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1800jjbarnes · 11 months
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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
【Synopsis】 : He wants to tip you over the edge to finally see if you liked him back. But neither of you could of guessed this would be the outcome.
『Word count』 : 1.81k
Paring: Bestfriend!Beefy!Bucky x Bestfriend!Reader
[Warnings] : Kissing, Thigh grabbing, some insecure thoughts, Teasing, nipple play, thigh riding, grinding, dry humping, making out, Switch/Dom/Sub dynamic, Domestic Sexual Tension, oral (reader receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, cheekyness. cute banter. Switch!Bucky, Switch!Reader, Dom!Bucky. Chubby Bucky.
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It was a joke, well if a joke played with your feelings then call you a comedian. Sitting on your Bestfriends couch with him turned at your side. His face was inches from yours, while his words soft as they slips off his tongue.
“You want this…” He asked, making red blush flood on your cheeks. His arm hooking around your waist as he inched closer, while you inched back. Again and again. Until you had nowhere else to go but down, falling onto your back with him on top of you. His lips still closing in on yours.
“Doll…” He whispers your nickname, bobbing his head as if he was egging you on to kiss you for real, but he never did. Only keeping them mere centimetres away. His hot breath pooled on your lips, as he licked his lips. Your eyes bore into his, getting lost in his bright blue rivers.
He wanted you to make the first move, he wanted you to seal the deal, but he knew you needed a push. A helping hand. Your embarrassment took over pushing him up with a whine. He chuckled the situation off, maybe he read you wrong.
You sat there for a moment while he stared at you. He leant down against the couch, leaning his head over the cushions to look up at the ceiling. He didn’t notice you watching him, your eyes scanning his body head to toe. Did he really like you the way you liked him? Were the feelings mutual? All these questions went around and around but it all ended in one conclusion.
You only live once right?
A saying Bucky lived by and would say whenever he was about to do something stupid with the combination of hurting himself in the process. But hey life is meant to be wild. You let out a small sigh, before moving fast, climbing onto Bucky's lap in seconds. He tilts his head up to make eye contact with you, his hand immediately going to the side of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
You wait no time for his words or reactions, grabbing the sides of his face you smash your lips on his. He groans at your actions, holding you tight. One hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, while your hands left his cheeks to wrap around his neck. Your finger entangles in his hair, tugging lightly, gifting you another groan from him.
Your heart was racing fast, along with his. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Your friendship was ruined but now something new could blossom.
The room is hot… Heavy breathing coated the air. Bucky bit his bottom lip hard, fearing to draw blood as you continued to attack his neck. It was painted with marks in different shades of red and purple. You became drunk over his body, wanting to slide your tongue on every part you could retch. Your hips never stopped as they rolled fast and desperately. You wanted him so badly, willing to do anything and everything for him. You were lost under his touch.
“Doll, ah fuck.” His low groan went straight to your core, making you whimper in response. His hand that grips your thigh moves quick before slapping your covered ass. This action makes you sit straight up with a loud gasp. Bucky takes this opportunity to return the favour of neck kisses, latching his lips on your neck.
“B-buck…” You moan, gripping his shoulders. He gives your ass another slap before snaking his hand to the front hem of your shorts. He slides his tongue down to your collarbone, biting the soft flesh, making you cry out.
“Ah Fuck please.” He laughs at your cries, feeling a sadistic nature stir inside himself. He wanted nothing but to destroy you into a crying, whimpering mess. Only wanting his cock to satisfy you. But you were also his best friend, his partner in crime, and he wanted to ravish you in complements and sweet love. He was torn, but he’ll have you anyway at this point.  
You grind down on his thick thighs making him hisses through his teeth. The sound alone makes a tightness in your gut, whimpering in response. He brings both of his hands under your shirt to grab your breasts, making you lean back gasping for air as his rough hands fondle them. He frees his metal hand to bring it up your back before resting it on your neck, holding you still. You wiggle in his grasp, feeling his hand that fondles your chest rotate to grip the fabric of your shirt before pulling it up.
You help him throw it off you while keeping a hooded gaze down on him. His mouth is agape a bit and it’s almost cute as he gazes upon your half-naked form. You capture that awe in a kiss all while he flicks your nipples with his thumbs. You grind down on his cock again, feeling it harden underneath you. You break away from the kiss and breathe heavily into his cheek, giving another gentle kiss to his face.
“I need…” you can’t even finish the statement as Bucky grinds upwards into you. A gasp escapes your lips before you even know what you’re doing. Then suddenly, he is gripping you tightly by the hips and flipping you on your back. Your ass is still pressed tightly against his hips as he kneels over you on the couch. A smile spreads across your face as he takes his shirt off as well, revealing his soft but toned body. You reach up and run your hands down his body. From his chest, down his plump stomach to the band of his pants.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you…” He says breathy, a smile shaking on his lips.
You lick your lips while eyeing the strain in his jeans. He’s pressed up against your opened legs frozen still with anticipation. He grinds down on you and the simple movement has you withering in his grip. All you can breathe out is a, “I could have a guess.” in response.
He leans down and softly chuckles in your ear. He begins placing kisses down your neck, slowly making his way down your chest. To your stomach and to the hem of your trackies. The gentle kisses are like sparks of fire in your gut, each and every one. He gives a pause at your pants though, looking up past his eyebrows.
“May I?” He asks, almost a whisper.
You nearly miss the question, caught in wanting him now. You nod. But he only sits up straight again.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says.
“Yes,” you all but whine out.
Finally, he takes your trackies and underwear off in one go, throwing them off to the side to be forgotten for now. Bucky shuffles himself down the couch a bit away from you all while holding your legs apart. You watch his head dip down between your legs and all too much is happening. But when you feel his hot breath wash over you, it sends a chill down your spine. Your legs tense but Bucky holds them open, his hands gripping your thighs. You gasp a loud as a hot tongue licks up your wetness. Your body feels alive, a fire burning down your spine. The coil of tightness inside your gut only grows stronger. You don’t know how much longer you’ll last. He suddenly latches onto your clit and a wave of desire as you arch up into his mouth. He pushes you down by your stomach, his large palm almost covering your belly.
He has you breathing so heavily as he sucks, slowly but meaningfully. A man on a mission. A man that has to have you shaking, moaning and gasping for air. Suddenly, there is a finger entering you. You didn’t even notice his hand left your thigh. The feeling sends fire to pool in your gut the fuel being his finger making it grow. You couldn’t handle anymore when he adds not one but two more inside with a steady pace. Deep and rough. You move your hips to the rhythm until a crash of pleasure spills from you.
“B-Bucky!” You try to pull away from him but he keeps his assault until you ride out your orgasm. He sits straight up pulling his fingers out of you. The wet noises would make you cringe on most occasions but in this situation, you didn’t care.
“Can you handle another…” He trails off, not wanting to push you. But you answer without words, instead pushing him back down so you situate yourself back in the position you started in. You, on top of him. You pull on his drawstrings before tugging at his pants. He helps you take them off, slipping his boxers off along with them. He can feel the heat of your core on his cock, your cum dripping out of you onto his thigh.
“I want to ride you.” You stated boldly, feeling a sense of confidence surging through you. His heart skips at your dirty words, his cock twitching in ache for you. He nods ridiculously, gulping down a ball of saliva. Your hand wraps around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze as you rise yourself to hover over him. You watch his eyes squeeze shut as his jaw drops a jar. You bite your lip trying your best not to giggle at his desperate expression.
“If you continue to tease me I swear to god I will pin you to this couch and fuck the daylights out of you,” he growls gripping your hips tightly, nails digging into your flesh. You just whimper at his words before following with;
“Is that a threat or a promise?”  
He enters you in one hard thrust making you gasp for air, his pace did not stop as he moves with full force. Your hips grind with him in a miss-matched time. Making the pleasure surge through you both like fire on gasoline. His hands that grip your hips move to your ass, slapping the flesh harshly. You choke out a moan as you lean forwards onto him, your head resting on his shoulder. He takes this new angle to wrap his arms around your waist flipping you onto your back against the soft couch cushions once more. He brings your legs up so they rest on his shoulders before entering you again, going deeper than he had before. You watch him with glossy eyes he leans down giving you a light kiss before he smiles to answer your statement before….
“It’s a promise.”
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casbellion · 1 year
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Omega Mine
Part II
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: alpha!bucky sees you wearing his dog tags for the first time.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: tension, teasing
𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this so very long ago, but i want to start writing/posting on here so i figured this was a good place to start!!! also, my first fic ever?? no way. hope you enjoy pals <3
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Maybe Sam is right, perhaps you should end it after all. The toll it’s taking on the team isn’t ideal, necessarily. Steve waking up with half the facial hair he went to bed with, Natasha’s prized knife buffer suddenly replaced with her least favored cheese (you ended up scrubbing barf for weeks while they were on missions in Romania), Wilson receiving concerned calls for months after his family opened a package addressed to him containing synthetic alpha hormones and a semen-filled knotting dildo. He’s an alpha.
But you can’t. Vision challenged you. Inadvertently, yes, but the point still stands. No one challenges an Omega after their heat, especially when said Omega grew up pranking people to deal with trauma. Surely Vision didn’t know what was coming his way, and now that Wanda and Natasha have joined the fun, all of the Alphas in the tower are ready to rip your heads off. Oops.
After Vision offended your honorary title of most creative pranks (by asking what you could possibly be better at than cooking your classic post-heat meal for the team. Sexist much?) the team hasn’t gotten a moment of clarity to think of how to get you and the girls back, not that you were complaining. You’d say you’re pretty damn successful, especially at hiding after an accomplished mission, like now. You’re crouched behind Tony’s mini bar, a classic shit-eating grin on your face as Steve ran past you, again. Seems like another successful miss-
“Y/N!” Steve roars, boots stomping rhythmically down the foyer towards you, the perfect soundtrack of your inevitable doom.
