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Scenting Their Prey

Scenting Their Prey

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Words: 4.5k

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Kidnapping, captivity, drugging, explicit sex, non-con, dub-con, oral (fr), A/B/O dynamics.

Relationships: Alpha!Tony Stark x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: As an Omega, you had control of your life and your choices. Until you didn't...

A/N: This is for @ironlady1993's I love you 3000 Challenge and it's VERY late. I'm so sorry. The next and final part will post this week. Bucky's turn. Thank you so much!🙏

Tags are a mess. If you aren't tagged, it's not intentional. I'm working on another way to get word out.

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"You're just letting me go?" you asked.

"Wait by the gate," one of the soldiers told you.

He motioned you toward a simple farmer's gate that broke up the barbed wire fence that stretched out as far as the eye could see. That the man stood slightly in front of the others told you he was the leader. All of them dressed in black tactical gear, all holding rifles except for the one who spoke to you. His was slung across his back.

Your heart raced as you timidly did as you were told. You shivered in the chilly autumn breeze.

Beyond that rusted gate was an open field with a forest at its edge. There were no visible guards beyond the gate: just wide-open spaces, freedom.

You swallowed hard. It couldn't be that easy, could it?

When the northern states began invading the southern border of Canada, everyone knew why. Omega birth rates in the US had been dropping for the last twenty-five years, causing the land of the free to resurrect some very archaic restrictions on the few they had. The alpha population, on the other hand, flourished.

But despite all their twisted efforts, very few omegas were born in the US over the last two decades.

It started with a rash of disappearances. It didn't take long for the media to ascertain that every one of those missing young Canadians was an omega. Once the invasions started in small border towns, the politicians got involved. A war between the two nations would be declared at any time.

None of it helped the omegas caught in the crosshairs. Not yet. One by one, the border towns were invaded. The younger omegas were rounded up and taken into custody. The stories were all over social media. The kidnap victims, male and female, were illegally transported into the US and auctioned off to alphas for vast sums of money.

Your town had been invaded. They'd plucked you out of your life along with all the other young omegas in your community, mated and unmated. You were kept in a makeshift prison on the outskirts of town for the last few weeks, kept company by armed guards.

The facility was run like a prison. All of you were fed three meals a day and allowed a daily shower. But there was no communication with the outside world. No television, internet, or smartphones. You got an hour in a community room each evening after dinner. They provided jigsaw puzzles, craft baskets, and a handful of books. All the books were educational, written to educate omegas on what to expect during heat cycles, nesting, mating and bonding, birth, and parenthood.

The writing was on the wall. You were all held captive, deprived of the suppressants most of you took to control your biology. You were all like death row inmates, waiting for the permanent death of your freedom. It was only a matter of time before you found yourself shipped off to America for auction to some unknown wealthy alpha to claim.

That's why you were so confused now.

With your heart flying, you glanced over your shoulder to see another omega from your town standing in the place where you'd been standing before. She looked as confused as you felt. Both of you wearing the camouflage-colored sweatshirts and jeans they handed out this morning. The boots they gave you were too small, squeezing your toes.

You waited by the gate, exhaling a shaky breath.

What was going to happen next?

The leader marched in your direction, stopping in front of you. The man towered over you, his gaze hard. The subtle scent of him told you he was a beta. All of the guards were.

You froze when he pulled out a small pistol. In the blink of an eye, he pressed it to the side of your neck. You flinched when he pulled the trigger, felt a sharp pinch. Then it burned. What had he shot you with?

"I'm going to open the gate," he said meaningfully. "And you're going to run across the field to the woods. If you stop running, you'll be shot."

Oh, shit.

"Once you get to the woods, you're on your own," he went on. "If you can find your way out of those woods, you're free."

Free, huh? You didn't buy it. They wouldn't have invaded your town, taken you captive, and held you for weeks just to let you go. What was going on here?

With an efficiency that was startling, he lifted the latch on the gate and pulled it open.

"Run!" he yelled.

Your body sprang into action despite the thoughts swirling around in your head, despite the burn spreading out from your neck. You sprinted out of the gate, running like hell for the woods to avoid being shot. You were winded by the time you reached the woods. Your activity had been very limited since they took you.

Fear wouldn't allow you to look back. You paused for a beat to catch your breath and then you began wandering the woods. Something told you the offer was too good to be true, that you wouldn't be allowed to just wander out of the woods to freedom. But if there was any chance you could find a way to free yourself...

You scanned the area around you wildly at first. Did you know this place? Was it close to home?

You made your way through the woods, but nothing looked familiar. As the line of trees where you'd entered the forest got farther away, you came to realize how dense and deep these woods were.

You weren't watching where you were going and collided hard with someone. Your heart flew as you stared at another captive from the facility where you'd been kept. Her eyes were wide in alarm.

"Watch it!" she hissed.

"Sorry."

When you started to go about your way, she grabbed you by the sleeve and hauled you back with her behind a huge tree trunk. You looked at her in question.

"They are hunting us," she whispered loud enough for you to hear. "Don't you get it?"

Hunting?

"What?" you mouthed.

She leaned close, getting in your ear. "There are alphas hunting us," she said. "It's just a game to them."

You stared at her in horror as you moved back. You didn't miss the perspiration on her brow, her labored breathing. Her scent was strong around both of you. Climbing warmth spread out from your neck to the rest of you. Now that you'd paused, you became aware of it. Your fear escalated as your hand flew up to cover where he'd shot you.

"What did they give us?" you asked.

The other omega glared. "What do you think?"

With horror, you realized what they'd done.

"My heat is coming on fast," she said. "Yours will too. If we stay together, the scents will be too concentrated. They'll find us easily."

You knew she was right, but your heart sank. You'd just found someone else in your situation. It would have been nice to work together, find a way out of the woods.

If you ever did. If you even could.

"Go!" she said, and you started moving.

Even though it was a cool autumn day, you were hot and it was getting worse. Your mind spun as you tried to move quickly but quietly. How many of you were they sending out? How many alphas were looking for the lot of you? What was going to happen?

You struggled to breathe through your nose, to watch where you stepped. There was a chance you'd make it out, right? Could you survive this without being found by some arrogant American alpha? You needed to keep track of your direction. Glancing up in desperation, you were looking for the position of the sun through the canopy of trees.

And that's when you spotted him.

The man perched high up in a tree, dressed in black tactical gear like the soldiers at the facility except one of his sleeves was shiny, threaded with gold. Is that how the alphas are dressed? Brown hair that just touched his shoulders framed his face.The bottom half of that face was concealed by a black mask and steely blue eyes watched you intently above it. Crouching in the tree, you couldn't tell how big he was. You hoped he wasn't fast.

You sprinted away, racing through the forest as fast you could and praying you wouldn't trip and fall. You heard him hit the ground hard. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest as you just kept going, hoping he hurt himself in the fall.

The heavy sounds of his footfalls came up behind you fast. A strong arm grabbed the back of your sweatshirt and swung you around. You were shoved back against a tree hard, knocking the wind from your lungs. The edge of your vision faded to black to see the man in front of you, his blue eyes lit up in determination. He held you to the tree by your neck. When you tried to pry his hand off, you found it was unnaturally hard. It wasn't a shiny sleeve. It was a metal arm.

The man plucked the black mask off his face, dropping it to the ground as he leaned in and pressed his face into your scent glands. He took another whiff of you as you trembled in his grasp. His own scent invaded your senses: deep plum, leather, and winter forest. The scent of him pushed the growing flames burning inside you higher, your thighs clenched together, and moisture flooded your panties. Was it the chemical they gave you to provoke a heat cycle? Would you have reacted to him anyway?

Even so, he was a head taller than you with wide shoulders and long muscular limbs. His intent gaze burned into you as he held you there, struggling in his grip. You jerked as his flesh hand grabbed the waist of your jeans, plucking them open before sliding down into your panties. Your range of movement was limited as he held you by the neck against the tree. No matter how much you twisted and squirmed, you couldn't keep his seeking fingers from sliding through your heated folds on all the slick your body was producing. The slight smile that curved his mouth filled you with dread as he pulled his hand free of your denim.

All you could do was stare when he brought those fingers up to his mouth, his lips and tongue cleaning them. His low hum was a deep sound that you felt in every inch of your body. Some dark intent lit up those dark blue eyes as he focused on you.

But he wasn't saying anything.

In a flash, he threw you over his right shoulder, held in place with his flesh hand. He started moving and your stomach lurched as the woods flew past you at an unnatural speed. Your hands clutched the back of his jacket, the black leather cold under your fingers. You spotted another girl from your confinement, running from another alpha. The omega who told you what happened was further into the woods on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by the alpha who caught her.

Adrenaline spiked your growing fear. You didn't even try to fight the beast of a man who had you. What was wrong with you?

Planting your hands on his back, you pushed off hard and fast. It worked because you surprised him, landing on the ground with a thump behind him. Pain seared your knees and elbows as you scrambled up. Now if you could be fast enough in getting away.

You dashed off, screaming when another man darted out from behind a tree and caught you in his arms. The one who held you wasn't as tall as the other man, but you could feel the muscular wall of his chest under your fingers as he held onto you. Unlike the first one, he wore a deep burgundy sweater and jeans like he was just walking through the woods. His scent was an intoxicating blend of ash, iron, and molten lava. You fought to breathe, unable to prevent yourself from pressing your face into his neck and taking a deep breath of the alpha's essence.

"Thank you, Barnes," he said, his hold on you tightening. "I'll see you back at the cabin."

Planting your hands on that chest, you tried to push back, to free yourself. This alpha with his perfectly coiffed dark hair, goatee, and deep hazel eyes chuckled as he held onto you with ease.

"Feisty," he said, startling you when he fastened a heavy metal device around your wrists with a speed that was scary. "I like it."

"No." The man behind you growled the word. You felt the heat of him behind you, his scent invaded your senses and went to your head. "She's mine."

The other alpha stiffened against you.

"Ah, no," he said confidently. "She's the one I picked out. I showed you, remember? I realize you're on the edge of a rut, buddy. But this one is mine. Go find your own."

Barnes' low growl sent a spike of fear through you. Would he accept that?

To you, the alpha who cuffed you said, "Start walking. You get more than three feet away from me and those cuffs are going to get very uncomfortable."

What?

You sped up, trying to dash away. Electric pulses sent searing pain up your arms. The pain was so acute, it took your breath away. It momentarily overpowered the biological process they'd artificially induced in you. And that was saying something.

Grabbing your elbow, he urged you to walk along next to him, in no particular hurry. A smirk formed on his handsome face as he pulled you along in the forest. You were afraid of what it might mean. You were so overwhelmed by everything, you cooperated. You didn't want to feel the pain again.

And Barnes couldn’t take you away from him without causing you a lot of pain. He wouldn’t, would he?

The lewd sounds of coupling were all around you, a macabre symphony of domination that pushed your fears higher. They were also making the powerful craving building in your body so much worse. The slick soaked your panties, your jeans, clinging to you in a sticky mess. Your core was aching, and your thighs were starting to tremble. You hadn't been given bras and the scrape of your sweatshirt against your tight nipples was impossible to ignore.

The one he'd called Barnes wasn't trying to stop you. Was he still back there? Had he gone to find another omega? It was hard to tell over the sounds of coupling and hard to focus on with waves of heat and need pulsing through your body.

As your heart raced and your breath came faster, you saw the edge of the forest ahead. He'd mentioned a cabin to Barnes. Did that mean he didn't intend to claim you in the woods? If you were now going to belong to this alpha, was he sparing you at least that indignation?

A few feet from the break in the trees, the alpha stopped you. Walking around in front of you, his gaze on your plucked-open jeans. His smile widened.

"This will make him insane," he said, reaching in and gripping your panties. They were so wet there wasn't even a rending sound as he ripped them from you, pulling them free of your jeans. Humiliation had you dropping your gaze as he brought them up to his nose. "Fucking perfect."

Why did he want to make Barnes insane?

A low whine escaped you as your pussy lips absorbed the pain of that extraction. Craving more. The alpha's expression held a touch of sympathy.

"Not much farther," he said, dropping your underwear to the forest floor. He's leaving them for the other alpha? Why? A display of dominance? "We'll take good care of you. I promise."

It wasn't lost on you that he said we.

When you emerged from the woods, at a different point than you'd entered them, you saw more armed soldiers. Another drove up in an open black cart, nodding to the alpha as he pulled you toward it.

"Everything has been arranged, Mr. Stark,"

"Thank you," he muttered.

Helping you in first, he climbed into the driver's seat, and off you went. It was a short drive until you reached what looked like an expensive resort. Yes, all the buildings were styled as rustic log cabins. But as you got closer, you saw that they were upscale and luxurious with huge shimmering windows and other fancy architectural touches that would have been expensive. If you hadn't been cramping so badly, you might have appreciated the sprawling resort.

As it was, you were in a lot of discomfort bordering on pain. By the time he pulled into the garage of the largest cabin you would see, you were shaking. The heat they'd forced on you made you desperate. The scent of him next to you had your mouth watering. You were ready to crawl into the alpha's lap even as your mind was screaming at you to fight and resist.

Reaching over, he freed you from the cuffs. His fingers felt so good as they soothed the flesh marked by the metal. His heated gaze was intent on you.

"They dosed you good, didn't they? Have you ever been through a heat before?" he asked.

“Alone,” you said, tears gathering. Frustration burned your body while your mind was spinning.

“I’m Tony. And I know you don’t think so right now,” he told you, “but you will have a good life with me. Our cubs will have a good life. You won’t want for anything.”

Dropping your head, steeling yourself against the ache, you managed to mutter, “freedom.”

