something she can love and cuddle. Youâve seen what sheâs like with every animal she comes across.â
âYeah, which is how weâve ended up with a damned cat that lives in the house now and not the barn, much to Commandoâs disgust.â
âHey, Barney would have died otherwiseâŚâ
âAnd the guinea pigs? Were they on deaths door too when Bucky and Sam bought them for her?â
âSparkle and Cookie live outside, well in Summer anywayâŚâ
âThe tank of goldfish?â
âShe won one at a fair. Thor was right, it was mean to keep him in a bowl on his own. He needed friends.â
Steve scoffed and you snorted.
âStop being a grouch.â You teased, âmake the most of her being like this. Because give it ten, twelve years sheâll be out dating and chasing boys instead.â
âOver my dead body.â Steve glowered.
âYou canât fight her growing up.â
âNo, but I can fight any punk that comes within a three mile radius of her.â
That made you laugh, as you placed Quinâs saddle on the rack. âOh, Steve.â You turned towards him, stepping into his arms. He groaned, his face pressing into his neck.
âStop itâŚâhe whined. âI donât want her to grow up, ever. Whereâs our baby gone?â
âOkay, Iâm sorry.â You kissed his cheek.Â
âWhat time are you on call from?â
âSeven-ish.â you stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, which was a little damp with sweat. Not that you cared. âI might not be needed but, you never know.â
âOkay, so if we grill for dinner at sixish, you should be okay?â
âCounting on it.â you smiled, âsides and fixings are all ready.â
âYouâre too good to me, to us.â He smiled, his lips pressing back to yours.
You hummed into the kiss, allowing him to pull you closer. The smell and feel of your Alpha, your soul mate, your husband washed over you as his strong arms wrapped around your back. You allowed yourself to get lost, giving into that Omega part of you that you now loved as much as Steve did.Â
âMama and Daddy is smoochinâ!â A loud giggle came from behind you and Steve gave a small groan as he pulled away.
âEwww!â Bucky wrinkled his nose, âdo they smooch a lot?â
âAaaallls da times!â Seren said, dramatically. âUnca Tony says mama wobes daddyâs animal maganatismâŚâ
âIâm gonna kill Stark.â Steve muttered as you, and the rest of the gang laughed.
**********
As was customary post the cattle drives, you hosted the guys, plus their partners for dinner. Thor and Tony also joined you, along with his daughter, Morgan and Pepper who was sporting a pretty large bump as Baby Stark number 2 was very much about to make an appearance.
Morgan and Seren, separated in age by less than a year spent the spring evening playing in the garden, and by the time everyone was leaving they were both exhausted. Steve took this as a win as he didnât have to sit there and watch Buzz and Woody for what felt like the hundredth time that week.
After bidding everyone goodbye, after clearing down the dishes and table, you headed off to take a call which had come through from the surgery.
Steve scooped his daughter up, âbedtime, baby.â
âI nots tiredâŚâ Seren protested, as she yawned and blinked hard.
âSureâŚâ Steve chuckled, âwell letâs get you bathed and then we can discuss this, huh?â
Once bathed, dried and in her little set of cowgirl themed pajamas, Seren had given up the fight and was, indeed, half asleep. Steve tucked her into her little bed, chuckling as Commando took up his usual place on top of the comforter, by her side. Her little hand curled into his fur as she yawned.
âStory?â
âYou bet.â Steve smiled, âwhich one tonight?â
âSpinderella.â She grinned. âI wikes dat one.â
âSpinderella it isâŚâ Steve crossed the room to her bookshelf and then looked as you wandered into the room.
âI gotta go in.â You sighed, âone of Mr. Craftâs horses has injured itself, pretty badly in its stall. He said it canât wait until tomorrow.â
âThatâs okay, we got things here, huh Wren?â
âYups.â Seren yawned again.
âI give her two pages, tops.â Steve chuckled, waving the book at you.
âI bet its four.â You smiled, leaning over to kiss her head. âNight baby, momma loves you so much.â
âWobes you too, momma.â she hugged you before you stood up, ruffling commandoâs fur. You then turned to Steve and kissed him quickly.
âI dunno how long Iâll be.â
âItâs okayâ Mega.â he smiled. âDrive safe, okay?â
You winked before you pulled away, his hand squeezing yours and you turned and left.
****
Seren actually fell asleep after three pages. When Steve heard her breathing even out, he glanced down and saw her eyes closed as she snuggled into him.
With a soft chuckle, he gently moved, his hand curling the back of her head. He lay her down, made sure she had her little bunny teddy with her and tucked her in.
âNight, my little star. Sweet dreams.â He whispered as he kissed her head.
Commando followed him as Steve headed down the hall after quietly shutting Seren's door. He padded his way down the staircase and found refuge at the wet bar for a drink before he settled up on the couch. His faithful dog hopped up next to him, resting his rather large head on Steve's lap. Flicking through channels, he found the mundane drone of the news filled his ears.
He watched the report and the panel as they chatted over a high profile court case that was filling the news at the moment, an actor versus his ex-wife who was accusing him of having jars of cocaine and âmega pintsâ of red wine or some bull shit like that.
It was frivolous. And really, Steve had no idea why it was news. But the fact it was, meant there was nothing more worthy of the airtime, meaning things with the WSC and senate were calm.
Which was fine by him.
He sighed contently and brought his whiskey to his lips. He'd nearly finished the glass by the time he'd heard your truck pulling up toward the porch.
He checked his watch, all in all youâd been gone just over an hour. Which meant whatever it was canât have been that serious. Hopefully, you wouldnât get another call that night. It was rare that you did when you were covering the emergency shift.
Commando grunted and slipped off the couch to greet you at the door.
âHiâŚâ you bent down to give him loves, âhi, fellaâŚâ
His tail wagged and wagged happily. And when Steve snapped his fingers, the dog walked off. The simple command allowed you to get back inside and shut the door.
"That was quick," Steve spoke gently as he stood from the couch. He made it a point to never, ever have his back to you in conversation if he could help it. You were his equal and you deserved  equal respect.
âOh, daft animal had been rearing in his stable and got his leg stuck. Nasty cut but I managed to clean it and pad it. Gave him a tetanus booster and that was it, said Iâd check back in tomorrow.â You smiled, âI just need ten minutes to type up the notes before I forget.â
"Alright," Steve nodded. "Can I get you a drink. 'Mega?"
âIâll take a tea, please.â You smiled, âbest not drink anymore in case I gotta go back out.â
You took your tablet from your bag and headed to the couch. By the time Steve was placing your drink down, your notes were done.
You shut the device down and placed it on the coffee table, picking up your drink and getting yourself comfortable as you swung your legs up beside you.
Steve picked up your leg from the ankle and set it in his lap, his strong hands rubbing over your calf through your jeans.
"Seren go down okay?"
âThree pages.â Steve chuckled.
You smirked as you blew a little over the rim of your mug, "new record."
âThink today tuckered her out. And I did a little thinkingâŚâ
He watched you wince a little as he dug into a knot, "what's that?" You looked at him.
âMaybe a pony of her own ainât such a bad idea.â
âOkay, thatâŚthat didnât take much convincing at all, Alpha.â
Steve chuckled then he sighed, "I think she's ready. I could make a few calls, see who's got one available."
âNo needâŚâ you bit your lip. âThe Crafts have oneâŚtheir youngest has outgrown him. I said Iâd talk to youâŚâ
"Oh," Steve nodded, "that works then."
âYeah, convenientâŚâ you agreed. And then Steve noticed the smirk on your face.
He gave a groan and a snort. âWas I actually going to get a say in whether or not she got a pony or was this just something you were gonna do regardless?â
"I mean I was just making it known that we'd discussed it. Formalities of checking with my mate and all that."
Oh, checking with your mate? Donât you mean asking permission from your Alpha?â Steve teased.
"Details, details," you sniggered.
Steve rolled his eyes and took a sip from his drink. âSo, what is it?â
âA male Shetland pony. Called Coco.â
Steve merely nodded as you continued.
âAnd. Letâs face it, itâs an investment.â You continued, âbecause when Seren has outgrown him, wellâŚhopefully thereâll be another little one whoâs ready to take the reins so to speak.â
Steve's face softened. "yeah?"
âYeah.â You looked at him, a smile on your lips. âI thought that maybe when my next heat is due to hit, I donât get my shotâŚsee what happens.â
"Don't, don't do it." He sat forward, "I'm ready, darlin'."
You bit your lip, âme too.â
Steve held your ankles on his lap with one hand and leaned forward toward you more, "I want as many pups as we can, while we can."
âWoah, slow down there cowboyâŚâ you chuckled, âIâm absolutely happy for two, I could be persuaded for threeâŚâ
Steve pecked your lips, "I'm teasing. We talked about two, but I'd be alright with three."
You smiled, your hand running through his hair, and then you moved to press your fingers to your mark.
I love you⌠your voice echoed in his head.
âI love you too," he whispered lowly. "So much, 'Mega."
âKiss me Alpha.â
It took a tiny growl from his chest before his lips slowly, tenderly melted against your own. His soft kiss fluttered your insides and without though to it, you were in his lap.
Your hands cupped his bearded cheeks, the pads of your fingers softly brushing against his bristles as your lips allows his to lead them in a slow, sensual dance.
"Lemme love on you, 'Mega."
âAlwaysâŚâ your nose brushed his, âtake me to bed.â
Steve needn't say another word, nor make any extra moves. He simply stood as he settled you into his arms and began his way towards the stairs. Blindly, yet expertly, he carried you up and up, to your bedroom where your bed awaited.
With a tenderness he reserved especially for you, he laid you down in the middle, on top of your pale blue comforter and positioned himself over you. One knee nestled between your thighs, his left hand planted by your head whilst his right hand cupped your face.
"My beautiful 'Mega," his voice whispered as his breath gently fanned your face.
Your own hand reached up, fingers gently tracing the curve of his jaw as he closed his eyes.
âMy handsome, strong, protective Alpha.â You purred.
Time stood still when the two of you were like this. The intimacy so pure, that it squeezed at the heart in your chest that now beat for only he and Seren.
Steve dipped his head and captured your lips in a soft kiss. The feel of his lips on yours made you hummed against him. You parted your lips as the tip of Steve's tongue tickled at the pucker lines of your bottom lip.
Your hands dipped, finding the hem of his shirt and you gave a tug.
Steve's kiss barely stopped as you pulled the shirt up and over his head. The material pooled at his wrist by your ear. His fist curled together in his right hand, and he knuckled the mattress to flick away his tee. His lips were quickly back on yours trailing across your jaw and down your neck.
You sighed, happily, an Omega trill rolling in your throat which made Steve grumble a chuckle in response.
He sat back on his knees and pulled at the hem of your own tee as he did so, taking your body with him. With a light giggle you fell back with a little bounce to the mattress.
"That's better," Steve rasped as he bent back over you. He continued his trail of bearded kisses down your dĂŠcolletage, to between your breasts and descending towards your navel.
He smiled against your skin as your belly twitched, always the same. So sensitive and ticklish in areas. He found it cute, and sexy.
He gave a nip to the skin below your belly button at the tip of your scar that gave him his daughter. Then he kissed the sting away tenderly. Those glittering, cerulean eyes looked up at you and he smiled against your skin.
You felt as if you blinked and then suddenly you laid naked before your Alpha, bar the bra that covered your breasts.
You chuckled and Steve looked at you, his chin resting on your sternum.
âWhat?â
âNothin, just the speed at which you undress me always amuses me.â
"You make me very impatient, doll."
âI bet you say that to all the girlsâŚâ
"Just you," he smirks as his beard began to tickle the inside of your calve.
âGood to knowâŚâ you sighed.
"Mmhmm," he kept his lips to your leg.
You trilled again as whiskers tickled the inside of your thigh.
âOh, MegaâŚI love those noisesâŚâ he worked his way up.
He nudged that joint where hip and thigh came together, scenting you. Your hand automatically tangled in his hair, your breath hitching in your chest.
Tentatively, Steve nosed your mound, the tip of his tongue tickling your swelling, sensitive bud. You whined, your back arching off the bed.
A low rumble sounded in your ears as Steve tasted you. He locked at you like a kitten to milk.
You whimpered and moaned softly, your knees caging his head in at his ears as your alpha gave you what you craved, what you wanted.
He'd eat away at you with fervor, then he'd slow to a near stop and  make love to you there like it would be the last time.
And you loved every single moment.
Your orgasm was growing close, and you felt your body teetering on the edge of bliss. Tingling through your body felt like soda bubbles in your nerves.
"S'close, Alpha..."
He growled a little, before just as you knew he would, he slowed down. Leaving you mewling and begging for more.
"Please, Alpha..."
With a final grunt, Steve pulled away and wiped his face on the comforter. With a quick movement, he was up, out of his jeans and then back over you.
You were breathless, your body aflame. A sheen of sweat was beginning to cover your skin as you burnt hot from within.
âI got you, megaâŚâ he whispered.
Steve held himself as he slipped right into you, a moan from you and a groan from him filling the airy space of the room.
Your hands flew to his broad back, curling round his shoulders as you dug your fingers into his muscles.
"You feel so good, doll." Steve's voice tickled your ear.
âYou tooâŚâ you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper over your panting.
Steve pulled back and slowly thrust back in, a rolling tide to his hips as he set the pace of loving on you.
His hands reached for yours, fingers lacing through your own as he pressed them either side of your head.
You sighed as his body melted into yours. The weight of him felt like a warm blanket, comforting you and securing you. It gave you a never ending sense of security. And to lock your bodies together tightly; you raised your hips and brought your ankles up to settle the heels of your feet against his lower back.
âShitâŚâ he grunted, his eyes closing for a moment before they opened, locked back on yours.
"There you are, Alpha," you sighed as he kept rolling those hips into you. "Don't ever hide." His eyes flashed a little as you arched into him even more. âLet go, SteveâŚâ
"No....not 'til you...."
Always putting you first, that never changed. No matter what, you were his priority in your moments together.Â
You preened your neck, stretching out for him. You felt his nose dip along your mark, and he shuddered. Your lips parted in a sigh as you started to tilt your hips again to meet him.
His teeth nipped softly at your mating gland, enough for you to feel it, but not enough to break the skin.
"Oh shit," you rasped. "Alpha...."
âMegaâŚmy megaâŚâ
"I'm...." you needed just a little more, you were so damn close.
Steve knew, he always knew. His hips picked up the pace, but somehow he kept the same depth and rhythm.Â
His lips claimed yours, the kiss deep yet soft. A juxtaposition. Just like your alpha himself. So strong, get gentle. So firm, but soft.
"Alpha...." you whined as you tightened around him, your nose buried right against his mark.
âCum for me, megaâŚâ his voice was deep, his instruction clear. It was an alpha command, the only time he ever used them in you was in moments like this.Â
And you craved it.
"Oh my....fuck, yes," you came with a cry.
âGood girlâŚâ Steve panted, his lips back at your mark.
You whined, whimpered then whined again at the praise.
âMy beautiful OmegaâŚâ Steveâs words were almost whispered, a strain in his voice.Â
He was close.
"Steve....let go, baby," you cooed.
âFuckâŚâÂ
You nudged at him with your nose, bringing his eyes back to yours.
Like times before there was the fleck of gold that flashed in his eyes, and you knew he saw it in yours. For the room went black and beyond the gaze of your connection a galaxy swarm around you.
When you finally found yourself again, Steveâs face was buried in your neck. He was panting, deeply. The rise and fall of his chest pressing against you and then releasing you from its hold.
Your fingertips danced up his spine and into the hair at the nape of his neck.
He gave a soft hum.
"I love you, my Alpha," you whispered.
âI love you too, my Omega. And I always will. Until the cows come home.â
âUntil the cows come home,â you kissed his neck, before he moved and captured your lips with a soft, sweet kiss. âUntil the cows come home.â
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the alpha next door
pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader
summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next doorâand his for you.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov
word count: 8.9k
a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink promptsâand this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing đ
also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!
When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were.Â
The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved.Â
But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his childâŚ
Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldnât avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him.Â
The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldnât even begin to name, but you tended to them like youâd planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his drivewayâwhich had a perfect view of your front garden. Heâd watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.
When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long heâd been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where heâd close his door and lean against it, panting like heâd just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldnât stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of youâat least not while you were just outside.Â
On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.
Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. Youâd let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasnât the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart.Â
As the weeks and months passed since youâd moved in, Steve couldnât help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega heâd ever met, and heâd be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.
That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.
That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega heâd determined you to beâyou were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alphaâs knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steveâs alpha heart.
But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and heâd never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasnât going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadnât asked for him to join you, anyway.
That didnât stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.
Heâd noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door.Â
Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldnât bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didnât want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions youâd need. But he didnât. He was worried about what heâd do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume.Â
So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a weekâs worth of provisionsâprotein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didnât want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent.Â
Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldnât help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steveâs alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that youâd only left it open because you couldnât close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.
Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that youâd left the skylight open, even a little bit.Â
But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steveâs earsâthrough the window of his bedroom that heâd thrown open the moment heâd heard youâhe forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than heâd ever been in his life.Â
Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasnât coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alphaâs help.Â
But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.
âNeed your knot, alpha, oh god, please,â you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldnât give you. âFill me up, daddy, I need itâneed your knot, alphaâdaddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!â Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.
One of Steveâs hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.
Steveâs other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldnât be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain heâd knock you up.Â
That is, if you werenât on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.
Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely cagedâhe wanted to breed you.Â
Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what youâd look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup.Â
He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before youâd even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.
It was that image of youâbeautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knotâthat made Steve come.Â
He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.
A growl tore from Steveâs lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged.Â
Steveâs release seemed to last for ages, longer than heâd ever experienced before, and if it wasnât for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he wouldâve been worried heâd gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.
Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cockâeven as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where heâd been standing.Â
The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. Heâd never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and heâd never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didnât know better, he would think you were his mateâthe one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him.Â
But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You mightâve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.
Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things heâd imagined while heâd jerked himself off. Heâd never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.
Thankfully, youâd gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag heâd used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldnât be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing heâd called out of work on heat leave.
Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldnât help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. Heâd never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if youâd had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if youâd make it through your heat.Â
His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldnât be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.
When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.
You hadnât met the alpha until after youâd moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was bigâso much bigger than youâwith broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steveâs thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.
A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy youâd discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve.Â
The alpha next door was just soâŚsweet.Â
It hadnât taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighborâs schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor.Â
And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasnât working, you sat on your back porch readingâthough you were more often ogling the fit alphaâs shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steveâs blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didnât think he was really looking at you.
Of course, when heâd offer to mow your lawn, youâd let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, youâd make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?
It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didnât seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and heâd been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet.Â
It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for youâtoo sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that youâd created together.Â
Youâd told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldnât be what you needed, then you didnât want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didnât listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where youâd get to see your neighborâworking in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard.Â
Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasnât uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous.Â
Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun.Â
You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didnât like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.
It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next doorâŚ
Later, youâd blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision youâd made in the urgency of your heat preparations wouldâve irrevocably changed your lifeâfor the betterâand you wouldnât give a thought to regretting what youâd done.
Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didnât even remember that youâd decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear youâbut he wasnât far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body.Â
Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omegaâs, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldnât form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if youâd had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that youâd forgotten the second they fell from your lips.
The first night of your heat, when youâd had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, youâd hoped you hadnât cried out anything that would embarrass youâlike Steveâs name. Youâd had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you werenât going through your heat. But youâd breathed a sigh of relief when you didnât remember calling out for Steve specifically.Â
You couldnât imagine what would happen if you cried out Steveâs name while in heat. But you were about to find out.
The silicone toy in your cunt wasnât cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadnât felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadnât slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You werenât just desperate for an alphaâs knot and come, you wanted moreâŚ
You wanted a pup. You wanted an alphaâs cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bredâand not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.
Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve.Â
âPlease,â you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. âPlease, alpha, need your knot, need your come,â you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.
You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasnât enough, even as you tried to make due.Â
You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alphaâs cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.
âPlease, daddy, wanna have your baby,â you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. âWanâ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wanâ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.â You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you.Â
The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it.Â
âOh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,â you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steveâs cock.Â
You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.
It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, âKnock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, pleaseâplease, breed me, Steve!âÂ
So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more.Â
It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun.Â
Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an âoâ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway.Â
Steveâs big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldnât think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.
Your too sweet alpha neighborâs mouthâwhich was normally curved in a soft, friendly smileâwas twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing youâd ever heard from Steve.Â
âInvite me into your bed,â he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didnât use his alpha command. âAsk me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,â he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heartâand your cunt. âTell me you want me, omega.â His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength.Â
Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like homeâlike safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together.Â
In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steveâhe was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.
âPlease, Steveâplease, mate, please help me,â you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes.Â
Something shifted in Steveâs expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of hisâdisbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what youâd only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.
âMy omega, my mate,â Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.
