#omega!steve rogers x alpha!reader

[jimblejamblewritings]

unconventional bonds | part 1.

Summary: Everyone finds it hard to believe that Captain America is an omega. Unlike others in society, he has never had to worry about respect. But he struggles to behave that way omegas are supposed. While Steve has everyone's respect he finds it hard to keep a mate until a new alpha joins the team.

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Smut. Mentions/talks of parental abuse.

Pairing: Omega!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Reader, Steve Rogers x Black!Reader (not really obvious in part 1 but I always have black readers in mind), Steve Rogers x fem!reader (does this mean femme or female because I've seen conflicting info but want to start tagging so male readers that want male reader fics don't feel bamboozled because reader comes in only halfway into this part?)

Word Count: 3.8k

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No one was surprised when the designation written at the top of Dr. Erskine’s forms for Steve Rogers before the serum read omega. He might have been a total hothead when it came to justice and the right thing — and his incessant need to fight back was completely alpha — but it was pretty obvious by looks that he was an omega. But back then, they had assumed that all his illness before puberty had damaged his designation in some way. 

Then the serum was administered and the body suddenly matched the personality that was always there. Steve’s smell had even changed. Everyone was so sure that he was finally the alpha they all expected him to be, including Steve himself. Until he went into heat instead of rut.

He knew the telltale signs and the differences, although slightly harder to tell between men, and it was a heat. It didn’t matter much in the end. Technically, Steve made history in more ways than one. But aside from around the time of his heats, it was near impossible for anyone to tell the captain was an omega. He didn’t even give off the vibes of a beta. And Steve certainly didn’t act like the other men in his designation. 

Despite the oddities, life was good for Steve in nearly every department but love. Steve tried to go for betas, finding them to be a perfect compromise. But Peggy had been the only beta that worked out. Alpha femmes didn’t like that Steve’s submission never looked like what they wanted. Alpha mascs absolutely refused to entertain it like the femmes did and they certainly weren’t about to go up against Captain America.

Omega femmes and mascs seemed to be more okay with the dynamic compared to their alpha counterparts. Especially because Steve satisfied a lot of what they needed in regards to an alpha. But he was never able to satisfy their heats, was very uncomfortable with the thought of them seeking out alphas to help even if solely for medical needs, and his heats were entirely too intense for them. So Steve essentially gave up on finding anyone. 

He threw himself into work, taking extra missions whenever one of his teammates bonded. Maybe it would affect him less if most of the core Avengers weren’t bonded with mainly each other. At least Sam was a beta. Steve was forever thankful for that after Bucky came to him in an absolute tizzy that he had a crush on who he had deemed the most annoying member of the tower. With Sam’s calming presence and less upsetting scent, Steve could always seek solace in hanging out with his best friends even if they were being lovey dovey. 

But while their captain had become okay with his situation, the rest of his team — hell, the rest of the tower — couldn’t accept it. Steve deserved a bond and a mate just as much as the rest of them. Maybe even more. He sacrificed himself multiple times, always took missions even if they were hard, and was more selfless than he should have been. So there was one mission that all of SHIELD worked on in their free time. A mission their captain rolled his eyes at every time it was brought up. Operation: find Steve Rogers a mate. 

The holidays and a well deserved staycation gave the man reprieve. Everyone was either doing their own thing or preparing for the newest recruit that they had no time to meddle in his love life. Good timing too. His heat was delayed because the mission he had went on before break required the taking of suppressants to stay safe. Suppressants had never been good for Steve. The serum didn’t care for them at all.

It almost seemed like his heats became worse after taking suppressants. Dr. Cho, and nearly everyone else, was convinced that if he had a partner to help him with his heats then it wouldn’t matter as much. Steve sighed. He didn’t want to go down that road again. Alphas had knots no matter what, even internally for the women. And their knots seemed relatively compatible with everyone. A bit uncomfortable for other alphas and betas but still manageable. 

Omegas had soft barbs that Steve always thought were essentially mini knots. Same sex omega couples were common for a reason. Two omegas of different sexes resulted in barbs against barbs, not exactly the most comfortable feeling. But still possible… if the serum hadn’t made his barbs operate practically like knots.

At least, that’s what Steve told himself and insisted on when the medical team questioned if the serum had done it or if he was always like that. It was easier to blame the serum and being raised by betas than to confront the theory that his illnesses as a child had impacted his designation but not even fully. 

Like with most of his problems, Steve decided to throw himself into work instead. There was a new recruit to meet and get acquainted to the tower. New members to the Avengers were always risky when it came to team dynamic. Sam and Maria were the only betas and already pulling a heavy workload at being the emotional regulators of the team.

Having only two betas was the only reason Steve didn’t vocalize how annoyed he got that the Avengers kept bonding with each other and stinking up the entire place. Bonded pairs were able to at least bounce off of each other in regards to stabilizing their emotions which meant less labor for Sam and Maria. Something Steve felt was necessary to keep the betas’ wellbeing intact. 

Sharon had done the new recruitment personally, giving the entire team the rundown. Steve tried to recall everything from the brief on the way down to the lobby. You weren’t a beta but it took Sharon several sniffs to figure out your presentation. Something everyone had found odd at first because while Betas had more relaxing scents, the smell carried just as much as the scent of an alpha or omega. But you had shrugged when Sharon had brought it up in the interview, figuring that regular suppressant use probably minimized scent. It was an uncommon side effect. Uncommon but not at all rare. 

“If everything checked out then why are we having a formal briefing and why is there a giant asterisk in her file?” Nat had asked, flipping through the last of your folder. 

“Because when she said regular suppressant use, it wasn’t for missions. Y/N’s home life was not good. Her parents had her on suppressants the moment she presented. None of her medical forms before coming here even had a designation filled out. We had to do all of it when she first came here and she didn’t even want to hear us utter it.

"She said she quit cold turkey once Nick recruited her but we simply don’t know the adverse effects this could have on her. But if she’s fine, I really think that she’ll be a great addition to this team. She took very well to the personal training. Aside from this small blip, no probation should be needed.” 

Steve frowned at the memory as the elevator finally reached the lobby. He couldn’t imagine being forced to be on suppressants for most of your life. Neither Sharon nor Nick had asked you personally but everyone was sure they knew the story. Alpha parents pissed off with an omega child. It wasn’t something that should happen but it did every now and then. 

As he exited the elevator and made his way to the very lost looking woman standing off to the side of the lobby, trying not to get in anyone’s way, Steve could see what Sharon meant. He was in his heat which meant that he should have been able to smell you before the elevator had even fully settled onto the ground floor. Especially with the serum. But Steve still didn’t smell you until he was nearly to you. It would probably take weeks at best to get those suppressants to stop messing with your system so intensely. 

“L/N?” 

You lifted your head to see Steve was right in front of you. It might have been rude to do so openly but both of you were assessing each other. The pictures and videos did not do their captain justice. You could easily see why Steve would be mistaken for alpha. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he really was one. The man in front of you eyed your ensemble. Short dress but with a lot of bounce in the skirt, Dr. Martens but with large ribbons in the laces, lots of dainty jewelry, and an oversized cardigan. Very… what was the word Peter taught him? Cottagecore? You certainly gave off omega.

It made him swell up with pride even though he barely knew you. Your parents, and probably lots of strangers, had tried to break you down but you still embraced your omega side. He couldn’t exactly relate to stereotypical omega interests but he understood resilience and being underestimated far too well. 

He picked up most of your luggage and led you to the residential part of the tower where the rest of the Avengers would be arriving either super late at night or super early in the morning. You followed closely behind your new captain as he gave you the grand tour of your new home. It was nice to know that while they were called rooms, everyone’s room was essentially a mini apartment complete with a kitchen if they wanted it. 

“Do you want a balcony and a kitchen? One or maybe none?” he asked as you reached his floor. 

“Is there a kitchenette?” 

“Yeah, still has an oven by the way. Just a lot smaller.” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

“Great. Nat will be glad to hear that she was right on room choices. So this will be your floor. This is my room if you need anything. You’re right here. Sharon is down the hall. And across from me is Sam and Bucky. You’ll get used to where everyone else is after a while. We only take up three floors at best.” 

You nodded, knowing that you would definitely need a few days to get used to where everyone is. Steve dropped off your stuff before making his way to his own room to settle in. Even though he would prefer to be alone during his heats, you were here and no one else had come back yet so he decided to share his evening. A knock on the door roughly forty minutes later garnered his attention. 

“Come in,” he called over the sound of his sizzling pan. 

You plopped yourself on the barstool and simply watched him do his thing, asking the occasional question and trying to figure out if SHIELD and the Avengers really was a good fit for you. Steve divided dinner evenly but then put most of his portion in the fridge. His heats tended to curb his appetite. Pain and five-star meals didn’t exactly pair well. 

Your eyes went wide when you watched him pull out several ice packs. The gasp that came from you made Steve look up. You scrambled to start cleaning up the mess you made while sitting at his countertop for dinner, leaving the man very confused. 

“I am so sorry, Captain. I should have realized sooner that your heat was starti—” you cut yourself off with a very rough clearing of your throat, not expecting his scent to roll off of him in such strong waves. 

“Are you alright?” Steve came around the corner, placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I took care of my rut this morning before coming here so I wouldn’t overwhelm anyone. But it’s only the first day. You, uh, I mean your scent is threatening to start me up. I kind of planned on not stinking up the tower until the last few rut days.” 

The ice pack dropped from Steve’s other hand. “Rut days?” 

Suppressants might have helped contain a person’s scent to only permeate their immediate space but they didn’t change scents. Even years of forced use couldn’t cause that to happen. And when Steve had smelled you, he agreed with Sharon and the entire med team’s evaluation of your designation.

There was no telltale musky hint that accompanied all alpha scents. You smelled rather fresh, sweet even. Like an omega. Did your parents not even allow you to use the term heat? He wouldn’t be too surprised if they had already gone far enough to force meds down your throat since you were a preteen. A breathy laugh shook him from his thoughts. 

“I’d love to discuss whatever you’re inevitably thinking when I’m not on the absolute edge. But, right now, I need you to let go of me. Please, Omega.” 

The underlying growl in your voice sent an undeniable tingle up Steve’s spine. Even if it wasn’t phrased like a command, it sure felt like one. And despite being able to refuse with no problems, he wanted to obey it. You finally felt like you could breathe when his hand slowly removed itself from your shoulder before a gasp died in your throat when he gently grasped your chin and turned your head, tilting it up until you were looking him in the eye. 

“Let me take care of you, Alpha.” 

“Please?” 

That was all Steve needed before his lips were on yours. He felt like putty in your hands and he loved it. Your touch was soft as your fingertips danced over every inch of his body but commanding at the same time. Wherever you wanted him to go, Steve gladly followed until you finally reached the bedroom part of his room. There have only been a few times when his heats didn’t cause immense pain or make him burn up like a furnace.

He didn’t want to admit it but Dr. Cho was right, with the serum running through his veins, Steve really did need a body to get through his heats without issue. Everything you asked for, he did for you without question. You gasped when you felt him grip your waist before backing off. 

Steve hesitated. This was usually when everything went wrong and you felt too good for him to dare finishing the first day of his heat alone. His mind was constantly reminding him that you weren’t an omega. There were no barbs to be concerned about. But every gasp he pulled from you made Steve more and more aware that he was reaching the apex of your rut for the day. He had been over this dance a hundred times before. 

His submission wouldn’t look like what you wanted. He’d try and then get uncomfortable and asking to switch positions ruined the entire affair. But your kisses and touch alone were driving him absolutely crazy that he was willing to take the risk. 

“Will you present for me?” You opened your eyes when Steve’s hands stopped roaming for the briefest moment. “If it’s okay with you?” 

Steve opened and closed his mouth. He wasn’t sure if the compromise would please you but it would hurt him more if he didn’t even offer. With an intense focus, Steve watched how you reacted as he slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear and slowly got himself acquainted with this part of your body. 

“Sit on my face instead,” he said, trying his best to make it sound soft and begging-like. “Let me taste you.” 

He breathed out a sigh of relief. You didn’t hesitate to lower yourself down after a single nod from him that he was comfortable and ready. For the first time properly, Steve could understand how you were an alpha. You gripped his hair and grinded down on his tongue with a sole focus on your pleasure. He gripped your thighs and ate you out like a man starved. 

“Such a good omega,” you murmured. 

Steve mewled at the praise, helping you shift down to sit on his chest while you tried to come down from your high. His eyes fluttered closed as you gently traced his face. They shot open again when you started to get off. You didn’t owe him anything, he knew that. The two of you weren’t a bonded pair. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had an alpha walk out on him, even during his heat. Steve laid back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling while he listened to you shuffle around the bathroom. 

“I don’t really like to be touched for a few minutes afterwards, until I’ve had decompression time and I’m less sweaty,” you said, garnering Steve’s attention. “Which I know is funny because knots don’t make it easy.” 

He watched with curiosity as you sat down a basket of things, all from his bathroom, on the nightstand. You crawled right back onto your spot on his chest and ran your fingers through his hair as if you never walked off in the first place. 

“I always take care of my omegas first because of it. Is that all good for you? Do you need anything else?” 

Steve looked over at the basket. “I’m good. I like showering together and then staying in bed until someone gets hungry. Maybe some juice or water in between.” 

“Sounds perfect. Take what you need, omega. I want you to feel good.” 

Something in Steve snapped. He had never received a command like that and took full advantage of it. You laughed when suddenly the two of you switched places, your back now flush against the bed. The way he kissed and groped you, you were sure that Steve liked it a bit rougher. Your suspicions were proven correct. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, not quite marking you but definitely taking in your scent to spur him on. 

“Wait.” 

He paused abruptly, looking for any signs of accidentally harming you. Steve groaned when you turned over. You figured that between your knot and the slow swelling of large barbs you could feel from him, separating wasn’t going to be quick. You’d preferred to be stuck in a more comfortable position than wrapped around him like a koala. 

Maybe it was cocky of him but Steve couldn’t help the smirk on his face when you mumbled about him being so big. He started up his fast and rough rhythm once again. A rumble started in his chest as he got closer to cumming. There was no way he could go back to the suppressants after this. Even if not with you, he really did need to settle his heats with a real body. 

“Perfect alpha,” he said between thrusts. “Taking me so well.” 

You both came at the same time, breathing heavily. Carefully, Steve helped you up. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be but a careful test pull confirmed that neither of you were going anywhere for a minute. Neither one of you could help but to laugh. The aftermath of ruts and heats were decidedly unsexy but something about it made you more comfortable. It was impossible to continue being self-conscious about being alluring enough when you were literally stuck to the man behind you. 

“Does an extra long shower sound nice?” you asked. 

“Sounds perfect.” 

Normally, Steve stayed in bed until the swelling went down enough to carefully separate. The waddle to the bathroom, no matter how coordinated, made both of you laugh even harder whenever you got glimpses of yourself in the mirror. It didn’t stop until the shower curtain closed. Steve cleared his throat after you both calmed down and just enjoyed the hot water. 

“I don’t normally do this by the way, sleep with new teammates. I know I’m the captain of this team but please don’t feel obligated to me in any way because of this. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

“It’s alright, Captain. I can’t say I was thinking rationally but I don’t regret anything. Please don’t feel bad… And don’t feel obligated to me in any way either. I’m not one of those alphas. We aren’t mates, if you have any other people to help you through your heats then that’s fine with me. If you even want to do this again.” 

“I don’t ha… I don’t have anyone else.” 

You wished you could turn around. “Then how are you handling your heats?” 

“Suppressants. I know, I know, it’s not healthy.” 

“It’s not.” You carefully wiggled around until you could separate, though not without some discomfort, and face the man behind you. “Captain, if you need any help handling heats then I’m available. No strings attached. I’m not asking you to accept a bond. You don’t have to worry about any claims or anything. Just an alpha helping an omega out. And making sure you stay healthy so I don’t die in the field.” 

That made Steve laugh. “Thank you. I think I might take you up on that offer.” 

“Anytime.” 

Steve hung up his washcloth. “I’ll leave you to your alone time, alpha. Let me go change the sheets for us.” 

“Do you not have a nest?” 

“Didn’t get a chance to remake one,” he lied. “I just got back from a mission.” 

“Hmm. Well, you could always pile a bunch of comforters up. It kind of feels like a warm laundry basket dumped on you. Minus the warm part.” 

Steve nodded at the suggestion and left you to decompress by yourself like your preferred aftercare method. You let the water settle over your skin until you felt good enough to leave. Looking at the bathroom sink, you spotted a pile of neatly folded clothes. Steve left a pair of his briefs and a sweatshirt for you. Slipping it on, you joined him in the makeshift nest on his bed and let him cuddle you. He didn’t say it but you figured that drawing figure eights on his shoulders and biceps might help bring him down. 

“You don’t smell like an alpha,” Steve commented after a while. “I thought you were a beta or omega until a couple hours ago.”

“I get that a lot. It’s complicated.” 

“You don’t have to tell me now. But speaking as captain and not an omega, we have an asterisk in your folder because of the suppressants use. If it’s related to this complication then you can tell me and I’ll sort it out alone. No extra interviews or monitoring.” 

“In the morning?” you asked. “Can we talk then?” 

He nodded. Steve was pleasantly surprised when you didn’t say anything about it being late. He was still holding you, needing more grounding and you were okay with that. Your soft snores broke his concentration on the tv show. Slipping a little further down, Steve adjusted his hold on you and let himself fall asleep with the comforting and calm scent of you all around him.

| part 2 |

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[witchywithwhiskey]

the alpha next door

pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader

summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next door—and his for you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov

word count: 8.9k

a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink prompts—and this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing 😅 also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!

When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were. 

The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved. 

But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his child…

Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldn’t avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him. 

The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldn’t even begin to name, but you tended to them like you’d planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his driveway—which had a perfect view of your front garden. He’d watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.

When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long he’d been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where he’d close his door and lean against it, panting like he’d just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldn’t stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of you—at least not while you were just outside. 

On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.

Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. You’d let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasn’t the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart. 

As the weeks and months passed since you’d moved in, Steve couldn’t help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega he’d ever met, and he’d be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.

That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.

That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega he’d determined you to be—you were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alpha’s knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steve’s alpha heart.

But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and he’d never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasn’t going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadn’t asked for him to join you, anyway.

That didn’t stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.

He’d noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door. 

Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didn’t want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions you’d need. But he didn’t. He was worried about what he’d do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume. 

So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a week’s worth of provisions—protein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent. 

Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldn’t help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steve’s alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that you’d only left it open because you couldn’t close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.

Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that you’d left the skylight open, even a little bit. 

But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steve’s ears—through the window of his bedroom that he’d thrown open the moment he’d heard you—he forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. 

Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasn’t coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alpha’s help. 

But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.

“Need your knot, alpha, oh god, please,” you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldn’t give you. “Fill me up, daddy, I need it—need your knot, alpha—daddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!” Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.

One of Steve’s hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

Steve’s other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain he’d knock you up. 

That is, if you weren’t on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.

Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely caged—he wanted to breed you. 

Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what you’d look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup. 

He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before you’d even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.

It was that image of you—beautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knot—that made Steve come. 

He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.

A growl tore from Steve’s lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged. 

Steve’s release seemed to last for ages, longer than he’d ever experienced before, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he would’ve been worried he’d gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.

Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cock—even as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where he’d been standing. 

The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. He’d never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and he’d never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didn’t know better, he would think you were his mate—the one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him. 

But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You might’ve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.

Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things he’d imagined while he’d jerked himself off. He’d never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.

Thankfully, you’d gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag he’d used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing he’d called out of work on heat leave.

Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldn’t help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. He’d never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if you’d had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if you’d make it through your heat. 

His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldn’t be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.

When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.

You hadn’t met the alpha until after you’d moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was big—so much bigger than you—with broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steve’s thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.

A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy you’d discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve. 

The alpha next door was just so…sweet. 

It hadn’t taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighbor’s schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor. 

And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasn’t working, you sat on your back porch reading—though you were more often ogling the fit alpha’s shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steve’s blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didn’t think he was really looking at you.

Of course, when he’d offer to mow your lawn, you’d let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, you’d make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?

It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didn’t seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and he’d been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet. 

It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for you—too sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that you’d created together. 

You’d told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldn’t be what you needed, then you didn’t want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didn’t listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where you’d get to see your neighbor—working in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard. 

Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasn’t uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous. 

Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun. 

You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didn’t like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct  sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.

It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next door…

Later, you’d blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision you’d made in the urgency of your heat preparations would’ve irrevocably changed your life—for the better—and you wouldn’t give a thought to regretting what you’d done.

Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didn’t even remember that you’d decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear you—but he wasn’t far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body. 

Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omega’s, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if you’d had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that you’d forgotten the second they fell from your lips.

The first night of your heat, when you’d had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, you’d hoped you hadn’t cried out anything that would embarrass you—like Steve’s name. You’d had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you weren’t going through your heat. But you’d breathed a sigh of relief when you didn’t remember calling out for Steve specifically. 

You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you cried out Steve’s name while in heat. But you were about to find out.

The silicone toy in your cunt wasn’t cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadn’t felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadn’t slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You weren’t just desperate for an alpha’s knot and come, you wanted more…

You wanted a pup. You wanted an alpha’s cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bred—and not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.

Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve. 

“Please,” you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need your come,” you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.

You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasn’t enough, even as you tried to make due. 

You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alpha’s cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.

“Please, daddy, wanna have your baby,” you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. “Wan’ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wan’ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.” You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you. 

The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it. 

“Oh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,” you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steve’s cock. 

You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.

It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, “Knock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, please—please, breed me, Steve!” 

So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more. 

It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun. 

Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway. 

Steve’s big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldn’t think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.

Your too sweet alpha neighbor’s mouth—which was normally curved in a soft, friendly smile—was twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing you’d ever heard from Steve. 

“Invite me into your bed,” he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didn’t use his alpha command. “Ask me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,” he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heart—and your cunt. “Tell me you want me, omega.” His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength. 

Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like home—like safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together. 

In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steve—he was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.

“Please, Steve—please, mate, please help me,” you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes. 

Something shifted in Steve’s expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of his—disbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what you’d only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“My omega, my mate,” Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.

Finally—finally—Steve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and you’d never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.

Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you should’ve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.

He’d lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands. 

Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, he’d thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, he’d ripped it off some of the hinges. 

Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. He’d deal with getting out later. Much later.

Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and he’d stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.

You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself—that thought making even more blood rush to Steve’s cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.

At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldn’t be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadn’t gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for him…

God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steve’s mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you. 

Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answer—but you didn’t only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.

That word struck a chord in Steve’s chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mate—that you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his. 

You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front garden—or, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy. 

It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped. 

“My omega, my mate,” he rumbled in a low purr, a voice he’d never even heard himself use before. But he didn’t have time to think about that too closely—he only knew he needed to get to you. 

As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefs—the only clothing he’d had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency charge—in the few steps it took to get to your bed.

By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound. 

But there was something in his way, something that shouldn’t be inside you and Steve couldn’t help but growl, “Get that fucking toy out of my cunt, ‘mega.” He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.

“Yes, alpha,” you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole. 

The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steve—he had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body. 

Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steve’s alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.

“Please, Steve—daddy—alpha—I need you inside me,” you wailed in a broken voice and Steve’s instincts took over.

He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steve’s entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.

With Steve’s cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steve’s hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.

“Thank you, alpha,” you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. “The toys weren’t working.” You pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy. 

Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steve’s mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.

“You needed your mate, didn’t you, baby?” Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. “Needed your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?” He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. “Needed me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?” 

As soon as the heated words fell from Steve’s lips, he wished he could take them back. He’d heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steve’s knot. 

Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. He’d barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didn’t want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for him—even though the thought did make Steve rock hard.

“Sorry, ‘mega,” Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach. 

“Sorry for what?” you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steve’s sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock. 

Thankfully, you didn’t seem turned off or scared by Steve’s breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldn’t be true.

“Didn’t mean to mention pups so soon,” Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldn’t see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink. 

“Oh god,” you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steve’s cock as your body writhed beneath his. “Wanna give you so many pups, alpha,” you cried, humping up from beneath Steve’s big body, riding his cock harder than you’d been riding your toy when he’d walked in. 

Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steve’s body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.

“You like that idea, huh?” Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. “You like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?” 

Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasn’t surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didn’t expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.

“I do, daddy,” you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. “I want to hear everything you’ve thought about doing to your little omega—want you to breed me, alpha.” 

Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on you—his omega, his mate—and the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherish—to fuck and to knot. 

You were his to love—you were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.

You’d never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you needed—not a toy or any alpha’s cock, but your mate’s. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it. 

Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steve’s name, you couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steve—the alpha next door. 

The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. He’d seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badly—needed to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible. 

Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but you’d still heard the anxiousness in his tone and you’d guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steve’s beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment. 

Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasn’t simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything he’d said.

“Want you to breed me, alpha,” you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. “Fill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!” You held Steve’s gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words. 

You saw the moment Steve’s insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.

“Don’t worry, ‘mega,” Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. “We’re making a baby today.”

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed. 

“Gonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesn’t take today, ‘m gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing with my come—until your belly’s bulging with it,” Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never would’ve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steve’s sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, “Mm, ’s that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?”

You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alpha’s thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature who’d only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt. 

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, your fingers clinging to Steve’s shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. “Want you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,” you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steve’s cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. “Please, daddy, god, I need it, I need it—knot me, breed, me, Steve, please!” 

“Baby,” Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. “You’re gonna get a pup, alright,” he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna pop out a kid for me and then I’m gonna fill you right back up.” Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. “Wanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milk—the prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.” 

“Steve,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. “Please, make me a mommy, alpha—wanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!” Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steve’s, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast. 

Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release you’d felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mate’s cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.

As your body squeezed Steve’s cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, “my mate,” you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.

For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each other’s embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver. 

Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steve’s cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasn’t over just yet. 

But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.

You felt Steve’s smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alpha’s cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips. 

“Feeling better, ‘mega?” he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer. 

Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didn’t like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.

“I am, daddy,” you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldn’t help but stroke his ego a little more. “Now that you’re here to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. “Good,” he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot. 

It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steve’s arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.

“Gotta eat and hydrate, baby,” Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. “Good girl, ‘mega, doing so well for your alpha,” Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.

When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr. 

“Thank you, alpha,” you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steve’s hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him. 

“Don’t need to thank me,” he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “You’re my mate, ‘m gonna do everything I can to take care of you—and our kids.” He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness. 

You smiled into Steve’s warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of him—the scent of home—but his words made you remember something you should tell him. 

“Steve, ‘m on birth control,” you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. “Thought you should know.” You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.

The rumble of Steve’s purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. “Figured, ‘mega,” he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. “Doesn’t mean ‘m gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if it’s a while before that happens.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. “As long as it’s not a long while,” you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.

Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. “It’ll be as long or as short as you want, baby,” he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. “I’d give you a pup today if I could.” 

You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alpha’s neck. You might’ve been exhausted, but it didn’t stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, “I love you, Steve.” 

Steve’s purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, “I love you, too.” Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. “Now rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steve’s knot. You never would’ve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighbor—and you never would’ve expected he’d be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate. 

But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life together—and you couldn’t wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.

[krirebr]

All Things Go 1

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Summary: It's been a few months since Steve was pulled out of the ice and immediately had to fight aliens with the newly formed Avengers. He is doing fine with all that, all things considered. Which is why he's so upset when he's suddenly benched from missions and forced to welcome a support omega into his home. He's fine!

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), panic attack, disassociation flashback, Steve actually having to deal with the PTSD and depression and anxiety he would so clearly have if he'd been through everything in the MCU, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, possible slow burn - we'll see All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: Oh boy. Here I am. Back on my angsty bullshit. This story was kickstarted by this ask. It's an inverse of the program at the center of Still Life, but not in the same universe.

This idea was helped along a ton by @stellar-solar-flare who helped me overcome my fear of writing a mostly canon compliant Steve and dipping my toes into an Avengers AU.

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

Steve checked his watch for a third time as he paced around his apartment. It was bad enough that he had to indulge this ridiculous idea, but she was late on top of it. Four minutes, now. He’d been pacing for the last fifteen. He’d tried to sit down while he waited, but the buzz of the adrenaline just under his skin had been too strong. 

It was the disrespect, that’s what it was, that really bothered him in her tardiness. That was going around lately. A whole team that refused to listen to him. And then had the gall to go to Fury behind his back after what happened during the last mission. And yes, of course, it was all couched in concern. But he saw it for what it was: a mutiny. And he’d been benched because of it. From all missions for the foreseeable future. So what was he supposed to do now? Thawed out 70 years in the future just to be stranded without a purpose.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, the worst part was now six minutes late. A support omega. He’d scoffed right in Fury’s face when he’d “suggested” it. Of all the stupid, 21st-century things he’d encountered, this took the cake. Like there could possibly be some base alpha part of him that was so broken it could only be soothed by an omega with a degree in psychology. Ridiculous. He was fine!

But it’d been the kind of suggestion that didn’t come with the option to say no. Not if he ever wanted to get back on the team. So fine. He’d play nice, show her there was nothing wrong, and get her to sign off on him going back into the field. He’d be back in action in just a few days. And then he might be able to breathe again.

As he was about to start another lap of his living room, the doorbell finally chimed. He took a moment, so as not to seem like he’d been standing right next to it. Then he took a deep breath, pasted on that Captain America smile, and opened the door. “Hi,” he said, immediately stepping aside to give you room. “Come on in.”

“Captain Rogers,” you said with your own big smile as you introduced yourself, then picked up your valise from the ground beside you and stepped into his apartment. You were sharply dressed, professional. In how you held yourself, too. But your eyes were warm. And you were beautiful. It reminded him of some of the nicer omegas Buck used to go out with. There was a sharp pang in his chest. Like always, he ignored it. 

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home.” you continued. As if he’d had any sort of choice. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The security checks took longer than I’d expected.”

“No problem at all,” he said. Ten whole minutes. “I hadn’t even noticed. Here, let me put your bag in the room I set aside for you.”

“Oh, a guest room?” you asked. He stopped at your question, a little confused. Where else would you sleep? “That’s very thoughtful of you. I’ll definitely appreciate having my own space. But, sleeping arrangements are something we can discuss and customize to fit our goals. Sharing a bed can be really helpful if sleep is something you’re struggling with.”

Absolutely not. No. Definitely not. “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” he demurred. “With the serum, I really don’t require much sleep,” he called down to you as he quickly took your bag to the small guest room he’d finally furnished because he had to have somewhere to put you. It’d never occurred to him you’d want to share his bed. Did people really do that?

When he came back into the living room, you were still hovering by the door, your messenger bag slung over your shoulder and your hands clasped in front of you. You were looking around, taking in the blank walls, spartan furniture. Judging him probably. Well, it’s not like he’d had much time to decorate in between saving the world. What did any of that matter? “Can I get you anything to drink? Eat?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine,” you said, with a benign smile that seemed aggressively professional. “If you don’t mind, I’d love if we could sit and chat for a few minutes before we move on to anything else.” 

“Of course,” he said, with his own benign smile, as he gestured to the two couches that had come with the apartment. He waited for you to sit in one and then took a seat in the other, a mass-produced coffee table covering the chasm between you.

“First,” you said, your hands resting neatly in your lap, “I just wanted to make sure that my scent is one you’re comfortable having in your home on a long-term basis. I know that the real thing can sometimes be a little different than the sample you based your choice off of.”

Steve had just randomly grabbed one from the box he’d been presented with. He’d thrown it at Fury with a grumbled, “That one’s fine,” as he left the small room they’d given him to make his choice. He’d never even opened it.

He only got a vague hint of it now, sitting across the room from you. Floral maybe. He didn’t bother to take a deep breath, to catalogue it. You’d only be here for a few days max. Not enough time for your scent to permeate. So, it didn’t really matter what he thought about it.

“Yes, it’s fine,” he nodded at you.

“Good,” you said, your smile becoming slightly more genuine. “Well, first I can take a few minutes to talk through what it is we’re going to be doing here. I'm sure you've already gotten the whole spiel, but it might be helpful to hear it from my perspective. Get a feel for how I do things.”

You paused like you were waiting for a response so he nodded along. “Sure, sounds great.” He already knew what the program was. He already knew he didn’t need it. This was a waste of time.

“Mostly, I’m just here to help you as an alpha get back to feeling like your most grounded, best self. Stability and comfort are mainly what I’m here to provide. Listening and guidance too, if that’s what you want. This is fully customizable, very collaborative. I’m not a therapist, but I do have my masters in behavioral psychology. And I’ve been doing this for a while now. So whatever you throw at me, I can handle it. Basically, this arrangement can look like whatever the two of us want it to look like. The biggest requirement, on both sides, is honesty.”

He leaned forward. This was the in he’d been waiting for. “I really appreciate that. And I do want to be completely honest with you. I don’t want to waste your time. The truth is, this is unnecessary. I think people expect me not to adjust well, so they’re treating me like I’m not. But really, I’m fine. I’m doing fine. And I just don’t think I’m going to get much from this.” 

You didn’t say anything for a long moment, just looked at him curiously with your lips pursed. At one point, your eyes flicked down to where his hand was resting on his knee. Could you see the way it shook? His hands hadn’t stopped shaking since he’d come out of the ice. He straightened it out so it laid flat on the denim of his jeans, willing it to be still. That didn’t mean anything.

Finally, your eyes left him as you turned to your messenger bag, pulling out a thin file. “Do you mind,” you asked, “if we talk about some of the concerns your team has for you?”

Steve’s jaw ticked. Not for. About. Fury had already done this. “I know their concerns. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

You shrugged casually, like it didn’t much matter to you either way. “I think it could be instructive to what we’re trying to do here.”

“Fine,” he ground out, but you didn’t react to his tone. You just opened the file. Before you had a chance to say anything, he leaned forward and spat out, “Listen, I know what’s in there. They think I don’t listen to anyone. That I’m a bad leader. That my plans are too risky. That I can’t keep anyone safe. Did I get everything?”

You bobbed your head a little, your expression impassive, your voice soft. “Not exactly. They did say that you refuse to listen to people. But they never said anything about you being a bad leader. Or not keeping them safe. They said the thing you’re most likely to risk on these missions is yourself. They’re worried about you.” He couldn’t hold in his scoff and you paused to look him in the eye. “Do you really jump out of planes without a parachute?”

He felt his eyes go a little wide like he’d been caught, doing what exactly, he wasn’t quite sure. He shook his head. “No, that’s not– You know what’s in my veins. If I were a normal man, sure, that’d be suicidal. But I have more strength, better reflexes, I heal faster. It’s not a big deal. It’s fine.”

Your brow furrowed as you leaned forward too. “But, you still get injured, don’t you? Even if it doesn’t last as long. You still feel all that pain. Steve,” and the way you said his name, for the first time, different somehow than the way any omega had ever said it before, he felt it like a knife to the heart, “why would you want to put yourself through feeling all that if you didn’t have to?”

He was up off the couch before he even realized it. The room was suddenly smaller than it’d been a minute ago. His mind was racing and he didn’t know why or how to make it stop.

“Captain Rogers.” You were standing right in front of him, holding your hands up at your chest, your palms out. “I’m sorry Captain, I didn’t mean to push. Are you alright?” All he could do for the moment was blink at you. “Hey, how ‘bout you take a deep breath with me, ok? A slow breath in through your nose.” 

He followed your lead and took a deep breath in. And, oh. He was struck by the scent of you. Lilacs and oranges. You smelled like spring.

“And out through your mouth,” you said quietly and he realized he’d been holding his breath. He exhaled slowly and you smiled. “Do you want to take a break?” you asked softly. “I have a few more questions, but I don’t need to ask them right now.”

He shook himself out of whatever daze he’d been in. “No,” he said, standing up straighter. “I’m fine. Let’s keep going.” 

He sat back down on the couch, but you hadn’t moved yet. “Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yes. I’m fine. Let’s go.” It was only at the look on your face, that he realized how short he’d been. He took a breath. “Sorry,” he said, forcing some calm into his tone. “I’d like to keep going.”

“Okay,” you nodded and finally sat back down across from him. You opened your folder again. “You were a little… vague in your intake questionnaire. So, if you're able, I’d appreciate it if you could just tell me a little about what you’ve been going through, how you’ve been feeling.”

He fidgeted a little in his seat and he saw you clock it. He stilled himself, then said, with as casual an air as he could muster, “If I was vague, it’s only because there really isn’t much to report. I’ve been fine.” He was using that word too much. He knew it. But he didn’t know how else to say it.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “It’s just, on paper? You’ve been through a lot in what must feel like a very short amount of time. And that’s just the widely reported stuff. What’s in the history books and on the news. It would be understandable if you were struggling. Anyone would be.”

“Well, I’m not anyone, am I?” he snapped. 

“No, you’re not,” you said slowly, calmly, and he hated how unflappable you were. “You’re a hero.” He just barely stopped his lip from curling up into a snarl at that. He’d had enough. “But–”

“Listen, I just need to get back in the field, okay? I just need another mission. That’s all I need. We don’t have to– None of this will be necessary if I can just get back out there. I understand that you’re a professional and you’ll want to seem thorough, so we can wait a few days. But I’m fine and that’s what I need you to tell Fury. If the team doesn’t want to work with me right now, that’s– that’s okay. I’ll do solo missions. Whatever they want. I just need to get back out there.” He was pleading by the end of it. He could hear it in his voice. But this was important. He needed you to understand.

You just sat there for a moment, staring at him, your brow furrowed. “I–” you started. “I think there may have been a misunderstanding, Captain Rogers.”

“Steve,” he corrected, “please.”

“Steve, I–” you paused, your lips pursed. “I’m sorry, whether or not you eventually get back on the team, that doesn’t have anything to do with me. I don’t work for SHIELD. I can’t make that decision.”

“What? No. Yes, you do. You can tell Fury that I’m fit for duty.”

“Steve. I work for a support omega agency. I’ve helped a few agents before, but I don’t know Commander Fury. I’m not here to report back to anyone. I’m just here to help you.”

All he could do was shake his head. No, this wasn’t right. There had to be a way to get back to work. You had to be the key.

“I’ve been contracted for a three month period, with the option to extend as needed. I thought this had all been explained to you. I–” You looked at him, pained, like you were willing him to understand 

  ‘Three months to start’ had been said to him at some point in this whole process, but he hadn’t thought that’d been serious. He’d been sure there was a way around it. Sure that you were the way.

He wouldn’t be able to survive three months. That he was sure of. Not without something to do. Not without a purpose. Not without something to fight. The room was getting smaller again. Closing in on him. All of that time stretching out ahead of him, without any purpose, without any point to him. It was all closing in on him.

He tried to take a deep breath, but it didn’t do any good. It didn’t do anything. Didn’t get him any air. There wasn’t any air. He was pinned down. Under all the water. Under all that ice. He was so cold and he couldn’t breathe.

“Steve!”

He was distantly aware of someone calling his name, but no one would be able to get to him. He was too far under. There was too much ice. He’d done too much.

“Steve. Hey, Steve! I’m here with you. I’m right here, okay? I’m right here.”

No, that couldn’t be right. He was alone. All alone and–

Lilacs. How was he smelling lilacs? And oranges. Fresh and bright. Spring.

He blinked his eyes open. He didn’t know when he’d shut them. He was huddled on the floor in front of the couch. In the living room. You were kneeling in front of him, your hands held out in front of you, not making contact, but one of your wrists was extended. Right under his nose. 

When he made eye contact with you, you exhaled, like maybe you’d been holding your breath. “Hi,” you said, relieved. “You back with me?”

All he could do was blink at you, at first. Then he looked around. The blank walls. The prefab furniture. The apartment. He hated this place. He looked back at you. “Yeah.” It came out in a croak. “I– Yeah.”

“Is it alright if I touch you?” you asked, inching closer. “You can say no.”

He shook his head without even thinking. “Please.”

As you reached out to touch him, hug him, maybe, he collapsed into you. You let out a little “oof” but didn’t pull away. You just wrapped your arms around him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched, really touched, like this. Not just in passing. Not in battle. Before the ice. Decades. Everything had been decades. 

His eyes were wet and he was so so tired. He felt wrenched open. Emptied out like there was nothing left. He exhaled in your arms and with it came a whisper, completely out of his control. “I just want to go home.”

You didn't say anything, but your grip on him tightened.

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[fatkish]

How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader

The Alphas:

Bucky-

it depends on when you get sick.

If he’s still on the run then he rarely ever leaves the your side. The only time he does is to get food. He’d buy fruits, white bread, white rice, and other easy to digest foods. He’d probably skin and boiled some apples before mashing them up to make applesauce

He definitely doesn’t trust anyone to help his omega. Would definitely feed you by hand and be waiting on you constantly. Barely ever lets you leave your nest

If you’re feeling weak then he’ll help you get around and help you bathe. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re drinking water. He’ll always have a large bowl or bucket nearby in case you puke

If it’s after he reunites with Steve and spends time in Wakanda

He’ll immediately alert whoever, either Friday or someone in Wakanda depending on where you guys are

He’ll allow Bruce or whoever to look you over and give you medicine but he will be hovering around watching

Treats whatever the doctors say as gospel and makes sure to follow it. If you want a food that the doctors didn’t specify say was okay then you’re not getting it

Might let Steve look after you if needed

Loki-

How he goes about caring for his omega depends on whether he’s on earth or Asgard

King. Of. Comfort. Is your nest too small? Don’t worry you can have the entire floor if necessary. Blankets not soft enough? He’s getting you the most luxurious and soft blankets ever. Lights too bright? He’s about to fight the fucking sun. There is nothing this man won’t do for his omega

Would personally oversee the chefs who make your meals by using a clone if you’re on Asgard. If you’re on earth then he’s constantly backseat driving while either Bruce, Wanda or Pepper cook for you. They’re the only people he trusts to not poison you accidentally

He would cook your food himself but he wants the best for you and his cooking isn’t. Also, he doesn’t want to leave your side while you’re not feeling well

If you have to take medicine that you don’t like then he’s going to find a way to get it in you. Doesn’t matter the method, if you need this medicine you’re getting this medicine even if he has to trick you or seduce you

If you’re sore or tired and need a bath then he’s more than happy to help. He’ll carefully wash your hair and skin, making sure not to get soap in your eyes. He’s careful not to jostle you too much in case you’re feeling queasy

If you’re having trouble keeping things down then he’ll hold your hair back and sit with you by the toilet. If you’re crying from the constant vomiting then he’ll rub your back and softly sing to you to comfort you

If your nest doesn’t feel right then he’ll gladly be your proxy and build your nest for you as you tell him where to put things. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to repeat the process, as long as you’re comfortable

If you’re just an overall emotional mess then he’ll be more than happy to comfort you in your time of need. If you’re just so sick of feeling sick he might put a sleep spell on you so you don’t have to suffer, he’ll watch over you and make sure you come out feeling better

Thor-

Giant. Puppy. Energy. He will cuddle with you, bring you food, watch tv with you. Whatever makes you feel better, he’s down for it

You want to snuggle and have skin to skin contact? Move over, he’s already lost his clothes and doesn’t mind snuggling. You’re self conscious because you’re sweaty, your hair is a mess, you look like shit? He only sees the most beautiful omega ever and he’s more than happy to prove it to you

Whatever food you need he’s gonna get. If he has to fly across the world just to get these one chips you like only to return and you throw up after eating them, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s to help you, he’ll do whatever he needs to

You want to steal his cape and use it in your nest? He already put it there. The world needs saving, eh, there’s always tomorrow, right now his omega needs him

If you’re fussy and a pain when your sick, he doesn’t mind, you don’t feel well so he’s happy to let you do whatever you need to make you feel better

He’ll tell you stories about his childhood and his adventures as you lay your head on his chest and try to rest

He’ll bring you the fluffiest blankets for your nest and help you build it too, all he wants is for his omega to get better

Steve Rodgers-

Having spent over a decade being sick in the past, he’s no stranger to being ill. He might not be an omega anymore but he knows and remembers what helped him

He’ll make old family recipes just for you, he’ll use everything he remembers from being sick. Cold damp towel on your forehead to help ease the fever, warm blankets and easy to digest meals

He’s more than happy to feed you if you need it. If you can’t keep things down then he’s already got the puke bucket ready for you by your side

If nothing works then he’s happy to do some research even if he struggles with it

Will gladly let Bruce look you over and give you a checkup. If you need medicine and you hate the way it tastes he’ll use every trick in the book to get you to take the medicine. Afterwards he’ll give you praise and lots of snuggles

He’ll help you bathe but he’ll definitely be shy about it. He has to clean your crotch and chest? His face is red as he looks away but he’s gentle and thorough making sure you get clean

If you have an accident like throwing up on yourself because you couldn’t reach the bucket or the toilet fast enough and your embarrassed, he’ll smile softly and reassure you that whatever you did, he’s probably done at least twice. He’ll even tell you embarrassing stories about himself and have Bucky join in if it makes you feel better

Bruce/Hulk-

There’s only one thing these two can agree on and it’s that they love/care about you

The moment Bruce realizes you’re sick, he goes full mother hen mode. Partially because he himself is an omega, but also because it’s the doctor in him. He brings you to his lab or he brings his equipment to you and does whatever tests he needs

Hulk will be yelling at him in his head the entire time to let him out so he can take care of you while Bruce does his check up on you

Bruce somehow manages to convince Hulk to let him run the tests so he can make sure your condition is nothing serious. Once they both know that it’s just the flu and you won’t die or need some exotic/fancy treatment then Bruce relents and allows Hulk to care for you

Hulk is definitely a cuddler, he climbs into your nest and lets you use him as a bed. He’s got his arms around you and holds you keeping you warm. C’mon, the guys practically a giant gamma powered heater

Hulk will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and purr to you, Hulk can be surprisingly soothing and he holds nothing back, he knows he can’t smash the germs making you sick, so he provides moral support while your body fights

Hulk listens to Bruce’s instructions on how to care for you and make you food. If his form is too inconvenient then he’ll let Bruce handle the intricate things like cooking or getting your medicine

Bruce has a Hulk sized tub so Hulk can bathe, Hulk helps you and is gentle with you as he washes your hair and body. Makes sure you’re nice and dry using his big towel

Hulk gently rubs your back as you puke and holds your hair back. He doesn’t like seeing you so miserable

If you want to watch movies then Hulk will cuddle with you even if you fall asleep and he hates the movie, anything for his omega

The Betas:

Scott Lang-

This sweet baby is immediately on his feet and worried for you

He might not be an alpha but that has nothing to do with how much he loves/cares for you

This lovable goofball is running around like a chicken with his head cut off at the first sign of the sniffles

Will definitely get the ants to help clean the house and make sure to sanitize everything so that the germs are gone

If you’re puking then he’ll braid your hair and put it in a bun so it’s out of the way, he has a daughter so his papa instincts are in full swing

He helps you get in and out of your nest, bringing you whatever you need and making sure you’re warm and cozy

If you’re feeling down or tired of being sick then he’s more than happy to cheer you up. Cue the magic tricks and playing rockband with the ants

He’s more than happy to cuddle with you if it makes you feel better, anything for you

He doesn’t mind if your nose is stuffed or runny, he’s got plenty of tissues and even makes a game of seeing how many he can throw in the trash from afar

Tony Stark-

Now he knows he’s not the best with caring for sick people but as the team’s omega, which he personally recruited, he takes his job seriously

He’ll have Bruce look you over and make sure it’s just the flu before making sure that you have everything you need

If you specifically want him to snuggle with you then move over, he’s snuggling but your watching a movie too

He’ll have either Jarvis or Friday monitor you so he can ensure that you’re eating and staying hydrated. If you’re puking they’ll alert him so he can make sure you get easy to digest meals

He’ll watch bad movies with you so the both of you can roast the movie. For example: an old sci/fi with terrible visual effects that he’ll keep commenting on. That or you’ll watch YouTube videos of people failing and doing stupid stuff

He’ll gladly order whatever you need no matter how ridiculous, if a dozen dancing cacti make you feel better, you’re going to get double

You’re not allowed to move from your nest unless it’s to use the bathroom. He’s very controlling but in a loving sense. You don’t move to get anything, that’s why he’s here, he’ll get what you need so don’t move

He almost becomes like a worried parent, constantly hovering over the line of ‘its just a bruise’ and ‘everyone panic! It’s the return of the plague’. He’s constantly a mix between relaxed and incredibly worried

[bucksangel]

milk and sugar

pairing: alpha!steve x alpha!bucky, alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au part two

word count: 5.1k

summary: “Are you nervous?” Steve asks, voice soft and caring. His hand settles on your arm, and Bucky appears beside you to place his hand on your back, as well as take one of your hands in his metal one. And despite your earlier anxiety, you mean it wholeheartedly when you say, “no.” or - it’s your first date with your alphas.

warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff, reader has insecurities, steve and bucky are adorable and caring, steve is very nervous bc he’s a romantic, like it’s almost unbearable how much of a pure puppy he is, bucky is extremely fond and a little teasing (bc of course he is), omegaverse, kissing, there are bits where it’s just steve and bucky

a/n: this fic doesn’t contain smut, however, due to the nature of my blog this is strictly 18+

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‘Good morning, darling.’