“Freedom?” Tony said, his chuckle was a deep, rich sound. “You haven’t even experienced freedom yet. But you will.”

With impressive speed, he dashed around the cart and scooped you out, carrying you bridal style into the luxurious cabin. Your face pressed into his neck, breathing him in. The heat and strength of him were compelling, had you grinding your thighs together in agony.

The huge bedroom was warm, cozy. The fireplace next to the bed held a bright flame adding its glow to the soft lighting. The bedding looked sumptuous and soft. The extra blankets neatly folded on the bed had your mind spinning, wishing you’d had time in advance to work with those blankets. Get everything just right.

A cart on the other side of the bed, loaded with food. There was a basket of fruit and a small stack of protein bars. There were sweets too with cookies and pastries. The small cooler next to it was filled with ice, bottles of water.

Tony was careful in placing you on the huge bed. Smoothing a hand over your cheek, his eyes were kind. But there was something… some mischief. What was happening? He’d went to all the trouble to pluck you out of the forest.

A quick glance around the room and he sighed. “I think we’re all set.”

You were panting, a hand down in your jeans. You were burning alive from the inside and your desperate fingers on your clit couldn’t bring you relief. Your tears were bitter. Your life was being stolen by an obviously wealthy American alpha. You’d been thrown into heat against your will. Heat swallowed you. Your throat was parched.

Were you even going to survive this?

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” Tony purred, grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt and pulling it over your head. His gaze roamed over your breasts, his smile widening. He lifted a hand, barely touching one tight nipple with his fingertips.

That simple touch pulled a desperate whine from you.

“It’s okay.” That hand slid down over your ribs and darted into your jeans. When his fingers pushed in around yours and found your clit, you thought you were going to explode. You froze, taking in the delicate way he was tracing circles around that tiny bundle of nerves at your center. His lips chained kisses along your neck, the light scratch of his beard made you shiver. “You really are perfect.”

Tony moved to push your jeans down and you were frantic to help him, managing to shed the shoes and socks you wore too. His hands skimmed over your thighs as you did, the rough pads of his fingers making your crazy and surprising you all at once. Why would a wealthy alpha has rough hands?

When you were fully revealed to him, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a kiss. Every part of your body was on fire, aching. It didn’t speed him up. He took his time, claiming your mouth with a seeking kiss. He enticed you, tasted your lips. When he eased back, you just stared.

“What are you doing?” Your voice sounded desperate to your own ears.

Tony chuckled. “In a weird way, I’m reinstating Prima Nocta.”

You had no idea what that meant, and you didn’t care. Taking you in his arms, he took both of you further up the bed, into the small mountain of pillows at the top. His lips blazed a path over your jaw, down to your chest. When his mouth closed around one of your nipples, it was all you could do not to scream. You choked it back, losing your mind as the tip of his tongue danced around that tight little peak.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered around it. “I want to hear you.”

You gasped as he moved down your body, his mouth cleaning the slick from the tender flesh of your inner thighs. Your hands shook as your fingers sank into his hair. You parted your legs for him, closer now to getting the relief you needed. When he got his mouth on you, you screamed long and loud. While his tongue strummed your clit with precision when it wasn’t exploring your folds, you were howling wantonly in the quiet of the cabin.

You begged for relief, pleaded for more. The alpha held you open for him easily, humming into your flesh until you thought you’d blow apart. You came the first time just from that vibration. Tony brought you off the second time on his tongue.

Tony lifted from you, pulling the sweater he wore off and revealing a dazzling display of muscles. But there were so many scars, including a nasty looking one right at the center of his chest. You were about to reach out and trace it with a finger, but he caught your chin in his hand and made you meet his gaze.

“Present for me,” he said. Not an order but a sensual request.

And you scrambled to get on all fours for him, facing the pile of pillows at the end of the bed. Tony’s hand caressed your ass, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Let’s turn you around,” he whispered.

Whatever you want. You turned to face the huge picture window at the other end of the huge room. The sun was setting and smearing the sky in vivid red and orange, almost dark. You dropped down to your elbows, whining a little as you did to let him know you were still in need. The two orgasms you already had took the edge off, but everything still hurt.

You’d had a couple of lovers, betas, who you’d been happy with for a time. They’d been good lovers. You’d never been with an alpha. Tony slid easily into your weeping entrance. But the size of him… You gasped as he reached the end of you, your walls trembling to stretch around him. You wondered how it would feel when you weren’t in heat.

At the moment, it was bliss. His hands gripped your hips tightly and he began to move in you, knowing what you needed. His cock pounded into you once he established a rhythm, making you fight to stay in place for him. Your slick walls tried in vain to grip him, the slide tightening the grip lust had on you, spinning your senses.

The first howl you heard was on the edge of your awareness. It might have been Tony. It could have been you. But as Tony fucked you, the heat and lust consumed you. Your fingers clawed at the lavish bedding beneath you while your body craved more. Your heart slammed in your chest, in time with his powerful thrusts. You were panting, whining. By the time you were coming again, sensation overwhelmed you, coursing through your veins.

You dropped your head, a slave to your biology as Tony worked you from behind. You braced for him to reach his release, to knot you.

Yet, even in your chaotic state, you noticed he wasn’t in a frenzy as you were. Tony’s movements and breathing were controlled. His grip was firm but not demanding. While the string of orgasms helped quench the out-of-control flames of your heat, he wasn’t as desperate as you were.

Did he find you lacking? If you didn’t satisfy him, would you be sent back to the woods? The facility where you’d been kept for weeks?

Would they let you live?

Grabbing your hair, Tony pulled your head back up and holding you there. The move put the picture window in your view. The sun was sinking beneath the horizon and its dying rays offered enough light to see his shadow outside the window.

You saw the silhouette of the first alpha who caught you and it both terrified and excited you.

When his metal hand struck the window, cracking the glass beneath his fist, you came hard.

“Fuck yeah,” Tony growled behind you.

The world spun for you and Tony released your hair. His grip on your hips was iron-hard, almost hurt. Tony doubled down then, coming inside you as the echoes of your release went on and on until everything went black.

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#Scenting Their Prey #A/B/O #Tony Stark #Bucky Barnes #Alpha!Tony Stark #Alpha!Bucky Barnes #Omega!Reader #Soft/dark fic

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prettyparker4wintersoldier · 1 year

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*WARNING: DUBCON - kinda *

Omega Peter getting busy with Alpha boyfriend [ Would prefer non-virgin Peter]

Maybe Alpha Boyfriend convinces Peter that if they do anal he won't get pregnant. [ Let's say for whatever reason he wasn't currently on birth control]

Then maybe after a while of doing it... right before knotting, oops wrong hole moment. But now it's too late cause the knot has popped.

Maybe it was on purpose .... maybe it wasn't......

Alpha bf can be Steve, or Tony or Bucky

#starker #starker prompt #dark tony stark #sim tony #dark steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #winterspidershield #shieldspider #spidershield #peter parker x bucky barnes #omega peter parker #alpha bucky #alpha steve rogers #alpha tony #abo #now to crawl back into my hole for a while

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authoressofdarkness · 10 months

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Bingo Fill: Breath Play @starkerfestivals

Then Stark's free hand is slapping over his mouth and nose, cutting off all air before he can do much as inhale. He lets out a choked sound against the hand on his face, shaking his head frantically.

"Don't fight me, Peter," Stark orders, voice quiet, almost imitating soothing, but still severe, laced with enough of his dominant tone to make Peter's whole body go limp. The throatiness of his voice is the only hint that the alpha is affected at all by what he's doing to the omega.

(This story is VERY much Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, so head to AO3 to check out the tags if you want to read the full thing!)

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #alpha tony stark #omega peter parker #dark tony stark #sfsummerbingo23 #starkerfestivalsevents #starkerfestivals #cw dubious consent #tw dubious consent #cw: dubcon #tw: dubcon #choking #breath control

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khalixascorner · 1 year

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Promised in Chains Pt 1

Summary: Omegas are considered too fragile to perform high risk jobs, and that definitely includes superheroing. Peter knows this and hides the fact that he's an Omega from everyone but his mentor. When a mission goes wrong and his designation gets revealed, his whole world seems to be falling apart until Tony offers him a way out. However Peter quickly finds that Tony's offer was not everything he thought it would be, and he must find his balance quickly in his new role as Omega mate of the Pack Alpha of the Avengers.

Tags: Starker, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Dark Tony Stark, Naive Peter Parker, Light Dehumanization, Light Feminization, Intersex Omegas, ritual bonding, Pack Dynamics, Manipulative Tony Stark, Manipulative Nick Fury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tony creates circumstances that force Peter to bond with him and then takes advantage of society's views on Omegas, Non-consensual medical examinations, No experimentation, But Cho does a full medical work up, without Peter's explicit consent, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Tony totally drugs him

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Tony watched carefully as Peter swung about, helping web down doom bots and generally causing enough of a ruckus to draw some of the attention away from him or the other Avengers. Most people would agree that Omegas like the young man shouldn’t be on the field, especially unmated. Hell, Tony would agree if it weren’t for the fact that he was already working towards fixing that.

When Tony first met Peter, he had intended to sit the Omega down and put an end to things before the kid got hurt. As the Pack Alpha for the Avengers, he was seen as a leader in the superhero community, and such tasks were often left to him. However, the Omega surprised him, not only with his intelligence, but also with his drive, so Tony changed his plans on the fly. Instead of shutting him down, he invited the young Omega to his labs for an upgrade. He didn’t go all out, as Spider-man wasn’t officially associated with the Avengers so it would look odd for him to be decked out in Stark Tech, but it was enough to keep him safe while Tony implemented his plan.

It took months to build trust with the little spider. Months of assuring Fury he had it under control and that his plan was still moving forward. And today, it was finally going to pay off.

Tony waited for Peter to inevitably take a hit from a doom bot, then activated the nanites hidden in the suit. Ostensibly, they were there to repair the suit and help close any wounds Peter might receive, but today, they would also serve another function. Today, they would inject a compound that would set off the events needed to send the Omega running into his arms. All he had to do now was wait.

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Peter wasn’t sure what had hit him after a doom bot sent him flying, but it was a doozy. Normally, he had no problem shaking the hits off. For a moment, he worried he’d been poisoned, but then he felt the telltale drip of slick and he froze.

He wasn’t due for at least another month, and he was always so careful to never go out around his heat like Mr. Stark had warned him.

Peter bit back a whimper and frantically tried to think of how he was going to get home ok when his body was slipping so fast. Luckily, the AI Mr. Stark had put in his suit had caught on and was offering to connect him to the Alpha.

“Please, Karen, tell Mr. Stark I need help,” Peter all but cried. The cramps were coming faster now, and it hurt. Clearly, this was not a normal heat and he didn’t understand what could have triggered it.

He was so caught up in trying to manage the pain that Peter didn’t notice Mr. Stark landing nearby. Nor did he hear when the Alpha called him. It was only when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh that Peter realized he was no longer alone.

“Hey kid, it’s going to be ok,” the Alpha said.

Peter didn’t hear if he said anything else as the suppressant and the pain overwhelmed his senses. He trusted Mr. Stark to get him to safety though and didn’t fight the darkness.

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When he came to, he was in the Medbay hooked up to an IV. That wasn’t surprising, and it was hardly his first visit. What was surprising was Director Fury of the Avengers sitting in the chair next to his bed. That was downright terrifying actually. His heart rate picked up and Fury finally looked over at him.

“I see you’re finally awake,” Fury said, his face set in a permanent frown. “You know, I didn’t think I’d have to be having this conversation. In fact, I’d still rather not because it’s a pretty well known fact that Omegas shouldn’t be in high risk occupations. Do you know why that is, Mr. Parker?”

“Sir, I-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses, Parker,” Fury growled, and Peter couldn’t help shrinking into himself. “It is a well established fact that Omegas are susceptible to stress induced heats. It’s also a well established fact that said heats can endanger those around them because they interfere with an Alpha’s senses while also leaving the Omega defenseless.”

Peter opened his mouth to argue but shut it again when Fury shot him another glare.

“That was reckless, irresponsible, and just downright stupid, Mr. Parker,” Fury continued. “You had no plan in place and if it wasn’t for Stark, you wouldn’t have even had a suppressant on hand to manage it. Clearly, I have let this go on for too long. I thought Stark might talk some sense into you or at least keep a proper eye on you. That was my poor judgment, and I’ll be rectifying it now.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, his heart pounding.

“Effective immediately, Spider-man is no more,” Fury said. “Our scientists will work on reversing or suppressing your mutations, and in the meantime, you’re on lock down. I won’t have any more nonsense from you. It’s bad enough I have to go before the press and admit that we let an Omega go out as a superhero. The press is going to eat us alive for Omega endangerment. I don’t need more collateral damage.”

“Sir, please!” Peter tried to argue but Fury just shook his head and swept from the room.

Peter couldn’t help the panic and tears Fury’s words caused. His powers, his mutations, were part of him. He couldn’t go back to being the weak asthmatic kid he was before. It would be like seeing in colors and then losing it.

He was still panicking when Mr. Stark walked in.

“Whoa, you gotta calm down, Pete,” Mr. Stark said but Peter just shook his head.

How could he be calm when he was in pain from the suppressants coupled with the emotional pain of Fury’s threat? The Alpha clearly didn’t agree though and tried again, this time with more authority behind his voice.

“Breathe for me, Peter.”

It took a few tries, but with the Alpha so close, it was hard for Peter to not listen. Once he was calm, he explained everything Fury had said.

“Please, Mr. Stark, you can’t let him do that,” Peter begged. “I can’t go back to the me I was before. I’ll do anything.”

The Alpha was quiet, but Peter could see the older man contemplating their options.

