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Characters/Pairings: mean Alpha!Bucky x curvy Female!Omega!Reader Word Count: 4.9k Summary: After spending the night with Alpha Bucky, the two of you address the shape of things moving forward. (not a stand-alone read)

Content/Warnings: omegaverse; reluctant attraction; power dynamics; manipulation; threats; dirty talk; explicit smut: somnophilia (mentioned/off-screen), knotting, vaginal fingering, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal intercourse and insemination; beefy Bucky; size kink; semi-public sexual situation

Author Notes: Surprise! It's been almost three months, but TA DA I STILL WRITE BUCKKY FICS! Excited to finally get back to this specific AU, too... It didn't start as a series, but now that it's transformed into that in my head, I have so much in store for you!!! This is the fourth fic for my Birthday Jubilee.

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You moan as you come into consciousness. You’re naked in bed with your naked alpha, and he already has your leg hitched up over his hip, cock sunk into your cunt. Your body responds immediately, rocking against him as he lazily thrusts into you. Bucky's stubble scratches against your neck as he nuzzles insistently against one of the bonding marks.

"Good morning, Omega," he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Alpha," you breathe, tilting your head to give him better access. Your body is rested but you feel the aches of having been thoroughly used - even through your sleep.

He picks up the pace slightly, grinding his hips more forcefully against yours. One of his hands slides down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. You moan as the new angle allows him to hit deeper inside you.

"Always so wet for me," Bucky growls approvingly. "My perfect Omega, always ready for her Alpha's cock."

You whimper at his words, feeling yourself grow even slicker around him. He rolls onto to his back, and pulls you over the top of him.

You gasp as you sink down fully onto Bucky's thick cock, the new position allowing him to penetrate even deeper. His hands grip your hips tightly as he guides you into a slow, rolling rhythm.

"That's it, ride your Alpha's cock," he growls, his eyes dark with lust as they roam over your body.

You brace your hands on his broad chest and begin to move more forcefully, lifting yourself up until just the tip remains inside before sinking back down. Bucky groans in approval, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise.

"Such a good omega," he praises. "Taking me so well."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you. You increase your pace, chasing your pleasure as you bounce on his cock. Bucky's hips begin to thrust up to meet yours, driving himself even deeper.

Your movements grow more frantic as you chase your release. Bucky's hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You can feel a knot starting to form at the base of his cock - your knot, for you. The sensations of his cock filling you and his hands on your sensitive flesh have your omega side keening and spiraling quickly towards orgasm.

"Yes, cum for me," Bucky growls. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock."

His words push you over the edge and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you. Your inner walls clamp down on Bucky's thick length as waves of pleasure course through your body.

Bucky groans at the sensation of your clenching pussy. He grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust up into you hard and fast, chasing his own release. The overstimulation has you whimpering and clutching at his chest.

"Take it," he growls, and you feel his knot swell and lock inside you. You whimper but throw your head back as his hips stutter and then he spills his hot seed inside you, continuing to thrust as much as he can. Your walls clench to milk him.

“So deep inside you,” he snarls, “every drop is yours, every shudder is mine.”

You collapse onto Bucky's chest, panting heavily as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as his knot continues to pulse inside you. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his musky alpha scent.

"Such a good omega," Bucky murmurs, stroking your back. "Taking your alpha's knot so well."

You hum contentedly, basking in the praise and the feeling of being filled and claimed. Your body feels languid and sated. This is why he so dangerous to you. Bucky shifts slightly, causing his knot to tug at your sensitive flesh. You whimper at the sensation.

"Shh, I've got you," he soothes, continuing to stroke up and down your spine. For a moment, you allow yourself to forget about the complexities of your situation and simply enjoy the intimacy, the physical connection, tapping into the primal part of you he awakened the first instant he touched you.

After several minutes, Bucky speaks. “So you want a more traditional alpha and omega co-habitation. You want the physical connection – the sex, my knot. But what else do you want?”

Reality crashes back in and you tense slightly. Bucky notices immediately.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

There’s a rumble of a laugh in his chest. It’s not mirthful, it’s still cold, but it’s not heated or angry.

“Omega, let’s acknowledge the reality of what exists here. I wanted to annex your lands, to take over your people and your pack, and to have you as my bonded mate to unequivocally consolidate my power in this region. You’ve had a week to sit with that. I know you didn’t want to see me only to get my cock in your cunt, but while I have you here, knotted and unable to move, I want you to be honest with me. What do you want from our situation?”

You let out a trepidatious chirp - a sound you have never made before.

“I’m open to hearing what you want.”