“Oh, shit.” One minute you’re up and running the fuck away from a pissed off Alpha, the next you’re running into a rather amused Alpha. “Oof.”
“Do you plan to give Steve reconciliation after this, Doll,” a rough voice softly speaks into your ear, the arms matching it wrapping securely around your waist. “Or am I supposed to listen to him whine nonstop about it for the next four hours, again?”
Fuck, you’d been trying to avoid Bucky for this exact reason. He’s been doing really well after Shuri, almost too well in your opinion. Wakanda gave him the amenities and time to come to terms with his Alpha, meaning he’s gotten very comfortable with his instincts. Which includes touching, cuddling, hugging, and unknowingly (is it though?) releasing content/relaxed pheromones which drives you up the fucking wall. Your poor vibrator can’t get a damn break these days.
Why is that a problem? Well considering the day he waltzed into the tower, with a scent worth all the precious metals in the world, didn’t only trigger your heat a month early, but caused your biological timer telling you when to start a family and mate to fall out of your ass.
Your Omega lives on edge, violently clawing at its confines anytime it catches a whiff of Bucky’s Alpha, which, when you live together, is quite literally all-the-fucking-time. Especially since he keeps sneaking showers in your room, making you smell his ‘clean Alpha’ scent every time you enter your own bathroom.
And with your heat on the way, you’d been trying to gently push him away so you don’t bust your ass trying to present in every room he walks into. So yeah, this isn’t an ideal predicament.
“Come on, Buck. You gotta admit it’s pretty funny.” You say, breathing out a laugh so your nose does anything else besides breathe in his scent or god forbid you ruin your brand new underwear. “Red, white and blue hair looks great on our Cap.”
You break away from his arms, turning to see a very patriotic Captain America in his tighty whities running full speed at you.
“It is quite the look, y/n. Although you might actually die in, like five seconds. Feel like running?” Bucky turns towards you, but you’re already high-tailing it to your bedroom, cackling your ass off the whole way there.
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“You WHAT?” Wanda shrieks, standing up from your carpet to stare at you.
“I took his dog tag.” You say begrudgingly. “He left it on the weights and he was pooping, so I took it.”
“Y/n, he’s going to lose his shit! Those aren’t his socks, or a new hair color, those are his prized possessions! The only things he truly cares about! What the fuck, y/n.” Natasha chimes in, rubbing her temples.
“Which makes this even better, Nat. You’ll see.” You say, shooing them out.
Now where would there be enough people for him not to kill you?
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“…no the fuck you didn't.”
“Shut it, Wilson.” You snap, sitting down on the stool in the kitchen to put on your fuzzy socks. You decided that Christmas movie night would be the best night to finally debut Bucky’s tags.
Poor Alpha, he’s been wondering the tower like a lost pup, whining over his dog tags and asking anyone he comes across if they’ve seen the beloved object. You’d finally taken pity on him and decided tonight’s the night. The whole team would be there so if he wanted to kill you it would at least take a few minutes, so you might have time to scamper away.
“Tony, absolutely, but never you, y/n.” Sam laughed. “Oh shit, I need popcorn for this.”
You tucked the tag into your shirt, hoping it would be a good while into the movie before Buck noticed.
As everyone filed in, you stuck yourself in between the arm of the couch and your favorite blanket, waiting for the spot next to you to be taken. The air shifted, alerting you of the super soldiers entrance.
“Can I join you under there, Doll?” Buck whispered against your ear, again. Well, there’s the first slick of the night.
You nodded, lifting the blanket for the Alpha to slide under. His shower-damp hair dripped onto the soft fuzz of the blanket, his fresh scent wrapping around you tighter than the fabric in your hands, making your head fuzzy and your Omega horny as fuck, but what’s new. Maybe you just need to get laid.
You sat there as the team bickered over movies for what seemed like an hour, but ten minutes later Will Farrell was waxing poetic about finding his father in the middle of NYC with Zoey Deschanel.
“Can you hand me my mug, please?” You stifle a gasp as Bucky softly grazes his lips over your ear, reaching past you to weakly attempt to grab his cup. The movement caused a burst of your scent to make its way to his nose, and he’s the one to stifle a gasp as he feels his eyes slightly roll. Was it hot in here?
“Of course, Buck.” You nodded, grabbing his Hot Cocoa from the table next to you and handing it to him, fingers brushing and zapping at the growing energy within your cores.
“You think I could pay Zoey Deschanel to sing in my shower?” Steve’s hand shot out to smack Sam upside the head before his sentence finished, prompting a round of laughter from the room.
You hold your breath, not wanting the bubble (which you and Bucky had unknowingly created) to burst. The warmth of his body against yours was addicting; your body was struggling against the Omega in your soul snarling at you for not giving her the only knot she’s ever deemed suitable.
How the hell are you supposed to watch anything, or be AROUND anyone, when the only thing living in your mind was you Omegas depictions of Bucky in varying…poses. You could practically feel the cold metal of the Alphas dog chains hitting your pebbled nipples as he pounded into your warmth, you whimpering and growling in ecstasy. Fuck.
You try to analyze any and all exits surrounding you - but come up with nothing.
“Yo, Frosty,” Tony’s voice snaps you out of your vision. “Have you ever had Elf pancakes?”
“What are ‘Elf Pancakes’?” Bucky rumbled, his chest caging you against the couch as he places his cup on the table.
You squeeze your eyes shut, praying to everything out there he doesn’t smell anything in your scent. You’re thanking the damn lord that you had to douse yourself in scent neutralizer earlier, even if it was because Nat was making the whole team do so while working with trainees.
As the Alphas launched into a conversation over Buddy’s classic meal, Bucky having no interest in whatsoever, the Alpha leaned over you to grab his mug, stopping suddenly.
You, finally trying to focus on this damn movie and not the deliciously frustrating Alpha pressed against you in all the right spots, glanced at him to see what the deal was. You followed his eyes to your…oh shit. You totally forgot about the tags. His dog tags. Which you stole. Shit.
Laughing nervously, you gently pull them out of your shirt to give them back to the Alpha and immediately begin to open your mouth to explain and apologize, but he sits back before you could take them off.
Your anxiety sky rockets as you sit there for a minute, the energy from him unreadable to you as you try and gouge his reaction and whether you should get the fuck out. Was this too far? Alphas are known to be extremely territorial and Bucky already owns very little belongings, obviously these would mean more to him than a bar of soap. Why didn’t you think of that?
You can’t believe you’ve messed up this bad, you just wanted to have some fun and maybe bring a smile to his ravishing, yummy, sinful, god-
Suddenly, he’s leaning towards you, big burly chest pushing you the rest of the way against the couch. Vanilla and strawberry fields climb into you brain and makes your head fuzzy and body go lax. A new smell made its way to your nose and nothing could stop the moaned whimper from tumbling past your lips. You knew you probably looked insane; flushed cheeks, pouted lips, glossy eyes, harsh breathing and surely a growing wet patch on your pants. If you thought your panties were done before, ha.
“Mega,” You feel him growl against your temple, “I’m gonna give you two minutes to run as close to your nest as you can. But, when I catch you, you’re mine. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
You whimper, releasing the most slick you’ve ever produced. Your glossy eyes meet his pure black pair, and he snarls at how fucked out you look. He prays you’ll let him rail you to heaven, he just needs one thing. He grabs your chin, asking consent.
You nod, taking a deep breath to clear your head. Fuck, bad idea. You squeak, throwing the covers off of your body and throwing a half-ass excuse over your shoulder as to why you’re leaving. Before you fully turn the corner of the couch, however, you can’t help but notice the twitching bulge in Bucky’s sleep shorts. You halter briefly, your Omega releasing a pitiful whine.
No fucking way you did that. An Omegas whine is sacred, meant only to be used in private or in dire emergency. This is common knowledge, drilled into you the second you reach primary.
Everyone stops short and stares at you, wondering why your Omega basically just asked every Alpha in the room to fuck her. You panic, and run.
The blood in your ears deafens you, the adrenaline in your blood and the Omega in your head force you to bypass the elevators completely, running straight for the stairs.
Was Bucky mad? He didn’t seem mad. He seemed like he felt the same about you, almost. Had he left yet? Was he still in the living room? Oh God, what if he was right behind you? Did something just brush your ass?
You feel like you’d been running forever, but your eyes widen as you see the sign above you read ‘2nd Floor.’ You whine, knowing the chances of you getting claimed in public, on the ground no less, are beginning to grow vastly. So, you run like you’ve never before.
Somewhere between the thirty sixth and thirty eighth step, the ground rumbled. You tripped, stopping to catch your breath briefly.
Bad mistake.
As you breathed in, Becky's scent knocked your Omega loose, making her howl at the pure sex he smelt of. You realized the ground was moving because of him, his Alpha unleashing the biggest growl you’d ever heard. You shove your growling Omega as far down as possible, knowing you’re almost in the final stretch.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You said, scrambling to get up to your room as fast as possible as you finally realized what was going on.
He found his Omega.
And once an Alpha finds their Omega, they mate them. Usually within hours, but for True Alphas it has never taken longer than 5 minutes. Your lovely Buck is, of course, a True Alpha. What. The. Fuck. You’ll be damned if you take your dream Alphas knot in the middle of the tower and not in your nest. You just added 2 pairs of his freshly used boxers, it will absolutely be the only place you allow yourself to be claimed for the time being.