“There is one thing,” Mr. Stark said, voice quiet and eyes far away. He turned away from Peter but not before Peter caught the narrowing of his eyebrows and firming of his lips. “There’s no point in saying I told you so’s and you should’ve been more careful. We’re in this mess now and… If we had more time, I could figure out a better fix for this, kid, but the truth is Fury wants this done yesterday. So.”

Peter’s chest goes tight at the reminder but Tony’s words gave him hope.

“So?” When Tony still wouldn’t look at him, he grabbed the Alpha’s wrist, fingers tight with a hint of superhuman strength. “Whatever it is– Anything is better than losing who I am as Spider-man.”

Tony shook his head, “I need time. My… solution… It isn’t something that we can just do without thinking about it. It’s serious and irreversible.”

But they didn’t have time. Peter knew it and Tony knew it too. He could go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow as a civilian. He wouldn’t put it past Fury to follow through while he’s knocked out on meds.

“Mr. Stark– Please…”

Finally, finally– Mr. Stark turned back to him. His expression showed just how much he was unhappy with what he was about to say.

“Mating.”

The color drained from Peter’s face. That was not what he was expecting. His stomach cramped, hard, a not so gentle reminder that his body was still going through the brutal affects of a forced heat suppressant.

“W-what?”

“If we mate, I can protect you from Fury’s threat,” Mr. Stark said quietly. “You’ll be under my jurisdiction, not his, and we’ll be able to use my full resources as not only majority shareholder and primary IP creator for SI, but also as Pack Alpha for the Avengers. He won’t be able to touch you without severe repercussions.”

“I-” Peter suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe and more tears slipped free. Either way, he was giving up something that felt like a part of himself. Spider-man or his independence as an unbonded Omega. It was all so much on top of feeling ill, and he felt like there was no way he could make this decision in this state but there was no time.

“Easy, Peter. Take some deep breaths for me, there you go.” The Alpha’s voice was calming and familiar, the same tone he used the few times Peter’s senses had gotten overwhelmed in the lab. It caused something inside of Peter’s chest to loosen a little, and he relaxed minutely.

This was still Mr. Stark, the man who had given him a chance despite being only 18 and an Omega at that. The one who let him in his state of the art labs and made a suit to protect him. Clearly, there was only one real choice here.

“Please, sir, if you’re willing, I’d like to be your Omega.”

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SDAU, Artificial Alpha, Bobby's Tapes

Word Count: 992

Bobby felt little vindication after he was allowed to move into the Rho house. If anything, it only made the secret sigma more nervous, more insistent on making himself a useful part of the house that contributed in not only being a good brother but making the house more well-known. And he found that way by providing something that none of the frat boys knew they needed.

He hosted the first official porn party for the house.

While the Rho boys had a tradition of having a revolving door when it came to parties and girls, Bobby was the first one to capitalize on it, using somewhat dubious consent when it came to taking the girl’s back to their rooms, and then filming encounters and interactions with them. And then, afterwards, he would put them up on a secret site that you had to be invited to have a membership for. There the guys could do anything from rating the girls, to offer up requests, and even submit their own encounters. The membership price was steep, but the eager alphas were all too happy to pay it, and bring in a new cash flow to the house.

And it didn’t stop there.

No.

Bobby had decided that simply was not enough.

So, on the side, he became a dealer for one of his suppliers.

The angry fox had partially shifted, his jaw snapping at his counterpart. And although Bobby was an alpha with the help of the drugs, he was having a hard time beating the beta fox that was coming after him.

“BACK THE FUCK UP!”

But the brunette didn’t stop. Instead, he snapped at the arm that tried to intervene. Curtis roared as the canines sunk into his forearm, and he was quick to backhand the fox. Which made both foxes jump back as Curtis went into offensive mode.

Another sophomore jumped in, immediately meeting Curtis’ stance, “EVERETT CALM DOWN!”

“BACK OFF LEVINSON!” Curtis roared, “THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE BIT ME!”

“THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND THAT FUCKHEAD WHO THINKS ITS OKAY TO STEAL MY CLIENTS AND DRUG MY GIRLFRIEND!” the beta screamed as he tried launching himself over the other bear, “I’LL FUCKING END YOU, PRONGE!”

“Fuck off Stark!” Bobby spat, wiping the excess blood from his lip, “I didn’t drug anyone, least of all, your whore!”

“What these girls do at our partie-“

“She was tutoring the fucking wannabe bear!” Tony snapped, “she’s a fucking human and didn’t know what Pronge was doing!”

“She was coming on to me, Stark!”

“Bullshit, you fucking pathetic excuse for an alpha!” Tony raged, “you wouldn’t know a woman giving you consent if it bit you in the ass!”

“Maybe you don’t!” Bobby growled, “Maybe you should show your little red-headed slut what it means to be with a shifter!”

Tony went to launch himself at Bobby again, but Ari caught him, “hand over the fucking tape you goddamn slimeball or so help me god, I’ll fucking end you!”

“What happened betwe-“

“Bobby!”

Bobby looked to Curtis. The warning tone was all that it took for him to realize that he’d stepped too far. That he’d pushed his line, and that Curtis wasn’t going to stick his neck out for him. Bobby frowned, “She was consenting.”

“Give Stark the fucking tape!”

“B-“

“I said give him the god damn tape, Bobby.”

“And if you don’t be careful,” Curtis grunted as he continued to thrust into Bobby, “I won’t help you. I’m not going to drown for you, Bobby!”

Bobby whimpered as Curtis continued to thrust punishingly into him. Curtis was taking his aggressions out on the younger man, angry that Stark had sunk his canines into him, and that the rival frat had broken u their party.

He knew better than to question him.

Just like when he knew Curtis dropped the key off in his room later that night, he was going to be punished.

And that was how Curtis kept him in line.

Bobby yelped as Curtis purposefully knotted him, then pulled out, before slamming his knot back in. He had a sadistic smile on his face as he did it again and again, his large frame keeping Bobby pinned beneath him as the tears started coming to his eyes and his entrance became sore and stretched beyond his reasonable limit.

“Curtis!” Bobby cried, the tears streaming down his face, “p-please. I-I’m sorry. Please.”

“Learn. Your. Lesson. Bobby!” Curtis growled. He forced his knot into Bobby once again, and instead of pulling out, he leaned down and gripped the scruff of Bobby’s neck between his teeth; rutting into the sigma and rolling his hips.

It wasn’t an act of love or protection. It was an act of dominance. Him grabbing the sigma by the scruff of the neck with his teeth was nothing more than an aggressive stance to show Bobby that he owned him.

“Alpha please.”

Curtis growled as his seed spilled into Bobby, his hips rolling a final time before he let go of his neck, a satisfied groan escaping his throat. He leaned forward and licked the tears off his friend’s cheek, “that is what happens when you push too far…you take an inch, I’ll give you ten, sigma…learn your place…and be more careful…because I’d hate to be the one to out you…but I’ll fucking do it if you put me in a position I don’t need to be in. I’ll only protect you so long as you aren’t pulling me under, sigma.”

“Y-yes Curtis,” the younger man hiccupped, his tears continuing to stream down his cheeks, “I-so-I’m sorry.”

“Learn your place, Bobby,” he growled, pulling out of his friend. Bobby fell to the bed as Curtis used Bobby’s shirt to wipe the semen and small bit of blood off his deflating knot, “and get fucking washed up before you come back to the house…you reek of me and I don’t need people asking fucking question.”

“O-okay Curtis.”

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Fighter Dark Alpha Tony Stark X Dark Alpha Steve Rogers X Dark Alpha Bucky Barnes X Reader

Fighter

Warning:This is a dark fic may contain violence, Noncon, and other dark elements keep in mind all events and characters are fictional you have been warned!

Dark Alpha Steve Rogers, Dark Alpha Bucky Barnes, Dark Alpha Tony Stark

Not: Please to feel free to leave comments.

Summery: In a world where Alpha’s and Beta’s exist one is rare to come by, Omega’s and what happens when they find a rare Omega who has been in hiding.

You walked through the market looking over you’re shoulder every now and again a habit you always seemed to have, You seemed to always on edge and on the lookout, You were an Omega, but you were also on suppressants making sure no Alpha would be able to detect you,

You refused to be dominated by an Alpha you were a fighter,No Alpha or Beta told you what to do, not if You could help it. You’re father and Brothers made sure of that from constant years of abuse, without it known to them they were preparing you for a fight with any sort of Alpha, You’re mother died after giving birth to you you’re father blamed you for killing her and not being an Omega, after running away from home at the age of seventeen, you knew it was only the beginning of you’re fight for survival,

As soon as you learned of the suppressants that existed blocking you’re Omega smell you didn’t hesitate to purchase them, sure they were highly illegal but you refused to become a mate to an Alpha who would decide everything for you, tell you how you are supposed to think, and you’re only purpose is to be bred it wasn’t going to happen not if you were going to help it.

You purchase you’re food from the fruit stand when a smell hit you’re nose, It smelled musky, with a hint of pine, You slowly turn towards the smell and see a man with Dark hair and blue eyes, he had a metal arm, He was looking directly at you smirking, the way he was looking at you sent a shiver up you’re spine,

You could tell he was an Alpha and that terrified you even more,

you casually walk out of the market and make you’re way home, looking over you’re shoulder making sure he didn’t follow you, as far as you could tell he didn’t but the way he was smiling at you was making you very uneasy,

Did he know what you are?

Could he smell past you’re suppressants?

All the questions going through you’re mind were making you more and more anxious, You finally made it to you’re apartment locking all the windows and bolt locking the door, shutting all the curtains you were anxious and nervous you just didn’t like the way the man was staring at you.

Bucky returned home where Steve and Tony were lounging on the couch watching TV,

“Did you get the food?” Tony asked

“No but you two are never going to believe what I stumbled on.” He says

They both look over their shoulder at him, Looking quite puzzled

“An Omega.” Bucky says with a smirk

“That’s impossible Omega’s are rare finding one is like 1% chance.” Tony says

“Well I found one, and she’s on suppressants I could smell her it was there but faint.” Bucky says

“Well if she’s on those drugs I doubt she’s registered.” Tony says

Everyone nods

When you are an Omega you have to register to let the world know of you’re existent so an Alpha can claim you.

“And here I thought Omega’s didn’t exist anymore.” Steve says with a smirk

“Shall we go find our Omega?” Tony asked

Everyone nodded with a smirk

Bucky led them to a run down apartment complex in a bad part of town, They follow him as he pinpoints her apartment on the fire escape, being super-solider enhanced his abilities to smell past everything and smell a further distance. He stops on the third floor where the curtains were closed,

“She’s smart.” Tony says smirking,

They can hear you rustling around in the apartment, You’re heart beating about a mile a minute,

“Something’s got her spooked.” Steve says smirking at Bucky

That night you couldn’t sleep that night, you felt on edge, You could smell that Alpha all night, You arrived at you’re place of work dead tired, You worked for a law firm crunching numbers, you were very smart and good at you’re job, But You just couldn’t seem to get the look of that Alpha out of you’re head, The way he smirked at you, You were seated at you’re desk when You see two Alpha’s walk in,

You keep you’re eyes trained on you’re computer thank goodness you were not a receptionist,

You peek up at them, they looked oddly familiar, One had blonde hair and blue eyes, He had some muscles to him, he was drop dead gorgeous the other man, He had dark hair a goatee and dark eyes, You looked back down just as the blonde looked you’re way, Not wanting anything to do with these Alpha’s. As you continue you’re work Someone knocks on you’re desk. You slowly look up, It was the two Alpha’s

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ashdreams2023 · 10 months

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can you do an image with alpha loki smelling stranger omega readers scent when just having come to earth for the first time and him just silently going up to reader and nuzzling into her neck and thor just starts apologizing for his actions

I love your account and hove read allmost every post I have been looking for a story like this for ages can you please do this 😭🙏

I got you! Although just fair warning I’ve only written a couple of those

Alpha loki x omega reader

Something about Midgardian scents they were just not quite right to Loki’s senses, they were either too strong or too faint, and nothing in between.

At least that’s his first impression when they first landed, but maybe that was his impression because they landed in the park, in the middle of a weekend, where scents were literally everywhere at the same time.

As an alpha, a royal one at that, omegas threw themselves at his feet, he knew he had a strong commanding scents that made many drool but he had yet to find a scent that just felt right.

"Brother i promise this will be great, especially since what happened last time"

"Brother what happened to you was unfortunate but due spare me the story telling again"

Thor was the opposite of Loki, he seemed always delighted to welcome new scents and even the ones he clearly couldn’t handle.

His brother was good guy, the non picky, no easily irritated one by scents.

The compound was not as significant as asgard was of course but it was decent, there was decent scents, like Clint, he was a beta, a citrus smell reeked from him and tony who who Loki thought was an alpha with this much power and ego but surprisingly was just a spoiled omega, he smelled like warm milk and tea.

The other scents were just tolerable.

This visit was just unnecessary but Thor insisted on him meeting his work buddies.

For Thor’s credit everyone was just going on their casual routine and not paying much mind to Loki’s presence.

He walked around the area in boredom while Thor blabbered about some invention stark was working on and then it hit him.

Light lavender mixed with strawberry cake.

It was sweet, not overwhelming and not too faint, but just delicious, something that made his insides twists and crave for more.

He followed it, all throughout the halls and until he stopped in front of the hospital wing of the place, he opened the door quietly and peeked inside.

Then he saw you, sitting there organizing some medical equipment in the cabinet, also your butt looked scrumptious in those jeans.

He walked in with light feet and kept his scent on low, he breathed in the sweet smell in the air, you were calm and comfortable, so your scent covered the entire room, Loki could drown himself in it.

