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STRAWBERRY PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH
SUMMARY — natasha swings by to spend the day with you, bringing along somebody else to ease you into the pack dynamic
WARNINGS — omegaverse, soulmates, mentions of panic attacks and the aftermath of panic attacks, blood, kitchen knife, natasha showing off some dominance
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Despite being an early riser most days, you didn’t wake up until after noon, and even by then, you weren’t pleased with the intrusion of light in your apartment. You whined into your pillows, tossing in the too-warm bed before deciding that you had to get up and get ready. Your entire body ached as you changed from your soft silk pajama set into a light pastel mini dress. You pulled a matching cardigan out of your closet and threw it onto your unmade bed, ready and waiting for if today's events led you to venturing outside.
You had shuffled around your apartment for almost half an hour, brushing out your hair and doing your makeup, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet when one of your favorite songs played through the bluetooth speakers that you had synced around the small, but cozy space. You almost hadn’t heard the three knocks on your front door over the soft hum of the guitar instrumental and the pill bottle in your hand, but you did and your heart burst with uncontainable excitement.
You had been itching to see Natasha again since she’d left last night. So much so that even your dreams were plagued with fairytales of those soft green eyes and red hair. God, having your mates in your life was unlike anything you had imagined it to be. You were about to open the front door when your heart sank to her stomach. Natasha was great. She was darling, even. But she had brought somebody else with her this time, and even with the warning and explicit permission, your could feel the ache in your muscles increasing as your anxiety spiked.
So, you nervously peeked out the peephole, trying to calm your racing heart before it became a problem you couldn’t handle on your own. You could see Natasha, but whoever she brought with her was standing just out of sight. It took everything in you to actually answer the door and not retire to your bed for the rest of the day in a pile of embarrassment and dread.
“H-Hi.” You mumbled shyly, already fiddling with the hem of your short dress. You were glad that you’d opted for this one, because had it been any longer in length you would’ve been left to awkwardly twirl strands of brown hair around your fingers and cling to nothing but hope that your mates wouldn’t notice how they trembled.
Natasha smiled fondly at the girl in front of her. “Hi sweetheart, you look beautiful.” She noted, eyes trailing over the soft pink dress that you had picked out, though her amusement truly lied in the fact that on her Omega’s feet were mitch matched polkadot socks, one pink and the other blue.
You stumbled to find a response, ultimately coming up with a weak and bashful thank you. Natasha smiled fondly, though since last night she’d become aware of what the scent of anxiety was like on the Omega. She frowned, cursing herself for thinking this wouldn’t shake you. She was proud her girl had managed this far without stuttering over herself too bad though. It seemed like the girl had a habit of doing so.
“This is Bucky, sweetheart.” Natasha informed, though she knew you were well aware of who he was. Your eyes kept trailing over to him, but every time they got close enough to really look at his face your looked away sheepishly. Both Alpha’s were on fire, wanting nothing more then to mark the precious girl standing in the doorway.
“H-Hi. I’m Y/N.” You nervously greeted, holding your hand out for the assassin to shake. You were trembling, but the mantra of, ‘you’re okay’ repeating in your head was helping to keep most of the shivers at bay. Bucky smiled fondly at your, lifting the trembling hand to his lips, noting how cold the otherwise soft skin was.
Neither Alpha said anything about how long they’d been standing out in the hallway for, but you soon realized that for yourself and your face burnt with a gentle pink blush. Natasha giggled, stepping into the cozy space when you offered, immediately taking in everything she could.
The small apartment wasn’t overly clean and tidy. It was clean, cleaner then Tony’s room had ever been, but it was also lived in. You didn’t have dishes in the sink, but you did have cups and bowls on a drying mat not far away. There wasn’t any water around the dishware, telling Natasha that you had probably washed them and set them out to dry another day. The living room was all the same. A pair of slippers were thrown around, and there were two blankets on the couch, but other than that your jackets were either all put away somewhere else or hanging neatly on the back of chairs. It was a space that radiated your gentle energy, and selfishly Natasha wanted to absorb it and replicate it in the tower.
What Bucky noticed that Natasha had overlooked, was the open pill bottle on the countertop. His lips curled in concern, not wanting to overstep his boundaries and your comfort, but wanting to assure that his Omega was feeling above the weather. “You feelin’ alright, Doll?” He asked, and you traced his gaze back to the open tylenol bottle. You blushed red, shuffling towards the counter with a bowed head.
“Had a bad attack yesterday,” You summed up, looking unsure on whether you should continue before ultimately deciding that it wouldn’t hurt. “E-Everything aches afterwards and I fell asleep before I could take anything last night.” You spoke softly, and both Bucky and Natasha frowned thinking about how much pain you must’ve been in if you were digging through medicine cabinets looking for help.
Bucky nodded understandingly. Natasha had told them in detail about her day with you, and he might've been the one the most upset about your anxiety attack. The man was plagued with trauma from a handful of decades as a deadly weapon away from his mates. He understood your suffering probably the best besides Natasha.
“You have any water yet today, sweetheart?” Natasha asked casually, sitting down at your kitchen island when the younger girl led them over to the space. There was a clear Starbucks water cup sitting on the counter, looking like it hadn’t been touched, which was truly the only reason Natasha asked. She didn’t want to overwhelm the Omega with rules they hadn’t even discussed and agreed upon yet, though she would definitely make the three cups of water rule nonnegotiable.
You shook her head, blushing at Natasha’s question. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, or attention at all really. You didn’t know how you were supposed to react, or if you were allowed to react at all. “I only just woke up.”
Bucky laughed at that. He’d listened to Natasha drone on for hours the night before, rambling about all the ticks and traits she’d subtly picked up on, and she had confidently placed a bet with Steve that their early riser would remain bedridden until well into the afternoon. It looks like she’s just won herself ten dollars and a chance to top in their next session.
Natasha didn’t have to ask you to drink the water though, because before either assassin could say anything about the late wake up, you were putting her lips around the straw delicately and both of them wanted to groan aloud. Apparently Natasha wasn’t bluffing when she’d warned the men about your innocent and subconscious flirting.
“It’s pretty late to just be getting up, dorogoy.” Natasha hums, and she giggles at the way you let your shoulders relax at the pet name. Bucky doesn’t think you even noticed that your shoulders have been tense since you’d invited them inside, but nonetheless his heart warms seeing how you relax at Natasha’s gentle tone.
“That’s how it is after a bad attack. I don’t like getting up so late.” You spoke shyly, fiddling with the straw between your lips and avoiding both of your Alpha’s eyes. You still hadn’t taken the tylenol, and you weren’t sure why you suddenly felt apprehensive to in their presence. “Um, c-can I?” You motioned to the pills, trying hard to keep your cheeks from burning.
���Didn’t you just take them?” Natasha frowned. She could’ve sworn she heard the bottle rattling before you came to let them in. She’d been out of field practice for a while, but she didn’t think she’d started imagining the sound of half-full pill bottles.
You shook her head. “You knocked just as I got it open.” You mumbled, obviously embarrassed about your struggle with the child-locked bottle. Bucky couldn’t help his loud laugh that shook his chest, and both Natasha and you glared at him. Natasha because she wanted to laugh along with him, but knew it would set you on edge, and you because you hadn’t found your situation funny when your muscles already felt heavy. “‘s not funny, Buck!”
“I’m sorry, you’re right, Doll, it’s not funny at all.” He continued to taunt and you pouted deeper at him, huffing your chest outward in petty defiance. You had to admit the more he laughed the more you found amusement in the situation, but you were stubborn sometimes, usually in times when you’d gotten too little sleep and your body hurt.
“Stop teasing, the little one, Buck. If she pouts any harder I think she’ll pull the muscles in her lips.” Natasha teases, and you huff before breaking out into little giggles at their ridiculousness. God, you wished that you never had to leave this moment, although it would be better if your bones didn’t hurt and your head didn’t ache. “You can take them, baby. We don’t mind.” You nodded when you’d finally collected yourself, washing them down with a sip of the water. Your water that would become abandoned in only ten minutes when you moved on to fawning over a conversation with Bucky.
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Natasha was watching her two mates fondly. Just after three, you had suggested that you start on lunch. Bucky had promptly refused, assuring that he and Natasha had already planned to take you out to a nice early dinner just before four. He’d quickly given into your plans when you’d persisted and batted your eyelashes at him, hardly even realizing that just your pout alone had changed his mind.
So, now the two were making sandwiches and salad. Bucky was dicing cucumbers, while you smothered two slices of white bread in peanut butter. Admittedly, you had never had a peanut butter and strawberry sandwich before right now, but the combination had sounded heavenly the minute that you’d heard it, and Bucky’s smile when you suggested it had made it worth it even if you would hate it.
“No, I still haven’t caught up on any films before the 2000s.” Bucky admitted, sliding the thinly diced cucumbers into the salad bowl. He’d made the mistake of getting you started on the topic of cinema and film, but seeing his girl come so far from the shy and stuttering Omega he’d been introduced to only a few hours ago made it worth it.
“B-But!” You looked up from the cutting board where you were slicing strawberries in half, completely flabbergasted by what you’d just heard. Bucky Barnes had been living as a free man for so many years, and he still hadn’t seen films like Tangled and The Hunger Games. A warning was on the tip of Natasha’s tongue to be careful, but it had happened just as the words surrounded the trio in the kitchen. Your lighthearted bantering had turned into pained whimpers and a sharp cry of pain when the cutting knife sliced your fingertip. “Fuck.” You sobbed, a good chunk of your finger ripped open by the sharp blade. Both Alpha’s hearts sunk at your pained whines, rushing towards you with a protective fire in their bellies.
“Let me see it, sweetheart.” Natasha cooed, but you shook your head, trembling as you cuddled the wound close to your chest, effectively smearing blood all over your pretty dress. That definitely wasn’t a good sign. “Y/N, let me see it, please.”
You shook her head again, tears falling down your cheeks in rapid successions. “It’s going to hurt!” You whimpered, pinching your eyes shut as you tried to ignore the dull throbbing beneath your skin. You hated cuts. You hated blood. It was right up there with your fear and hatred of needles. It seemed that as good as your recent days have been, they’ve had an obnoxious amount of bad and worse.
“It already hurts, doesn’t it, Doll?” Bucky asked calmly. He could see Natasha getting worked up, becoming emotional and fuzzy headed as she tried to refrain from fully letting her Alpha instincts guide her actions. It was still too early for that. You were still too timid and jumpy. They both needed more trust to be built before she could feel comfortable dominating her Omega in a domestic situation like this.
You whine, nodding your head with a trembling lower lip, looking empyrean and beautiful even in this moment. “D-don’t like blood.” You finally managed to tell them, which explained your pinched shut eyes and immediate avoidance to look at your still gushing and throbbing finger. It made both Avengers hearts sink.
“That’s alright. You don’t have to look, babydoll. Can I see it though? It’s bleeding pretty bad.” Bucky gently pulled your hand away from your chest, moving slowly to see if you resisted. He was more than happy when you didn’t, instead just bit your lower lip and squeezed your eyes shut tighter. “Good girl, Doll. You're being such a good girl for us.”
You melted at the praise, subconsciously melting into Natasha’s embrace as the red-head stood behind you, looking over your shoulder at Bucky. He wasn’t all that worried about the injury. It wasn’t deep enough to require stitches, but where you had nicked yourself would be a bitch to let heal. He could imagine your clumsy actions causing the cut to reopen a handful of times before it would finally heal.
“Ow.” You whimpered when Bucky blew on the cut, his cool breath making a strange sensation travel up your nerves. It wasn’t pain that he inflicted, but it had shocked you still, and that was the first response your come up with. Bucky wanted to laugh at how cute you were.
“We’ve gotta clean it, Doll. How about you tell Natasha where you keep your bandaids, and I can rinse it so you don’t have to see the blood. Yeah? That sound like a good plan?” He asks softly, making sure that plan was good with Natasha as well. Both Alpha’s just wanted to coddle the Omega, but they were moving at your pace, and Bucky truthfully didn’t blame you if after this you kicked them out and spent the day alone. You had been through so much in the last few days, he could only imagine what that ache in her muscles felt like now. “Such a brave girl for us.”
“Um, b-bandaids are in my bedroom. T-They’re on my nightstand.” You stuttered, your words shaky and breathy. It broke Bucky’s heart to now know what Natasha had been talking about. Even when they’d first arrived this afternoon, your stuttering hadn’t been so harsh and breathy. The scent of anxiety and pain was overwhelming. It made Bucky’s chest tighten almost unbearably.
“Alright Doll, I'm just gonna run your finger under the tap, okay? It’s gonna be cold, and it’s gonna feel weird, but it’s not going to hurt. Okay? It should make it feel better.” You gave a reluctant nod, burying your face in the Alpha’s chest when he reached out to start the tap. You felt utterly pathetic, sobbing over a cut that in truth wasn’t that bad, but it was more than just the cut and the embarrassment that was weighing on your mind and your heart. You didn’t have to be alone anymore, you didn’t have to do things by herself and for yourself, but with that came the responsibility of committing to a pack. You had to let yourself be vulnerable and present in those relationships, and that went against every self preservation method that you had been perfecting and implementing since your mother passed away.
Truthfully, you just didn’t know what to do with yourself and that was overwhelming. You didn’t know what the right move would be for you, or what would send you spiraling with anxiety. You didn’t know your mates at all, but you knew that you wanted them happy and content. You wanted to feel that way too, and you did when you were with them, until all these feelings of uncertainty and anxiety came flooding back to you.
You hissed when the cold water splashed against your skin. The sound of the faucet running was loud and becoming overwhelming the longer it ran. You squirmed in Bucky’s embrace, whining at the discomfort in your body, digging your nose deeper into his neck and scent gland. Every nerve was on fire and the skin of your soulmarks pinched and burned. You just wanted quiet. And between the running tap and the music still playing, all you were being fed were loud obnoxious sounds.
“What do you need, Omega?” Bucky could spot the signs of a mate in distress the easiest, and his reasons for being able to do so were heartbreaking, but Natasha and the others had learned not to give him looks of pity. He was coming to terms with his past and his nightmares, all they could do for him was listen and be in the present.
You felt your finger being blown on and then dried off, most likely by a paper towel, then wrapped tightly in a bandage all in a few seconds. You hadn’t heard Natasha come back, but now that you weren't so blinded by the sound of the faucet you could recognize the second presence right beside you and Bucky.
“O-Overwhelmed.” You whimpered. The Omega opened her eyes for the first time in almost five minutes, trying to force down a wince at how bright the lights in the apartment had become. Bucky and Natasha frowned. You needed to drop, bad, but would you feel comfortable letting them help you? Natasha knew the answer was probably yes, but with conditions and restrictions that would almost definitely overwhelm you more than help you in this state.
You stumbled away from Bucky’s embrace, reaching out for your phone and turning off the music that neither Alpha had minded. Your knees almost buckled at the sight of the blood smeared across the countertops and floor, making the mistake of looking down at your chest.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Buck’ll clean up out here, dorogoy.” Natasha smiled comfortingly, seeing the greenish expression that overcame your face. Natasha made a mental note that blood was added to the top of the ‘things to desperately avoid’ list.
You nodded obidenty. You didn’t argue with either Alpha about being able to do it yourself, because in the moment, you didn’t want to. Your stomach was tight, your muscles ached, and being taken care of by Natasha was the most appealing option you had right now. The second would’ve been to collapse on your couch and take a nap, but you didn’t want them to leave. You liked the way their scents mixed together with yours. You liked the added heat they added to your small apartment. Taking Natasha’s hand when the woman reached out for you to take it, you didn’t try to hide how you melted at the touch and into Natasha.
Natasha waited until you were settled onto your bed before she closed the door, letting the sound of the running tap be blocked out by the wooden door. Your room was entirely your own fairytale space, and it made Natasha’s heart swell. The walls are a bright simple white, but there's not a space in the room that isn’t decorated by rainbow colors or greenery. Natasha’s absolutely in love with the squiggly full length mirror at the foot of your bed, covered in vines and positive messages. Your bed is pretty bare. Natasha had thought you’d be the type to collect stuffed animals, but you’ve kept it minimal it seems. Though your collection of pillows makes up for the almost bare sheets. You’ve got what Natasha assumes are comfort items, sprawled across your bed, and she smiles widely when she sees you reach and grab one of the small blankets.
“Can I ask you a question you might not like, sweetheart?” Natasha tested the waters, not wanting to be the final reason you force herself into a defensive headspace or even worse, Omegaspace. You’re working your way to a self-inflicted drop with or without her pressuring.