FinallyâfinallyâSteve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and youâd never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.
Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasnât sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you shouldâve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.
Heâd lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands.Â
Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, heâd thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, heâd ripped it off some of the hinges.Â
Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. Heâd deal with getting out later. Much later.
Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and heâd stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.
You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourselfâthat thought making even more blood rush to Steveâs cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.
At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldnât be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadnât gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for himâŚ
God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steveâs mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you.Â
Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answerâbut you didnât only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.
That word struck a chord in Steveâs chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mateâthat you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his.Â
You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front gardenâor, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy.Â
It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped.Â
âMy omega, my mate,â he rumbled in a low purr, a voice heâd never even heard himself use before. But he didnât have time to think about that too closelyâhe only knew he needed to get to you.Â
As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefsâthe only clothing heâd had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency chargeâin the few steps it took to get to your bed.
By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound.Â
But there was something in his way, something that shouldnât be inside you and Steve couldnât help but growl, âGet that fucking toy out of my cunt, âmega.â He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.
âYes, alpha,â you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole.Â
The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steveâhe had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body.Â
Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steveâs alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.
âPlease, Steveâdaddyâalpha��I need you inside me,â you wailed in a broken voice and Steveâs instincts took over.
He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steveâs entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.
With Steveâs cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steveâs hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.
âThank you, alpha,â you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. âThe toys werenât working.â You pressed a kiss to Steveâs cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy.Â
Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steveâs mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.
âYou needed your mate, didnât you, baby?â Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. âNeeded your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?â He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. âNeeded me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?âÂ
As soon as the heated words fell from Steveâs lips, he wished he could take them back. Heâd heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steveâs knot.Â
Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. Heâd barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didnât want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for himâeven though the thought did make Steve rock hard.
âSorry, âmega,â Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach.Â
âSorry for what?â you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steveâs sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock.Â
Thankfully, you didnât seem turned off or scared by Steveâs breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldnât be true.
âDidnât mean to mention pups so soon,â Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldnât see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink.Â
âOh god,â you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steveâs cock as your body writhed beneath his. âWanna give you so many pups, alpha,â you cried, humping up from beneath Steveâs big body, riding his cock harder than youâd been riding your toy when heâd walked in.Â
Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steveâs body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.
âYou like that idea, huh?â Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. âYou like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?âÂ
Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasnât surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didnât expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.
âI do, daddy,â you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. âI want to hear everything youâve thought about doing to your little omegaâwant you to breed me, alpha.âÂ
Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on youâhis omega, his mateâand the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherishâto fuck and to knot.Â
You were his to loveâyou were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.
Youâd never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you neededânot a toy or any alphaâs cock, but your mateâs. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it.Â
Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steveâs name, you couldnât feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steveâthe alpha next door.Â
The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. Heâd seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badlyâneeded to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible.Â
Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but youâd still heard the anxiousness in his tone and youâd guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steveâs beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment.Â
Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasnât simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything heâd said.
âWant you to breed me, alpha,â you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. âFill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!â You held Steveâs gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words.Â
You saw the moment Steveâs insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.
âDonât worry, âmega,â Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. âWeâre making a baby today.â
âYes, alpha,â you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed.Â
âGonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesnât take today, âm gonna fill you up until youâre overflowing with my comeâuntil your bellyâs bulging with it,â Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never wouldâve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steveâs sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, âMm, âs that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?â
You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alphaâs thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature whoâd only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt.Â
âYes, alpha,â you cried, your fingers clinging to Steveâs shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. âWant you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,â you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steveâs cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. âPlease, daddy, god, I need it, I need itâknot me, breed, me, Steve, please!âÂ
âBaby,â Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. âYouâre gonna get a pup, alright,â he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. âYouâre gonna pop out a kid for me and then Iâm gonna fill you right back up.â Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. âWanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milkâthe prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.âÂ
âSteve,â you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. âPlease, make me a mommy, alphaâwanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!â Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steveâs, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast.Â
Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release youâd felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mateâs cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.
As your body squeezed Steveâs cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, âmy mate,â you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.
For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each otherâs embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver.Â
Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steveâs cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasnât over just yet.Â
But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steveâs cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.
You felt Steveâs smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alphaâs cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips.Â
âFeeling better, âmega?â he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer.Â
Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didnât like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.
âI am, daddy,â you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldnât help but stroke his ego a little more. âNow that youâre here to take care of me.â
Steveâs eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. âGood,â he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot.Â
It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steveâs arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.
âGotta eat and hydrate, baby,â Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. âGood girl, âmega, doing so well for your alpha,â Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.
When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr.Â
âThank you, alpha,â you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steveâs hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him.Â
âDonât need to thank me,â he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. âYouâre my mate, âm gonna do everything I can to take care of youâand our kids.â He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness.Â
You smiled into Steveâs warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of himâthe scent of homeâbut his words made you remember something you should tell him.Â
âSteve, âm on birth control,â you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. âThought you should know.â You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.
The rumble of Steveâs purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. âFigured, âmega,â he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. âDoesnât mean âm gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if itâs a while before that happens.â
âMm,â you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. âAs long as itâs not a long while,â you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.
Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. âItâll be as long or as short as you want, baby,â he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. âIâd give you a pup today if I could.âÂ
You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alphaâs neck. You mightâve been exhausted, but it didnât stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, âI love you, Steve.âÂ
Steveâs purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, âI love you, too.â Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. âNow rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.â
You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steveâs knot. You never wouldâve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighborâand you never wouldâve expected heâd be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate.Â
But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life togetherâand you couldnât wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.
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Mission â Heat | Steve Rogers
// Pairing // Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female!Reader
// Summary // Your best friend and you are on a mission but when he finds out about your heat he doesnât let you do the mission â but one night in one bed is still enough to confess the real feelings.
// Wordcount // 6.714 Words
// Warnings // Explicit Content // 18+, Minors DNI, best friends to lovers, alpha/beta/omega, Alpha!Steve, Omega!Reader, Heat, true mates, smut, fingering (fem!receiving), teasing, lots of kisses, masturbation (male!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasm, squirting, little bit of degradation and begging, dirty talk, praises, fluff
// Request // Hi sweetie and happy 2K, you deserve them!! So I noticed you're doing that fun activist with prompts. I was thinking maybe: true mates who are childhood best friends? (A/B/O) It could be Steve Rogers ( I just imagine him a lot like an alphađ) ? smut and a bit of fluff? Maybe they were supposed to go in a mission but she's starting her heat ( I think it's written like this?) so she stays behind and he offers to stay with her? they end up sleeping together and him taking care of her? â¤ď¸ Sending you so much love!! @rogersbarber
// Authors Note // Hey, thank you for the request and for the nice words. It wasnât supposed to be such a long oneshot but it turned out longer than expected. Hope you like it. Biggest thank you goes to my girl @bucks-babe for proofreading for me. Youâre amazing and make my work so much better.
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Being on a mission with your best friend was always your favorite kind of mission so you thought it would be like that this time too. Even though you got your heat just before you were getting ready for the mission â but your best friend knows it, he is used to it.
Steve Rogers, unmated Alpha and your best friend since childhood, the two of you grew up together, he always defended you in school, in front of other Alphas and he still does it when he notices that you donât do it for yourself.
Even though he defends you sometimes still, he loves your attitude, your confidence and with every year the two of you grew older, things changed between the two of you â inside of him. He wouldnât tell you, at least not yet. Steve loves the friendship the two of you have and he doesn't want to ruin it with his alpha instincts during your heats.
So little does he know that you went on the mission with him while getting into your heat. You smelled different but he was too focused on studying the file to care about your changing scent, maybe it was just another perfume you use?
âHave you read them? Sounds like they are in the hall and we haââ Steve says, sitting in a chair opposite you. The room has next to two chairs and a small table also a double bed â you already tested with a jump on it.
Youâre currently in a hotel, waiting for the time you have the âmeetingâ with the weapon dealer. Steveâs arms resting on his thick thighs and you looked at him up and down, while he was focused on the file. But now his blue eyes are piercing into yours, he tilts his head to the side and clears his throat.
âWhat are you doing there?â He asks, looking at your small construction on the bed. His shirts are placed around you on the mattress, youâre sitting with your back against the headboard and youâre focused on replacing a few of his shirts to make it more comfortable, while you listen to your best friend.
âNâNothing, just wanted to see what you brought with you,â you say, smiling softly. Steve nods, not really believing what you try to convince him of.
âAnd youâre doing this by placing all my shirts around you?â His voice is soft but you can still hear a more dominant tone. You whimper quietly, trying to push all your thoughts away, you canât let the omega inside of you get the control just yet. Not on a mission, not when youâre supposed to sleep in a bed with Steve.
âYes? Thatâs a problem?â You ask, trying to sound as sweet as you can. Steve inhales deeply, and then it clicks in his mind, your scent isnât different because of another perfume â oke at least not only because of that â itâs because youâre in heat and donât want him to know it.
âOmega,â he growls, earring a whimper from you, knowing that he is right. âFuckâ why didnât you tell me? Even using another perfume so I wonât smell it immediately? You canât come on a mission with me, whenâ Oh fuck!â
âLanguage, Steve! Donât use those words and I can! See, I'm here with you, on a mission,â you say, trying to play cool, while he gets up from the chair and paces through the room. Steve runs his hands through his hair, he loves you, he cares about you and thatâs why you shouldnât go on a mission during your heat â and especially not be in the same room â the same bed as the Alpha.
âIâm sorry, princess. But we will call Tony and get you home and I will do the mission alone or with another agent,â Steve says, frustration grows inside of him when he realizes that itâs evening and that you will have to stay the night in the same bed he does. âOr we let Sam and Bucky do that.â
âStevie, I can do the mission with you, donât make a big deal out of it please. Itâs just my heat, oke?â You try, earning a glare that causes you to flinch and shut your mouth immediately.
âNot a big deal, huh? Do you know that most of the people we are going to meet there are Alphas? They will smell you, and when we do a mistake they will fucking get you and who knows what they are going to do then. With you â sweet Omega, they deal with weapons. Do you think they donât have their omegas on a leash like a little pet?â
You sigh, maybe Steve is wrong but you two are a good team so they wonât get you and have you as their own personal toy, will they?
âGonna call Tony now,â he huffs, reaching for his phone before he taps on it a few times before Tony picks up the call. You donât really listen to the conversation, too frustrated that Steve doesnât want to do the mission with you.
You grasp one after the other shirts of his, throwing it away. When you canât go on a mission to him, you donât want to be close to him. And as much as you crave your little nest with his shirts, youâre too mad to care about you. Luckily, your heat just started so you donât have too bad cramps and when you get some you can still help yourself, you donât need Steve or his stupid shirts â really good smelling shirts.
âWhat are you doing there, princess? First you build your nest with my shirts and now you throw them away, can you at least put them back into the bag?â Steve asks after hanging up and looking at you.
It only needs one look at you and he knows that youâre frustrated, that youâre going to be bratty because youâre always like that when Steve denies you. Sometimes you hate him, he is your best friend and you love him but those moments let you think if it could be a love-hate thing or something. Even though you know he is your true mate but since youâre both best friends you never wanted to risk your friendship for that, especially not because you never felt like you need a relationship just yet.
âPick them up, âmega,â he growls, walking closer to the bed where youâre still sitting. You shake your head, pulling your legs against your chest and causing him to sigh. âThatâs childish, you threw my clothes on the ground, now pick them up and bit them back into my bag.â
âMake me, Alpha,â you smirk when his eyes darken. Steve being feral is something you like to see, especially when his Alpha is more present, you have never seen his real Alpha side but the bits he lets slip are something you could get used to.
âNot gonna repeat myself. Youâre playing with fire. Coming here in your heat, wanting to sleep in a bed with meââ
âYou can sleep on the floor if you prefer that,â you shrug. Steveâs suddenly really close to you, his hand snapping forward and grasping your chin harshly. He tilts your head back, causing you to whine slightly.
âI wasnât finished. You come here with me for the mission, you are going to sleep in a bed with me â wouldnât I be used to it by now I would have fucked you into the mattress already and claimed you,â he groans, the thought making his dick twitch in his tight pants and he feels his boxer briefs soaking by his pre-cum.
âCalm down, you called Tony so itâs fine now? But I wouldnât mind you claiming me, could try it, see if I would be such a sweet little omega and lie there for you,â you say, giggling softly while Steveâs features harden and his jaw clenches.
He doesnât say anything, just letting go of your jaw and inhaling deeply. Steve turns away from you, making his way to the room into the bathroom. When the door closes a small pout forms on your lips, you never thought being close to someone would affect you like that but your best friend's short touch felt just so good. His warmth and the soft tingle he causes on your skin, youâre craving more but maybe itâs just because of your heat and nothing more.
For a moment you think about sneaking out of the room, getting some food or just for a walk. Or maybe you check out the location for the deal the next day and you will get up early to be there and help Sam and Bucky?
You decide against it, knowing that a whole lot of Alphas would smell you and no matter how confident you are, you donât want one of them to jump on you. So youâre leaning back, your back resting against the headboard of the bed. You grasp your book, but since you destroyed your nest you feel uncomfortable.
Meanwhile Steve couldnât stand it any longer, he needed to get out of the situation otherwise he didnât know if he could have controlled himself any longer to not just ruin you for every other Alpha.
Your smell is so intoxicating, surrounding him like air. He had seen you in your heat so often but something changed, inside of him and between the two of you.
The warm water runs down his body, relaxing his tensed muscles but his cock is still rock-hard and there is only his hand as solution. Steve brings one of his hands to his shaft, immediately groaning quietly when he wraps his fingers around his thickness.
How would it feel if those fingers would be yours? Would your small hand actually fit around his length?
For a moment he tries to bring his thoughts to one of the porns he is watching when he jerks off but his mind doesnât want to do it like Steve wants and he always has the picture of you in front of his eyes.
Steve slowly moves his hand up and down his shaft, the tip is red and leaking. He runs his thumb over the slit, groaning about the sensation. His hips jerk forward, meeting the movements of his hand. Steve throws his head back, fucking his fist hard and fast while he tries to muffle his groans as much as possible while biting his lip.
He wants â he needs to feel your fingers around his shaft. Or your mouth, your pussy. So warm and tight and all wet for him. Steve knows that he would stretch you like no one did before because you havenât had many Alphas yet and Steveâs cock is thick and long.
Steveâs eyes immediately open and widen when he hears a soft knock at the door. He lets go of his cock before he mumbles a soft âcome inâ. You have seen him under the shower often, so itâs nothing new but he never had a hard on or at least just jerked off while thinking about you.
You open the door, walking into the room. Youâre not looking at him, you donât want him to feel uncomfortable, but you just donât feel like being alone right now. Since youâre kids youâre used to sit in the bathroom with one another â when you were kids you also had a bath together â and just talk or be in silence.
âWhatâs up, princess?â Steve asks, turning around when you take a seat on the floor. You sigh softly, playing with your fingers in your lap, while Steve starts to wash himself.
âIâm sorry, I know I shouldnât have come to the mission with you during my heat but I thought it wouldnât be that bad, you know? And Iâm sorry for throwing your clothes away, I just got mad when you said that,â you admit, looking around while you listen to the water of the shower.
âItâs oke, princess. I donât blame you, but I donât want you to be in danger and you know itâs easier to smell you when youâre in heat. Just donât want you to get hurt,â Steve says, rubbing the shampoo into his hair before he continues to clean his body while he talks to you, making you laugh over and over again.
After the shower Steve asked you to look for some movies while he gets dressed, he used the moment to give his hard cock some relief. You immediately agreed and made your way back into the bedroom. Then you looked for a movie and built your nest with his shirts again.
Steve got a few snacks and drinks for the two of you and now youâre cuddled up into his side, his hand caressing your back softly while you watch the movie. Itâs almost finished and you canât wait to get some sleep, the cramps in your stomach getting worse but you try to ignore that and hide it from Steve.
Your best friend feels your tensing, his hand snaking around your waist to your lower stomach and he draws small circles on it, cashing you to sigh softly. The cramps arenât completely gone but itâs definitely feeling really good when Steve caresses your skin as softly as he does right now.
When the movie ends youâre settling properly in bed, your back turned toward Steve and your knees close to your chest to try to get rid of the cramps. Steve feels your tension and he would love to help you but he wonât pressure you so he just tried to get some sleep himself.
After a few hours where you just tossed and turned around, Steve is still awake, knowing that youâre asleep. Your whimpers are louder as before and your scent is surrounding him, his mind goes dizzy and he canât focus on anything else than you.
As hard as he tries to push the alpha inside of him to the side he canât stop it anymore, needs you â needs to comfort you and needs to be inside you to give himself some relief too.
He slowly rolls to the side, youâre curled up into a little ball next to him, whimpering and tears fall down your cheeks but youâre still asleep. Steve reaches his hand out to slide over your arm, causing you to shiver lightly, his fingers brush over the soft skin of your arm to your shoulder. He puts some pressure on you, causing you to turn on your back while he guides his fingers over your breast.
A needy whine leaves your lips and you wake up slowly, noticing the soft touches. Steve smirks when you open your eyes and look at him with your sleepy expression. You look just so adorable and he canât get his eyes off of you.
âWâWhat are you doing, Stevie?â You ask, his touch is still soft but intimate already. Itâs not like it bothers you but you wonder what happens because he had himself always under control.
A low groan leaves his lips and his eyes are almost completely dark while he stares at you. His tongue poking out, wetting his lips. âNeed to comfort you, âmega. Fucking need you, âm so hard for you and it will help you with your cramps, omega.â
His voice is rough and you shiver when you nod slightly. Steveâs fingers wrap around your breast, squeezing the soft flesh through your shirt before he pinches your nipple slightly. He causes moans to escape your mouth, groaning when he does that, his cock twitching in his pants and he canât wait to bury his cock in his home â your tight, wet pussy.
Steveâs hand slides lower, over your stomach to the waistband of your panties. He doesnât have much control anymore, he just needs you so bad. While his hand snakes over your body he sits up to get in between your legs.
âSpread those pretty legs for me, princess,â he mumbles, his big hand now caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh while he pushes them softly apart. He then gets in between them, his thick thighs touching yours and you can feel his tensed muscles, his soft curly hair on his thighs against your skin.
Your best friend towers over you, his veiny hands on your thighs while you look at him. Your eyes roaming over his body, from his handsome face over his broad chest to his highly defined abs before you reach the big bulge underneath his boxer briefs.
âLook so pretty, and you smell so good. Canât sleep with your soft whimpers and this fucking scent of yours all around me,â the Alpha groans, moving a bit until his chest is on top of yours hand he thrusts his hips forward.
You can feel his hard dick and fat balls through the fabric, rubbing against your already wet pussy and causing you to moan louder.
âThatâs what you need, donât you, omega? Need a cock to fill you. Need my cock to fill you,â he says, voice low and you canât help but shiver about the tone in his voice.
Steve used to talk to you with such a soft and sweet voice but right now there is nothing left of your sweet boyfriend, instead of him you have a big Alpha towering above you, ready to ruin you for every other man.
âStevie, please,â you beg, not sure what youâre asking for â probably everything he is willing to give you. He grins at you, his one hand grasping your chin to make you look him deep into his beautiful eyes while he pushes his hips forward.
âWhat do you want, âmega?â He asks, knowing exactly what you need and want but he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. He wants you begging and whining for his cock.
âNeed you, please. Alpha, need your cock, please, your knot, fill me with it,â you beg, blushing when those words leave your lips. You have never felt that vulnerable and embarrassed, never begged for an Alpha's cock â and never thought you would beg for your best friend's dick.
Steve smirks, letting go of you to lean back to finally take off his clothes. You follow his movements with your eyes when he gets up and stands next to the bed, leaving you all needy and desperate for him.
âSââ you want to ask him why he doesnât give you his cock even though you asked nicely but just when you want to ask, he grasps the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes them down his legs.
Your mouth drops open when his hard cock springs free. His length is huge, a vein running along the underside of it, the tip read and leaking with pre-cum. His balls are just as huge as his cock and you wanna lick them, want him to stuff them into your mouth. Your pussy clenches at the sight, arousal flowing out of you, causing a wet spot in your panties.
âStevie, it wonât fit, yâyouâre soo big,â you say, pouting softly. He chuckles before he throws his shirt somewhere in the room to get on top of you again.
He plays with the hem of your shirt, pushing it slowly up to reveal your stomach, kissing and biting into your soft skin before he helps you out of it completely. A low groan slips past his lips when he admires your tits, his lips moving from your stomach to the swell of your left breast and he licks a strap over the soft flesh.
You arch your back, pussy pressing against his cock, while Steve sucks at your nipple, his teeth scratching softly over the skin while he twirls his tongue around it. He definitely knows what feels good, and you crave more of the pleasure and of him.
Steveâs hands move to your hips, pushing you down to stop you from grinding against him. You whine, trying to push against him but the alpha is way stronger than you and you end up wiggling underneath him until he raises his head and raises an eyebrow.