You burst through the fourth floor doors just as you risk a look back, finding Bucky staring straight back at you from the last step. Your Omega whimpers, putting all of its might in getting you to your door at the very least.
“Omega,” Bucky roared, his feet echoing down the hall as he starts to catch up to you rather fast. His intoxicating scent is slowly wiggling through your brain, slowly guiding all logic straight out of your head.
“Bucky — you are NOT claiming your Omega in the hallway she shares with Natasha and Wanda!” You yell over your shoulder, willing your legs to push you even harder. So close, y/n, just a few steps more.
The growl he lets loose at your words makes the primal part of your brain present pathetically, wanting nothing more than to let him take you right then and there. Let him pump you full and take care of his needy girl.
But you can’t do that.
As his growls continue, you push yourself the last few feet, straining, straining to reach the handle of your door until finally your grasp it and throw yourself into it, ripping it open and running to your bedroom.
You hear Bucky rampage the foyer, trying to place where the fuck his Omega went. You trip taking off your clothes, you can’t get this damn shirt off. Fuck buttons and fuck Bucky Barnes. Shit, shit, shit.
“Sweet mega. My sweet, sweet ‘mega. Can’t wait to stuff you full, y/n.” Bucky croons lowly as he passes the threshold into your room, staring into you as he watches you struggle. He licks his lips.
One, two beats of silence, both waiting for the shoe to drop.
“Alpha.” Your Omega surrenders, forcing you to bare your mating gland to the Alpha.
“My ‘mega.” Bucky grins, lunging at you.
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a/n: part II up now!!
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black-cat-2 · 4 months
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Okay, so lately I’ve been thinking. Cause I may or may not be a sucker for the omegaverse with Bucky… but in my opinion it’s a little difficult to get this together with the way things actually are - obviously, since those are two different universes.
Anyway, let me walk you through a hypothetical:
Imagine the whole Alpha/Beta/Omega thing to be something normal and natural back in the 40s. But with the things eventually really went (fighting for equal rights and the changes of dynamic in relationships), nature and genes continued to evolve, so the natural ranks are basically distinct nowadays. In the back of their mind people still know what they would be, but that’s it. No heats, no ruts, no claiming or scenting, no knotting, no need to reveal the rank to others, even true mates are rare at this point.
And then there’s Reader. Feeling all those almost ancient things much more than anyone else, thinking that maybe it’s just an oddity of nature. And then comes Bucky into Reader’s life - the guy from the 40s whose body has this whole thing very much in his blood and his genes because back then it was normal. The guy that didn’t find his mate back then before HYDRA got its hands on him. You see where I’m getting…
Anyway, just a thought I’m gonna leave y’all alone with 👀
Have a nice day ^^
If anyone would want to write that, it’d be awesome 🥹💖
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buckgasms · 11 months
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Hello!✨ I know I've already requested but I was wondering that if I can do at least another request, if not that's completely okay. But currently I'm sick and I get cranky when sick so I was wondering if you'd do something, even short. With alpha Bucky and sick omega female reader? Please feel free to ignore my request. Again, I loved the one you did for me with Mafia/Alpha Bucky X reader and the nest. I really love your writing and so it'll mean a lot but please don't overwork yourself. Again feel free to ignore me if you don't want to or can't. Keep up the good work! ✨
My angel!!!! Please don't apologise! Nonnie's and asks are always welcome here, especially when you bring good stuff like this. It might take me a while, but I will get round to it 💛
I'm sorry you were feeling poorly, I hope you are feeling much better now! Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it! ✨
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You woke up with a stuffy head, as if it was packed with cotton wool and every muscle in your body hurt. You were wrapped up in your nest, a blanket tucked up under your chin and your favourite teddy in your arms. The night before you were coming down with a cold but today it clearly had hit you with a vengeance.
Luckily you had the most amazing and intense alpha of all time and he was going to fight your cold on your behalf. You're little moans alerted him to you waking up and he was on you already.
"Easy little omega, take it easy" he cooed as you try to sit up. He guided you upwards and pressed a glass of cold water into your hands. As well as a couple of pills to keep the pain at bay. As you sip he presses his big hand on your cheeks and forehead.
"Tell me know you feel sweetness?" He says as you groan. "Tired and everything hurts" you pout, voice stuffy with flu. "Can't smell you alpha" you whine and he takes the glass from you hand and places it on the side before rolling over you and pulling you into his arms. He presses his lips to your scent gland and licks, sucks and kisses.
An instant warmth spreads over your body, tingles travelling from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and you whine in a more pleased way than before. You briefly untuck yourself from the blankets and climb onto Bucky before wrapping yourself and him up again.
"Do it again please" you whisper, pressing your face into his neck and chest clinging to any scent of his that slips through. He chuckles, a deep rumble that soothes your soul. He presses more kisses and licks to your sensitive neck and you cling to his body as your muscles relax and your eyes close in heady relief.
"Alpha, I don't wanna be sick" you groan, voice muffled by his skin against your lips. He wraps his arms round tighter and sucks a little harder before releasing with a pop. "I know my beautiful Omega, but I'm gonna help you feel better, I promise."
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He spends the day keeping you fed and watered, rubbing your sore limbs and satisfying your omega needs. He lets you latch on to his fingers for comfort, you even have a nap with your head in resting on his thighs because his scent is much stronger in that region and it makes you less edgy and allows you some more sleep. You try to encourage some other activities but he is firm with his no.
"But Alpha! Orgasms make headaches go away!! And Alpha knots make Omegas feel really happy!" He chuckles as you hold back a sneeze and strokes soothing hands through your hair. "Well when you're feeling better Omega, you can have it all you want, but not today sweetness." You pout until he distracts you with kisses and cuddles, along with the promise of what will come later.
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By the end of the day you are a bit better, and he lets you take a nice shower while he changes the bed. When you come out you feel refreshed and you giggle with happiness when he puts his t-shirt on you, so your fresh clean skin is already scented with him. You take your time to rearrange the nest correctly, with Bucky doing much of the 'heavy lifting', like moving blankets and cushions to the right place and finding space for your bear. Eventually, once you feel satisfied you climb back in with Bucky.
"You take such good care of me Alpha" you sigh as you close your eyes and sniffle, still feeling a little worse for wear but happy none the less. His fingers rub circles into your body, following the sounds of your satisfaction as he moves around gently.
"Anything for you my beautiful Omega"
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monster-cock69 · 4 months
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freshley presented peter whose genuinely loving omegahood and traumatized alpha bucky whose trying to relearn himself
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missacidburn928 · 4 months
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It's that time of year again. I wrote this beauty two years ago and it still is my most read fic on ao3. Need a distraction today? Give it a read or re-read.
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Best Served Hot
Family dinner at the compound for the rest of the team to formally meet you. After an encounter with Thor, Bucky decides to make sure that every alpha in the room has no doubt who you belong to. You find out some interesting information about your Alpha and one Steven Grants Rogers that leads the night down a surprising path.
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ladyfallonavenger · 1 year
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The Reluctant Omega
Alpha Bucky/Alpha Steve/Omega Reader
Word Count: 3128
Warnings: Smut – minors DNI, non con, dub con, forcing heat, late presentation, dark intentions, dark behaviour, knotting, mating, use of a taser and deception.
A/N: This is my contribution to Eyre’s Bingo Follower Celebration. I picked the ABO au as I have never written anything for the Omegaverse before and I’m not sure I’ve done it any justice but I have tried because I like to challenge myself and I love reading omegaverse fiction. There are so many talented writers who have written great ABO fiction that made me love it in the first place. So, thank you for all of the inspiration. Thank you Eyre for giving me a chance to really challenge myself with the bingo card too. Including the whole column gave me a lot of scope. My work is not beta read and all of my work (and mistakes) are my own. Please feel free to like, comment and/or reblog. Interaction with those who read my work is something I love doing and I appreciate everyone who does take the time to read my work. Enjoy!
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She thought she could escape the dreaded curse but somehow it managed to not only catch up with her but steamroll her in the process. How could it happen to her? How could she present so late in life? She always assumed that because she’d shown no signs, by her mid-twenties, that she was a beta. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. Invisible enough to carry out her work without drawing unnecessary attention. But presenting as an omega at 35? Surely there was something profoundly wrong. Not only had it knocked her for six, but she was completely unprepared for the changes it would bring to her life.
The moment she knew, she phoned her boss Tony and called in sick explaining her situation. He sympathetically offered her as much time as she needed and the opportunity to work from home for a while when she was ready to work again. He also said he was sending Bruce over to do a routine examination on her as well as offering some help and advice as a fellow omega. Pepper was sending a care package too. Tony agreed that Y/N’s new status would be kept confidential until she was ready to reveal it. While she appreciated all of Tony’s help, she was terrified because her life was going to change. Her body chemistry was altered, and she was going to have to answer to her inner omega and, at some point, an alpha as well – even if she didn’t want one.
She’d seen the way they acted at the AI compound. Bullish, brash and vying for attention – it was typical masculine dominant behaviour. It was something she often found to be amusing and annoying at the same time, but now… now it scared her.
Her meeting with Bruce did nothing to really calm her. He gave her a lot of information and some pamphlets with places to call when in need, but it felt like too much to deal with. After giving her a basic medical exam and taking blood samples, he gave her a small bottle of suppressants in case she felt the need to stave off her heat for a while. When he left, she just sank down on her sofa and cried as she tried to comprehend what was going on.