That’s the text you received from Bucky at nine that morning - in the group chat he’d made with Steve and you. And while you normally sleep in on Sundays since your studio is closed, you’d woken up early - seven to be exact -  due to the anxiety you’ve been feeling ever since your art class ended yesterday.

Truthfully, you didn’t really sleep well anyway. Going on a date with not just one, but two Alphas at the same time has you on edge - though, not in a bad way. No, not at all. These are the good kinds of nerves, the exciting kind.

Well, okay, not all of your nerves are positive. Being naturally shy and reserved has caused you to overthink every single interaction you’ve had with the Alphas, both together and separately. And now that you’re going on this date, you can’t help the way your insecurities come creeping in faster and faster as it gets closer.

Because what if they decide they don’t like you after they actually get the chance to know you? What if they don’t even pay much attention to you and treat this as a date with just them since that must be what they’re more used to? What if you say or do something wrong and they get scared away?

Now, logically, you know those first two outcomes are absurd. Over the past few weeks, they’ve each shown extreme interest in getting to know you, they show how much care they have for you, and oh boy does that knowledge make your heart flutter. It makes you feel good, really good about yourself.

But that last point? Well, that is a big insecurity of yours. As a child, you weren’t that open and didn’t have many friends. And it was hard to make new ones when you would always stutter and trip over yourself, causing many of the kids you’d gone to school with to laugh at you. You were so shy, always the shortest kid in your class which made you an easy target for bullying, especially since you couldn’t hold a conversation well and you’d constantly accidentally bump into someone. It’s honestly a surprise that Tori had stuck around this long.

And, to be completely honest, you think you could deal with them maybe not finding you as interesting as they probably thought, maybe even them telling you that it just wouldn’t work out. Yes, it would hurt for a while, but you would deal with it. However, you absolutely could not live with the Alphas finding you annoying. Because this whole thing already feels like a fever dream, and if you were to fuck it up by doing or saying something embarrassing it would only serve as proof that you aren’t fit for Alphas like them.

It’s nine-fifteen when you respond with ‘good morning :)’

And not even a minute later, Steve texts back. ‘how are you feeling about today?’

Well, isn’t that a good question? Because you want nothing more than to go on this date, you want this to work out so badly that you feel like your heart might burst out of your chest. But, again, those fucking insecurities are messing with your mind.

It’s maybe a few minutes later when you reply with ‘Feeling okay, you guys?’

A bubble pops up at the bottom of the text thread, Bucky typing for a good thirty seconds before it disappears. And it stays like that for another full minute, your heart hammering in your chest as your anxieties are jumping to the worst possible outcome. What if they cancel? What if they-

Your phone screen comes to life when Steve calls you. He’s calling you. And for a moment you want to let it go to voicemail, you don’t want them to hear how nervous you are. But you also don’t want them to think you’re ignoring them, so you answer with a timid, “Hello?”

“Hi, honey,” Steve says calmly, his smooth voice doing a good job of soothing some of your worries.

“Hi!” You hear Bucky yell in the background, causing you to giggle.

“Hi, guys.”

You hear a thud in the background before Bucky yells “Put her on speaker, punk!” And then you can hear both of them clearly, Steve laughing as Bucky huffs in what you assume is a fake annoyance.

“So, uh, I’m just wondering. Um, where are we going today?” Mentally, you curse yourself for being so awkward, for tripping over your words while talking to the two most handsome Alphas you’ve ever met.

“That’s a surprise, honey,” Steve says, the smile on his face is evident in his tone. “Just wear something comfortable.”

“And warm!” Bucky adds, coming closer to the phone. “We don’t need you getting cold, okay?”

The hint of authority in his voice makes your heartbeat pick up speed and the care that’s so evident in just the way he speaks kind of makes you want to cry a little. When was the last time any potential partner showed even these small acts of concern for your well-being? Too long.

“Yes, sir,” You joke, having to bite your lip to keep your smile from widening even further when both Alphas laugh. Butterflies are swirling in your stomach, forming a tornado of anticipation and nerves for the day’s festivities.

“Alright,” Steve says with a hint of laughter. “We’ll let you go get ready and we’ll pick you up in two hours, okay?”

Two hours? That seems like too long yet not long enough. You’ve already showered, all you really need to do is find something to wear and then fix your hair - maybe throw on some mascara. But, still. Two hours seems like the perfect amount of time to have a full-on breakdown over this date. But at least that should also give you some time to recover from said breakdown.

“Yeah, that works!” Internally, you cringe at how eager you sound. Because even though you’re nervous beyond belief, and a tiny part of you wants to cancel the date out of fear of anything embarrassing happening, you don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let these two slip through your fingers without giving it a fighting chance. 

“Great,” Bucky says, clearly smiling. “Just send us your address and we’ll be there.”

Once you bid your goodbyes to each other you make sure to send them your address before deciding to freak out over what to wear. Luckily for you, and as though the universe knows you need the help, your doorbell rings soon after. Confused as to who would be at your door this early, you make your way to the door, and when you open it you see Tori standing on the other side with a wide smile.

“Alright, girl,” She says happily, ignoring the incredulous look on your face as she pushes past you to walk into your apartment. “We have to get you ready, where are they taking you?”

“Hello to you too, Tori,” you say with a slight roll of your eyes as you close the door.

“Hey, babe!” Tori grabs your wrist and all but yanks you towards your room, not really caring about the fact that you’re nearly tripping over yourself in an effort to keep up. When you both get to your room she lets go of your arm and heads for your closet.

“So, where are you guys going?”

“I don’t know, they just said to dress warm and comfortable.” Your shoulders shrug, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. You’re not too sure what exactly to wear based on those being the only two requests. Sure, you have plenty of sweaters and jackets and scarves - it’s New York after all - but you don’t know what will impress the Alphas.

You want to impress them so badly. You don’t want them to regret asking you out, and while clothing choices aren’t a ‘make or break’ type of thing it’s still important to you that you look the best you possibly can. After all, anyone who’s seen Steve and Bucky in person would agree that they’re most definitely the two most handsome men to ever exist.

Something soft hitting you in the face knocks you out of your thoughts.

“Hey!” You yelp, looking at the ground to see the thing that hit you - your light brown sweater with a cute graphic of a pumpkin patch on the front. Seconds later, a pair of leggings hit your chest. “Tori!”

Tori simply laughs, then heads to your shoe rack next to the closet door.

“How do you know this will be good for the date?” You ask as you pick up the sweater to inspect it as though you haven’t worn it hundreds of times. But, again, today needs to go perfectly so any stains you might’ve missed would not go down well with you.

“I don’t,” She admits with a shrug of her shoulders. “But that sweater accentuates your boobs and the leggings make your ass look great.”

Your whole body goes hot, the implication of them looking at those parts of your body doesn’t make you shrink away like it normally would, though you can barely stop your insecurities about your body from throwing the items to the side and picking something else to prevent that from happening.

“I-I don’t know, Tori…” You sigh, going over to your bed and sitting down on the edge. “What if they don’t like it? I mean, they’re-”

“Stop it,” Tori says forcefully, walking over to stand in front of you. “You’re beautiful and kind and wonderful and they’re going to love you. And if they don’t, then that’s not your fault. As long as you give it your all, everything will be fine.”

Coming closer, she places her hands on your shoulders so she can shake you a little bit. “I love you, girl. You’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. And it seems like they make you happy, but you make them happy too. I’ve seen it in the way they look at you, how they talk to you. It’s going to be fine, babe. I promise.”

After a long pause where you think over her words, you decide that she’s right - at least about your feelings. You like them so fucking much, so it wouldn’t be fair to them or yourself if you didn’t try your best.

“Okay… Okay, then. Let’s get me ready.”

And with that, Tori smiles brightly, leaning down to squeeze you in a tight hug before releasing you.

____________

It’s a few minutes before eleven when Bucky and Steve park out front of your apartment building. Steve is practically vibrating out of his skin, Bucky even had to convince his mate that he should drive to pick you up since Steve could barely keep his knees from bouncing.

“Baby,” Bucky says, shutting off the engine and twisting in his seat to face Steve. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to just be ourselves and treat her like she deserves, there’s no way she’s going to not like us.”

Steve nods, though he doesn’t look super convinced. It’s clear from how he spent fifteen minutes this morning in the flower shop picking out the perfect bouquet for you that he really, really wants this to work. And even though he doesn’t show it, Bucky knows Steve would be heartbroken if it didn’t. His mate’s always been a softie, and there’s something about you that makes him feel different - better than any other omega ever could.

Bucky knows exactly how he feels. Because, although he’s not as outwardly anxious, he just knows that you’re perfect for them, and he wants to do everything he can to make you see that they can take care of you, they can protect and love you. Your smile and sweet giggle haunt his dreams, his nightmares have long been replaced with his memories of him and Steve - and now you. He can’t help but imagine what it would be like to wake up next to you and his Alpha, to cuddle with you two in your nest as you all trade kisses and talk about anything and everything.

“You’re sure?” Steve asks with a timid voice, fiddling with the flowers in his lap. “I - we really like her.”

Bucky sighs, then reaches over the console to place his hand on the back of his mate's neck in a comforting manner. And even though it’s uncomfortable, Bucky leans over and presses a soft kiss to Steve’s lips.

“I’m sure, Stevie.”

Steve sighs too, leaning forward to kiss Bucky again before pulling back.

“Okay, Buck.”

With that, they both share a small smile and then get out of the car. It’s about a minute-long elevator ride up to your floor, Bucky holding his mate’s free hand the entire way and sending him feelings of calmness through their bond. It works until they get to your front door because now Steve is practically fumbling with the flowers as he figures out the best way to hold them while Bucky knocks.

It’s about a minute later when the door swings open, but it’s not you. It’s Tori with a wide, knowing smirk on her face.

“Hello, boys,” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Those for her?” She nods towards the sunflowers and daisies Steve is holding.

“They are,” Bucky says with a smile of his own. Glancing at Steve to see him nod. “Is she ready?”

“Yes!” You say, quickly running up behind Tori to gently push her to the side and give her a side glare. You’re fiddling with your clothes, tugging at the bottom of the sweater in order to smooth out the fabric.

However, in the Alphas’ eyes, there’s no need for you to do so. Through their bond both of them feel the other go kind of dumb - you always look pretty but today’s outfit just hits them differently. Your eyeliner makes the color of your eyes pop, and the shiny lipgloss makes your lips nearly impossible to not kiss.

They don’t, though. Not yet. The last thing either of them wants to do is make you uncomfortable, especially with Tori standing behind you. So, instead, Bucky smiles and elbows Steve to get him out of his trance.

“Hello, honey,” Bucky says, his smile turning into a smirk when you fail to suppress a squeak.

“H-hi, guys,” You say nervously with a small smile. “Are those for me?” You ask when you notice the flowers in Steve’s hand.

“Oh, um, yes,” Steve stutters ever so slightly, reaching out to hand you the bouquet. “You once said you love Sunflowers.”

____________

“You once said you love Sunflowers.”

Something about this gesture makes you want to tear up. Flowers may not be a big deal to some people, but they mean everything to you. Receiving gifts from partners has been rare for you, so the beauty of the petals and knowing that they’re for you just makes you preen a little bit.

“I do,” You say softly, almost like you can’t believe he remembered. “They’re beautiful, thank you. Really.”

“Just like you,” Steve blurts out before a redness covers his cheeks.

And you absolutely cannot be blamed for the embarrassing squeak you let out. You try being called beautiful by Steve fucking Rogers and not want to bury your face in his neck to inhale his scent.

“Th-thank you,” You say with a giggle, handing the flowers to Tori and giving her a grateful smile as she gives you a quick kiss on your cheek.

“You guys have fun,” She teases, waving you off with a smile. “Treat her well or you’ll have hell to pay.”

“Of course,” Bucky says with an assuring nod. “Wouldn’t treat her with anything but care.” He says this while looking at you though, the twinkle in his eyes making you want to bare your neck to him.

When the door closes behind you, you step closer to the Alphas.

“Are you nervous?” Steve asks, voice soft and caring, though clearly a little anxious. His hand settles on your arm, and Bucky appears beside you to place his hand on your back, as well as take one of your hands in his metal one.

And despite your earlier anxiety, you mean it wholeheartedly when you say, “No.” How can you be nervous now when the feeling of the men’s warm hands on you and their clear concern for your wellbeing makes your heartbeat quicken in anticipation?

“Let’s go?” You ask, face growing warm in slight embarrassment for your enthusiasm.

“Let’s go,” Both Alphas say in unison. And then all of you are off to the truck - a very nicely kept, sleek black truck. Steve opens the back door for you before, to your surprise, sliding in next to you.

“We agreed he could sit in the back with you on the way there as long as I could sit next to you on our way back,” Bucky pipes up at your questioning glance.

Feelings of warmth fill your entire being, and you already know that today is going to be the most fun you’ve had in a while.

____________

It’s about a thirty-five-minute drive before you finally arrive at a park - a beautiful stretch of the greenest grass you’ve ever seen with orange and red-leafed trees surrounding two sides of it. It’s big, but if you look close enough you can make out a trail off to the left. That half hour was, surprisingly to you, filled with pleasant conversation. Now, your previous interactions with the men proved that they were wonderful company, but you’re surprised that you’re not as nervous as you thought you’d be. Everything was moving smoothly, there wasn’t even a single moment of awkward silence.

“We’re here,” Bucky says, pulling into a free parking spot closest to the entrance of the trail. Steve opens the door as Bucky gets out as well and goes around to the back of the truck. And Steve, ever the gentleman, holds your hand as he helps you climb out of the backseat, only letting go when you begin smoothing out your clothes.

“Are we ready?” Bucky appears next to you holding a large blanket and a stereotypical wicker basket.

A small smile forms on your face, and your heartbeat increases ever so slightly. How are they so fucking sweet?

“Yes!” Immediately, your face goes hot, self-conscious of your enthusiasm. But the Alphas don’t seem to mind, in fact, Steve takes the blanket from under Bucky’s arm and tucks it under his own, then grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers together.

“Let’s go then,” Steve says, smiling softly down at you.

With that, the three of you head off to the trail, walking under colorful oak trees that flank both sides of the dirt path. A comfortable silence falls over all of you, only the sounds of birds chirping filling the air. You walk for a few minutes, the leaves crunching under your feet as you take in the beauty surrounding you, your eyes wide with wonder.

The environment is comforting, calm, puts you at ease in a way you don’t normally experience. It’s freeing to feel so content - so happy. It takes about five minutes before you come upon a set of wooden stairs leading down to the most beautiful lake you’ve ever seen. The water is nearly clear, the colorful trees reflecting over the surface, and even though it’s a clear day out, you can’t help but notice the golden hue filling the air. You don’t even notice you’ve stopped walking until Steve tugs on your hand.

“Do you like it?” He asks, almost nervous as he waits for your reaction.

“I…” You trail off, tears filling your eyes. This whole thing is just - just perfect. “I love it,” you say as you look at Steve, a wide smile spreading across your face. And you look at Bucky when you say, “It’s perfect.”

____________

“It’s perfect.”

Bucky can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief. They’d both wracked their brains trying to figure out where to take you, what to do. They want to wow you, to show you that they can - and hopefully will get the chance to provide for you, they can make you happy. You’ll never go without, if you want something, they will figure out a way to get it.

“Good,” Steve says softly, smiling down at you before looking up at Bucky and nodding his head.

With that, the three of you make your way down the stairs, Steve holding on to your hand tightly to make sure you don’t fall, and Bucky places his free hand on your back. He can hear how your heartbeat speeds up when he does so and tries so hard not to puff out his chest when you glance up at him through your eyelashes coyly.

Once you’re down by the lake, the men lead you to a large oak tree merely ten or so feet from the edge. Steve is quick to unfold the blanket and spread it out under the tree - large enough to probably cover an entire California King bed. Bucky then places the basket down as his mate takes your hand and helps you sit near the edge of the blanket leaving enough space for the men to sit on either side of you.

The Alphas quickly open the basket and pull out containers of food, opening the lids and placing them in front of you. When they finally sit down - obviously with you in the middle - Bucky notices how wide your eyes are, how you seem transfixed on the array of fruits and sandwiches and cake. It’s when Bucky pulls out the jug of homemade lemonade that you choke back a cry.

“Honey?” Steve asks, turning his body to face you with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Bucky places a hand on your back, sweeping it around to hold your waist. And can you really blame him if his whole body goes hot when you lean into his side and turn your face so it’s halfway buried in his neck?

It takes a few seconds but you’re finally able to gather yourself and pull away.

“You guys are just… I can’t believe it.”

“What can’t you believe, sweetheart?” Steve scoots closer to you, placing his hand on your head to smooth out your hair, and unconsciously turns your head so he can look directly at you. “Tell us what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

____________

You want to scream. You want to yell until your voice gives out. It’s nothing, in the grand scheme of things. Them preparing food - by hand - and bringing you to this beautiful spot might just be a normal thing for most people, but considering you’ve hardly ever been shown this much affection and thoughtfulness. Shaking your head, you look away, unable to withstand the Alpha's intense gaze.

“It’s nothing,” You mumble, fiddling with your fingers. “It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not, honey,” Bucky says, giving your waist an affectionate squeeze. “If you’re upset, we want you to tell us.”

“I’m not! I promise!” You assure them, hesitantly reaching both of your hands out to place them on the Alpha’s legs. “I guess I just… I’ve just never been shown this much… care?” It’s phrased as a question, because you’re unsure if that was the right word to use, but it’s all you can think of at the moment.

“I know it may not seem like a lot,” You continue, taking a deep breath before looking up at Steve, and then Bucky. “But this means the world to me. You guys are just so sweet and thoughtful and I’m not really sure what to do, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, let alone two people.”

Both of the men sigh, and you can almost taste the scent of disappointment wafting off of them. Suddenly your nerves spike, did you say something wrong?

You must have said that out loud because Bucky starts shaking his head. “No, no darling. You didn’t say anything wrong, I promise.”

“We’re just… I guess we’re disappointed that you consider this the height of romance because this is the bare minimum. You should be used to this, you should be loved and worshipped because that’s what you deserve, nothing less. And it’s not your fault, it’s every other person’s fault for not treating you like the perfect Omega you are.” Steve sounds upset, and your heartbeat increases to a degree that you’d think you were having a panic attack if it weren’t for how damn happy you are.

For a moment, you’re unsure as to what to say, it’s just baffling to you that one person, let alone two, can make you feel this way, this joyous and carefree. But luckily Bucky speaks up so you don’t have to.

“And we’d love to have the chance to do that for you,” He says softly, picking up your hand to cradle it in his own so he can place a delicate kiss on your knuckles. And when you stare up into his eyes, you can’t help but gasp at how loving his gaze is. “Will you give us that chance?”

“Yes.” And this time, you’re not embarrassed by how quickly your answer was to come. How can you be when both men sigh in relief and lean into your body so they can wrap you in their arms? It’s warm and comforting, filling you with happiness and care for these men.

When they lean back you really can’t be blamed for the way your gaze finds Steve’s, then drops down to his lips momentarily. At this, you’re a little flustered, suddenly overcome with the want to feel how soft they are.

Steve seems to read your mind because he places his hand on the back of your neck and forces you to hold his gaze.

“Can I kiss you, honey?”

“Please,” You whine, staying in place as the Alpha leans down slowly. Your eyes close when he gets close enough that you can feel his breaths against your mouth. And for a moment, neither of you moves, and your nerves climb higher and higher as the seconds tick by.

You’re about to speak when he finally, finally kisses you. At first, it’s just a simple peck, a chaste kiss on your lips, and then he pulls back by merely a millimeter. It’s you who leans forward to press your lips together again, and you let him lead as you lose yourself in the kiss. Though, it’s over far too soon for your liking by a soft groan.

Pulling away, both you and Steve turn to look at Bucky, who is now sporting a sheepish grin.

“Sorry,” He mumbles with a flushed face. “I just… I love seeing you two together. I love us all being together and having the two people I care about more than anything sharing your feelings. I know it’s-”

“Sweet,” You interrupt him, turning your body so you can face him better and slip your hand out of his. Placing it on his cheek, you smile when he nuzzles into your palm and gives it a little kiss. “I think it’s sweet, Bucky.”

“Can I kiss you too?” He whispers hopefully, smiling when you nod. Unlike his mate, Bucky doesn’t waste any time capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. It’s clear he’s trying to hold back, and something in you just can’t help but feel wanted, desired. This kiss lasts a little longer, and although you can feel Steve’s gaze on you, you’re not in the least bit self-conscious. You know they wouldn’t lie to you, so you find comfort in knowing that you can show affection to both men without either getting upset or jealous.

When you do finally pull away, you can’t help but lean into Bucky’s chest, reaching behind you to grab Steve’s hand.

“I really like you guys,” You mumble into the Alpha’s chest.

“We really like you too,” They say in unison, causing you to smile.

With that, everything seems to fall into place, the men divvy up the food - giving you most of it - and you all eat in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other. Once the food is eaten, Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, causing you to look up at him.

“Come here,” He says with a smile, guiding you to sit sideways on his lap, facing Steve. And there is absolutely no way in hell you could contain the squeak forcing its way out of your mouth. “Is this okay?” He asks as Steve scoots closer to sit right next to Bucky, picking up your legs and resing them in his lap.

You’ve never nodded faster in your life. You’re nervous, sure, but the utter happiness you’re feeling far outweighs it. That happiness only grows when Bucky nods to his mate, and you watch as the other man picks up the container with the cake. Your eyes widen when Steve picks up a fork and takes a small bit out of one of the slices, carefully leading it up to your mouth where you automatically open it.

Slowly, he slides the fork out, allowing you to chew the cake with a pleased smile on his face. It goes on like this until the slice is completely gone, with Bucky pressing kisses to your temple occasionally and bathing you in his warmth. It makes you preen having these Alphas take care of you like this, providing for you.

You’re content to stay here forever, wrapped up in their light, and by the time you’re done eating completely, you feel your eyelids grow heavy, a yawn forcing your mouth wide open.

“I’m sorry,” You say remorsefully, a little embarrassed by how tired you’ve become now that your stomach is full and you’re comfortably resting against Bucky’s chest.

“Don’t be, honey,” Steve says, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You can nap if you want, we’ll be right here when you wake up.”

A smile spreads across your face, and you instinctively bury your head into Bucky’s chest and reach out so you can hold onto Steve’s hands. “Are you sure?” You ask, peeking an eye open so you can look up at the blonde Alpha.

He smiles as he nods, pressing another kiss on the top of your head. “Go to sleep, pretty girl.”

It doesn’t take long for you to float off into dreamland, and the last thing you hear is, “I told you she’s perfect for us.”

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Bygone

Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Synopsis: You had spent years as an experiment. A test subject for the very force you had once fought against. Now you're free, reunited with the man you grew up with, your Alpha, Steve Rogers. Only one hundred years of trauma and a broken bond hold you back.

(A/N: This will be a heavy story, full warning. It will be dealing with trauma, PTSD and SA. It is linked to my other story, Anachronism but you don't have to read that to understand this fic. Lottie is the reader from Anachronism. The reader in this story is a super soldier. )

1945 

Your wrists ached from the restraints digging into your skin. The cold steel table beneath you sent a shiver down your spine, but it wasn’t from the temperature - it was from the sheer, suffocating sense of wrongness that filled the air. 