âStop wiggling like a little slut, omega. Or Iâm gonna treat you like one, so stay still and let me enjoy your sweetness before Iâm going to ruin you,â he growls, bringing his lips back to your chest to continue sucking, biting and licking your soft skin.
Your best friend is already addicted to your soft chest, knowing that youâre going to ruin him for every other woman just as much as he is going to ruin you for every other man. Maybe he will ask you if he is allowed to claim you later or he will do it at another point, maybe making you beg for him to claim you. But he is at least sure that he is going to make you his, with your permission but he is sure you donât want someone else when you can have your best friend as your Alpha. Just as much as he wants you to be your alpha, he wants to wear the mark of your bond on his skin as well, letting everyone know that he belongs to you.
âSteve, please. Need you so bad, donât tease me, please,â you whine, pushing your chest up and press it against his face. He growls against you, sending vibrations through your body, while he pins your waist with his hands into the bed.
âStop the whining or you wonât get my cock at all. Had to wait to get you so long, denying me all the time,â he says, biting into the swell of your breast to underline his words â his desperation.
He slowly moves his lips further down to your stomach, his fingers gliding to the waistband of your panties and he hooks them into it, tugging at it slightly before he lets it snap back against you.
Even though he doesnât want you to whine and wiggle, he enjoys the soft whimpers and moans that escape your lips â needy and begging for him.
Steve wouldnât have told you that his Alpha is craving you, he knew you wouldnât like to ruin your friendship and he didnât want to do it either. But now? Having you whining and whimpering next to him, during your heat. His anger that you didnât tell him and tried to hide it from him combined with his Alpha instincts makes him go crazy and feral for you.
Your best friend sits up, sliding the thin frantic down to reveal your dripping pussy. He tried his best to remove your panties without destroying them but the smell of your arousal, your dripping pussy and your fucked out look already lets him forget about his actual plan.
You hear your panties being ripped into two pieces before he throws them somewhere into the room. You want to protest, telling him that they were one of your favorite pairs of panties but every thought disappears when the Alpha places one of his hands on your lower stomach, his thumb finding its way to your clit and he presses down against your sensitive spot.
âGood girl, such a sweet omega. Look at you, dripping for your Alpha,â he says, grinning at you when he moves his fingers lower, parting your soaked folds while he admires your glistening skin down there. âYeah, so ready for me, look at you, all ready for my cock.â
You feel your cheeks heat up with his intense stare at your most intimate part. Steve brings his other hand to your wet entrance, pushing one of his digits against your tight hole before he circles his fingers around it. Youâre moaning underneath his soft touches, trying to close your legs but his thick thighs hold them spread apart.
Steveâs cock is painfully hard, leaking down his shaft and he just wants to thrust into you but he wants to be at least a bit nice and prepare you first, will he? Youâre dripping down your ass and onto the sheets already, so maybe he could just push inside of you and enjoy your walls gripping his cock?
âPrincess?â He asks, waiting for you to nod your head. When you do, his expression softens and he removes his hands from your pussy and brings them back to your hips. âDo you want me to stretch you open on my fingers first or would you mind me just stretching you open on my cock? I will be careful, but I need you so bad, âmega.â
âSplit me open with your cock, Alpha, please. Need your cock, Stevie,â you beg, feeling his thick tip against your pussy. Steve groans, he wasnât prepared for you begging for his cock like that when he offers you to destroy your pussy.
âBut you will tell me to stop when you canât handle my cock. Just say red and I will stop. Yellow when you want me to slow down and green when I can continue, get it, omega?â He asks with his soft voice and you nod, this time itâs not enough of an answer for him and your best friend raises an eyebrow at you. You shiver lightly underneath him, his intense looks and his touches make your mind go dizzy and you canât focus on anything but him and his cock.
âYâYes, Alpha,â you mumble, your fingers digging into the sheet and you buck your hips. Steveâs cock slides through your folds, causing both of you to moan.
With a soft smile he leans down, his lips touching yours for a soft kiss before he snakes one of his hands between your bodies to his cock. Steve looks deep into your eyes while he lines his cock up with your entrance. He pushes slowly into you, his red tip stretching you open and your jaw drops open when you feel how thick he really is.
âColor, omega?â Steveâs one hand is still holding your waist, pushing you into the mattress while he places his other next to you shoulder to hold himself up above you. His lips trailing all over your face, leaving soft kisses while he entered you inch by inch.
âGreen! Itâs so fucking green,â you moan, arching your back until Steveâs chest is pressed against yours.
He chuckles at you, actually he would tell you to not use that kind of words but your pussy is hugging his cock too well to think about something like that right now. Steve pushes forward until he is balls deep into you, stretching you out like no one else could.
Youâre panting, hands gripping his back while you try to ground yourself. Steve doesnât move, waiting for you to adjust before heâs going to ruin you completely. Your pussy is burning lightly, the stretch still the most pleasurable feeling you ever had and you want him to finally move, finally fuck you.
âStâ Alpha, please. Move!â You whine, legs wrapping around his legs and you dig your feet into his thighs. But Steve doesnât move, he smirks at your desperation, his cock seated perfectly warm and wet inside of your tightness while he feels your slick flowing down your ass and all over his balls.
âYouâre so desperate, gimme a moment to enjoy the moment of your pussy before Iâm gonna destroy it,â he growls, smirking at you before he presses his lips softly against yours. His tone is the complete opposite of his soft kisses and you whimper.
Steveâs cock is twitching inside of you, youâre sure that you can feel every vein of his length and it makes you want him more. Your best friend bites into your lower lip, causing you to whine before he pulls his cock out of you.
âYouâre sure, omega?â
âWasnât ever more sure than that, Stevie!â
Those words are all he needs before he slams his cock into you. You almost scream about the sudden pain inside of you. His cock hitting your cervix and your eyes widen when you realize that he is really going to ruin your pussy with his huge cock. Steve thrusts his hips forward and backward, pushing into you with such force that youâre sure youâre going to hit the headboard of the bed when he wouldnât hold you in place by your hips.
âS-Stevie, p-please,â you beg, not sure what youâre begging for because he fucks you so hard, that you canât ask for more but you donât want him to stop either.
Steve chuckles, his fingers brushing through your hair, his lips trailing along your jaw, while he speeds his thrusts up. His balls slapping against your ass, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, while you squeeze him tightly, sucking him deeper into your greedy pussy.
âTake it, fuckâ take it, omega. Doing so well, fuck, feeling so good. Pussy is gripping my cock and not letting me move easily, princess,â Steve swears under his breath, his knot growing and his balls tightening while he thrusts hard into you.
He needs you to come for him so badly, he wants you to come on his cock twice â one time just one his cock and the second time together with him. Steve wants to feel your pussy clenching even more around him and needs your walls to grip him until he can barely move inside of you.
He smirks mischievously at you, groaning when you squeeze his cock. He then lowers his face to your neck, sucking at your soft skin, he wants to claim you, but he doesnât want to do it without asking you and he isnât sure if you could answer properly. Steve loves you, but claiming you would mean forever and he doesnât want to ask you when youâre cock drunk and in a state you would probably agree with everything as long as he is keeping his cock inside of you.
So he only scratches his teeth over the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking until he leaves dark blue and purple bruises all over your neck. He never slows his pace down, as much as he wants to come already, he learned to hold it for a while.
âTouch yourself, âmega. Make yourself come on my cock, fuckâ Your pussy feels perfect around me, made for my cock, princess,â Steve mumbles. He feels your hand sliding between your bodies to your core.
He definitely needs to make you touch yourself when he is just watching you. He is sure he would almost come in his pants from just watching when you touch yourself but right now his goal is another one â making you come before he allows himself to come and when youâre just laying underneath him, cock drunk and whimpering you can at least help him to make you come on his cock.
âStevie, please, need you to come inside of me, need your cum, your knot, please,â you whimper, circling your clit. Your eyes fall shut when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Your pussy is squeezing Steve more and he needs all of his control to not come immediately.
âCome, princess. Soak my cock, come all over it,â he groans, speeding his thrusts up. It only needs a few more thrusts against your sweet spot before you come around his cock.
Your cock drops open, your fingers digging into his muscular back, while Steve doesnât slow down his pace. His cock pulsing inside of you, your walls gripping him more and sucking him deeper, making it almost impossible for him to move.
Steve slides his fingers still through your hair, fucking you through your orgasm. âLook at you, doing so well for your Alpha. Squeezing my cock so well, a feeling so perfect when you come around it, and youâre looking so fucking beautiful when you come, princess.â
Your best friend's praises make you smile softly and you open your eyes, staring into his ocean blue ones, when he slows the pace of his thrusts down.
âDonât stop, Alpha, p-please, need your cum,â you whimper, pouting. Steve shakes his head, still moving his cock inside of you, while he calms you down.
âDonât worry, omega. I will give you whatever you ask for,â Steve tells you, kissing you softly before he picks up his pace again. His cock slamming into you, not caring that your pussy is all sensitive from your last orgasm. As long as you donât tell him to stop he wonât stop fucking you â his sweet little omega.
âFeel that? Feel my knot growing for you? Giving you all my cum, fuckâ Princess, you feel so good. Thought I would ruin you for every other Alpha but looks like youâre doing the same with me, Omega.â
You giggle softly before Steve slams his cock back into you again. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over again. Soft pain with much pleasure filling your body and youâre addicted to that feeling â addicted to your best friend and his cock.
âSo cock drunk, arenât you? Come, omega, give me another one, know you can do it, come all over my cock,â he growls into your ear, his breath hitching when you squeeze his cock once again.
You didnât know you could come that fast after your first orgasm but you feel the pressure in your lower stomach growing once again. Your breath is heavy, your body just as sweaty as Steveâs and your legs start to shake.
âSâStevie, Iâm so close, please. Alpha, need your knot, so badly,â you utter, nails digging into his skin and youâre sure you leave marks on your back.
Your Alpha smirks at your request, but gives it gladly to you. He hasnât planned to stop fucking you before he comes so your request is just the perfect addition to his needs.
Your walls are pulsing, his cock is twitching and you feel his knot growing inside of your pussy, stretching it even more. âFuck, come, omega, now!â
Steveâs low voice, his demand and his cock hitting all the right spots brings you over the edge once again. Youâre screaming his name, squirting all over him, when he comes inside of you with an animalistic groan. His cum painting your walls and it feels like he doesnât stop to come at all. His knot holding his cock inside of you, Steveâs not able to pull his cock out â not that he wants to.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Feel that? Feel all my fucking cum? Just for you, princess, giving it all to you, my sweet omega,â he mumbles while you both catch your breath.
Tears fall down your cheeks and only his weight on top of you helps you to ground yourself. The feeling of your orgasm and his cock and cum so deep inside of you is just overwhelming and you canât help but let the tears fall down your cheeks.
When Steve lifts his head to look at you his expulsion changes immediately into a worried one. His big hands slides to your cheek, wiping the tears away before he presses his lips down to remove the trails of them.
âColor, princess? Too rough? Too much? Aww princess, you were so good for me, you took my cock like a good girl, yeah, squirting all over me, was it too much?â Steve asks, not giving you a moment to answer while he praises you over and over again. You shake your head, whimpering when he moves softly, his cock shifting slightly inside of you as well.
âIâ You weren't too rough, I loved it, Stevie. BâBut, I-Iloveyou,â you say quietly, muffling your words when you press your face into the crook of your best friend's neck.
You didnât think that Steve got what you said since you muffled your sounds and tried to speak as fast as possible but he understood it and smirks softly. His big hand is still caressing your cheek, while he swirls a strand of your hair around his thick fingers.
âI love you too, princess. But I understand when you donât want me to claim you, or want to have another kind of relationship with me than friendship. I love you, as my best friend but also as my omega. But I wonât pressure you into something, princess,â he assures you, letting himself fall down on top of you, to let you feel more of his broad body.
You immediately wrap your arms tighter around his back, inhaling his scent. âWould you alsoâ would you ever betray me when Iâm not enough for you anymore? Maybe you will find a better Omega and love her more then?â
âPrincess, stop that. Donât think like that, youâre more than enough, so much love and affection inside of your big heart. Why should I ever want someone else when I can have you?â He asks, pushing you softly back while he looks into your eyes â and you see nothing but love in them, the truth, like a promise.
âWhy are you always so fuckiââ
âOmega!â Steve warns, raising an eyebrow when you giggle softly. You feel a tingle inside of your body and your pussy clenches when he talks to you like that. Steve growls, throwing his head back. âThatâs what you like, huh?â
You nod your head, even though your pussy is answering for you too. âBut you were swearing the whole time, Stevie,â you pout, giggling more when he pokes his fingers into your sides.
âThatâs a difference, I just fucked you and wasnât able to focus on something that wasnât your pussy, princess,â he smirks, kissing you softly when you blush. âI love you, and I will protect you, let me make you mine next time. There is no one I could want when I have you.â
You nod, leaning up to chase his lips for a much needed kiss â no desperation, no roughness, just love and the promise you make to one another. âOke, but only when I get a bubble bath now, with a lot of bubbles and you!â
He rolls his eyes playfully but agrees, kissing you softly before he turns the two of you around and gets up, his cock still inside of you, when he carries you into the bathroom to run you a warm bubble bath. He doesnât care how late it is, that you should sleep, his princess needs a bubble bath with him? You get a bubble bath with him plus a massage and as many cuddles as you want.
âI love you too Stevie. And when you already pumped me full you could have asked to claim me already!â
âYou were such a little cock drunk slut for me, princess. But I will make you mine before we go home tomorrow, we have all night to make you lose your mind on my cock,â he grins, kissing the top of your head when he slips his cock out of you and places you on the toilet to run a bath.
âI guess youâre the one who is going crazy with his cock in my pussy, Stevie. Or what were you thinking about when you jerked off earlier that day?â
You knew what he did in the shower, you have seen his hard cock for a brief moment but it was enough for you to see it being rock hard. And youâre not dumb, you know exactly when your best friend takes a shower because he needs one or because he has to need one. Steve blushes softly when you mention it, but then he smirks.
âCanât help myself with such a sweet omega around me. My omega, princess,â Steve utters, picking you up from the toilet to place you in the warm water with a whole lot of bubbles before he gets into the bathtub behind you, pulling you close against him. Steveâs broad chest pressing against your back and you sight softly when you place your head against his shoulder and letting his big hands wander over your thighs and stomach, drawing small circles on your skin.
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Second Hand (2)
Summary: He only wants you.
Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader
Warnings: mentions of rejection/former abusive relationship, scenting, a/b/o, cuddling & snuggling, hurt & comfort, fluff
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Steve never left you out of sight since that fateful day.
He cradled you in his arms for a few more hours, letting his alpha calm down. He scented you and nuzzled your neck. His teeth nipped at your marred mating gland.
The alpha wanted to mark your neck and call you his omega. But Steve is a gentleman, and old-fashioned alpha wanting to court for you instead of claiming you in a hurry.
Unlike everyone expected, you walked out of the room, unharmed. Steve held your hand and growled at Tony and Bruce. He guided you out of the room, and toward his apartment, where you would spend the rest of the night, cuddling and scenting each other.
Steve made you feel safe and warm. Even more important, you felt content for the first time since your mate broke your bond.
While you slowly got used to having an alpha watching your every move, Steve tried to find a way to show you that there are alphas who treat their omegas with respect.
One night he sneaked into your home to surprise you with flowers and take-out, only to find you curled up in your wardrobe. You were close to your heat and tried to not nest on your bed.
Steve asked you about it, and you broke down in his arms, crying. You told him everything that your mate did to you, from the abandonment for weeks to partying with his friends to leave you alone during your heat for a business trip.
You even admitted that your former mate didnât like it when you nested on your bed and that he yelled and screamed when you did it either way.
Steve growled low in his throat hearing that your mate hit the wall next to your head when you nested on the bed. You broke down, whimpering and crying.
Since that day, you nested in your wardrobe, or the corner of your small office at your apartment. You didnât want to anger him even further. It didnât stop him from breaking the bond. He blamed you for not being the submissive and sweet omega he always wanted.
âYou stared at the wall again,â Steve softly said. He stroked your cheek, making you feel warm. âWhat is on your mind, Y/N?â He sat next to you in silence. Steve knew that his presence always calms you. âIf you want to talk about it, Iâm here.â
Taking a deep breath, you looked at Steve. You grabbed his hand and held it tenderly.
âToday I was at the grocery store. I wanted to make dinner for us,â you sniffed and dropped your gaze. âHe was there. Out of the blue my formerââ You bit your tongue and shook your head. âThat man stood in front of my shopping cart.â
Steve swallowed thickly. He didnât say a thing but moved a little closer to offer his warmth.
âHe wasnât alone,â you wiped your eyes before leaning your head against Steveâs shoulder. âAll those years he told me that he doesnât want a baby. Every time I was in heat, he refused to breed me.â
A snarl escaped his lips. Steve doesnât want to hear that you wanted someone else than him to breed you. âItâs okay, you can tell me everything. Iâm here, as always. Youâve been there for me too.â
âHis new mate, the woman he left me for, sheâs pregnant,â you huffed. âCan you believe that he led me on only to give that woman what I always wanted? A loving mate, and a baby.â
âHey, come here,â Steve murmured your name. He carefully helped you sit in his lap and wrapped his arms around you. You immediately buried your face in his neck to scent him. âFate has a funny way to bring people together. You believed he was the one, and I believed Peggy was the one for me. Now we both know better.â
You nodded against him and sniffled.
âYouâre my mate now, and you will never be alone again. I want you to nest on our bed, and to feel safe to do whatever you want at our home.â
He held you tightly and whispered your name in your ear. âI was frozen to the spot. All these times I imagined seeing him again, and the speech I held in my mind was just gone. My mind was blank.â
âItâs okay. Sometimes we canât bring the words we want to say out.â
âI wanted to scream at him, and kick his balls,â you muttered under your breath. âHis new mate grinned at me and rubbed her belly. She wanted to say something, and that was when Thor walked in. They blanched when he happily added things to my shopping cart.â
âYou went shopping with Thor again?â Steve chuckled. He wasnât jealous of Thor, knowing you helped Thor adapt to his new life on Earth.
âHe was in his armor because he saved a cat from getting run over. They just stared at him, asking if heâs my mate,â you laughed against Steve. âThor said no, and that he wouldnât dare touch Captain Americaâs mate.â
Steveâs chest swelled with pride hearing your former mate got jealous. âI wouldnât let him touch my mate,â Steve purred against you. âIâm already planning on giving her all the babies she wants.â
He pressed his lips against the mark he left while thinking about visiting your former mate. Steve decided against it, but he later asked Tony to keep tabs on your former mate. Just to be sure he stays away from youâŚ
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Honeysuckle
pairing: alpha!steve x alpha!bucky, alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au pt. 3
word count: 4k
summary: âHoney,â Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Buckyâs hulking frame. You donât mind though, youâd happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldnât pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphas day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.
or - your Alphas take such good care of you. their mere presence brightens up your day, so when your Alphas have a rough day you take it upon yourself to show them how good of an Omega you can be, that you can provide for them too.
warnings: 18+, mild suggestive thoughts, i apologize to ur dentists bc thereâs so much fluff it might give you a toothache, omega is very shy and awkward but steve and bucky are fond and patient, fluff, kissing, tw for steve using 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, bucky needs some lovinâ
a/n: this is dedicated to the loml @buckysbarne and @buckysprettybaby who also helped beta <3
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âBabe -â Bucky sighs, his head hanging low and hands clenched into tight fists. âIâll be okay.â
Steve huffs, walking up to his boyfriend and wrapping one arm around his Alphas waist, cupping his cheek with his other hand.
âItâs okay, sheâll understand,â Steve whispers softly, leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on his mateâs forehead before pulling back and guiding Bucky to look up at him. He quickly dips his head to kiss Buckyâs lips.
âWhat if she doesnât?â Bucky mumbles, shame and embarrassment flooding his body.
Why canât he just be normal?
The day started horribly; Bucky woke up at around seven in the morning from a particularly harrowing nightmare. He hasnât had one of those in a while, so it was very unwelcoming. This one, unlike other nightmares heâs had, was terrifying in a way heâd never felt.
He knows theyâre gone, that Hydra and its agents have been obliterated, but that doesnât mean Bucky doesnât occasionally get anxious over the âwhat ifsâ of any potential harm Steve could go through should Hydra get him.
This âwhat ifâ manifested in the form of you getting captured too. Even if he and Steve havenât mated with you yet, they both know in their bones that you were crafted by any gods that exist to complete them. And the thought of you and Steve getting taken from him is far worse than anything Hydra could ever do to him.
Steve had to shake him awake, and he hadnât been able to stop crying long enough to explain what had happened. After ten minutes of shaking and sobbing into his mateâs chest, he was finally able to articulate the horrifying images that now plague his mind, Steve had held him close, and he had kissed his cheeks and forehead and hairline, all while cooing words of affirmation and love.