You study his eyes, his expression is guarded but closed off, reflecting his claim to openly hear you.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I want to be involved in the governance of our territory. Not just as a figurehead or trophy omega, but to have real input and influence. I was raised for this. I know my people, our needs and challenges. I can help you rule more effectively."

Your father had already been having discussions with you about the possibility and timing of stepping down from his position as governor to ensure a smooth transfer of power rather than risk the danger of anyone challenging your claim to take his place when he died, female and omega that you were.

Bucky's eyes narrow slightly as he considers your words. "Go on."

"It's in both our interests," you reply carefully. "Happy, well-governed subjects are less likely to rebel. And as your bonded omega, my fate is tied to yours now. I have no incentive to work against you."

He's silent for a long moment, his piercing gaze searching your face. Finally, he gives a small nod. "I'll consider it. Coming into this, I knew the potential that could be forged with having you as the omega by my side. But make no mistake - I know you will have your own agenda, and I will be watching you closely. Do not work against me. Where we align, there will not be a problem. One hint of betrayal, and I’ll make good on my threat to make this apartment your isolated prison.”

You nod, accepting his terms. "I understand. I'm not looking to undermine you.” That may not be fully true, but you knew you needed to commit to the cause and do what you could for the greater good. “I want the people to be safe and prosper and I want to have a voice in decisions that affect them."

Bucky studies you for another long moment before speaking. "We'll start small. You can attend council meetings as an observer. If you prove yourself trustworthy and valuable, we can discuss expanding your role."

Relief - even a small, reserved amount of excitement - courses through you. It's more than you'd dared hope for so soon. "Thank you."

He shifts his hips, causing his still-swollen knot to tug at your sensitive flesh. You gasp at the sensation.

“I won't betray you, Alpha."

His hands slide up to cup your face, tilting your head to meet his gaze directly. "See that you don't. I can be a generous alpha when pleased, but cross me and you'll regret it deeply."

The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine. You know he means every word.

“Now, let’s seal it with a kiss again,” he says, closing the gap between your lips.

You melt into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to your alpha's touch. It’s heady and possessive, but slow. You wonder how much of this kiss is for him and how much is for you. Through the bond, you can feel a hunger and a satisfaction for his part. For you, you’re under no illusion of how much the physical interactions with your alpha continually draw you more into him, tapping into psychology, biology, and chemistry.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a renewed stirring of arousal. Bucky's hands roam your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. His knot has begun to subside, allowing him to rock his hips slightly. You moan into his mouth at the sensation.

"Ready for another round, Omega?" he murmurs against your lips.

You whimper as he begins to move more purposefully, his cock sliding in and out of your sensitive channel. The overstimulation borders on too much, but you can't help but push back against him, chasing the pleasure.

"So eager," he growls approvingly. "My insatiable omega."

He rolls you both over, pressing you into the mattress with his weight. His cock, still hard, slides deeper inside you. You moan at the sensation, arching your back to take him even further.

Bucky sets a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust deep and purposeful. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and penetrating. You feel pinned by his gaze as much as by his body.

"Mine," he growls, punctuating the word with a particularly forceful thrust. "My omega."

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver through you. Your omega instincts revel in his claim, even as part of you remains wary.

"Yours, Alpha," you breathe, your body responding to his every move.

Bucky's pace increases, his hips snapping against yours with growing urgency. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your nails rake down his back as the pleasure builds, leaving red trails in their wake.

"That's it," he growls. "Mark me."

His words surprise you, but you don't have time to dwell on them as he shifts enough to slide his hand between your bodies to manipulate your clit.

You cry out as his fingers expertly circle your sensitive bud, pleasure building rapidly. Bucky's thrusts grow more forceful, driving you towards the edge.

"Cum for me," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock again."

His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, push you over the edge. You arch against him, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your inner walls clamp down on his length, pulsing rhythmically.

Bucky groans at the sensation, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you and you feel his cock pulse as he spills his seed, but blessedly there is no knot this time.

You both pant heavily, coming down from your shared high. Bucky's weight presses into you before he rolls off, pulling out his softening cock. You whimper at the loss of fullness and his seed trickles out of you as he pulls you up to stand on shaky legs.

"Go shower," he orders with a smack to your ass. "The escort team will be here in forty-five minutes. All of your personal effects will be moved after our departure.”

You nod, still dazed from the intense mating, and make your way to the adjoining bathroom on unsteady legs. The hot water feels heavenly on your skin, soothing aching muscles and washing away the evidence of your activities. As you lather your body, your mind races with thoughts of what's to come, reflecting on the unexpected turn your conversation with Bucky had taken.