A week had passed since she presented, and she felt ready to return to work. When she got to the office, what she wasn’t prepared for were the pheromones that assaulted her. Her senses and emotions were more heightened. She rooted herself in her office to try and avoid everyone and just get on. She was disturbed by a knock. Looking up, she smiled at Nat. Nat entered and closed the door behind her. She hugged Y/N and pulled up a seat at the desk.
“Seems someone has presented” Nat sheepishly grinned. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the face Nat pulled.
“Yeah, I’m a late bloomer it seems” Y/N admitted feeling a bit self-conscious. “I have to admit that I’m scared though” her confession tugged at her friend’s heart and given that Nat was not known for open shows of emotion, her getting up and embracing Y/N in assurance was a bit of a surprise.
“It’s ok to be scared. Your whole life has changed drastically. Just remember that you aren’t alone and have support ok” her words comforted Y/N, “a word of warning though – your scent is new and very pungent because it’s new. You may get some unwanted attention. I can speak to Tony about setting up some protection for you if you want” Nat’s words were laced with concern. She knew what the other alphas were like. She didn’t want them going feral and acting less than gentlemanly. Y/N thanked her and watched her leave allowing Y/N to go back to her paperwork.
Around lunch time, Steve and Bucky were heading towards the communal kitchen and dining area. Having finished training some Shield Agents for the day, they were looking forward to what might be a quieter afternoon. Both stopped in their tracks. They could smell a new scent, one that was foreign to them. It was an omega. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the sensations the scent gave him. A mixture of musky rose, plum and fresh home fire. Home. That was the only way to describe it. They moved quickly to the kitchen and stopped seeing Y/N making a fresh pot of coffee and setting out sandwich and salad platters for the Avengers. She looked up almost alarmed by the influx of two different but strong scents.
“Y/N, are you?” Bucky began only to be met with a nod.
“You’re an omega?” Steve asked in disbelief, “when did this happen? I thought you were a beta” he quizzed as he began to put food on a plate.
“Last week. I’m just as surprised” she answered. Bucky made his way over to Y/N and warmly cuddled her. His scent of bergamot, pine and leather was overpowering but in a way that made her feel at ease.
“It must be a scary change for you. I’m no stranger to scary changes so if you need to talk, I’m here” he smiled brightly at her, his blue eyes focused on her. She thanked him as he took her plate from her and led her to the dining table. Once she was settled, he went off to get himself some food and to bring coffee over for both him and Y/N. Steve sat opposite Y/N at the dining table. Taking a small bite of the pastrami sandwich, he focused his gaze on Y/N. It was almost as though he was studying her. Her scent was intoxicating, and he could help but suddenly see her in a different light. She was always a good and quiet woman, obedient with her work. Maybe she would be as obedient in the bedroom, he grinned darkly to himself as he thought of her taking him and being the good little omega begging for more until he filled her with his pups. He couldn’t help but feel aroused at having an omega to call his own. It was a thought he always kept at the back of his mind. One that he felt he’d address when the time was right. He was no stranger to women. Omegas and betas throwing themselves at him, all trying to be the mate of Captain America. But they didn’t see Steve Rogers, they just saw the golden boy in the media. The man with a plan who always liked to save the world. Blond, blue eyed and a body like an Adonis, Steve could be classed as the ‘perfect’ alpha. If he was just good old Cap that would be correct. However, Steve Rogers was a very different kettle of fish, one with a side most women couldn’t keep up with, couldn’t meet the demands of and couldn’t manage to get him to knot. He tried several times, whether an omega wanted to or not. He had not yet been sated and had grown weary of looking. But maybe, just maybe things were looking up for him with Y/N presenting so suddenly.
She felt his gaze on her and glanced up at him with a nervous smile. Bucky left them (promising to be back) so that he could take an important phone call.
“Is everything ok Steve?” she quizzed noting a darkness in his eyes.
“Everything is fine Omega. In fact, it is more than fine, it is perfect” he grinned. That unsettling feeling washed over her. She could tell that Steve was thinking something over, but he seemed very different. She also noted he didn’t call her by her name but by her designation, it seemed surreal to have him do so, she never imagined him doing that for no reason and it was concerning. She shuffled her feet awkwardly and looked straight down at her lap. For the first time ever she felt uncomfortable in the presence of Steve Rogers. Friday cut the tension telling Y/N she was wanted by Tony for an urgent meeting that had just arisen. Feeling relieved, Y/N excused herself and made a beeline for Tony’s office. Steve’s jaw ticked. He was not happy at having an opportunity plucked from him. Maybe he needed to be more strategic about taking what the world owed him.
The following day, Y/N was working from a new office nearer Tony’s. There were security cameras installed and she was given a new residence at the compound. Tony wanted to ensure she was looked out for. After the meeting they had, he listened to her as she sobbed about not wanting an alpha, not wanting to be so sensitive and wishing she could go back to not knowing. While he couldn’t take her designation away, he did offer her more security. Nat was over the moon to have Y/N living at the compound now and had begun planning movie night straight away.
Y/N was filling out a report when a familiar and comforting scent wafted into her new office. It was Bucky. He stood in the doorway with a docile grin on his face and waited for her to invite him in. Waving him over, she stood up and greeted him with a hug.
“I hear you live with us now” he spoke with excitement. She nodded.
“I do, Tony organised it all for me. He is just concerned with this whole shit-show I’ve experienced over the last few days” she offered as an explanation. They walked over to the sofa in her office and sat together.
“How do you feel about it all?” he asked as he held her hands in his.
“Honestly Buck? I’m terrified. I feel like I’ve lost claim over my own identity. I don’t have a choice in my designation, and I have to give myself to an alpha. I never pictured that as being part of my future” she rested her head on his shoulder and he leaned his head on hers. The pain in her voice was like a knife in his chest. She’d always been there for him from the moment he hid from Hydra. He wanted to be there for her too.
“Doll, I’m here for you whatever you need ok” he offered pressing his lips to her forehead. She was about to speak when Steve coughed alerting them to his presence. He entered the office and stood in front of them.
“Not interrupting anything am I?” he asked with a hint of annoyance. Bucky shook his head as he and Y/N stood up. “Good, Buck you are needed downstairs. Something about a therapist” Steve informed. Bucky apologised to Y/N and left. She moved around Steve to the front of her desk. She was just moving a file when she felt Steve press into her from behind.
“Steve what are you doing?” she asked feeling uncomfortable at how he was acting.
“Omega, you didn’t greet me properly” he huskily whispered as he ran his nose along the plane of her neck and over her scent gland. She tried not to respond to his actions but knew he was imposing his alpha on her.
“Good morning alpha” she spoke through gritted teeth as he slipped her skirt upwards a little. Instantly she was met with a harsh smack on her buttocks. She yelped and tried to ignore the reaction between her thighs. Steve grinned smelling that reaction as a hint of slick trickled.
“I dreamt about you all night omega” his whispers sent shockwaves through her as he moved his hand around her and up to her clothed mound. He started to run his fingers over it feeling slick begin to drip. She was becoming more pliable in his grip. “I was fucking you so hard you begged me to fill you with my pups” his words were stoking her arousal. Clean cut Captain America’s dirty mouth was having an effect on her that she didn’t want. His long fingers slipped under her panties, the wetness coating them and flowing more freely. She tried to stifle a moan, not wanting to concede to her biology but he began to toy with her and whisper in her ear. He was about to take it a step further as he began to reach down to his zipper when the emergency call to arms alarm went off. He kissed her ear and promised to return and finish the job, but she couldn’t allow him to. Omega or not, this was still her body, and she had a choice. When Y/N straightened herself up and turned around, she came face to face with Tony.
“Friday alerted me to his actions. I’m so sorry Y/N. Is there anyone who I can get to sit with you and keep you safe?” he was really worried having seen the real Steve Rogers. Y/N told Tony what she felt was best and straight away Tony set off to clear things up before Steve could get his hands on what he thought was his.
Bucky had been summoned to Tony’s office. Nat and Pepper were waiting there. The looks on their faces told him something wasn’t right.
“Tin man, thanks for joining us so quickly” Stark spoke as Bucky stood by the chair in front of Tony’s desk. Noting the presence of both Nat and Pepper, he figured there was an issue around Y/N.
“What’s going on Tony?” he asked.
“Rogers is being problematic. We’ve had to move Y/N to one of my surplus cabins for safety”.
“I don’t follow?” Bucky responded furrowing his eyebrows.
“He tried to force himself on Y/N using alpha commands” Nat spoke clearly. Bucky’s eyes panned as he realised what went on.
“Is she ok?”
“He’s forced her into to her first heat. He doesn’t know it and we’ve had to get Scott to take her to a safehouse I own but have never used. We’re telling you because she said you make her feel safe and she is awaiting your presence”. Tony’s voice was laced with concern, Pepper hugged him, she could see the toll the stress was taking.
“I’ve put together a care package for you to give to her. It contains her favourite snacks, toiletries, extra clothes, and any other things she might want,” Nat informed, “it’s in the car downstairs” she added handing him the keys. He nodded and was about to leave when Pepper stopped him.
“Bucky take plenty of clothes and pillows, blankets from your room. She’ll build a nest filled with your scent as a haven” she advised. Thanking her for the advice, he left hurriedly. If anything, it would give him a chance to tell Y/N of his feelings for her.