The day only got worse from there. After the dream, it started with small things; he burned his hand while trying to make coffee - then spilled the coffee all over his favorite shirt. He ran out of his shampoo and had to use Steveâs - and, listen, Bucky is fully convinced that he survived Hydra because the universe wanted them together again, but Steve could definitely use some better shower products. The whole âtwo-in-oneâ thing just doesnât cut it for Bucky.
But then they had to meet up with their teammates for a briefing over a mission that Bucky is really not excited about, and found out the original one-day mission was going to be three days. Three whole days without you? Luckily Steve is coming with him, but then he thought about you being without both of them and started getting anxious. Now, even though you all havenât been together for long, and they both know you can handle yourself, they detest the idea of leaving you for an extended period.
Theyâd managed to sneak in a few texts to you. Wishing you a good day at work, sending heart emojis when you send them a picture of a cute dog you saw while walking to the studio - Sam and Natasha spent a long time trying to get the men to understand modern language - and sending you pictures of them while they were too bored to listen to Tony talk.
But then they went to a coffee shop intending to grab their coffee and rush back to their apartment to get a few things so they could pick you up from work and take you to the new ice cream shop that opened up a few blocks from your studio. Dark clouds came rushing overhead while they were waiting for their drinks, and they decided to wait out the storm in a corner booth.
But people were staring, giving them - mainly Bucky - nervous glances, and a few people at the table next to them ate quicker than someone usually would and then placed a wad of cash on the table before rushing out.
Suddenly the idea of getting ice cream doesnât sound so appealing.
Steve noticed because heâs so attuned to his mate that he knows Bucky is dejected, Bucky is hurt, heâs tired. Tired of people still judging him. Tired of being accused of things that he had no control over. They didnât stay long, deciding that getting soaked while racing home was better than being in a place thatâs now making Bucky feel unsafe.
Buckyâs been fighting with himself ever since they got home and changed out of their wet clothes. He wants to spend time with you more than anything, and youâve been excited about this date ever since they told you, and Bucky will be damned if he doesnât give you anything you want. But he really doesnât think he can handle being in public right now.
His body is hurting with how bad heâs trying to force the negativity out of his mind enough so he can enjoy being with you, but itâs hard. And Steve telling him that youâll understand that he canât go out breaks him. His fists clench tighter.
Bucky wants to be normal for you. He wants to go out with his mates and not get worried about getting less-than-friendly looks at the three of you.
âIâm going to call her,â Steve says calmly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him in tight while Buckyâs body starts to shake with how badly he wants to cry. âIâll call her and Iâll tell her that youâre not feeling well, but weâll go to her studio tomorrow for lunch. Okay?â
Bucky takes a deep, shaky breath before nodding, trying his hardest to not blame himself when he imagines the look on your face as Steve tells you they have to cancel. Steve kisses his mate's forehead and then untangles himself so he can get his phone.
It doesnât take long for you to answer, and Bucky can hear your chipper âHi Stevie!â and suddenly he wants to cry harder. He also hears Steve telling you that Bucky isnât feeling well and that theyâll come visit you tomorrow. You go quiet for a moment before asking Steve to pass the phone to your other Alpha. And when Bucky mumbles, âHey, honey,â he knows you can hear that heâs holding back tears.
âHi, Alpha,â Your sweet voice immediately fills him with warmth, images of your smile filling his head. âYouâre not feeling well?â
âNo,â Bucky clears his throat, trying to force himself to not feel bad about it. âIâm really sorry, honey. I promise weâll make it up to you.â
You pause, and suddenly Bucky is worried that youâre mad. But before his mind can spiral into more negative thoughts, your voice - soft and shy - asks if heâs home. And when he tells you that he is, you simply say âgood,â and then hang up.
Well, fuck. Bucky tries to convince himself that youâre not upset, but Steve can see that itâs not working well. And at his boyfriend's suggestion of a nap, he trudges upstairs, lying down in bed and wishing upon every star in the universe that youâll forgive him.
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When you heard that Bucky wasnât feeling well you immediately thought of the worst. Is he sick? Well, that doesnât make sense, heâs a super soldier after all. Is he hurt? Thatâs a possibility, their jobs are tough.
Does he⌠not want to see you? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you dismiss it. Bucky and Steve have shown over and over that they like you and want to be with you. The word âloveâ flashes through your mind but you dismiss that as well. Itâs too soon, right?
No matter whatâs actually going on, you know you need to make him feel better. As soon as you hung up the phone you gathered everything you needed to make apple pies. But then you faltered, what if he doesnât like apple pie? Well, you have things to make brownies, and you know both Alphas love them. So you took out everything needed to make brownies with the intention of bringing them over when they were done.
But then a thought popped up. Would they even want you in their house? There were a few times when you told them they could come inside your apartment while you finished getting ready for a date night, but they politely declined. You hadnât thought much of it at the time, but now youâre worried you might be crossing a line.
Youâve just put the mixture in the oven when you decide that youâll just drop them off and then leave. You donât want to make them uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isnât feeling well. While the brownies cook, you run to your bedroom to change into somewhat presentable clothes. You donât bother getting all dressed up since youâre not going anywhere but your Alphasâ place, and even then you wonât be staying long.
By the time the dessert is done and put into a container, youâve talked yourself in and out of going several times. Finally, after several minutes of having a mild freak-out, you gather the courage to gather your things and get in your car.
The entire drive has you a little on edge, though you know you have to do it. Not necessarily out of obligation, but because you want to make your Alphaâs happy. Theyâre always doing little things for you; buying you new plush blankets, getting you food on their way to visit your studio, Steve had even given you a sweater that both he and Bucky regularly wear - fully knowing and hoping youâll use it for your nest.
Those men make you happier than anyone else ever could, you relish in their praise, your whole body lit up in flames whenever they get all sweet on you - which is all the time, neither man can resist kissing you, hugging you, telling you how youâre the sweetest Omega to ever exist.
They make you happy, and you will do everything you can to make them happy too. You want to be the perfect Omega for them, to show them that you can provide for them too, and that thought is what fuels you to park outside of their house and gather everything.
Your confidence wanes when you get to the front door, anxious again that the Alphas would be upset that you came over. You donât even get a chance to think about leaving because the door opens wide, and Steve stands there with a smile.
âHoney,â He says, giving you that same longing gaze he always gives you. His eyes travel down to the container youâre holding, his smile growing wider while you cast your eyes down to the floor nervously. âWhat is that?â
A part of you wants to laugh, you know his heightened sense of smell can already figure it out. You donât though, you merely shuffle on the porch nervously.
âW-Well I - um⌠I know Bucky isnât feeling well, and I wanted to drop off some brownies for you guys.â Your eyes suddenly go wide, a small panicked noise leaving your lips. âWhich I just now realized is probably not a good thing for Bucky to eat right now.â
You kind of want to smack your forehead. You were so focused on trying to be helpful that you didnât even think of what would actually help Bucky feel better. Sensing your growing panic, Steve hums softly, reaching out and taking the dessert from your hands.
âThatâs really sweet, honey,â Steve purrs, transferring the container to one hand so he can take your hand in his free one. âThank you.â
An unexpected squeak leaves your lips, warmth filling your body as you squeeze Steveâs hand and smile up at him shyly.
âY-Youâre welcome, Stevie.â Your voice is soft, nearly indiscernible except for your Alpha with his advanced hearing. âUm, just⌠I guess you can text me later and tell me how they taste?â Itâs phrased as an uncertain question because you donât want to make him feel like he has to, but you desperately hope he does. You need their praise more than air.
âYouâre not staying?â
That question has your head snapping up so you can look at him directly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you take in his equally confused gaze.
âI - um. I guess I just thought you wouldnât want me to. I mean, you never want to come in my house, so I just figured you wouldnât want me in yours.â Your voice comes out shakier than youâd like, and the hope that heâd invite you in is creeping up. âWhich is fine! You - you donât have to, and I donât want to make you guys uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isnât feeling well.â
Steve sighs, his scent souring a little as though heâs disappointed, and now youâre anxious over possibly saying something wrong. But when he senses your growing panic, he tugs on your hand until you follow him inside. And immediately, the aroma of both Bucky and Steveâs scent calms you down.
âOf course we want you here, sweet Omega.â Steve smiles at you again, pulling you further into the house until you get to the kitchen not far from the entryway. He drops your hand so he can place the food on the counter. The Alpha quickly moves toward you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you into his chest. Plush, soft lips land on the top of your head, and they linger there for a few moments.
As though he sensed your arrival, Bucky comes rushing into the kitchen with a wide smile.
âOmega,â He says, walking toward you and Steve with purpose so he can wrap around you too.
âOur sweet girl brought us some brownies since you arenât feeling well.â You can hear the smile in Steveâs voice, and they both release their hold on you so you can turn around and face Bucky.
Bucky goes silent, and when you place your hands on his chest you can feel how his heart rate picks up. And after a few moments of simply staring into your eyes, his smile softens, his body relaxing.
âOh, honey,â Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Buckyâs hulking frame. You donât mind though, youâd happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldnât pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphasâ day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.
âThank you,â Bucky mumbles into your neck as he presses soft and chaste kisses to the area. âYouâre perfect.â
You canât help the nervous chuckle that passes through your lips, nor can you stop yourself from shaking your head, immediately trying to deny it. While you love praise, specifically theirs, you donât really feel like you deserve it sometimes. How can these two perfect Alphaâs possibly be interested in you? Youâre not too sure why they like you, but you try not to think too hard about it. You donât want to overthink everything and spiral into self-doubt, which would then lead you to sabotage the relationship, and you absolutely donât want that.
âI-Itâs nothing, really. I just want to make you feel better.â Your voice is small and shy, and you cast your eyes downward when Bucky pulls away from you to look at you with such intensity that it makes your entire body go warm. Your heartbeat speeds up when Steve steps back too and moves so he can stand beside Bucky and look at you directly.
âItâs not nothing, baby,â Steve sighs, reaching out and placing a large hand on the back of your neck and turning your head upwards so he can hold your gaze, and itâs absolutely impossible to suppress the shiver that runs down your spine. Oh, how you want to feel his hands on⌠other parts of your body.
âItâs thoughtful,â Bucky adds, lightly squeezing your hips. âWe mean it; thank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â You say softly, smiling at both of them and reaching out to place your hands on each Alphaâs chests. In a quick and bold move, you lean up on your toes to place a gentle kiss on Steveâs lips, then move over to Bucky.
Bucky, however, decides a single peck isnât enough. Steve keeps his hand on the back of your neck and angles your head so itâs easier for Bucky to slide his tongue along your bottom lip and take advantage of your surprised squeak by slipping his tongue into your mouth. He swallows your little gasps and sighs, snaking his arms around your waist to pull your body flush against his.
The intensity of the kiss comes to a halt when Steveâs stomach rumbles. You and Bucky break apart with breathless chuckles, turning to look at Steveâs sheepish expression.
âSorry,â He laughs, sliding his hand from your neck to the side of your face, and he smiles wider when you nuzzle and kiss his palm. âWe havenât eaten since this morning.â
âI can cook for you!â You say quickly, surprised with yourself by how fast you were to offer. Youâre not the best cook, but depending on what food they have youâre pretty sure you whip up something presentable. Plus, your inner Omega is just aching to please them.
âYou donât need to do that, honey,â Bucky says, stepping back but keeping one hand on your back. âWe can just order something.â
âPlease?â You ask softly, smiling up at him and using the fact that he can never say no to your pout to your advantage. âI want to.â
Both men sigh, fully knowing that they could never deny you anything you want. So, they both nod, stepping aside so you can go to their fridge.
âYou can just make something easy, it doesnât matter to us.â Steve kisses your forehead, then smiles as he turns to look at Bucky while you go about finding something to cook. Pulling him in close, Steve quickly kisses Buckyâs lips and murmurs, âTold ya sheâd understand.â
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âTold ya sheâd understand.â
Steve chuckles when Bucky playfully shoves his elbow into his Alphaâs stomach. And Steve absolutely cannot stop himself from kissing Bucky again. And one more time. He canât help it though, Bucky was feeling so awful earlier, and seeing his genuine smile and sparkling eyes fills him with happiness.
âShut up, punk,â Bucky mumbles with a playful roll of his eyes, wiggling out of Steveâs hold so he can go sit at the kitchen island. Steve follows him, muttering âjerkâ low under his breath as he sits next to Bucky.
The two men sit side by side, both with love-stricken gazes and twinkling eyes as they watch you flit around the kitchen happily, grabbing things here and there. They arenât too sure what exactly youâre making, but it starts smelling good in no time. But the underlying scent of happiness coming from all three of you is what really strikes Buckyâs heart.
And in no time at all the food has been finished, and you make sure to pile their plates full of the food.
âI know spaghetti is boring, but I added a few spices so I hope you like it.â Your voice is soft and shy as you present them with their plates, and your rapidly beating heart showcases your nerves. Youâre desperately hoping they like it - maybe praise you a bit for taking care of them.
âWeâll love it,â Steve says quickly, getting off the chair and walking up to you with a wide smile. âWeâll love anything you make us, honey.â
The squeak you let out makes both Alphas chuckle, giving you such soft gazes that makes you want to bare your neck to them in submission. With that, Steve and Bucky take their food and guide you to the couch in the living room, being careful as they sit down while Bucky pulls you into his lap.
They take time eating, occasionally feeding you despite your assurances that you already ate before you came over. They donât care though, because theyâll be damned if they donât dote on you for making them feel better.
And when the food has been eaten, Bucky gives you a glare when you offer to do dishes. âYouâve worked hard enough, honey,â Bucky tells you, wrapping his arms tighter around you to keep you in place.
Itâs at that moment that Bucky realizes that this, the three of you under one roof, on one couch, is what home is for him. With you in his lap and Steve cuddled into his side, he knows that heâs the luckiest guy in the world, how canât he be? He has his Alpha; the greatest love of his life, and you; the sweetest Omega to ever exist whoâs teaching Bucky how to be happy in ways he never thought possible.
He doesnât even realize heâs crying until you make a slightly distressed sound, your hands coming up to cup his cheek.
âBuck?â Steve coos, bringing up a hand so he can run his finger through his mateâs hair. âWhatâs wrong?â
Bucky sniffles, shaking his head as he wipes his eyes, then takes hold of one of your hands so he can kiss your knuckles. He smiles, so soft and sweet and innocent, smiling wider when Steve presses a kiss to his cheek.
âItâs stupid,â Bucky says with a quiet huff and shrugs. âI just⌠Today was shit, like, awful. And Iâve been happy all these years with Steve by my side, but other than right now, the only time I can remember feeling this happy was when I was finally reunited with him.â
Bucky briefly glances over at Steve, giving him that soft and adoring look he always gives him, then looks back at you and holds your gaze.
âYou make me happy, Omega.â
Your eyes go wide, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Because, while you donât know everything about whatâs transpired in their lives and relationship, you know that it must be a pretty big deal for him to say this. And it fills you with a feeling dangerously close to love, but you canât help it. Buckyâs been through the depths of hell and back, and he deserves everything good in the world. And you being able to give him some of that goodness just makes you want to cry.
âYou-â You cut yourself off, clearing your throat to suppress the waver in your voice. âYou make me happy too. Both of you.â
âGood, Omega,â Steve purrs, reaching across Bucky to give you a tender kiss.
And when you break away from Steve, you turn to give Bucky a kiss as well, and Bucky? Well, Bucky is pretty sure (re: totally confident) that he loves you. He knows Steve does too, which makes everything easier. Knowing that theyâre on the same page about their feelings for you gives him reassurance that maybe this could work out.
He wants to mate with you, he wants to be with you in every way possible. And when you pull away and smile at your Alphas with that sweet and tender way you always do, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, you want that too.
So who can really blame him when Bucky asks, âWill you mate with us?â
From next to him, Steve doesnât visibly react, though his heartbeat speeding up and the flush creeping up on his face tells Bucky that he wants that too - theyâve also spoken about it in length, so he knows heâs not just speaking for himself.
All the two men can do now is wait for your answer with bated breaths. It comes only a half of a second later.
âOf course.â
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Happy Little Family
đ"Taking Back What's His"
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 6170
Tags: dark!Bucky, mafia/mob au, dubcon/noncon, a/b/o, threats and coercion, rape, forced pregnancy, forced domestic "bliss", yandere, kid fic
Summary: You thought you'd left behind the man who turned out to be more dangerous than you'd ever imagined. But one day he walks back into your life and reminds you that, come hell or high water, you're all going to be one happy. little. family.
This chapter: You try one last, desperate ploy to escape, but it doesn't exactly work out. And James hasn't come alone. The next time you wake up, you're a long way from home.
Nickname Dictionary: vorishka = "little thief" mamochka = "mommy/little mother" kotenok= "kitty/kitten" omegya = (made up) Russian spelling of omega omegechka = (made up) "little omega" krasotka = "Pretty(n.)/pretty one" pchelka = "little bee"
2. Taking Back What's His
(Wait! I haven't read part 1 yet!)
He says something to you, after. Words that might as well be in his native Russian, for how well you take them in. But they're soft, and reassuringâheâs pleased. His body weight moves off the bed.
When you finally open your eyes and blink up at the ceiling, itâs the softest baby pink all around the edges, like smoke curling into your vision. Itâs nice, peaceful. Feels good-all-over in that way that painkillers do. You havenât experienced it since the last time you had sex with an alpha.
Which James unfortunately seems to have figured out was with him, almost two years ago.Â
âOh, kotenok, You havenât been fucking anybody.âÂ
Youâre still in the afterglow, mind muzzy, all of your previous panic and fear blunted near to the point of erasure with how nice it feels to float, when you hear Jamesâ pleased chuckle from where heâs getting dressed. He comes back and leans over you. âHey Sweetheart. Feeling good?âÂ
You frown at him, though it takes a concerted effort to make any expression of displeasure. You want him to know you arenât happy, that this state heâs fucked you into isnât real. You want to slap that smug fucking look right off his face. All you manage to come up with is a pouty little âno" that makes James laugh.
âCome here.â He fixes your dress, then helps you up off the bed. He seems to be checking to make sure youâre steady on your feet before he lets you stand on your own. âYou good?â
âMâfine.â He knows you too well, knows how intense it can be for you, how strongly you react to him. You avoid his knowing gaze. Youâre not completely useless like this. You can still remember everything thatâs going on, can still remember June. âPlease,â you say again, trying to change the tone of your voice. âLet me give her to Hilde.â
James rolls his eyes. âRight, right. Your friend across the street.â
âPlease James?â You look up at him, pink edges all around his face, so pretty. Goddamn him. âSheâll be safe there.â
Again, something passes through his eyes too quickly for you to identify. It might be annoyance. He sighs, and the look, whatever it was, is gone. âSure thing, Doll. Babies need a lot of stuff. You might as well pack up what she needs.â
You nod tearfully, going to your closet to grab a bag. He follows close behind, sending a clear message that heâs not planning on letting you out of his sights while you do this. James isnât stupid, youâll give him that.
In the nursery, June is happy to see you and wants you to pick her up. You talk to her in a sweet, placating voice as you go around the room grabbing different things that sheâll need and stuffing them in the bag. At this point you know to be grateful for the haze. Even as it tapers off, itâs blunting the sorrow that you know would otherwise have you sobbing and your voice clogging with tears. This way at least, youâre able to keep June thinking everything is alright. This way she isnât scared.Â
Itâs when youâre crouched beside the changing table, stuffing diapers into the bag with James behind you that you get the idea: Downstairs: the kitchen: in the drawer. Your gun.
You stop moving long enough that James notices. âWhatâre you doing? Come on.â
You stand back up. Yes. You have to do it. This is the only chance you have at getting out of this and not losing June. You lick your lips nervously before turning back around to face him. âI ⌠have to get her bottles and stuff from downstairs,â you say, hoping that the lingering post-coital haze is enough to keep your true intentions off your face. Your eyes flick up to James, whoâs squinting at your tits.
âBottle?â He starts to smirk, and you glare at him.
âYes. Asshole. I wonât exactly be around to feed her, now will I?âÂ
His face softens at that and he gives you an apologetic look. âRight. Well go on, then.âÂ
You move for the hallway, realize heâs not following you, and turn back in confusion. Heâs beside the crib, holding his hand out for June to touch. Your heart leaps from your spot in the doorway. âWhat are you doing?â
He arches an eyebrow. âIâm waiting right here until you come back upstairs,â he says, his message clear.Â
Your pulse picks up, but you force yourself to nod. Youâre useless without that gun. You have to get to it. He narrows his eyes at you while June giggles and reaches for his wiggling fingers. âNo games.â
âYeah,â you whisper, and turn and head for the stairs.Â
Itâs pure torture to move at a casual speed, especially as your mind is clearing and the fearful emotions returning. In the downstairs hallway, you check once over your shoulder that James hasnât followed you, then pick up your pace, hurrying into the kitchen and heading straight for the drawer where you keep the gun.