Attending council meetings is a start, but you know you'll have to tread carefully. Bucky's warning echoes in your mind. You can't afford to make any missteps, not when you're just beginning to gain a foothold. It's more than you'd dared hope for when you first thought to speak with Bucky - he was right, you had wanted more than just a night of sex. But you're also wary. Bucky is cunning and ruthless - you can't afford to let your guard down or mistake this concession for weakness.

You're so lost in thought that you don't hear the bathroom door open. Suddenly, the glass shower door is pulled open and Bucky steps in behind you.

You gasp as Bucky's large frame fills the spacious shower, steam swirling around his muscular body. The multiple shower heads spray warm water from various angles, creating a misty cocoon around you both. Droplets cascade down his chiseled chest and abs, following the defined lines of his physique. Your eyes are drawn to the trail of dark hair leading down to his impressive manhood, which hangs thick and heavy between his legs even in its flaccid state.

Your body tenses in anticipation, expecting his hands to roam your wet skin or for him to press you against the cool tile wall. But Bucky simply reaches past you for the soap, his arm brushing tantalizingly against your breast as he does so. The brief contact sends a shiver through you, your nipples hardening despite the warm water.

He begins to lather himself methodically, starting with his broad shoulders and working his way down his sculpted chest. Your eyes follow his movements, mesmerized by the play of muscles under his skin as he moves. Soap suds trail down the planes of his abdomen, outlining each defined ridge.

You expect him to turn his attention to you at any moment, to pull you against his slick body and claim your mouth in a hungry kiss. But he remains focused on his task, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

Bucky turns to rinse, giving you a tantalizing view of his muscular back and firm ass. Water cascades down the curve of his spine, and you have to physically restrain yourself from reaching out to trace its path with your fingers.

He turns back around, and your eyes jump up to look at his face. He’s smirking. “Show’s over, Omega.”

He steps past you and grabs a towel as he exits the shower.

“Hurry up. Professional dress today - your timing lands you a chance to prove yourself at a council meeting this morning.”

The shower door closes behind Bucky, you're left alone again with your thoughts as you resume your shower routine, and those thoughts fixate on the alpha who just left.

Bucky's presence had filled the shower completely, dwarfing you with his sheer size. You recall how his broad shoulders nearly spanned the width of the stall, how his head nearly brushed the ceiling. Even among alphas, Bucky is exceptionally large - a mountain of a man, all hard muscle and raw power.

A shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the water temperature. Bucky could crush you without breaking a sweat if he wanted to. The thought should terrify you, but as you are no small woman, you’ve never felt so small, so delicate, as you do when he's looming over you or manhandling your body. You have been with betas before - some of them almost as large in stature as your alpha - yet none of them had come close to his strength.

As you lather your body, your hands glide over your curves and you're struck by a realization. With Bucky, you haven't once felt self-conscious about your body. In the past, with other partners, you'd always been hyper-aware of your perceived flaws - the softness of your stomach, the stretch marks on your thighs, the way your breasts weren't perfectly symmetrical. You'd strategically angled yourself during sex, tried to keep certain parts covered, worried about how you looked in various positions.

But with Bucky, all those insecurities had vanished. From the moment he first laid hands on you, he'd appreciated every inch of your body with a fervor that left no room for doubt. His large hands had roamed your curves with hunger, desire, squeezing and kneading appreciatively. He'd kissed and licked every stretch mark, every dimple. When his hands roamed your skin, they didn't shy away from the areas you usually tried to hide. He’s not soft or reverent for you like a lover, but he seems to revel in satisfaction over your body and that you’re his omega.

You finish your shower quickly, mindful of Bucky's warning about time. As you step out and begin to dry off, you catch sight of yourself in the large mirror. Your skin is flushed from the hot water and recent activities, and you can see faint marks where Bucky's stubble had scraped against your neck and chest. Your fingers trace over one of the bonding marks, still tender and slightly raised.

Once you’ve dried off, you wrap up in a silk dressing robe, and set to brushing your teeth, finishing up your skincare, fixing your hair, and applying some makeup.

You choose a sleek, professional outfit from your wardrobe - a tailored blazer and pencil skirt in a deep navy, paired with a crisp white blouse.

You're applying one last finishing touch to your makeup when there's a knock at the door. "Time to go, Omega," Bucky's voice barks through the door.

“Yes, Alpha,” you respond.

You exit the bathroom to find Bucky already dressed in a sharp dark suit. He's adjusting his tie in the mirror when he catches your eye in the reflection.

Bucky's eyes rake over your form appreciatively, appraising you from top to bottom. "Ready to play politics, Omega?"

You nod, smoothing your skirt. "Of course."

Bucky turns to face you, closing the distance between you in two long strides. His large hands settle on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"Remember," he says, his voice low and intense, "you're there to observe. Don't speak unless spoken to. If you have any insights, you share them with me privately first. Understood?"