He couldn’t have predicted how good it felt, he was fully sheathed in her, her cries for him to knot her went straight to his core. When he turned up, she let him help her build a nest because she needed to feel safe, and he was only too happy to oblige. The assurances that she was safe in her nest with him soothed Y/N’s anxiety and he kept to his word tending her every whim until it got too much and he was the only one to scratch the metaphorical itch. She’d presented so easily for him; the way he whispered to her how he felt, the admitting his need for her had her submitting to her alpha. She never thought she would, but her heat made her realise she needed one and he promised he would be the alpha she needed and wanted. Her inner thighs were totally soaked with slick as he thrusted into her, she used his designation like a mantra as she begged for more. He supported Y/N’s body to his chest as he kept fucking her like a man on a mission. He knew the moment he was inside her that, although he was the alpha, she had his heart and soul in a way no one could ever understand. He breathed into her ear while building a strong rhythm that he wanted her to mark him the way he’d do so to her when mating her. She was breathless and agreed but wanted now to be about her alpha claiming her.
“Tell me you want this omega” he whispered to her, his hand wrapping lightly around her throat.
“I want this alpha, I want you, I want your pups” she pleaded as he licked her mating gland, she whined as he did so, feeling their bond grow deeper, her hindbrain just crying out for him to bite. As his knot began to swell.
“Tell me again doll, I need to know you want this” his staccato alpha tone commanded.
“I want you to make me yours alpha” she replied almost screaming in euphoria as his knot caught and he sunk his teeth deep into her mating gland.
Collapsing in a sweaty mess, they stayed entangled in the sheets. He continued to pay attention to the care of her mating gland, careful to in the way he handled her. She was precious to him. His queen. As his knot went down, he slipped out of her and carried her to a waiting bubble bath. Kissing her gently he washed her back softly and kissed her shoulder before allowing her some privacy to bathe while he sorted out her nest once again. He felt the connection deeply, it had changed him in some way, and he couldn’t pinpoint how but he felt complete. He was so focused on making the nest a safe and loving space that it was only when he heard a struggle that he turned around and grinned upon remembering the guest tied up in the walk-in wardrobe. Slipping some underwear on, he went and collected his ‘friend’, holding a high voltage taser to his neck as he walked him downstairs to the door. Despite his struggle, Bucky knew that one false move could render him dead if Steve had his way.
“Bucky you were just too late. Scott told me the plan, so I was able to anticipate her needs. I always get my way and my omega wants me. How about you drive back to Tony and tell him mission failed. Oh, and tell Bruce that the pheromone suppressant spray works so well. Neither of us could smell you, Tony telling Bruce it should marketed like a deodorant can is genius because you fell for it. Now get out of here, I have my precious omega to serve” Steve beamed before tasering him in the neck again and throwing him out of the cabin. Now that Steve had his omega, he didn’t care about anything else.
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dirtytomatoedwrites · 9 months
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The Darker Days of Me & Him
DARK DRABBLE SERIES - PT3
Paring: Dark Alpha!Bucky X Fem Omega!Reader
Warning:  18+ ONLY. Mature dark themes.
Summary: Dark drabbles of an A/B/O relationship with Bucky. 1200 words.
A/N: I don’t know the ins and out of a A/B/O relationship. So excuse my errors if it’s not factually correct. This is just my playful take on it.  Not betaed any mistakes made are my own.  Feel free to check out the other date in the drabble series,  January 10th | February 13th for more content.
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February 14th
"Here," Bucky whispered.
In front of your face was a plate of food, held aloft by vibranium fingers - a few washed strawberries and ruby-red grapes, a glass of orange juice, and toast; golden brown and evenly buttered. But despite the tempting spread, it did nothing for your appetite. Weakly, you pushed the plate away.
"You need to eat," Bucky urged, his voice low and steady.
But the mere thought of food made your stomach churn. "I'm not hungry," you grumbled, the sour taste of bile rising in your throat.
Undeterred, Bucky drew closer, the weight of his presence causing the mattress to dip. "It doesn't matter," he asserted. "You're only on day two of your heat. You need to keep up your strength."
"I’m fine, Bucky." Dismissively, you turned your head away, but he's on you in a heartbeat, fingers pressed into the hallow of your cheeks as he forced you to look him in the eye.
“The only reason you’re not doubled over in pain right now is because I'm taking care of you." He glanced at the mottled skin on your neck, a reminder of his ravenous kisses. "There's only so much sex can do..." he murmured as he met your gaze for the second time. "You need fuel. You need food. "
You couldn't help but scoff at his words, your eyes darting to the ceiling as you fought back the tears threatening to spill over. It was ironic that he had to remind you of his so-called acts of kindness, as if he wasn't the very reason for your current predicament. As if he didn't relish in watching you crumble beneath him, defiling and filling you again and again.
Your attention was briefly caught as Bucky plucked a succulent strawberry from the plate.  He brushed the fruit against your dry lips as he offered it to you. To an outsider, it may have appeared as a sensual exchange between two lovers.  But to you, it was a painful reminder that your bond with him was not one of choice, but of cruel, unrelenting force.
"Open," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
You bristled at the order, your body tense with fury as you glared at him. But deep down, you knew there was no point in resisting. You were his, in every sense of the word, and there was nothing you could do to change that. With a heavy heart, you parted your lips, allowing him to feed you the strawberry. As soon as you opened your mouth, he pushed the fruit inside.
"Chew," he rasped, watching your mouth chew slowly. Bile rose at the back of your throat as you struggled to swallow. The moment you choked it down, he shoved another past your lips. Bucky remained silent as he continued to feed you fruit, his eyes darting between yours and your mouth, while you looked everywhere else except at him.
You had finished the strawberries, and Bucky was making his way through the grapes. He was placing them into your mouth one at a time when you felt it, the lurch in the pit of your stomach. It was instantaneous, and your temperature spiked from the rush. Breaking out into a cold sweat you pushed his hand away and fanned your face in panic. You whined in horror as the tingle in your core intensified and gnawed at your insides. In haste, you thought about touching yourself, but after numerous trials and errors over the last 30 hours, it became clear that masturbation could not satisfy your heat. You whimpered, and Bucky immediately came to your aid.
Placing the plate on the wooden floor beside his feet, Bucky's fingers immediately found the nape of your neck and pulled you close.
It felt like a balm spreading from your lips and cooling your insides as soon as he kissed you. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, knowingly, hungrily, devouring every taste and sensation within you until he pulled back with a hooded gaze.
"Ple-" you paused, embarrassed that you had to once again plead with the man who forced his mark on you to end your suffering. Instead, you jerked the sheet off your naked body, your fingers tangled between your legs.
The sight of you touching yourself, lips parted and expression pleading was enough for Bucky to shift between your thighs. He removed your hand and slid his palm to your pussy.  You gasped at the contact, your fingers digging into his biceps, your toes curling. Your body trembled and bucked helplessly beneath him while he slowly thumbed your clit.  Two thick vibranium fingers made its way between your slick soaked lips and pushed its way deep within your weeping slit.
You’re sure his aim is to make sure you were ready and wet but you were well beyond foreplay.  You were burning alive, belly gnawing from the inside out and shaking with a need that had you wailing “Just do it already, Bucky.  Just fuck me.”
With a growl, Bucky balanced his weight on his flesh arm while wet vibranium fingers pushed down his sweatpants, his hardened cock bouncing between your thighs. He deliberately slapped his dick against your soaked pussy, leaving sharp aftershocks and coating him well in your slick.  His tongue entered your mouth just as he forced himself inside you.  Your pussy clenching in protest against his thick cock. But even as you whined into his mouth at the intrusion, he felt like heaven.  It felt like he belonged.
“Hard-” you gasped and Bucky complied. Gripping your thighs Bucky folded your legs against your chest.  Keeping you wide open as he fucked you without restraint. Your muscles tensed and stretched, trying desperately not to tear under the force of it.
Bucky leant forward, his mouth fervently placing open-mouthed kisses along your neck. The proximity between his face and yours allowed you to discern the intricate shades of blue that composed his pupils. It struck you that while his eyes appeared calm, a tempestuous storm raged within your own.
Bucky meticulously monitored your every movement, acutely aware of the slightest shifts in your breathing and the desperate sounds escaping your lips. The unwavering intensity emanating from his gaze unnerved you and instinctively you looked away. Yet, Bucky swiftly seized your chin, his grip compelling you to meet his penetrating gaze.
“Don't- don't hide from me." was all he said before stealing your breath with a suffocating kiss.
You felt your spine bow and strain as he moved inside of you, pushing you past the limits of pleasure and pain. Every thrust was relentless yet precise, as if he was trying to stake his claim on you with every movement. His gaze never wavered from yours, and you could feel yourself blurring his features in an effort to escape the intensity of his stare.
His muscles flexed beneath your fingers as his hips continued their hypnotic rhythm, until finally, a deep moan escaped your throat and your climax crashed through you like a thunderstorm, marking its passage with tingles that spread through your entire body. Pinned beneath him, Bucky pounded your pussy until his seed flooded you.  He groaned as he filled you, the sound a mixture of relief and overwhelming pleasure. You couldn’t help but preen at the sound a byproduct of your blood bond.
He stayed there for a long moment afterwards, languidly kissing your neck and stroking your hair before finally withdrawing from you. The rush of sensations had left you dizzied and drained, yet still humming with faint energy that refused to be quelled. Bucky shifted to face you, propping himself up on one elbow as he tenderly wiped away the tears that had begun to spill down your cheeks.
"It'll get easier," he whispered as his vibranium hand gently brushed away the last of your tears. But even in the twilight darkness of the room, you could see the doubt that lingered in his eyes. You could tell he did not believe them.
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winterspiderpurrs · 8 months
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It was a normal Thursday at the compound. Thursday was one of the rare days that Peter didn't have his college classes, no internship, and he waits til dusk or later to start his Spidermaning. So he was taking up his normal midday past time.
Napping.
It's not often he gets down time. But Bucky really started forcing him to rest.