“Yes.” You verbalizes, getting the hint that it was the only answer Natasha wanted. When she was serious, she wanted to hear you say that you understood or that you agreed. Despite making your cheeks flush each time, you appreciated it. It made you feel safe, which was ultimately Natasha’s goal.
Natasha smiles, bending down so that you have to look down to meet her eye. Again, it lets the tension melt away from your stomach, feeling like in this position, you aren’t so looked down on. You hold the power right now. “Do you feel like you need to drop?”
Immediately you shakes your head. You don’t think you do. You knows it’ll help to reset your emotions if you do drop, but you think you’re more than okay to continue without one. You just needs to slow down for a couple days, even if that means not seeing Natasha and Bucky, or even letting them do it for you. You know your limit with dropping, and you don't think you’re at it.
“Words, Y/N.” Natasha gently reprimands, laying your hands on your soft thighs. You’ve gotten lost in your head, and as cute as your dazed out expression is, Natasha’s not convinced.
“I think I’m okay for right now.” The Omega whispers shyly, grabbing her Alpha’s hands and twisting her rings around her fingers. “Just need to slow down. Tried to do too much today.”
Natasha nods, more than satisfied with your response. Her proud smile makes you fall into yourself, blushing happily at the wordless praise. “Do you need to slow down alone? Bucky and I won’t be mad if you need some time, mladenec.”
“Don’t want you to leave. C-Can I, Can I take a nap though? Please?” You hold onto Natasha’s hands desperately, not wanting the woman to leave you alone right now. You like this feeling; feeling calm and protected and nurtured. You like not being alone.
“Of course you can, sweetheart. But, I think we should get you out of these clothes first.” Natasha smiles, and so they do that. She helps you into a pair of sweatpants and a brown form fitted ribbed crop top, smiling sweetly at the tired girl in her arms that's only getting sleepier with every step back to Bucky. You’re crashing fast, the adrenaline from just a few minutes ago failing you and burning you out. Natasha had to stop having the unfortunate timing of meeting you on mentally exhausting days.
The third in command laughs aloud at the sight of you blinking slowly, looking between him and Natasha in content. You don’t say anything, just wound your arms around Natasha’s waist and digs your nose into her neck. Natasha rubs her hand up and down the small of your back, smiling when Bucky meets her eye.
“You have to eat, then you can sleep, dorogoy.” Natasha informed, leading you towards the kitchen island. The three of them wouldn’t all fit at it, but Bucky had no problem leaning across the counter so his two girls could have a seat.
“Not hungry.” You slur, dropping your head into your arms when Natasha pulls a chair out for you. Bucky’s lips pull into a lazy smile, his hands still working on plating the two strawberry and peanut butter sandwiches. Natasha’s sandwich is just peanut butter, and it’s already waiting for the red-headed women by the barstool closest to the wall.
“You’ve gotta have some of it, sweetheart.” Natasha says again, raising an eyebrow when you huff. The smaller girl doesn’t make a move to reach for the plate Bucky’s offering, just turns her head in her arms so her brown eyes can squint in Natasha’s direction. “You can pout at me all you want, love, but that sandwich needs to be eaten.”
You whine. You really weren’t hungry, but you didn’t want to disobey your Alpha, especially when Natasha already hadn’t believed you about not needing to drop. So begrudgingly, you reach for the sandwich, thanking Bucky despite your tight pout. You take a small bite from the middle, melting at the taste on your tongue. You don’t want to admit Natasha was right, and you needed to eat because now that you were your stomach felt empty, but you couldn’t help the content sigh that bubbled in your chest.
When the three of them were done with lunch, you dragged them towards your couch. Your eyes were burning, hardly open anymore as you craved sleep. Neither Alpha minded, instead helping you settle into the couch, your head on Natasha’s shoulder while you fiddled with Bucky’s flesh hand. It hadn’t even been six minutes before you were fast asleep, melting into both of your mates like you had never been anywhere else but their embrace.
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Omega Pt. 10 (Natasha}
Summary : Discovery why Omegas died after breaking the bond
Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader
Warning : nothing I guess
Word count : 1,024
{OMEGA PT. 9} {OMEGA PT. 10} {OMEGA PT. 11}
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"So, it seems everything is perfectly fine; all the test results come back normal, but her body is probably adjusting to the medications that we're giving her, which explains why she's still weak and having shortness of breath, but overall, everything is fine,” Cho said, making the team sigh in relief.
While everyone is relieved, you're fighting for consciousness. You're asleep, but you could hear their muffled voice, and you can't move your limbs. All that makes you cry, prying that no one will hurt you.
“Wait, Y/N’s crying? ”Pepper frowns seeing your single tear run down following a few tears, making everybody look at you.
“Is she awake? ”Natasha asked, worried that you're feeling helpless and all you could do is cry.
“It's probably the sedative; it's wearing off.” Cho, look around, seeing everybody surrounding you.
“I think it's best if we could give her more space when she wakes up; we don't want to overwhelm her.” Everyone agreed. Some sat on the couch, some needed to leave because they got a call for an emergency mission, and some stayed standing, not far but not too close.
And since one of your pups keeps crying, Pepper takes him in her arms, lulling him to sleep while singing a lullaby while the other one is peacefully sleeping.
You groan and slowly gain your strength until you open your eyes, looking around, getting scared, and feeling helpless by the number of them around you—6 to be exact—but you're no match for them all. Your eyes went wide, and your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach when you saw Pepper holding on to your pups.
"No, please... do-don’t take him,” you plead, sitting down on the bed. The distress quickly overwhelms Wanda, so she cautiously approaches you, showing you her hands.
“Hey, hey, no one's taking them from you, Y/N/N, I swear we're your family; we will never do such a thing,” Wanda softly said, but your eyes never leave your pup.
“My pups,” you whisper, so Pepper walks towards you with a small smile, followed by Yelena, who took your other son to show you, and then the nurse carefully rolls the incubator next to you, making you tear up.
“He's such an angel, a crying baby, but he's cute,” Pepper whispered, handing you the pups, and then Yelena sat beside you.
“And he's a good one, always sleeping, and such a bubbly baby boy, just like that munchkin,” Yelena shows you, making you tear up while admiring them.
“And here's she; she has some complications, but overall, she's fine; she just needs to be monitored.” Yelena points to the side, making you look at your daughter.
You gulp, afraid to see your daughter in such a condition, but you scooch over the edge of the bed, winching in pain.
“Careful, you're not fully healed,” Cho warned you, but you didn't budget. Sure, you're lowering your walls, but you keep your guard up in case one of them surges forward and harms you and your pups.
Sure, you still haven't gotten your strength back; you can barely move around, but that doesn't mean you will not fight them; you would rather die fighting than let things happen.
The interaction melted the teams hearts but not Natasha; it broke her heart just by the thought of you getting worried that everyone would hurt you or the pups, making her think that something is not right.
So she shook her head, biting her lips and getting some fresh air, going to the rooftop to clear her mind and a little quiet place to think, plus the fresh air lightly blowing through her face makes herself calm, relaxing her muscles while looking at the beautiful view of the city that slowly succumbs to the night fall, making the lights of everything in the window glow, adding to the beauty.
On the other side, everyone is afraid and gets panicked when your breathing is getting slower and slower, your monitor shows that your body is in distress, and the beeping sounds are slowly dying.
“Get everyone; you can get here ASAP,” Cho shouted to the nurse, who ran out to seek some help; she didn't know what's going on, checking every single sign of what could be the cause of bradycardia.
In every second, you can feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and your body feels like you're carrying a boulder until you lose consciousness while looking at your precious pups.
Someone had to bag you; your shallow breath makes everybody worried, even Cho, who gave you some shots of medicine, and when Natasha came back, everybody’s eyes were on her.
“It's Y/N,” Pepper stated, and Natasha quickly looked at you, but something changed again, and this makes Cho wonder when suddenly your heart rate is slowly getting back to normal.
“Oh my god...” Cho whispered, standing on the chair, pen and paper on the table in front of her.
“What? ”Yelena asked anxiously
“Stop bagging her and Natasha; can you come closer to Y/N? ”Natasha had a frown on her face but obeyed. Your heart rate went up, but still not enough to meet the normal vitals.
“And can you leave the room for a few seconds, please? ”Natasha stopped on her track and saw that Cho had something in her mind that needed to be confirmed, so she left and ayaw your room a few feet.
“And in the room again,” and that's when Cho figures it out, so she quickly writes something in her notebook, making the team wonder what she discovers.
“I get now; that's why Omega has been dying all these years,” she whispered, smiling to herself at the new discovery.
“Well? What is it? ”Tony asked, walking forward and anxiously waiting to see if the formula that they’ve been working on is working.
“It's all about the scent or the presence...”
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Summary: A virgin Nat x G!P Reader fic.
A/N: Did I go a bit overboard with the lovey-dovey stuff, yes. Is it because I am feeling extremely lonely, also yes.
So, I will be taking girlfriend applications from- I am kidding. There is no time limit. ;)
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She moaned and arched her back as you pumped your fingers in and out of her. You were going in deeper than all the times before this and she seemed to enjoy it.
After a few minutes, she held your wrist as your knuckles hit her and started moving on her own. You gently rubbed her clit in soothing circles knowing she was close and that pushed her over the edge.
She stilled in your arms as an intense orgasm washed over her and you held her close, mumbling soft nothings in her ear. She was in a daze and you looked at her lovingly, pulling her chin forward to kiss her.
“That's my girl.”
You said between kisses and she shivered at the claim. She moaned and whined a little when you pulled your fingers out of her. But you kept your hand pressed up against her opening for a bit, hoping to calm her.
“That was…”
She started and looked at you.
“Intense?”
“Very much so.”
You chuckled and pulled her close. She snuggled closer to you and looked up again. Her eyes filled with a decision.
“I think I am ready.”
You looked at her curiously.
“Ready?”
She ran her hand down your stomach and gently took a hold of your very, very hard dick.
“For this.”
She leaned forward and whispered in your ear.
“I want you to breed me, Alpha.”
That declaration sent a shiver down your spine and you possessively held her by her waist.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded with certainty in her eyes and you kissed her hard. But, you stopped her as she started grinding herself on you.
“I don't want our first time to be in the back of a car. So, would you like to go on a date with me, Ms. Romanoff?”
You asked, teasing her entrance with the tip of your finger. She moaned softly before answering,
“I would love that.”
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You met on the university grounds. Sitting by herself, focusing on the book in her hand. She was unlike any person you had ever laid eyes on.
You were the heir to one of the biggest tech companies in the world. So, omegas tend to throw themselves at you and suffice it to say, you took complete advantage of that.
But, she was different. When you sat by her side, wanting to discuss the book in her hand, she asked for time to complete it and then discuss it with you in detail. You nodded and asked her if she knew when she would be done.
“Maybe in two days.”
She replied and you nodded.
“How about I take you out for a coffee on Friday? So, we can discuss the book.”
“Are you sure that is the only reason you want me to go have a coffee with you?”
“No. I also wish for it to be a bit more than just a discussion. It is an official invite for a date.”
You said confidently and she seemed to contemplate her answer.
“Okay. Coffee on Friday.”
You smiled and kissed her cheek before leaving.
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That day, you didn't know if it would work. But today as your fingers entwined over the gear shift of your car, you knew that Natasha Romanoff was your future. You smiled and tightened the hold on her hand.
She in return rubbed her thumb over yours. You pulled her hand towards you and kissed it right where your fingers met. You finally stopped your car in front of her house and hopped out to open her door.
“I will pick you up at 7.”
You said and softly kissed her.
“I will be waiting.”
You finally released her waist and she waved before disappearing into her home.
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You gave yourself another glance in the mirror. To say you were nervous about today would be an understatement.
You have had sex with several women till now. More often than not your nights were spent with women in your bed. But, it was your first time having sex with someone you were in love with.
You reached Natasha's place and rang her doorbell. She opened the door and you were sure your jaw was just a few inches from the ground. She was wearing a beautiful maroon dress which left just enough for imagination and if it wasn't for your resolve to give her the best date she had in her life, you would've devoured her right then and there.
But, you offered her the flowers you bought for her instead. She smiled, looking at the red roses, and asked you to step in for a moment, to place the flowers in a vase.
She filled up a vase nearby with water and placed the roses in it. Once she was done, you offered your arm and she held your bicep as you stepped out.
You opened the car door for her and clipped her seatbelt.
The first few times you did it she felt it was a bit weird that you insisted on the seat belt thing. But, then you explained that you wanted to keep the most precious thing in your life safe, and that made her melt a little.
After that, every argument you had, every little spat, was resolved once you clicked that seat belt for her.
“All safe and sound.”
You said and kissed her before hopping over to your end. You started the car and took her hand in yours kissing it.
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You reached the restaurant and the host waiting for you outside placed a basket basked in your back seat. Natasha looked at you with surprise in her eyes.
“We are not going in there?”
“No, no. I just thought it would be a disaster if I cooked.”
She chuckled, maybe remembering the time when you burned the pot of boiling water.
“It would be. Yes.”
You chuckled with her at that and started driving.
“Where are we going then?”
“It's a surprise.”
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After driving for about an hour, you finally reached the place and opened the door for Natasha again, unclipping her seatbelt and offering her your hand.
She looked around and it was a bit dark to be able to see anything. She held onto your hand a bit tighter. You pulled her closer and placed an assuring hand on her waist, knowing she was a bit afraid of the dark.
You led her a bit further into the woods and she gasped at the sight in front of her. The place was illuminated with tons of small lights and there was a blanket in the middle. You were giving her a picnic under the stars.
She looked at you with a few tears in her eyes before hugging you hard and muttering “Thank you” over and over again.
You held her close till she was ready to part again. You placed the picnic basket on the blanket and pulled her in your lap.
“Let's eat, shall we?”
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After you were done with your meal, you had Natasha wrapped in your coat and the both of you in a blanket. She was snuggled closer to you, and you were talking about everything and nothing.
Her head was placed on your shoulder and you had held her waist possessively and you realized there was no other moment in your life where you were as happy.
“Will you marry me?”
That made Natasha go still in your arms and she looked up. Maybe she was trying to find dishonesty in your request. But, you looked at her just as intensely.
“Ask me again.”
She said and you sat both of you up. You held her cheeks in your hands and looked into her eyes.
“Will you, Natasha Romanoff, marry me?”
“I will, yes. Of course. Yes.”
She rushed it out and you kissed her with all your might.
“You have just made me the happiest person on this planet.”
You kissed her again and before you both realized it, you were a tangle of limbs on the cold ground with only a blanket under you.
“Not here.”
You said pulling away, panting.
“If you think I can wait for an hour for you to drive in the city…”
“No, no. Of course not, my Princess. Come on.”
You stood up and offered her a hand. She took it and stood with you.
“There is only one thing I wish to do right now.”
You said and you motioned toward her neck. She instantly knew what you meant.
“You want to claim me?”
“I cannot think of any better place to do it.”
She looked into your eyes and smiled.
“You may.”
You smiled and your hand directly went up her dress and between her legs while the other pulled her closer. You growled when you realized she wasn't wearing any panties and you pumped your fingers into her.
You softly bit down on her neck and she hissed as the pressure increased. You kept fucking her with your fingers as you finally staked your claim and she came hard with a mix of pain and pleasure. If it wasn't for your assuring hand on her waist, she would not be able to stand anymore.
After she came down from her high, you looked into her eyes.
“You are officially mine now.”
You said matter of factly and she nodded.
“All yours.”
You kissed her once again but pulled apart.
“Let's go.”
“Where?”
But you just decided to pull her towards the Stark cabin on the property. It was a small walk from the lake and you reached there within a few minutes.
You unlocked the door using your thumbprint.
“Come on in, my Princess.”
You said, picking her up in a bridal carry and carrying her inside.
You carried her to the nearest bedroom and placed her on the bed. You kissed her softly and looked at her. Her eyes seemed a bit unsure now.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes. It's my first time. What if it hurts? What if I am not good? What if-”
You cut her ramble off with another kiss and pulled away.
“We can stop if you wish to. Anytime. I am right here with you. Okay?”
She nodded and you placed another kiss on her lips before finding a vulnerable place on her dress and tearing it down to her navel. You softly push it out of the way and take her nipple in your mouth while stimulating the other with your thumb and index finger.
She gasps as you bite her nipple.
“So fucking beautiful.”
You whisper to yourself more than her, but she hears it and a blush spreads across her neck.
She gasps again when you finally tear down her dress entirely and start placing kisses and bites all over her stomach before finally licking her sticky wet center.
“Fuck!”
She exclaims and you look up.
“That is the plan.”
You dive in again, licking the pussy. She writhes under you and tries to both pull you closer and push you away as she is extremely sensitive because of the recent claim stake.