Your eyes tear up as you maneuver past the digital lock that you installed for nothing. Juneâs still crawling. She never even got old enough to toddle over here. You press the code into the keypad, cringing when it does its quiet little two-tone âbeepâ at being unlocked. You wait, heart in your throat until you hear the mechanism moving, then rip open the drawer.Â
Your heart stops and your brain freezes and all you can think is: No. No, no noâÂ
âLooking for this?âÂ
You whirl around, and there he is: standing on the other side of the kitchen, leaning against the sink as he holds your only weapon in his hands.
His face is relaxed, Goddamn him, as he pretends to ignore your horror and instead holds the gun up to flippantly inspect it. âI have to say, Doll, Iâm impressed. I wouldâve expected some puny girl gun. Ruger, Derringer. But this?â He turns the Skorpion in his hands, and chuckles softly when he sees the cartridge. âJesus. You really wanted to blow a hole in somebody, didnât you?â His eyes finally drag up to you, the hand heâs holding the gun with dropping down by his side as he starts walking over, slowly, step by step, eyes boring into you with a growing anger.
Oh shit. Dread curls in your gut but youâre frozen. Bolting now wouldnât even get you to the staircase. He presses in close, pinning you against the countertop. He brings the gun up and nudges your jaw with it, leaning in and breathing in your face, âDid you really think I wouldnât find it, vorishka?â[little thief]
Heâs taunting you with your own failure, and you canât stop the whimper that breaks from your throat at having your one and only plan foiled so pathetically easily. âJames,â you plead, âI didnâtââ
âShh sh sh. None of that, now.â Heâs speaking softly, sweetly, but heâs furious. He drags his lips over your cheek and the barrel of the gun you stole from him over the other. âSo what was the plan? How were you going to kill me with my own gun? Pop upstairs and shoot up the nursery?â
âN-no.â
âAh. Right. Youâre smarter than that. You wouldâve waited for me to come down and see what the fuck was taking you so long, or put it in the duffle and waited until we dropped the whelp off at the neighbors. Is that it?"
You sniffle and nod, angry at him for being such an all-knowing asshole. âYou canât hold that against me,â you say, trying to defend yourself.
He nods thoughtfully. âHmm. Yes, I suppose youâre right. I canât blame you for that.â Your shoulders start to relax, that is until he pulls back to glare at you and holds the gun to you again, this time pointing it right underneath your chin. He looks angrier than youâve ever seen him. âBut do you know what I can hold against you, Little thief?â Your face pinches in fear, sure that youâre about to be shot, and he digs the muzzle cruelly into your skin, forcing you to look at him. âThe fact that that pup up there is ten months old, and Iâve never even fucking seen her.âÂ
Your eyes widen as you realize: he knows. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but he beats you to it.
âDid you really think I wouldnât be able to tell sheâs mine?âÂ
âJames,â
âAll this time!â he hisses, hurt lancing through his features. âYou kept her from me! What gives you the right?âÂ
âIâI didnâtââ
He growls and pushes away from you, several steps back, glaring. âNothing, is the answer youâre looking for. You had no right to do that.âÂ
You try to edge to the side, but freeze when he straightens his arm and points the gun right at you. âJames, wait âŚâ
He aims it at your face, but then lowers it for a center mass shot, which is what really convinces you youâre about to die. âSay goodbye, mamochka,â he says, with steely eyes and his finger curling over the trigger.Â
Itâs a submachine gun that fires in three shot bursts, or fully automatic. Either way, you know youâre about to be riddled with bullets, so you start to hyperventilate. Itâs an embarrassing reaction, but at least you have the dignity of knowing what your last words on this earth wouldâve been. âDonât hurt her,â you gasp.
His eyes fill with rage and he pulls the trigger.Â
⌠Nothing happens, but youâre bracing so hard that it takes you a full two or three seconds to realize it. Then, when you do realize it, and you see James standing there looking grim but completely unsurprised that you havenât been shot, all of the breath rushes out of your lungs. You feel like youâre about to faint, which is apparently what heâs waiting for.Â
He ejects the empty magazine, shaking his head in disbelief. âYou really thought Iâd do it, didnât you?â He takes a step forward, but pauses when you flinch back. âWhat the hell have you convinced yourself that I am?âÂ
You step back again when he moves. âDonât,â you whisper. âDonât.â
âDonât, donât,â he whispers, mocking you. âDonât what? Donât take back whatâs mine? The mother of my pup? A pup I didnât get to see grow or come into this world?â Your breath hitches with emotion and he doesnât miss it, the bastard. âYeah,â he says darkly. âYou robbed me of that. But Iâll get over it, donât worry.â He leers up and down your body in its flimsy sundress. âIâll be putting another one in you real soon.â
You see red. Fury sweeps through you and stings your eyes, roars in your ears. You grab the nearest thing to you, which is the edge of the utensils crock on the counter. It spills over and your hand closes around the handle of the meat mallet. You cry out and swing at him, wanting to smash his smug fucking face to smithereens.Â
âWoah-ho, easy there.â He laughs and takes a surprised step back, as though youâre nothing but a tantruming child. âStop being so dramatic.â
You growl and lunge for him again, but cut off in a shriek as someone suddenly grabs you from behind. The meat mallet clatters to the floor as youâre hauled back against the hard body of another man. One big arm wraps around your middle, and the other holds a cloth up at your face, pressing it over your mouth. âMmph!â you yell out, muffled, and get a huge inhale of chlorine-like smell into your lungs for your trouble. You hold your breath and thrash, but itâs less than useless. The person holding you is large and strong. When you try to headbutt him, it doesn't even clip his chin. You bring your hands up to try and claw at the hand holding the cloth over your mouth, but your nails meet metal instead of skin, and you gasp in another inhale of chemicals as you realize who it is. âMmph!â Â
James steps up close, smirking fondly as he watches you fighting the urge to inhale. Eventually he tuts and reaches up to cup your cheek. âShhh, omegechka. Stop. Stop fighting now. Itâs all over.âÂ
âNngh!â
âJust take a deep breath and go to sleep. Everythingâll be alright, I promise. Just relax.â You whimper as you feel yourself running out of air, knowing that your bodyâs going to force you to draw breath in a second. James leans in and kisses your forehead tenderly. âIâm not going to hurt you,â he whispers, just as your vision starts to fade out, âor our daughter.â
The smell of professionally scented, circulating air hits you first, and then the taste of old pennies in your mouth. Then, a gradually increasing sense of awareness of your body in space and time. At first you think you're somewhere very bright, as colors and rainbows dance through your lashes, but the more you blink your eyes open, the more the brightness fades and your vision comes into focus.
And there he is: holding a crystal tumbler and looking like he's been waiting for you to come round. "Well hello there, Sleepyhead,â he says. âWelcome back." He takes a sip of whatever it is heâs drinking, the ice cubes clinking softly against the sides of the glass. He looks totally relaxed.
You sit up straighter in the seat where youâd been slumped, moving your tongue around inside of your dry mouth and trying to remember what happened. And then reality hits you in waves, each one more devastating than the last:
JamesâHe found you.Â
JuneâShe's not there.
"How're you feeling? Thirsty?"
You blink, dazed, a few lingering specks still floating at the edges of your vision. You look around the room youâre in, clocking your surroundings. Windows, cabinâShit. You're already on a plane. Pressure builds rapidly at the backs of your eyes as you fight not to cry, thinking of your baby girl left behind, never getting to see her again.
You didnât even get to say goodbye.Â
Buckyâs eyes sharpen on you when your stifled sob breaks out and you throw a hand over your mouth. "Steve,â he says, still watching you in concern. âGet her a bottle of water."
âSure thing, boss.â
And then the worst realization of all: You look over and see the winter fucking soldier walking down the aisle, holding your baby.
They've got June.
Your eyes widen and you make a distressed little âmeepâ of a sound. âSteve!â you blurt, and he turns to face you. He looks surprised that youâve spoken directly to him. Heâs not wearing his usual black mask, but he still looks huge and intimidating, and itâs like seeing a wild animal right next to your babyâdangerous, wrong. Your mouth works uselessly as you stare at his hands on Juneâs body: one supporting her head, and the metal one scooped under her butt. You see her back rise and fall steadily through her bumblebee onesie and you realize that sheâs asleep. âI-is she okay?â you ask, heart in your throat.Â
Steveâs eyes narrow at you, but he nods curtly. âSheâs fine.âÂ
Across from you, James scoffs, drawing your attention back to him. âHeâs going to put her down. Thereâs a crib in the back. Sheâll be fine,â he says, when he sees you stiffen in protest. âYou and I have some catching up to do, vorishka.â
âI thought we did that back in my bedroom,â you snap.
âYou still want the water?â Steve asks.
âThatâs okay.â Bucky keeps his eyes on you. âIâll take care of her. You just stay back there with pchelka while she sleeps.âÂ
Steve nods, and you canât help yourself. âWait! Please. Please give her to me. Steve?â You sit forward with your arms outstretched, but can only watch helplessly as the other man obeys Bucky and ignores you, disappearing back into the next section of the plane. Bastard never did like you.Â
âSheâll be fine,â Bucky assures you. âJust sit back and relax. We wonât be in the air for too long.â
You hate it, but you do sit back in the chair. James wonât hurt her. You know that. Especially now that you know he knows. You look around the cabin, taking in the wide, leather seats and gleaming wood finishes. Thereâs a couch, tv, a bar. A fucking electric fireplace. It's the sort of luxury you used to go starry-eyed over; incredibly rich men, fat or old or ugly, tripping all over themselves to spoil you.
⌠Only, James was never any of those things.
âThis is your plane?â you ask, dragging your hand over the arm of your seat.
James smirks. âWhat? You thought Iâd kidnap you and then fly commercial?âÂ
You purse your lips at his joke. âI guess not.â You relax back, trying to get your bearings. It is bad news that youâre already on a plane with him. Youâll be landing at his private airstrip at the Siberia compound, which gives you no middle ground to run. You bite your lip as your thoughts race and you try to think of anything you might be able to do once you get toâ
âStop it,â James says quietly, drawing your attention back to him. Heâs giving you a stern look. âYou barely got away before, and that was on your own. Now weâve got our daughter. Anything you try will put her in unnecessary danger and you know that.â He shakes his head, some of that sadness from before creeping back into his eyes. âYouâre not leaving me again, omegechka.â
âIâm not?â you echo, stuck in place by his stare, by the memories you share with him, and the fear you have of what heâs planning for your punishment. âWhat are you going to do?â
âIâm just taking back whatâs mine, Sweetheart. You do realize that?â You fail to answer him and his gaze hardens just a little bit. âThatâs okay. Youâll see it eventually. This isnât a bad thing. If you had just stuck around a little longer instead of lying to me and running off, then you wouldâve seen it before, and we wouldnât have to be going through this right now.â He raises his drink to you in a little salute. âYou, me, and pchelka? Weâre going to be a family.â
You donât refuse the water he gives you, or the drink that he mixes for you, after. If James wanted to keep you drugged up until reaching Siberia, he certainly couldâve done so without allowing you to wake up on the plane. Youâre only conscious right now because he wants you to be. And because you know that, you donât protest the drink he prepares for you over at the bar. To be honest, a stiff one actually sounds really good right about now.
âThank you,â you murmur as he hands it over, still unmoored by this drastic shift in circumstances. A few hours ago youâd been safe in your cottage, then suddenly you werenât. One minute youâre sure youâre about to get a bullet in the face from this man, and the next, heâs got you sipping thousand dollar vodka on his private jet, calmly explaining how he intends to keep you and force you into some twisted form of domestic bliss.Â
âI had a whole renovation done for her,â he tells you. âPchelka will have plenty of room to play and grow.â
You frown, hating the idea of your daughter growing up in that cold, Siberian fortress. You donât care if heâs bought her an indoor waterslide and a herd of ponies. Itâs no place for a child. âWhat does that mean?â you ask grumpily. âThat word: chelkâ? You keep using it. You canât just rename my daughter.â
Hurt flashes in his eyes, but he wipes it away fast. âPchelka means little bee. The outfit you put her in has bees on it.â
âOh ⌠Right.â You love that set. Itâd been another gift at the shower, from Hilde.
âAnd sheâs my daughter too,â James says tightly.
You gulp at the bitterness in his tone, at his eyes boring into you with reproach. Itâs silly, but you do feel bad about hurting him in this one way, at least. âHer name is June,â you offer quietly.
His face draws tight with emotion thatâs impossible for you to decipher. Mostly you just sense hurt coming off of him, tingeing his scent and making it into something mournful and awful. He stares at you for a long time. âYou made me think youâd lost it,â he eventually whispers. âHow could you do that to me?â
You shake your head. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âNo youâre not. Youâre just sorry that I found you.â
âI saw you kill people, James!â you cry. âI saw who you really are. I couldnât stay. Not after that.â
His mouth ticks up at the corners. âOh, Sweetheart. Youâve got no idea who I am, or what Iâve done for you.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
His eyes gleam and he lifts his drink, tipping back the last of it. âDo you even remember where we met?âÂ
You frown. âOf course.â Youâd met him on a yacht, off the coast of Greece. At a party youâd been paid to attend as one of a flock of similarly hired âpretty girlsâ. Five hundred bucks just to sit around and drink cocktails for a few hours and make whoever owned the yacht look like a successful playboy. James had taken one look at you and made it his mission to charm you off of that boat with him. And youâd fallen for it, hook line and sinker. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
âYou donât know as much as you think you do,â he says disdainfully. âDonât know how lucky you really are. I saved you.â
You scoff. âYouâre no different from those boat guys. You think youâre so special, Godâs gift to omegas, I get it.â
âNo,â he grits. âYou really donât.â
âDonât tell me what I donât know! I know what I saw. All over the floor of your goddamn office. I slipped in it for Christâs sake!â
âRight, right. The men you saw me kill,â he says, referencing the scene youâd walked in on just before youâd faked your miscarriage and fled. âYou were eavesdropping outside the door, werenât you, Little thief?â
You jut your chin out. âYes. So what?âÂ
âYou know, Iâd always assumed you heard the entire conversation. Now I realize I was wrong.âÂ
âWhat?â
He laughs under his breathâat your expense, you suspect. âWho exactly do you think they were?â
âYour business associates. The same sort of underworld, black market scum as you. Only they didn't work for you. You screwed them over and they were there to collect what you owed them, and you murdered them instead.â
James scoffs and smiles angrily, sticking his tongue into his cheek as he looks away in frustration. "Figures," he mutters.
âWhat?â you snap. âYouâre gonna deny it?â
âIâm not denying anything. But I killed them for you.â
âOh please. Just stop it. Stop lying! I know what you do for work.âÂ
Granted, you'd been a little slow on the uptake back then, too enamored and swept up in the whirlwind romance with your first Alpha that you hadnât ever stopped to wonder where his money came from, or where it was he jetted off to âon businessâ every few days. Itâd taken a year for you to piece it together, to see the true magnitude of the enterprise he ran, and how dark it really was.
Sitting in front of you now, he doesnât deny it, which only bolsters your disdain for him. âI donât want that in my life,â you hiss. âArms dealing, drugs, smuggling, mercenaries. And apparently human trafficking as well.â
His eyes flash. âThey donât call it that, you know. Itâs called the âskin tradeâ.â
âI donât care.â
He gets up to go pour himself another drink at the bar. âRight,â he snaps, like youâre an idiot. âYouâre so fucking naĂŻve, krasotka [pretty (n.)]. So convinced that Iâm the devil. But you have no idea how much worse it couldâve been for you.â
âYou threatened to sell your own daughter before you figured out she was yours!â
Refusing to be provoked, he returns to stand right in front of you, forcing you to look up at him towering over you. âI knew she was mine from the second I walked in that house,â he says, making your breath catch.Â
âHow?â
He smiles nastily and takes a sip from his drink, then sets it aside. He leans over you with his hands on the back of your seat, caging you in. You can smell the expensive alcohol on his breath as he gets in your face and tells you, âI put that baby in you, moya omegya. Sheâs a part of me. You think I wouldnât be able to figure that out? Think an Alpha doesnât know the scent of his own flesh and blood?â
You tense, fighting not to shrink away. âYouâre making that up.â
He chuckles lowly and puts his face right next to yours, cheek to cheek, savoring your reaction. âSweetheart,â he purrs, âI may not have forced a mating bite on you back then like I should have, but there are other ways to leave your mark on someone.â He dips in to kiss your neck, right over your unbitten glands. âI found you by your scent,â he whispers. âSniffed you out.â
You shiver at his hot breath on your skin and the deadly soft tone of his voice. The way your body responds to him isnât anything you can control, and he knows that, but it still makes you flush with embarrassment when he takes a deep inhale in the bend of your neck and hums with satisfaction when he smells the effect heâs had on you. âI wouldnât have sold her anyway,â he tells you, pulling back and picking up his drink. âI want you to know that. I donât participate in the skin trade.â
You swallow thickly, watching him watch you as he waits for you to react to him in some way. You donât know why you believe him about this one thing, but you do. âBut youâre aware of it,â you say. âYou know it happens, and you donât do anything to stop it.â
His jaw works in frustration. âIâve interfered a time or two, when I could get away with it.â
âWell, aren't you a hero.â
âI didnât say that,â he snaps. âI said Iâve done what little I could. These men make a lot of money dealing in omegas, and they donât take kindly to being stolen from.â
âI can imagine.â
âNo,â he mutters into his drink. âYou really canât.â
Thereâs something oddly bitter in his tone, like he's working hard not to tell you something. You bite your lip and watch him for a minute. â... How much?â you ask.
âWhat?â His eyes darken when he figures out what youâre asking. âNo.â
âTell me.â
âIt depends,â he grits, glaring at you. "Now cut it out."
Sober, you might have; but half a vodka spritzer after nineteen months of no alcohol has you bolder than you usually would be. You look down at yourself, feigning flippancy. âWell what about me? How much would I go for?â
âKotenok,â he warns lowly, growling when you continue to press him with a snotty little,Â
âCome on, I thought you were such a dangerous criminal? You canât even discuss a little human trafficking with the weak omega you just trafficked?âÂ
He probably knows youâre trying to antagonize him, but he still rises to the bait. He sits back and lets his eyes drag over your body in a way that makes your pulse pick up. âWell,â he drawls, âyou just had a baby. So thatâs less right there.â Your nostrils flare angrily and he gives you a look. âYouâre the one who asked,â he reminds, waiting until you give him a nod to continue. He gives you another onceover, this time lingering in certain places longer, a softer look in his eyes for the softer parts of your body. He almost seems to get distracted. He catches himself overindulging and looks away, like itâs hurting him to consider you this way. âMost people want their omegas untouched,â he says quietly. âEspecially if the buyer's alpha, which they usually are. Itâs an instinctual thing for us. Weâre very driven to possess. We donât like to share.â
âYeah, tell me about it,â you mutter.
His gaze snaps back to you, a painful amount of familiarity in his eyes. âYouâdve been a couple million, back when we first met.â
Your eyes widen. You weren't expecting that. âBut ⌠I wasnât even a virgin.â
He arches an eyebrow. âI said untouched, not virginal. Not in that way. Alpha buyers want unbonded and never bred, first and foremost.â He leers at you. âNot that there arenât some whoâll pay a little extra to pop a girlâs cherry. But thatâs not the main thing theyâre looking for, when they buy.âÂ
You scowl. âRight. So I guess Iâm damaged goods now."
âOh no, mamochka,â he says seriously. âYouâve only gone up in value in my eyes. Though believe me when I say Iâm more than happy to contribute to the depletion of your market value." He raises his glass to his lips, looking darkly pleased. âYouâre not for sale, and you never will be. Youâre mine.â
You're embarrassed to be the one to break eye contact first, but you canât keep listening to him talk about how much he likes you and watching him look at you like youâre his most prized possession. With any other man youâd just be disgusted, but James has always had a knack for getting you flustered, and he knows it. Thereâs always been an inexplicable pull between the two of you, and he knows that, too. Itâs the main reason why you've always refused his attempts to bond you. You're terrified of what itâll be like after, since you already know how pathetically helpless you are around him without a bond.
âI have to go to the bathroom,â you mumble quietly. âWhere is it?âÂ
âJust down there.â He nods in the direction behind you, opposite from where Steve had gone with June.
You press your lips together and get up without looking at him, but you can feel his eyes on you the entire time youâre walking away.
âDonât take too long in there, kotenok,â he purrs from back in his seat. âOr Iâll have to come in after you.â
In the bathroom, you splash water on your face and lean against the sink, looking at the girl staring back at you in the mirror. You blink, and she blinks, but it feels like youâre looking at another person, someone you donât know. She looks fragile. Tired, and dazed. Juneâs been sleeping through the night for months, but itâs been a hell of a day.