There was a pause when you noticed a shadow looming over you and before you could figure out who it was he nose was pressed your neck, it startled you but then he let his own scent surround you, musk and dark chocolate.

"Oh?" Was all you could say, your body seemed to have a mind of it’s own, you were leaning into him, he felt nice.

"Brother! My lady please forgive him he is not familiar with earthly customs!" Thor tried to push Loki away but his brother growl at him, literally growl.

"No! Oh my days, Loki this is inappropriate-"

"He’s your brother?" You said not moving an inch away "he’s the one that you’re always talking about? Loki?" You looked up at the alpha holding you.

The green eyed man smirked "The one and only, little omega" you felt your cheeks heat up and bit on your bottom lip.

"My lady please forgive his behavior, he’s…he’s as you Midgardians say it…special?"

You smiled at Thor "it’s ok, his scents is nice and it’s not like he’s trying to mate mark me" you pulled away and took a good look of his face, handsome.

Loki watched you with curiosity as you lifted your finger and touched his sharp fangs "I think I can watch him for you a little bit if you want to catch up with Bruce, he seems friendly" you chuckled at the frown that appeared on Loki’s face.

Thor stared between you two for a minute before realizing what was going on "Oh… well then, I will see you when it’s time to go home brother…but behave yourself!"

"He’s suffocating"

"No, he only cares about you"

Loki bit the inside of his cheek then went back to nuzzling his nose against your neck, his body visibly melting into your scent.

You can definitely get used to this.

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #omegaverse #loki x reader #alpha loki #omega reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki friggason #loki friggachild

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the alpha’s trophy | s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, kidnapping, praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (female recieving), forced orgasms, omega heat, domestic!steve, my attempt at politics

A/N: This probably should’ve been two parts but oh well! (model is @enchated_noir)

In which you’re the last Omega and Steve’s the most influential Alpha in the country.

word count: 9k

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Your bare feet padded against the wooden floor of Bruce Banner’s downstairs hallway. It was past your bedtime, a strict nine-thirty, but some nights you got curious what the bumbling man got up to at night. His office was on the first floor of his brownstone, with double doors leading to a spacious but paperwork covered room. You made sure to tip toe as you peaked inside, thankful that he was probably too much in a hurry to make sure it was closed.

Blue holograms surrounded the room, each one representing a living person and almost each you now recognized. When you first met Bruce, you hadn’t realized just how famous he was and it was too late to be cautious of his sad and volatile past. He’d moved past it, he explained to you, and he was gonna help you control your inconvenient gene as well. That’s what the medicine was for.

Apparently, you had your own inner demon to fight off, “Bruce, all your leads seem to be coming up empty,” That voice was James Rhodes, the Iron Patriot, Tony Stark’s former right hand man, “I’ve spent the last two months combing through mountains in Veracruz using the device and absolutely nothing. Before that, Washington, Montreal, and Savannah. I spent half a year in Cork and never got close to an alert. You’ve been around the world yourself and you still have faith in this thing?”

Bruce always seems grumpy on the mornings after these meetings. He was always the smartest in the room and people could treat him sometimes like he wasn’t, “We have DNA collected from some of the last Omegas that ever existed and we have DNA from perhaps the strongest Alpha in the world. It’s in their chemistry for Alpha’s to find Omega’s and the device is able to completely, although artificially, utilize that ability. It’s a science. A science I have mastered. The problem isn’t with the device.”

“Then what is the problem, Bruce?” Bucky Barnes, you recognized that voice too. He’s the one who gives Bruce the most headaches. You could also recognize him by the energy he gave off, energy you could feel even through the hologram.

“The problem is simply that this crisis is worse than we feared. We haven’t come across an Omega yet because there are most likely less than ten of them left on this entire planet. If that.”

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips and Bruce turned around, meeting your eyes for a second before pretending that he hadn’t noticed you. He didn’t want them to know you were there for some reason.

“He won’t take that as an answer,” Bucky responded and you leaned in closer, gently placing your hand on the knob. You knew Bruce would be angry but you cared more for hearing the rest of the conversation, “If there is even one left, he wants them, and he won’t stop searching. Even if it is a one in a seven billion chance, Dr. Banner.”

Bruce leaned against his desk, his arms crossed in front of him as he blew out a sigh, “There’s always an evolutionary reason for things like this. They weren’t snapped away, they slowly stopped being born and they died out. Tell Steve this or not, I don’t care, but it seems the universe is telling us to move on. Alphas will mate with Betas and Betas will mate with those who are not ranked. The world goes on.”

“Bruce-”

Bruce interrupts Rhodes, “Hey, maybe ask Captain Marvel if she’ll fly you an alien omega from another planet,” The scientist didn’t let the two men get anything out before pressing a button on his computer that ended the call.

You took a step back, wondering if you could make a dash upstairs and avoid his wrath, “Don’t,” You heard his voice on the other side of the door before one of the double doors swung open.

You took a breath, “Hi,” You whispered.

“Hi,” Bruce seemed to smile even though he really didn’t want to. He looked down at your small figure, deciding that, like usual, he just couldn’t get truly angry at you. Although he was a Beta and completely outranked you, he never treated you that way, “I thought you were fast asleep.”

“I was…” You tiptoed around the truth. “I couldn’t sleep and … you never talk much about the stuff you do.”

“You’re curious,” Bruce placed his hand on your shoulders, a comforting and warm feeling flowed through, as he slowly turned you in the direction of the kitchen, “I suppose I can’t blame you for that. You know what always helps me sleep?”

You perked up, looking over your shoulder at him, “Milk and cookies?”

“Milk and cookies,” He nodded in agreement, leading you into the small kitchen. All the appliances were on one side, a wooden dining table on the other, with a view of Bruce’s tiny yard. There was a small garden outside though all the plants were dead since Bruce was often too busy and not home enough. You wished you could tend to it but you weren’t allowed outside.

You watched as he retrieved the store-bought cookies from the freezer and you helped him separate them on the pan, “I assume you heard a lot of my conversation.”

“A little,” You shrugged.

“Y/N,” He warned, “C’mon, what are you thinking?”

“That I’ve never …met an Alpha before,” You spoke honestly.

“Well, they’re getting rare these days as well. I suppose that’s a good thing that there’s less ego. If you’re lucky, you’ll never meet one.”

You nodded although you still had questions, “But why exactly can’t I meet one?”

Bruce was quiet for a moment, like he suddenly realized how delicate this topic was, “Alphas and Omegas are a natural pair but Omegas are outnumbered. Too outnumbered.”

“You said that there are probably less than ten of us,” You remembered, “Did you mean that?”

“Yes,” Bruce spoked quickly, “But it’s an estimate. It’s been thirty years since anyone has seen a living Omega.”

“But I’m not the last one, right?” You asked, “You could find another? Why don’t you use me to help? I could help.”

“Y/N,” Bruce said, snapping you from your delusions, “It’s a miracle I found you. A complete miracle. And I promised your Grandmother that I wouldn’t experiment on you, that’s the last thing that she wanted. In the wrong person’s hands, that’s exactly what you’d be. She wanted you protected.”

You weren’t sure exactly how you should feel. You had no idea you could be more isolated. It was all you had known. You spent the first eighteen years of your life with Nana and then the next three with Bruce. You’d never gone to a real school or had real friends and yet this was the first time you were truly alone. You were one of the last ones left. There was no one out there to truly understand you.

The two of you sat at the dining table after the cookies cooled off, your legs tucked beneath you, as you leaned over your plate, “Why do you lie to your friends on the blue computer things?”

“I used to call a lot of people my friends. Now things are different and I just don’t agree with the things they stand for anymore.”

“So why do you talk to them?”

“They’re connected to an important person. I can’t really afford to be on their bad side.”

“The man who’s looking for someone like me?” You pressed further.

Bruce hadn’t realized you comprehended so much and he noted that he would have to start taking his meetings elsewhere. Bruce dipped his last cookie in his glass, eating the whole thing in one bite before dusting off his hands, “I think that’s enough for tonight. You won’t be able to sleep with so much on your mind.”

“There’s already so much to think about,” You whined, “I can handle it, I promise. Besides, who am I gonna talk to about it?”

“That’s enough for tonight,” Bruce spoke firmly, “We both could use some rest.”

Once you found sleep it was relatively peaceful but you were jolted awake by your blanket being ripped from on top of you. You didn’t realize your heart could beat so fast and you were immediately angry at Bruce who had scared you within an inch of your life, “Get up,” He spoke aggressively, “Put your things in this. Pack only the things you need.”

He tossed you a black backpack that you had a feeling would not fit enough of your precious knick knacks that you’d acquired over the past few years. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, “W-What’s wrong?” You asked as he made his way to the door, “Bruce!”

“We’ve been here too long, Y/N,” He ran his fingers through his hair, his voice losing breath, “I’m taking you somewhere safe. I-It’s, uhm, everything’s fine. Just pack up and come downstairs.”

You did as he said, grabbing a maroon sweater to drape over your nightgown before grabbing more clothing items to put in the bag. You decided on one stuffed animal, a squishy version of a panda bear, before grabbing a few toiletries from your bathroom including your white pills.

You slipped on a pair of black boots, strapped on the backpack, and hurried your way down the stairs. This moment felt exactly how it did when your Nana’s heart gave out and Bruce was whisking you away to a land you’d never been before.

“Bruce, I’m ready,” You hurried to the bottom of the stairs only to see a gun being pointed at the side of Bruce’s head. The man holding the gun was dressed in black, an arrow strapped to his back, and intricate tattoos decorating his arm. There was another man with dark skin who’s determined look seemed to be replaced by a dropped jaw at the sight of me, “Bruce.”

“God almighty,” The man with the gun spoke, taking me in. Bruce gave you a panicked look and for the first time it seemed like he didn’t have a plan. You did the only thing you could think to do. You turned on your heel and ran back up the stairs, “Go, Sam.”

You made it back to your bedroom, locking it behind you as you ran to your window. There was a pounding at the door but it wasn’t louder than the pounding in your ears. You manage to get it open before your door is completely broken down. You were halfway onto the landing before you were wrapped in strong arms and yanked back inside. You dug your nails into the man until he groaned in pain but he never let you go.

As your hands desperately grabbed at the stair railing, you heard a deafening sound from too close nearby. Sam hurried down the stairs with you in his arms and he finally let you go when he reached the bottom, “W-What did you do?” You scrambled to your feet, looking over the couch to see Bruce on the floor, the carpet around his head soaking with blood.

“Resisting arrest by a government official,” The man declared and you felt your knees give out beneath you.

“She doesn’t smell like one, Clint,” Sam commented.

“He’s probably been feeding her suppressants. Makes sense why we haven’t had a lead in years,” They spoke about you like you were an object and perhaps that’s what you were, “Cuff her, let’s go.”

You didn’t resist as your arms were pulled behind your back and a black sack was hauled over your head. It’s like your body wanted to shut down, to free you from the terror in your mind, and you could barely feel a thing as you were led outside. It was the first time you’d truly been outside for years and you couldn’t even feel the sun on your skin.

You could hear the roaring sound of a large engine and you were lifted inside before a door was slammed shut. You couldn’t tell if you were alive. You told yourself to breathe but breathing led to hyperventilating. There was not enough air in your lungs nor inside the hood over your head and the oxygen ran out soon and your thoughts trailed off to nowhere.

Steve and Bucky sat side by side in the back of the armored vehicle. Fort Lehigh was their destination, newly revamped in Steve’s honor and now the largest army base in the country. Bucky handed Steve a phone displaying a live feed of your room.

His first impression of you was how small you were and how you looked even smaller due to the fact that you were curled up tightly in a ball. The bed wasn’t small and you didn’t seem to lack any blankets, you were just seeking comfort within your own skin.

“How long has she been off the suppressants?” Steve asked, concern laced in his tone that he would only show to his closest friend.

“Almost 72 hours,” Bucky answered.

“And no one has been allowed near her?”

“No, only the unranked, just like you asked. I doubt anyone will make a move against you, they know where your eyes are set.”

“Still, it’ll be hard for any Alpha to resist her when she fully presents as an Omega. I need to make an offer to Capitol Hill.”

After Tony Stark’s death and Thanos’s defeat, Steve became even more of a symbol. Now, he was the highest ranking American soldier and had more political influence than any politician, “They’ll be touted as heroes for giving the last Omega to their most respected soldier.”

“But they’ll still want something to line their pockets,” Steve said, looking down at the small screen. You still hadn’t moved and Steve wondered how much they scared you during the retrieval. Steve cleared his throat, handing the phone back over. The car was getting closer to the center of the base and he’d be face to face with you soon. He adjusted the front of his suit, a darker version of the usual red, white and blue, “Whatever they ask, make sure they get it.”

“Aye, aye.”

The room barely had any blankets or pillows. One pillow and one blanket. You were completely freezing and all you wanted to do was be under a mountain of blankets and stuffed animals. There were no stuffed animals either and you’d probably never see your old ones again. And fuzzy socks. No fuzzy socks. This place was a complete prison.

In a panic you rearranged the room, moving the mattress beneath the bed and laying the blanket on top to create a tent. They never turned the lights off here either so the time of day was lost on you.

The door to your cell creaked open and you assumed someone was here to drop off food but an extremely deep voice said your name. The name vibrated through you, widening your eyes, and raising every hair on your body. It felt as if you were hearing it for the first time.

You didn’t move but the door closed and the footsteps became louder. His smell enveloped the room, warm and woodsy, like tobacco leaf and vanilla. You completely felt him before you saw him. You could picture him as everything about him had already invaded your every sense.