You swallow hard and nod. "Yes, Alpha."

He studies your face for a moment, then leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. It's brief but passionate, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.

He’s doing this on purpose - plying you with the physical connections he must be able to sense have your omega bending to him as your alpha.

"Time to go,” he commands and strides out of the room.

You follow after him down the hall and to the small entryway to the apartment he’s kept you in.

You stop short when you recognize the escort team to be members of the infamous STRIKE team.

Their expressions are impassive, but you can feel the weight of their scrutiny. These are the same ruthless operatives who helped Bucky seize control of your territory. The memory of their efficiency and brutality during the takeover is still fresh in your mind. None of these men and women were people you had ever wanted to see again.

Their presence is intimidating, a stark reminder of your new reality, but you force yourself to keep your chin up and your gait steady as you follow and take up a position next to Bucky as he speaks with the one you remembered went by Rumlow.

One of the other men near you, the name Rawlins emblazoned over his chest, sneers at you. “I’m surprised you’re able to stand.”

Your eyes widen, and your gut roils with humiliation, but before you can even respond, Bucky turns, and the room goes silent. You notice his hand clenched into a fist at his side.

His voice is low and laced with warning as he addresses the team. “If any of you ever lay a hand on my omega, you’ll lose that hand. Glance at her with a look of anything other than protection, and I’ll take your eyes out. Now that my expectations have been communicated, I do not expect any problems.”

There’s a collective murmurs of assent from the team.

Bucky's hand settles on the small of your back, a possessive gesture that both steadies and unsettles you. "Let's move," he orders, and the team falls into formation around you both.

“Oh, and Rawlins? You’re being reassigned to security in Jacksonville. You can leave once we’ve departed from here.”

As you exit the apartment, you're immediately encircled by the STRIKE team's tight formation. At the end of the long corridor, the elevator arrives with a soft chime, its polished doors sliding open to reveal a spacious interior lined with rich mahogany paneling and gleaming brass fixtures.

Bucky guides you inside with a firm hand on your lower back. The STRIKE team files in around you, their bulky tactical gear a stark contrast to the elevator's luxurious ambiance. As the doors close, you catch a glimpse of Rawlins' scowling face before he disappears from view.

The descent is smooth and silent, the only sound the soft hum of the elevator's mechanisms. You can feel the tension radiating from the STRIKE team, their bodies coiled and ready for action at any moment. It’s unnerving, but Bucky seems completely used to this atmosphere.

After descending ten floors, the elevator doors slide open with another soft chime, revealing a vast underground parking garage. The cool, damp air hits you as you step out, a stark contrast to the climate-controlled building above.

The STRIKE team moves in perfect formation around you and Bucky, their boots making barely a whisper on the ground. You can't help but wonder at their efficiency and silent communication - a well-oiled machine of lethal precision.

Approaching a line of identical black SUVs, you notice the subtle differences that mark them as military-grade vehicles. The windows are thicker, clearly bulletproof, and the body seems reinforced. You wonder briefly what kind of firepower these are designed to take.

Bucky guides you towards the middle SUV, his hand still firmly on your lower back. One of the STRIKE team members steps forward to open the rear passenger door. Bucky ushers you inside first. The interior is plush leather, but you notice the reinforced paneling and what looks like hidden compartments - likely for weapons.

Bucky settles in beside you, his large frame taking up most of the backseat. Two STRIKE members climb into the front, while the rest disperse to the other vehicles. As the convoy pulls out of the garage, you feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation about what's to come. The council meeting represents your first opportunity to observe the inner workings of Bucky's administration and potentially begin to carve out a role and strategy for yourself.

The ride is silent save for the low hum of the engine. Bucky seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed out the window. You take the opportunity to study his profile - the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows.

His hair is neatly styled, but you can see a few strands threatening to escape, curling slightly at the nape of his neck. You remember how those strands felt between your fingers when you gripped his hair in the throes of passion.

His brow is furrowed slightly, creating a small crease between his eyebrows that you have an inexplicable urge to smooth with your thumb. His eyes, a stormy blue-gray, are focused intently on something outside the window, when he says, “Like what you see with the clothing on in the light of day?”

You feel a flush creep up your neck at being caught staring. "I was just..." you trail off.

Bucky doesn’t turn to face you, but his lips quirk into a small smirk. "Just admiring the view?" he finishes for you, his voice low and teasing.

You swallow hard, suddenly very aware of how close he is in the confines of the SUV. "I was thinking about the council meeting," you lie, trying to regain your composure. Though it wasn’t a total lie.