You scrutinize your reflection, smoothing your dress and tucking your hair behind your ears, thinking about how you have zero makeup on. Then you scoff at yourself for caring what you look like in front of him. You think about how much youâve changed in the seventeen months since you ran away. Not just physically, but mentally. Youâve had to be so strong. For June, for yourself. Itâs been awful, and lonely, and youâve hated yourself for not being able to stop missing him.Â
You sniffle and splash more water on your face, grumpily thinking that postpartum hormones are so much worse than the pregnancy ones. You grab the towel off the wall, but freeze when you bring it up to pat your face dry and get a smell of it.
Oh.
You whimper, unable to keep from pressing it harder to your mouth and nose and inhaling deeply. Itâs Jamesâ scent, and it smells so good. It smells like Safety and Love and Alpha. You hear the sound of your own, needy mewl and you gasp, yanking the towel away from your face and tossing it into the sink, trying to keep your shit together. You brace your hands on the counter and glare at your reflection to tell her to stop it, stop it, stop it, but all it takes is seeing your lower lip quiver, and soon your entire face is collapsing in long-repressed sadness. You turn away from the mirror with a pathetic noise, throat aching from the urge to keen.Â
Why does this have to be happening?! Youâve tried so hard, for so long. To be strong for June, to get over him, to move on! You bury your face in your hands and choke on a wrenching sob. You know you have to be quiet, have to stop, have to pull yourself together before heâ
A soft knock comes from outside the bathroom. âDoll?â
You whine and hastily search for a lock on the door, but there is none, and James hears your crying and pulls the door open. âHoney,â he mourns when he sees you. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You push past him, hurrying in the direction he isnât blocking. âLeave me alone!â you cry, hating the blubbering in your voice that makes you sound just as weak as James thinks you are. You arrive in a perfectly made up bedroom with no point of egress other than the one you arrived through. You whine in distress, circle around helplessly, and then throw yourself onto the bed when he arrives at the doorway looking worried. âLeave me alone!â you cry, curling onto your side and pulling one of the pillows down to bury your face in. At least it isnât suffused with Jamesâ scent. You still cry though, unable to keep it in anymore now that youâve started.
He tuts sadly from the doorway and comes into the room slowly. He stands there for a long minute, silent, before he sighs and his weight comes onto the bed. âSweetheart,â he says.
âJust leave me alone,â you whine miserably. âGo away!â
âShh sh sh.â He curls up behind you, arms around your waist and legs pushing in behind yours. He kisses your shoulder and hugs you, but it only makes you cry harder at how achingly familiar it is. âItâs okay,â he murmurs between kisses. He doesnât try to get you to stop crying, or ask you whatâs wrong. He seems to know exactly why youâre breaking down, and he simply devotes all his efforts to helping you calm down in your own time. âSâokay, sâokay. Everythingâs gonna be okay,â he keeps saying, soothing you with a deep rumble in his chest. âIâve got you, Sweetheart. Iâve got you now. Itâs all gonna be okay. Shhh.â
At first, his placating makes you angry, but not enough to stop your crying, and once that tapers off from sobs to quiet, sniffling tears, you canât seem to dredge up the anger anymore. It isnât there.Â
âYou feeling a little better?â he asks kindly, gently tucking your hair behind your ear and then hugging you again.
You whine when you feel his lips against your neck. âIâm fine,â you rasp, voice coming out scratchy from all of the crying. You cringe and scrub your face into the pillow in embarrassment. âJust got a little sad.â
âYeah,â he agrees quietly, giving you a supportive squeeze. âThatâs okay.â
You hate how he says it, because itâs obvious that he knows why you were crying: Poor, sad little omega, bawling her eyes out over how much sheâs missed her Alpha. He nuzzles into your neck, telling you itâs okay and that youâre allowed to cry. As much as you hate him being able to see into you so easily, youâre just grateful that he isnât rubbing your face in it right now. The way he's holding you and comforting you feels good. You donât fight to get away from him.
The two of you lie there together for what feels like a long time. Once youâve stopped crying and are only giving the occasional sniffle for your runny nose, he goes back to running his hand over your side. Itâs a gesture of comfort. Heâs not groping you, but even still, you blush at the vulnerability of it. You find yourself glad that youâre facing away from him.Â
The plane shifts noticeably, and Jamesâ hand pauses on your hip. âPilot said weâre landing soon,â he murmurs. âShould probably go and get pchelka up.â
You sniffle and fight off the urge of resurfacing tears at hearing him reference June. One day of knowing his daughter and already heâs got a nickname for her. You should be annoyed by that, but instead it just makes your heart squeeze with emotion. âPchelka,â you whisper, trying out the word.Â
âYeah.â He hums happily and kisses your shoulder one last time. âLittle bee. Come on. Letâs go.â
You donât think about how itâs far too soon to have arrived at your destination, until youâre back in the main room of the cabin on the way to where Steve disappeared with June, earlier. You pause at the windows, peering out at the landscape. âThis isnât Russia,â you say, confused. The plane is definitely descending, but youâve only been in the air for a few hours at most. âJames?â you ask, as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Together, you both look out at the looming mountains and turquoise waters below. âWhere are we?â you breathe.
James rests his chin on your shoulder and sighs happily. âHome,â he says. âWeâre home.â
A.N.: See? Much less Rapey! Plenty more mega-dub con to come though, so don't you angst-lovers worry. Thanks for reading!đSarah
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | knotting
pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader
warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.
word count | 859
an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!
imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 𤤠(nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick đ)
steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head đ
thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss đ
the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury
the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it đđ you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back
sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"
bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"
"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax
he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length
and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers
"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise
it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes
"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"
the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given
seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"
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Hearts Entangled
Summary: With the declining rate of omegas, alphas have become desperate, and betas are fighting back. In the midst of war, Y/N and her brother get separated and Y/N finds herself in trouble.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader x Alpha Steve
Warnings: Violence mentioned, Blood
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: Not betaâd. First time writing in the first person, but it suits the storytelling better this time around. What POV do you guys like best? Should I change the POV? Do I know where this is going? Absolutely not but let's go! Enjoy this from the vault.
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Chapter 1
The world slows when youâre dying. The mind struggles to grasp anything tangible. Staring up at the blur of blue and white, I knew I was slipping away, fading into nothing, just like my mother. Bitten by an alpha, she changed, presented as an alpha herself. My father put her down before she could turn feral. That sent Basil into a frenzy. He nearly killed our father. He would have if I wasnât in the room. It didnât matter if alphas and betas were at war. It didnât matter if our mother was the enemy; to us, she was just mom.
Basil might have aided the humans in the war if it hadnât been for our motherâs murder. His need for vengeance was too great. Omegas are a rarity nowadays. The news is a montage of horror, always reporting on how many alphas turned humans. Omegas were already a dying species, but with the war, so were the alphas. My brother feared if I was bitten, that our father would murder me as well. Basil always joked that I was like mom, stubborn. Maybe I should have listened to him when he told me to stay home. Maybe if I hadnât gone searching for him when he didnât come home last night, my hand wouldnât be sticky with my own blood.
A hiss followed by a low whine escaped my lips as my hand pressed into the wound on my side. I had to get home. What if Basil returned after I left? He would never know what happened to me; no one would. Well, no one except the guy who shot me.
SNAP.
My head rolled to the side, peering through the trees. Details were a blur, but I was able to make out blotches of color. I squinted my eyes, dirt and rocks stabbing my cheek, reminding me I wasnât dead yet. My chest heaved as the trees danced before me.
SNAP.
This time the noise was closer. Whatever was coming to finish me off didnât care about being caught. It wasnât like I could defend myself if I tried. I hoped it was just an animal or somehow my brother had magically found me; the sane part of my brain screamed that it was the person who shot me.
It was none of the above.
A warm hand settled on my shoulder. I could feel the heat seep through the sleeve of my crimson-stained t-shirt. Blinking slowly at the person crouched beside me, I wanted to speak, but my lips weren't moving. His were. Whatever he was saying, I couldn't make out. I was too stunned to attempt to read his lips, but I knew he was non-threatening. If he wanted to kill me, he wouldnât-
A shrill scream reverberated through the woods.
My chest burned from the inside out, and I knew that scream came from me. With slow movements, I gazed down at my stomach. One of the strangerâs hands sealed over my own. The other held my chin, blood coating both of his hands. I tried to follow the pink of his lips, to make sense of anything he was saying. I strained to focus on the yellow of his hair or the blue orbs observing my every move. In the end, my eyes flapped shut.
Searing pain dashed up my right arm drowning out any other pain. Just as quickly as it emerged, it evaporated. Suddenly my lungs were flooded with oxygen, my breath livelier than before. Fresh linen suffocated my nostrils. Had I died? The lids of my eyes tremored before springing open. For the first time, I could see him clearly. His slicked-back yellow hair paled into champagne. His slightly overgrown beard was several shades darker. His nostrils flared.
âOmega,â the man purred.
My eyes latched on his piercing stare. Amid his blue eyes were flecks of green. He was gorgeous. I was the first to break eye contact, my focus glued to my arm. Teeth marks tattooed on the inside of my wrist. Panic invaded all of my senses. Basilâs worst fears were coming true right before my eyes.
âYou were dying-â the man trailed off. âIt won't scar.â
âYou expect me to thank you?â I snarled.
He shook his head, running his dry, blood-stained fingers through his hair. âI wasnât trying to turn you. I was trying to lure the betas away. You got mixed in the crossfire.â
I wanted to ask if he had been the one to shoot me, but from what I could tell, he wasnât carrying a gun. His back straightened as he scanned the trees. I didnât see anything, but his body language turned alert. Danger was approaching.
âWhatâs your name?â
He stared down at me for a moment before responding, âSteve. Steve Rogers. You?â
I stretched my scarlet hand towards him. âY/N L/N. Thank you.â
Steve paused with a raised eyebrow, gently shaking my hand. âWe have to go. Youâve lost a lot of blood.â He didnât wait for an answer; Steve thrust my hands back against the hole in my side. âKeep pressure on the wound.â Then he was hoisting me up. Once again, my world was spinning. My head relaxed against his collarbone. The scent of fresh linen was more prominent but far from unpleasant. My muscles went limp, too relaxed to hold onto the man carrying me. Steve tensed, his grip tightening around my back and legs. A deep rumble ricocheted beneath my head, but I couldnât make out what Steve said. How much blood did I lose? A drop of liquid sprinted from my scalp to the collar of my t-shirt. With a shaky hand, I wiped the fluid from my forehead. It was clear. Was I sweating? My palm lazily rested against Steveâs chest in an attempt to ground myself. I would have retracted my hand had I been stronger. The heat radiating from his chest was scorching. It was then that I realized I was burning up. His name was on the tip of my tongue. I wasnât sure what I would say, but I hoped he would somehow understand. I never got to find out. His name never left my lips. My eyelids grew heavy, welcoming the darkness.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was blinded. A string of recessed lights hovered above me. Harsh blue lights beat down on my skin, reminding me of how my skin burned. I felt drenched, but this time, I was cool. Sinking my palms into the surface beneath me, I realized I was lying on a mattress. Sitting upright, something slipped from my arms. Reaching over the side of the bed, I hissed, pain radiating from my side.
âTake it easy,â a thick Russian accent uttered. âYou don't want to tear stitches.â
With a hand over my stitches, I scanned the room for the voice. When I came up empty, I panted, rolling myself onto my back.
âWhere am I?â
I jumped as a raven-haired woman suddenly appeared crouched beside the bed. Her piercing blue eyes were cold, unlike the man who saved me. Steve. Where was Steve?
âMedical wing,â the woman answered, plucking a damp cloth from the floor and dropping it on my arm. âKeep this on. It will stop fever.â
I blinked at the woman as she examined my wrist. She was tall and slender. Her jaw was as sharp as a razor, a stark contrast to her soft plump lips. Taking a deep breath, I was met with lavender. It was soothing yet sweet.
âYouâre an omega?â
She hummed, dropping my hand a bit harsher than necessary.
âWho are you? Whereâs Steve?â I croaked.
Her sharp eyes stared down at me with a lifted brow. She didnât seem to want to be here anymore than I did.
âYou talk a lot, no?â
Fuck this. I have to go home. I need to find Basil. Sitting up ignoring my groans of pain, I began yanking all of the damp rags from my skin. Itâs not like they could keep me here. The corners of the woman's lips twitched as she folded her arms across her chest and stepped back. She wasnât going to stop me. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet hit the black tile. A cramp shot through my abdomen, strong enough to bring me to my knees had I not been holding onto the bed. Sweat began to bead along my forehead. I was lightheaded. Not again.
Before I could faint, an arm swooped around my back, guiding me onto the bed. Once again, I was draped in rags.
âYouâre a stubborn little omega.â I would have snapped had it not been for the smile in the woman's tone. It reminded me of every time my brother had called me stubborn. In a way, it was soothing. âIâm Carla.â She paused, eyeing the shut door. âYou donât want to see that mutt right now. Youâre in heat. Happens when you present.â
âBut Steve-â
âIs mutt like rest of alphas around an omega, especially one in heat.â There was a bite in Carlaâs tone. âIf you want to leave, I won't stop you but trust me when I say you are better off here. Omegas are difficult to come by and you are already weak from gunshot. Youâll be claimed second you step out that door.â
My head reeled from all of the information. I wasnât oblivious to the alpha and omega lifestyles, but I never intended to partake in it. My eyes flickered to the mating gland along her neck. Sensing my stare, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder, concealing her gland. It was too late.
âYou havenât been claimed.â
The look in Carlaâs eyes was murderous, her words a warning, âMind your business, omega. You are patient, not me. I am helping you, not other way around. Remember that.â
I did. For the next week, while I was trapped in a delirious state, I relied on Carla. She was the only person to visit me in the medical room. It had been her delivering food or redressing my bandages. I began to crave her presence, but we rarely spoke. The observation I had made had struck a chord, a weak spot. Every time Carla entered the room, she appeared more on edge than the day before. I contemplated apologizing for bringing up what appeared to be a sore subject for her, but she didnât seem like the type to dwell on something like that.
When my heat was finally over, Carla left the door unlocked. Her speechless way of allowing visitors or letting me wander. I opted for the latter. After several twists and turns, I discovered a door leading outside. Careful not to pull my stitches, I sprinted out the door. After being trapped in a room for a week, I was desperate to feel the sun on my skin again. Standing in an open field, I spun around taking in everything. A few feet away was a forest. Was it the one I had been dying in? How far was I from home?
âHey, youâre up.â A shoulder bumped into my own. âHow are you feeling?â
Fresh linen.
A smile crept onto my lips, my neck craning up to Steve. âWell, Iâm alive.â
Steve nodded. âI can see that.â
âThank you again, for saving me. I would have died out there if you hadnât found me.â
Steve shook his head, his thumbs peeking from the pockets of his slacks. âYou almost died because of me. That bullet was meant for me.â
Turning back to the line of trees, I shrugged off his last statement. I needed to focus on the positive. I was alive. It didnât stop my curiosity from slipping into the front of my brain. âWhen you found me, you said you were drawing humans away.â
The man nodded, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. âA friend of mine, Bucky, went missing. I was out searching for him when I came across you.â
Steve stood there with a far-off look in his eyes. I hadn't missed the sadness that crossed his face. His eyes searched the horizon with a sense of urgency as if the person or object he was searching for was the most important thing in the world.
âYour friend,â I paused, side-eyeing him, âdid you find him?â
Steve shook his head, his eyes still trained on the forest. âYour arrival hasnât exactly permitted me to travel.â The tips of his ears dusted a shade of pink.
I blushed at the idea of sending a man like Steve Rogers into a rut. Surely, he was mated.
âSorry for leaving you with Carla. We don't have many omegas here. I can't imagine she was cordial the entire time.â
Remembering Carlaâs comment, I gently rested a hand on Steveâs bicep. My hand dwarfed in comparison to the muscle beneath my hand. Steveâs head snapped in my direction.
âOmegas are rare, but she isnât mated,â I pointed out.
Peaking over his shoulder toward the door, Steve released a deep exhale. âHer true mate rejected their bond. By the time she had found him, he already had a family. Didnât want to break up the only family his pups knew.â
My hand slipped from his bicep as guilt washed over me. My head drooped to stare at the ground. Had I known, I wouldnât have said anything to her about being unclaimed. It was a personal topic. Suddenly, a feather-light touch seized my chin, dragging my head upwards. My eyes locked on Steveâs deep blue orbs instantly.
âDonât worry, she found another mate. One who wants her. My friend Bucky.â
âThe one who is missing,â I asked, but I already knew the answer. No wonder Carla was on edge. Her mate was missing. Yet, I couldnât help but think back to her smooth mating gland. Her mate had yet to claim her.
Steve nodded.
Subconsciously, I ran a hand along my mating gland. âAnd where is your mate?â
Steve released my chin as if I had burned him. His gaze returned to the trees. I should have learned my lesson from Carla. I should have minded my business, but I needed to know.
âMy true mate,â Steve began, surprising me. I didnât think he would answer. I followed his line of sight, giving him a sense of privacy, but my ears remained open. Steve continued, âwas Peggy. She tried to put an end to the war. Sheâs dead now.â
There it was. I had once again managed to put my foot in my mouth. âI'm sorry.â I didnât know what else to say. I hadnât known the pain of losing a true mate, but I knew love and I knew loss. It couldnât be much different.
The atmosphere grew still as Steve lapsed into a prolonged silence. The only sound was the rustling of the leaves in the light breeze. His face turned skyward, allowing his long eyelashes to kiss his high cheekbones for a split second. Then his hand intertwined with mine, pulling me down to sit beside him in the grass.
âWhat were you doing in the woods when I found you?â
I had to bite my tongue from saying I was dying. It wasnât appropriate after he opened up about his true mate. He was trying to change the subject, so I was honest. I pressed my chin to my chest, plucking at the grass beside me. âI was looking for my brother. I have to find him.â
A painful smile graced Steveâs lips. âI guess we're both looking for someone.â
While the statement was innocent, there was a longing in the way he said it. We both needed a mate.
âYeah, I guess we are,â I whispered.
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fic rec 16!
SO! i havenât been reading fic in a long time bc iâve been reading books BUT, discovered this fic rec in my drafts from 2022 lol oops!
This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more Iâve reblogged on this page. :)
PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A
Bucky x reader:
A Correspondence of Obligations by @pellucid-constellations prince!Bucky x princess!reader
â Obedience, duty, pristine smilesâraised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.â
Sky Full of Song by @wkemeup pirate!Bucky x pirate/siren!reader
âDespite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnesâ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.â
Starting Gate by @navybrat817 motocross!Bucky x reader
âYou attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps.â
Oath by @softlybarnes (part of the Sugar series but can be reader alone) 40s Bucky x reader
âBucky finally proposes to Y/N.â
Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlanddâ Bucky x reader (Zombie apocalypse au)
âItâs been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing youâve learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. Heâs been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you arenât telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and youâre put at risk, heâll stop at nothing to keep you safe.â
No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain college athlete!Bucky x reader
âYouâve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the teamâs spectacular running back. You donât care very much for your universityâs football team; you just canât understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.â
Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy Bucky x reader
âbucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.â
Recipe for Disaster by @seventven dadâs best friend!Bucky x reader
âyour dadâs best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacationâ
In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader
âBucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brotherâs best friend. The guy youâve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, thatâs what you always thought). Itâs been about a decade since youâve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that youâd spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now youâre back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasnât changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and thereâs no running from him this time.â
Love in Four Acts by @chouettedubois neighbor MCU Bucky x nurse!reader
âYouâre a nurse living in Brooklyn. Youâve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesnât seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. Thatâs when you learn that heâs James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isnât as far-fetched as it sounds.â
Plaything part one + two by @captain-buckyyy virgin!Bucky x reader
âbuckyâs innocence is just too much for you to resistâ
calamitous love series by @classylo princess!reader x commoner!bucky
âReader is a modern princess under immense pressure to marry before she takes the crown, she choose her Prince Charming four years ago⌠but he didnât choose her back. He left her with a broken heart and her kingdom to rule alone. Four years later, reader is in an arranged engagement with a man who she can see herself loving⌠one day⌠everything seems to be falling into place until her original prince shows up at her engagement party determined to win her back before her wedding day.â
Not Even a Little by @intrepidacious roommate!Bucky x reader, modern au
âThe problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why itâs a bad idea. And you have.â
Followed You by @cwbucky Bucky x reader
âYou meet this guy named Bucky through Instagram. Even though neither of you knows what the other person looks like, you two immediately connect. Things get complicated when you start your new job at Stark Industries and you catch a glimpse of the handsome Sergeant Barnes.â
Matched by @nony-bear Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader
âBucky Barnes always dreamed of settling down with a mate but after decades of trauma leaving him a grumpy old man with a robotic arm heâs convinced no one could love an alpha like him. Begrudgingly he follows his therapist advice and enrolls in the Swan Program a mate matching program offered but the new aged bio-tech company Mate-Techâ
Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic trainer!Bucky x plus size!reader
âYouâre determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are.â
King in Your Story by @sinner-as-saint viking!Bucky x princess!reader
âEveryone in your fatherâs Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castleâs warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldnât fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.â
Oh Baby, Oh Baby by @tooearlyforthis Bucky x reader
âAs a new recruit, y/n isnât allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.â
Before You by @m4tthewmurd0ck prince!Bucky x baker!reader
reader is a baker who happens to work at a shop the royals enjoy getting baked goods from :)
Steve Rogers x reader:
Rising Tide by @pellucid-constellations surfer!Steve x reader
âA relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memoriesâmost best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the darkâ
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Rawhide
Ch 14: Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginningâs End.