He kneeled down, lifting the blanket that was shielding you in your tent. It was like a scary movie, the murderous villain finally shows him face, only to be extremely handsome. You were still frightened nonetheless. He scanned you fully examining you like one of his missions.

Steve Rogers.

You were surprised when he let the blanket fall and let you be enveloped by darkness once again. His footsteps faded and the cell door opened, “She needs blankets. Soft things. Find whatever you can. And kill the lights at night, no one can sleep that way. Understand?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

Steve was right. You weren’t tucked away under the bed anymore, you were gathering everything soft they’d given you and creating an intricate nest on the floor. Every pillow was arranged perfectly, contorting to the shape of your body as you finally slept peacefully.

“These young kids have never even seen a young Omega in their lifetime. I didn’t realize they’d have no idea how to care for one,” Steve stood beside Bucky, watching you through the two way mirror.

“It’s a shame,” Bucky shook his head, “I remember when we were younger and we thought you’d turn out to be an Omega.”

Steve smiled, “I proved myself, didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” Bucky nodded, “She could turn out to be something great too. A symbol, I mean. People think the reason we lost so many Omegas is because of how corrupt our society has become. You two … you could represent a transition back to good, American values.”

Steve couldn’t even admit how much the idea of that excited him, “I’ve let you hang around too many politicians.”

“I’m Mr. America, Cap’s Best Friend. Don’t forget that,” Bucky nudged him, “What’s stopping you from just taking her and running?”

“I’m gonna do this right,” Steve responded, “And the suppressants haven’t worn off, I want to be absolutely certain of what she is. Besides that, I’m making other preparations. Everything will eventually go public and people will either want to sell her or experiment on her. I need a safehouse, one much better than Banner’s.”

“What was he thinking?” Bucky asked in disbelief. He was the one who spotted you during the meeting. You were the eyes peeking through the door of Banner’s office.

Steve knew exactly what happened, “He was still trying to be the good guy.” Years ago, he would’ve done the same.

The next time Steve visited your room, you were less on edge but your body was starting to drive you crazy. You had random crying fits even when you weren’t sad and moments where it felt like your blood was on fire. The only thing that soothed you was your pile of soft things.

He leaned against the wall, arms folded in front of him, like a guard, “You had him killed.”

Steve shook his head, “No,” He also didn’t send Clint and Sam there with orders to take him peacefully, “But I’m sorry for your loss.”

You didn’t believe him, that was clear, “He was your friend before he knew me.”

“When you get older, you’ll understand friends often grow apart,” That was something Bruce would’ve said to you.

“And I guess I’ll make friends one day from inside the box I’m forced to live in,” You responded, playing with the fringe on a teal blanket.

“You won’t feel trapped for long.”

Next he was gonna say you’ll have plenty of space to roam, like you were an animal, “You’re the man who was looking for someone like me?”

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N,” You sucked in a breath, “And as my luck would have it, you’re here.”

“What do you want to use me for?”

The captain’s eyes seemed to narrow on you, “What do you think I would like to use you for?”

He was toying with you and you wished you weren’t in such a low position compared to him, “Bruce said bad people would want to experiment on me. He said I was one of the last ones.”

“You are the last Omega, honey,” Steve pushed away from the wall, stalking closer, “And just like Bruce, I don’t want you to be an experiment either.”

“But … you won’t give me my pills.”

“Those pills repress the most special part of you. That’s the part I’m interested in,” Steve crouched down, getting closer to eye level with you, “You don’t know much about yourself, do you?”

You glared at him, and you were angered at what he seemed to be implying. Yes, you were younger and less experienced but you were not stupid. Anger was soon replaced by a new feeling as his eyes settled on your lips. You stood up from the mattress, crossing the room to create more distance.

“What if I don’t want to go with you?”

Steve hung his head for a moment and you could tell that was not the reaction he wanted. He stood next, and you realized just how much bigger he was than you. You were a third of him, his shadow immediately draping over you, a wall of muscle you could barely see past.

“I know that coming off the suppressants is making you feel weird . . . emotional, even, but it’ll pass. You’ll feel normal-”

“I-I’m emotional because you . . . y-you killed my friend and I’m stuck here!” You were surprised you raised your voice but you needed him to hear you. Your voice was smaller than his and your voiced seemed to bounce right off of him and crumble to the floor. Still, your frustrations flowed out, “I don’t know you, I don’t know where I am, and everything here tastes like … l-like cardboard! None of my clothes are here, my panda is gone, and there’s no bad reality television to watch!”

Steve smiled, “Keep going, sweetheart.”

You had the urge to scream but you clenched your fist instead. Steve watched as you began to pace, “This is what I was warned about. Those pills keep me from being w-weak . . . a-and crazy and I’m not supposed to be like this,” Tears stung your eyes before they fell down your cheeks, “I'm not supposed to be here with you.”

“Come here, Y/N,” Your body went rigid as his voice shivered through you. You looked up at him in shock as it wasn’t you who was in control of your movements, “Come closer.”

He’d changed his voice, it had the same deepness but it was now dripping in influence. Control.

A test.

You tried to shake your head but couldn’t. You were still upset, your throat still tight from the crying, and you felt the lack of control was gonna make your mood worsen.

“Y/N,” He tried again and you actively fought it.

“No,” You struggled to say, your voice a whimper, “Please.”

Now, you were desperate. Steve liked that word on your lips and he liked those tear stained cheeks more than he’d probably admit.

“Come,” He ordered again and your body moved towards its Master, “That’s it, good Omega. Good girl.”

Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him and your head rested on his chest. A switch flipped inside you as you were enveloped in his warmth and a part of you seemed to roar awake as his large hands pet the curls atop your head. Your worries faded, your heartbeat evened out, and the flame beneath your skin was extinguished.

It was euphoric.

Steve went into the ice unmated, and once he awoke, all the Omegas were gone. Something shifted within him as well and even he marveled at how quickly nature took its course. The sound of his voice was enough to quell your tantrum. All you needed was to be reminded of your place. You’d have him to guide you and to protect you. Steve would make sure you wanted for nothing.

When you pulled away from his embrace, your hands roamed cautiously over his uniform, feeling every divet and wanting desperately to feel his skin. Your smaller hand grabbed his, your doe eyes staring up at him. What were the chances that the last Omega in the world would be this beautiful?

Steve was curious about your next movements as you led him over to your makeshift bed. You pointed down to the bed, expecting him to understand but he was left guessing, “You want me to lie down, honey?”

You nodded, the relaxed daze you were in had left you speechless. Steve did as you wanted, wondering how it was that he was taking the orders now. Normal, non-hypnotized you, would’ve found it funny watching the monster of a man lay there on a twin sized mattress. Now, all you wanted was to be protected in his embrace. You kept your hand in his, laying down right next to him.

Next, you closed your eyes and found the coziest dreamland.

Two days later, the scientists on the base declared that it was likely that the suppressants were no longer in your system. You were at your most natural state but it couldn’t feel much more foreign than it did. Steve was wrong, the emotional fits continued but now it was due to the fact that he’d left you alone, clinging to a pillow that still smelt like him. You missed him and hated that you missed him.

That morning, your breakfast arrived as well as a stack of folded clothes. You knew it was a sign that you were leaving the room but that brought new fears you hadn’t even considered. You were trading this prison for another but there had to be some way out. Steve couldn’t possibly have everything figured out. But what if he did? And he’d overpower you easily so what was there left to do.

You were beginning to think it might be better to be a science experiment rather than his puppet.

The clothing provided was a pink, floral, knee-length dress and a clean pair of white sneakers. Undergarments were provided, of course, but you wondered if Steve had a hand in picking those. Before you could stop yourself, you brought the dress to your nose, needing to know if he had touched them.

You sensed no trace of him and immediately felt embarrassed that you desired him. That emotion turned to anger and you decided that you wanted to stay a little longer in the white box. You tossed the clothes to the side, focusing on fueling yourself instead. When your food was done, you stared at the two way mirror, a scowl on your face, and you hoped Steve was on the other side.

The door opened again thirty minutes later and you were fully prepared for Steve but a woman entered instead, unranked, and dressed like a lawyer. She smiled at you, her dark hair tucked neatly in a bun behind her hair, as she closed the door behind her, “Y/N, I’m Maria Hill, It’s nice to meet you.”

You scanned her over, unable to even truly imagine how disheveled you must look in comparison to her. She glances quickly over to the clothes that are tossed to the side of the room. “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s going to meet us at our next location but don’t even worry about him, think of me as your advocate. I’m going to explain all the legal jargon so it’s not-”

“Legal?” Your eyebrows raised, “Where are we going?”

“Washington, D.C.,” She said, “A senate subcommittee meeting is being held concerning your … well-being.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. W-Why does the Senate care about me? Do lots of people know about me? How many?”

“As of this morning, the world knows,” She spoke, although her eyes said that she knew she was delivering devastating news, “Our government has a duty to protect you, Y/N. They’re deciding the next steps they need to make in order to ensure your safety.”

“I’m safe here,” You rushed out, panic beginning to set in, “Just let me stay here. I-I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

“Listen, I know this is frightening but this is your chance to ensure your own freedom,” That snapped you from the fog of anxiety, “You can show them who you are, that you’re your own person with feelings and needs. You can say whatever you want to them. This isn’t the 50’s anymore, the only thing they want to force you to do is to stay alive.”

You swallowed.

You weren’t even sure who you were and you weren't even sure you could even think of words to describe yourself that didn’t seem juvenile. Steve had the upper hand in that arena as well. You didn’t know him well but you could tell he was sure of himself.

You stayed close to Maria the entire time, during the helicopter ride and the car ride to the Capital. As you got closer, you saw thousands of people lined up on the street just to see the line of black limos pass by. There was no hiding it, the world knew your name and there was no hiding your scent.

A group of eight Secret Service agents surrounded you the entire time, up the white steps and into the prestigious building. You couldn’t see much past them. You could only hear the roar of a crowd and the snapping of pictures.

Once you were inside, the agents parted only to let someone into you and Maria’s bubble. You hadn’t seen Steve since you’d cuddle up to him in bed and you didn't realize you’d feel the same euphoria as before just by being a foot away from him. You kept your hands to your side, resisting any desire to reach out and grab him, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,'' was the first thing he said. You could say the same as he was dressed in a fancy black suit, his lapel decorated with several different medals of honor.

Your lips parted although no words left them. That made him smirk.

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

You shook your head quickly.

“Good,” He stated, “There’s no need to be nervous when I’ll be there, understand?”

You nodded, feeling like a puppet.

“Tell me you understand, honey.”

“I . . . I understand,” You found your voice and you gave Maria a suspecting look which Steve seemed to notice.

“Is that all, Captain?” Maria asked, “The meeting is starting soon.”

“Yes,” He leaned down to whisper in your ear in that life-shaking, influencing tone, “You’re mine.”

The pictures didn’t stop even as you entered the meeting room. The room was huge with wood walls and expensive looking golden fixtures everywhere. The group of 12 senators sat in a half circle behind a curved wooden desk, elevated a few feet from the crowd. You walked with Maria past several rows of pews filled with people. There wasn’t enough room for everyone to sit, leaving reporters and photographers standing on the sides of the room, snapping pictures, and calling out your name in order to get your take on the situation.

The room felt airless and it made it even worse that you felt you were moving in quicksand. Maria was keeping you upright, tethering you to the planet you mentally felt so far away from, leading you to the second table placed in front of the congress members. When you sat beside her, you wanted to stop yourself from looking behind you but you couldn’t help herself. Like you expected, everyone’s attention was locked on you. From all angles, there was no way you could escape it.

Your eyes met Steve’s who was sitting in the adjacent table to yours, right next to Bucky Barnes. You realized that Steve was going to be a voice in this matter, most likely arguing against whatever you wanted for yourself.

With your feet dangling above the group in the large chair, it was hard to think the two of you were on the same level.

The meeting had started but you felt outside your body and you realized you were only staring instead of listening. Everything seemed to get quiet and you were suddenly back in your body. You had no idea how long it had been since you sat down or why everyone seemed to be waiting.

Maria squeezed your hand which was sweaty and resting on the table in front of you. She leaned over to say, “Senator Ochoa addressed you,” She gave you a reassuring smile, “She wants you to introduce yourself and talk about how you ended up here today. Just stand and share what you’re comfortable with.”

You didn’t know you’d have to stand to speak and you were almost considering falling over and faking a heart attack. Steadying yourself on shaking legs, you suddenly realized you had no idea who that senator was. You scanned their nameplates, your eyes landing on a brown skinned woman with straight white hair.

You were suddenly aware it had been an uncomfortable amount of silence since someone last spoke. Still, you were getting up the courage, deciding to focus on the woman as a way to not focus on the hundred of people whose eyes were on you, “Hi … I’m Y/N … Y/L/N-” Already there were whispers and you looked down at Maria who was urging you to continue, “I-I didn’t know I was coming here today and I’ve . . . never even been in a room with more than 3 people until now. The past few days have probably been the worst of my life but . . . before that, I grew up with my grandmother. She protected me and she homeschool me for my entire life. When she died, Dr. Banner took me in-”

Everyone was in tune to every word you said, like your life was the most interesting thing in the world. Truthfully, your life still wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things and you disliked the seriousness people were now assigning it.

“He kept me safe and loved me like his own. He was . . .” You held in your tears but your eyes still watered, “He was murdered by one of your government officials and now I’m here. That’s my life, Congresswoman.”

She addressed you again, “Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. We’re all aware this environment is abnormal for you, that’s why we had Agent Hill help represent you today. Please feel free to ask questions if you don’t understand something,” You nodded, “If I may continue, in the official report, it says that Dr. Banner pulled a knife on Agent Barton. You mentioned that he kept you safe. Would it be safe to say that he would kill for you?”