"Is that so?" He asks skeptically. His hand slides onto your thigh, the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of your skirt. "I shouldn’t have let you shower before we left. Having my cum leaking out of you would serve as a good reminder of who you belong to. "

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers begin to trace slow circles on your inner thigh. "Alpha," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. Your thighs clench involuntarily at his touch.

Bucky's hand slides higher, pushing your skirt up as he goes. "You're mine, Omega," he growls softly, his fingers brushing against the edge of your panties. "Don't forget that when we're in that meeting room."

You bite your lip to stifle a moan as his fingers press against your clothed center. Even through the fabric, you can feel how wet you've become.

"I won't forget," you manage to say, your voice breathy and unsteady.

You glance nervously at the STRIKE team members in the front seat, but they seem studiously focused on the road ahead, giving no indication that they're aware of what's happening in the backseat.

Bucky's fingers hook under the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. You gasp as he slides a finger along your slick folds.

"We shouldn't..." you start to protest weakly, but your body betrays you as you unconsciously part your legs slightly.

"Shouldn't what?" he asks, feigning nonchalance though there's a predatory gleam in his eyes when he finally turns to look though there's a predatory gleam in his eyes when he finally turns to look at you. His finger continues to tease along your folds, gathering your slickness. "Shouldn't remind you of your place? Shouldn't make sure you're properly prepared for the meeting?"

You bite back a moan as he slowly pushes a thick finger inside you. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.

"That's it," he murmurs approvingly. "Take what your alpha gives you."

He begins to pump his finger in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. You clutch at the leather seat, torn between the need for more and the awareness of your surroundings.

"Alpha," you whimper, your voice barely audible. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please..." you breathe, struggling to find words as his finger continues its torturous pace. "We're almost there."

Indeed, through the tinted windows you can see you're approaching the majestic capitol building for the territory.

You bite your lip hard to stifle a moan as he adds a second finger, but maintains the same slow pace. The wet sounds of his ministrations seem obscenely loud in the quiet car, and you pray the STRIKE team members can't hear.

Bucky leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "I want you to remember this feeling when we're in that meeting room. Remember how easily I can reduce you to a quivering mess, how your body responds to my touch. Remember you’re mine."

His fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Your hips buck involuntarily as pleasure courses through you. You're teetering on the edge, so close to release.

But then Bucky abruptly withdraws his hand, leaving you aching and empty. You whimper at the loss, your body still thrumming with unfulfilled need.

"Alpha," you plead softly, your eyes wide and desperate.

Bucky smirks, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips. He maintains eye contact as he slowly licks your arousal from his digits. "And I’ll have this pretty cunt begging for me whenever it suits me.”

You open your mouth to respond, but at that moment, the SUV comes to a stop. You glance out the window to see you've arrived at the capitol building. The neoclassical architecture looms over you, its white marble facade gleaming in the morning sun.

"Fix yourself," he says.

You quickly smooth down your skirt and adjust your panties, trying to compose yourself as the STRIKE team begins to exit the vehicles. Your heart is racing, a mixture of arousal and anxiety coursing through you.

Bucky gives you a predatory smirk before his face settles into a neutral expression. As the door opens, he steps out first, then turns to offer you his hand. You take it, grateful for the support as you exit on slightly shaky legs.

The cool morning air helps clear your head a bit as you follow Bucky up the grand steps of the capitol building. The STRIKE team forms a protective perimeter around you, their eyes constantly scanning for threats.

Inside, your heels click against the polished marble floors as you make your way through ornate hallways. Portraits of past leaders line the walls, their stern faces seeming to judge you as you pass. You wonder how long it will be before you feel confident in these halls again instead of conquered.

You try to focus on your surroundings, taking in the grandeur of the building you once knew so well. But your body is still humming with unfulfilled desire, making it difficult to concentrate. You can feel your arousal dampening your panties with each step.

Approach the council chamber, you see a group of men in suits waiting outside. They straighten up as Bucky approaches, a mixture of fear and respect in their eyes. You recognize some of them as former advisors to your father, now serving under Bucky's regime.

"Gentlemen," Bucky greets them, his voice carrying authority.

“Everyone is assembled and waiting, sir,” one man steps forward to report.

“And no excuses or absences?”

“No,” he answers.

"Wise of them," Bucky says with a nod. “Let’s not keep them waiting any longer.”

more to come...

So maybe I didn't forget about Bucky Barnes after all, my hoes! 🤭

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Very interesting first meeting 😅

Love how she got adopted by the dog tho 😂❤️❤️

Borders

Part One

Paige thought she knew what she was doing when she moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere for a teaching job. It’s great… She loves the kids and her new home, even most of the townspeople. Her new neighbor, on the other hand…

Loki x OFC Paige

Warnings: Language, as always.