Hydra had you. 

You didn’t remember how long it had been since the ambush. Days? Weeks? The only thing you knew was that they had kept you drugged, disorientated. Every time you fought back, they’d restrain you tighter. 

But none of that mattered. None of it compared to the one thought racing through your head. 

Steve would come for you. 

He always did, always had. You could ensure this - endure anything- because Steve would come. 

The heavy concrete doors creaked open. 

Dr Reinhardt, a young beta man, entered the room. You knew about him from the reports, he was an assistant of Dr Zola, a Hydra scientist and researcher. He wore a smug, snake-like expression he always wore, that glint of his glasses reflecting the dim light above you. Behind him, two hydra soldiers flanked the door, standing stiffly like statues. 

You lifted your head as much as you could, your glare sharp despite the exhaustion dragging you down They hadn’t fed you much and sleep was only a few short moments before your system shocked you awake. 

“Hope you enjoyed your last breath, Doc,” You rasped out, “Cause Steve’s coming, and when he does, he’ll- 

Reinhardt chuckled, “Ah, Fraulein, always so certain, so full of fight,” 

He stepped closer, pressing gloved fingers to your pulse point as if assessing your vitals. You flinched away from him, but the restraints holding your head in place made it hard to move. 

“It is a shame, truly. That fight could have served you well,” 

You jerked against the restraints, trying to kick at him, “When Steve gets here, you won’t have time to run-” 

Reinhardt’s smug look stayed on his face as he simply tilted his head, his following words turning your blood to ice. 

“Steve Rogers is dead,” 

Your breath stilled before you started to pull at the restraints, “You’re lying,” 

The scientist pulled a news paper from under his arm, flipping it open and revealing the front page. A photograph of Steve in his Captain America uniform, the headlines making your throat swell. 

“No..,” Your voice came out as barely a whisper, instincts flaring, “No.., I can still feel him!” 

“He sacrificed himself to stop Schmidt,” The doctor chuckled, “Quite heroic, don’t you think? But tragically pointless,” 

You could barely breathe. 

Steve was gone. 

Maybe it was because you had never actually bonded with Steve, but you still felt him, deep down. It was small, but it was there. 

“You have lost your bondmate, but you need not lose everything else,” Reinhardt chuckled, his snake-like eyes staring at you, “You see, I have great plans for you, Fraulein, you will be the first of many,” 

You barely had time to register his words before he gestured to one of the soldiers. A syringe was placed into his palm, filled with an ominous, light blue coloured liquid. Reinhardt stepped forward and you began to thrash. 

“Don’t you dare-” 

“Don’t you worry, my dear. This is not the same as what was given to your sweet Captain America, I have added my own genius,” 

The cold bite of the needle pierced the skin on your neck before you could scream. The next moments- 

Pain. 

Searing, burning pain. 

You’re body convulsed as you arched off the table, a strangled cry ripping from your throat. Every nerve in your body ignited, blood turning to fire as the serum began to surge through your veins. 

Through the blinding agony, the doctor leaned close, whispering the last thing she heard before the world turned back. 

“Hail Hydra,” 

It’s cold, like it always is. 

Coming out cryo has that first few minutes of blindness, where your sight is trying to wake from the slumber. Your joints are rigid, your breath hitting you as you slump out of the cryo chamber and against the cold, concrete floor of the base. The handlers weren’t nice after all, they’d drag you to where they’d need you. 

But it’s the smell that hits you before your eyesight returns. 

Warm, like fresh apple pie that’s come out of the oven. The scent is mixed with fireworks and something like fresh cotton. It’s a scent you know well, backed up by the light scent of musk and pine that makes you feel suddenly comfortable.  

When your eyesight returns, you scramble back into the wall near the cryo chamber. This wasn’t real, you were hallucinating, something that the handlers had given you no doubt. They were cruel, it wouldn’t be beyond them to do something like this. 

“You’re not real,” You cry out, “You’re not real!” 

“We’re real,” The deep voice almost makes you want to cry, eyes squeezing shut as you shake your head. 

It’s not real. 

“Open your eyes,” The voice is soft, deep and warm, “We’re real, dove,” 

The nickname makes you slowly open your eyes, hair wet from the cryo chamber and sticking to your face. Two men are stood in front of you, the red and blue shield the first thing your eyes focus in on. The next thing is their faces, wore from time but there still the faces of the men you grow up with. 

Bucky, older but unmistakably the same, his expression hard but soft when his eyes met hers. And Steve, standing behind him, his face frozen in a mask of disbelief.

“S-steve?” You whimpered out, “B-bucky..?” 

A weakness sets into your bones, limbs shaking as you let out a wheeze. Bucky is in the one that steps forward first, gathering you up while Steve stares at you in shock, his blue eyes holding confliction as he watches you. 

“She needs medical attention,” Bucky’s voice is starting to sound drowned out. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Steve asks. 

That’s all you hear before you pass out, darkness consuming you again. 

— 

It’s clinical, the place you wake up in. 

It’s bright, your senses violated by anti-septic, alcohol and metal. You quickly sit up with a shock, panting as you look around the space. It’s not Hydra, it’s not a hospital, it’s fancy med bay with hologram screens and people all dressed in white. 

The first thing that invades your senses is a smell that’s utterly alpha. 

Your system floods with panic, like an instinctual reaction. There’s a doctor beside you, his hand reaches out and touches your arm, that’s when you fly to life. 

You’re out of bed in minutes, lunging at the alpha. He lets out a girlish scream as you tackle him to the floor, grabbing the thing closest to you to swing at him. Only something wraps around your wrist and you get sent flying back into the wall. 

“Calm down, Crazy Lady,” 

The woman that greets you looks oddly familiar, but you can’t place who she looks like. She’s dressed in a doctor's coat, blue button-up up, and black slacks. Her hair is an inky black, pulled back in a messy bun. She smells like an omega, letting you relax the tiniest bit. 

“Hello, my name is Dr. Tanya Stark,” She greets you, “How are you feeling?” 

You stare at her before clearing your throat, “Stark..?” 

“You probably knew my father, Howard Stark,” Tanya nods, “You’re very malnourished, you’ll be spending a few days with IV infusions and on oxygen,” 

Your fingers fly to your face, where an oxygen tube is sitting below your nose. You also noticed the IV’s in your arms and monitors connected to your chest. Maybe you’d have been scared of needles once upon a time, but after all the years being the test subject of Hydra’s experiments, you’re just.. Numb. 

“I need to ask,” Tanya questions, “When was the last time you remember waking up?” 

Your answer comes out as a cough, “2014,” 

She nods, “Well, it’s 2025 now,” 

Nothing phases you anymore. 

Tanya lets out a sigh before turning and returning to her work. 

You stay in the med bay for five days, Tanya your only source of connection in this place. It’s not cold, thankfully, the nurses bring you warm blankets at night and your allowed to read up on all the changes that have happened in the world. The only people who come near you are omegas, something spoken by Tanya about not overwhelming your system. 

On the sixth day, two men arrive at your room door. 

Their scent is engraved into your memory, fireworks, fresh linen, and apple pie accompanied by musk and pine. 

It’s Steve and Bucky. 

The first time you met Steve and Bucky, you were eight years old, standing barefoot on the cracked pavement of a Brooklyn street in the middle of summer. The sun beat down on the city, heat shimmering off the asphalt, and the scent of hot bread and sugar from the nearby bakery filled the air. 

You had just moved to the neighborhood with your father, a rough-around-the-edges alpha trying to start fresh after losing his mate, your mother. You didn’t know anyone and you weren’t sure you wanted to. Being omega meant being careful, even as a child. 

But that day, two boys caught your attention. 

The first one was small, thin as a rail with golden hair, and a determined look in his blue eyes. His clothes were a little worn, his shoes scuffed but he carried himself with stubborn confidence The second boy, taller and stronger looking, stood at his side with a cocky grin and looseness in his stance. 

The smaller one smelt like apple pie fresh out of the oven, warm and comforting with just a hint of cinnamon. It wasn’t overpowering, but it made your stomach rumble and filled your chest with a strange sense of familiarity. The taller one smelled like pine, fresh and sharp, like the kind of deep forest you had only ever seen in books. It was grounding, making you feel steady. 

That was the day you had made the most unlikely friendship with two young alphas. 

Something stirs in you and it just makes you feel sick again, knees pulled to your chest as your filled with a warm feeling that only provides discomfort. It’s the scent of Steve that’s making you feel like this, your emotions conflicting with your instincts. 

“Hey, Dove..,” Steve whispers as he walks into the room, Bucky close behind him. 

You don’t say anything. 

“Do you remember who we are?” Bucky’s deeper voice comes out next. 

That makes you let out an exhausted laugh, tears beginning to form in your eyes. 

“Do I remember you? Yes, I remember Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes, the two alphas I grew up with in Brooklyn, your moms used to get together every afternoon to listen to the latest episode of their radio shows while we played in the street,” It almost made you sob, “And I remember everything, from Bucky’s first horrible date with the beta girl that lived the floor below me, the day Steve had an asthma attack when we snuck onto the rooftop of the local bakery and..,” 

Steve and Bucky are silent. 

“I remember everything,” You cried, “I remember…everything,” 

Everything. Absolutely every moment of horror from the past one hundred years. 

“I’m not who you remember," You said, your voice hoarse. you couldn’t look at Steve.

Not yet. Not while the memories were still too vivid—the cold metal tables, the needles that dug too deep, the experiments that never stopped.

"We’re not the same either," Bucky replied quietly. "But we’re here now, You’re not alone anymore."

The words felt foreign to you, though they came from the lips of someone you had once trusted with your life. You felt your walls go up instinctively. Trust was a luxury you couldn’t afford, not after everything Hydra had done to you—everything they had put you through.

Steve was standing next to you up until now, his presence overwhelming. You could feel the pull of the bond, stronger than ever, but it felt suffocating. The knot in your chest tightened, and you took a step back, not daring to look at him. 

"Don’t," You whispered. "Don’t make this harder than it already is."

"You don’t have to face this alone," Steve said, his voice gentle but persistent. "Whatever happened—whatever they did to you—we’ll face it together. I’m sorry I didn’t acknowledge the bond-”

The mention of the bond makes your mouth taste sour.

“The bond?” You hissed, “You think I care about the bond that you’ve ignored it our whole life?!” 

Steve doesn’t know what to say and Bucky remains silent, stoic. 

“You might as well have rejected me!” You cried, “I’m so stupid. I waited years for you. I thought—”

You choke on the words, the pain raw and real.

Steve reaches out, but you flinch away. He's closer now, his presence like static in the air. His scent is so strong, something you craved to smell all those years in captivity but now taste like ash in your throat.

The sour, burning smell of your scent is flooding the room and it’s putting the two alphas on edge.

Steve’s eyes are pleading. “Please. We can fix this. We can still—”

“You don’t get it,” you cut him off, desperation leaking through your resolve. “The bond was all I had left. And they used it to break me.”

A shudder runs through you, and you turn away before he can see the hurt in your eyes. Hydra had tested it immediately, you don’t know how but they knew you had found your scent match.

The machine beside you starts beeping and both super soldiers jump in surprise as Tanya comes rushing in. For an omega, she’s determined, slapping her hand in the air and yelling at the two alphas.

“Get the hell out!”

Steve leaves instantly, withdrawing and sulking as he marches out of the room.

Your heart thundered in your chest, but the words didn’t bring you any peace. How could you trust him when you hadn’t even trusted yourself for so long? The years you had spent locked in that cold chamber had taken more from you than just your freedom. They had stolen your ability to feel safe, to believe that anyone could ever keep you safe again.

Bucky speaks before leaving the room, He knew the distance you needed. "We’re not asking for anything," he said softly. "We’re just here. If you need us… we’ll be here.”

–

The three of you sat on the fire escape of their Brooklyn apartment, the summer air thick with heat and the distant sounds of the city below.

Steve, still small and wiry, leaned back against the railing, his shirt sticking to his skin. Bucky lounged beside him, arms resting behind his head, while you perched on the edge, kicking your feet against the metal grating.

You three had been talking about the war—what else was there to talk about these days?—but the conversation had somehow shifted to omega bonds.

“You ever think about it?” Steve asked, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Having a mate?”

You huffed. “Of course I think about it. It’s not like I have much choice in the matter.”

Bucky snorted. “She makes a fair point, pal.”

Steve frowned, like he was puzzling something out.

“You’ll need a good alpha,” he mused. “Someone strong, someone who can take care of you.”

Bucky made a face. “Careful, Rogers. You’re starting to sound like an old-fashioned housewife.”

Steve ignored him, his brow furrowed in thought. Then his face brightened.

“What about Bucky?”

The silence was immediate.

Then—

“What?!” You blurted, looking at Steve like he had lost his mind.

Beside them, Bucky choked on a laugh.

Steve blinked, genuinely confused. “What? Bucky’s strong, he’s got a good job, he—”

“Steve,” You cut him off, voice dry. “I would rather throw myself into the Hudson than be bonded to Bucky.”

Bucky outright howled with laughter, clutching his stomach as he leaned back against the fire escape. “Oh, sweetheart, tell me how you really feel.”

Steve looked between the two of you, baffled. “But—”

You threw your hands up. “Steve, Bucky is Bucky. I’ve known him since we were kids! He’s like an annoying older brother.”

Bucky smirked. “I am older.”

You smacked his arm. “That’s not the point!”

Steve still looked like he didn’t understand. “But he’s a good alpha—”

“Steve,” You interrupted, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Bucky flirts with everything that breathes.”

Bucky grinned. “Not everything. I have standards.”

You shot him a glare before turning back to Steve. “Besides, just because an alpha is ‘strong’ or ‘good’ doesn’t mean they’re the right alpha.”

Steve still seemed unconvinced, but Bucky just clapped him on the shoulder.

“Face it, pal. She’s got taste.”

Steve sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just want you to be safe, that’s all.”

Her expression softened. “I know.”

Bucky smirked. “So if not me, then who?”

Your eyes flickered—just for a second—toward Steve.

But neither of them noticed. 

Steve was too busy contemplating the idea of mate bonds like it was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve, and Bucky was still laughing at his own rejection.

So you swallowed the feeling down, like you always did.

And the conversation moved on.

When your released from the medical bay, you feel lost. Steve had showed you to a room, in the compound, that doesn’t smell like anything at all. He had mumbled something along the lines of all rooms being sprayed with scent nullifiers but you weren’t paying attention.

Instead you’re looking outside the window, to the massive lake behind the compound. It reminded you of the Hudson River, which you could see from your apartment in Brooklyn all those years ago.

Everything was different, yet familiar. The forests around the compound bore the same deep green as the trees in Prospect Park, and your heart twinges at the thought. You wonder how long it will take to adjust to this new life, if that’s even possible.

The door creaks open, and you turn to see Steve again, his silhouette strong against the sterile light of the hallway. He hesitates for a moment, as if unsure of his welcome.

“Got you some new clothes,” he says finally, holding out a neatly folded bundle. “Figured you might need them.”

You nod in thanks, and he stands there awkwardly. There’s a kindness in his eyes, or maybe it’s pity. You can’t quite tell.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah,” you say instinctively. Because what else is there to say?

“My room is next door,” Steve states.

You know, you can smell the apple pie through the wall. You wouldn’t have been able to do that once, but now with whatever Hydra had done, you were able to do a lot of things.

“Where does Buck sleep?” You asked.

Just in case you needed him.

“Buck doesn’t live in the compound,” Steve explains with a slight tone, “He has a house further in land but still close, too many people are overwhelming and he only stays when he needs to,”

You nod.

“Dove..,” The pet name made your stomach twist, “I don’t know what you’ve been through but I’m here now,”

That makes you laugh, defensively. Steve didn’t know what you’d been through, of course he didn’t since the world had believed you and he were dead.

“Did you look for me when they pulled you from the ice?” You ask in a harsh tone.

“The military records said you went missing in action,”

Technically, they weren’t wrong.

“You didn’t feel me through the bond?” You bite at him, “I felt you, always, I felt that little sliver of life in the bond but then again, I’m the only one that ever felt the bond,”

“That is not true,” Steve’s voice is authoritative.

And the tone is what breaks open the flood gates.

“I loved you, Steve!” You screamed it, because it was finally coming out after a century.

You were tired of being the best friend. The one who was always there for him, following around that scrawny kid in Brooklyn before following the man he became into the front lines of the second world war. You had enough.

“I knew from the day I met you, that we were scent mates,” Now you couldn’t help but whispered, “But it didn’t matter, I wasn’t good enough,”

“That’s not true, you were more than enough, I just never had the instincts back then like I do now-”

“But you had the instincts for Peggy?” The words leave your mouth with a sour twist, “You paraded with her around the army camps, you held that fucking picture of her all the time and you still do! I was the first one there for you and yet I was the second choice, your own scent mate!”

Steve is firm when he talks, “I love you both, you and Peggy-”

“I loved you, Steven Grant Rogers,”

Loved.

The words hit Steve like a bullet, that bond in his chest cracking.

“I don’t know if I do anymore,”

He’s silent, his breath a soft mist in the winter air. You wonder if he can feel vibration of your pulse, the tremor behind your words.

“Don’t leave me like this,” Steve pleads, his voice dripping into cracks you thought sealed shut. “Not without—without telling me how to fix it.”

You yank away, feeling the loss of his touch like an open wound.

“What are you asking of me, Steve?” Your breath is cold as you speak.

“Stay,” He pleads out softly, “Stay, and we can figure this out,”

Tears fill your eyes before you quickly blink them back.

“I’m lost, Steve,” You confess, “I’m no-one anymore,”

“You are someone to me, to Bucky-”

“I don’t have a family, Steve, I’m not remembered by anyone,” You croak out, “What am I supposed to do?”

Steve falls into silence and you turn back to the window, just staring.

“There’s somewhere I need to show you,”

You didn’t say anything else and you weren’t exactly sure why you had gone with Steve in the first place. Maybe it’s the long suppressed omega instincts in you, softly tugging at you to follow Steve because he’s familiar. 

After a long drive, you arrive at a familiar place with a hood, cap and sunglasses covering your face. 

When you walk in the door, trailing behind Steve, you understand that it’s a museum. 

The Smithsonian. 

You hadn’t been allowed in this place back in the 30s and 40s. It had been rich, elite alphas and their omegas. A lot of restrictions in the 30s and 40s meant you couldn’t do a lot of things. 

You followed Steve past multiple exhibits before you arrived at one. 

Captain America. 

Steve’s face was plastered everywhere, with pictures and scripts written on the wall. Pictures of Steve before and after the serum, feats in the war and of course, the uniforms of the Howling Commandos. 

Your own uniform was on the right hand side of Steve’s, immortalised in this place. You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose, a flicker of remembrance and happiness igniting in your chest. 

Of course, the army had given you a uniform befitting of an omega woman. A tight skirt and blouse that was no good on the front lines It had been a horrible thing to work in, no doubt lost to history. The uniform you wore as a member of the Howling Commandos hadn’t even been your own. 

In your stubbornness, you had stolen a pair of Steve’s pants and one of Bucky’s shirts. The tan pants had been massive on you, requiring you to roll them up and tighten them around your waist. The black shirt that had once belong to Bucky had the sleeves cuffed at your elbows and tucked into your pants. The jacket had been your own, a leather one that reached your knees. The white band with the red cross on it attached to your sleeve, showing your position as a combat medic. 

Steve’s voice broke you out of your trance. 

“You never let me carry your bags,” 

On your uniform, we’re three heavy bags that sat on your back, side and front. 

“I needed it all, I wasn’t weak,” You whispered, “I couldn’t have you running off with half my medical supplies,” 

Steve chuckled before he turned and walked, making you pull your eyes away from the uniforms. 

The next section made your heart stop. 

As soon as you walked in, you were greeted with a picture. It looked foreign, filled with deja vu as you stared at the black and white picture. It was you, from your first day at training, eyes twinkling and a warm smile on your face. Beneath it, was a plaque imprinted with your name and a few lines that caught your attention. 

Childhood friend of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, one of the first omega female combat medics to work on the front lines during World War II. A brilliant and compassionate healer, she saved hundreds of soldiers, providing critical care during the most brutal battles. Her courage and selflessness set the standard for Omega service in combat and beyond.

The words hit you like a tidal wave. Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly stepped through the exhibit, reading each display. You had forgotten so much of who you had been, before Hydra, before the experiments and the changes. Yet, it was all here. 

Originally a nurse serving on the front lines of World War II, life changed when this young omega female helped her childhood friend, Steve Rogers, rescue the 107th Division from a Hydra Base. 

You continued to walk, the memories alive in your mind. 

Becoming a combat medic and the only omega female member of the Howling Commandos, her bravery in battle zones and innovative techniques in helping injured soldiers was commendable for someone in the 1940s. 

While women, especially omegas, were expected to stay home during the on going war, the legacy of this omega woman changed the tides of history. Not only a respected figure during the war, she became a symbol of omega and women’s strength. 

You bit down on your cheek as you proceeded to read through the transcripts, describing certain fights, attacks and feats you at accomplished during the war. It’s the pictures that get you, flashing on a screen.

One of you, Steve and Bucky when you were children, sitting on the steps of the apartment building. The other is you, tending to a wounded soldier in the trenches of a battle field. The next is a video that brings tears to your eyes. 

It was Steve, picking you up bridal style and basically throwing you into the air. Bucky is laughing beside you both, eyes still full of life. The voices in the video aren’t the best, but you remember the exact moment that they had been said in. 

“Gotcha, Dove!” 

“You know, you’re not the only one who can carry her now!” 

The video ends with you squished between the two alphas.

The corner of your lip quirks up and you breath out shakily, blinking a few times. You’re almost scared to speak, afraid that if you do it would rupture the emotions and memories that have come flooding back to you. 

“That was-” Your voice cracks, “That was my first day with you both,” 

Steve is holding his breath beside you. 

“What do you think?” He asks. 

“It’s…” You trail off, voice faltering with emotion as you look around at the exhibit dedicated to you, “It’s unbelievable,”

“Do you see now?” Steve murmurs lowly, “You weren’t just someone to me, but to a lot of people,” 

Your hands shake ever so slightly as you bite down on your lip, unable to tear your eyes away from the display. You aren’t a no-one, you’re a part of history.

But one thought spurs in your mind.

You had to find out the full extend of what Hydra had done to you.

—-

Bucky’s ‘room’ only smells very faintly of pine and musk, an obvious sign that he’s not here all that often. You managed to snag him after he came back from a mission, the alpha now standing with his arms crossed as he leans against the wall.

“What you want?” Bucky asks.

“I need to get back to that hydra base,” You state firmly.

“What?!” Bucky is taken aback before he moves, eyes squinting for a moment before he shakes his head, “No,”

“I need to know everything that they did to me!” You plead, “And I need to find out why..,”

You can see the conflict in Bucky’s eyes swirl, like a violent storm. If anyone is going to understand your emotions right now, it’s him.

“And we’re not telling Steve?”

“No..,” You mumble.

Once upon a time, Steve would have been your partner in crime, back in the 40s when the days had been easy. You spent most of your life hiding your bad decisions and reckless acts from Bucky.

Now?

Steve was the one you had to hide from.

“Fine,” Bucky agreed with a gruff voice, “We go tonight,”

As the cloak of night descended, you bided your time until the clock hands crept past ten. Only then, assured that Steve was deeply ensconced in slumber, did you silently slip out of your room. The hallway was dimly lit, shadows playing on the walls as you moved with careful stealth. Upon reaching the quinjet, you found Bucky already seated within, his silhouette barely visible in the low light. The quiet hum of the craft enveloped you as you entered, and Bucky's fingers deftly danced over the controls, the consoles coming to life with a soft glow.

“We doing this?” He asks.

You nod, taking your seat in the other pilot spot. You had no idea how this machine worked, hell, you barely knew how a car worked.

The jet started up, humming with power as Bucky prepared it for take off. Just as you had strapped yourself in, a deep voice sounded from behind you both.

“What the hell are you doing?”

If not for the straps, you probably would have fell out of your seat.

“Shit! Steve!” You yelled, turning and looking at Captain America.