“I didn’t know him as a killer, and I was there, I know for a fact that he didn’t try to hurt Agent Barton. There was a gun pointed to his head-” You tried to control your tone, not wanting to come off as angry, although that was all you felt when you thought about how he died, “No, he wouldn’t have.”

Another Senator spoke up, “Miss Y/L/N, isn’t it true that Dr. Banner didn’t clue you in to much of his business? Did you know that he had sold the government fake tracking devices and was sending our agents on wild goose chases around the world?”

“Well …” You couldn’t lie, especially around this many people, “I didn’t know that exactly. I did know that Omegas were being searched for and that . . and that-”

“Did you or did you not know the device was fake, Miss Y/LN?”

You looked down at Maria and she simply told you to be honest, “No, I didn’t.”

You were asked a few more questions and the only thing the Senators seemed to learn was that you knew nothing at all. When it seemed they were getting nowhere with me, they moved to Steve, and many of the Senator’s eyes seemed to light up when the hundred year old man began to speak.

“The matter of today is not to determine the cause of Dr. Banner’s death nor is it meant to decide his intentions. Whether we believe he was right or wrong, the law was broken. It was established years ago, that any Omega must be turned over to authorities,” Steve was confident and precise, “Of course, we’ve never had to actually deal with that possible issue until now. There’s no point in wasting time. We’ll need a plan to keep Miss Y/L/N safe and then procedures in place in case another Omega is found. Miss Y/L/N’s surfacing gives hope for a promising future but we can’t deny that her presence will bring challenges.”

The conversation shifted to one that you no longer felt a part of.

“What’s a sure way that an Omega remains protected?” One Senator asked.

“A mate,” Another one answered.

“Are you suggesting the government play matchmaker?” Senator Ochoa seemed to be one of the few not under Steve’s influence.

“As Captain Rogers said before, Senator, a sole Omega will attract much unwanted attention. Having a mate, a physical bond, would provide the most protection,” You could feel Steve’s eyes on you although you couldn’t face him. You worried he’d gain the ability to control you with his eyes next.

You watched as a debate began between the Senators, some calling it blasphemous but too many suggestions involved sacrificing self interest for the greater good. You turned to Maria who seemed surprised by the direction of the conversation as well. She stood next and you mentally let out a breath of relief as you weren’t sure you could eloquently get your point across, “It must be her own choice of who her mate should be. Arranged matings are not the sort of precedent we want to set in this country.”

“I’m afraid this precedent has already been set, Agent Hill,” Senator Brinkley chimed in, “With the decline in new Omegas during the 60’s, arranged matings were very common and even arranged by local governments. I urge Miss Y/L/N to consider the incentives we’d be required to provide her for her trouble.”

“Her trouble? Money is not something that would compensate for any sort of emotional distress.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Ranked humans are meant to have mates. Omegas are born to be paired with Alphas. It’s in all of our natures.”

You saw Maria running into a dead end and your anxiety grew worse, “I hadn’t realized this was an ambush. I am moving that we schedule another meeting a few days from now. That way we can have more time-”

“Time is of the essence, Agent Hill,” Steve interrupted.

“Captain Rogers is correct,” Senator Neal, the subcommittee chairman, made his final declaration, “We can arrange another meeting soon but the problem at hand must have a solution for now. We simply cannot take the chance of losing our last Omega. For the time being, Miss Y/L/N will be turned over to Captain Steve Rogers. As our most decorated military member and one of our highest ranking Alphas, I believe she’ll be in great care.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” You heard Maria say before you tuned out the world around you.

Being one of the few Omegas, you thought you might be treated as less than but until now you hadn’t realized how true that would be. It was stupid to let the crowds and reporters fool you. They were watching you like an animal in the zoo because that’s exactly what you were now.

When you tuned in again, a calloused hand had wrapped around your tiny one and you were standing in front of a flock of reporters. You looked up at Steve and he had the same confidence and seriousness in his look as he spoke to them. He’d probably have no problem convincing the public that this was the right choice.

You had to walk fast to keep up with him. Maria was gone, you weren’t sure when you had lost her, but now you were surrounded by even more people that you didn’t know. At some point you were sitting in a car listening to Steve talk on the phone to what sounded like a news outlet. Then at another point you were being pulled out of a car and lifted into strong arms. You supposed Steve had gotten tired of your short legs.

It was loud on the asphalt, you heard the whirring sound of the engine as you were carried closer to it. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your head tilted into the side of his neck as you inhaled the most enticing scent, “The hard part is over, honey. You can relax now.”

You ran to what you hoped was the bathroom once you awoke and saw that you were on TV. Your eyes were closed as you wretched but you could still see a scared little girl standing shyly next to the strongest soldier in the world. Why did you let him whisk you away when you could’ve stood up for yourself? Why could you not think for yourself at all when you touched him?

When you finished vomiting into the toilet, you made your way over to the sink, and you saw a figure standing behind you as your eyes first opened again, “Your toothbrush is in the first drawer to the right. All your things are on the right side, mine on the left. The closets are organized the same way.” You opened the door and surely there was a pink, electric toothbrush.

You truly got a chance to look at the bathroom which had tall ceilings, a fancy shower, his and hers sinks, and the impossibly clean mirror in front of you, “I don’t have any clothes,” You countered, adding toothpaste to the tip.

“I had a few things brought from Banner’s house and I had more purchased for you.”

You shifted, not having expected he would go as far to get you clothes you’d actually be comfortable in. You didn’t let that ease you, your stomach still feeling unsettled as you began to brush your teeth. Steve’s eyes stayed on you, watching you as if you might dust away at any moment.

“I know it was scary being seen by all those people,” Steve said, leaning in the bathroom doorway. He almost looked unfamiliar in a black t-shirt and black sweatpants, “You represent something good, that’s all, that’s why people care so much.”

You spit the contents in your mouth into the sink, wiping your mouth as you turn off the water, “You knew how it would affect me but you caused it. Maria said that yesterday–”

“Two days ago, you’ve been asleep for awhile,” He corrected you. Your brows furrowed and you finally noticed the clothes you were wearing. A men’s plaid button up that went all the way down to your knees.

You couldn’t possibly have slept for two days, “You keep using your stupid Alpha voice on me and now I’m losing track of time. The last thing I remember was getting on the plane. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Your eyes were wide, panic setting in again.

“Y/N, you fell asleep because your body was exhausted and my touch allows for it to relax. You’re not losing your mind, I promise, just learning more about yourself.”

It didn’t make sense. You had no idea that Alpha’s had that power over Omegas, “That doesn’t change what you did. Maria said that the meeting was an ambush. You planned it. You knew what decision they were going to make.”

“Yes,” Steve nodded, “I pushed them in the correct direction.”

You shook your head, “I’d rather be back in the white box than here with you. I’d rather even be where Bruce is now. I hope you know that. Whatever little voice you use, or whoever I turn into when you touch me, that’s not who I am. I hate you.”

You were surprised to see him falter, to see anger threaten to show on his features, and you realized the noble man wasn’t always so stoic.

He straightened himself, his arms still crossed across his chest as he came closer, “I don’t need to use my voice to control you, Y/N. And my voice is not going to be the reason that you’ll do exactly as I say from now on. Would you rather my touch be unkind to you? I can bend you over my lap and show you how unkind I can be. Do you under-”

You caught him by surprise again as you made a break for it, running around him and through the master bedroom. He was stronger but you were much smaller. You couldn’t outrun him but you could exercise what little control you had left.

With tears stinging your eyes, your bare feet padded down a long wooden hallway until arriving at a staircase. Steve wasn’t running but you could hear his heavy steps behind you. You felt you were running through a museum as you began to look around at the decor. You were surrounded by traditional fixtures, moody colors, and a whole lot of war memorabilia.

At the end of the stairs, you saw the front door and ran to turn the knob though it did not budge. You looked through the sidelights, noting that the home you were in was in the middle of a cul de sac and you saw rows of identical looking houses all the way in the distance.

“Y/N!” You kept moving. Steve sounded more annoyed than angry now as he followed you through the kitchen’s swinging doors. You stopped in your tracks, meeting eyes with three people, a woman who was cutting vegetables on a cutting board, a woman who was wiping down a dining table, and a young guy in overalls installing something near the back door.”

You felt Steve’s hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, guys. Y/N desperately wanted a tour. Y/N, this is our chef, Cynthia. Our housekeeper, Amy. And Andrew is taking care of some things around the house, helping us get settled in.”

It looked like he was installing a similar security device to the back door.

It was your turn to say something as both Amy and Cynthia gave you warm smiles. The only thoughts crossing your mind pertained to Steve’s hands on your shoulder, “Will you both be having lunch in the dining room?” Cynthia asked.

“No, just have it sent up in about … an hour,” Steve responded, “Thank you.”

Steve was leading you out of the kitchen and, as soon as you were out of their sites, you were thrown over his shoulder. You expected a cool remark but Steve was quiet as he carried you back up to the room.

He set you on your feet, only to keep his promise by bending you over his lap. He’d sat at the edge of the bed, pinning your arms to your side as he held your body as close as possible. He only had to lift the shirt a small bit to completely expose your body.

“Cynthia and Amy will help us for our first weeks together. Your first real heat will come soon and we’ll need to be together, they’ll be able to keep the house together,” You squirmed as his fingers caressed the back of your thighs, threatening to dip into the gap between your parted legs, “When your heat is much more managed, or when your belly wells up with my child, you’ll take on those duties of maintaining the house. A military base is not where I want us to live forever but it will do for the time being.”

He’d thought all of this over, most likely in great detail, he’d had a chance to process it and he expected that you’d do the same. Still, he gave you little time to panic over that impending doom as he began to lay hard slaps against the bare skin of your bottom.

You screamed, thinking that maybe one of the people downstairs would come to your aid but your hopes weren’t high for long, “Please!” You begged, although you soon grew embarrassed by your own crying, letting the comforting muffle your voice. You didn’t want anyone to rescue you. You didn’t want anyone to know you’d been spanked like a disobedient child as an adult.

“Tell me you’ll be good for me, baby.”

There was no Alpha voice and there was even a sweet mention of a pet name yet this was the most threatened you felt to obey.

“Yes! O-Okay,” You stuttered, choking on a cough.

“Repeat it back to me, Y/N.”

“I’ll b-be good for you, S-Steve,” You could finally catch your breath when he stopped. When he stopped, you didn’t even move yourself, you didn’t even attempt to cover yourself. Steve was the one who lifted you, laying you gently at the edge of the bed with your bottom up.

You laid there motionless, hearing Steve walk away to the bathroom, but your eyes were fixed on the master bedroom door. This would be a bigger cage and you doubted that you wouldn’t feel trapped here like Steve had promised.

The bed dipped beside you and you cringed and squirmed as you felt his hand on your bottom again. He shushed you, holding your upper arm to keep you in place as he lotioned a cool substance over the raw skin.

Steve wiped your tears, pushing the hair from your face in order to admire you more closely. You looked even more beautiful with your wet stained cheeks and he loved the way your eyelashes laid against your cheeks when your eyes were closed.

“Please don’t do that again,” Steve heard you whisper. He grabbed your chin and your eyes fluttered open again. You looked at him in a way he hadn’t noticed before, like you were seeing him for the first time.

Steve didn’t want to argue with you anymore, knowing he could get his point across more clearly with you when he was physical. He brought his lips toward your hesitant ones. Steve knew you wouldn’t pull away, your body wouldn’t let you run away from that sort of pleasure, and he deepened it further.

This wasn’t his first kiss since the 40’s but it sure felt like something new. Steve held your hips and he could sense you get overwhelmed by your wandering hands. He wanted to feel all of you although he knew he’d have to avoid your bottom after his cruel handiwork. He caressed your back, your thighs, and made his way to the back of your neck. He held you in his strong grip, keeping your lips tight against his as he moved his against yours.

His stubble brushed against your skin, tickling you as his lips moved to your neck.

Steve kissed and sucked on your neck and moans and mewls fell from your lips. Steve could tell you were extra sensitive there and it sparked his curiosity. He made it his new mission to find the most sensitive parts of your body, the ones that made your body writhe with pleasure, and one day he’d torture you slowly by focusing on each one.

Steve had to feel between your legs, had to taste and smell you. You were to be his mate, he was the only one to have you in this way, and he’d relish every moment of your first time. He teased your clit with his pointer finger. You closed your legs, an attempt to hide away but he was stronger, “Give yourself to me,” He rasped against your throat, “Or I’ll take it.”

You were already soaking the comforter and Steve heard your words becoming practically incoherent, “I … please … I …so-so … “

Steve pressed your front into the mattress, deciding to take his place behind you, his commanding hands lifting your hips into the air. Your ass was still sore and Steve could feel your fear that he would hurt you again but all you felt was the lips that were just on yours dipping between your legs. He lapped at you furiously, his tongue dipping inside you, licking up and down before it swirled around your sensitive bud.

You moaned into the comforter and Steve rubbed his hard member through his sweatpants. Normally, he might’ve kissed you longer, massaged you longer, or waited until you had a few more orgasms against his tongue but he had to be inside his little Omega.

After he gave you your first orgasm, Steve revealed his cock, wasting no time sheathing himself inside of you.

It felt right, although your body was so much smaller, it was the perfect fit. You’d never done this before but your body was ready, you accepted him with a little bit of easing, “There you go, honey, you’re doing so good,” Your head turned to the side, Steve watched your eyes roll back as he went deep inside of you.