Continua a leggere

#loki x ofc #Loki and Paige #loki laufeyson x ofc #loki odinson x ofc #fic rec #marvel fanfic #marvel au

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Hilda by Duane Bryers

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I'm so happy Ari found her. 🥺❤️

Run Free - Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader (Part 1: Run)

Summary: As an Omega you knew your place in the world, however when the opportunity arrives to escape you take it... only to find yourself face to face with another Alpha

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Language! Captive Situation! Suggestion of Non-Con environment! Angst!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Chapter 1: Run

You woke up with a start, the sound of your cell door opening with a loud creak. You looked up to see one of your captors standing at the door looking down at you. The scent of the large Alpha assaulted your nose making you want to vomit.

“Eat, you’ve got a long day ahead of you” he ordered dropping the plate of food by your feet.

You glance down at the plate of food. Seeing the pathetic excuse for food, something that just looked like mush. Even though it was the only food you’d get you weren’t racing to eat it.

“Eat it you worthless omega” The Alpha commands with a growl grabbing your head and forcing it down “Or do I have to teach you where you stand?”

You didn’t dare say anything, your body reacting to the alpha command, picking up the plate and forcing the food down trying your best not to gag. The alpha watching on with a disgusting smirk on his face. You’d been held captive long enough to know your place in the world. As an omega, you were nothing more than a piece of meat for Alpha to use however and whenever they please, you had to lose certain battles to avoid others.

“It’s sale day for you Omega so you’ll be out of here soon enough” he smirks before making his exit.

You knew your future was dire, you were to be sold to the highest bidder. Your only hope was that you were brought by someone nice, that or when they did eventually kill you it would be quick. It was better than starving to death.

Once you had eaten you were dragged out of your cell. All the other Omegas were lined up and marched through the compound out to the courtyard. As you walked the other captors would laugh, purposefully tripping you up. Grabbing you as you passed, taunting you.

Once outside they ordered you to line up against the wall and strip down naked. A couple of omegas protested but were instantly whipped using the silver-tipped whip. They screamed out in pain, instantly submitting and removing their clothing. Soon you were all standing there naked, with the exception of the collars that stopped you from shifting. You could see the captors watching, a few of them whistling making your skin crawl.

They then turned on the high-powered hose and started spraying you all with freezing cold water. As much as you tried to avoid it they would always purposely aim the water at your face. Making you feel like you were drowning before giving you a short moment of respite. Just another level of torture they subjected you to.

Once they turned the hose off they handed out clean clothes. Which only consisted of shorts and a vest. They didn’t give you a towel you just had to remain damp until you slowly dried off. It wasn’t uncommon for people to fall ill and die from pneumonia here.

Once you were all dressed they attached silver handcuffs around your wrists. The pain from the metal stopping you in your tracks, the skin around your wrist already burnt and scarred.

Once you were all bound you were attached to a chain and dragged out. The sounds of whines filled the corridor as the silver dug into everyone’s wrists. You were led out to a truck and shoved inside. Someone coming and securing you all in place, additional silver restraints being attached around your ankles. Ensuring none of you could escape during transport to the sales centre.

You weren’t sure how long you remained in the back of the truck. All the omega quietly talked with each other about their lives before this hell. Eventually, the truck stopped but it wasn’t the end of your journey. Instead, you were herded out of the truck and into a shipping container.

Once in the shipping container, they gave out bottles of water and stale bread which felt more like a brick. Once they were gone they shut the shipping container leaving all of you in complete darkness.

Overall you had no clue how long you had been in this container. You had no way to tell the time, not that you did before when you were in your cell. Occasionally they’d bring more food or water but that was it. You guess though that you were in the shipping container for at least 3 days though.

Eventually, the door to the container opened and a blast of warm air entered the container. A direct contrast to the cold metal you’d grown accustomed to over the past few days.

As you stepped outside you savour the fresh air before you were taken into a rackety old truck. They chained you all up to the rotten wood. A thin layer of tarpaulin covers the roof and sides. You sat at the very back giving you the best view.

As the truck drove off you were able to look out. Dreaming of one day having the freedom to go wherever you pleased. Maybe the Alpha they sold you to would be kind enough to give you those freedoms. As the truck drove through the forest you imagined what it would be like to run through the trees. Darting in and around them, the wind whistling past your ears and through your fur.

Everyone bumped around as the truck travelled down the dirt road. At one point, however, you shifted just as the truck hit a large pothole causing you to be thrown hard enough for your retrains to break free of the rotten wood. Now completely free despite your hands and feet still being bound you got thrown out of the back of the truck.