Summary:Â The dust settles after the battle and finally, you get to return to Avengers Ranch at Stark Wood.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) talk of injuryâŚlanguageâŚ
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCs that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Please comment, like and reblog.
W/C 5.5k ish
A/N: So here it is, the final chapter. Thank you to everyone whoâs read and supported this series, and to my beta @spectre-posts
There will be an epilogue at some point, but for now we leave out Alpha Steve and his Omega to their happy ever after. This has been fun to write, I hope you all enjoy
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Chapter 13
You know those scenes in movies? The ones that come at the end of a heroic showdown, or battle. Thereâs silence, and then the rain starts, or the clouds clear. And the heroes stand there, bloodied and bruised, wiping the filth off their faces whilst some cheesy, melancholy yet rousing overture plays in the background.
Well, the reality is somewhat different.
There was no music, no heroes in fact. Just those who remained from both Shield and Hydra, stood in a silent cease fire. All around you, the wounded were being tended to by Medics, Natasha included.
Hydra factions were approaching Shield ones, their hands were up in surrender in most cases. But some held out a single hand, extended in front of them in displays of amicable concession, ready to shake.
It was surreal, you really couldnât grasp how two factions that had been so bloody and violently opposed to one another could now be working together the way they were, but then, you guessed such was the nature of war.
It made all the bloodshed even more pointless in your eyes, but it was exactly as Steve had said; whilst Shield and Hydra existed, so would the divide.
Simply telling someone their opinions were wrong would never work, a person has to be given the opportunity to explain, to understand, to debate. A chance to see reason and logic, and not just stubbornly believe that they were the only ones with a valid point to make.
And that was what had been lacking from the whole Shield/Hydra set up from the start. The Civil War hadnât solved anything, it had simply pushed Hydra and Shield even further apart, which had come at a heavy cost to people like you.
Now, you hoped, that would change.
âY/NâŚâ Steveâs voice cut through your thoughts loud and clear. You turned your face to look at your Alpha, and his eyes locked on to yours. âItâs okayâŚitâs over.â Then you realised his lips werenât moving. His hand was pressed to the mark on his neck. âAre you hurt?â
As you watched, you raised your own, shaking fingers pressing to the intricate gold infinity loops. âIâm fine AlphaâŚâ
With a nod, he dropped his hand and held it out for you to take. As Steve pulled you to him, you felt something cold and wet drip onto your head.
It was starting to rain.
You turned your face to the sky and closed your eyes.
*****
In the hours following the battle, Steve was bustled off to an emergency WSC meeting with Tony and Fury. As you waited for them to return, youâd taken up seat with the rest of the team in Natashaâs hospital room as she led there having been patched up. The doctors hadnât been too pleased about the blatant flaunting of the 2 visitors at a time rule, not to mention the fact that youâd refused to leave Commando outsideâŚbut one look at Bruceâs angry face had made them back off.
âAre you ever not eating?â Sam looked at Peter, who was sprawled in one of the chairs, his arm in a cast whilst the other was stuffing his face with potato chips from a bag which sat on his lap.
âHeâs a growing boy.â Bucky teased, his bruised face breaking into a teasing grin, âaint that right?â
âHey, I saved your ass out there.â Peter pointed at him, âif I hadnât tangled that dude up in my ropes and slingers, heâd have shot you straight in the back of your head. You got sloppy, stopped watching your 6.â
The room fell silent, before Cling roared with laughter. âHe has you there, Buckaroo!â
âPiss off.â
âNow now, no need to resort to that kind of languageâŚâ Natasha snorted.
âYou know, if you werenât already in a hospital bedâŚâ Bucky glared at her.
âYouâd do what?â She scoffed.
You smiled to yourself, simply listening and watching as your friends exchanged well natured insults and teasing. You felt a large hand softly rest on your shoulder and you turned with a smile to look up at Thor.
âAre you okay, little bird?â
âI...yeah. As okay as I can be, I mean, I shot my brotherâŚâ
âOh, Iâve lost count of the amount of times my brother has shot or stabbed me.â Thor waved his hand. âYour brother only has himself to blame. He was offered a way out, but he couldnât let go of his pride or beliefs.â
âHeâs always been a stubborn asshole.â You gave a wry little smile, âjust like my father.â
âYes, and just as my father predicted, it was that same stubborn line of thinking which brought Hydra to their knees. You were ready to sacrifice yourself for your mate, and still Hydra didnât see that as an act of bravery on your part, but a sign of weakness on the part of your Alpha.â Thor took a deep breath, his hand running through his dirty hair. âMaybe now they can start to understand that tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.â
âYou sound like Al CaponeâŚâ You shook your head.
âWho?
ââDonât mistake my kindness for weaknessâ, seriously? You donâtâŚâ you snorted and then shook your head. âit doesnâtâŚnot important.â
âWell, indeed.â Thor merely raised his eyebrow as he nodded. âThat was your brother and Rumlowâs biggest mistake. The underestimated you, when Iâm fact, you are stronger than many Alphaâs I know. Stronger than me, stronger than SteveâŚand their inability to understand this, is what led us here.â
You looked at Thor, blinking as you swallowed. âI donâtâŚI doubt thatâŚâ
âYou doubt it? Do you think that Steve would have the strength to kill Bucky, should he have needed to?â
âIâŚâ
âAnd I can tell you know, for all the times me and Loki have fought, Iâve never tried to kill him.â
You swallowed. âIâŚI didnât set off wanting to kill him, I justâŚit would never have ended. And I was so angryâŚI hated himâŚI still do. I donât care heâs dead.â
Thor smiled, and shrugged, âand no one will or can blame you for having those feelings, but I leave you with this thought. If you were so weak, Omega, do you think you���d be able to sit here as you are now, admitting to those feelings? Admitting that you donât harbour any guilt at all over your own brotherâs death? Omegaâs can be as strong as Alphaâs, if not stronger when it comes to the protection of their so called pack.â
You blinked, but before you could reply the door opened and Steveâs huge frame filled the doorway. Behind him, you could hear Tony arguing with a nurse.
âYeah, and my money is paying for all this, so if I want to hold a disco in this room I willâŚâ He pushed past Steve into the room, and looked round. âWell, this looks like fun. Can anyone join?â
Natasha rolled her eyes, âif I pretend to be dead will you go home, Shell Head?â
As Tony bit back with some smart ass quip, your eyes flicked to Steve. His face was bruised, nose a little misshapen. His lip was split, as was his left eyebrow, all evidence from the battle and the blows heâd taken from Rumlow.
He was also favouring his right side, his left leg having been stabbed by the knife Rumlow had been fighting with.
Your feet moved slowly toward him without thought. Your head tilted just a bit as your eyes looked over the battered features of his face. Ever so gently, your hand lifted to his bearded cheek. He sighed, his eyes closed as he leaned into your palm, with the air of a dog seeking out touch and comfort. âI will, Mega, once we get home.â
âHome? As inâŚâ
âThe ranch, yeah.â
The ranch, it sounded so pleasant coming off his lips. Youâd missed it. The feel of it, the way it enveloped you like a den, your little nest by the window. You were desperate to feel that warmth, the feeling of 'home'.
âSo, SteveâŚ.â Bucky spoke and Steve looked over, âwhatâs happening now? What did the WSC say?â
âJust what we all agreed on. Shield and Hydra, both go. Well, go in the sense that they canât be segregated in the way they are.â Steve took a deep breath, âso the WSC agreed to a joint Congress. Reps from both factions to be elected, democratically. And there will be a number of Constitutional laws past, which make Omega rights basic human rights across every state in the country. That means that even states which end up with a âredâ representative will have to abide by them.â
The details made a breath in your chest hitch quietly, but Steve sensed it. His eyes flicked to yours and he noted that little quiver in your lip.
âItâsâŚitâs what should have happened last time,â Sam shook his head, âinstead of carving up our country and leaving red and blue to police their own states, the WSC should have been braver and we should have listened to each other. Maybe if weâd done that instead of feeling a desperate need to contain the threat as opposed to listen and reason, Rumlow would never have gained the support he did.â
There was silence as everyone took the news in, before chatter turned to what was going to need to happen next. But, after fifteen or so minutes, you saw Steve shift uncomfortably, and that was when you gently touched your mark.
âHomeâŚâ
He turned to you and nodded.
****
âMan, I need a shower.â Steve groaned as you headed inside, the smell of home overwhelming you.
âPlastic wrap.â You smiled softly.
âHuh?â
âTo stop the sutures in your leg getting wet. Trust me, it worksâŚâ
By the time youâd located it, he was upstairs; a trail of gear and tactical uniform pieces showed you the way.
The shower was running and you watched as Steve stood, his upper body bruised and battered, just like his face. Your eyes scanned down, following that strip of hair which trailed all the way from his chest right down over his Adonis belt, to the thick, wirey patch between his legs.
You kept going, over his toned upper thighs, your eyes stopping at the left one, a clean white bandage wrapped securely around it.
"You gonna let me wrap that up?"
âDo I have a choice?â His voice carried an air of amusement
"Nope." You tore off a piece of plastic wrap and squatted down to secure it over the bandage and around this thigh. Steve simply watched you as you wrapped his leg and then stood. "Time to get the grime off."
âWould now also be the time to suddenly give into the pain Iâm in and ask you to come help?â Steve whispered. He swallowed, and as you looked into his eyes you could see he wasnât joking. His mask was slipping. âIâm too old for this shit."
âOh, Alpha.â You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, fingers sliding into his beard. The steam from the shower filled the farmhouse bathroom. The mirrors were fogged up and the air grew thick. âlemme take care of you.â
He nodded, and then merely watched as you stripped from your own filthy clothes and held out your hand.
It was a complete role reversal, you moving Steve into position with a wordless command. And he simply happy to acquiesce as you guided him under the warm spray.
But was it really? Was it a true role reversal? Or was it just that being with Steve allowed you to be a full Omega. Your caring nature, the desire to nurture and love were not only needed here, but wanted and appreciated. They werenât just traits that were taken for granted, to be used and abused.
You started with the soap and sponge, building a lather that was thick and sudsy. Your delicate touch held his hand in your free one while you held him still to wash his arm. The lather began to turn from white to gray as you scrubbed away the dirt and grime from his wrist and up toward his shoulder. You gently turned and twisted his arm, by way of your locked hands, to clean his skin. Then you moved up and across his shoulders to the other arm, paying careful mind of the cuts and stitchless wounds that littered his skin.
The colors of war washed down your body with the pooling water at your feet. Down the drain went blood and mud, sweat and tears. Your hands roamed softly over Steve's back before you brought the sponge and your own body around to his front.
Gently, the sponge in your hand cleaned away his face, those striking blue eyes of his entranced by your movements. You slid it down the side of his neck, over the curl of his shoulder.
"I love you," you whispered.
Steve smiled, his eyes blinking slowly. âI love you too, MegaâŚâ
"Kiss me, Alpha."
With a soft sigh, he leaned down, his lips pressing to yours gently.
Your hands gently cupped his bearded cheeks and held him there. As your tongue slipped over his lips, you heard him whimper a little. It was a sound youâd never heard from an Alpha before.
You tipped your self forward on your toes and deepened the kiss. Your fingers slid through his beard and into his hair as you steadied yourself.
His hands softly slid from your hips to your back, splaying across your skin.
You forearm pressed against his neck, just at your bonding mark without intending to. You felt him shiver, a spark flowing through the pair of you. You could hear his thoughts, a jumble of arousal, relief but also fearâŚand guilt.
You pulled back just a little, "tell me, Steve."
âYouâŚI almost lost you. I let him get the better of me and you had toâŚhad to step in.â
You bumped your nose with his, "I'm right here....safe. Because of you." You spoke softly, assuringly, your eyes closed.
He shook his head, ânoâŚyou saved me. Youâre the reason weâre here. YouâŚyour courage and your brains. Not me. You came up with the plan. YouâŚâ he swallowed and dropped his chin , âI failed you.â
"Steve Rogers, you look at me right now," you pulled back. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again. Ever!" you weren't shouting or raising your voice. In fact, your voice was filled with emotion, sad emotions because he felt that way. Your eyes were misty as you bore into his.
âIâm your Alpha. I should be able to keep you safeâŚthatâs twice now I didnâtâŚâ
"I don't fault you for it, and I never will. I, we came out on the other side of it." You kissed his lips, "and we came out of it together."
Steve took a deep, shaky breath as you looked up at him. âI love you, Steve. My alphaâŚâ
"Omega....my omega."
You purred a little and moved back, your nose nudging at the mark on his neck, inhaling the scent over his mating gland.
"I wanna love on you, Alpha," you speak against his neck.
Steve swallowed, the tendons and muscles in his neck tensing as he gave a slow nod, and then he bowed his head in submission.
âIâm yours, OmegaâŚâ
You were gentle with your hands, dragging your fingers down his neck and over his shoulders. You did this while you kissed him, your tongue slowly, softly exploring his mouth.
Your hands moved down over his chest and his abs. One rest agaisnt the lower indent of his Adonis while your other gently took his cock.
He gave a grunt, his arm moving from your back and he planted his palm against the cool tiles just to the side of your head.
You stroked him, giving him a twist as you slowly dragged your hand up and down his shaft. His jaw was slack, forehead pressed to yours, eyes still open.
You glanced up at him and bit your lip. You could see him releasing control but there was something in that stare that showed you his Alpha side was pacing.
"You're holding back," you smirked. But your wrist picked up the pace and your palm grew a little tighter.
âYeahâŚbecause youâŚâ he grunted a little, âwanted control.â
"And I've got it," you turned your neck presses your lips into his wrist before dropping to your knees.
âYeahâŚâ the hand that wasnât resting against the wall slipped into your hair, âyou doâŚâ
Your lips wrapped around his tip and your throat opened around his length as you swallowed him. Slowly, you drew back and forth against him.
His head dropped forward, eyes flickering shut as his soft noises of satisfaction filled your ears.
Your hands settled on his thighs, careful to avoid the bandage as you slowly increased your speed and hollowed your cheeks.
Not only could you hear him, you could feel him. The tension and his raft of emotions were clearing, you could sense it.
You kept up, taking care of his needs, his desires.
You knew heâd given in completely, when his hips started to slowly move in time with your actions.
You hummed around him. It was instinct and lust that took over.
His hand tightened slightly in your hair, but his hips didnât pick up any more pace. He was letting you control, as much as he could.
You pulled off and switched to your hand, the pressure and rhythm not ceasing from your mouth.
Steveâs breathing was fast and shallow, you could feel him twitching in your palm,
"It's okay, Alpha. Let go."
With a low growl, his hips began to rut forward as he fucked your hand.
"Thassit, Steve..."
âFuck, Y/NâŚâ
"Let go, Alpha, you want to. Nice and easy, baby..."
His ruts became a little quicker, and you tightened your grip. Your eyes flicked up as Steveâs looked down and you could see the wanton heat he was feelin inside reflected in his expression.
His hips stuttered, and with a choke and a little whimper you felt him pulse in your palm, his warm seed mixing with the water as it trickled down your arm.
The Alpha in him growled but the Steve in him dropped his forehead to the tile as his knees gave way. But he managed to keep himself upright as you slowly got to your feet.
Your lips tenderly kissed his, still providing the soft care you sensed he needed.
âSweetheartâŚâ
"Yeah?"
âAs much as Iâd love to, I donât think my leg could take me railing you against the wall.â
Your clean hand ran through his wet hair, tucking a bit back behind his ear. "It's okay, I'm okay. This isn't about me, Steve."
You cleaned him up and cleaned yourself up, standing by to help him out of the shower incase that stabbed leg faltered.
âDo you need to eat?â You asked as you both made your way to the bedroom wrapped in towels
"I could. It's been...been a long few days," he sighed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I'm fucking exhausted."
You grabbed a clean set of clothes for him and checked his bandage after the saran wrap and it was fairly dry. "Can you manage getting dressed?"
âIâll be fine, Iâve had worse. Trust me.â He smiled, his hand reaching to scratch commandoâs head as the large dog laid it on his knee.
You bent at your waist and pressed your lips to his damp forehead. Then, with a smile you left him and headed for the kitchen.
Whilst you and Steve hadnât been back to the ranch for a fortnight or so now, the other guys had. More so to make sure the livestock were okay and that no one had been in the house. But right now, you were simply grateful that meant your kitchen and fridge were stocked with the basics you needed. Milk, eggs, butter, yoghurts and some cheese sat in the refrigerator and your pantry was still stocked.
It wasnât long before Steve smelled the delicious aromas and slowly brought himself downstairs, his trusty pup at his heel in support. A warm feeling spread through his chest as he saw you at the stove, stirring something in a pan.
He didnât think heâd ever tire of this, seeing you happy, safe, in your shared home.
Youâd made tomato soup, grilled cheese, and a bag of frozen fries which youâd tossed in a little rosemary and sea salt to give them a little bite.
Neither of you talked much as you wolfed your food down, and when through, neither of you took much convincing to head up to bed.
The weight of the past few weeks hadn't settled within you. You knew it was over, the battle, the war.
Your brother.
But it felt as if you were still in it. As you pulled back the bedding, you scoffed a bit. This was too normal, too routine. It was just odd. Your heart and your instinct pulled you to care for Steve and his needs. You blocked the rest out.
With a groan, Steve sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his hands through his hair.
"Are you alright?" You asked with a soft worry.
âYeahâŚâ he assured you, as he gently shuffled between the covers.
"Okay," you whispered and did the same.
Steve rolled to his side and looked at you. âI love you.â
You turned your head and gazed back, "I love you, too."
His fingers trailed down your neck. You moved over to him, your own hand reaching out to thread your fingers through his beard.
His eyes fluttered closed and a sigh escaped his nose. "You're worried," he spoke softly. "I can feel it."
âAbout you.â
He sighed, "'Mega...."
âI know. I canât help it.â
"It's over, sweetheart. It's all over."
The implications of what he said suddenly started to sink in. âI guessâŚyeahâŚâ
And then the tears came.
You sobbed until there was nothing left in you. A shuddering to your chest.
Steve kissed your head and pulled back to look down at you. Your face was wet from your salty tears, your eyes swollen.
His hands moved to swipe the tears from under your eyes.
âI could've lost you. I...everything, I..."
âBut you didnât. And weâre here. Yes, thereâs a bit of a way to go but, well, I have this feeling. This time itâs done.â
You could only nod as Steve took a deep breath. âwe move on. No more fighting. AndâŚâ he moved and slowly rolled you into your back, âweâŚbuild our life, our home, our future.â
"I think I like that idea.â
"Well, I'm glad you do." Steve chuckled "because you feature quite heavily in all of it."
You smirked, "how so?"
"Well, "Steve kissed down your neck to your collarbone "I mean we are bonded. For life. It's a soul bond. You couldn't leave now even if you wanted to."
You stretched your neck, "a rarity at best. But I don't want to leave."
âGood.â He kissed across the dip of your throat. âThen youâll have no objections to marrying me.â
You stilled, "Steve...."
âYeahâŚ.â
"Did... Marry you?"
âMmmhmmm. I meanâŚâ he moved and propped himself up to look at you, âtechnically we donât need to. Weâre bonded. Thatâs the main thing, butâŚIâd like you to, if you want.â
"I...yes," you gasped as you read the look on his face.
âYeah?â His mouth curled into a smile.
"Yes," you nodded with a smile of your own.
You whimpered as he kissed you, your hands carding through his beard and to the back of his neck, cradling his head.
âThereâsâŚsomething else I wanna do.â You whispered against his mouth.
"What's that, baby?"
âIâŚI wanna go back to Texas. Once the dust has settled and, well, the WSC have done whatever theyâre gonnaâŚâ
Steve blinked. âOkay, thatâsâŚâ
âJust to visit.â You swallowed, âmy mamas grave is there andâŚâ you looked down a little, avoiding his eyes, âColinâs will be somewhere. I left so fast, I never got to say goodbye, and thank him for what he did. I know itâs stupid, they ainât really gonna be thereâŚbutâŚâ
"Hey," he sat up a little more, his weight on his good knee and elbows, "we can do whatever you want. Whatever it is."
âThank you.â
"There's no need to thank me," he blinked. "I'll spend the last of our days giving you everything you deserve."