He was in his suit, shield on his back as he stood with crossed arms. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to ignore the way your chest felt at the simple smell of his scent.

“Hydra base, huh?”

You glared at him before your gaze shifted to Bucky, who was refusing to meet your eyes.

“You told him!”

Bucky chuckles, shrugging like the troublemaker you’d always known. “You know I can’t keep secrets from Steve.”

“Especially dumb ones,” Steve added, stepping forward to take the third seat as the jet lifted off. You groaned but secretly felt a warmth spread in your chest. As much as you wanted to be mad, an old part of you knew this was how it had to be: the three of you, thick as thieves.

The city lights blurred below as Bucky flew fast and low, deftly navigating toward the Siberian Hydra hideout. The craft's interior fell silent except for the hum of engines and the occasional beep of navigation.

“So what’s the plan?” Steve asked after a while, glancing sideways at you. “Or were you going to make it up as you went?”

“That was the plan,” you shot back with a grin, “I’m just hoping to find records, anything that explains why I’m still here.”

“That doesn’t sound like you,” Bucky talks with fondness in his voice, “You were always our girl with a plan,”

You roll your eyes at his teasing words, settling into the journey ahead. You’re watching Bucky as the time passes, how he seems to easily be able to fly the jet.

“How do you do that?” You question, “There’s so many buttons and switches,”

Bucky shrugs, “It’s basically the same as driving,”

“Barnes,” You say firmly, “I don’t know how to drive,”

“You don’t know how to drive?” Bucky questions.

There’s a heart beat of silence before realization dawns on his face.

Steve speaks up, “Omegas weren’t allowed car licenses before the 1960s,”

“I completely forgot..,” Bucky mumbled.

“Didn’t stop me from trying,” You quipped up.

Steve laughs and it makes something warm in the pit of your stomach, “I remember that day, we got arrested!”

You can’t help but grin as the memory floats into your mind.

You grinned as you sat in the driver’s seat, hands on the wheel of the old, beat-up truck that once belonged to Steve’s father.

“This is a terrible idea,” Steve muttered, gripping the dashboard like his life depended on it.

“Relax, I got this!”

“You do not got this,”

“Sure I do!”

“You’ve never driven before!”

You scoffed, “I’ve seen people drive,”

“That’s not the same thing!”

You ignord him, pressing your foot to the gas petal. The truck lurched forward with a violent jerk, sending Steve slamming back against his seat.

“Oh my god - brake!” Steve yelled.

You, panicked, pressed both feet down on the gas and the break. The truck screeched like it was about die, jolting forward in a horrifying stop-go motion.

“Foot off the gas!” Steve wheezed like he was about to have an asthma attack, “Foot off the gas!”

You slammed on the brake, the truck screeching to a full stop, sending you both flying forward. Steve had panted and wheezed, sweating like he was about to die.

“Okay, so maybe watching other people drive wasn’t quite enough,” You spoke, voice high pitched.

“Ya think?!” Steve wheezed.

A sharp knock on the driver’s side window made you both jump. You turned, seeing a very unimpressed officer in the fogged up window.

“We should run, huh?”

“Yeah..,”

Bucky is laughing, it’s soft but audible, “I remember bailing you two out of jail that day,”

And he was right. Steve had called Bucky, since they were only willing to release you to an alpha. Bucky had given you both a lecture as you walked home that night, while Steve vowed to never let you behind the wheel of a car again.

You turn to Steve, whose sitting with a fond look on his face. It’s almost as if you can feel his content through the bond. “How many times do you think he bailed us out of trouble?”

“Too many,” Steve chuckled, “Remember Mrs Calloway?”

Bucky groaned while you break into a smile, laughing as you spoke, “She lived above me! Bucky had to flirt with her after we broke her window,”

You and Steve fell into laughter while Bucky winced, remembering the horrid red haired old lady omega that owned too many cats.

“She was about to call the cops when Bucky waltz in, giving her a winning smile and sweet words,” Steve teased.

The other super soldier was shaking his head.

“And it worked!” You laughed as well, “She forgave us! Kept asking when my handsome alpha friend was coming back though,”

It feels calm, for once in your long life. It feels comfortable, as if time had passed and the three of you hadn’t changed from the long years of ice, trauma and battle.

Bucky’s voice makes you look at him, “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, Lottie can’t drive either,”

“Whose Lottie?” You question, confusion on your face.

“His girl,” Steve answers, almost hesitantly, as if testing the waters.

Bucky coughs, a bit of color coming to his cheeks. “Yeah, she’s... she’s swell.”

You blink at him, then burst into laughter when you see his embarrassed look. “Bucky Barnes, in a real relationship?”

He flicked a switch with exaggerated sternness. “I’ll have you know she’s a real catch. An omega like you, just not so battle hardened,”

“She’s gotta be tough if she’s mated to you,”

Steve is the one who talks, chuckling to himself, “She cried when Bucky stood on an ant,”

“Ah..,”

The flight continued with some soft banter and inside jokes before it broke into Siberia’s harsh winter, all three of you falling into silence as you approach the old hydra base.

An inkling of fear runs down your spine.

You all make our way in with ease, heading down the elevator. Steve’s scent is filled with worry, while Bucky’s scent is oddly dulled, like he’s trying to keep it toned down. The elevator goes down for what feels like an hour before it finally stops.

“They kept you hidden well,” Steve whispers, “We almost didn’t find this place,”

“That’s concerning,” You whispered back as you walked into the cryo room, “They never told me what they wanted me for, only that I was going to be the first of many,”

Steve’s scent flares and it almost makes you step towards him. Almost.

You walk through the hallway, peering into dusty rooms filled with defunct machines. The air is stale, and the fluorescent lights flicker dimly.

“You think they left anything?” Bucky asks, fingers brushing against the wall as if expecting it to crumble at his touch.

“They left me,” you say quietly. “Maybe there’s more.”

Steve moves to your side, his presence reassuring, like a promise that you’re not alone in this search or whatever revelations it might bring. “We’ll find something.”

The three of you press on, your breath visible in the frosty air. The deeper in you get, the colder it becomes. It’s like dredging through memories—you know there’s something important here; you just have to find it.

When it comes to walking down the hallway filled with cells, unused in many, many years but the place is still filled with the stench of old blood. You let out a deep exhale, grounding yourself as you continue on.

You come upon a large room filled with file cabinets and old computers. Some papers are scattered on the ground, forgotten relics of Hydra’s meticulous record-keeping.

“This looks promising,” Steve says as he kicks a pile of papers.

You don’t say anything while Bucky walks over to one of the computers, typing away. Your attention is on the files, quickly sifting through them before something catches your eyes.

Omega 01 and Alpha 42.

You know yourself as Omega 01. After all, you were the first of their experiments and the only one that had survived.

Steve’s voice makes you look up, “What does that say?”

“Проект Омега,” Bucky answers as he types on the computer, “Project Omega, I had no idea about this,”

“You never figured it out?” Steve asks.

“No,” Bucky’s voice is strained, “But from what’s here, they did a lot,”

You turn your attention back to the file, opening it. What’s inside makes your heart stop, eyes wide as you look at the pictures.

“B-bucky?” You croak out.

Bucky and Steve both stand at attention as you turn around, looking between them both before looking down at the file. There’s a picture of yourself, in cryo, along with a picture of Bucky from the war.

“O-omega 1..,” You barely get out, “And Alpha 42, known as Sargeant James Buchanan Barnes, The Winter Soldier..,”

Steve and Bucky are both crossing the room, taking their places at your side.

“U-under no circumstances are Omega 01 and Alpha 42 to come into direct contact,” You whisper, “Any potential interaction is to be prevented through strict scheduling, separate holding areas and minimal personnel overlap. Should either subject show signs of recognition, immediate memory suppression protocals will be enacted..,”

Bucky snatches the file from your hands while you can’t help but fall back into Steve, who holds you in place. His scent is only the smallest bit calming, only leaving you steady enough to not collapse to the floor.

“They knew,” You whined out.

“They kept us apart on purpose..,” Bucky whispers.

Hydra had known. Hydra had known you would both recognize each other if you came into contact and it would have ruined their perfectly crafted system.

Niether of them stop you when you grab another file, quickly throwing it open and reading it out loud.

"At the reappearance of Steve Rogers, Omega 01 is to be prepped for intense conditioning and forced bond manipulation with Alpha Agent Rumlow..," Your stomach dropped, "Omega 01's scent bond with Captain America makes her the perfect weapon against..,"

Your voice died out before you could continue.

Grief, guilt and fury hit your system, tears filling your eyes as you clung onto Steve’s arms. He was silent but comforting, letting you sob into his uniform.

The tears stream down your face, each drop a release of years of buried emotions that have finally burst through the dam. Your chest heaves with the unfamiliar sensation, a shock to your system after such a long time of keeping everything locked away. Bucky and Steve move swiftly, gathering up the scattered files with a sense of urgency, and you make your way back to the jet, feeling raw and exposed.

Steve guides you to a seat, gently helping you curl up as he fastens the seatbelt around you. He drapes one of the jet’s soft, gray blankets over your trembling form, tucking it around your shoulders with care. You sit there silently, your eyes glazed and distant, and he notices the fading trace of your usual vanilla scent, almost as if the essence of you is slipping away. Your silence is unsettling, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy you usually exude, and Steve watches with concern as you seem to retreat into yourself, the emotional toll evident in your hollow gaze.

The curse of remembering is a heavy one.

When you all arrive back at the compound, you’re a bit more yourself. The flight let you process some of the emotions and realizations you had come to, but you can smell the unease between Bucky and Steve.

Something brewed while you were out of it.

There was a bit of tension as you three stepped off the quinjet. Your mind was racing with the little you had read while at the hydra base, while Steve held an air of authority around him.

Bucky was just annoyed.

“You two are never pulling this again,” Steve announced.

“Really?” You huffed, looking at him, “Not exactly the first time we’ve stormed a hydra base without telling anyone,”

Steve gives you a pointed look that only makes you roll your eyes. Maybe, back in the day, you’d have shifted under such a look. But after the past one hundred years?

Not likely.

“Give her a break,” Bucky talks, making the stare end, “She deserves to know what happened,”

“Why are you enabling her?” Steve argues.

“She’s not weak, Steve, she never has been,” Bucky argues back.

Steve stands his ground, “You took her to a hydra base! She completely shut down!”

“Well, isn’t it a good thing you came then?”

You’re used to this, although you haven’t been in one of these situations in one hundred years. Even when Steve had been that sickly, scrawy kid in New York, it never stopped his alpha instincts from clashing with Bucky’s.

You expect nothing less now.

“I’m not saying she can’t handle herself, Buck,” Steve insists, though his voice strains like he’s convincing himself more than you. “I just want you both to be safe.”

“We got out, didn’t we?” Bucky shrugs, unfazed.

You speak up, but it gets ignored, “Can you two stop having a knot fight for two moments?”

“Not the point,” Steve counters, his tone getting deeper as his words come out in a demand, “Never do that again,”

The sound that erupts from Bucky's throat is raw and untamed, echoing through the hangar with an intensity that commands immediate silence. It's a primal, feral snarl, resonating with the authoritative power of an alpha. The deep, guttural sound vibrates through his chest, spilling into the air with an undeniable demand, shaking the very atmosphere as it asserts its dominance.

You had only heard Bucky snarl like that two times in your life, both times during the war. It doesn’t shake you, because plenty of alphas in your captivity had used their snarl on you. Steve is taken aback just a smidge, but he still stands strong.

It’s a sob that breaks the tension between the three of you.

Bucky snaps to attention, like someone just stabbed him in the chest.

“Shit,”

There’s a woman standing at the door of the hanger, blonde hair with loose curls and a light yellow sundress on her body. She’s tiny, all soft curves and gentle features, her bright green eyes glassy as she’s frozen in place.

Bucky’s rushing towards her before you can process it, apologies spilling from his lips.

“Whose that?” You ask, looking up at Steve.

“Lottie,” Steve sighs, “Bucky’s mate,”

“That’s Lottie?”

Your heart twists as you watch them, Bucky wrapping his arms around her small frame, murmuring into her hair. He holds her like she’s the last pure thing in a tainted world, and you can’t help but feel the sting of it. You’re surprised at how much it bothers you; after all, you’ve missed so much in the world and now, seeing such a gentle relationship between an alpha and omega? It makes you envious of something you might never have with Steve.

Steve’s voice breaks through your thoughts. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

You glance at him, catching the earnestness in his eyes. He’s always been like this: stubborn as hell but with a heart too big for his own good.

“Don’t,” you say softly, shaking your head. “You know I would’ve dragged Buck there with or without your blessing.”

He huffs a reluctant laugh. “He’s been different since he found her.”

You chuckle, hands shoved into your jacket, “We all know the type of alpha Bucky is, he’s been waiting for her a long ass time,”

Both you and Steve glance over to where Bucky is now leading Lottie out of the hanger, his flesh arm protectively encased around his mate’s little body.

“Thanks for your help, Buck!” You called out in a teasing manner.

All you get in response from Bucky is a metal, middle finger.

—-

You don’t see Bucky after that, Steve mentions something along the lines of him taking a brief leave for Lottie’s sake. You don’t mind, after all, your mind is occupied going through the hydra files.

Most of them had been uploaded to the system, Steve had collected a USB that had downloaded all of the computer data from the base. You hadn’t touched that yet, technology still a bit too new for you to approach.

It’s another late night, fueled by luke warm coffees as you sit in your room, going through the files.

Omega 01:

Results: Serum successfully bonded with subjects physiology, enhancing strength, agility and endurance. Notably, subject displays rapid cellular regeneration - a trait not present in other super solider subject,

Conclusion: Subject is viable.

You dropped that file and opened the next one.

Test 01: Strength Capacity

Procedure: Subject instructed to lift progressively heavier weights

Results: Lifted 850 lbs before muscle fatigue.

Notes: Further training may increase output. Subject resisted participation - required sedation for compliance.

Test 2: Reflex and Speed

Procedure: Subject placed in a controlled combat simulation against six trained Hydra operatives.

Results:

Subject incapacitated all operatives in under 47 seconds.

Reflex response increased by 340% compared to baseline.

Subject demonstrates hyper-awareness in combat.

Notes: Subject refused to kill. Further conditioning recommended.

Test 03: Healing Factor Examination

Procedure: Subject exposed to controlled injuries to assess regeneration speed.

Results:

Lacerations (3-inch, deep cut): Healed within 40 seconds.

Fractured radius (left arm): Healed within 4 minutes, 12 seconds.

Bullet wound (non-lethal, shoulder): Healed within 9 minutes, 38 seconds.

Organ damage (induced via controlled blunt force trauma): Partial regeneration observed in under 20 minutes.

Notes: Healing surpasses previous subjects. Subject regains consciousness quickly after trauma. Further tests required to determine limits.

You slap the file shut and place your head in your hands. You remember the tests, most of them. It was no doubt a trauma defense, the ones that you had forgotten.

When you open the file again, your guts twist and your scent turns burnt.

Test 07: Omega Bond Manipulation.

Instead of reading, you close the file.

A knock on your door makes you jump, before you call for the person to come in. You already know who it is, Steve’s scent cutting into the air like it always does.

He enters, hesitating at the threshold when he sees the scattered files and the look on your face. For a moment, neither of you speak. He takes a step forward, brow creased with concern.

“You shouldn’t be doing this alone,” he says gently, settling into the chair next to you.

“I need to know what they did,” you admit, shoving the papers into a neat stack as if organizing them would somehow organize your thoughts.

Steve’s hand covers yours, steady and warm. “We can go through it together.”

You could argue with him, tell him you don’t need help. But the truth is—maybe you do. Maybe just not in the way he thinks. Your eyes also settle on where his hand is on yours, at first you think to pull it away but then you settle, letting yourself and him have this small bit of comfort.

“Found anything?” he asks, picking up one of the reports.

“Some,” you say, trying to sound unaffected. “Most of it I remember.”

There’s a pause as Steve skims a few lines, his expression shifting from curiosity to anger. You watch him read for a moment before he quickly puts the file down.

“You don’t have to read these,” You confess, “I actually feel like you shouldn’t,”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s going to hurt,”

Silence fills the space as Steve stares at the files while you look up at him. The determination on his face hasn’t change a bit but you can see how the years have affected him.

He’s rougher now.

“I can handle it,” He reassures you.

“No,” You grab a file before he can touch it, “No.., just ask and I’ll tell you,”

“Dove-”

“I can handle it, Steve,” Your eyes drop to the little wooden table, trying to ignore his pet name for you.

Steve is silent before he asks the first question, “Are you like me?”

“Yes,” You utter out, “Stronger, faster but I heal quicker than you, I can also heal other people,”

His brows shift in confusion, the scent in the air stirring with confusion and curiosity. Of course, you tell him.

“It was the serum they gave us,” You speak slowly, “I don’t know how they did it but the serum they gave us reacted with the omegas systems, it’s like it was a side affect, all the omegas came out with something different if they survived, mine is an advanced healing factor that I can project onto others,”

“How advance are we talking?” He inquires.

“I can take a bullet to the skull and recover in four hours,”

Steve’s face twists in discomfort to the point that you can feel it. Something about being close to him again has you feeling every bit of him, physically and mentally. Or, maybe it’s the serum that’s enhanced both your alpha and omega instincts.

“That’s why they held onto you,” Steve whispers, covering his eyes with his hand “Jesus Christ, if they had conditioned you like they did with Bucky-”

“They couldn’t,”

He looks up from his hand, eyebrows raised. You picked up one of the files, slowly opening it before reading.

“Neural Conditioning, subject exposed to electroshock therapy alongside subliminal messaging to induce compliance. Regenerative properties counter neural conditioning, healing the brain before conditioning can be complete. Full mind-wipe unlikely to be effective,”

Steve’s jaw is tight, his scent thicker now as he takes in your words. You slowly close the file and place it down on the table, his alpha pheromones filling the room as you do so.

You do the only thing you can think of, gently placing your hand on his knee.

“I’m still me, Steve,” you reassure him. “I remember everything.”

He places his hand over yours. There’s something in his eyes—a mixture of hope and fear—that makes your chest tighten.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought… you died after the war,”

“I thought you were dead too,” you finish for him, the words bitter and heavy.

“I would have never stopped looking for you if I’d known,” he insists, leaning closer. His scent is overwhelming now, wrapping around you like a promise.

You want to tell him everything—how each escape attempt was fueled by the thought of him, how every day you held onto the idea that he was out there somewhere. But instead, you take a steadying breath and withdraw your hand, breaking the contact before it can overwhelm you both.

“Looks like we’ve got a lot to catch up on.” He tries for a smile, but it’s strained.

—

You find the sparring room one day, when you had managed to pull yourself away from the hydra files and give your mind some space to breath. The room is lined with soft, blue mats that cover the entire floor, creating a cushioned area for training. Along the walls, an impressive array of sparring weapons is displayed, each one meticulously arranged, from wooden staffs to gleaming swords. Surprisingly, it doesn’t smell as bad as you expected.

Steve is there, along with a man you’ve come to know as Sam Wilson. As you watch from the side lines, you can see how Steve is holding back, pulling his punches to not harm Sam.

When the two men come to a halt, panting and wiping the sweat off their faces, you swallow thickly. Your senses are so in tune with Steve’s scent, it’s the only thing you can smell. It’s all fresh apple pie mixed with fireworks and fresh cotton, that’s so strong you almost lean into it.

But years of fighting alpha scents snaps into place and you stay put.

“So, you’re the lady wonder we’ve all heard so much about,” Sam’s teasing voice cuts through the air and snaps you out of your gaze on Steve.

“Not much of a lady wonder,” You shrug, “Just a person,”

“I’ve read about you,” Sam chuckles, “So, you got any hidden talents like stars and stripes over here?”

You shrug, standing up and stepping onto the mat. Steve looks worried but he knows, he knows the type of person you are. Even before Hydra, you weren’t someone who backed down when challenged.

“Omegas weren’t taught self defense during the war because we were expected to be kept in the camps and tending to the men,” You explain as you roll up your sleeves, “I didn’t stay in the camps so Steve taught me how to fight back then,”

Sam nods, impressed, “You broke a lot of stereotypes back then,”

Your eyes float over to Steve, “Are you going to stop holding back?”

Steve purses his lips as he steps back onto the mat. He stands tall, chuckling to himself for a moment and you fell the flare of unease in his scent.

“I’m holding back,” Steve confesses, “Because I’m not a man who hurts his mate,”

Your eyebrow raises, “Not even if she hurts you first?”

“Not even then,”

“Well,” you say, settling into a stance, “consider this a lesson in equality.”

It’s the last thing you say before you lunge. Steve is quick to recover, his instincts sharp, and he meets your advance with a practiced block. But the years haven’t dulled your own abilities. You pivot gracefully, using your speed to get behind him.

Sam lets out an appreciative whistle as Steve spins to face you again.

“Nice moves,” Sam laughs. “I’ve never seen anyone make Cap sweat like that.”

You don’t have time to respond as Steve comes at you again, this time with more determination. Each punch and swing of his arm feels like he’s testing boundaries, gauging how far he can go without pushing too much. You weave through his attacks, staying just out of reach, until finally you see an opening and take it.

Steve doesn’t react in time to you punching him in the gut and you forget to hold back the full force of your fist.

Sam steps back as Steve is sent flying across the room, while you stand in slight shock. You were very strong, yes, you had figured that out during the years of captivity. But knocking Steve down? It was easier than you had thought.

Steve stayed down, flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as if deep in thought. Sam’s voice broke through the brief silence, full of awe and laughter.

“Cap, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied, still sounding stunned. “Just… catching my breath.”

You blinked and took a step back. The guilt settled in your gut, but there was a thrill too. Steve sat up slowly, pushing himself to his feet with a groan that was all pain. Like clock work, you walk towards him and kneel on the floor beside Steve.

He lifts his shirt, revealing a harsh bruises that’s starting to bloom over his rips and sternum. From what you can tell, you broke his rips.

“Shit, man, you need to go to Tanya,” Sam says.

It’s instinct or muscle memory, you’re not sure which one, but you put your hand on the injury. The familiar warmth floats over your body, first in your chest and then down your arm. The bruise is fading away, Steve’s rips setting back into place and then nothing.

It’s as if the injury never happened.

Steve’s hand falls to his torso, smoothing over the skin to take in the fact that you had really healed him. You had told him, he knew that but it was strange seeing it in person. You watch him process it, the way his breath catches slightly. There’s admiration in his eyes now, a fierce pride that mingles with the instinctual warmth of an alpha being proud of his omega.

“Well,” Sam’s voice makes you look up at the other hero, “That’s.. something,”

“I can’t bring someone back from the dead,” You confess, “But I can do some small miracles,”

“What the hell did they give you?” Sam asks.

“I have no idea,” You look down at the floor, “Some version of the serum, I wasn’t the only one who showed signs of enhanced abilities,”

Steve’s head snaps up as you both stand, “There were others?”

“Twenty Seven,” You nod, “They didn’t survive,”

Steve and Sam share a look, the alpha and beta instincts of understanding passing through them. You cough awkwardly, a sharp pain in your side that you ignore. It wouldn’t be a good idea to tell them about the certain fall backs of your abilities.

It wasn’t worth it. You’d heal anyway.

“Anyway,” You clap your hands, “I’m going to go back to my room,”

As you turn and begin to walk back to the door, Steve calls.

“Be ready by five!”

You glance a look over at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“Asking me on a date, Rogers?”

“Bucky invited us over for dinner,”

—

You hadn’t really been to many places since being pulled from the hydra base. You stayed at the Avenger’s compound or occasionally took walks along the lake, but that was about it. When Steve had mentioned that Bucky lived in his own home, you hadn’t been sure what to expect.

Bucky and his mate lived in a large house tucked away in the woods, somewhere peaceful and quiet. The house, a large, warm-looking structure made of stone and wood, blending naturally with its surroundings. It was inviting, but also secluded.

As you step out of the car, you couldn’t help but feel the mixture of curiosity and hesitation. Bucky hadn’t really been open about Lottie, other than that brief conversation in the quinjet and the glance you got of her in the hanger.

Steve steps next to you, his apple pie scent calming your nerves slightly.

“Don’t worry, your going to love Lottie,” Steve speaks calmly, like he knows your worried about being accepted by someone so close to Bucky.