So here they were; Peter and Bucky spooning. Peter with his noise canceling headphones that Tony made for him to sleep in. It's so much noisier in the day time. Peter in the cute pajama set that Natasha got him, Bucky just in his boxer briefs.
Peter is knocked out, Bucky is relaxing, just on the edge of sleep. Move his metal hand over Peter's stomach, just lightly rubbing. His eyes fly open, he spreads his fingers and slightly presses. It's faint. But it's there. He starts piecing it together. While Peter's abs are still in great shape, they aren't as sharp as they used to be. Lower stomach slightly pouchy.
Peter was an Omega. He should of had a heat 2 weeks ago. He remembered someone complaining about it cause they were all away on a mission. It's happened where one heats skip... but everything is pointing to the only conclusion.
Peter is pregnant and he doesn't knownit yet....
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fsbc-librarian · 8 months
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purpleicedteas · 3 months
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Practice
by purpleicedteas
“I'm ready, too, Stevie. I just think—” Bucky sighed, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I just think we should practice.” Steve blinked. “Practice.” “Yeah. For pups. It takes some couples several cycles, so if we want to get pregnant, we need to be ready for next week.” Steve’s cheeks flushed. “Right.” “Wouldn’t want to waste a round, right?” “Right.”
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1800jjbarnes · 11 months
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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
【Synopsis】 : You and Bucky have a huge fight just before your heat starts. Now you have to choose; lose the argument and apologise or be a brat and see what happens.
『Word count』 : 2.05k
Paring: Alpha!Wolf!Bucky x Bunny!Hybrid!Reader
[Warnings] : Objectification. Swearing. Hate sex. Spanking. Using a belt to tie the reader up. Fingering, dirty talk. Pet name. Use of the words slut, whore and bitch. Heavy degradation. Choking. Crying kink. Little cum eating. Lots of body fluids. Pussy slapping. Big dick Bucky. Angst. Angry Bucky. Fighting. Some fluff at the end, I guess.
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Frustration brewed in Bucky as he paced the halls of the pack grounds. He didn’t mean what he said to you. But his pride refused to let him apologise first. Yes, you were both in the wrong, and you both were well aware of that. But the heated argument didn’t stop until you walked out of the room. Storming to your shared living quarters without him. He stays in the main hall for a while. Keeping his distance from anyone. And if anyone dared to speak to their angry leader, he would growl in a tone that scared anyone's wolf away.
It had only been a couple of hours. Four? Five? Heck, it was probably going on six at this point. His wolf was howling, begging for him to just give up this silent no-talking game that you and Bucky had started. But no, he needed you to apologize first. So, after finally stopping his frustrated pacing, he went to his study to try and get work done in order to distract himself. It worked for maybe five minutes before he threw some papers—that were most likely important— on the floor.
Fuck it. He thought, getting up to make a quick stride over to his living quarters but when he aggressively opened his study room door he is suddenly met with a sight he didn’t know he was going to witness for another week.
“B-Buck...” It was you. Carrying a sad pout and clenched thighs. He could smell your arousal leaking out of you. Your eyes were already glossed over and full of desperation. Through the fight, he completely misread the date, forgetting your heat was approaching. It took every fibre in his being not to pounce on you then and there. God, you smelt amazing.
“Come to apologize, I see.” His cockiness grew, knowing you would have to apologize now, and then you can both just forget about the silly fight. But little did he know you weren't going to give up that easily either. Even if you were on your heat and desperately craved him. Two can play the game, and by swearing to the moon goddess herself, you were going to try everything in order to win. Even if that means you make him even madder than he already is.
“No. It's you who should apologize.” You bit at him, while his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you inside the room before closing the door with your body. He had you pinned. Unable to move. Just how he liked it. His cocky smile stayed plastered on his face, tilting his head slightly he whispered against your neck.
“Hmm from what I can remember, it is you who started this. And besides, it seems you have a problem only I can fix. So I think you better start begging for forgiveness.” His hot breath tickled your skin. He was teasing your body, wanting to bend you. Break you. But you pushed him away slightly, showing fire burning in your eyes.
“I swear to fucking god James if you don’t do something, I will go to your fucking beta and ask him to fuck me.” you pulled him by his collar so your lips could graze his ear while his cocky expression slowly turned into one of anger. “I’m sure as hell he would be more than happy to oblige and make me cum.”
Oh, that sent him over the edge. His vision turned red as he gripped your waist before lifting you up over his shoulder. His hand landed a harsh smack on your ass sending a shiver down your spine. Your heat surge threw you like a sweetened pain, making you grip the hem of Bucky's shirt. You tug it up seeing his toned back with your upside-down view. It didn’t take long for your lover to make it to your bedroom, practically throwing you. You land on the soft comforter on your bed, pushing your face against the fluffy duvet as you watch Bucky with hooded eyes. All your anger and frustration was gone, and suddenly, the only thing you cared for was to have him in any way, shape, or form.
“Buckyy…” you groan, wanting him near you. He watched you with a smirk like he was enjoying your struggle. The tilt of his head proved just that, bending down to grab your chin, pulling you towards him. You thought he was still mad, unaffected by your heat. And you were partly right. He was still angry about what happened, but his mind was slowly losing control the more and more he took in your scent. He had always been caring and sweet in and out of the bedroom. He never wanted to hurt you in any way. But now. Now he saw raw anger-fueled lust, and he needed to release the emotions, and your body seemed to be the perfect toy for it.
“You know that I respect you, right?” He whispers in a softer tone than before, almost as if he held perfect composure. His fingers that gripped your chin moved to squish your cheeks together. Your lips pouted from the action, making you look pathetic to him.
“Yes,” you tried to speak, but his grip was tight. Your hips wiggled in anticipation, seeing his free hand reach for his belt, undoing it with ease.
“Because I’m about to fuck you with nothing but disrespect.”
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Your hands were tied with the very belt he wore. Your naked form was on display just for him while he was still in his dress pants. You wanted to see all of him, have all of him. But you knew you shouldn’t dare ask for more. His fingers were sitting deep inside you, fucking you through yet another orgasm. You were so desperate for more, but you also begged for him to stop. But he didn’t listen. Your sweet scent, rich cherry with hints of vanilla, is infused in his veins and lingers on his skin like a tattoo. Those soft, whimpery sounds you make when his fingers are inside you are most alluring as the way your eyes glazed over, rolling back when he finds an especially good spot. It’s almost as irresistible as the way you would cling to him, clawing his back when it all becomes too much for your body to handle while he fucks you hard.
He’s so greedy for all of it. He can’t get enough of you. No matter how much you give, he wants more, wants to give you more of himself in return.
And it’s all your fault.
“You dirty fucking slut. Wanting another man to please you when you know for a fact I'm the only one who can make this pussy come.” He growled, leaning over your thrashing body, licking your mate mark, and taking in your scent. You didn’t even try and make a snarky comeback, just moaning out a choked please over and over like a broken record instead.
“Who knew my precious baby liked to be fucked like a whore.” He smirks feeling you clench around his fingers “You want that Doll? Want me to use this body as a toy? Fill it up with my cum for my own pleasure?”
“Yes Yes Yes Please! Fuck James!!” You screamed, cumming for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Tears ran down, staining your cheeks. Your lips were puffy and red, swollen from the makeout. God, you were so beautiful in this moment. He wished he could print this image in his mind forever. He pulled his fingers out from your leaking hole, seeing your cum spill on the bed. He had to chuckle at how many times he made you cum just with his fingers.
“Pathetic.” He taped your lips with his cum soaked fingers, wanting you to take them in your mouth. You obeyed the silent command, sucking your release off while he uses his free hand to unbuckle his pants so he could be free of them.
“Turn around now. And I swear to god, if you try and run, I’ll tie you back down and leave you here with a vibrator connected to you. Understand.” He spat out, growling in his alpha voice, making your wolf howl in a plea. You nodded but he wanted words, so he slapped your pussy, making you jump at the shock. “Words. Bitch.”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?” He reached for the belt, waiting for your response before he opened the clasp.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Good Girl.” The clasp clicks, freeing your red and soon-to-be bruised wrists. You take no second chances, turning around, lifting your ass in the air for him to see you in full display. He stood at the end of the bed with a smirk plastered on his face. You were presenting yourself just for him.
Bucky could barely stand any more brief seconds his cock was not in your warm, tight pussy, immediately getting on the bed before rolling his hips to get deep inside you with one swift motion. There’s no way he’s stopping now, he can’t stop, not until he’s gotten orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of you, like before.
He drops his weight on top of you and his sweet scent, smoked Maple, and spiced citrus drifts around you in hazy waves. You could get high off his smell alone. Teeth graze your bonding mark, the wide pad of his thumb finds your aching clit, ruthlessly circling it, sensations skitter across your skin and he grinds into you, your pussy stretched tight around his thick cock, the veiny ridges sliding against your velvety walls, leaving you so full you don’t know if you want to push him out and beg for a reprieve or clench down and beg for more.
“Cum for me? There you go, give it to me. My dirty little slut,” he grunts, “Gonna fill your tight little pussy again and again and then I’m gonna shove every drop of my cum back inside you, gonna keep you. Yeah, that’s it, fuck—such a good baby, giving me what I need, so fucking tight and warm and soft, fuck fuck I can't-,”
He breaks off, losing control for a moment. The frustration finally started to wash away. His metal hand, retches upwards, snaking around your throat in order to pull you up along with his body. But his grip tightens, making your head spin in pure pleasure. You clenched around him from his actions, letting him know you enjoy the feeling just as he enjoys the feeling of his fingers wrapped perfectly around your fragile neck. His filthy words had pushed you to the brink, blinding hot sensations flowing through your veins but it’s the way he loses control, his words slurring together, his pace quickening, becoming erratic and sloppy, thrust after deep, smooth thrust that set off your orgasm.