He slowly pressed your hips back down against the mattress, moving in and out of you with ease. He felt every time you tightened around his cock, your body releasing all the tension beneath your skin. Steve removed his t-shirt, beginning to break a sweat although he still had a lot left within him.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked, going harder.

“Don’t stop,” Was your response which made him smile.

“Ask me politely,” Steve slowed his pace, teasing you.

“Please don’t stop,” You spoke quickly and he could tell you were close to convulsing again, “Please, Steve.”

“Good, Omega,” Steve went harder again, knowing you went crazy when he pulled himself all the way out and shoved himself deeper again, “Good girl.”

“Thank you,” You mewled, “I’m your good girl.”

It wasn’t long before your words coaxed him into his own orgasm. He felt his own sense of euphoria as he released inside you, feeling your warm walls around him until his body allowed him to relax. Steve laid beside your shaking body, caressing your back as he pressed his nose into your hair.

“I’m your good girl?” He heard you whisper and he now realized how much his words meant to you. You wanted his reassurance when you were within your most vulnerable state. He knew you were wrong before in saying this side of you was not the real you.

“Yes,” Steve kissed your shoulder, “You’re my good little girl. Forever, honey.”

part two

#dark!steve rogers #black!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #dark steve rogers x reader #mcu smut #dark fics #bucky barnes #maria hill #alpha omega #alpha/beta/omega AU #a/b/o universe #avengers a/b/o

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Surprise, Surprise

AN: It took me a while @navybrat817 but I did something with this little thot you sent me back in June for my birthday. This serves as a follow- up to my kinktober fic Need you now.

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Relationship: Alpha! Nomad Steve x Omega! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

CW: Angst, Attempted assault, Misogyny, Mild Violence, Fluff and Feels, implied sexy times.

Steve leant forward, his weight shifting on to his arms as his hands lay flat against the control panel. It was just a reflex. Getting closer to the view screen wouldn’t change what it was saying, wouldn’t change the fact that he didn’t know where you were.

“I’ve gotta find her, Tony.”

“Chill your boots, Capsicle. She’ll be somewhere.”

Steve ground his teeth, biting back an angry retort.

“I haven’t seen or heard from her in months. She’s overdue her heat. Her apartment is all packed and cleared out. If she’s hurt, or in danger, I’ll never forgive myself.”

A firm hand came down on Steve’s shoulder.

“We’ll find your girl, Stevie. I’m sure Stark and I can put aside our differences long enough.”

There was a derisive snort from Tony’s workstation but Steve chose to ignore it.

“Thanks, Buck. I appreciate it.”

“It’s the least I could do, you know, considering that helping me is what got you into this in the first place.”

Steve gave Bucky a small smile.

“It wasn’t your fault, Buck. Blame the Accords.”

“But they’re rescinded now,” added Tony. “So now we’re a happy family once again, let’s find Cap’s errant Omega, shall we. Then Cyborg and I can go back to ignoring each other.”

Steve sighed and shook his head.

Where could you be?

You made your way down the busy sidewalk, trying your best not to get jostled by everyone else who seemed to be going in the opposite direction. It was cold and dark out, and you had on your big winter coat, but just the act of going against the flow was getting you all hot and sweaty. You didn’t dare undo it though.

It had been 5 months since you’d last seen Steve, when your one word missive via text had brought him out of hiding for a brief few days during your heat. A few days in which you could forget that he was a wanted man on the run. A nomad. He’d just been Steve. Your mate. Your Alpha.

But it was getting hard now. His scent had almost completely faded from his shirt, the one you currently wore. You were desperate to have the vestiges of him on your skin, not only because you missed him, but for safety.

You may wear a mating scar on your neck, but you barely had any Alpha scent lingering on you, meaning that some Alphas, unmated ones, saw you as fair game. An abandoned mated Omega was just a single Omega in their eyes. You’d already suffered some harassment in the last few weeks, cat calls and the such like, but you needed to keep yourself safe.

You pressed on. It was only another couple of blocks until you got back to your shitty apartment. You missed your old one, but after Steve’s last visit, when clarity had hit you a few weeks later, you knew that for his and your safety you couldn’t stay there. You’d packed up only the most precious of your belongings and hit the road.

Suddenly someone bumped into you with surprising force and you spun, your bags dropping to the ground, before you inelegantly joined them. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you’d landed on your backside.

You were just reorientating yourself, a part of you frustrated by how everyone was just passing you by, when a shadow fell over you.

“Need a hand?”

You looked up, and saw two men standing over you. The one who’d spoken had his hand out.

You accepted, tentatively, and let out a small gasp as he easily hefted you to your feet. He smiled at you, but there was something off about it, the way it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You ought to be careful, omega. Being out here, in the dark, all on your lonesome.”

His friend thrust your belongings into your arms and you gripped them tightly so as not to spill them again. You were feeling uncomfortable and just wanted to get home.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you for stopping to help.” You made to step around them and carry on your way, but the pair shifted, caging you in against the side of the building behind you.

“Never a problem for a pretty omega.” His smile turned into a predatory grin and you tried to school your features and not let your discomfort show.

“Well, thank you again…” You took another step, but neither of them moved.

“We’re you going in such a hurry? Thought we could get to know each other better. Maybe you thank us properly.”

You steeled yourself for the inevitable confrontation and tried to nonchalantly catch the eye of a passer-by. Any passer-by.

“Look. I’m appreciative. But I’ve got to get home to my Alpha.” You tilted your head to show your mating scar, but the man just dropped his head slightly, and scented you. You couldn’t repress the full body shiver such an invasion of privacy the act elicited.

“The thing is, ‘mega, I see the scar, but you barely have any of your alpha scent on you. Makes me think you’ve been abandoned, sweet thing.”

You glared before trying to push your way between them.

“I don’t want any trouble.”

He grabbed your upper arm, jerking you to a halt.

“Then come with us nicely, and you won’t have any.”

“No. I’m not going with you. I owe you no other thanks than what I’ve given. And even if I didn’t have an alpha, which I do, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere with either of you.”

The grip on your arm tightened and you couldn’t stop the small cry of pain you let out.

“Ungrateful, omega bitch. Let’s see if you change your tune when you’ve got a knot in you.”

His friend took hold of your other arm and between them they started to haul you towards the mouth of an alley. You dropped your bags again so you’d have your hands free and dropped your weight to make it harder for them to move you. Also, it was now time to make a scene.

“Get off of me. Let me go, you creeps!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, squirming and twisting their grasp, but in the time you’d been interacting with them, the massive crowds that had been your bane earlier on had now disappeared.

You turned your head and latched your teeth onto one of the hands holding you, feeling a burst of pride in your chest when you broke the skin and the man cried out. He dropped you as he let go, and you sank to the floor. Your joy was short-lived though when he back-handed you around the face, and you went dizzy from the force of it. Your vision was cloudy as they pulled you back up.

“Just think, sweetheart. We were willing to be nice. Could have made sure you enjoyed it, but now? Now it’s just for us.” He turned to his buddy. “When did omegas get so uppity? Was a time when as an alpha you just had to say jump and omegas would ask how high.”

Your panic was rising, along with the bile in your throat, but then you smelt it.

Smelt him.

Your salvation.

For a moment you thought your brain was playing tricks on you, but then your hindbrain started whining excitedly and you knew it was true.

“Let. Her. Go.”

A deep growl sounded from the street end of the alley, and your would-be assailants dropped you and turned at the sound. You caught yourself on your palms, scrapping them on the hard, filthy ground, but you didn’t care.

“Steve!” His blue eyes flicked over you, no doubt checking to see how much you’d been hurt, as he stalked forward towards the two men.

“How dare you touch my mate. How dare you touch any omega like that.” His voice was unsettlingly calm and you saw the two men look towards each other, a silent conversation about fight or flight. They didn’t make their decision quickly enough though, because suddenly Steve was in front of them, knocking them out with one punch each, then walking past them, already forgotten, as he focused on you.

“Are you okay, baby?” His voice was full of trepidation as he scooped you up against his chest. You rubbed your face into the crook of his neck, covering your skin with his scent and allowing it to calm you.

“‘M okay, Steve. Just lost my stuff.”

You felt his chuckle rumble through your body.

“I’ll get you some more stuff, Omega. Let’s get you home.”

You allowed him to carry you, your fingers curled into the lapels of his brown suede jacket. You inhaled his scent deeply, and realised after a few minutes that you were purring. Steve pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you were sure you could hear him smile.

“Missed you too, sweetheart. Missed you too.”

You didn’t tell him where your apartment was, but you weren’t surprised that he knew. Of course he’d found out, otherwise he wouldn’t have been in this neighbourhood anyway. He let you back on your feet outside your door, and you were glad that you’d put your keys in your pocket and not your bag. You opened the door and walked through, flicking on the light and illuminating your meagre accommodation.

You could tell Steve wasn’t impressed. If the scent of his dissatisfaction wasn’t obvious enough, the way he went around the whole place, scoping out locks on all the windows would have let you know.

“Baby, why are you living here? Why did you leave your old apartment?”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth. You couldn’t get away with not telling him, so sooner rather than later was obviously the best strategy. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him. You still had your coat on, and with how much heat Steve pumped out, you were starting to sweat within a few seconds.

“I was scared, Steve. And I felt vulnerable. My mind was telling me that I had to go somewhere safe. Somewhere unknown. What if someone had followed you the last time you had visited. Then we…I wouldn’t be safe.”

“You’ve neer felt like that before, Omega. I’ve visited you for your heat there lots of times.”

Laughter bubbled up your throat, and you shook your head, a wry smile on your face.

“Yeah, but last time was sort of different.”

Steve looked down at you, confusion on his face, as you stepped away from him and unzipped your coat, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

Your mate looked at you.

Frozen still.

Mouth agape.

Then he dropped to his knees in front of you, wrapped his arm around your thickened waist and pressed his cheek to your swollen belly, which was barely covered by his worn black t-shirt. You let him have a moment, and just ran your fingers through his dirty blonde locks, humming gently and letting out a soothing scent.

When he pulled his face away and sat back on his heels he was looking up at you in awe. His eyes were red rimmed and you could see the tracks of a few silent tears on his pinked cheeks.

“You’re having my pup?”

You smiled at him and put out your hand to pull him up.

“Yes, silly. Although, I have a feeling it might be pups. Two.”

Steve stood, only to stagger a few feet to your worn sofa, before dropping down into it and pulling you with him to sit across his lap. One of his arms was around your back, supporting you, and the other lay across your stomach, long fingers splayed over your bump. He gave you a soft, lingering kiss, before pulling back and shaking his head, still in disbelief.

“You’re having my pups. Pups. You. Me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, how shocked he was by it all.

“Well, that’s generally what happens when an Alpha and an Omega love each other very much and have a special cuddle…oww!”

You let out a cry as Steve playfully nipped at your neck, just above your mating scar, before running his tongue over it.

“Okay, just stop teasing me, baby. It’s a shock, alright? I knew it was a possibility, but I just didn’t think it would happen. Not yet.”

“Steve, it’s not like we were doing anything to prevent it.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…it’s just part of me thought it wouldn’t happen until we were properly together again.”

Your heart sunk in your chest, as he reminded you of the current state of your relationship.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you resumed toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“When do you have to go?”

“Well, I was thinking that we’d stay here tonight, then pack you up and move you to the compound tomorrow.”

You sat back up with a start.

“What? Compound? What do you mean?”

“Well, now I’m back, I have a big apartment at the Compound, and if you’re there with me, then we can get you the best medical care and…”

You scrabbled off his lap, chest suddenly tight.

“Back? You’re back? When? How? I’m…oh my god, I can’t breathe.”

You sank to the floor, leaning over and dragging air into your lungs. Steve knelt down beside you rubbing your back, letting his scent flow in an effort to soothe you.

“My turn to shock you, ey, Omega?”

You nodded, still unable to speak and feeling a prickling in your eyes.

“I don’t know how you missed it, but the Accords were rescinded. I mean I still gotta have a long ass meeting with some high up folk, but I’m no longer a wanted man. Tony and I have even made tentative steps to get our friendship back on track. Brought Bucky back with me too.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his, uncaring at the tears rolling down your face.

“You’re back, you’re back. Oh god. And I’m having your pups and I can move out of this shitty apartment. Pinch me, I’m dreaming.”

Steve chuckled, and then for the second time in as many hours scooped you up into his arms.

“How about you show me where you sleep in this awful place, and I’ll bite your neck instead, Omega…”

His words were almost a growl as he rubbed his face up against yours, and you felt heat suffuse your body.”

“I’d like that very much, Alpha…”

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meidui · 2 months

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abusive joseph + tony comforts steve

Cat's in the Cradle by Last_Chance_Anna

Steve starts thinking about his father and the affect he had on his life. Tony is there to offer support and comfort.

sympathy, won't you come around? by @16woodsequ @turtle-steverogers

“Oh god.” Steve turns, head on a slow swivel, looking around.

He knows this alleyway. He knows this street, the buildings, tall and laden with clotheslines, running from fire escape to fire escape like veins bleeding life into the city.

They’re in the wrong place. They’re in the wrong time.

In the Dark by @16woodsequ

Joseph Rogers may or may not have been a terrible father, and Steve may or may not dislike small, dark places as a result.

Thankfully, that isn't something he has to deal with much as Captain America.

For the most part.

Hydra bases really suck.

Demon in a Bottle by @avengersnewb

Young alpha Tony Stark picks up his omega, Steve Rogers, from his dad's place, bruised and battered, and he has to do his best to protect his omega from the harms of abusive alcoholic parents.

How to Bond with Your Fellow Superhero 101 by StillTurningOut

"Agree to disagree. But I think I remind you of someone else."