“What if she hates me?” You ask.

“I don’t think Lottie is capable of even feeling hate,” Steve chuckles.

You both approach the front door, only for it to be swung open right as you step onto the porch. It’s decorated with hanging plants and even a swing, which is covered in soft pillows and a plush looking throw blanket. Bucky is standing at the door, a comfortable smile on his lips as he greets you both inside.

The first thing you notice is the warmth. It’s not a temperature but an atmosphere thing, like you’ve stepped into another plane of existence that’s simply peaceful. Cozy. The house is decorated with a mix of modern comforts and rustic charm. There’s music playing from somewhere in the house, which you instantly recognize as Ella Fitzgerald, singing ‘I can’t give you anything but love’.

“Lottie!” Bucky calls but it’s not demanding, it’s respectful and loving.

A soft voice responds from the kitchen, “I’m coming!”

You don’t know what to think when Lottie appears in the doorway, a small smile on her face. She’s tiny compared to the three of you, barely up to Bucky’s chest. But she’s all soft curves in the cozy red henley that’s definitely too big for her, paired with loose fitting jeans.

But her entire aura is soft and genuine and she smells like plums and freshly baked bread.

“Hello,” Her voice is also soft as Bucky tucks her close to his side, “I’m Lottie,”

Your name falls from your lips and she smiles, beams happily. Bucky is staring down at her like she hung the damn stars in the sky.

“Oh!” She turns from Bucky’s grip and rushes back towards the kitchen before coming back, something wrapped up in some brown paper.

She passes it to you, making you hesitantly take it from her hands. Omegas used to give gifts to each other, something you’ve noticed isn’t done as much these days. It was a way to form bonds with others.

The scent of the package hits you first and you soften.

“Pumpkin bread?” You whisper.

“Bucky said it was your favourite,” Lottie smiles warmly.

A sense of gratitude and familiarity sink into your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something so sweet for you. Pumpkin bread had been something your mother made before she died, you always bought it from the bakery down the street. Steve and Bucky used to tease you for it, but it always made you feel at home.

“T-thank you..,”

Steve’s hand rests on your shoulders and for once, you don’t shy away from him. Because the moment feels right, surrounded by them with Steve standing proudly behind you.

“You’re welcome.” Lottie’s voice is sincere, and she radiates a warmth that puts you at ease.

“Come on,” Bucky says, pulling Lottie back beside him. “I’ll give you the tour.”

They lead you through the house, Steve’s familiar presence at your side. The rooms are filled with the kind of love you didn’t think was possible, each one thoughtfully adorned with memories and personal touches. The only room you don’t go near is the nesting room, which is understandable. It’s a sacred place, only for the omega and alpha it belongs to.

There are pictures lining the walls, some old and faded, of Bucky and Steve from what must be decades ago, others more recent, capturing Bucky and Lottie in moments of pure, unguarded joy.

Lottie points to a picture with a soft laugh. “This was when James got his hair caught in the door.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but smiles affectionately. “You don’t need to tell them everything.”

The whole place is like a cocoon of happiness. You can imagine them here, living a life that’s simple.

When you all sit down for dinner, you can tell it’s made with love. The table is long and wooden, covered in mismatched plates and cups that makes it feel lived in. Candles flicker at its center, completing the cozy picture.

You have to give prompts to Lottie, making enough that completely feeds three super soldiers and herself.

After the meal is finished, the four of you sit at the cleared table while Steve and Bucky pour whiskey for themselves and you. Lottie scrunches her nose at the alcohol while Bucky chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t like it until it was the only thing we could get in the war,” You confess.

“Alcohol isn’t my thing,” Lottie nods softly.

“Omegas weren’t even allowed to drink alcohol before the war,” Steve points out, “Didn’t stop you,”

“I wasn’t allowed to do a lot of things but I still did them,” You shoot back, “Remember how pissed off the general got when you wanted me in the howling commandos?”

Bucky laughs at the memory, shaking his head. “The guy almost popped a blood vessel.”

“And then I saved his life,” You shrug, a sly grin pulling at your lips.

“Sounds like you,” Lottie’s voice is amused, and her smile is something like admiration.

The conversation flows easily between you all. You’d forgotten what it was like to have this, friendly banter and the feeling of family. Steve leans back in his chair, looking more relaxed than you’ve seen him in ages, while Bucky and Lottie sit close enough that they’re almost one person.

For the first time since getting to the compound, you feel like you might actually be able to make a home somewhere.

Lottie brings out a tin of cookies she insists are only for dessert emergencies. You consider the evening one of those emergencies and eat more than your fair share.

Eventually, it’s time to go and when you settle back into the car with Steve driving, a sinking feeling sets in your body.

Could you have what Bucky and Lottie have, with Steve?

As if sensing your doubt, Steve speaks up.

“You smell sad,” He points out, “What’s going on?”

“They’re so..happy,” You mumbled out.

He’s silent for a moment, “You know.., we could have that,”

But that’s the thing. Maybe you would have wanted that life with Steve, back when you were young and not traumatized by the world. Once upon a time, it would have been your dream, to be bonded to Steve while making a home together. But it’s not possible anymore.

“I don’t think we can, Steve,” You whisper.

“Why are you fighting this?” Steve asks in a demand and you fight back the urge to hiss at him.

“Why?” You ask, “Maybe because I turned into some freak by an organisation that wanted to use me as a weapon! Maybe because the alpha I loved, even before all this, was going to bond to another omega! While ignoring me!”

Steve shakes his head as he drives, “I would have realized eventually,”

“When?” You turn and glare at him, “After the war? Or ten years later after you’ve got a family? Or maybe when I finally left for London?”

“London?!”

You fall silent, lips pursing. You hadn’t meant to confess it, what your plan was going to be after the war ended. But it hurt, seeing how Steve had clung onto Peggy, hearing him talk about how he was going to ask to be her mate when they’d ended the war. With the strength you had left, you had accepted an offer to go to London, after the war and train nurses.

“You were going to London?” Steve asks, like it’s an accusation, pain in his voice, “And not tell me?”

“It was none of your business,” You argue back.

“Who knew you were going?” He demands.

“..Bucky,”

The faint crackle of the fire is all you can focus on, sitting on the rough floor of the woods. Its glow flickered off the canvas tents, dancing in the night.

Bucky sat across from you, wrapped up in a black and his face gaunt. War had done things to the both of you, it was a hellhole at the best of times but you made it through.

As a medic, you watched over the men. You made sure they were fine, physically and mentally. But that night, you were losing your grip while Bucky was the one watching you.

“You gonna tell me what’s got you looking like someone kicked your damn puppy?” Bucky’s voice was rough but laced with concern.

You stifled a laugh, “Not everything’s about me, Buck,”

“You saying that means it definitely is,”

Bucky could read you so damn well, sometimes it was unsettling. You hesitated, stared at the fire but the coldness in your chest didn’t defrost.

Finally, you spoke.

“I’m going to move to London,”

Bucky blinked, “The hell you are,”

You gave him a pointed look, “I mean it,”

“What? When the war is over?” He asked, brows furrowed.

You nodded slowly, exhaled before explaining yourself, “They offered me a position, training nurses,”

There was a beat of silence.

“I can’t stay here,”

“This about Steve?” He asked lowly, like it was a curse.

You stiffened but didn’t answer. Bucky already knew, he had seen how you trailed after Steve while he was on his ambitious path, being the perfect man of America.

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair, “You don’t have to do this,”

“Yes, I do,”

Your voice remained steady but your hands had curled into fists in your lap.

“I’ve spent my whole life following him,” You murmured, “Waiting for him to see me. And now, I watch him look at her and I just..I can’t do it, Bucky,”

You could tell Bucky was torn, between supporting you or defending his other best friend.

The smile you forced onto your face didn’t reach your eyes, “She makes him happy. and I want him to be happy,”

“What about you?” Bucky studied you as he spoke, the firelight casting sharp shadows over his face.

“I’ll be fine,” You bit the inside of your cheek.

“That doesn’t mean you should have to leave your whole damn life behind!”

“I can’t stay here and watch him choose someone else. I just can’t,”

Bucky stared at you for the longest moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then he exhaled, standing and walking across the camp fire to tuck the blanket around your shoulders.

“Alright, if that’s what you gotta do,”

The rest of the car ride home was tense silence.

—

A week passed.

You do your best to avoid Steve and he gives you space. It’s not what you want, but it’s what you need.

You think about what Bucky said during that long-ago conversation, about leaving your whole life behind. It’s funny how it happened anyway. Everything you knew was burnt to ash with Steve when he disappeared into the ice.

When he sees you now, sometimes he looks like he’s still sinking. You won’t let him drag you under too.

But it’s when your in the kitchen one morning, making yourself a cup of coffee, that everything goes to hell.

It starts subtly, a dull ache in your abdomen and your body starts to heat. You’d spent some time in the sparring room so you write it off as muscles aches at first, but when you step around the counter and go to walk towards the table, the fever hits.

Like a tidal wave, the fever encompasses your whole body and you fall to the floor. The coffee cup smashes on the ground as you cry out, your body going stiff as the full affect of your heat suddenly hits you.

You hadn’t had one in years, you couldn’t even remember that last time your body had naturally gone into heat.

Before, they always forced it with drugs and pheromones.

You cry out for help.

Your voice is already cracking and it’s Steve who rushes into the kitchen, worry etched onto his face as his eyes fall on you.

“Fuck,” He mutters under his breath before rushing to your side and crouching down next to you, “It’s okay, I’m here,”

“No, no, no,” You protest weakly when he reaches for you.

His scent hits you, apple pie that’s so strong you can taste it on your tongue. Only it doesn’t sooth you, it doesn’t do anything to help the heat. Instead you feel yourself get hotter and a wave of sickness rolls over your body.

“Hey,” Steve’s hands come in contact with your arms and that’s when everything turns white.

Your body locks up and you start seizing, Steve in utter shock as he watches your body tremble on the floor. He doesn’t know how to help, hands flinching back as your scent is sour, burnt and putrid in the air.

Multiple medics rush forward and he’s forced backwards, panic flooding his system.

“She’s my omega-!”

“Get away from her, Rogers!” Tanya’s voice demands authority despite her omega status, stepping in front of him as her team of nurses and doctors rush you away.

“Tanya, she’s in heat,” He snaps.

“And your not touching her unless you want her to die, Steven,”

—

Steve approaches Tanya that afternoon, finding her looking over one of the containment cells. You lay there, tubes and wires attached to your body. But your asleep, completely out of it while Tanya is fiddling with her tablet.

He can’t smell your scent anymore as the cell was designed to block pheromones and scents from lingering in the air.

Steve has the utmost respect for the omega doctor. Tanya is Tony’s younger sister, the more level headed out of the two Starks. She spent years as a doctor, biologist and was the leading researcher of medical intervention for enhanced individuals.

If anyone can help, it’s Tanya.

“Is she going to be okay?” Steve asks first, his eyes staying locked on your body.

“She will be,” Tanya answers with a sigh, “Had to pump her with enough suppressants to kill an elephant and I still am, her healing factor makes normal doses of anything ineffective,”

Steve nods, “She’s always been stubborn,”

“I’m still trying to figure out what it is that hydra put into that serum they gave her put..,” Tanya placed her tablet down on a table, turning to Steve, “Some things don’t heal, Steve,”

He looks at Tanya, concern in his eyes, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been through a lot and she remember a lot,” Tanya pointed out.

“I know that,” Steve states, “What happened to her, Tanya?”

The omega doctor stares him dead in the eyes, “It’s a biological response, she went into heat but as soon as your alpha pheromones were presented, it triggered,”

“Triggered what?”

“A response..,” Tanya began, “That only happens when an omega has been sexually assaulted,”

Anger, no, Wrath settled in Steve’s chest.

“Repeatedly,”

That’s the word that breaks his demeanor, Steve marches away and grabs the closest thing. A table full of medical supplies gets sent into the wall, Tanya would have ripped into him in any other scenario but instead she’s silent, watching as he inhales and exhales deeply.

She knows it’s not enough to calm him. Steve remembers the first time he saw you after you were freed, how broken you’d looked. Damn it. He should have known. He should have done something.

Tanya finally speaks, softer, “Steve, she needs time.”

He looks up, a flash of desperation in his eyes. “How do I help?”

“Let her heal, don’t force the bond,” Tanya tells him, “Give her support, she needs companionship before she needs a mate,”

—

Your heat lasts six days before your body finally settles and the sedatives are wearing off. You’re barely conscious when it finally ends, bleary eyes taking in the hospital cell. You don’t notice much of the omega doctors that come in and check on you before leaving.

But in the compound, Steve is quietly waiting. He’s waiting for Tanya to give him the go ahead, saying that your fine to have an alpha around. After that discussion with the doctor, Steve knew you needed more, you needed something that wasn’t just him.

When Tanya gives him the go ahead, he stands patiently at the doctor to the cell.

You look a little bit better, still pale with IV’s attached to your arm but your sitting up, munching on a slice of pumpkin bread that no doubt, Lottie had sent you.

“Hey,” He whispers.

“Hey..,” You whisper back, voice hoarse.

“I got something for you,” Steve confesses.

You smirk, weakly, “I’m not accepting a damn wedding ring, Steve,”

He chuckles, it’s a low sound but you can hear it. For once, you aren’t assaulted by his usual scent. It’s as if he’s using scent blockers.

Steve whistles and you raise an eyebrow, before something walks up beside him. It’s a dog, standing to his knee. A big fluffy, golden retriever with a blue and white collar around it’s neck.

The dog sniffs the air before it marches up to you, sitting beside the hospital bed and waiting patiently.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the dog, now wagging his tail eagerly beside you.

“You.. got me a dog?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles, heart warmed at how you looked at the animal, “I thought he might help you, his name’s Captain,”

Even you chuckle at the name before reaching out your hand, gently patting the dogs head. It leans into your touch before jumping up, tail wagging and laying his head in your lap.

As if sensing your hesitation, Captain nuzzles your hand again with a gentle whine, clearly asking for attention.

You start to pet his ears before softly scratching the top of his head.

“Hey, there, Captian,” You whispered, slowly relaxing, “What’s your story, huh?”

Steve takes a step closer, keeping his voice low, “He’s a service dog, Dove. He’s trained to help omegas with anxiety and PTSD, he’s here to help,”

You glance up at Steve, eyes glistening slightly. There’s a vulnerability around you but Steve doesn’t push, he stays in his place.

There’s a subtle shift in the air, a crack in your carefully built walls. Steve’s kindness, his loving nature, it’s getting to you.

And he’s being patient. Understanding.

“Well, I guess.. I can give it a try,” You say, still patting the dog’s head, “Thank you, Steve,”

“We’re both here for you,” Steve slowly sits in the chair beside your bed, “How ever you need us,”

As Captain playfully tries to steal some of your pumpkin bread, you finally let out a tiny purr. It’s barely audible but it’s there, deep in your chest and coming to life, a part of you that had been suppressed for so long.

It was a sign that you were slowly healing and that was a small victory.

Steve watches you hug the dog, a smile on his face and eyes full of adoration. He could wait, after all, you had waited for him for a whole century.

[huffelpuff210]

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Loki

My Dove

Loki x shifter reader

Bucky Barnes

You are mine now

Series : you belong to me now

Part 2

[callalillywrites]

Pregnancy Comfort

Written for @steverogersbingo. B5 - A/B/O.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Steve Rogers Bingo | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader (female)

Word Count: ~1100

Summary: Steve comes home to find you indulging in some ice cream and ends up comforting you when your pregnancy hormones try to get the best of you.

Warnings: so much fluff; pregnancy; pregnant omega; sweet, sweet Alpha Steve

A/N: This is my second square filled for Steve Rogers Bingo. I've been looking forward to coming back to Alpha!Steve. He's the one that dictated this little piece as I had something else in mind entirely, but I think it worked out beautifully.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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"'Mega, is there a reason you're on the floor?" Steve asked as he stepped into your shared kitchen.

His gaze swept over you in your curled up form on top of what looked like one of the plush blankets from the living room. Your knees bent up and as close to your middle as your swollen belly would allow. In your hands, he spied a half-eaten carton of ice cream, the spoon halfway with another oversized melting bite's worth. Your wide eyes at being caught tugged a smile across his lips.

The bags in his hands found a new, temporary home on the counter across from you. His mind already zeroing in on your guilty expression even as your mouth closed around the spoonful. The food within the bags could wait another minute or two. Their warmth and continued steam promised this as he moved to a crouch in front of you.

"Hey there," he murmured softly.

Your eyes widened more, almost comically while you swallowed the dessert you'd been indulging in. When you could finally manage to speak, you could only squeak out, "Dinner. I forgot about our dinner plans, didn't I?"

Tears welled though you did your best to blink them back.

Used to these minor mood swings, Steve shook his head. The smile that been tugging at his lips came out in the softest form he only showed to you, his omega. "You didn't forget anything, my sweet 'mega."

"I really didn't mean to forget," you continued, not realizing he'd spoken. "I saw you were out of that juice you liked, so I went to the store. While I was there, I saw this brand on sale. We haven't tried it before, and it was cheaper than that one we liked. So I bought some, and then I couldn't stop. Lil' one wanted something sweet, and this is so sweet. You want to try some? You should. It's really good."

You scooped up a healthy dollop on your spoon and held it out to him.

Having learned a while back that denying you would only result in more tears, he leaned forward until you could feed him yourself. The cool vanilla had a thicker, creamier texture for sure. You hadn't lied about it being really good. It would most likely end up on your list from now on instead of the more expensive brand you two had been buying up until then.

"So?"

"It's really good, sweetheart."

You beamed. "Right? I knew you would. It'll go great with other desserts, too. Pies and cakes, you know?"

"It would," he said softly, sensing you wouldn't hear him as you lost yourself in your thoughts. He merely remained crouched in front of you, happy to listen to you ramble a bit.

Your eyes bounced between him and the carton of ice cream in your hands as you continued to chat about anything and everything. It wasn't until you took another bite that your eyes dropped to the carton and stayed there. Your mood shifted again. Your scent soured.

Steve leaned closer, his hands reaching towards your knees. "'Mega, what is it, sweetheart?"

"I didn't save you half," you whispered, your voice thick with tears, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eat so much. It's so good, but I really didn't mean to eat so much."

Changing course, he tugged at the corners of your blanket seat until he made the space he needed. His knees popped from standing back up, but he paid them little mind with your current state. In a few efficient movements, he slid behind you and pulled you into his arms, a purr rumbling out of him.

"No, not your purr," you groused, no real force behind your voice. Instead, you nestled deeper into the comfort he offered, letting his purr soothe you even as you continued, "I don't deserve it after being so mean to you, Alpha."

Steve grinned against your neck, his teeth nipping at his old teeth marks. "You're never mean to me, 'mega."

"I ate most of your ice cream," you said, the pout clear in your voice, adding before he could counter, "and I made you shave your beard. I miss your beard."

"Yeah?" He rubbed his clean-shaven cheek against you. "I can always grow it back after the little one's born."

"It'll be winter soon. What if your face gets cold?"

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, you and I both know that I have plenty of ways to keep my face warm."

To prove his point, he allowed his hand to smooth over your belly and downward until they reached between your knees, settling between your thighs. He gave you a gentle squeeze and left his hand there while the other moved to your belly and rubbed soothing circles over it.

You melted into his chest at the mixture of comfort and teasing in his words. The pleased hum and soft chirp confirmed that you'd heard him. Your scent shifted again into something pleasant and possibly a little more receptive to his gentler lovemaking since you'd grown so huge.

"And I'm not worried about a little ice cream. Your comfort is more important to me. If little one wants something sweet, I'll get you all the sweets."

Before you could think to protest, he moved his hand from your belly to your chin, tilting your face to his. He pressed a deep but chaste kiss to your lips so as to silence the protest you might've launched. The kiss only ended when he could feel you go pliant against him once more.

Well, that and he wanted to press another smaller one before he said, "Now, sweetheart, I got us a lot of food to share. Why don't we take this to our nest where we can veg out until we're both stuffed? You're going to need some energy for what I have planned for you later."

You perked up at that. A sparkle of mischief entered your eyes. "What do you have planned, Alpha?"

"You'll have to wait and see, 'mega."

Unable to help himself, he pressed another quick kiss, this one full of sinful promise, on your lips.

Scooting you forward, Steve pushed to his feet and quickly swept you up, blanket and all into his arms. He paused long enough for you to grab the bags before he strode toward your shared bedroom where your main nest awaited the night he'd planned.

[holylulusworld]

Second-Hand

Summary: He only wants you.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega (fem) Reader

Warnings: mentions of rejection, scenting, a/b/o, mentions of feral alpha, fluff

Written for @caplanbuckybarnes Weekly Writing Challenge #4.

I chose the prompt: "The scar on my neck? My Mate broke our bond and left me."

The alarm is so loud you can barely think. Red lights indicate that something terrible must’ve happened at the Avengers Tower.

“Y/N,” Bruce storms inside the laboratory, searching for you. “I need to get you out of here. It’s the Captain. He’s out of control.”

“Captain America is out of control?” You worriedly look at Bruce. “What happened? What do we do now?”

Bruce grabs your hand to guide you out of the laboratory. “We’ve got not much time left. His alpha took over and you are the only unmated omega in this building. The others try to keep him under control until I got you somewhere safe.”

“What did he do?” 

“He trashed his room and almost attacked Tony,” Bruce grabs your hand again to guide you toward the nearby elevator. “He’s growling like a beast. I fear he’s gone feral.”

“Feral,” you whisper. “If he goes feral, he’s lost forever. We need to help him. I need to help him. The world needs him. The Avengers need him.”

“Y/N, we can think of something after I brought you somewhere safe. We can’t waste more time.” Your boss tries to guide you toward the elevator, but you shake his hand off. “Y/N?”

“I can help him,” you say, and step away from Bruce. “I know you mean well, but people, especially alphas calm in my presence. I think it has something to do with my scent.”

“This is insane,” Bruce calls after you. It’s too late. You dash along the hallways, following Steve’s scent. It’s distinctive. No other scent ever lured you in or made your toes curl. 

“Where are you going?” Your boss is chasing after you now, desperate to stop you from making a grave mistake. “He’s going to hurt you! Y/N, please stop. Don’t do this.”

You’re unstoppable. Bruce may be the Hulk, but your instinct makes you run faster, and faster. You don’t know what you’re going to do when you find Steve, but you must help him.

“Y/N?” Tony asks when you push him out of your way. You stop right in front of the room they locked Steve in. You purr low in your throat and sniff at the door. “You need to get out of here. He’ll tear the door down if he scents you!”

It’s too late. Steve slams his body against the door, making it creak.

“OMEGA!” He growls your presentation. “Mine!”

“What happened? What caused him to lose control so easily?” You press your ear against the door to listen to his heavy breathing. “Mr. Stark. What happened?”

“He came back from a mission, pumped up with adrenaline. We couldn’t save them all,” Tony whispers to not rile Steve up even more. “We tried to calm down, but Steve was out of it. He blamed himself for losing two of the hostages - and then he scented you.”

“Me?” You don’t understand why your scent drove Steve up the wall. He never acted differently around you. 

Most of the time he gave you a short hello, and a genuine smile. You never talked for long. Only the usual interaction with someone working at the same place. He’s not one of your colleagues, and you are not one of the Avengers. It’s that simple.

“I’ll go inside and try to help him,” you move your hand to the door handle. “Whatever you hear, don’t come inside.”

“Y/N, you don’t know what a feral alpha is going to do to you,” Bruce finally caught up with you. He places his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off.

“I know exactly what alphas are capable of,” you turn around to look at Bruce and Tony. “The scar on my neck?” You remove your scarf to show them the scar they didn’t dare to ask you about. “My mate broke our bond and left me. That’s all I got left of him.”

“A feral alpha is something else than a douche letting you down,” Tony tries to stop you, but you already unlock the door. “Y/N!”

“I told you to not interfere.” You slip inside the room and slam the door shut behind you. “Lock the door and don’t come in.”

Steve sits on the floor of the padded cell, cradling something that looks like the cardigan you’re missing. He sniffs at the fabric and purrs low in his throat. “Hi, Captain.”