“Cum.”
You command and keep eating her. She lets go and you suck on her clit and her entire pussy to collect all her pleasure.
She is convulsing for a bit before she calms down and you keep licking her to keep her nice and wet for the bigger intrusion waiting for her.
You stand up and remove your shirt and then your pants. She looks at you hungrily as you strip and she grabs your hard dick over your underwear.
She moans at its size and you pull it out.
“Suck.”
You command and she crawls over taking your tip in her mouth. She sucks and licks your head, but you have had enough and you take a hold of her hair and push more than half of your length in her mouth.
You hold her there till her mascara runs down her face. You pull it out to let her take a breath before pushing it in again and fucking her throat.
After a few turns, she is bobbing her head on the dick herself. You make her gag on your dick a few times before pushing her onto her back and biting down hard on your fresh claim.
She wails with pleasure and pain and you softly push your tip inside her. But, she does not say her safe word and you keep going.
She gasps and writhes under you. But you hold her in place and push a few more inches into her. She holds on close to you and you stop for a moment.
“Are you okay, Princess?”
You ask and she nods in your neck.
“Good girl, good girl. Just a bit more to go.”
She nods again and you finally push your entire length inside her.
That makes her wail loud in the sudden intrusion and pain and you lick her neck, your claim and kiss her to soothe her pain. You keep kissing her till she calms down a bit.
After a few minutes, you feel her starting to move under you, trying to get some friction and you start moving softly in and out of her. She moans and you finally start fucking her.
You start slow and steady but increase your speed when she starts asking for more. You start pumping in and out of her hard and fast and she holds onto your back with her sharp nails. You pick her up by her ass and push her against a wall.
“This is going to get hard and harsh now. Understood?”
She nods and you start fucking her harder. She bounces on your dick and you push a finger in her asshole.
She gasps at the sudden intrusion and cums hard on your dick.
“You like that, huh?”
You ask as you keep fucking her. Her face is adorned with blush and she hides her face in your neck.
“Look at me.”
You command and she pulls away to look into your eyes.
“Did you like it when I stimulated your asshole?”
She nods.
“Verbal confirmation.”
“Yes. I loved it.”
“Good girl.”
She cums a few more times after that and you keep on fuckingbher through all her orgasms before shooting your load in her.
“I am going to knot.”
You declare and she opens up her legs a bit wider to accommodate you.
“Give it to me, please.”
You nod and take her to bed. You move both of you in a comfortable position, her on top of you before expanding her entire pussy with your knot and connecting both of you. She shrieks as she is opened up so much and you suck her boobs to relieve her pain a bit.
You pull away and kiss your exhausted fiance.
“You did so good, My Princess.”
She whines and tries to move before pain shoots down your knot.
“Don't. We have to wait till the knot goes down.”
She whines and hides her face in your neck.
“I love you.”
She grumbles resembling something of a response of a similar kind and you smile before both of you are pulled into a slumber.
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The next morning, you wake up with morning wood. Your wood is enveloped by warmth and you start pumping in and out before soft moans completely wake you up.
She is moaning in her sleep and you increase your speed and pressure to fuck her and she wakes up when you hit one of her sore spots from last night.
“So, now that you can fuck me, you will just use me as a fuck hole, huh?”
Your dick gets more strained at that.
“Oh, you like that, don't you?”
You pump in her hard and hold onto her throat.
“Of course I do, my fuck hole.”
You kiss her. You fuck her till she cums and you empty your load in her again before pulling out of her and she whines at the emptiness.
“Don't wear anything. We are here for two more days and I am hoping to take complete advantage.”
You smirk and spank her pussy as she whines and leaps to you before you run away.
“Go and get ready. I am making breakfast.”
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the alpha’s trophy | s.rogers
[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, kidnapping, praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (female recieving), forced orgasms, omega heat, domestic!steve, my attempt at politics
A/N: This probably should’ve been two parts but oh well! (model is @enchated_noir)
In which you’re the last Omega and Steve’s the most influential Alpha in the country.
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Your bare feet padded against the wooden floor of Bruce Banner’s downstairs hallway. It was past your bedtime, a strict nine-thirty, but some nights you got curious what the bumbling man got up to at night. His office was on the first floor of his brownstone, with double doors leading to a spacious but paperwork covered room. You made sure to tip toe as you peaked inside, thankful that he was probably too much in a hurry to make sure it was closed.
Blue holograms surrounded the room, each one representing a living person and almost each you now recognized. When you first met Bruce, you hadn’t realized just how famous he was and it was too late to be cautious of his sad and volatile past. He’d moved past it, he explained to you, and he was gonna help you control your inconvenient gene as well. That’s what the medicine was for.
Apparently, you had your own inner demon to fight off, “Bruce, all your leads seem to be coming up empty,” That voice was James Rhodes, the Iron Patriot, Tony Stark’s former right hand man, “I’ve spent the last two months combing through mountains in Veracruz using the device and absolutely nothing. Before that, Washington, Montreal, and Savannah. I spent half a year in Cork and never got close to an alert. You’ve been around the world yourself and you still have faith in this thing?”
Bruce always seems grumpy on the mornings after these meetings. He was always the smartest in the room and people could treat him sometimes like he wasn’t, “We have DNA collected from some of the last Omegas that ever existed and we have DNA from perhaps the strongest Alpha in the world. It’s in their chemistry for Alpha’s to find Omega’s and the device is able to completely, although artificially, utilize that ability. It’s a science. A science I have mastered. The problem isn’t with the device.”
“Then what is the problem, Bruce?” Bucky Barnes, you recognized that voice too. He’s the one who gives Bruce the most headaches. You could also recognize him by the energy he gave off, energy you could feel even through the hologram.
“The problem is simply that this crisis is worse than we feared. We haven’t come across an Omega yet because there are most likely less than ten of them left on this entire planet. If that.”
You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips and Bruce turned around, meeting your eyes for a second before pretending that he hadn’t noticed you. He didn’t want them to know you were there for some reason.
“He won’t take that as an answer,” Bucky responded and you leaned in closer, gently placing your hand on the knob. You knew Bruce would be angry but you cared more for hearing the rest of the conversation, “If there is even one left, he wants them, and he won’t stop searching. Even if it is a one in a seven billion chance, Dr. Banner.”
Bruce leaned against his desk, his arms crossed in front of him as he blew out a sigh, “There’s always an evolutionary reason for things like this. They weren’t snapped away, they slowly stopped being born and they died out. Tell Steve this or not, I don’t care, but it seems the universe is telling us to move on. Alphas will mate with Betas and Betas will mate with those who are not ranked. The world goes on.”
“Bruce-”
Bruce interrupts Rhodes, “Hey, maybe ask Captain Marvel if she’ll fly you an alien omega from another planet,” The scientist didn’t let the two men get anything out before pressing a button on his computer that ended the call.
You took a step back, wondering if you could make a dash upstairs and avoid his wrath, “Don’t,” You heard his voice on the other side of the door before one of the double doors swung open.
You took a breath, “Hi,” You whispered.
“Hi,” Bruce seemed to smile even though he really didn’t want to. He looked down at your small figure, deciding that, like usual, he just couldn’t get truly angry at you. Although he was a Beta and completely outranked you, he never treated you that way, “I thought you were fast asleep.”
“I was…” You tiptoed around the truth. “I couldn’t sleep and … you never talk much about the stuff you do.”
“You’re curious,” Bruce placed his hand on your shoulders, a comforting and warm feeling flowed through, as he slowly turned you in the direction of the kitchen, “I suppose I can’t blame you for that. You know what always helps me sleep?”
You perked up, looking over your shoulder at him, “Milk and cookies?”
“Milk and cookies,” He nodded in agreement, leading you into the small kitchen. All the appliances were on one side, a wooden dining table on the other, with a view of Bruce’s tiny yard. There was a small garden outside though all the plants were dead since Bruce was often too busy and not home enough. You wished you could tend to it but you weren’t allowed outside.
You watched as he retrieved the store-bought cookies from the freezer and you helped him separate them on the pan, “I assume you heard a lot of my conversation.”
“A little,” You shrugged.
“Y/N,” He warned, “C’mon, what are you thinking?”
“That I’ve never …met an Alpha before,” You spoke honestly.
“Well, they’re getting rare these days as well. I suppose that’s a good thing that there’s less ego. If you’re lucky, you’ll never meet one.”
You nodded although you still had questions, “But why exactly can’t I meet one?”
Bruce was quiet for a moment, like he suddenly realized how delicate this topic was, “Alphas and Omegas are a natural pair but Omegas are outnumbered. Too outnumbered.”
“You said that there are probably less than ten of us,” You remembered, “Did you mean that?”
“Yes,” Bruce spoked quickly, “But it’s an estimate. It’s been thirty years since anyone has seen a living Omega.”
“But I’m not the last one, right?” You asked, “You could find another? Why don’t you use me to help? I could help.”
“Y/N,” Bruce said, snapping you from your delusions, “It’s a miracle I found you. A complete miracle. And I promised your Grandmother that I wouldn’t experiment on you, that’s the last thing that she wanted. In the wrong person’s hands, that’s exactly what you’d be. She wanted you protected.”
You weren’t sure exactly how you should feel. You had no idea you could be more isolated. It was all you had known. You spent the first eighteen years of your life with Nana and then the next three with Bruce. You’d never gone to a real school or had real friends and yet this was the first time you were truly alone. You were one of the last ones left. There was no one out there to truly understand you.
The two of you sat at the dining table after the cookies cooled off, your legs tucked beneath you, as you leaned over your plate, “Why do you lie to your friends on the blue computer things?”
“I used to call a lot of people my friends. Now things are different and I just don’t agree with the things they stand for anymore.”
“So why do you talk to them?”
“They’re connected to an important person. I can’t really afford to be on their bad side.”
“The man who’s looking for someone like me?” You pressed further.
Bruce hadn’t realized you comprehended so much and he noted that he would have to start taking his meetings elsewhere. Bruce dipped his last cookie in his glass, eating the whole thing in one bite before dusting off his hands, “I think that’s enough for tonight. You won’t be able to sleep with so much on your mind.”
“There’s already so much to think about,” You whined, “I can handle it, I promise. Besides, who am I gonna talk to about it?”
“That’s enough for tonight,” Bruce spoke firmly, “We both could use some rest.”
Once you found sleep it was relatively peaceful but you were jolted awake by your blanket being ripped from on top of you. You didn’t realize your heart could beat so fast and you were immediately angry at Bruce who had scared you within an inch of your life, “Get up,” He spoke aggressively, “Put your things in this. Pack only the things you need.”
He tossed you a black backpack that you had a feeling would not fit enough of your precious knick knacks that you’d acquired over the past few years. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, “W-What’s wrong?” You asked as he made his way to the door, “Bruce!”
“We’ve been here too long, Y/N,” He ran his fingers through his hair, his voice losing breath, “I’m taking you somewhere safe. I-It’s, uhm, everything’s fine. Just pack up and come downstairs.”
You did as he said, grabbing a maroon sweater to drape over your nightgown before grabbing more clothing items to put in the bag. You decided on one stuffed animal, a squishy version of a panda bear, before grabbing a few toiletries from your bathroom including your white pills.
You slipped on a pair of black boots, strapped on the backpack, and hurried your way down the stairs. This moment felt exactly how it did when your Nana’s heart gave out and Bruce was whisking you away to a land you’d never been before.
“Bruce, I’m ready,” You hurried to the bottom of the stairs only to see a gun being pointed at the side of Bruce’s head. The man holding the gun was dressed in black, an arrow strapped to his back, and intricate tattoos decorating his arm. There was another man with dark skin who’s determined look seemed to be replaced by a dropped jaw at the sight of me, “Bruce.”
“God almighty,” The man with the gun spoke, taking me in. Bruce gave you a panicked look and for the first time it seemed like he didn’t have a plan. You did the only thing you could think to do. You turned on your heel and ran back up the stairs, “Go, Sam.”
You made it back to your bedroom, locking it behind you as you ran to your window. There was a pounding at the door but it wasn’t louder than the pounding in your ears. You manage to get it open before your door is completely broken down. You were halfway onto the landing before you were wrapped in strong arms and yanked back inside. You dug your nails into the man until he groaned in pain but he never let you go.
As your hands desperately grabbed at the stair railing, you heard a deafening sound from too close nearby. Sam hurried down the stairs with you in his arms and he finally let you go when he reached the bottom, “W-What did you do?” You scrambled to your feet, looking over the couch to see Bruce on the floor, the carpet around his head soaking with blood.
“Resisting arrest by a government official,” The man declared and you felt your knees give out beneath you.
“She doesn’t smell like one, Clint,” Sam commented.
“He’s probably been feeding her suppressants. Makes sense why we haven’t had a lead in years,” They spoke about you like you were an object and perhaps that’s what you were, “Cuff her, let’s go.”
You didn’t resist as your arms were pulled behind your back and a black sack was hauled over your head. It’s like your body wanted to shut down, to free you from the terror in your mind, and you could barely feel a thing as you were led outside. It was the first time you’d truly been outside for years and you couldn’t even feel the sun on your skin.
You could hear the roaring sound of a large engine and you were lifted inside before a door was slammed shut. You couldn’t tell if you were alive. You told yourself to breathe but breathing led to hyperventilating. There was not enough air in your lungs nor inside the hood over your head and the oxygen ran out soon and your thoughts trailed off to nowhere.
Steve and Bucky sat side by side in the back of the armored vehicle. Fort Lehigh was their destination, newly revamped in Steve’s honor and now the largest army base in the country. Bucky handed Steve a phone displaying a live feed of your room.
His first impression of you was how small you were and how you looked even smaller due to the fact that you were curled up tightly in a ball. The bed wasn’t small and you didn’t seem to lack any blankets, you were just seeking comfort within your own skin.
“How long has she been off the suppressants?” Steve asked, concern laced in his tone that he would only show to his closest friend.
“Almost 72 hours,” Bucky answered.
“And no one has been allowed near her?”
“No, only the unranked, just like you asked. I doubt anyone will make a move against you, they know where your eyes are set.”
“Still, it’ll be hard for any Alpha to resist her when she fully presents as an Omega. I need to make an offer to Capitol Hill.”
After Tony Stark’s death and Thanos’s defeat, Steve became even more of a symbol. Now, he was the highest ranking American soldier and had more political influence than any politician, “They’ll be touted as heroes for giving the last Omega to their most respected soldier.”
“But they’ll still want something to line their pockets,” Steve said, looking down at the small screen. You still hadn’t moved and Steve wondered how much they scared you during the retrieval. Steve cleared his throat, handing the phone back over. The car was getting closer to the center of the base and he’d be face to face with you soon. He adjusted the front of his suit, a darker version of the usual red, white and blue, “Whatever they ask, make sure they get it.”
“Aye, aye.”
The room barely had any blankets or pillows. One pillow and one blanket. You were completely freezing and all you wanted to do was be under a mountain of blankets and stuffed animals. There were no stuffed animals either and you’d probably never see your old ones again. And fuzzy socks. No fuzzy socks. This place was a complete prison.
In a panic you rearranged the room, moving the mattress beneath the bed and laying the blanket on top to create a tent. They never turned the lights off here either so the time of day was lost on you.
The door to your cell creaked open and you assumed someone was here to drop off food but an extremely deep voice said your name. The name vibrated through you, widening your eyes, and raising every hair on your body. It felt as if you were hearing it for the first time.
You didn’t move but the door closed and the footsteps became louder. His smell enveloped the room, warm and woodsy, like tobacco leaf and vanilla. You completely felt him before you saw him. You could picture him as everything about him had already invaded your every sense.
He kneeled down, lifting the blanket that was shielding you in your tent. It was like a scary movie, the murderous villain finally shows him face, only to be extremely handsome. You were still frightened nonetheless. He scanned you fully examining you like one of his missions.
Steve Rogers.
You were surprised when he let the blanket fall and let you be enveloped by darkness once again. His footsteps faded and the cell door opened, “She needs blankets. Soft things. Find whatever you can. And kill the lights at night, no one can sleep that way. Understand?”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
Steve was right. You weren’t tucked away under the bed anymore, you were gathering everything soft they’d given you and creating an intricate nest on the floor. Every pillow was arranged perfectly, contorting to the shape of your body as you finally slept peacefully.
“These young kids have never even seen a young Omega in their lifetime. I didn’t realize they’d have no idea how to care for one,” Steve stood beside Bucky, watching you through the two way mirror.
“It’s a shame,” Bucky shook his head, “I remember when we were younger and we thought you’d turn out to be an Omega.”