Your eyes filled and Steve softly kissed the tip of your nose. âNowâŚI said I didnât think I could love on you in the showerâŚbut I think I could manage it just fine here, dollâŚâ
"Okay," you whispered with a small sniffle. "I'm yours."
âI knowâŚâ his nose nudged at your bonding mark, scenting your gland.
You inhaled and you preened, elongating your neck as the tip of his nose moved along your tendon. His tongue then traced the line of the golden infinity loops, making you whimper as it sent jolts through your body.
Your hands curled back around his neck as he did it again and a third time.
âSteveâŚâ
"Sweetheart...."
âNeed youâŚâ
âIâve got you, baby. Always.â
And he did.
It felt like no time at all before he had you both out of your sleep wear, when in fact Steve took his time, undressing you slowly and gently. It was like youâd been in a trance, simply allowing him to caress and love on you.
It felt good, damn good. A sensual relief that had been building in you for some time.
He made you cum twice with his mouth, and when he finally crawled back over you, slotting his hips between yours, you were more than ready to feel him.
You gasped and sighed as he stretched you. Steve made you feel full and satiated just from the simple action alone. His hands slid up to find yours, fingers laced together as he gently pressed them to the pillow at either side of your head.
It was breathy, your connecting bodies were punctured with sighs, whimpers and quiet moans. Your words were soft and whispered. His eyes never truly left yours. This was an Alpha loving on his Omega in every pure form.
His thrusts were slow, deep. Your hips rolling together, your body sliding up the bed as he moved in and over hou.
You were holding out, enjoying the feel of him consuming every part of you. His scent, it settled you, his warmth comforted you. His phsycial being weighed you down like a secure blanket. The taste of his tongue on yours was encompassing and delightful.
Both of you could sense the other was holding out, you could feel Steveâs self control almost thrumming around his chest and limbs.
You nuzzled his bonding mark, "together, Alpha."
He groaned and managed a breathy nod, his head moving so he could see your eyes again.
âLet go, Steve..."
He gave a low, rumbling growl and then you saw it, that flash of gold round his beautiful blue irises.
You reacted instantly, your body tightening arou d him, curling into him, your own eyes streaking that reflective gold. The connection, the bond, ignited between you and your souls connected in one universe. A galaxy surrounded your vision and it was just you, and just Steve. United.
His forehead pressed to yours as you trembled beneath him, your hands tightening in his.
You whimpered in his ear. The exhale through your nose fanning his skin. The aura grew bright and then it faded as the warmth of your release blended with his.
For a while you both lay there. Whilst he wasnât knotted, neither of you wanted to move.
He never pulled out, never pulled away. Rather, when his senses came too and his vision returned, his arms released yours. Then those built and strong arms wrapped around you. With a nudge to his left, he rolled so you were on his chest as he lay in his back.
You sighed happily, and snuggled into him, your head tucked under his chin.
And as you lay there in his arms, the darkness of the room was comforting.
âWe can go for a ride tomorrow.â Steveâs deep voice spoke, breaking the silence. âTake the horses up to the hill. Just you and me.â
âAnd Commando,â you moved and pressed a kiss to Steveâs chest, just above his tattoo.
âAnd Commando,â he chuckled, kissing your head.
You closed your eyes, a contented smile on your lips. And then, for the first time in weeks you heard the barn owl that lived in the rafters, high about the stacked haybales screeching outside.
His arms tightened just a little as you both lay there, sated, safe and satisfied..
Alpha and Omega.
Soul mates, lovers, partners, equals.
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Summary: A lone omega was on the run from a ruthless alpha. Running was all she knew until she bumped to two certain alphas that would change her life forever. Crazy things happen to her once she realizes that they are her mate. Two mates. How will she able to cope?
Characters: Omega!Fem!reader , Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Bucky Barnes (James Barnes)
genre: omegaverse au, alternative au, love, humor, angst, comfort, yandere
warning: self harm, suicide, dark past, trauma, insecure thoughts
notes: i'm so glad you all really liked the prologue hehe i was so shocked at how many messages i got. you guys are amazing and I'm glad you guys like it so much. Here's the first part which isn't much but it'll soon get better. :) hope you like this. feedback is appreciated! thank you again!
It was black.
Pitch black.
Nothing was to be seen from miles away.
[Y/N] ran as far as her legs could go. Even with the darkness, she forced herself to keep on moving. She wouldn't stop. She couldn't. She wanted to turn into her wolf form but she couldn't. She panicked as she kept moving.
She wondered why.
Why was she here? Why was it so dark? Where was she?
She was focusing on her running that she couldn't focus on her change form. Her breaths came out rapidly and loud as she couldn't control her breathing from all the running she had done. She didnât know why she felt so weak. Normally, she would last hours running but now she could barely catch her breath. It felt like she was running for hours. She then turned back to see nothing but darkness getting closer to her which scared her more.
Pitch black.
She didn't know why she was running away or from who but she had that gut feeling telling her to keep moving. She had to. There must be a reason why she was here. She slowly started to slow down as she felt her legs giving out. She fell to the ground as she started to take deep breaths so she can breathe again. Calming down her heartbeat since it was beating rapidly. She sighed as she leaned against a tree big enough to hide her entire body which was a mistake as she started to hear voices around her.
Multiple voices that she's never heard before.
She gasped as she looked around, expecting for someone to come out and laugh at her, revealing all this to be a joke like some alphas from the past that would do it to her all the time; but nothing came which scared her even more.
The waiting. The anxiety was killing her slowly.
She suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from her chest, placing her hand where she felt the pain. She slowly looked down, seeing blood dripping everywhere. Her blood. Her eyes widen as she opened her mouth to yell for help.
But she couldn't.
It was like she couldn't speak.
Like her vocal cords were ripped out of her throats.
Then, she heard those voices again.
"You're nothing but a weak omega!"
"You're just weak. Trash to everyone!"
"Just die already!"
Those words that always have made her heart hurt more than everything. She never showed her weakness to anyone but she felt her heart break each time.
Those words that haunt her everyday since she could remember.
Until she heard that voice. His voice.
"[Y/N]âŚ"
She heard it clearly yet it sounded so far away that she hardly heard it over the other voices. She closed her eyes slowly as she felt the cold ground against her back as she soon blacked out. Still hearing someone calling her name but she couldn't open her eyes. She was slowly dying.
[Y/N] gasped loudly as she sat up and looked around, seeing herself in the middle of a street. She gripped her head as it felt like a pile of bricks fell on her until she heard a loud honk coming from her right. She slowly turned to see a few cars coming her way. Her eyes widen as she quickly got up from her feet and ran away as she heard a few curse words coming from behind her. She ran towards a dark alley and fell on her knees as she couldnât feel her legs. She felt drips of sweat crawling down of her face as fear was written all over her face. She doesnât remember anything. Nothing at how she got here. In this city. She was about to get up until she felt a sting feeling coming from her chest.
It was time.Â
It was heat season.Â
The worst time of the year that she hated so much.Â
After all, she was an unmarked omega.Â
Every year it would get stronger and more aggressive that she could hardly bear with it but she managed with it. Sadly, she had to stay away from anyone, hide that way she wouldn't be able to attack anyone or the other way around. The heat was something so vicious and it could turn the innocent to monsters.Â
She crawled back until her back was leaning against the brick walls as she tried to calm her breathing. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest but she knew that it'll be over soon. She just had to stay hidden and away from everyone, especially Alphas. She didn't know how long she'll be able to manage since she was in New York. In the place filled with all sorts of people. It was the worst time for her to be on heat. She leaned her head back as she closed her eyes and tried to ease her mind and heart. She slowly calmed her body as she fell into a deep slumber.
Yet, who would ever want someone like her?Â
Somewhere out of the city
Tossing and turning, sweat dripping all over his body. Words mumbling out of his mouth as the dream was taking over. He had been like this several night. Ever since he started having these dreams of this woman. This woman that he didn't know at all, but he kept dreaming about her.
Her running away from him.
The more he calls for her. The more far she goes.
It makes his wolf howl for her.
Bucky can't stand it. He needed to see her. To be close to her.
"STOP!" He screamed out as he sat up on his bed, breathing heavily as he looked around to see himself in his room once again.
He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his face that was filled with sweat.
It has been several days since he had been having the same dream. The same person every time. It always ended the same too.
Once he would reach her, she was gone. Vanished like she didn't exist at all.
It would make his chest hurt so much that he just wanted to rip out his heart out to stop all the pain. The disappointment.
He leaned back down as he tried to calm himself down. He turned to the side to find the other side of bed empty where usually Steve would sleep. He sighed as he figured that he must of been called for a mission. He was always out helping everyone unlike him that was still trying to deal with everything that has been happening to him. The nightmares. The triggers that would take him back to the past. His horrible past that he just wanted to erase. Now with these dreams, he felt like he was going even more insane. He had the urge to just go out and find their scent.
Their scent filled with strawberries. Sweet strawberries.
It made his mouth watery just by the thought but he shook his head. After everything he has done, he didn't deserve a mate. No one. He felt out of place, but his friends; Steve and Sam would always help him out.
Mostly Steve since he was his mate.
Sam would annoy him and he'd do the same back to him which would always be a rowdy argument.
With them by his side, the cold walls became warm and welcoming.
Even with the missions he would go to weren't helping him at all. There would be times where something would trigger him and he'd black out and remembering what he used to do back with HYDRA.
Steve noticed right away and would help him out of it, but there was times that it wasn't enough.
He knew that now he couldn't go back to sleep. Too much adrenaline and thoughts going thru his head. He got out of bed and walked to his balcony for some fresh air. He has been doing it ever since the dreams happened. Stayed up all night, trying to forget about her.
The woman that has made his wolf and himself go crazy.
"Who are you?" He whispered as he looked up at the dark sky with stars shining dimly back at him. "Where are you? Why can't I ever catch you?"
Everywhere he looked, he would see mates happily living their lives which he wanted. Just wanted to be normal with a mate, living normally like everyone else yet at the same time he didn't. He knew he didn't deserve that life. He was a killer, well used to be.
He was broken and nobody wanted a mate like him, right?
But he wasn't the only one that was suffering with these dreams. Steve as well.
Steve was up in a hotel in Washington after finishing his mission, he decided to stay the night and leave early morning for NYC to see Bucky. He was concerned for him. He worried for his friend and mate. He knew everything Bucky went through and he was there when Bucky laid it all for him. He didn't judge him at all since he couldn't understand the pain he was going thru.
Yet, he was by his side no matter what.
Nothing would change that. He was his mate after all.
They had been mates ever since they were little and the time that they were apart was torture for them. When they met once again, they were so happy to find each other again. So happy yet they still felt incomplete.
Like something was missing. More like someone.
He felt the same as Bucky, not being worthy of being someone else's mate. He felt like he didn't deserve it.
He didn't deserve a mate.
Didn't deserve that woman in his dreams as well.
The strawberry scent filled his nose and his wolf would howl in joy. He didn't understand whom this person was.
Why he had this effect just by the thought of her?
He sighed as he looked outside of his window as he wondered if that woman was real or just a figure of his imagination.
"This is just ridiculous..." He mumbled to himself as he headed towards his bed and turned off the lamp.
Pitch black all over his room as he laid back down on his bed, trying to get some sleep.
He hoped that morning would come sooner so he can go back to Bucky. He admitted that he missed his mate. His friend. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, hoping to forget about that woman that's been in the back of his head ever since the dreams started.
....
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Smutty Shorts Holiday Edition
Hello Everyone! So I wasn't able to do a nice big long fic for any of the holidays, but I saw a challenge stating something like 'write some smut to endure thanksgiving dinner.' and well, here we are. I don't know if a Christmas one will happen, but let me know if that would be welcomed and any pairing you might want to see.
Remember Minors are not allowed, this is an 18+ Only Blog.
Have a safe and comfortable holiday season! All the love sent your way.
Ransom x Kitten (Precarious Agreement)
Curtis x Honey (Life Is Short So Make It Sweet)
Jake Jensen x Reader
Steve Rogers x Reader
Andy Barber x Wife Reader
Alpha Steve x Little One
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Second-Hand
Summary: He only wants you.
Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader
Warnings: mentions of rejection, scenting, a/b/o, mentions of feral alpha, fluff
Written for @caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge #4.
I chose the prompt: "The scar on my neck? My Mate broke our bond and left me."
The alarm is so loud you can barely think. Red lights indicate that something terrible mustâve happened at the Avengers Tower.
âY/N,â Bruce storms inside the laboratory, searching for you. âI need to get you out of here. Itâs the Captain. Heâs out of control.â
âCaptain America is out of control?â You worriedly look at Bruce. âWhat happened? What do we do now?â
Bruce grabs your hand to guide you out of the laboratory. âWeâve got not much time left. His alpha took over and you are the only unmated omega in this building. The others try to keep him under control until I got you somewhere safe.â
âWhat did he do?âÂ
âHe trashed his room and almost attacked Tony,â Bruce grabs your hand again to guide you toward the nearby elevator. âHeâs growling like a beast. I fear heâs gone feral.â
âFeral,â you whisper. âIf he goes feral, heâs lost forever. We need to help him. I need to help him. The world needs him. The Avengers need him.â
âY/N, we can think of something after I brought you somewhere safe. We canât waste more time.â Your boss tries to guide you toward the elevator, but you shake his hand off. âY/N?â
âI can help him,â you say, and step away from Bruce. âI know you mean well, but people, especially alphas calm in my presence. I think it has something to do with my scent.â
âThis is insane,â Bruce calls after you. Itâs too late. You dash along the hallways, following Steveâs scent. Itâs distinctive. No other scent ever lured you in or made your toes curl.Â
âWhere are you going?â Your boss is chasing after you now, desperate to stop you from making a grave mistake. âHeâs going to hurt you! Y/N, please stop. Donât do this.â
Youâre unstoppable. Bruce may be the Hulk, but your instinct makes you run faster, and faster. You donât know what youâre going to do when you find Steve, but you must help him.
âY/N?â Tony asks when you push him out of your way. You stop right in front of the room they locked Steve in. You purr low in your throat and sniff at the door. âYou need to get out of here. Heâll tear the door down if he scents you!â
Itâs too late. Steve slams his body against the door, making it creak.
âOMEGA!â He growls your presentation. âMine!â
âWhat happened? What caused him to lose control so easily?â You press your ear against the door to listen to his heavy breathing. âMr. Stark. What happened?â
âHe came back from a mission, pumped up with adrenaline. We couldnât save them all,â Tony whispers to not rile Steve up even more. âWe tried to calm down, but Steve was out of it. He blamed himself for losing two of the hostages - and then he scented you.â
âMe?â You donât understand why your scent drove Steve up the wall. He never acted differently around you.Â
Most of the time he gave you a short hello, and a genuine smile. You never talked for long. Only the usual interaction with someone working at the same place. Heâs not one of your colleagues, and you are not one of the Avengers. Itâs that simple.
âIâll go inside and try to help him,â you move your hand to the door handle. âWhatever you hear, donât come inside.â
âY/N, you donât know what a feral alpha is going to do to you,â Bruce finally caught up with you. He places his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off.
âI know exactly what alphas are capable of,â you turn around to look at Bruce and Tony. âThe scar on my neck?â You remove your scarf to show them the scar they didnât dare to ask you about. âMy mate broke our bond and left me. Thatâs all I got left of him.â
âA feral alpha is something else than a douche letting you down,â Tony tries to stop you, but you already unlock the door. âY/N!â
âI told you to not interfere.â You slip inside the room and slam the door shut behind you. âLock the door and donât come in.â
Steve sits on the floor of the padded cell, cradling something that looks like the cardigan youâre missing. He sniffs at the fabric and purrs low in his throat. âHi, Captain.â
Heâs lost in his instinct, not even hearing your soft voice calling his name.Â
You kneel on the padded ground and slowly move toward Steve.
âSteve, I need you to calm down and look at me.â
âOmega,â Steve dips his head. His eyes glow when your scent hits his sensitive nose. âOmega!â
He drops your cardigan to the ground and pounces on you. You try not to scream when he grasps you. He buries you under his body, holding your trembling form in a tight grip.
Unlike everyone expected, heâs surprisingly careful and gentle. Steve nuzzles you and sniffs at your neck. âMine.â
âI once had an alpha calling me his mate. He was possessive and passionate until he found someone better. His true mate.â
âMine,â Steve kisses the scar on your neck, focused on taking the pain of your broken bond away. âOmega.â
âIf you want me, I must tell you that I was claimed before. He left me,â you close your eyes, and enjoy feeling Steveâs warmth surround you. âIâm secondhand.â
He nuzzles your scar. âI donât care. Youâre mine. Iâm your alpha.â
âYouâre my alpha.âÂ
Part 2
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Forbidden Alliance
Summary: After discovering Bucky's intimidating secret dealings with Hydra, you find yourself succumbing to his demanding lust.
Pairings          : Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) x Female Reader
Note             : non-consensual elements, dark themes
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. Youâd trusted him, believed in the man beneath the metal arm, but that trust shattered as you overheard their hushed conversation. The words âHydraâ and âdealâ 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. âCaught me, doll,â he said, his voice dripping with that charming confidence that made your insides twist. âYou werenât supposed to see that.â
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 didnât 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 youâd 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. âLet me in!â Buckyâs voice called out, firm and commanding. âI know youâre in there.â
âNo!â you shouted, panic rising again. âJust leave me alone!â
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 stoodâBucky, all brooding intensity, eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire. âYou canât just run away from me.â
âWhy are you doing this?â you demanded, your voice trembling as you backed away. âYouâre working with Hydra! I canâtââ
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. âYou donât get to make demands right now,â he said, his voice low and dangerous. âYou donât even know what you saw.â
Your heart raced, adrenaline flooding your system. âLet go of me, Bucky!â you pleaded.
His grip tightening, enough to hurt.
âBuky, no, I donâtâŚâ you whispered, but the warning in your voice sounded weak even to your ears.
âShut up,â 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.
âI canât just forget what you did,â you managed to say, though the weight of his presence made it hard to think. âYouâre in too deep with them.â
âForget?â He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding to your waist, drawing you closer. âThatâs the last thing I want you to do. I want you to remember every second of this.â
You felt your resolve weakening, the truth of his words settling in. âBucky, IâŚâ You faltered, unsure of how to voice the conflict swirling in your head.
âJust give in,â 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.
âI donât want this,â you finally cry, voice barely above a whisper, the thrill of surrender washing over you.
âYou think I do care about what you want? Fuck no, bitch!â he growled, his grip tightening as he captured your lips again, the kiss plunging into something primal and raw.
 âNow, let me show you,â 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. âYouâre in my world now,â he murmured against your ear, igniting a fire within you that you couldnât extinguish.
âBucky, waitââ 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, âIf you say anything to the Avengers, Iâll make you wish you hadnât.â His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a possessive fire that sent a shiver down your spine. âYouâll be my little secret. If you breathe a word, I swear, youâll be nothing but my playthingâmy cumpdumpâfor twenty-four hours a day, forever. Do you understand?â
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 werenât his.
âYes,â you breathed, the word barely escaping your lips, and in that instant, Buckyâs expression shifted. It was like flipping a switch; he was both predator and lover, and you were ensnared in his web.
âGood,â he said, his lips curling into a wicked smile. âNow, letâs make this fun.â
With that, he cummed in you.
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SERIES MASTERLIST
I DO COMMISSION JUST DM ME FOR THE INFO
NATASHA ROMANOFF
OMEGA MASTERLIST
Summary : Getting rejected to a head Alpha makes a toll, especially when dangers are roaming around
Pairing : Alpha! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Fem !Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader (Platonic)
Warning : Violence, Smut, unprotected sex, marking, breeding, knotting, blood, nightmare, curse
Chapter 1
Warnings : Knotting, Unprotected sex (p and v), use and mention of sex toys, Alpha Natasha, Omega Reader, Possessive Natasha, Creampie, Cockwarming
Chapter 2
Warning : Yelling, curse word
Chapter 3
Warning : Curse, Fighting, discomfort, itchy, I think thatâs all
Chapter 4
Warnings :Â Gun, syringe, nightmare, let me know if I miss anything
Chapter 5
Warning : Mention of blood
Chapter 6
Warning : Blood
Chapter 7
Warning : Mention of Blood, Mention of attacked, Thought of violence, arguing,
Chapter 8
Warning : Mention of death and crying
Chapter 9
Warning : Mention of blood
Chapter 10
Warning : Nothing
Chapter 11
Warning : Nothing
Chapter 12
Warning : Nothing
Chapter 13
Warning : Nothing other than feeling hurt
Chapter 14
Warning : Getting attacked and nearly getting kidnapped
Chapter 15
Warning : Nothing
Chapter 16
Warning : crying, the pups is sad I thinks that's all
Chapter 17
Warning : sad, panic attack, shout, hurt Natasha
Chapter 18
Warning : Cut, bruises I think that's all
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