He’s lost in his instinct, not even hearing your soft voice calling his name. 

You kneel on the padded ground and slowly move toward Steve.

“Steve, I need you to calm down and look at me.”

“Omega,” Steve dips his head. His eyes glow when your scent hits his sensitive nose. “Omega!”

He drops your cardigan to the ground and pounces on you. You try not to scream when he grasps you. He buries you under his body, holding your trembling form in a tight grip.

Unlike everyone expected, he’s surprisingly careful and gentle. Steve nuzzles you and sniffs at your neck. “Mine.”

“I once had an alpha calling me his mate. He was possessive and passionate until he found someone better. His true mate.”

“Mine,” Steve kisses the scar on your neck, focused on taking the pain of your broken bond away. “Omega.”

“If you want me, I must tell you that I was claimed before. He left me,” you close your eyes, and enjoy feeling Steve’s warmth surround you. “I’m secondhand.”

He nuzzles your scar. “I don’t care. You’re mine. I’m your alpha.”

“You’re my alpha.” 

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[jimblejamblewritings]

unconventional bonds | 2

Summary: Everyone finds it hard to believe that Captain America is an omega. Unlike others in society, he has never had to worry about respect. But he struggles to behave that way omegas are supposed. While Steve has everyone's respect he finds it hard to keep a mate until a new alpha joins the team.

Warnings for the Series: 18+ only. Smut. Mentions/talks of parental abuse.

Pairing: Omega!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Reader, Steve Rogers x Black!Reader (not really obvious in part 1 but I always have black readers in mind), Steve Rogers x fem!reader (does this mean femme or female because I've seen conflicting info but want to start tagging so male readers that want male reader fics don't feel bamboozled because reader comes in only halfway into this part?)

Word Count: 2.5k

Previous Part | Series Masterlist

Morning brought Steve intense peace. His heat hadn’t been fully satisfied this way in a long time. He turned over, slightly surprised to see that you were already sitting up and reading a book off of his shelf. You pushed the plate of breakfast closer to him. 

“Hungry?” 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, sitting up with great care to not jostle the plate. “Um, do you do this with all your omegas?” 

“If they want it.” You set down the book. “Go ahead. I know you want to talk so… just, spit it out, I guess.” 

“You don’t smell like an alpha. There’s a history of suppressant use. It’s a liability to this team no matter how promising your training has been. I know you were hired as Tony’s techwoman but we train all our agents the same for a reason. There’s no guarantee that you will not be in the field or have to fight. This poses a threat to everyone’s safety.” 

You appreciated Steve for putting it bluntly. 

“My parents forced me on them. I’ve always been a pretty weak alpha and our family comes from a long line of alphas and betas. It’s pretty traditional if you can imagine.” 

Steve nodded. He was sure your family probably had the same notions of dynamics as he grew up hearing all day in the 40s. You shrugged, taking a sip of coffee before offering him the mug. 

“I couldn’t deliver. Even before the suppressants, a lot of people think I’m an omega. My family couldn’t stand it.” 

“So your parents harmed you?” 

“It’s complicated,” you said with a sigh. “They wanted to break my dynamic and leave me at some orphanage as a broken omega. My grandparents convinced them to just drug me up and have me present to the world as a beta. As best as I could, anyway. I know it’s still abuse but… they saved my life in a sense.” 

Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times, unsure of what to say. 

“I swear, though, I’ve been clean since Director Fury first spoke to me. I’ve never even liked the taste of the suppressants. This is just me.” 

“Can I?” 

You nodded, leaning in so Steve could take a sniff. When you were younger and felt comfortable enough with certain friends, you always let them know your secret. It used to make you feel like a freak show to be smelled as if something was wrong with your scent. Nowadays, it wasn’t a bother. If anything, it was a quick and easy answer to the thousands of questions people had. Steve was very enamored by the scent.

Now that he knew what he was looking for, he could smell all the intricate notes of your scent. Citrus, sugar cane, and a hint of roasted chestnuts that would have proven you an alpha if the notes of chestnuts were a lot stronger. 

Steve didn’t want a partner. Not only did he not have much time to dedicate to them — something he’s gotten numerous complaints about — but his luck with all dynamics simply wasn’t good. But he did want a dedicated heat partner and you already seemed more than adequate enough. It didn’t matter that you were more omega or maybe more beta than alpha.

He wasn’t going to risk anything by asking too much of you but he had to proposition you. Steve’s words were careful. He was still very much aware that he was the team captain, not wanting you to feel forced or pressured to accept. 

You chuckled at his formality. “So serious. Do you want a contract, Captain?” 

“It might make me feel better, yes.” 

That made you blink. He was actually serious. Part of you thought it was sweet how he wanted to make sure strict boundaries wouldn’t be crossed. The other part was tempted to make fun of him for turning sex into an Avengers mission. 

“Alright, we should probably get properly dressed before doing anything. And maybe I should meet the rest of my new team.” 

Carefully, you snuck out of his room and quickly darted next door. You were grateful that your apartment was already furnished because you didn’t have much. It took only a few hours to unpack all of your items, get ready, and get dressed in normal clothes. Steve was already downstairs while you were unpacking, informing the rest of the Avengers about having met you yesterday. 

They were excited. You seemed nice. That was confirmed when you came downstairs, giving shy hellos and handshakes to everyone. They felt more at ease, understanding exactly what Sharon meant. Omega scent but calming beta personality. Maybe you were the mediator they needed to keep the team balanced. 

You spent most of the morning and early afternoon with the team, everyone upset that Nat, Sharon, and Wanda practically hoarded you. There was nothing you could do but laugh. You were well aware that people felt calmer in your presence. You figured — especially with being the tech girl and able to work from anywhere — that you were always going to be around people. Wanda was probably the happiest person on the team. Bruce and Vision were great but she was sick of only male omegas on the team.

All of the ladies were wonderful and her closest friends but dealing with their scents in prolonged periods was a nightmare even with Maria being around. It was even worse during rut times. But you were even more calming than Maria. While mildly annoyed, the team let Wanda be your escort and cuddle up to you during this abnormal movie night. 

“Can I ask why this is abnormal?” you wondered, passing Steve the popcorn. He was sitting super close but no one paid him any mind when Bruce was also on the couch that Tony dubbed the omega futon. 

“We don’t do movie nights on this day but a new teammate makes this a special occasion,” Yelena muttered. “Be thankful you came alone. We did movie night then bowling then laser tag then movie night again when Alexei, Bob, Ava, John and I joined.” 

You nodded slowly, remembering that Sharon did mention the Avengers had a new unit dubbed Thunderbolts. Based on how Yelena said it, you were suddenly very thankful that all you earned was movie night and a cake. You abruptly stood up halfway through the movie, apologizing to everyone for leaving after not feeling well. 

“Are you alright?” Nat asked. “Did too many bodies set off your heat?” 

“No,” you said with more air than proper sound. “This is regular but all the smells are just making it worse and I’ve only been a few months off of suppressants. Never dealt with this unt… Sorry, it’s kind of hard to be a functioning adult right now. See you tomorrow.” 

You didn’t even have the energy to correct Nat. Hiding that you were an alpha stopped being a thing when you broke away from your parents once going to college. But you never really bothered to correct people either. Sometimes it slipped out eventually, other times you left someone’s life with them still having the wrong notion of your presentation. 

Although he was patient enough to wait for the first movie to finish, Steve left shortly after the credits. A bit of relief ran through him at the sight of you sitting on the small couch in his room. You turned your head, getting to your feet. 

“Sorry about not asking if I could come in bu—” 

Steve cut you off by pressing his lips against yours and moving your hand to his slacks. He muttered between kisses that you didn’t have to ask during moments like this. You smiled as Steve finally got the hint at your subtle pushes against his chest to lead you to his bedroom without breaking the makeout session. 

For months, you and Steve snuck around, using each other to settle your respective ruts and heats. It was easier than you thought it would be for two reasons. The first was being next door neighbors eliminated any suspicion about why you were around each other. The second reason was that despite your oddities in designations, both of you were very regular in your cycles. And just like the very first time, your rut was always at the same time as Steve’s heat. Only needing to take one week off instead of two separate ones each month meant no one was thinking you two were involved. 

The team noticed the changes in Steve for the better. He was a lot less tense when his heats came around. You were obviously the reason, even Ava and Yelena stopped arguing when you sat in between them at the table. So, they let their captain spend the most time with you outside of Wanda. They preferred this side of Steve no matter how much they were annoyed that he was hogging you and that you two still weren’t done with dessert despite offering to make it for movie night. 

“Stevie, how do I put in pto? Do we even get that?” you asked, beating eggs whites in a bowl. 

“Just say you’re leaving and walk out.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Yeah. But you can’t turn your phone off. We technically never get vacations. You just get lucky that there’s no missions you have to be on during the two weeks you decided to act like the job doesn’t exist.” 

“Oh, that’s nice, I guess?” 

“You get used to it.” 

“Well, I was thinking about exploring the area. I’m not from New York, you know. Did you and Bucky want to join me?” 

“You want glorified tour guides, don’t you?” 

“Maybe.” 

“No can do unless you’re willing to change the dates. We’re going with Sam down to Louisiana for a family reunion.” 

“You three are so cute,” you cooed, making him blush and declare that the three of them certainly did not fit that definition. 

“I was going to ask if you wanted to join us? No pressure, I can always take a suppressant for the week or ride it out like I used to.” 

“Will Sam mind?” 

“Not at all. 

Tony incessantly nudged Nat and Sam in the arms until they finally looked at him. After spotting what he was pointing at, they silently alerted everyone else in the common room. You and Steve were suddenly much more interesting entertainment than whatever trashy reality tv show was on. You sat on the counter, legs dangling absentmindedly, with the large mixing bowl resting in your lap while you chatted with Steve. The team watched lovingly as the corners of Steve’s eyes crinkled when he laughed at your very loud sigh and sudden complaining. 

“Why did I let you make the lemon filling and offered to do this meringue?” you asked with a huff, glaring at the not yet stiff peaks in the mixing bowl. 

“Because you didn’t want to stand at the stove.”

You stuck the bowl straight out, offering it to the man in front of you. “Help, please.” 

“Lean over and keep this stirring,” Steve said, taking the bowl without thought and whipping up the meringue in no time. 

With a satisfied smile once he took over stirring the filling again, you sat back and watched him, content with contributing nothing more to making dessert for the team. You did take on a new task though, shoveling spoonfuls of food into Steve’s mouth before his dinner got too cold. The rest of the Avengers couldn’t stop looking. It didn’t even look like Steve noticed that his left hand had started to hold the side of your thigh for balance as he leaned over to take each bite, not moving his hand away afterwards. 

Maria took a sip of her drink. “I always thought Steve would end up with a beta but Y/N would be good for him too.” 

“Honestly, if I couldn’t smell her, she’d seem more beta than omega. Maybe that’s what he actually needed this whole time. Someone with the same designation as him but a bit more calm and not quite as needy,” Bucky said after much thought. “It’s like the best parts of an omega but without too much pressure on him to be the alpha they’ll never get.” 

He knew his friend had all but given up on finding a mate but you were good for him. Bucky, and everyone else was sure of it. So the team switched from Operation Find Steve a Mate to Operation Get Steve and You Together. They figured their chances might be better than before. Steve and you were clearly friends and the man had no problem dating all designations so being an omega couple wouldn’t bother him. They just needed to figure out more about you and if you were solely into alphas or betas, maybe helping you see that the man in front of you could have been an exception. 

Instead of offering to take over so you two could relax, the team just observed your dessert making session. It had looked like Steve wasn’t paying attention but, despite not facing you, he pulled up the frill of your right sock that had started slipping down with one hand and assembled the pie with the other. 

“We should go to the Met this weekend. There’s a Degas exhibit that’s leaving soon.” 

“I love Degas!” 

“I know,” Steve said, chest swelling with pride at your excitement. “So, do you want to go in the morning? We could have breakfast at a cafe nearby, be very touristy for the day.” 

“A cafe with pancakes?” 

“Absolutely.” 

The team nodded in satisfaction at actualizing their new plan. But one thing gnawed at them even after team night ended and you and Steve left the next morning for the museum. He had met and been with several omegas that fit romantically. His almost alpha characteristics were truly a good substitute. But it never worked out sexually with them. 

Sharon shot up like a rocket to take the laser pointer from Tony. They were all in the common room staring at an oddly well put together powerpoint despite having only formulated this plan yesterday. Sharon aimed the laser at the little drawing of a heart. 

“We need to focus on this. If we get them to fall madly in love before ever hooking up then maybe they’ll want to stick it out even if they aren’t sexually compatible.” 

Wanda nodded. “It’s a sound idea.” 

“And not too hard. Between the rejections and being too much of a gentleman, Steve would never hook up with Y/N outside of a heat until they’re firmly in a relationship. Remember how he was with Janet and Mitchell. I’m not sure about Y/N but I’ve never seen her bring anyone to the tower.” 

“She practically locks herself in her room,” Bucky offered up. “Steve brings her things but that’s it. I’m pretty sure she likes to just ride it out on her own. But if they do start to like each other, I’m sure that would change.”

“So we just need to schedule them for separate missions during their heats.” 

“Well, that’s perfect. The two of them have the same timing,” Tony said with a clap of his hands.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | knotting

pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader

warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.

word count | 859

an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!

imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 🤤 (nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick 😉)

steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head 💕

thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss 😏

the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury

the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it 😔🙏 you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back

sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"

bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"

"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax

he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length

and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers

"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise

it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes

"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"

the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given

seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"

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All Things Go 2

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

Summary: It's been a few months since Steve was pulled out of the ice and immediately had to fight aliens with the newly formed Avengers. He is doing fine with all that, all things considered. Which is why he's so upset when he's suddenly benched from missions and forced to welcome a support omega into his home. He's fine!

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), Steve actually having to deal with the PTSD and depression and anxiety he would so clearly have if he'd been through everything in the MCU, this one really focuses on the depression, patterns of disassociation, pretty troubling self-talk, use of a derogatory term for sex-workers, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, possible slow burn - we'll see. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: Oh boy. This one might officially be my angstiest story. I know the competition is stiff, but Steve is really going through it here. Please be sure to read the warnings and take care of yourselves, my friends!

Thanks to @bigtreefest for doing a gut-check on the parts I wasn't sure about and always being a great cheerleader in general.

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

The rhythmic slaps of his feet hitting the pavement were helping drown out all the noise in Steve’s head. He felt the air fill and leave his lungs as he pushed himself forward. His arms pumped at his sides, his hands curled into tight fists. He could go faster. He would. He needed to.

He wasn't sure what exactly had happened. One moment he'd been sitting across from you, the next he was on the floor. A moment later, he was on the street in front of his building, dressed in his running gear.

He’d reacted strongly to the news he was being benched for at least three months; he knew that much. It was embarrassing, losing it like that in front of a complete stranger. He was better than that. Stronger than that. He had no excuse to be that weak anymore.

He pushed his body harder, faster, needing the burn, the ache to be louder than everything else going on in his head. The scenery blurred beside him as he just focused on going further further further. Harder harder harder. He felt the never-ending cycle of pain and healing in his feet, his shins, his quads. The skin cells of his palms trying to grow back as his fingernails bit in. He hadn’t been able to decide if it was a good thing or not that nothing he did to himself ever left any marks.

He stopped short when the asphalt in front of him suddenly disappeared, wrought-iron guard rails standing in his way. Oh. He’d made it to the bay. He hadn’t realized he’d gone that far. He took a breath. Then another. He should turn around. He should go home. That’s what he should do. But he just couldn’t make himself turn around, head in the right direction. He briefly contemplated leaping into the bay, swimming to Staten Island so he could keep going, keep running. But the idea of the icy water engulfing him was too much to bear. 

“Holy shit! Is that Cap?!”

He grimaced, and the urge to take his chances in the water grew stronger. But only for a moment. Then he pasted a friendly smile on his face and turned around, waving at the onlookers. He posed for ten pictures before he felt like it wouldn’t be rude to pull away, his skin crawling the whole time, desperate to hide from the attention. He still couldn’t wrap his head around everyone having cameras in their pockets. Wanting to remember every moment like that was terrifying.

After waving goodbye to the growing crowd, there wasn’t really anything else to do but run back to the apartment. He dragged his feet as he turned around. It would be fine. He would be fine. He always was.

Not long after everything, S.H.E.I.L.D. had set him up in an apartment that occupied the entire 2nd floor of a brownstone in BedStuy. Agents lived in the units above and below him, although he wasn’t supposed to know that. He’d thought a few times about telling Fury that he might want to invest in a more subtle form of surveillance, but what would be the point? Nothing he said really mattered. To anyone.

He’d requested it when they first moved him out of HQ, a place in his beloved Brooklyn. But now, as he did his best not to look at the city as he ran past it—the skyscrapers, the neon signs, the national chains—he thought for the thousandth time how foolish that had been. The Brooklyn he loved was gone. And he would never get it back.

Too soon, he was slowing down in front of his stoop. He reminded himself to breathe. And again. And again. It would be fine. It was his home now. It was ridiculous to feel like he was scared of a place. It was just a series of rooms. It couldn’t hurt him. Not much could. Not in a way that mattered, anyway.

He pushed himself into the building, then up the single flight of stairs that brought him to his apartment. One last deep breath gave him the strength to open the door and walk into his home. Or, at least, the place where he lived.

“Oh, thank goodness!” 

Your exclamation brought his attention across his open-plan living room to where you were in his small kitchen. All of the cabinets were open, and there was a notebook lying open on the counter with a pen beside it. He quickly walked over to you. “What are you doing?”

“Huh?” you asked, looking around like you were seeing all of it for the first time. “Oh. I’m taking an inventory of your food and making a grocery list.” And then you didn’t pause long enough for him to follow up. “I know we haven’t had a chance to set up guidelines and establish boundaries, but while we’re working together, I would really appreciate it if you didn’t storm out of here without your phone. Especially when you’re in such a vulnerable state.” You took a deep breath. “I was very concerned.”

He looked at you, confused, the tension in your shoulders, the furrow in your brow. You’d changed, he noticed for the first time. You were no longer in the professional attire he’d greeted you in, but now stretchy leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that slipped off your shoulder. His gaze settled on your soft skin and the empty space at the juncture of your neck and shoulders where a bite mark would g– His gaze jumped back up to your face. “I wasn’t in a vulnerable state. I was running. For exercise.”

Your lips turned down into a thin line. You held his gaze in a way that made him both want to look away and somehow unable to. “Right,” you finally said with a sigh. “Well, in any case, I’d appreciate it if you brought your phone with you when you go out. Just in case.”

He nodded, mostly to placate you. It wasn’t that he left it on purpose. He just… never thought to bring it, hardly thought of it at all. He wasn’t used to having a phone in his home, let alone his pocket, so the idea of feeling lost without it was completely foreign to him. But everyone looked at him like he had two heads when he tried to explain that, so now he kept it to himself. It was just one of an ever-growing list of things he kept to himself.

But his nod seemed to be enough for you. You let out a sigh of relief and said, “Okay. Thank you.” 

He just nodded again. He didn’t know what else to do. 

You gave him a long, serious look. It made him want to run again. But he didn’t. “How are you feeling now?” you finally asked.

“Oh, uh.” Embarrassed. Ashamed. Anxious. On fire. Ready to bolt. “Fine,” he said. “I’m fine.” 

You hummed in consideration and tilted your head in thought. “You know,” you started, your tone too even, “I’m actually not a big fan of that word. Fine. It’s a cover-up word. I think we can do better, don’t you? While we’re working together, describe our feelings in a different way.”

He swallowed the scoff, just dying to crawl out of his throat. We. Sure. He’d been brought in front of a gaggle of therapists after he’d come out of the ice. They’d said nonsense like that, too. It was all useless. “I honestly don’t know how else to say it,” he said with a shrug.

“Can you try? Today got pretty intense, you must have some feelings about it.” 

He sighed. The only thing that made him talk was the way you were looking at him, your face shockingly free of judgment. “I feel silly,” he said quietly, “to have made such a big deal over nothing. This is just the way my life is now. There’s nothing for me to do but accept it.”

You let out another thoughtful hum. “I’m not going to argue any of those points with you for now. But. I do want to say that I will never think you’re silly for having strong feelings about what’s happened to you and the way your life’s turned out. I can promise you that.” 

He felt something move inside his chest at that. His fingers drummed against his leg. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Everyone expected him to adjust and move on. But the look on your face was so sincere, so accepting, that all he could do was nod once, and then look away while clearing his throat. He glanced around again at all the open cabinets in his kitchen. “Why are you taking inventory of my kitchen?”

For the briefest moment, you looked sheepish, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by the determination he was already coming to associate with you. “Well,” you said, “I started it to give myself something to do while you were gone, but then I discovered that you don’t have any food, Steve.”

“I have food,” he said, purposely not looking at all of the bare cabinets and shelves. “It’s all in the refrigerator.”

He was surprised when you rolled your eyes. Not because it felt judgmental, but because it was casual. Comfortable. It’d been a long time since someone felt comfortable with him. “Yeah,” you said, “I found the protein shakes in the fridge. That isn’t food, that’s–” you paused to find the right word. When you did, it was dripping with disdain, “sustenance.”

He took a step back, suddenly self-conscious. “I need a lot of calories a day. The protein shakes are just easier.”

You looked at him thoughtfully. “Okay,” you said. “Noted on the calorie intake. And–” you paused as your gaze softened, “I understand things like meals and such feeling too hard, but, Steve, you’re allowed to enjoy things, that’s what makes a good life.”

He swallowed around a lump in his throat, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t—couldn’t—tell you that he was pretty sure that ship had sailed for him. Even if that was the truth. 

After a long moment of silence, you spoke again. “Listen, I’m not going to make you get rid of the protein shakes. But I am going to put in a grocery order,” you held up your small notebook, the page filled with your neat handwriting, “just so we both have some other options. And” you added, glancing at the time on your phone, “I think we should order in for dinner. What do you think about some Thai food?”

He cleared his throat as heat flooded his face. “I, uh– I don’t really know what I think about Thai food.” He braced himself for your inevitable reaction. Oh my god, seriously?? Or how have you never had Thai food???

But you didn’t ask either of those questions. You didn’t act appalled or scandalized or even surprised. You just cocked your head to the side and asked, “Do you trust me?”

He just stood and stared at you, his mouth wide open as he tried to find any words that might answer that question, even though he had no idea what that answer would even be.

Before he got any closer to figuring that out, you gave an embarrassed laugh, shaking your head. “Oh my god, why did I ask that? Of course, you don’t yet. It’s only been, what? Three hours since I barged into your house? Sorry. Let me ask this instead: Would you be okay with me ordering a bunch of different dishes, and you can try any of them that look good and see what you like?”

Your phone was already in your hand, swiping across the screen. “Sure,” he said, even as dread filled him. This had happened countless times since he’d woken up in this century. He’d be presented with something new to him that was apparently commonplace now, and then whoever it was (usually Tony) would watch him like a hawk to see how he reacted. To make sure he had the right reaction. It was so much pressure. He hated it.

“Okay,” you said, with an easy smile. “I’ll let you know when it’s almost here.” And then you went back to working on the grocery list.

Surprised at being seemingly dismissed, Steve realized it was probably time for a post-run shower.

After unpacking what looked like an actual mountain of food, you must have caught Steve’s deer-in-the-headlights expression because you quickly offered to make him a plate. You explained each dish to him as you added it to the plate, then handed it over with much less of a to-do than he was expecting. You turned your full attention to your own food and mostly left him alone. It was a relief not to have to put on a show of trying new things. It was almost a new experience to just be able to taste the food and form his own opinions.

But he still felt uncomfortable with you in his home, just eating silently next to you. What would Sarah Rogers have to say about his hosting abilities? “So, uh,” he tried, in between bites, “you said you’ve done this for three other SHIELD agents?”

You nodded as you swallowed. “Yeah, I’ve been called into SHIELD three different times, usually after missions gone wrong. To help the agents at the center of it process what happened and reset. And give them a safe space to do so.”

Steve mulled that over for a moment. He wasn’t sure what exactly there was to process. Bad things happened. The wrong people survived. And everyone ended up alone. What was there to reset? “Do you work exclusively with agents?”