Steve smiled, “I proved myself, didn’t I?”
“You sure did,” Bucky nodded, “She could turn out to be something great too. A symbol, I mean. People think the reason we lost so many Omegas is because of how corrupt our society has become. You two … you could represent a transition back to good, American values.”
Steve couldn’t even admit how much the idea of that excited him, “I’ve let you hang around too many politicians.”
“I’m Mr. America, Cap’s Best Friend. Don’t forget that,” Bucky nudged him, “What’s stopping you from just taking her and running?”
“I’m gonna do this right,” Steve responded, “And the suppressants haven’t worn off, I want to be absolutely certain of what she is. Besides that, I’m making other preparations. Everything will eventually go public and people will either want to sell her or experiment on her. I need a safehouse, one much better than Banner’s.”
“What was he thinking?” Bucky asked in disbelief. He was the one who spotted you during the meeting. You were the eyes peeking through the door of Banner’s office.
Steve knew exactly what happened, “He was still trying to be the good guy.” Years ago, he would’ve done the same.
The next time Steve visited your room, you were less on edge but your body was starting to drive you crazy. You had random crying fits even when you weren’t sad and moments where it felt like your blood was on fire. The only thing that soothed you was your pile of soft things.
He leaned against the wall, arms folded in front of him, like a guard, “You had him killed.”
Steve shook his head, “No,” He also didn’t send Clint and Sam there with orders to take him peacefully, “But I’m sorry for your loss.”
You didn’t believe him, that was clear, “He was your friend before he knew me.”
“When you get older, you’ll understand friends often grow apart,” That was something Bruce would’ve said to you.
“And I guess I’ll make friends one day from inside the box I’m forced to live in,” You responded, playing with the fringe on a teal blanket.
“You won’t feel trapped for long.”
Next he was gonna say you’ll have plenty of space to roam, like you were an animal, “You’re the man who was looking for someone like me?”
“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N,” You sucked in a breath, “And as my luck would have it, you’re here.”
“What do you want to use me for?”
The captain’s eyes seemed to narrow on you, “What do you think I would like to use you for?”
He was toying with you and you wished you weren’t in such a low position compared to him, “Bruce said bad people would want to experiment on me. He said I was one of the last ones.”
“You are the last Omega, honey,” Steve pushed away from the wall, stalking closer, “And just like Bruce, I don’t want you to be an experiment either.”
“But … you won’t give me my pills.”
“Those pills repress the most special part of you. That’s the part I’m interested in,” Steve crouched down, getting closer to eye level with you, “You don’t know much about yourself, do you?”
You glared at him, and you were angered at what he seemed to be implying. Yes, you were younger and less experienced but you were not stupid. Anger was soon replaced by a new feeling as his eyes settled on your lips. You stood up from the mattress, crossing the room to create more distance.
“What if I don’t want to go with you?”
Steve hung his head for a moment and you could tell that was not the reaction he wanted. He stood next, and you realized just how much bigger he was than you. You were a third of him, his shadow immediately draping over you, a wall of muscle you could barely see past.
“I know that coming off the suppressants is making you feel weird . . . emotional, even, but it’ll pass. You’ll feel normal-”
“I-I’m emotional because you . . . y-you killed my friend and I’m stuck here!” You were surprised you raised your voice but you needed him to hear you. Your voice was smaller than his and your voiced seemed to bounce right off of him and crumble to the floor. Still, your frustrations flowed out, “I don’t know you, I don’t know where I am, and everything here tastes like … l-like cardboard! None of my clothes are here, my panda is gone, and there’s no bad reality television to watch!”
Steve smiled, “Keep going, sweetheart.”
You had the urge to scream but you clenched your fist instead. Steve watched as you began to pace, “This is what I was warned about. Those pills keep me from being w-weak . . . a-and crazy and I’m not supposed to be like this,” Tears stung your eyes before they fell down your cheeks, “I'm not supposed to be here with you.”
“Come here, Y/N,” Your body went rigid as his voice shivered through you. You looked up at him in shock as it wasn’t you who was in control of your movements, “Come closer.”
He’d changed his voice, it had the same deepness but it was now dripping in influence. Control.
A test.
You tried to shake your head but couldn’t. You were still upset, your throat still tight from the crying, and you felt the lack of control was gonna make your mood worsen.
“Y/N,” He tried again and you actively fought it.
“No,” You struggled to say, your voice a whimper, “Please.”
Now, you were desperate. Steve liked that word on your lips and he liked those tear stained cheeks more than he’d probably admit.
“Come,” He ordered again and your body moved towards its Master, “That’s it, good Omega. Good girl.”
Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him and your head rested on his chest. A switch flipped inside you as you were enveloped in his warmth and a part of you seemed to roar awake as his large hands pet the curls atop your head. Your worries faded, your heartbeat evened out, and the flame beneath your skin was extinguished.
It was euphoric.
Steve went into the ice unmated, and once he awoke, all the Omegas were gone. Something shifted within him as well and even he marveled at how quickly nature took its course. The sound of his voice was enough to quell your tantrum. All you needed was to be reminded of your place. You’d have him to guide you and to protect you. Steve would make sure you wanted for nothing.
When you pulled away from his embrace, your hands roamed cautiously over his uniform, feeling every divet and wanting desperately to feel his skin. Your smaller hand grabbed his, your doe eyes staring up at him. What were the chances that the last Omega in the world would be this beautiful?
Steve was curious about your next movements as you led him over to your makeshift bed. You pointed down to the bed, expecting him to understand but he was left guessing, “You want me to lie down, honey?”
You nodded, the relaxed daze you were in had left you speechless. Steve did as you wanted, wondering how it was that he was taking the orders now. Normal, non-hypnotized you, would’ve found it funny watching the monster of a man lay there on a twin sized mattress. Now, all you wanted was to be protected in his embrace. You kept your hand in his, laying down right next to him.
Next, you closed your eyes and found the coziest dreamland.
Two days later, the scientists on the base declared that it was likely that the suppressants were no longer in your system. You were at your most natural state but it couldn’t feel much more foreign than it did. Steve was wrong, the emotional fits continued but now it was due to the fact that he’d left you alone, clinging to a pillow that still smelt like him. You missed him and hated that you missed him.
That morning, your breakfast arrived as well as a stack of folded clothes. You knew it was a sign that you were leaving the room but that brought new fears you hadn’t even considered. You were trading this prison for another but there had to be some way out. Steve couldn’t possibly have everything figured out. But what if he did? And he’d overpower you easily so what was there left to do.
You were beginning to think it might be better to be a science experiment rather than his puppet.
The clothing provided was a pink, floral, knee-length dress and a clean pair of white sneakers. Undergarments were provided, of course, but you wondered if Steve had a hand in picking those. Before you could stop yourself, you brought the dress to your nose, needing to know if he had touched them.
You sensed no trace of him and immediately felt embarrassed that you desired him. That emotion turned to anger and you decided that you wanted to stay a little longer in the white box. You tossed the clothes to the side, focusing on fueling yourself instead. When your food was done, you stared at the two way mirror, a scowl on your face, and you hoped Steve was on the other side.
The door opened again thirty minutes later and you were fully prepared for Steve but a woman entered instead, unranked, and dressed like a lawyer. She smiled at you, her dark hair tucked neatly in a bun behind her hair, as she closed the door behind her, “Y/N, I’m Maria Hill, It’s nice to meet you.”
You scanned her over, unable to even truly imagine how disheveled you must look in comparison to her. She glances quickly over to the clothes that are tossed to the side of the room. “Where’s Steve?”
“He’s going to meet us at our next location but don’t even worry about him, think of me as your advocate. I’m going to explain all the legal jargon so it’s not-”
“Legal?” Your eyebrows raised, “Where are we going?”
“Washington, D.C.,” She said, “A senate subcommittee meeting is being held concerning your … well-being.”
You shook your head, “I don’t understand. W-Why does the Senate care about me? Do lots of people know about me? How many?”
“As of this morning, the world knows,” She spoke, although her eyes said that she knew she was delivering devastating news, “Our government has a duty to protect you, Y/N. They’re deciding the next steps they need to make in order to ensure your safety.”
“I’m safe here,” You rushed out, panic beginning to set in, “Just let me stay here. I-I don’t want to go anywhere else.”
“Listen, I know this is frightening but this is your chance to ensure your own freedom,” That snapped you from the fog of anxiety, “You can show them who you are, that you’re your own person with feelings and needs. You can say whatever you want to them. This isn’t the 50’s anymore, the only thing they want to force you to do is to stay alive.”
You swallowed.
You weren’t even sure who you were and you weren't even sure you could even think of words to describe yourself that didn’t seem juvenile. Steve had the upper hand in that arena as well. You didn’t know him well but you could tell he was sure of himself.
You stayed close to Maria the entire time, during the helicopter ride and the car ride to the Capital. As you got closer, you saw thousands of people lined up on the street just to see the line of black limos pass by. There was no hiding it, the world knew your name and there was no hiding your scent.
A group of eight Secret Service agents surrounded you the entire time, up the white steps and into the prestigious building. You couldn’t see much past them. You could only hear the roar of a crowd and the snapping of pictures.
Once you were inside, the agents parted only to let someone into you and Maria’s bubble. You hadn’t seen Steve since you’d cuddle up to him in bed and you didn't realize you’d feel the same euphoria as before just by being a foot away from him. You kept your hands to your side, resisting any desire to reach out and grab him, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,'' was the first thing he said. You could say the same as he was dressed in a fancy black suit, his lapel decorated with several different medals of honor.
Your lips parted although no words left them. That made him smirk.
“You’re not nervous, are you?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Good,” He stated, “There’s no need to be nervous when I’ll be there, understand?”
You nodded, feeling like a puppet.
“Tell me you understand, honey.”
“I . . . I understand,” You found your voice and you gave Maria a suspecting look which Steve seemed to notice.
“Is that all, Captain?” Maria asked, “The meeting is starting soon.”
“Yes,” He leaned down to whisper in your ear in that life-shaking, influencing tone, “You’re mine.”
The pictures didn’t stop even as you entered the meeting room. The room was huge with wood walls and expensive looking golden fixtures everywhere. The group of 12 senators sat in a half circle behind a curved wooden desk, elevated a few feet from the crowd. You walked with Maria past several rows of pews filled with people. There wasn’t enough room for everyone to sit, leaving reporters and photographers standing on the sides of the room, snapping pictures, and calling out your name in order to get your take on the situation.
The room felt airless and it made it even worse that you felt you were moving in quicksand. Maria was keeping you upright, tethering you to the planet you mentally felt so far away from, leading you to the second table placed in front of the congress members. When you sat beside her, you wanted to stop yourself from looking behind you but you couldn’t help herself. Like you expected, everyone’s attention was locked on you. From all angles, there was no way you could escape it.
Your eyes met Steve’s who was sitting in the adjacent table to yours, right next to Bucky Barnes. You realized that Steve was going to be a voice in this matter, most likely arguing against whatever you wanted for yourself.
With your feet dangling above the group in the large chair, it was hard to think the two of you were on the same level.
The meeting had started but you felt outside your body and you realized you were only staring instead of listening. Everything seemed to get quiet and you were suddenly back in your body. You had no idea how long it had been since you sat down or why everyone seemed to be waiting.
Maria squeezed your hand which was sweaty and resting on the table in front of you. She leaned over to say, “Senator Ochoa addressed you,” She gave you a reassuring smile, “She wants you to introduce yourself and talk about how you ended up here today. Just stand and share what you’re comfortable with.”
You didn’t know you’d have to stand to speak and you were almost considering falling over and faking a heart attack. Steadying yourself on shaking legs, you suddenly realized you had no idea who that senator was. You scanned their nameplates, your eyes landing on a brown skinned woman with straight white hair.
You were suddenly aware it had been an uncomfortable amount of silence since someone last spoke. Still, you were getting up the courage, deciding to focus on the woman as a way to not focus on the hundred of people whose eyes were on you, “Hi … I’m Y/N … Y/L/N-” Already there were whispers and you looked down at Maria who was urging you to continue, “I-I didn’t know I was coming here today and I’ve . . . never even been in a room with more than 3 people until now. The past few days have probably been the worst of my life but . . . before that, I grew up with my grandmother. She protected me and she homeschool me for my entire life. When she died, Dr. Banner took me in-”
Everyone was in tune to every word you said, like your life was the most interesting thing in the world. Truthfully, your life still wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things and you disliked the seriousness people were now assigning it.
“He kept me safe and loved me like his own. He was . . .” You held in your tears but your eyes still watered, “He was murdered by one of your government officials and now I’m here. That’s my life, Congresswoman.”
She addressed you again, “Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. We’re all aware this environment is abnormal for you, that’s why we had Agent Hill help represent you today. Please feel free to ask questions if you don’t understand something,” You nodded, “If I may continue, in the official report, it says that Dr. Banner pulled a knife on Agent Barton. You mentioned that he kept you safe. Would it be safe to say that he would kill for you?”
“I didn’t know him as a killer, and I was there, I know for a fact that he didn’t try to hurt Agent Barton. There was a gun pointed to his head-” You tried to control your tone, not wanting to come off as angry, although that was all you felt when you thought about how he died, “No, he wouldn’t have.”
Another Senator spoke up, “Miss Y/L/N, isn’t it true that Dr. Banner didn’t clue you in to much of his business? Did you know that he had sold the government fake tracking devices and was sending our agents on wild goose chases around the world?”
“Well …” You couldn’t lie, especially around this many people, “I didn’t know that exactly. I did know that Omegas were being searched for and that . . and that-”
“Did you or did you not know the device was fake, Miss Y/LN?”
You looked down at Maria and she simply told you to be honest, “No, I didn’t.”
You were asked a few more questions and the only thing the Senators seemed to learn was that you knew nothing at all. When it seemed they were getting nowhere with me, they moved to Steve, and many of the Senator’s eyes seemed to light up when the hundred year old man began to speak.
“The matter of today is not to determine the cause of Dr. Banner’s death nor is it meant to decide his intentions. Whether we believe he was right or wrong, the law was broken. It was established years ago, that any Omega must be turned over to authorities,” Steve was confident and precise, “Of course, we’ve never had to actually deal with that possible issue until now. There’s no point in wasting time. We’ll need a plan to keep Miss Y/L/N safe and then procedures in place in case another Omega is found. Miss Y/L/N’s surfacing gives hope for a promising future but we can’t deny that her presence will bring challenges.”
The conversation shifted to one that you no longer felt a part of.
“What’s a sure way that an Omega remains protected?” One Senator asked.
“A mate,” Another one answered.
“Are you suggesting the government play matchmaker?” Senator Ochoa seemed to be one of the few not under Steve’s influence.
“As Captain Rogers said before, Senator, a sole Omega will attract much unwanted attention. Having a mate, a physical bond, would provide the most protection,” You could feel Steve’s eyes on you although you couldn’t face him. You worried he’d gain the ability to control you with his eyes next.
You watched as a debate began between the Senators, some calling it blasphemous but too many suggestions involved sacrificing self interest for the greater good. You turned to Maria who seemed surprised by the direction of the conversation as well. She stood next and you mentally let out a breath of relief as you weren’t sure you could eloquently get your point across, “It must be her own choice of who her mate should be. Arranged matings are not the sort of precedent we want to set in this country.”
“I’m afraid this precedent has already been set, Agent Hill,” Senator Brinkley chimed in, “With the decline in new Omegas during the 60’s, arranged matings were very common and even arranged by local governments. I urge Miss Y/L/N to consider the incentives we’d be required to provide her for her trouble.”
“Her trouble? Money is not something that would compensate for any sort of emotional distress.”
“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Ranked humans are meant to have mates. Omegas are born to be paired with Alphas. It’s in all of our natures.”
You saw Maria running into a dead end and your anxiety grew worse, “I hadn’t realized this was an ambush. I am moving that we schedule another meeting a few days from now. That way we can have more time-”
“Time is of the essence, Agent Hill,” Steve interrupted.
“Captain Rogers is correct,” Senator Neal, the subcommittee chairman, made his final declaration, “We can arrange another meeting soon but the problem at hand must have a solution for now. We simply cannot take the chance of losing our last Omega. For the time being, Miss Y/L/N will be turned over to Captain Steve Rogers. As our most decorated military member and one of our highest ranking Alphas, I believe she’ll be in great care.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” You heard Maria say before you tuned out the world around you.
Being one of the few Omegas, you thought you might be treated as less than but until now you hadn’t realized how true that would be. It was stupid to let the crowds and reporters fool you. They were watching you like an animal in the zoo because that’s exactly what you were now.