An indescribable noise escaped your slacked mouth, your vision blurring, and your body tensing as Bucky fucks you through. His moans stream in your ear, pushing you higher and higher until you break with a quiet sob, falling back to the sheets, pliant and sated when he finally lets your neck go. Bucky is quick to follow, chasing his own high as soon as he felt your orgasms, warmth flooding your body as he cums. His hips jerked once, twice, three times, desperately trying to push it back inside you even as it seeps around his cock.
A moment of silence is finally placed. No more anger. No more wild emotions. Just heavy breathing and fast-pumping hearts. He slid his cock out of you, swiftly turning you around so he could cage your body under him in a tight, warm hug. Was he now the one crying?
“I’m sorry…” He finally said, giving up on the whole fight entirely. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer. Enough for your face to slot against his neck, feeling safe in his arms, surrounded by his scent.
“I’m sorry too…”
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casbellion · 1 year
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Omega Mine (Part II)
Part I Part II
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: alpha!bucky sees you wearing his dog tags for the first time.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: s m u t
𝐚/𝐧: here's part 2!! hoping to make this a series, but until then my requests are open <3
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You can't hear anything except the blood whooshing past your ears, the throbbing in your core growing more painful the longer Bucky pins you with his stare. Your hands are trembling, but not because of the adrenaline rushing through your veins...is the floor moving?
You scan your surroundings, blood calming enough for you to hear a low rumble from the area. Your blood runs cold.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You need to move. Your brain is muddled with the knee-weakening scent of one super soldier Sergeant, who was currently heaving at the door and the cause of that rumble absolutely feral growl. You need to fix this. If your Alpha is just going to stand there and make the inside of your brain turn into a vanilla-scented candy shop - you won't stop him. Why not speed up the process, hm?
He snarls at the sudden shift in your posture; shoulders squaring, chin up. Why aren't you submitting?
Your grin grows as you run your hand up your torso, stopping to grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. Purposefully avoiding the Alpha's gaze, you slowly pull the straps of your bra down, moaning as you graze your nipples through the materia-
"You're cute, Y/N," You frowned as Bucky seemed unfazed by your actions. Not Omega? Was your show not enough - oh god what if he isn't attracted to you and this is one big prank to get you back for the team and Steve is right around the corner?
"I think you've pulled enough out of your sleeves, little one," You gulped when he saw the subtle roll of your hips against the seam of your jeans. "I think you've forgotten that us Alpha's know how to make our Omega's forget their own name."
Your eyes narrow at the cocky smirk he's now sporting. He wouldn't. But secretly you know that he absolutely would.
He takes a step. You know at this point you must be releasing filthy pheromones, further confirmed by the bursting zipper you can't seem to stray your eyes from.
While you were distracted you don't seem to notice his shifted position until his hand slides up your back and smoothes over your nape and he squeezes.
Of course he did it. You echo the whine from the living room, but this time your Omega howls because she's finally going to be sated. Taken care of. Absolutely pounded until the only thing she knows is safe and Alpha.
"Gonna take care of you, Mega," Buck grumbles, grappling at your clothes in record time. His own designation is clawing at his mind to be set free.
Protect
Mate
Breed.
"Gonna fuck you deep and full in your nest. Such a good ‘Mega, aren't you? Making your Alpha a nest to pump you full of my pups in." You preened at Bucky's growly words, arching your now bare body towards his, eyes hazed over with the primal instincts screaming at you in your mind.
Bucky breathes through his mouth, trying to reign himself in. He needs to get you in your nest now. Naked.
But his Omega has other plans.
You're not stupid, you knew what you were doing. You've attended Sex Ed. You know what it does to them, how it releases the most primal part of their brain. Even considered illegal in some countries because of the power it holds over them. You used to rub your wet heat, writhing at the thought of using it on your future Alpha; Bucky being the Alpha your brain supplied every single time.
You wanted him, all of him, and being the gentleman he was you knew he wouldn't give it to you unless you asked his Alpha. So she does.
You giggled at Bucky struggling with his jeans, looking into his eyes with your best 'helpless Omega' face. God, they're so predictable.
thump.
thump.
you feel the throb in your core. it's time.
"Alpha." Your Omega whines, her tone being one taught for generations as the equivalent to the Alpha's Command, except more primal. It calls to every Alpha's wolf, essentially compelling them to fuck the Omega senseless in every way possible.
You watched as Bucky stilled, your breath hitching in your throat.
"Omega." Bucky's Alpha roared, breaking through his mental confines. You felt the power behind his scent seep into your pores, filling your body with the need to present for him. So you do.
Bucky gives up trying to get his jeans off, ripping them down the sides as he watches you stuff your face into your nest (which you don't think he notices most of his dirty boxers in, but of course he has.) and present your dripping pussy for him. He can't wait anymore, he needs to breed. Fuck. Mate.
"I'm ready Alpha, please." You chant, pushing your quivering hole towards him farther.
Bucky forcefully grabs your hips, breaching you with his cock as he growls into your neck. One, two thrusts until he's fully sheathed. You both throw your heads back in a howl, finally feeling whole.
"Mine, my 'mega. G'na fuck you, gonna stuff you full." His tongue laves over your mating gland, your eyes squeezing shut as you gasp his name. His hips are careening you up to the headboard as he fucks you within an inch of your life. God, you should've done this sooner.
"Alpha!" You wail, clenching around his cock as the burning white-hot ball in your belly grows with each perfectly aimed hit to the spongy heaven inside of you. Of course your Alpha would immediately find it, the slick bastard.
Bucky continues thrusting, now nibbling on your gland as his teeth ache with the need to brand you. He feels his knot begin to swell as you clench around him so beautifully.
He takes note of your fucked out body, drool gathering on the sheets as your conscious begins to float away. You can't describe the euphoric place he's taking you to, each thrust at a time.
He licks his lips at the site of your exposed gland and his own drool collecting as his teeth begin to grind against each-other, salivating at the faint whisper of what the moment he sinks his fangs into your neck would feel like. He scrunches his face to hold back his knot, the image making his balls lurch with years of stored cum just for you. His pretty 'Mega.
But he can't mate you like this.
You feel your Alpha pull out, whining and clawing desperately at the sheets in an attempt to get him back inside of you. He flips you over so quickly you land with a huff.
"Never going to leave this heat, doll. Gonna keep you round with my cum forever, right here in our nest" Bucky growls, re-entering you in a swift thrust. You gasp, throwing your head back as you are thrown headfirst into your orgasm. Bucky feels his knot swell, growling at the pitiful throbbing in his teeth and he leans down to your neck, scenting you before he bites.
Well, your Omega hesitates, for a split second, that her alpha isn't content. So she does it again.
"Alpha." She howls this time, clenching your walls around his cock as tight as you can.
Bucky growls as you milk what he feels is another gallon from his knot and bites into your gland to claim you as his. You're thrown into the best orgasm you've ever had, scratching through the skin on Bucky's back as your Omega preens with contentment.
Finally, yours and Bucky's wolfs are calm.
"Mine," You register the words Bucky's chanting into your neck as he licks your wound.
"Yes Alpha, I'm yours. My big oaf of an Alpha." You giggle whimsically, gliding your fingers through the knots at the base of his head. Your head has never felt so..so light.
Bucky glows under your attention, nuzzling and sending contentment through your fresh bond. You've never felt so peaceful. Homey. Except-
"Ow, baby, what the fuck is poking me?" You grumble as you push past the grumbling super soldier laving his tongue and teeth anywhere he can reach, trying to find whatever's digging into your boob.
God damn it.
The fucking dog tags.
Bucky giggles, kissing you with so much force you know your lips will be bruised tomorrow. But you know what he means; they're yours now.
"Love you forever, Mega Mine." Bucky grumbles as his hips gently coerce you into another pitiful orgasm.
And yeah. You're definitely paying for this prank later.
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title: behind the thick glass wall | b.barnes
characters: alpha!bucky barnes, omega!you!reader
summary: it's hard being an omega, but it's even harder to see your alpha on a date with another omega.
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it was cold. literally. you've gone to several mission with temperature below zero but the december wind seems to be eating your flesh.
you hugged yourself tighter, hands clamp into fists inside your jacket pockets (as if that would help that much) as you stood behind a thick glass wall, overlooking a couple who were having a good time.
you're keen to throw yourself inside. part of it because of the cold you could barely contain, but another part of you (this one is bigger) is because jealousy. how could a man look happier with a woman he barely knew?
bucky was making a joke, you're sure of it. that's how he was with women aside from you. his tight face loosened as he smiled at leah, showing his oh-so-friendly face. his eyes even sparkle under the yellow lights of the bar. he screamed romantic alpha, one that you could never have.
you can feel your heart shattering inside your chest, but not like you have an option here. you're just an omega whom genetically cannot produce that sweet pheromone that could make your alpha yearn for you. you're an omega who's genetically broken.
your breath hitched when you saw bucky reached leah's hand. how you wished it was your hand instead of leah's that he was reaching because you long for his touch. and you could blame it on failed missions, where bucky had to carry you in his arms, his fingertips grazing against your bare skin without being intended to. but since then, you can't forget what his touch felt like and you wanted more.
leah smiled and thing that you dreaded the most happened right in front of your eyes: leah reciprocating bucky's interest towards her. she linked her fingers with bucky's. it made bucky tensed for a few short seconds (and you wished you could smell him from the outside to know if he's somewhat uncomfortable with leah's gesture) but soon relaxed under leah's touch.
your heart broke even more.
as you punished yourself watching the lovely lovebirds, a cough attracted your attention. this time, it was your turn to tense. though, if anything, you'd rather call yourself alert. being an agent always has its advantage. you're ready to pounce on the incomer, but a familiar smell hits your nose. you cool down immediately.
it's mister nakajima.