It was eerie watching Steve's reaction. He closed in on himself, 6-feet-something turning into a tiny pile of hurt right there on his lab stool. He looked like a kicked puppy. A really young kicked puppy. A new-born kicked puppy, if you will. Steve with his head tucked down, and the sleeves of his hoodie pulled over his knuckles, he looked all of 21. Which is really too young, in Tony's opinion. Too young to take over a company, for sure.

Maybe too young to get the serum, too.

"I don't know what you mean." Steve tried, but he is a really, really terrible liar. So there's one thing his old-man got right about him.

"Look," Tony dropped into the stool across from Steve, dropping his lever onto the table.

“Did I scare you?”

#inspired by lunafresas' last ask!!#stony #stevetony #fic rec #*

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olderthannetfic · 11 months

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Nothing is more disappointing than clicking on a fic for your OTP and it turns out to have what I call OC Stand-In Syndrome, wherein Character A and Character B have had their backgrounds, personalities and motivations changed alongside plopping them in an AU setting to the point where their names are just about the only thing tying them to who they were originally.

To use an example from a fandom I am not in now but saw a lot of this in when I was, take literally any MCU ship. Stony, but Tony and Steve are in the 1950s and Tony is a shy emotionally damaged Omega uwu and Steve is just a nice guy but not the badass who canonically would fight you for more or less any injustice you committed in front of him. Were their names changed to Antonio and Stefan, you would not recognize that they were supposed to be Tony Stark and Steve Rogers at all. Or it's Stucky, but it's a modern day AU and Bucky is a banker who falls for barista Steve and neither have any personality traits in common with their original namesakes outside of being I guess nice and arguably friendly with each other, though of course in addition to their childhood friendship being erased, so has their poverty, plopping them both into comfortable middle class backgrounds often with supportive living families, making them unrecognizable as far as origins go. Clintasha but Clint is a CEO of a company and Nat is a secretary with no dark backstory and they've never met until one day their soul marks activate and they go on a series of dates where they reveal personalities, backstories, interests and desires that do not match canon Clint and Nat to the point where you don't know why these two were chosen as the named characters.

If you want to write original fiction, by all means, go for it. Write your 1950's A/B/O M/M romance with an emotionally broken, shy uwu boy and his skinny sexy chivalrous Alpha. Write that coffee shop M/M middle-class-without-the-uncertainty thing. Write your busy workaholic cutesy secretary who fate has wed to a CEO and aaaah she's so nervous aaah why is this so awkward. Those are things with audiences who will love them and were they not presented to me with the names of other characters on them, I might like them, too.

But when I go looking for A/B fic and I just find a fic with a character borrowing Character A's name and they're into a character borrowing Character B's name, my thought isn't, "Wow, what a great A/B fic!" it's "you must've accidentally used find-and-replace to put in the wrong names on your OCs".

I got out of Reylo for exactly this reason. I like Reylo. I don't like the latest Sad Girl OC with a different backstory and either much more wallflower or viciously snide personality (depending on what the author thinks is cute/cool) and Sad Boy OC who lacks the rage issues, familial issues and ongoing flaws that make Kylo interesting.

And now it's creeping into my latest fandom and I'm just so tired. Please, I just want to read fic of two characters, not two of your OCs who you haven't named yet.

They probably find their portrayal IC, but yes, this often irritates me too.

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madeforstarker · 22 days

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keep me close, love me most

Summary: where Tony picks up Peter from school after a week of being apart, and they just couldn't wait to get home to fuck.

a/n: this is a starkercest, a/b/o fic written for @starkerkitty I hope you like it, J! Beta'd and edited by daddy @ldvn ♡

Tags: Ambiguous Age, Car Sex, Vaginal Sex, Intersex Omegas, Incest, Father/Son Incest, Cross-Dressing, Hyperfemme Peter Parker, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Semi-Public Sex, Biting, Possessive Tony Stark, Needy Peter Parker

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A sparkling red Bugatti Chiron 300+ was meticulously parked by the curb in front of an Advanced Private School in Manhattan. An Alpha in his 40’s was donned in a customized three piece suit; Tom Ford, two buttoned waistcoat, red silk tie, silk hand threaded button down, paired with matching slacks that were too tight in the right places, accentuated the man’s thick and well-muscled thighs, a custom-made Italian watch sat idly on the said man’s wrists, his dark eyes were covered with red tinted lens glasses as he looked out the window of his car, his lips tucked into a frown as he looked at his watched again, two forty five in the afternoon, any second now…

His lips quirked into a small smile when the school’s doors opened and he saw his boy running down the front stairs and straight to the car. He let out a sigh of relief at seeing the kid happy and excited. He admired his little omega son’s physique, tiny and pliable, in a short plaid blue skirt, knee high socks and those block-heeled Mary Janes he had asked for a few weeks ago. His breath hitched when the skirt hiked out a little and gave him a view of those milky white thighs that were waiting to be marked by his mouth.

The kid threw the door open with fervor, his brown doe eyes fanned by long lashes gleamed with excitement when their eyes met, “Daddy, you’re home! You’re actually here!” Peter said with excitement as he stumbled inside the car and discarded his thousand dollar Chanel backpack on the footwell of the car.

Tony let out a soft chuckle as the car was permeated by his Omega’s excited scent, milk, strawberries, blossoms and something so distinctively Peter that it made Tony’s inner Alpha preen in happiness, he opened his arms and allowed the Omega to settle himself on his lap.

“I did, was a week without me hard, Princess? Did you miss dad?” He asked softly as he buried his nose on the marked scent glands of his son, his Alpha finally calmed down after a week of being away from their Omega, their mate.

Peter grumbled on his lap, “Of course, I did. What kind of question is that?” His Omega said in an indignant tone, wrapping his arms around Tony’s shoulders. “A week being away from you is like hell, daddy, don’t ever do that ever again please!” Peter whined out softly, burying his fingers through Tony’s hair, tugging gently making Tony’s chest rumble in a pleased purr.

“Of course, Omega mine, daddy’s sorry. If I need to go away again for an extended time, I’ll bring you with me, how does that sound?” Tony asked in a low grunt, his mouth already latching on the skin of Peter’s neck. He could feel his cock fattening up against his baby boy’s cunt, feel the heat seeping through even against the layers of fabric in between them. The Omega let out a soft mewl, grinding his hips against his Tony’s, he let out a pleased hum, gripping his kid’s hips tightly, guiding Peter’s movements against his cock.

“Yes– yes, want to come with you daddy- Alpha, oh- please,” his kid begged, grinding his hips harder against Tony’s.Tony chuckled, peppering Peter’s jaw with kisses, he hums against the kid’s neck.

“I don’t know, bambino, what are you begging for?” he asked in a low tone. His own hips canted upwards, pressing his Alpha cock against his son’s cunt that was now sopping wet. The car’s atmosphere was heady with their mixed pheromones, making Tony delirious. He just wanted to claim his son over and over again, being away for too long from Peter made his Alpha needy and primal. The urge to mark his kid was far too strong and he could already feel his canines elongating at the invigorating scent of Peter’s pheromones.

“Daddy,” Peter whined. Tony could feel his Omega’s hold on his clothed shoulders tighten, “please, please, please– missed you! Missed you so much, want you, want you inside me please,” the kid babbled out incoherently, already pheromone drunk. His usual bright brown eyes were dark and dilated, his cheeks flushed red, and fuck– Peter was so fucking beautiful, pretty, gorgeous– every artist would envy Tony, to be able to see Peter in his most natural form, to be able to touch every curve and every dip.

He let out another hum, his hand lowered in between them as he cupped his son’s cunt through the kid’s cotton panties. His breath hitched once more when he felt that Peter was thoroughly wet, he could feel the slick against his fingers and there was nothing more Tony could ever want than to sink into his son’s cunt.

“You want daddy’s Alpha cock deep inside your Omega cunt, baby boy? You want daddy to knot you? Breed you? Fill you with your brothers and sisters?” he whispered against his kid’s ear while rubbing his index finger against the nub of Peter’s clit through the panties.

Peter keened against his ministrations, Tony’s eyes darkened even more when he saw Peter trying to spread his thighs even further. He leaned forward and captured the Omega’s mouth in his, Peter instantly opened his mouth like a pre-programmed response. Tony’s tongue dove instantly into his son’s mouth, devouring his whole as he pressed his index finger harder against the kid’s nub. He could feel Peter’s orgasm brewing, almost ready to explode by just how high-pitched his baby’s squeals and mewls were.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy! Oh god, fuck– gonna cum!”

“Cum for daddy, kiddo, if you be a good boy and cum for me, I’ll give you daddy’s cock,” Tony whispered raggedly against his kid’s ear. Peter mewled in reply, his thighs shook, his head dropped forward onto Tony’s shoulder. As the kid quivered in his arms, he could feel Peter’s clit throbbing under his finger and how slick squirted and wetted his omega’s panties even more.

“So– good daddy– always so good–” Peter whined in delight, his mouth latched on Tony’s scent glands, his thin soft lips sucked on the gland intimately. Tony groaned at the sensation his own restraint snapping as he reached in between their bodies to unbuckle his belt, undo the button of his slacks and pull down the offending zipper, he fished for his hard cock, knot already half formed, stimulated by the scent of his Omega’s arousal, the tip of his cock was wet and leaking with precum.

“Lift your hips up, tesoro, there you go just like- fuck– just like that,” Tony whispered and guided his baby gently. The Omega gripped his shoulder tightly for balance as Peter pulled the crotch of his panties aside and pressed the opening of his cunt against the head of Tony’s cock. Peter let out the tiniest cry as he slowly sank down on Tony’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tony mumbled out as Peter’s tight cunt slowly engulfed his pulsating cock. “So perfect, fuck– such a perfect omega cunt for daddy’s alpha cock, baby boy,” he praised his kid gently, his hands went under Peter’s skirt to hold the teen’s bare hips, gripping them tightly in a possessive manner.

Peter keened in reply, mouth slacked as he finally sat his full weight on Tony’s cock, “Full– so full daddy,” his Omega whispered as the little minx began moving his hips, rocking, circling, finding the right rhythm to ride Tony’s cock. Tony simply hummed and let the Omega use his cock for his pleasure. He loved watching his Omega’s face scrunch up in delight or how those deep brown eyes would widen when Tony hit something inside him, the special spot that made Peter melt.

“That’s it baby boy, ride daddy’s cock, you missed it didn’t you? Well, daddy missed your cunt too, baby, missed fucking my Alpha cock into this wonderful cunt, my perfect Omega mine,” Tony purred against his kid’s neck, licked the scent glands, and nipped gently on it as he began canting his hips up to meet Peter’s movements.

The kid’s only reply was mewls and cries of pleasure as he began greedily bouncing on Tony’s cock, the tight, vice grip of Peter’s cunt around his fat cock was suffocatingly good, Peter’s slick covered Tony’s slacks, his inner Alpha growled in content at the Omega’s pleased and aroused pheromones that filled the car. He could feel his knot already forming at the base of his cock, catching on the opening of Peter’s cunt.

“Daddy— fuck, can feel it! Can feel your knot! Want it please– want your knot daddy!” Peter mewled in delight, his doe eyes looked back at Tony’s. He growled in a primal instinct, he held Peter close to his chest before pistoning his hips wildly, rutting his cock into his son’s tiny cunt. The small ‘ah, ah, ah’ that came from Peter’s mouth made Tony insane with sexual gratification.

“Such a perfect son, the perfect mate, the perfect baby boy, come on, take daddy’s knot baby, take daddy’s cum inside your cunt!” Tony growled out as he felt his boy shake in his arms, he could feel his baby’s walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. He knew Peter had already orgasmed based on his boy’s high pitched squeal and the sharp pain of the Omega’s teeth burying- breaking the skin of his scent glands once more.

Tony let out a grunt and began doubling his effort, his hips snapped dangerously rough and sweet at the same time as his tongue licked his Omega’s scent glands, his knot already popping, his balls drawn tight as he could feel his belly coiling in a vicious spiral, his mouth finds Peter’s scent glands and he automatically sinks his Alpha fangs against the skin. He could feel his boy’s walls flutter around him as he clutched Peter close, burying his knot inside the pliant omega, painting Peter’s fertile womb with his potent Alpha cum.

Peter preened and whimpered, shaking in Tony’s arms, the teen sucked on his scent gland, licking the new bite. Tony did the same— he licked over the bitten scent gland before pressing soft kisses against his Omega’s jaw, “I love you so much, bambino, more than you could ever know.”

“I love you too, daddy, I missed you so much– don’t- don’t go away like that ever again, okay?” his young Omega said softly, letting Tony shower him with soft kisses. They were still parked in front of the school but no one really had the power to question Tony Stark and everyone knew that Tony is mated to his own young Omega son, Peter Stark.

“I won’t, light of my life, it’s so hard being away from my pretty little Omega,” Tony said with a soft teasing tone, but it was an honest statement.

The Omega giggled softly, “Cheeky Alpha,” Peter said with a small grin, his cheeks pink from shyness.

Tony smirked, “only for you, my Omega,” he stated, pressing another soft kiss on Peter’s curls.

“Good,” his son said with a serious expression, “because you are my Alpha and my one true love, okay daddy?”

He felt his heart flutter at the teen's words, his stomach coiled once again, but for a softer reason now. He dropped a kiss on Peter’s lips, “Always, Omega mine, as you are my one true love as well.”

Peter hummed happily, buried his face in Tony’s shoulder and he let out a dreamy sigh. He would burn the world for his Omega and he would rebuild it for Peter if he asked. He would always do everything for Peter, as his Father, his Alpha, and his mate. This was the gift of life that Tony was forever thankful for– and something he would fight for it until his last breath.

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