When you tuned in again, a calloused hand had wrapped around your tiny one and you were standing in front of a flock of reporters. You looked up at Steve and he had the same confidence and seriousness in his look as he spoke to them. He’d probably have no problem convincing the public that this was the right choice.
You had to walk fast to keep up with him. Maria was gone, you weren’t sure when you had lost her, but now you were surrounded by even more people that you didn’t know. At some point you were sitting in a car listening to Steve talk on the phone to what sounded like a news outlet. Then at another point you were being pulled out of a car and lifted into strong arms. You supposed Steve had gotten tired of your short legs.
It was loud on the asphalt, you heard the whirring sound of the engine as you were carried closer to it. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your head tilted into the side of his neck as you inhaled the most enticing scent, “The hard part is over, honey. You can relax now.”
You ran to what you hoped was the bathroom once you awoke and saw that you were on TV. Your eyes were closed as you wretched but you could still see a scared little girl standing shyly next to the strongest soldier in the world. Why did you let him whisk you away when you could’ve stood up for yourself? Why could you not think for yourself at all when you touched him?
When you finished vomiting into the toilet, you made your way over to the sink, and you saw a figure standing behind you as your eyes first opened again, “Your toothbrush is in the first drawer to the right. All your things are on the right side, mine on the left. The closets are organized the same way.” You opened the door and surely there was a pink, electric toothbrush.
You truly got a chance to look at the bathroom which had tall ceilings, a fancy shower, his and hers sinks, and the impossibly clean mirror in front of you, “I don’t have any clothes,” You countered, adding toothpaste to the tip.
“I had a few things brought from Banner’s house and I had more purchased for you.”
You shifted, not having expected he would go as far to get you clothes you’d actually be comfortable in. You didn’t let that ease you, your stomach still feeling unsettled as you began to brush your teeth. Steve’s eyes stayed on you, watching you as if you might dust away at any moment.
“I know it was scary being seen by all those people,” Steve said, leaning in the bathroom doorway. He almost looked unfamiliar in a black t-shirt and black sweatpants, “You represent something good, that’s all, that’s why people care so much.”
You spit the contents in your mouth into the sink, wiping your mouth as you turn off the water, “You knew how it would affect me but you caused it. Maria said that yesterday–”
“Two days ago, you’ve been asleep for awhile,” He corrected you. Your brows furrowed and you finally noticed the clothes you were wearing. A men’s plaid button up that went all the way down to your knees.
You couldn’t possibly have slept for two days, “You keep using your stupid Alpha voice on me and now I’m losing track of time. The last thing I remember was getting on the plane. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Your eyes were wide, panic setting in again.
“Y/N, you fell asleep because your body was exhausted and my touch allows for it to relax. You’re not losing your mind, I promise, just learning more about yourself.”
It didn’t make sense. You had no idea that Alpha’s had that power over Omegas, “That doesn’t change what you did. Maria said that the meeting was an ambush. You planned it. You knew what decision they were going to make.”
“Yes,” Steve nodded, “I pushed them in the correct direction.”
You shook your head, “I’d rather be back in the white box than here with you. I’d rather even be where Bruce is now. I hope you know that. Whatever little voice you use, or whoever I turn into when you touch me, that’s not who I am. I hate you.”
You were surprised to see him falter, to see anger threaten to show on his features, and you realized the noble man wasn’t always so stoic.
He straightened himself, his arms still crossed across his chest as he came closer, “I don’t need to use my voice to control you, Y/N. And my voice is not going to be the reason that you’ll do exactly as I say from now on. Would you rather my touch be unkind to you? I can bend you over my lap and show you how unkind I can be. Do you under-”
You caught him by surprise again as you made a break for it, running around him and through the master bedroom. He was stronger but you were much smaller. You couldn’t outrun him but you could exercise what little control you had left.
With tears stinging your eyes, your bare feet padded down a long wooden hallway until arriving at a staircase. Steve wasn’t running but you could hear his heavy steps behind you. You felt you were running through a museum as you began to look around at the decor. You were surrounded by traditional fixtures, moody colors, and a whole lot of war memorabilia.
At the end of the stairs, you saw the front door and ran to turn the knob though it did not budge. You looked through the sidelights, noting that the home you were in was in the middle of a cul de sac and you saw rows of identical looking houses all the way in the distance.
“Y/N!” You kept moving. Steve sounded more annoyed than angry now as he followed you through the kitchen’s swinging doors. You stopped in your tracks, meeting eyes with three people, a woman who was cutting vegetables on a cutting board, a woman who was wiping down a dining table, and a young guy in overalls installing something near the back door.”
You felt Steve’s hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, guys. Y/N desperately wanted a tour. Y/N, this is our chef, Cynthia. Our housekeeper, Amy. And Andrew is taking care of some things around the house, helping us get settled in.”
It looked like he was installing a similar security device to the back door.
It was your turn to say something as both Amy and Cynthia gave you warm smiles. The only thoughts crossing your mind pertained to Steve’s hands on your shoulder, “Will you both be having lunch in the dining room?” Cynthia asked.
“No, just have it sent up in about … an hour,” Steve responded, “Thank you.”
Steve was leading you out of the kitchen and, as soon as you were out of their sites, you were thrown over his shoulder. You expected a cool remark but Steve was quiet as he carried you back up to the room.
He set you on your feet, only to keep his promise by bending you over his lap. He’d sat at the edge of the bed, pinning your arms to your side as he held your body as close as possible. He only had to lift the shirt a small bit to completely expose your body.
“Cynthia and Amy will help us for our first weeks together. Your first real heat will come soon and we’ll need to be together, they’ll be able to keep the house together,” You squirmed as his fingers caressed the back of your thighs, threatening to dip into the gap between your parted legs, “When your heat is much more managed, or when your belly wells up with my child, you’ll take on those duties of maintaining the house. A military base is not where I want us to live forever but it will do for the time being.”
He’d thought all of this over, most likely in great detail, he’d had a chance to process it and he expected that you’d do the same. Still, he gave you little time to panic over that impending doom as he began to lay hard slaps against the bare skin of your bottom.
You screamed, thinking that maybe one of the people downstairs would come to your aid but your hopes weren’t high for long, “Please!” You begged, although you soon grew embarrassed by your own crying, letting the comforting muffle your voice. You didn’t want anyone to rescue you. You didn’t want anyone to know you’d been spanked like a disobedient child as an adult.
“Tell me you’ll be good for me, baby.”
There was no Alpha voice and there was even a sweet mention of a pet name yet this was the most threatened you felt to obey.
“Yes! O-Okay,” You stuttered, choking on a cough.
“Repeat it back to me, Y/N.”
“I’ll b-be good for you, S-Steve,” You could finally catch your breath when he stopped. When he stopped, you didn’t even move yourself, you didn’t even attempt to cover yourself. Steve was the one who lifted you, laying you gently at the edge of the bed with your bottom up.
You laid there motionless, hearing Steve walk away to the bathroom, but your eyes were fixed on the master bedroom door. This would be a bigger cage and you doubted that you wouldn’t feel trapped here like Steve had promised.
The bed dipped beside you and you cringed and squirmed as you felt his hand on your bottom again. He shushed you, holding your upper arm to keep you in place as he lotioned a cool substance over the raw skin.
Steve wiped your tears, pushing the hair from your face in order to admire you more closely. You looked even more beautiful with your wet stained cheeks and he loved the way your eyelashes laid against your cheeks when your eyes were closed.
“Please don’t do that again,” Steve heard you whisper. He grabbed your chin and your eyes fluttered open again. You looked at him in a way he hadn’t noticed before, like you were seeing him for the first time.
Steve didn’t want to argue with you anymore, knowing he could get his point across more clearly with you when he was physical. He brought his lips toward your hesitant ones. Steve knew you wouldn’t pull away, your body wouldn’t let you run away from that sort of pleasure, and he deepened it further.
This wasn’t his first kiss since the 40’s but it sure felt like something new. Steve held your hips and he could sense you get overwhelmed by your wandering hands. He wanted to feel all of you although he knew he’d have to avoid your bottom after his cruel handiwork. He caressed your back, your thighs, and made his way to the back of your neck. He held you in his strong grip, keeping your lips tight against his as he moved his against yours.
His stubble brushed against your skin, tickling you as his lips moved to your neck.
Steve kissed and sucked on your neck and moans and mewls fell from your lips. Steve could tell you were extra sensitive there and it sparked his curiosity. He made it his new mission to find the most sensitive parts of your body, the ones that made your body writhe with pleasure, and one day he’d torture you slowly by focusing on each one.
Steve had to feel between your legs, had to taste and smell you. You were to be his mate, he was the only one to have you in this way, and he’d relish every moment of your first time. He teased your clit with his pointer finger. You closed your legs, an attempt to hide away but he was stronger, “Give yourself to me,” He rasped against your throat, “Or I’ll take it.”
You were already soaking the comforter and Steve heard your words becoming practically incoherent, “I … please … I …so-so … “
Steve pressed your front into the mattress, deciding to take his place behind you, his commanding hands lifting your hips into the air. Your ass was still sore and Steve could feel your fear that he would hurt you again but all you felt was the lips that were just on yours dipping between your legs. He lapped at you furiously, his tongue dipping inside you, licking up and down before it swirled around your sensitive bud.
You moaned into the comforter and Steve rubbed his hard member through his sweatpants. Normally, he might’ve kissed you longer, massaged you longer, or waited until you had a few more orgasms against his tongue but he had to be inside his little Omega.
After he gave you your first orgasm, Steve revealed his cock, wasting no time sheathing himself inside of you.
It felt right, although your body was so much smaller, it was the perfect fit. You’d never done this before but your body was ready, you accepted him with a little bit of easing, “There you go, honey, you’re doing so good,” Your head turned to the side, Steve watched your eyes roll back as he went deep inside of you.
He slowly pressed your hips back down against the mattress, moving in and out of you with ease. He felt every time you tightened around his cock, your body releasing all the tension beneath your skin. Steve removed his t-shirt, beginning to break a sweat although he still had a lot left within him.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked, going harder.
“Don’t stop,” Was your response which made him smile.
“Ask me politely,” Steve slowed his pace, teasing you.
“Please don’t stop,” You spoke quickly and he could tell you were close to convulsing again, “Please, Steve.”
“Good, Omega,” Steve went harder again, knowing you went crazy when he pulled himself all the way out and shoved himself deeper again, “Good girl.”
“Thank you,” You mewled, “I’m your good girl.”
It wasn’t long before your words coaxed him into his own orgasm. He felt his own sense of euphoria as he released inside you, feeling your warm walls around him until his body allowed him to relax. Steve laid beside your shaking body, caressing your back as he pressed his nose into your hair.
“I’m your good girl?” He heard you whisper and he now realized how much his words meant to you. You wanted his reassurance when you were within your most vulnerable state. He knew you were wrong before in saying this side of you was not the real you.
“Yes,” Steve kissed your shoulder, “You’re my good little girl. Forever, honey.”
part two
#dark!steve rogers#black!reader#steve rogers x black!reader#dark steve rogers x reader#mcu smut#dark fics#bucky barnes#maria hill#alpha omega#alpha/beta/omega AU#a/b/o universe#avengers a/b/o
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The Fate Of A Fae
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.
“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton
Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.
"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie
Pretty As A Picture
Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.
The Pull Of You
Marvel
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's tshirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.
Part 1 - Coming 29th April
#steve rogers x reader#alpha steve rogers x reader#avengers au#alpha steve rogers x omega reader#steve rogers x witch reader#avengers#bucky barnes#alpha steve rogers#alpha steve x omega reader#steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#monster au#a/b/o fic#a/b/o dynamics#fae reader#faerie#biker au#avengers biker au#avengers fanfiction#biker bucky#biker steve#soulmates#soulmate au
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Affinity Series Masterlist
Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader
Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader
Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
Summary:
Snapshots and moments between Alpha Bucky and his sweet little Omega
Edit: This duo turned into a throuple thanks to a certain Captain. So there will be snapshots between Alpha Steve and their sweet little Omega both all together and separate mixed in. (Also the Steve in series is very much an undercover perv. It's a headcanon of mine that I love)
There is no chronological order to this series so if you only want to read about one pairing you'll easily be able to do so.
Warnings:
18+ MDNI, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Poly, A/B/O, additional tags per installment.
Bannner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics
Current Total Wordcount: 37,659
Current Installments: 11
Status: Ongoing
INSTALLMENTS:
Honey I'm Home: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader
Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader
Intoxicating. That's What You Are: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader
Best Served Hot: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
Oh, I'm A Mess…: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
On The Line: Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
I'll open the sky for you. Set the rain on fire: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader
Keep Your Eyes On Me…: Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
If You Want To Taste The Universe. Just Kiss her…: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader
Mess With The Best. Die Like The Rest: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve
#poc reader#avengers smut#abo au#abo dynamics#alpha bucky x omega reader#alpha steve x omega reader#alpha bucky x omega reader x alpha steve#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers smut
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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen
Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
(18+ Only)
Chapter Five: Family Ties
Chapter Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 2.8k
Claire came back later in the evening, dropping off a measly, singular trash bag of what was left of Y/N's belongings that had indeed been thrown out onto the street.
Y/N looked through it finding, only a few shirts, and trousers, clearly anything of value had either been taken by Mr. Fitzgerald for the overdue rent, or by a passerby on the street.
"Sorry, Y/L/N." Claire squeezed Y/N's shoulder, comfortingly, as Y/N rested her head on the back of the chair, looking to the ceiling as she tries not to cry.
"It's okay, thanks for bringing me this at least." Y/N gives her a sad, yet genuine smile.
Claire bends down to examine Y/N's bandages, before wishing the two of them goodnight, and leaving with a still grumpy looking Luke.
"Why does he not like me?" Y/N pouts, brows furrowing as Luke slams the door a little hard, on his and Claire's way out.
"I don't think its you," Matt shakes his head, finishing another spring roll, "I think he's just a little annoyed that Claire didn't tell anyone you existed."
"That's not her fault, I asked her to keep me a secret, from everyone." Y/N shrugged, “I’m a rare breed, I’ve got no choice but to keep my existence a secret.”
“I understand, we all do,” Matt assured, “your secret will be safe with us.”
Y/N nods slowly, continuing to finish her plate of food, struggling to her feet again, she hobbles towards the kitchen sink.
Matt's eyes widen, and he jumps to his feet to catch up with her, "How many times do I have to tell you; Sit. Down."
Matt's chest rumbles, and it makes Y/N freeze, she doesn't even feel the sensation of the plate slipping out of her hand, but she does here the crash and the smash, as the stained white china, shatters across the stone floor.
The tears spring quickly, and Y/N crumples to her knees as she tries to clear away the broken porcelain.
"I'm sorry-sorry, I'm so sorry." Y/N rambles, she can barely see where she is putting her hands, as the salty tears cloud her vision.
"Stop, stop, it's okay, sweetheart, stop." Matt takes Y/N's shaking hands into his, she fights him for a moment trying to clear up her mess, "Stop."
The command in Matt's tone makes Y/N stop once again, she doesn't look up from the floor and the massive mess she had caused.
"This was my fault, I shouldn't have used that tone, it wasn't necessary." Matt utters, his voice is low and soothing, his scent is strongly of regret and empathy.
Y/N sniffles, using her shoulder to wipe her cheek as her hands were still occupied by Matt's. Matt slowly takes the shattered pieces out of Y/N's hands, gathering up what he can, and throwing it into the trash. Y/N stays frozen to the spot, on her knees, eyes fixed, tears still trickling down her face.
Matt bites his lip for a bit before gathering up all the plates and cutlery and place them next to the sink. He turns the tap on, filling the sink, with water and washing detergent.
Matt then heads back to Y/N and helps her to her feet, "you wanna help me wash up?"
Y/N doesn't really get a chance to answer, before Matt shuffles her to the sink, he lifts her lightly onto his feet, boxing her in with his arms, so she's steady on her feet. He reaches into the sink, Y/N following his hands, she starts to wash up along with the Alpha.
Towards the end of washing up, Y/N felt herself feel a little better, the washing up, relieving some of her earlier anxieties. The tears are almost dry by the time Y/N places the last plate on the drying rack.
"I think we should get you to bed." Matt again is speaking, but he's not asking a question, he's telling Y/N that she's going to bed. However, Y/N didn't mind Matt telling her what to do, she happily let him take her towards his bedroom, and sitting her on the bed.
Y/N frowned and pouted when he turned his back and headed towards the living room.
"Where are you going?" Matt stopped walking glancing over his shoulder, frowning himself when he saw Y/N's unhappy face.
"Going to my cosy couch." Matt jested, gesturing to the sofa, Y/N and himself had just used as a dining room.