“Oh no,” you said, shaking your head. “The majority of alphas I’ve worked with have been civilians. I’ve had long-term assignments with eight alphas in total, so far. You’re my ninth. I do other short-term work in between. But the long-term assignments are my favorite.” It had to be the exhausting nature of the day he’d had that was the reason he couldn’t hide his shock at that number. You furrowed your brow at him. “What’s so surprising about that?”

“Oh,” he ducked his head, trying to school his expression. “I just– My understanding was that part of the point of all this for you, for omegas, was to find a mate. I thought the long-term ones often ended up that way. I was just surprised you’ve done this so many times and are still…” he trailed off at the look on your face. The only word that came to mind was thunderous.

And that’s all you did for a very long moment, just stare at him silently. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, you said, “The point of all this is to help alphas, even the most bone-headed ones. I do this because I believe that everyone, no matter their designation, deserves to feel safe and happy and have access to the mental health care that will serve them best. So, no, I’m not just doing this as a way to get someone to mark me.” And then you took a large bite of food and chewed it so very angrily. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen someone do that before.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down. He was fucking everything up, everywhere he went. He never tried to offend, but that was all he seemed to do. And it didn’t help that no one seemed willing to ever give him the benefit of the doubt. He’d been immediately branded as old-fashioned upon waking up, and he’d quickly gathered that that was thought to be not just bad, but malicious. But no one bothered to explain things to him without judgment. If given the chance, he would swear not to cross any lines. He just needed to know where the lines were first.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, “I didn’t mean– the omegas I used to know, they wanted different things, I guess. And maybe I’m not doing a good job of catching up, but I’m trying.”

He could feel your eyes on him for a moment that just stretched on. He didn’t dare look up to see what your face was doing. Then, he heard the air rush from your lungs, and you said, “And I probably reacted too harshly, so I’m sorry for that. There’s just– there’s a lot of cultural baggage around support omegas. Some people call us ‘hookers with advanced degrees,’ or other things that are a lot worse. But I really am just here because I want to help people. Steve, I want to help you.”

He let himself look up at you and found that your anger was completely gone, replaced only by sincerity. He nodded as he moved some food around his plate with his fork.

You let the silence last for a minute, then asked, “So, what’d you think? You like any of the food?”

He took the olive branch for what it was. “It’s good. Different, but good.” He pointed to a noodle dish, “I really liked that one.”

You smiled, and it lit up your whole face. “Pad Thai. That’s a good one. A classic.”

He smiled back at you, and it didn't feel entirely fake.

When it came time for bed, he went through the motions. He changed into sleep pants and a t-shirt. He brushed his teeth. He washed his face. He said goodnight to you and watched you go into the guest room. He even went so far as to sit on his bed for several long minutes. But he didn’t lie down. He couldn’t do that.

If he lay down, then he risked falling asleep. And if he slept, then he was pretty much guaranteed to have nightmares. And after the sort of day he’d had, they were sure to be especially horrific. No. He didn’t need sleep. He’d be fine.

So he sat. And he stared at the wall. And he listened and he waited. The house settled, and everything got quiet. When things had been so quiet that you must have been asleep for several minutes, he moved into the living room as quietly as he could. Not that this room was much better, but it was bigger and he felt less hemmed in. Now all he needed to do was kill time until the sun started to come up. Then he could go for a run, and if you caught him, he could just act like he was an early riser.

But the night stretched on in front of him. He tried to read, but he couldn’t focus. He had a TV, but he never really knew what to do with that, and he didn’t want to risk waking you up. Before, he may have passed the time drawing in his sketchbook. But he couldn’t stomach it now. So he settled in for a long night of staring at the clock.

He must have been so in his own head that he was startled by a noise in the hallway. He looked up to see you walking into the living room, dressed in soft-looking PJs, trailing a blanket he’d just purchased behind you. He gaped at you for a moment. “Oh, uh– I was just–”

You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you said, gently. “We can just sit, if you want.” You settled yourself on his couch before giving him the softest look he’d been on the receiving end of since his mother died. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

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[fatkish]

How the Alpha Avengers react to their pups being born

(If you have other scenario requests please let me know)

Steve Rodgers~

He outright refused to go on any missions two weeks before your due date. There was no way he would take the chance to miss the birth of his first pup for anything. Especially when you needed him the most

The moment your water broke, Steve, even though he had been preparing for weeks, was flustered. He was internally panicking as he helped you into the car, grabbed your to-go bag, overnight bag and made sure the car seat and baby carrier was secured before driving to the Avengers compound

When you got to the compound, Bruce and Dr. Cho both immediately took you to the medical wing and helped you get ready as they prepared for your baby

Bruce had helped you with most of the pregnancy and had done each of your ultrasounds. Steve felt a lot more comfortable with having people that he knew for awhile be the ones to handle and help you and your pup

Once you went into labor, Steve let you squeeze both of his hands, (which he swears you almost broke but he never complained about) while you pushed. During the entire delivery process, Steve kept purring and gently nuzzling your forehead with his cheek, doing his utmost to comfort you through the pain

The moment your pup was born, with the first cry from your pup, Steve was already misty eyed. After helping clean you up, wiping the sweat from your face and moving you to a bed to rest, Bruce let Steve cut the cord and swaddled your pup before handing you your newborn

Steve was immediately in love with your pup. The moment he held his son in his arms for the first time, he immediately cooed to the little baby. Steve climbed into the bed with you and handed your son to you to feed

Steve smiled down at you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder as your newborn son suckled. “(Y/n), thank you so much for giving me a pup. You did so well, I promise, I’m going to protect and take care of both of you. I love you, rest well.” Steve swore as he kissed your forehead

While you rested after giving birth, Steve kept an eye on your new pup, keeping him warm and making sure his head was supported. During your entire stay after giving birth, Steve helped you

After Bruce and Cho cleared you medically and made sure you weren’t suffering from PPD, they sent you and Steve home. The entire first few weeks, Steve had you stay in the nest with the pup (who had his own little nest next to your guys’s) while he brought you food and water while you recover, only letting you get up to use the bathroom

Every night, Steve is snuggling with his son and purring/cooing to him so his son recognizes his daddy’s voice. Whenever your son makes a noise in response, Steve’s face just lights up in joy

Bucky Barnes~

The entire pregnancy had Bucky on edge slightly, with the winter soldier constantly trying to keep an eye out for any possible threats, but the last few weeks had Bucky nearly feral with you actively having to end up scolding him for causing you stress with his constant need to recheck everything

You had to call Steve to have him talk to Bucky so Bucky would finally relax. Bucky was really stressed and the soldier just wanted to protect their mate and unborn pup

When your water broke, you immediately called Steve and let him know so that he could be there to help Bucky in case the soldier decided to make an appearance due to stress

Unlike with Steve, Bucky had brought you to Wakanda, the soldier and Bucky both agreed that it would be the best place for you to give birth considering Wakanda’s technological advancement

Steve and Ta’Challa stayed by Bucky’s side but not too close to you. As you were going into labor, they stayed on the sidelines as support for Bucky, that way he felt you were protected by Alphas he trusted and to stop him from potentially attacking the doctors if things started to go south or there were complications with the delivery

Bucky only let you squeeze his flesh hand since he didn’t want you to hurt your hand squeezing his metal one

The birth, with the help from the doctors, was relatively easy. The delivery was quick, having lasted a few hours total. And by the time you were done, you were the proud parents of a little baby girl

After getting you cleaned up and making sure your pup was healthy, the doctors handed you your swaddled pup. Bucky had a few tears escape but he and the soldier were both in awe of his mate and pup. You offered for Bucky to hold her but he was hesitant at first, afraid he might hurt her but with gentle coaxing and reassurance, he gently held his little pup

The moment he held her, he fell hopelessly in love. Especially when she gripped his finger in her tiny little hand. When she got hungry, he finally handed her back to you so you could feed her

He watched happily as you tiredly nuzzled your pup while she fed. He ended up snuggling behind you, letting you rest up against him, using him both as a backrest and pillow

When you both were ready to leave and return home, Steve helped by carrying everything to the jet while Bucky helped you into the jet

Once you both returned home, Steve made sure you both had everything you needed and offered to go last minute shopping if needed but it wasn’t necessary. Bucky carried you to your shared nest, and after laying you in it with your pup, began building a little nest for your pup right inside of the nest

Bucky made sure to bring you everything you needed and then some. He was constantly hovering and stressing himself out to the point where you literally had to grab him and pull him to the floor to rest

Once he finally relaxed, he smiled and cooed at his little baby girl, whenever she’d cry, he’d sing Russian lullabies to her to calm her down. He loves watching your pup feed and suckle, (he’s not jealous at all) and he’s always willing to get up and change her no matter the time of day or night

He absolutely loves the both of you and is constantly thanking you for giving him a pup

Thor Odinson~

This giant golden retriever of a god might be 1500 years old but he’s still pretty childish in certain respects. He made sure that everything was set up in the last month of your pregnancy in case you pup was early

Despite Thor’s insistence on you giving birth in Asgard, you were adamant that you would give birth on your home planet (earth) and that Bruce and Cho knew what they were doing

Despite his seeming reluctance, Loki did help with giving Thor real advice on what to and what not to do. If it weren’t for Loki, many things would have been disastrous, such as the construction of the crib and the other baby necessities. Loki had to explain multiple times why specific size differences were necessary such as with clothes and diapers when he and Thor went shopping, much to Loki’s dismay

When your water broke, Thor immediately panicked but you calmed him and reminded him that you both live within the Avengers compound and that Bruce and Cho are literally just a few rooms away

Loki was a godsend during the delivery. He made sure that Thor was aware of the things that happened during labor. (He made sure Thor knew better than to make any comment about you defecating while giving birth since it’s inevitable and wound only embarrass you at such a vulnerable moment)

Thor remained by your side, holding your hands and constantly praising you and cheering you on as you pushed and cried at the pain

The moment your son came into the world, Thor was literally bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. After helping clean you up and carrying you to a new bed while Bruce checked on your pup’s health, Thor smiled when he was handed you pup

He immediately smiled at his son, cooing and giggling at his son as you watched Thor smile at your newborn pup. Thor showed your son to Loki, absolutely beaming with pride, while Loki rolled his eyes but sincerely congratulated Thor and you on becoming parents

After Bruce and Cho deemed you ready, you and Thor returned to your little home inside the compound. Thor made sure that you had everything you needed nearby and brought you whatever you needed, making sure to help you with getting around since your son was rather big leaving you extremely exhausted and sore

Thor would constantly retell stories to your son as he feel asleep, with you snuggling up to him as well. Since he didn’t need as much sleep, Thor was content to simply watch his mate and pup sleep soundly, safe under his watchful eye

Whenever your son made even the slightest whimper, Thor was immediately on it, making sure that whatever was causing your pup to start crying was taken care of before he woke you up

It took a few more months to be ready to travel and you were adamant about waiting 6 months until you brought your pup to Asgard, but once you did, Thor immediately brought you both to the healers to get both of you checked, much for his own relief and reassurance that both of you were healthy

After ensuring that his mate and pup were completely healthy, he happily and proudly introduced your pup to his parents and friends. While you were fine with Frigga and Loki, you were hesitant about letting Odin get near your son, nonetheless even hold him. It took some convincing on Thor’s part but finally relented and allowed Odin to hold your son, but you drew the line when Fandral asked to hold your son, you actually growled at him and snatched up your pup as you hissed at Fandral. (Loki was extremely amused)

Loki Laufeyson~

After learning of your pregnancy, he was very happy, worried, scared and excited all at the same time. He spent lots of time researching and reading up on parenting techniques and tips for new parents. He insisted that you stay on Asgard and give birth there instead of earth since he wasn’t convinced Midgard had the better health care. You agreed after he promised that Asgardian medicine would lessen the pain more than an epidural

By the last few weeks, Loki was making sure that everything was prepared and ready for the arrival of your pup. Despite his calm demeanor and appearance, you knew Loki was nervous about your pup being born. He was worried he wouldn’t be a good father considering his relationship with both of his own

When your water broke, Loki immediately called for the healers who quickly arrived and helped get you ready. Once you were ready, they coached you through the birth. After a few hours, your son was born. You and Loki were excited only to be stumped when your second pup started to make their way into the world. After a few more hours, your daughter was born as well

After giving birth to twins, you promptly passed out, much to Loki’s surprise, but after being reassured that you were fine and just tired by the healers after they looked you over, Loki relaxed. When he held both your pups for the first time, he cried, and not just a few tears, he actually cried. He was so happy, he never thought that he would have something so precious

When you woke up, you saw Loki resting with both your pups snuggled up on their father’s bare chest. Loki had read that skin contact was beneficial and helped with bonding so while his pups slept, he let them get as much skin contact as possible

After seeing you were awake, Loki smiled at you and carefully walked over, making sure not to disturb his precious pups’s sleep. When they woke up, they were immediately hungry and he chuckled at seeing them go to town when they fed. He wanted to make an innuendo but didn’t want to risk ruining the precious moment

During the next few weeks, Loki made sure that you got all the rest you needed and made sure to divide his attention equally between the three of you. Of course, Frigga helped out whenever you needed it, since the birth took a lot out of you, as well as you suffering from mild PPD, Frigga made sure that Loki was able to give you all the attention you needed

When you felt terrible and guilty for not being able to immediately get attached to your pups, you cried, which broke Loki’s heart. He constantly reassured you and told you how much he loves you and how natural your feelings were, he even went out of his way to go to Midgard and bring back and expert therapist on PPD to help you

After the PPD went away and things were steady, Loki finally relaxed. He had helped you find a nanny/caretaker to help look after your twin pups, for when the two of you were unable to or were asleep. Loki made sure that the pups’s care wouldn’t cause you any stress that could cause you to relapse on your PPD

Bruce Banner/Hulk~

A bunch of mixed feelings this guy. While Bruce was happy and nervous, Hulk was excited. You were worried about giving birth to a giant green baby, possibly being torn apart in the process, but Bruce reassured you that that was not possible

Bruce was constantly checking on you and the baby, making sure you both were physically healthy and that you were mentally healthy as well. Hulk let you snuggle up to him whenever you were cold or tired

As the due date grew closer, Hulk became even more excited to meet his pup, Bruce had to constantly remind Hulk not to get too excited and risk ‘hulking out’

When your water broke, Bruce was calm whilst Hulk was excited. Bruce had made sure that Cho was on standby in case there were complications, and there were. Hulk, Bruce and you had originally planned for Hulk to come out and you would rest against him while you squeezed his fingers while delivering the pup. But not only was the pup a breach baby, the umbilical cord was wrapped around the pup’s neck. Bruce and Cho both agreed it would be much safer and less traumatic for you to have a C-section, to which you agreed. Whilst you were under, Bruce stayed outside the room, making sure that Hulk stayed calm since he wasn’t confident that Hulk could keep his cool upon seeing Cho cut into you

Hulk was incredibly stressed and Bruce was pacing, doing everything he could to keep Hulk from coming out and forcing his way into the operating room. He had to convince Hulk that running in there would actually do more harm than good

The moment they heard the cry of your pup, Hulk was already fighting to come out but Bruce contained him. It took a few moments, but Cho walked out and quickly passed your newborn pup off to Bruce to perform a checkup while she stitched you up. Bruce and Hulk immediately put there differences aside as Bruce checked your daughter over. After knowing that your daughter was perfectly healthy and fine, Bruce relaxed.

When Cho came out and told Bruce that the surgery went well and that you would recover, both he and Hulk relaxed completely. He walked into your room and sat in a chair next to you

When you woke up, Bruce greeted you and handed you your pup. You nuzzled her and asked if Hulk had held her or wanted to. When Hulk came out, he admitted that he was afraid he would scare her or hurt her. You smiled and gently put your pup in Hulks hands, making sure he held her properly, only for his daughter to smiled up at him and coo

Hulk smiled at his daughter, you got out of bed which worried Hulk, only to crawl into his lap and snuggle up to his giant warm frame. Hulk laid back as you and your pup snuggled into his warmth. Bruce wasn’t upset at all, for the first time, he was actually happy to have Hulk, since his massive warm body was able to keep both you and your pup warm

[sj-ficrecs]

fic rec 16!

SO! i haven’t been reading fic in a long time bc i’ve been reading books BUT, discovered this fic rec in my drafts from 2022 lol oops!

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :)

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

Bucky x reader:

A Correspondence of Obligations by @pellucid-constellations prince!Bucky x princess!reader

“ Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.”

Sky Full of Song by @wkemeup pirate!Bucky x pirate/siren!reader

“Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.”

Starting Gate by @navybrat817 motocross!Bucky x reader

“You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps.”

Oath by @softlybarnes (part of the Sugar series but can be reader alone) 40s Bucky x reader

“Bucky finally proposes to Y/N.”

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd​ Bucky x reader (Zombie apocalypse au)

“It’s been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you’ve learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He’s been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren’t telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you’re put at risk, he’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe.”

No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain college athlete!Bucky x reader

“You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.”

Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy Bucky x reader

“bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.”

Recipe for Disaster by @seventven dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader

“your dad’s best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation”

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

“Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.”

Love in Four Acts by @chouettedubois neighbor MCU Bucky x nurse!reader

“You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.”

Plaything part one + two by @captain-buckyyy virgin!Bucky x reader

“bucky’s innocence is just too much for you to resist”

calamitous love series by @classylo princess!reader x commoner!bucky

“Reader is a modern princess under immense pressure to marry before she takes the crown, she choose her Prince Charming four years ago… but he didn’t choose her back. He left her with a broken heart and her kingdom to rule alone. Four years later, reader is in an arranged engagement with a man who she can see herself loving… one day… everything seems to be falling into place until her original prince shows up at her engagement party determined to win her back before her wedding day.”

Not Even a Little by @intrepidacious roommate!Bucky x reader, modern au

“The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it’s a bad idea. And you have.”

Followed You by @cwbucky Bucky x reader

“You meet this guy named Bucky through Instagram. Even though neither of you knows what the other person looks like, you two immediately connect. Things get complicated when you start your new job at Stark Industries and you catch a glimpse of the handsome Sergeant Barnes.”

Matched by @nony-bear Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader

“Bucky Barnes always dreamed of settling down with a mate but after decades of trauma leaving him a grumpy old man with a robotic arm he’s convinced no one could love an alpha like him. Begrudgingly he follows his therapist advice and enrolls in the Swan Program a mate matching program offered but the new aged bio-tech company Mate-Tech”

Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic trainer!Bucky x plus size!reader

“You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are.”

King in Your Story by @sinner-as-saint viking!Bucky x princess!reader

“Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.”

Oh Baby, Oh Baby by @tooearlyforthis Bucky x reader

“As a new recruit, y/n isn’t allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.”

Before You by @m4tthewmurd0ck prince!Bucky x baker!reader

reader is a baker who happens to work at a shop the royals enjoy getting baked goods from :)

Steve Rogers x reader:

Rising Tide by @pellucid-constellations surfer!Steve x reader

“A relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memories—most best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the dark”

[angrythingstarlight]

Hi Star!

May I ask how are our favourite Alpha!Steve and his bratty Omegas?

"I don't think we should be doing this," you say, brows furrowing tight enough to create a divot between them as you gaze up at the building. "Maybe we need to ask—"

"Steve wants us to do this," Bucky smoothly interrupts with a sly grin. "I already asked him." Technically Steve may have been asleep at the time. But still he asked. It's all about the technicalities.

"He agreed." Bucky told him to stay silent if Steve okay with him doing this. Again Steve was asleep but that's really not important.

"So don't worry. Relax. I'm going to take care of everything. We're going to have a great time and Steve is going to love it," Bucky smiles down at you, his playful baby blues studying your face.

You should worry. You really should be worried.

He's right. You are going to have a great time. You know right up until the minute Steve finds out what you two are doing. Then the only one that's going to be having fun is your furious Alpha.

And maybe Bucky because he gets off on upsetting Steve.

Which you should have remembered before you agreed to his plans.

Too late now.

"Let's go bunny," Bucky says, grabbing your hand and pulling you inside the entrance. "What's the worst that could happen?"

[huffelpuff210]

Ours Soft Dark Stucky x Omega Reader

Soft Dark Alpha Stucky x Omega Reader

Warning: Stalking, kidnapping, drugging, confinement, dark themes, Non Con, man handling, threats, mentions of past abuse, 

Summary: Day by Day Both Bucky and Steve feel like something is missing in their lives that is until they meet you. 

You work as a RN at the nearby hospital, you were just leaving an agonizing fourteen hour shift, dead tired, 

You were walking past a store, where there were TV’s you could watch from outside of the window,

The news was on, 

“This is Becky reporting from Stark tower where in a few minutes Alpha Tony Stark is going to make his big announcement.” The news lady says, 

You stand there with your arms crossed, a lot of people on the street were crowding around as well, 

The Alpha’s in Stark tower are a big deal to everyone so when they make an announcement it’s normally a big uproar 

Tony walks out to the stage, 

“Good afternoon everyone, as everyone may have been aware, the decrease in Omega’s in the past decade have declined drastically.” He says 

It was no secret that Omega’s appear less and less each year, in fact you read in the paper that there is 1 out of 5% that anyone would come across one, You were in fact one, but you take suppressants and wear a special perfume to mask the smell, 

“So as of today, I have signed a bill passing that if you are an Omega you must register, due to the decrease in our species this law is in effect as of today.” Tony says 

You eyes widen, 

“We also have a stations in each clinic to ensure you can find a place to register.” He says 

This made your blood boil, You didn’t like Alpha’s to begin with, Your father and brother’s made sure of that, always talking down to you like you were nothing compared to them, abusing you any chance they got, telling you, that you were nothing but a tool a mutt that your only purpose in life was to breed, 

And here is another example of how much you hate and yet fear alpha’s they think they can control Omega’s, 

“If any Omega’s fail to comply we will have no choice but to place you in a special program.” Tony says 

“That will be all thank you.” He says walking off stage, 

You shake your head and make your way to your apartment, but you couldn’t help this feeling that someone was watching you, You stop in your tracks, to look around listening, smelling, but there were too many scents, you brush it off as fatigue and paranoia. 

You finally enter your apartment, it wasn’t much given the salary to make, barely scraping by, but it was the only way, the only way to avoid detection not just from Alpha’s but your family that has been on the hunt for you since you ran away when you were sixteen, you are now twenty one, but they still continue to hunt you like an animal, 

All because you are an Omega, 

After taking your suppressant and showering, you are laying in bed when a smell catches your attention, It smelled like pine, and cinnamon, you sit up quickly, it wasn’t your father or brother’s but you don’t notice the smell which causes you to panic, 

You peek through the curtains not seeing a single person, you make sure everything is locked, 

You peek out the peep hole at your door, no one, 

You feel your heart rate slow down hoping you were just imagining it, 

Bucky just couldn’t believe his luck, he was on his way to the tower, when a smell caught his attention, sure it was very faint but his sense of smell is stronger than most Alpha’s it smelled like vanilla with a hint of cedar

“Omega...” He whispers

He finds a small petite woman, with long dark hair and green eyes, she was beautiful, but by the smell she’s definitely on something she shouldn’t be on, 

He opens his phone to call Steve as he follows her from a distance, 

“Steve, Your not going to believe what I found.” He says with a smirk on his lips, 

You didn’t go to work for a few days, you were getting paranoid, the smell kept getting stronger as if someone was in your apartment or on the fire escape at the window, 

But your boss called you today, telling you if you didn’t come in today you were fired, 

So you cautiously leave your apartment, just as you were locking the door an arm wrapped around your neck, with a hand covering your mouth, 

You elbow the attacker causing him to grunt, but he didn’t loosen his grip, 

“Shhh, sweetheart, we’re here now.” You hear a man’s voice whisper in your ear, 

suddenly there was a jab of a needle in your upper arm, you watch as the liquid is injected in your arm, 

“Everything will be alright.” Another voice says 

you feel your limbs give way, and your vision blur slowly slipping into darkness, 

Bucky catches you as you fall, picking you up bridal style, your head against his chest, 

Steve moves your dark hair out of your face, 

“She’s beautiful.” Steve says 

“Told you.” Bucky says 

“She’s light though.” Bucky says again, 

“It’s alright she has us now.” Steve says placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, 

Bucky nods, as they both smile down at you