As you roll along the dirt track you wait for the truck to stop but it doesn’t. You realise this was your chance to finally be free. You couldn’t stay here though. You quickly shuffled off of the road and into a bush to hide.

You waited there in silence waiting for your absence to be noticed and your freedom to be taken once more. But that never happened. They never returned.

You sat up and looked down at the silver shackles around your ankles. You start working on getting yourself free wincing at the metal brushed across your skin. Finally, you got yourself free and tossed the shackles as far away as possible. You examine the burns on your ankles, they were bad but like the rest but they would just scar over eventually.

You had no hope of getting your handcuffs off alone, you needed help. You passed through a town not far back, maybe you could find another omega or a beta to help you. You also knew you needed at least a beta to remove this collar that would allow you to be truly free.

Pushing yourself up onto your feet you steadied yourself against a nearby tree. Once you were certain your weakened ankles could hold your weight you started walking back towards the town. You made sure to stay hidden in the trees just in case you were spotted by the wrong people.

You walked for hours. Your body was so tired and weak. You clung to trees as you walked past, desperate to keep yourself up and moving. You couldn’t stop, not until you found somewhere safe.

Eventually, the edge of town came into view. Leaving the forest you stumbled through the back alley behind some building. At one point you stumbled catching yourself on the side of a dumpster.

Your legs felt like lead, it felt impossible to keep yourself up for a second longer. You slump against the dumpster hoping a moment of rest would help.

Suddenly a backdoor to one of the buildings opened. You froze in fear as the scent of an Alpha filled your nostrils. You turned to look and saw the large man walking out of the building trash bag in hand. He shouted something back to someone who was inside as he ran his hair through his long brown hair.

You didn’t dare move as he approached the dumpster seemingly unaware of your presence. You barely breathed as he threw the trash bag into the dumpster and turned to head back towards the building.

You risk glancing over the side of the dumpster a move you instantly regret when you accidentally make a sound. You saw the alpha freeze before slowly turning to face you, his eyes widening in surprise when he spotted you. His nostrils flared as he scents you and you knew you were in danger. There was no way this Alpha would let you get away now that he knew you were an Omega.

So you ran, or at least you tried to. Your weak legs refused to cooperate, leaving you stumbling.

“Whoa wait!” The alpha shouts moving after you.

You desperately try and get away but you trip and fall. With your hand bound by handcuffs, you weren’t able to catch yourself. Hitting your head as you fell, you tried to move but your body refused exhaustion taking over. The last thing you saw was the Alpha crouching over you.

Ari had woken up early that day, not that he’d slept well that night anyway. His mind running at a million miles per hour, running through all the things he could do and needed to do. He went on his usual morning run, hoping that would help but it didn’t.

In the end, he just decided to go to work early. He drove from his cabin just outside of town parking up behind the bar. Letting himself into the bar he owned he made his way into the back office.

Dropping his bag in the corner he first makes himself a pot of coffee before dropping down onto the small couch he had. He sighs running his hand through his hair.

Once the coffee had brewed he pushed himself up from the couch. He poured himself a cup taking a large sip as he moved to sit at his desk.

As he sat down at his desk his eyes fell on the picture on his desk. He smiled slightly as he remembered that day. It was the day his bar, The Red Sea, officially opened. He and his friend all stood outside smiling proudly.

When the bar first opened business had been booming. They almost had to herd people out when closing time rolled around. Presently the story couldn’t be any more different. Now they would shut up early to save money on utilities.

Ari knew he needed to do something but he had no clue what. If he didn’t find a solution too otherwise he’d have to consider selling up. And anyone who knew Ari knew that he wasn’t a quitter.

Sighing to himself he started going through the month's expenses. Doing all the paperwork that made his position even more painfully obvious.

“Do you ever go home?” Rachel asked leaning against the door frame.

“No it saves money” Ari says not looking up from his work.

“What’s the verdict?” She asks walking in and perching on the edge of the desk.

“Not great we maybe have 6 months at most to turn this place around otherwise I’ll have to sell” Ari sighs shaking his head.

“It’ll work out, you always think of something,” Rachel says patting him on the shoulder as she stands up.

“The rest of the guys are coming up later so don’t hide away in here all day” she adds before leaving him in the office alone.

Ari nodded in agreement before turning back to his work. He ended up spending hours in there working away. Putting off going out to see just how empty the bar would be. He could hear his friends though all laughing and talking loudly.

Eventually, he had done all the work he could and decided to head out to his friends.

“Ah, there he is the slacker!!” Jake shouts once he spots Ari.

“I hope you all paid for those beers” Ari retorted looking at the three men.