"Why?"
"Because you're in my bed."
'Well, then I'll sleep on the couch-ah." Y/N falls back onto the bed, regretting her decision to stand immediately.
"I think not." Matt smirked, heading towards the sofa again.
"I don't want to sleep alone." Y/N finally blurts, making Matt fix to the spot, before slowly spinning to face Y/N again, "Please, don't make me sleep alone."
"If you're sure, sweetheart?' Matt is tentative with his words, but he is already moving back towards Y/N.
"Please."
Matt nods, "Lay down, honey."
Y/N manages to swing her legs onto the bed, whilst tracking Matt as he walks around the other side of the bed, getting under the covers. Shuffling onto her side, Y/N pulls her legs up to her chest as best she can, twitching her lips, as she admires Matt.
He turns the lamp off next to him, turning to face Y/N, letting out a long breath; "usually people close their eyes now."
Y/N tries to bite back the smile, clearing her throat to hide her laugh.
"Sorry." Y/N mumbles, closing her eyes, but peaking one of them open, noticing the way Matt's lips twitch, "How do you even know?"
Matt chuckles loudly, "I can hear your eyelids click every time you blink.
"Okay, ew gross, forget I asked."
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"Pwease don't o." Faolan begged, standing in Y/N's way, as she tries to hastily pack her bag.
"I've got no choice, Fe." nudging him to the side softly, he brings his blanket up to his face, rubbing it harshly on his cheek, in hopes to self-soothe.
"ake me wif wu." the little wolf tries the alternative, his big round eyes, glassy with tears, as he watched his big sister pack her small life away.
"I can't take you with me, Faolan . I'm going to have to figure out how I'm going to survive myself, let alone take a 4 year old with me." Y/N shakes her head, she was breaking her own heart with her words, so Gods know how this little man was feeling.
"Pwease." Faolan's voice broke, as he let the tears roll, he tried to wipe some of them with the rag in his small fist, but they were coming too quick for him to catch all of them.
"I'm sorry, Fe," Y/N held him in her arms, squeezing him tight, she stroked his damp cheek with her calloused thumb, taking in every little detail.
She never wanted to forget this little face.
"What if I'm un Omegga?" Felan hiccuped, Y/N stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head.
"That won't happen, Faolan. I promise."
"Ut, what if it does." Y/N could see the panic in the whites of his eyes, the little boy had seen everything that night, he saw an entire pack, turn on a singular member in the space of an hour. His family, becoming torn apart in a singular second.
"I will come for you," Y/N utters determined, "I will come for you, I swear."
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Y/N shot awake with a light gasp and a shriek, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, the sheets beneath her felt wet, and clung to her body, cold.
Matt felt Y/N shift beside him, and the sleep shattering shriek, and soon he too was wide awake, scrambling to get near Y/N.
"Shh, shhh, you're okay, sweetheart." Matt tries to cradle Y/N to his chest, but she fights him, still in some sleepy distress. "Shh, shh."
"Get away." Y/N tries to struggle, not fully aware of her surroundings, "Get off me."
"It's me, honey, it's me." Matt manages to cup the back of Y/N's neck, placing a small amount of pressure on Y/N's scruff. It makes Y/N go a little rigid, but it gives Matt enough time to push her into his neck, letting her take in his comforting scent.
"That's it, deep breaths," Matt coaches, "Good girl."
Matt's hand slips from Y/N scruff, running down her back, rubbing in soft circles, "That's it, good girl, nice and calm."
Y/N manages to get her breathing back under control, taking in Matt's scent glands with each shaking breath. She clutches at his arm desperate to keep him close, and Matt does nothing but hold her a little tighter, she knew he was there, and that's all she needed.
“Thank you.” Y/N rasps, pressing her forehead into Matt’s neck, she can feel Matt’s chest rumbling gently, the vibrations an Alpha Method to soothe. Y/N had never experienced an Alpha’s comfort rumble, she’d only been on the receiving end of a bark or aggression rumble.
This was nice. To experience comfort from an Alpha, for an Omega, it was like all her Christmas’ had come at once. She’d never felt more secure than in this quiet moment right now.
“It’s okay.” Matt reassured, keeping his hold on Y/N tight and firm, “you wanna talk about what you were dreaming about?”
“Not right now.” Y/N shook her head.
She was about to turn away, to lay back into her side of the bed, happily wrapped up in Matt’s arms, when her ears flickered.
“What’s wrong?” Matt felt Y/N go rigid in his arms, he tries to hold her tighter, but she’s pushing him away, as she struggles to the end of the bed. “What is it?”
Y/N tilts her head from side to side, trying to narrow in on the peculiar yet so familiar sound she can hear outside.
“Do your windows open?” Y/N was already moving towards them whilst she was asking the question. Matt is quick to jump from the bed, wrapping his arm around Y/N waist helping her to the window.
“Yeah hang on.” Matt safely lays Y/N’s hands on the window sill making sure she is secure before he starts to push the windows open. The cool city air makes Y/N shiver slightly, but she grins and bears it as she pushes her face out the window.
Moving her ear closer to the city, they twitch as she tries to hone in on the noise.
Finally she hears it, the sound spiking in her sensitive eardrum.
“What the…” Y/N breathes out in surprise, “there’s no way.”
“What?” Matt asks, concern radiating off his scent fiercely.
“Can’t you hear that?” Y/N is practically hanging out the window as she strains to listen to the noise, Matt has hold of her hips, stopping her from toppling out the penthouse apartment.
“Hear what?”
“Listen, listen hard, hold your breath if you need to.” Y/N instructs, she feels Matt’s chest against her back, she feels it still, as he does as Y/N says holding his breath, he leans into the city air trying to understand what Y/N was hearing.
It takes a second but soon Matt can hear it too.
The noise is faint against the bustle of the city, but Matt can’t deny that it’s there.
“What is that?” Matt asks Y/N quietly, not wanting to startle the Omega who was focused so intently.
“It’s a howl.”
“A howl? Like a wolf howl?” Matt can hear the noise clearer, now that he knew vaguely what he was listening too. It was a high pitch cry, it bounced off building to building before landing in his eardrum.
“That’s…not…possible.” Y/N whispers to herself, her eyes wide, shaking her head from side to side. She places her hands firmly on the window ledge, before Matt realises what Y/N is doing she had slipped out from his grasp, vaulting herself out of the window.
“Y/N!” Matt shouts after her, rushing to the edge.
Y/N isn’t listening to him, she’s already scaling her way down the building side, ignoring the burning pain in her side. Her bandages felt invisible, as she clambered her way in the direction of the howling.
Y/N barely notices the sound of Matt calling and following after her, until he lands next to her on the sidewalk outside his apartment.
“What are you doing?” Matt pants, reaching for Y/N wrist, but he’s not able to catch it, as she takes off running, barefoot down the street.
Chasing after her, he too forgets he is shoeless, but he’s unbothered, desperate to keep up with the distressed Omega.
Y/N's chest burns, as she gasps for breath, but she doesn't stop, spurred on by the howling, which grows louder and louder.
Taking a sharp turn into an industrial estate, her feet slap against the wet concrete, as she slows her pace down, head darting from corner to corner, as she tries to access the area she's found herself in.
Jumping slightly, when Matt places his hand on her shoulder, when he finally catches up with her.
"You can't do that, Y/N." Matt pants, Y/N shrugs his hand off, his scent was mixing with the ones in the area, and it was clouding her senses.
"It's stopped." Y/N's panic is spiking strongly in her scent, "The howling has stopped."
Matt listens too, holding his breath again, so he doesn't distract himself from tracking the noise. Y/N was right the howling had stopped, but there was still unfamiliar sound.
"Sounds like...nails?" Matt questions himself, but Y/N appears to know what he is saying.
"I don't understand...I thought I was the only one in New York." Y/N utters in disbelief, taking slow steps towards the tapping sound.
The noise leads her to an abandoned warehouse, the doors have been torn from their hinges. Y/N gently runs her fingers over the huge gashes, carved in the steel doors.
"What can do something like this?" Matt asks, his hands to examining the gaping wounds in the doors.
"Something like me." Y/N's voice trails off, Matt walks so he's shoulder to shoulder with Y/N, he can sense the change of direction in the air, that flutters over his face.
Furrowing his brow, he sniffs the air, the smell of wet dog and saliva tickles his nose. Concentrating harder, his mind is soon able to build a profile in his head, of what he was now face to face with.
"Y/N? Do you know what this is?" Matt speaks quietly, not wanting to frighten what sits in front of the Alpha and the Omega.
"It's not what, Matt." Y/N scolds, a smile dances across her lisp, "I know who this is."
"Who is it?"
"Hello, baby brother." Y/N speaks strongly, not a trace of worry or anxiety lay in her scent, mainly the smell of concern, yet happiness sprinkled in between her words.
"Baby brother?" Matt tilts his head confused.
"Matt," Y/N gestures her arms in front of her, "Meet Faolan."
The grey wolf jostled its fur to Y/N's words, but it didn't appear to soften its twisted up muzzle, bearing its pearl white teeth, drool rolling off the corners, of it's mouth.
"Faolan?' Y/N spoke softly, tilting her head from side to side, "Faolan it's me, it's okay."
The wolf lowers it's head closer to the ground, Y/N noticed that it's eyes lay on Matt, the wolf's back zig zagged, as it's hackles stood on end.
Stepping in front of Matt, Y/N pushed him gently behind her, making sure to fully block him from the wolf's view.
"It's okay, Faolan, he's a friend." The wolf didn't back down at Y/N's words, thinking on her feet quickly, Y/N remembers a move she'd seen performed by her brothers' when they wanted something from their father. A little like a puppy begging.
Y/N holds her hands out in front of her, her palms facing the floor; locking eyes with Faolan, she begins to slowly sink to her knees. The ground is wet beneath her as her knee lands on the gravel ground. She blinks slowly, her eyes changing from their usual colour to a glowing yellow.
Letting out a shallow whine, Faolan's features soften from the hard glare, to a lighter looks, his teeth are hidden by the skin of his muzzle, which has also flattened out.
The wolf pants a few times before slowly his face begins to change. It begins as a small twitch before morphing into a ripple, which takes over his face. Soon the ripple spreads to small waves across his whole body, his size beginning to reduce.
Eventually the fur turned to skin, the muzzle to a mouth, the paws to hands and feet, nothing was left of the wolf that stood before them, instead a young boy, who darted behind a stack of crates, nothing but a flash of flesh disappearing from view.
It wasn't long, and then the boy was back, this time with a pair of scabby jeans on, a tattered grey t-shirt, pulling on a dirty red hoodie.
"Wow, you've grown." Y/N huffed, standing from her knees, keeping her arms outstretched this time to take her frail looking brother into her arms.
Faolan wrapped her arms around her waist. Y/N didn't care for the pain, which stabbed her in the side, when Faolan squeezed her tight, she was just glad to have this boy in her arms once again.
"Why are you here, Fe?' Y/N asked softly into his hair.
"You said you would come back for me." Faolan voice is small, and weak as he looked, "Why didn't you come back?'
Y/N draws Faolan away from her, but keeps her hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently.
"I did Faolan," Y/N admits, "I went back to the den, a few years ago, but you weren't there, I figured you'd moved on for hunting purposes."
"Why didn't you look for us?" Faolan shrugs Y/N's hands off his shoulders, his brows furrowed in a concoction of confusion and anger.
"I tried, but I lost your scent about 30 miles away from the den, it just went cold." Y/N explained, scenting as strongly as she could, of sincerity.
"I needed you." Faolan whispers, his voice growing shaky, his scent changes strongly to sadness, and heartache. "It's been 11 years."
Y/N places her hand on his cheek, stroking softly with her thumb.
"I'm here now, Fe." Y/N steps forward to embrace her brother in another tight hug, before pulling away once again, "But why are you here now?"
Y/N felt Faolan's body go stiff beneath her, chewing his lip, his scent immediately changing to anxious and fear.
"He came for us Y/N." Faolan managed to choke out.
"Who came for you, who's he?" Y/N's brow furrows scent changing quickly to confusion.
"The hunter, he came for us, Father offered him me because..."
Faolan trialed off but Y/N already knew what he was going to say.
"Because you're an Omega too."
#marvel fanfiction#reader insert#a/b/o dynamics#avengers a/b/o#omega!reader#a/b/o lifestyle#matt murdock x reader#alpha!mattmurdock#daredevil
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Alpha/Omega au (Evil Tony)
(Alpha/Omega au because I haven't done one for a while and like I need it)
You sat in the training room shaking and crying in pain while blood dripped from your nose.
You looked up at Tony who stared down at you.
"Now, sweetheart. I'm going to ask one more fucking time. Are you ready to behave?" He asked, slowly kneeling down and gripping your chin.
"Yes, sir." You muttered as he smiled.
"See? That wasn't so hard now was it? I thought you'd learnt your place, Y/N. But, here we are, lovely. Now, go to the infirmary and get Bruce to fix you up, can't have you looking ugly now, can we?" He asked as you looked at him with tears in your eyes and nodded a little.
You slowly stood up and walked past him, he quickly grabbed your arm roughly.
"If you ever disobey me like that again, I will fucking force you into heat and throw you into a room with ten alphas. Understood?" He growled as you kept your eyes down and nodded.
"Yes, sir." You replied making him smile.
"Good girl."
You eventually made it up to the infirmary and saw Steve treating one of his recent wounds on his hands.
He turned around and looked at you in shock.
"Is Bruce here?" You muttered as you walked closer.
"No, he's out for a bit. I can help if you want, sweetie." He sat, patting the bed he was in front of.
You walked over and sat on the bed in front of Steve as he brought out some basic medical supplies.
"Love, what happened?" He asked as you kept your eyes down.
"I had an outburst at Tony... I got angry and swore and called him names." You muttered as Steve sighed softly.
“It’s not fair… I didn’t choose to be born an omega! And just because of that I deserve to get abused?” You shouted at Steve before he roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.
“Enough, you can’t speak like that. You know exactly what everyone here is capable of.” He growled as you looked at him and nodded.
He sighed and let go of your face before he began cleaning up your wounds.
“I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated.” You muttered as Steve nodded.
“I know, once you’ve rested a bit we can have a sparring match or something, help you get all that tension out.” He replied as you smiled a little.
"Thank you, Steve."
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You sat next to Bucky on the couch, watching tv.
You liked being around Bucky, he felt so safe. Bucky didn't talk much and his Alpha side was practically wiped out by Hydra, so when you were with him you felt equal.
You leant your head against his shoulder while you watched TV.
"I'm scared." You whispered as Bucky looked down at you with confusion.
"Why, doll?" He asked, you continued to stare forward at the TV.
"My heat is coming up and I hate it... I don't want Tony taking care of me when I'm like that. He's so rough with me and he doesn't give me aftercare and I end up worse off." You muttered as Bucky looked at you sadly.
He never agreed with Tony's way of treating you, especially when he would lock you away while you were in heat. Only coming in to fuck you a few times and that was it.
"Something Tony doesn't understand, that he'll probably never understand is that it's not all about sex. Him going in and screwing you isn't fixing anything. An omega is vulnerable when they're like that, needing care and support." Bucky said as you closed your eyes, afraid you would cry.
"I wish you or Steve could help me through it..." You whispered as Bucky ran his hand through your hair.
"Maybe one day..."
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You were in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone, you didn't mind it helped keep your mind off of things.
You saw Tony coming down and your body automatically tensed up.
"What's our wonderful girl cooking for us tonight?" He asked wrapping an arm around your waist while you cooked.
"I thought I would make spaghetti tonight, is that okay?" You asked as he chuckled and kissed your neck.
"It's perfect my little chef. I have to talk to you about something." He said as you stiffened a little.
"I have to go away for three months, sweetheart. That means you'll be going through two heats while I'm gone." He continued as you did your best to keep in your excitement.
"Who will help me?" You asked as he pulled away and held your face in his hand.
"Well, I want Steve to help you through it. I trust him with my life and with you, so it's going to be Steve. I know he can keep you in line like I do." He said as you smiled and nodded.
"Is it really three months? Can we at least call or something?" You asked doing your best to fake that you would miss him.
He chuckled softly and kissed your forehead.
"Of course we can call, sweetheart. I'll miss you so much." He said as you hugged him.
"I'll miss you too, Alpha."
#Mcu#Marvel#Avengers#Steve Rogers#Tony Stark#Dark tony stark#Avengers x reader#Bucky Barnes#alpha omega
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Rawhide
Epilogue: Until The Cows Come Home
Summary: Five years post the final battle, Life at Avengers Ranch is pretty sweet
Warnings: Language, smut (NSFW) 18+
Pairing: Cowboy Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader. Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.