"i don't believe that's how you attract the man you want, merely staring at him," standing a few steps behind your shoulder, he remarked.
you tried not to appear understood to what mister nakajima was referring to, but you know you'd look like a fool if you did so. at last, you sighed. sad knowing that mister nakajima was right. but again, you don't have any option and the old man didn't exactly know what's wrong with you.
"you had lunch, mister nakajima?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the subjects who were inside the bar.
"i'm about to." mister nakajima nodded his head towards the bar. he was shifting from one foot to another helped by the cane that he firmly gripped.
you glanced at the bar over the shoulder. "oh." your face fell as the thought of mister nakajima joining bucky and leah laughing together like a happy family without you.
but then, an idea popped into your mind and a smile crept onto your face. "i wonder, what would you say, mister nakajima, if i were to ask you to have a lunch date me today?"
mister nakajima's eyebrows shot up to his forehead, interested but also a little bit confused with your invitation. "well, if you don't mind having a date with an old man, i don't see why would i say no."
you barked a laugh. a little too loud that without your conscious, it traveled inside the bar when a customer opened the entrance door.
"and must i warn you that i can't walk faster than a snail."
mister nakajima smiled at you and allowed you to finished laughing at him before you said, "i know a place. and i have no doubt that you'll love it."
he old man said nothing more when you linked your arms with his. he let you guided the way, through the pedestrians walk.
just as you crossed a junction not far from the bar, you caught a familiar smell in the wind. the smell that makes your legs wobbly, thoughts mushed and butterflies in your belly.
when you turned your head over your shoulders, you saw bucky, with his full appearance watching you walking away with mister nakajima in your arms.
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Hi! So I'm still new to requesting. Normally i talk myself out of it because I don't wanna upset anyone or get harshly rejected but I really like your stories and they often help with my stress and anxiety. Anyways, if you are still taking requests but if not it's totally okay. I was wondering if you happen to either have something already written or be able to write my idea? Again it's totally okay if you don't want to.
Basically my idea is a Mafia X Alpha Bucky thing where he's really stressed and ends up snapping at reader olny to realise she was just wanting his attention and to show him the improved nest she made. I'd love to see what you come up with but please feel free to ignore me if you don't want too or if you aren't taking requests at the present moment. Bonus points if it's a little spicy or as much spicy as you want at the end.
💞 Baby angel 💞 thank you so much for sending me this request, I frickin love it! You are always welcome to send things my way!! Thank you for your kind words, it means the world to me 🫶🏻
I hope this is what you wanted ☺️ also there will always be spice here 🌶️
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You let out a little giggle of happiness when you placed the final blanket in your newly decorated nest. It was perfect in every way.
There was just enough room to fit you and Bucky, but a little tight so you had the excuse of smooshing right up next to him. The pillows were squishy, the blankets soft. You sneaked in a few of Bucky's old workout t-shirts so his scent was ever present, even if he was at work. Your teddy sat in the corner, which again was scented with your alpha and you'd even managed to install a little canopy over the bed so when you got in you felt so safe and protected.
Letting out another joyful giggle you gave your teddy a kiss before heading off to Bucky's office to bring him to you. You had texted him a few times but he hadn't responded. So the only thing to do was go and get him!
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His heady sandalwood scent was emanating from his office, as was his voice which was raised, telling someone off for something. It didn't really bother you. You were carried onward, knowing he always had time for you. If anything his dominance made you feel even more happy, knowing you had the best alpha ever.
You entered his office, which was packed with his associates, all chatting about some job or other that was about to go down. You waved at Steve and Sam, but ignored everyone else and slipped through the room towards your alpha.
He glanced up at you in surprise, gave a quick smile then returned to the conversation he was having. Your omega within bristled at the lack of acknowledgment, so you pushed his shoulder and tried to take your usual place on his lap.
He actually had the nerve to tut a little as he adjusted you to let himself keep talking. When there was a pause you nudged his scent mark with your nose and whispered, "Alpha... I need you to come with me and see something really important..." You pulled at his jacket and pressed a little kiss to his neck.
"Baby I'm busy at the minute" he said and you pouted. "So? You said whenever..." But he cut you off and made you stand up, standing with you and towering over you. "Not a good time ok?" And he even had the nerve to duck walk you back to the door. "Later ok?"
You pushed his hands off you and glared at him, tears welling in your eyes. "No! Don't bother, you've ruined it now! Was gonna show you our special new nest" you sniffled as his face fell a little. "You're not allowed in! Hope your stupid job goes terrible" you sob before running off.
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You were curled up, your tear stained face pressed into your teddy, all alone in your lovely nest. You had wanted to tear it to bits, but it looked so pretty you didn't have the heart.
It had been ages since you had yelled at Bucky and he hadn't appeared, which had made you even more upset. He'd never brushed you off like that, and you'd never shouted at your alpha before. But he was completely in the wrong. He'd always had time for you, so unless it was life or death, he had no excuses.
Eventually the bedroom door clicked open and you watched him walk in, head bowed in shame. You didn't say anything, just blinking big tears from your eyes.
"Oh omega... It's beautiful" he sighed as he walked over to the bed. His heavenly scent soothed your nerves, even though you were still super mad. He went to sit on the bed but you shook your head.
"Told you.. not allowed in" you mumbled as you prodded him with your foot. His shoulders sagged before he knelt down on the floor instead and put his face level with yours.
"Y'know, I've had a terrible day omega. We did the deal, it went well. Even got more than I wanted. Couldn't have gone better. But all I could think of was my pretty omega being upset with me. Because I'm a giant asshole."
You smiled a little, reaching out to stroke his handsome face. He held your fingers to his cheek before pressing a kiss to your fingertips.
"And look what my omega did for me hmm? Made a pretty nest for us to snuggle up in, smells so good and everything..."
A little tear dripped from your lashes as he spoke, your omega instinct desperate to reach out, drag him in and comfort him. But you didn't move just yet. He had to make it up to you.
"You were so mean Alpha" you sniffed and wiped some tears away before he tutted and leaned in a little closer.
"Baby I'm so sorry" he whispered, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks and stroking your hair. "Promise I'll never do that again, you always come first omega, I swear..."
His lips had traveled down to your neck, pressing at his claim and soothing you from within, until you couldn't resist him any more. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to lay on top of you, before his lips claimed yours in a deep, hungry kiss.
He peppered your face with kisses, interspersed with apologies and telling you how pretty and perfect you were. You whispered out a forgiveness and told him to never, ever do that again.
He chuckled as you whined when you couldn't get your hands on him properly so he sat up, pulling his suit off piece by piece. Deciding that was far too slow, you untangled yourself from blankets and tugged at his shirt and tie while he kicked off his trousers.
You were already wearing a skimpy silk pyjama set that seemed to have melted off by the time he was back in your arms. You purred as his warm skin pressed against yours, relishing in his touch over every part of you. "Alpha" you whispered as he returned to kissing you, this time his lips traveling further down your body, lavishing attention to your breasts, your tummy and thighs.
"Gonna make it up to you omega, I swear... Make you feel so good..." He growled as his hands roamed your body, lips sucking bruises on your sensitive inner thigh. He kissed his way back up to your lips, your hands sinking into his thick hair, hips unable to stop grinding against his cock as he teased you.
"Present for me pretty omega" he muttered and you whimpered as you rolled around burying your face in the blankets as you pressed your heat back against his body. His thick fingers probed at your soaked heat, slick already running down your legs.
"This all for me?" He said as he curled a digit making you cry out. "Yes alpha...please??" you begged as he hummed in pleasure. He worked your body just with his hands, reaching under you to squeeze your nipples, as he dragged you to a quick, powerful orgasm.
"Good girl" he said as he pressed kisses to the back of your shaking thighs, before pushing you onto your back and lining up his cock. "Gonna take my knot baby? Wanna be filled up like a good little omega?" He sunk in before you could answer, leaving you to gasp out something unintelligible.
Your grip on the blanket below was like a vice, until he locked his fingers with yours and dragged them above your head. He claimed your lips again, biting and sucking at your swollen lips. His hips would snap against you, then suddenly you were tortured with slow drags, before he fucked you deeper than you thought possible.
"Alpha...alpha..I need it...need you..more..." You panted as he growled in pleasure. "Fuck 'mega, squeezing me so tight. Think you can manage my knot? Will it fit in that tight little hole?" You sobbed at the idea of him taking it away, even though you both knew you could, you would.
"Can alpha, want it...please" you begged again as his pace increased. You could feel his knot begin to swell as he released your hands to attack your clit. "You gotta come baby, then you can have it. Told ya, you come first angel..."
Your body went taut and a long groan leaves your body as you come, followed quickly by Bucky. The sensation of his knot filling you making your body shiver with overwhelming pleasure as his teeth scrape at your scent mark, over his previous claim to you.
He leaves you trapped on his knot as he rolls over, your trembling, satisfied body laid on his. You nuzzle into his neck as he drags one of the many fuzzy blankets over the two of you.
"Am I forgiven Omega?" He says, and when you look at him you can't believe how innocent and vulnerable he looks. The biggest mob boss in the city, and the biggest alpha is giving you puppy dog eyes!
You giggle and press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. "Yes alpha... Always."
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monster-cock69 · 3 months
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Student athlete party boy alpha Bucky and RA omega Peter
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