“Hey, we’re your best customers!” Max complains.

“You’re my only customers” Ari sighed as he stood behind the bar.

“Don’t worry Rachel charged us” Sammy said pointing over to Rachel who rolled her eyes as she wiped the bar down.

“Good because otherwise there won’t be a bar to come hang out in,” Ari says.

“Stop being so melodramatic you’ve just hit a slump. Every business goes through it, it’ll pick up soon” Sammy tells him.

“Yeah I bet something is right around the corner” Max says.

“Right let's stop being all depressed, you owe me a game of pool” Jake says pointing at Ari.

“I do?” Ari asks not recalling promising him that, the last game they played Ari wiped the floor with him.

“Fine call it a rematch” Jake says shrugging his shoulders as he racks up.

Ari smirks as he walks over “Fine let’s make it interesting”

Jake raises a brow as he stands up “What are you thinking?” Jake asks.

“You win, I’ll buy you a drink for a week. I win, you take a garbage out” Ari smirks.

“Oh no not that dumpster, that thing fucking stinks!!” Jake complains.

“Fine we won’t play,” Ari says shrugging his shoulders and stepping away.

“Okay, okay fine, you can break” Jake relents holding out the pool cue.

Ari smiled taking the pool cue from Jake and lining up his first shot. The balls broke with a resounding crack and much to Ari’s joy and Jake’s annoyance, 2 striped balls rolled into the pockets.

“Fuck sake man” Jake complains shaking his head.

“Regretting that decision now?” Ari smirks.

The rest of the game was pretty close, with Jake managing to catch up when Ari missed a couple. Everyone else cheering on who they thought would win.

“Go on Jake!” Sammy shouted.

“Hey you’re supposed to be backing me up” Ari complained to his childhood best friend.

“Nope sorry I’m backing my fellow Beta today” Sammy says holding up his hands in surrender.

“Don’t worry Ari we’ve got you” Max says gesturing to Rachel.

“Oh, so it's alpha’s vs Beta’s then?” Jake asks.

“Seems that way” Ari laughs.

Eventually, the game got down to the final ball. Ari lined up his shot, it should have been easy. It should have gone in, but for whatever godforsaken reason it hit the side of the pocket and bounced out. Leaving it perfectly open for Jake to easily pot it, which he did.

“Yes!! Rachel grab me a beer and pass Ari the trash” Jake says smiling victoriously as he walks back towards the bar.

Ari groans in annoyance as Rachel passes him the trash bag. All of his friends laughed as he made his way to the back door.

“And no holding your breath that’s cheating” Sammy shouts after him.

“Shut up I’ll do as I like” Ari shouts back as he steps outside.

As he approaches the dumpster he holds his breath as he chucks the bag into it. As he turns around and starts walking away he hears shuffling.

He turns around expecting to see a raccoon or something. He wasn’t expecting to see someone peeking out beside the dumpster. He sniffs slightly realising that it was an omega, one that looks completely petrified. He cautiously takes a step closer but you take off.

“Whoa wait!” He shouts moving after you.

He watches as you stumble and fall, it's only then that he notices the handcuffs around your wrists. He sees you try and push yourself up before completely slumping down in exhaustion.

“Hey it's okay, I’m not gonna hurt you” Ari says calmingly as he crouches down beside you.

You look up at him and he can see the fear in your eyes before they completely shut and you pass out.

“Shit” Ari mutter looking down at you “Sammy! Sam!” Ari then shouts “I need you out here”

“I swear to god Levinson if you throw something gross at me” Sammy says stepping outside “Fuck what the hell happened!” Sammy says when he spots Ari crouching beside you.

“I don’t know, she was hiding behind the dumpster and then ran when she saw me but tripped and must have hit her head” Ari said looking over at all your injuries, spotting the burns on your ankles.

At this point, everyone else had made their way outside wondering what was going on.

“Whoa is she okay?” Jake asks nodding down to you.

“I dunno, we need to get her inside” Sammy says as he looks over you.

“What’s she got around her wrists?” Rachel asks.

“Handcuff by the looks of it” Max says,

Ari decides to try and break them off but when his finger comes into contact with the metal he hisses in pain.

“Fuck that silver” he hisses shaking his hands.

“That must be what’s caused these burns” Sam says pointing to the burns on your ankles.

“Fuck. Who the hell would do this to someone” Rachel says shaking her head.

“Sick bastards” Ari growls ignoring the pain as he breaks off your handcuffs.

He then gently scoops you up in his arms to take you inside. He had no clue who you were or where you’d come from, but he was damn well sure he wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you now.

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This au is so interesting! I can't wait to see what will happen next with them.

Amazing work, as usual ❤️