By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
A/N: So here it is! The epilogue. I hope you enjoy. As of now, I have no plans really to continue but…perhaps if the muse strikes we might see a few one shots to follow up.
Rawhide Masterlist // Main Master-list
Part 14
W/C: 5.4k
“My grandad told me about a cowboy he knew, once. We’re going way back to the forties here. He rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, pulled his gun, and fired a shot right into the air.” Clint made a gun motion with his fingers and mimed the action.
“Way to make friends an influence people.” Pete rolled his eyes.
“Well, it was his horse, ya know, valuable commodities in those days. They still are.” Clint shrugged, “So, he goes back into the bar, kicking off, demanding to know which snake had taken his horse. No one answered, so he says that he’s gonna have one more beer, and if his horse ain’t back outside by the time he finished his drink, that he’s gonna ‘do what I dun in Texas, and I don’t like to have to do what I dun in Texas…’” Clint mimicked a southern accent and cleared his throat. “Some of the locals start shifting a little, ya know, nervous like. Anyway, true to his word, he has another beer, heads outside and his horse has been returned.”
“So, that’s it?” Bucky frowned, “that’s the point of this story?”
“Pretty much.” Clint shrugs, “he saddled up, and started to ride out of town. He hasn’t got more than a few yards though, when the bartender comes out and asks ‘say, partner, before you go…what happened in Texas?’ Dude tips his Stetson as he looks back and says, ‘I had to walk home’.”
There was a moment of silence, before the group groaned collectively, as Clint laughed. Bucky threw the crust of his sandwich at Clint’s head.
“That is the stupidest joke I’ve ever heard.”
Steve snorted, listening to the guys banter as he leaned back against the tree trunk, his hat pulled down over his face. It had been a busy few days, moving the herd back down to the summer pastures and getting ready to bale the hay and silage that would see them through the winter. But he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he hadn’t complained about much over the past 5 years or so.
Well, bar Bucky being a persistent pain in his ass, but what else was new?
In the months that followed the battle, Fury had been appointed interim president of the WSC and had been permanently installed following a term of elections, for two terms running now. As such, the World Security Council had made good on its promise. Each state had their own elected representatives, and the divide which had separated red and blue states had been torn down.
Of course, some states still held conservative views, but even in those areas things had gotten much better for Omegas. Because their basic human rights had been secured through the Omega Rights Act at a federal level, something they failed to do the first time round due to the WSC preferring the appeasement method. Now, violation of those rights was punishable by law, no matter where you were, although how much it was enforced was anyone’s guess and varied, again state to state.
It wasn’t perfect, but then again nothing was. And it had been met in some instances with violent opposition, but that had been quashed pretty quickly. Some had been in favour of a more gradual overhaul, suggesting that each state should be allowed to install their own laws around Alphas, Betas and Omegas, as a sort of half-way house with a view to eventually changing the overall attitudes of people.
But, as Tony said in his speech when he was elected as the Senator for Montana, “sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.”
Essentially, it was all that they could have hoped for, and whilst it wasn’t perfect, it was a damned site better than it had been. Steve's shield and suit, and indeed the rest of the Avengers’ weapons and kit remained untouched, gathering dust in the armoury.
Things had even taken a turn for the better at the ranch. It was bringing in good money, both from the cattle and the sudden tourism boost, people flocking to see the battle grounds where the latest Civil War had taken place. This, in turn, had seen an expansion to the ‘Dude Ranch’. Although Steve hadn’t been particularly on board with that idea at first, he’d quickly been talked around.
As such, life for all the Avengers Ranch and everyone else in Stark Wood was good. In fact, life all round was good, but from a selfish point of view, the former was all Steve really gave a damned about now.
His mind strayed to you, and a soft smile spread across his face. Married now, you bore his name and his rings. More symbolic than anything, given the fact you were bonded beyond the normal ties of a bond anyway. But he’d wanted to show you exactly what you meant to him. Following his casual proposal, the night you’d returned home to the ranch, he’d done it properly a few weeks later. The pair of you had taken a ride up to the top of the hills and he’d gotten down on one knee at sunset, offering you his Mom’s ring. Which you’d tearfully accepted.
You’d married in the same place, the following summer, Thor overseeing the ceremony in his ordained state as Sheriff, and then you and your friends had partied long into the night in the huge tent on the grounds of the ranch.
Steve had kept good on his word too. Once he felt it was safe, the pair of you had gone to Texas where you’d visited your mama’s grave and told her you were okay, laying a bunch of her favourite wildflowers by her headstone. And then, you’d located Colin’s. Tactfully, Steve kept his distance there and allowed you to say a proper goodbye to your previous alpha. You’d told Colin (or at least you’d spoken to his modest headstone) all about your job at the ranch, how you worked shifts at the Vet clinic with Banner. You’d chuckled when you’d explained how you were still the one doing the books because your Alpha was just as bad at it as he had been…and you’d finished by thanking him for his sacrifice which meant you were alive today, and living the best possible life you could. Whether Steve believed in the afterlife or not, it had clearly made you feel better having said a proper goodbye, and who was he to deny you that?
He’d deny you nothing. He’d give you the moon and the stars in the sky to make you happy.
A boot kicking at the sole of his foot jerked Steve from his daydream, and he tipped his hat to look upwards.
“Ready to kick on?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, yeah I am.” He smiled. With a groan, he pushed himself up and dusted down the seat of his well-worn wranglers before he mounted Star.
Together, the five men herded the longhorns down towards the pastures which surrounded the ranch, where the work would start over the next few weeks to tag the calves and conduct the health checks needed on the females. When the last one was in the correct pasture, Clint closed the gate with a click.
As they turned the final corner towards home, Steve couldn’t help the smile as he saw you in the riding arena. You leading Quin around, your Stetson sat on your head, a grin on your face as you walked. And upon Quin’s back sat a smaller figure, whose head was covered by a safety helmet.
Your daughter, Serenity Clara Rogers, known as Seren. It was a name chosen for its various meanings. In its full form her first name meant peaceful, which was what your lives had been since the battle and what you both hoped it would be for the rest of your lives. In its shortened, it translated as star, a small tribute to Steve’s emblem.
Her middle name was a payback to your Southern roots, and it meant bright and clear. And when it was all put together, it was exactly what she was to you both, a shining, bright star of peace and love and hope.
Getting Star up into a trot, and then a loping canter, he was pulling into the main grounds of the ranch a few minutes later.
“Daddy! Looks! I wides Quin!”
Steve grinned as he hopped off his horse and strode towards the paddock fence, looping the reins around the top rail. “I can see that!”
“Cans I has my own?”
Steve laughed, “you think you’re old enough?”
“I’m free!” A tiny handheld up three fingers as Steve faulted over the post and rails and strode towards you both.
“Hi, Cowboy.” You beamed as he kissed you softly.
“Hi, Doll.” His lips brushed yours before he turned to look at his daughter. She was much like you, same eyes, same hair, same attitude, and excitement to life. But, very much with the Rogers attitude and, funnily enough, his cheekbones and nose.
“Good day?”
“Yup, all cows present and correct. Did that new family check in?”
“Yeah, all good.” You nodded. “Oh, Banner called. He asked if I could cover the on call shift tonight at the surgery. Apparently Natasha has come down with that bug that’s going round, and he doesn’t want to leave her to take care of the baby Danny alone. Think they’re all still adjusting, ya know, after the adoption…”
“I think that’s okay, don’t you, Wren?” he playfully poked Seren’s tummy, speaking his nickname for her and she giggled.
“Cans we watch Toy Story? Wivs popcorns?”
“Toy Story? Again?” Steve groaned and Seren narrowed her eyes.
“I wikes it. Is my fave-rite.”
“Really, I’d never have guessed.”
Her Daddy’s sarcasm went right over Seren’s head, and you chuckled. “We got everyone coming for dinner tonight, baby, so you might not get chance.”
“After dinner?”
“We’ll see.” You smiled, “you ready to get down? I think Quin could do with a drink before we pop him out.”
“Otay…”Seren sighed, dramatically. She held her arms out and Steve reached up to pluck her out of the saddle. Her little arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her cheek. “Daddy, your whiskers are scratchy!”
“Are they?” Steve frowned, before he rubbed his cheek against hers, causing her to squeal. Her hands pushed at his face as she giggled. With a laugh, Steve pulled back and she cupped his face, her fingers threading into his beard as she smushed his cheeks together.
“I wobes you, daddy bear.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. More than all the stars.”
Your heart swelled, the way it always did when you watched Steve with your daughter. She was the apple of his eye and he doted on her in all the right ways. He indulged her, let her be her own person, but wasn’t afraid to dish out the discipline when needed.
In contrast to Bucky, who pretty much let her get away with anything and everything.
Steve carried her out of the paddock, and you followed, leading Quin.
“Unca Buck!” Seren squealed as she spotted her favourite uncle and she wriggled. Steve let her down and she took off towards him.
“Hey, Squirt!” Bucky grinned as he picked her up. “You had a good day?”
“Yips. Me and Mama took ‘Mando for a walk, dens we made lunch, and I rides!”
“yeah, I saw you on Quin. Bout time daddy got you a pony of your own, huh?”
“Dass what I saids!” Seren held her hands out to her side and Bucky laughed, ignoring the death stare Steve was shooting him.
“She might have a point, Alpha.” You smirked as you passed him by and tried not to chuckle as his head whipped towards you.
“huh?” he followed you into the barn. “Really? You think she’s old enough?”
“It’s not like she’ll be going on cattle drives.” You smiled as you undid the girth to Quin’s saddle. “But what harm can it do? A little pony or something she can love and cuddle. You’ve seen what she’s like with every animal she comes across.”
“Yeah, which is how we’ve ended up with a damned cat that lives in the house now and not the barn, much to Commando’s disgust.”
“Hey, Barney would have died otherwise…”
“And the guinea pigs? Were they on deaths door too when Bucky and Sam bought them for her?”
“Sparkle and Cookie live outside, well in Summer anyway…”
“The tank of goldfish?”
“She won one at a fair. Thor was right, it was mean to keep him in a bowl on his own. He needed friends.”
Steve scoffed and you snorted.
“Stop being a grouch.” You teased, “make the most of her being like this. Because give it ten, twelve years she’ll be out dating and chasing boys instead.”
“Over my dead body.” Steve glowered.
“You can’t fight her growing up.”
“No, but I can fight any punk that comes within a three mile radius of her.”
That made you laugh, as you placed Quin’s saddle on the rack. “Oh, Steve.” You turned towards him, stepping into his arms. He groaned, his face pressing into his neck.
“Stop it…”he whined. “I don’t want her to grow up, ever. Where’s our baby gone?”
“Okay, I’m sorry.” You kissed his cheek.
“What time are you on call from?”
“Seven-ish.” you stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, which was a little damp with sweat. Not that you cared. “I might not be needed but, you never know.”
“Okay, so if we grill for dinner at sixish, you should be okay?”
“Counting on it.” you smiled, “sides and fixings are all ready.”
“You’re too good to me, to us.” He smiled, his lips pressing back to yours.
You hummed into the kiss, allowing him to pull you closer. The smell and feel of your Alpha, your soul mate, your husband washed over you as his strong arms wrapped around your back. You allowed yourself to get lost, giving into that Omega part of you that you now loved as much as Steve did.
“Mama and Daddy is smoochin’!” A loud giggle came from behind you and Steve gave a small groan as he pulled away.
“Ewww!” Bucky wrinkled his nose, “do they smooch a lot?”
“Aaaallls da times!” Seren said, dramatically. “Unca Tony says mama wobes daddy’s animal maganatism…”
“I’m gonna kill Stark.” Steve muttered as you, and the rest of the gang laughed.
**********
As was customary post the cattle drives, you hosted the guys, plus their partners for dinner. Thor and Tony also joined you, along with his daughter, Morgan and Pepper who was sporting a pretty large bump as Baby Stark number 2 was very much about to make an appearance.
Morgan and Seren, separated in age by less than a year spent the spring evening playing in the garden, and by the time everyone was leaving they were both exhausted. Steve took this as a win as he didn’t have to sit there and watch Buzz and Woody for what felt like the hundredth time that week.
After bidding everyone goodbye, after clearing down the dishes and table, you headed off to take a call which had come through from the surgery.
Steve scooped his daughter up, “bedtime, baby.”
“I nots tired…” Seren protested, as she yawned and blinked hard.
“Sure…” Steve chuckled, “well let’s get you bathed and then we can discuss this, huh?”
Once bathed, dried and in her little set of cowgirl themed pajamas, Seren had given up the fight and was, indeed, half asleep. Steve tucked her into her little bed, chuckling as Commando took up his usual place on top of the comforter, by her side. Her little hand curled into his fur as she yawned.
“Story?”
“You bet.” Steve smiled, “which one tonight?”
“Spinderella.” She grinned. “I wikes dat one.”
“Spinderella it is…” Steve crossed the room to her bookshelf and then looked as you wandered into the room.
“I gotta go in.” You sighed, “one of Mr. Craft’s horses has injured itself, pretty badly in its stall. He said it can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“That’s okay, we got things here, huh Wren?”
“Yups.” Seren yawned again.
“I give her two pages, tops.” Steve chuckled, waving the book at you.
“I bet its four.” You smiled, leaning over to kiss her head. “Night baby, momma loves you so much.”
“Wobes you too, momma.” she hugged you before you stood up, ruffling commando’s fur. You then turned to Steve and kissed him quickly.
“I dunno how long I’ll be.”
“It’s okay’ Mega.” he smiled. “Drive safe, okay?”
You winked before you pulled away, his hand squeezing yours and you turned and left.
****
Seren actually fell asleep after three pages. When Steve heard her breathing even out, he glanced down and saw her eyes closed as she snuggled into him.
With a soft chuckle, he gently moved, his hand curling the back of her head. He lay her down, made sure she had her little bunny teddy with her and tucked her in.
“Night, my little star. Sweet dreams.” He whispered as he kissed her head.
Commando followed him as Steve headed down the hall after quietly shutting Seren's door. He padded his way down the staircase and found refuge at the wet bar for a drink before he settled up on the couch. His faithful dog hopped up next to him, resting his rather large head on Steve's lap. Flicking through channels, he found the mundane drone of the news filled his ears.
He watched the report and the panel as they chatted over a high profile court case that was filling the news at the moment, an actor versus his ex-wife who was accusing him of having jars of cocaine and ‘mega pints’ of red wine or some bull shit like that.
It was frivolous. And really, Steve had no idea why it was news. But the fact it was, meant there was nothing more worthy of the airtime, meaning things with the WSC and senate were calm.
Which was fine by him.
He sighed contently and brought his whiskey to his lips. He'd nearly finished the glass by the time he'd heard your truck pulling up toward the porch.
He checked his watch, all in all you’d been gone just over an hour. Which meant whatever it was can’t have been that serious. Hopefully, you wouldn’t get another call that night. It was rare that you did when you were covering the emergency shift.
Commando grunted and slipped off the couch to greet you at the door.
“Hi…” you bent down to give him loves, “hi, fella…”
His tail wagged and wagged happily. And when Steve snapped his fingers, the dog walked off. The simple command allowed you to get back inside and shut the door.
"That was quick," Steve spoke gently as he stood from the couch. He made it a point to never, ever have his back to you in conversation if he could help it. You were his equal and you deserved equal respect.
“Oh, daft animal had been rearing in his stable and got his leg stuck. Nasty cut but I managed to clean it and pad it. Gave him a tetanus booster and that was it, said I’d check back in tomorrow.” You smiled, “I just need ten minutes to type up the notes before I forget.”
"Alright," Steve nodded. "Can I get you a drink. 'Mega?"
“I’ll take a tea, please.” You smiled, “best not drink anymore in case I gotta go back out.”
You took your tablet from your bag and headed to the couch. By the time Steve was placing your drink down, your notes were done.
You shut the device down and placed it on the coffee table, picking up your drink and getting yourself comfortable as you swung your legs up beside you.
Steve picked up your leg from the ankle and set it in his lap, his strong hands rubbing over your calf through your jeans.
"Seren go down okay?"
“Three pages.” Steve chuckled.
You smirked as you blew a little over the rim of your mug, "new record."
“Think today tuckered her out. And I did a little thinking…”
He watched you wince a little as he dug into a knot, "what's that?" You looked at him.
“Maybe a pony of her own ain’t such a bad idea.”
“Okay, that…that didn’t take much convincing at all, Alpha.”
Steve chuckled then he sighed, "I think she's ready. I could make a few calls, see who's got one available."
“No need…” you bit your lip. “The Crafts have one…their youngest has outgrown him. I said I’d talk to you…”
"Oh," Steve nodded, "that works then."
“Yeah, convenient…” you agreed. And then Steve noticed the smirk on your face.
He gave a groan and a snort. “Was I actually going to get a say in whether or not she got a pony or was this just something you were gonna do regardless?”
"I mean I was just making it known that we'd discussed it. Formalities of checking with my mate and all that."
Oh, checking with your mate? Don’t you mean asking permission from your Alpha?” Steve teased.
"Details, details," you sniggered.
Steve rolled his eyes and took a sip from his drink. “So, what is it?”
“A male Shetland pony. Called Coco.”
Steve merely nodded as you continued.
“And. Let’s face it, it’s an investment.” You continued, “because when Seren has outgrown him, well…hopefully there’ll be another little one who’s ready to take the reins so to speak.”
Steve's face softened. "yeah?"
“Yeah.” You looked at him, a smile on your lips. “I thought that maybe when my next heat is due to hit, I don’t get my shot…see what happens.”
"Don't, don't do it." He sat forward, "I'm ready, darlin'."
You bit your lip, “me too.”
Steve held your ankles on his lap with one hand and leaned forward toward you more, "I want as many pups as we can, while we can."
“Woah, slow down there cowboy…” you chuckled, “I’m absolutely happy for two, I could be persuaded for three…”
Steve pecked your lips, "I'm teasing. We talked about two, but I'd be alright with three."
You smiled, your hand running through his hair, and then you moved to press your fingers to your mark.
I love you… your voice echoed in his head.
“I love you too," he whispered lowly. "So much, 'Mega."
“Kiss me Alpha.”
It took a tiny growl from his chest before his lips slowly, tenderly melted against your own. His soft kiss fluttered your insides and without though to it, you were in his lap.
Your hands cupped his bearded cheeks, the pads of your fingers softly brushing against his bristles as your lips allows his to lead them in a slow, sensual dance.
"Lemme love on you, 'Mega."
“Always…” your nose brushed his, “take me to bed.”
Steve needn't say another word, nor make any extra moves. He simply stood as he settled you into his arms and began his way towards the stairs. Blindly, yet expertly, he carried you up and up, to your bedroom where your bed awaited.
With a tenderness he reserved especially for you, he laid you down in the middle, on top of your pale blue comforter and positioned himself over you. One knee nestled between your thighs, his left hand planted by your head whilst his right hand cupped your face.
"My beautiful 'Mega," his voice whispered as his breath gently fanned your face.
Your own hand reached up, fingers gently tracing the curve of his jaw as he closed his eyes.
“My handsome, strong, protective Alpha.” You purred.
Time stood still when the two of you were like this. The intimacy so pure, that it squeezed at the heart in your chest that now beat for only he and Seren.
Steve dipped his head and captured your lips in a soft kiss. The feel of his lips on yours made you hummed against him. You parted your lips as the tip of Steve's tongue tickled at the pucker lines of your bottom lip.
Your hands dipped, finding the hem of his shirt and you gave a tug.
Steve's kiss barely stopped as you pulled the shirt up and over his head. The material pooled at his wrist by your ear. His fist curled together in his right hand, and he knuckled the mattress to flick away his tee. His lips were quickly back on yours trailing across your jaw and down your neck.
You sighed, happily, an Omega trill rolling in your throat which made Steve grumble a chuckle in response.
He sat back on his knees and pulled at the hem of your own tee as he did so, taking your body with him. With a light giggle you fell back with a little bounce to the mattress.
"That's better," Steve rasped as he bent back over you. He continued his trail of bearded kisses down your décolletage, to between your breasts and descending towards your navel.
He smiled against your skin as your belly twitched, always the same. So sensitive and ticklish in areas. He found it cute, and sexy.
He gave a nip to the skin below your belly button at the tip of your scar that gave him his daughter. Then he kissed the sting away tenderly. Those glittering, cerulean eyes looked up at you and he smiled against your skin.
You felt as if you blinked and then suddenly you laid naked before your Alpha, bar the bra that covered your breasts.
You chuckled and Steve looked at you, his chin resting on your sternum.
“What?”
“Nothin, just the speed at which you undress me always amuses me.”
"You make me very impatient, doll."
“I bet you say that to all the girls…”
"Just you," he smirks as his beard began to tickle the inside of your calve.
“Good to know…” you sighed.
"Mmhmm," he kept his lips to your leg.
You trilled again as whiskers tickled the inside of your thigh.
“Oh, Mega…I love those noises…” he worked his way up.
He nudged that joint where hip and thigh came together, scenting you. Your hand automatically tangled in his hair, your breath hitching in your chest.
Tentatively, Steve nosed your mound, the tip of his tongue tickling your swelling, sensitive bud. You whined, your back arching off the bed.
A low rumble sounded in your ears as Steve tasted you. He locked at you like a kitten to milk.
You whimpered and moaned softly, your knees caging his head in at his ears as your alpha gave you what you craved, what you wanted.
He'd eat away at you with fervor, then he'd slow to a near stop and make love to you there like it would be the last time.
And you loved every single moment.
Your orgasm was growing close, and you felt your body teetering on the edge of bliss. Tingling through your body felt like soda bubbles in your nerves.
"S'close, Alpha..."
He growled a little, before just as you knew he would, he slowed down. Leaving you mewling and begging for more.
"Please, Alpha..."
With a final grunt, Steve pulled away and wiped his face on the comforter. With a quick movement, he was up, out of his jeans and then back over you.
You were breathless, your body aflame. A sheen of sweat was beginning to cover your skin as you burnt hot from within.
“I got you, mega…” he whispered.
Steve held himself as he slipped right into you, a moan from you and a groan from him filling the airy space of the room.
Your hands flew to his broad back, curling round his shoulders as you dug your fingers into his muscles.
"You feel so good, doll." Steve's voice tickled your ear.
“You too…” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper over your panting.
Steve pulled back and slowly thrust back in, a rolling tide to his hips as he set the pace of loving on you.
His hands reached for yours, fingers lacing through your own as he pressed them either side of your head.
You sighed as his body melted into yours. The weight of him felt like a warm blanket, comforting you and securing you. It gave you a never ending sense of security. And to lock your bodies together tightly; you raised your hips and brought your ankles up to settle the heels of your feet against his lower back.
“Shit…” he grunted, his eyes closing for a moment before they opened, locked back on yours.
"There you are, Alpha," you sighed as he kept rolling those hips into you. "Don't ever hide." His eyes flashed a little as you arched into him even more. “Let go, Steve…”
"No....not 'til you...."
Always putting you first, that never changed. No matter what, you were his priority in your moments together.
You preened your neck, stretching out for him. You felt his nose dip along your mark, and he shuddered. Your lips parted in a sigh as you started to tilt your hips again to meet him.
His teeth nipped softly at your mating gland, enough for you to feel it, but not enough to break the skin.
"Oh shit," you rasped. "Alpha...."
“Mega…my mega…”
"I'm...." you needed just a little more, you were so damn close.
Steve knew, he always knew. His hips picked up the pace, but somehow he kept the same depth and rhythm.
His lips claimed yours, the kiss deep yet soft. A juxtaposition. Just like your alpha himself. So strong, get gentle. So firm, but soft.
"Alpha...." you whined as you tightened around him, your nose buried right against his mark.
“Cum for me, mega…” his voice was deep, his instruction clear. It was an alpha command, the only time he ever used them in you was in moments like this.
And you craved it.
"Oh my....fuck, yes," you came with a cry.
“Good girl…” Steve panted, his lips back at your mark.
You whined, whimpered then whined again at the praise.
“My beautiful Omega…” Steve’s words were almost whispered, a strain in his voice.
He was close.
"Steve....let go, baby," you cooed.
“Fuck…”
You nudged at him with your nose, bringing his eyes back to yours.
Like times before there was the fleck of gold that flashed in his eyes, and you knew he saw it in yours. For the room went black and beyond the gaze of your connection a galaxy swarm around you.
When you finally found yourself again, Steve’s face was buried in your neck. He was panting, deeply. The rise and fall of his chest pressing against you and then releasing you from its hold.
Your fingertips danced up his spine and into the hair at the nape of his neck.
He gave a soft hum.
"I love you, my Alpha," you whispered.
“I love you too, my Omega. And I always will. Until the cows come home.”
“Until the cows come home,” you kissed his neck, before he moved and captured your lips with a soft, sweet kiss. “Until the cows come home.”
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TOMORROW AT ONE
SUMMARY — after spending the day with natasha, you’re not ready to let her go, but she reminds you how quickly tomorrow will come
WARNINGS — omegaverse, soulmates, mentions of panic attacks and the aftermath of panic attacks, natasha showing off some dominance
heart masterlist, previous chapter, strawberry peanut butter sandwich
You had come out of your shell significantly since your conversation with Natasha and being released from the infirmary. A once stuttering omega, you’d found your voice again, this time not so uneasy and on edge. She brought a calm over you, like waves crashing on the shore. The newfound exuberance in your being left Natasha feeling light on her feet, following just a step behind you as you led her through the city. You’d spent the last few hours talking, getting caught up in yourselves and the stupid jokes that to anyone else probably would have fallen short.
“You don’t have to walk me home, Natasha.” You whisper, stopping to look fully at the red haired assassin that's followed you protectively since leaving the convention center. Your cheeks are flush a color like her hair, and Natasha smirks playfully.
“Who said anything about taking you home?” Natasha teased. She really hadn’t intended on bringing you home so soon. It was only after seven, and although she told the boys that she would be home from the convention by three at the latest, she was sure they’d have no objections to her lateness after she told them about today's events. Natasha watched you slowly begin to tense again, making a mental note that surprises aren’t something you enjoy. At least not yet anyways. Natasha could understand. After the anxiety attack you suffered earlier, and albeit being soulmates, she was still just a stranger. She’d take her time getting to know you. Sweet and slow was how she liked it anyways. “I hope you like ice cream.”
At the prospect of at least knowing where Natasha planned to take you, your shoulders began to loosen and the rosy color of your cheeks faded, although not entirely. An innocent blush, almost childlike, somewhat whimsical, was permanently etched across your skin. You nodded, dropping your eyes from her face to her hands, noticing how they were empty, and how soft they looked. Having a million things she could’ve said to you, Natasha opted for staying quiet, and making the move for you. When her hand found yours, it was like fireworks exploded in the pit of your belly and sent sparklers down your arms and legs. Everything felt warm, but despite what you’d thought, the palms of Natashas hands were calloused.
“You let me lead the way for twenty minutes.” You spoke softly. Natasha loved how soft your voice stayed, even when you were comfortable and content. It was a stark contrast to how deep and stone Steve and Bucky were. And unlike Tony, who had a sarcastic quip for everything, You were honest and didn’t evade her point or emotions. “Why?”
“Wanted to see where you’d take me.” Natasha shrugged, “Although, I’m a bit disappointed you thought I’d let you go so early in the evening. New York's beautiful just after nine.”
“I like it at four. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but it’s starting to break apart the darkness. That’s when it’s quietest too. It’s never empty, but between four and five is when it’s the least busy. My apartment is pretty high up, I can see the stars for almost twenty minutes before everything turns orange and pink.” You blush when you realize that you’ve gotten lost on a tangent at Natasha’s simple revelation, but despite it, you think the night fits her perfectly. Just as she thinks the early mornings of New York City perfectly fit you.
“You’ll have to let me see it sometime.” Natasha smiles honestly, meaning her words fully. To spend an early morning in her soulmate's bed, watching the stars melt into sunshine sounds like the perfect way to fall in love. Especially if it’s accompanied by cuddlings and kissing, but she’ll work you up to that level.
“You’d want to?” You wondered beautifully, shocked that Natasha hadn’t made a comment about your romanticized storytelling. Most people did. Most people that you’d shared that beautiful description with had laughed in your face and told you they’d rather be asleep. They stomped on your heart without a care in the world.
“Sweetheart, I’ll watch every sunrise with you.” Natasha smiles, “And you have four other mates waiting to meet you that I know would do the same.” Your cheeks burn for a few moments before your heart sinks and you completely freeze at Natasha’s side. In seconds you revert back to the anxious girl you were at the convention center.
“Oh god! I’m so sorry! I’ve completely taken you away from them all day! I’m so sorry! You should go! Really! I didn’t mean to hold you up for so long!” You fret, avoiding Natasha’s eye. You didn’t want to see the look on your Alpha’s face now that you realized that you’d been nothing but selfish since being released from the infirmary. Guilt began to gnaw at your belly, and that familiar fuzzy feeling pulled at the clarity in your head. Most Omegas didn’t do well with guilt, it almost always caused an unexpected drop, but with your anxiety and fear of disappointing people, it presented ten times worse in you. Natasha could recognize the signs and cursed her sweet hearted Omega for being so hard on herself always.
“Y/N, sweetheart, I want to spend my time with you. I promise, the boys will understand. We’ve been so excited for when we finally got to meet our Omega. The only complaint they’ll have about me being out so late with you is that they didn’t get to steal your time themselves.” Natasha promised, hoping she’d save you from the guilt and the drop. She really didn’t want to rush into the intimacy of your relationship, and handling a drop would force her to. She wanted you to come around on her own terms. “Would it make you feel better if I text them?”
You nodded before she softly added, “Ask them if it’s okay.”
“Sweetheart, I’m second in command, I don’t need to ask anybody how I spend my time.” Natasha informed teasingly, but the persistent pout on your blush color lips was unwavering. You were worried for the feelings of her other mates, and who was Natasha to deny you the satisfied feeling of knowing they didn’t mind.
[ Natasha ] Without too much information, I’ve met our Omega. She’s incredibly worried that I’ve taken away from our time together and is hoping it’s okay with you all that I take her for ice cream before I come home.
[ Tony ] YOU MET OUR OMEGA ?!
[ Steve ] I believe an ice cream date for our Omega is the only acceptable way to spend your time
[ Tony ] STILL NOT ANSWERING MY QUESTION NAT
Natasha smiled down at the messages coming through on her phone, pulling you into her side so that you could see the messages for yourself, Natasha having a sinking suspicion that you wouldn’t have believed her if you didn't read them herself anyway. Your skin was on fire with the remnants of a persistent blush, and it only got hotter as you read what Tony and Steve had to say. You subconsciously dug your face into Natasha’s neck, letting out a sweet embarrassed whine.
[ Bucky ] Doll deserves an ice cream date, but only if we get to hear all the details not a second after you return home
You whined again, your hot breath tickling Natasha’s skin. If your mates had this effect on you when they were miles away and not even really talking to you, you knew that you were screwed to ever live another day without blushing. Natasha laughed, looping her arm tighter around your waist.
[ Natasha ] Said Omega is reading these over my shoulder. You’ve made our girl a blushing mess, FYI
Natasha’s chest trembles with laughter, feeling you huff against her neck, attempting to be mad as you dig the tips of your fingers into Natasha’s side, but all your teasingly bratty actions do is make Natasha feel like her heart is about to burst with love and admiration. For the very first time, Natasha feels completely complete and content.
“I have to be back in the area tomorrow for a meeting. I don’t want to rush into anything, but would you be up for meeting another one of our mates? Just one, we’d never want to overwhelm your pretty little head.” Natasha enlightens, tucking her phone away for the time being. She hadn’t planned on asking you until after she’d bought you ice cream and brought you home, but Natasha had a feeling you wouldn't mind.
“R-Really? I can see you again tomorrow?” The girl was in shock at Natasha’s invitation. Every nerve in your body was on fire and the skin of your soulmarks burned beautifully. Your soft hand instinctively fell down onto where the ballet slipper soulmark lay, which subsequently made Natasha’s breath hitched. God was she falling fast.
“You can see me whenever you want, dorogoy.” Natasha promised, cupping your jaw. The both of you were so close that they could feel the other exhale, and Natasha almost melted at the scent radiating off of you. She smelled sweet, like vanilla and strawberries, but a hint of rain on a spring morning was added as well. Natasha was easily addicted. All she wanted was to dig her nose into the Omega’s scent gland and memorize it; mark it. “But, I need an answer. Would you like to do that tomorrow, sweetheart?”
You nodded, your brown eyes glazing over in a beautiful submissive trance. Natasha hummed, raising an eyebrow at the blissed out Omega becoming putty in her hands. “Words, Y/N.”
“What?” You frowned before realizing what Natasha was asking, and the tips of your ears burned a dangerous shade of red. God would Tony have fun taunting you if you were always this responsive. “O-Oh, right. I would like to see you tomorrow, Natasha.” You didn’t want to see the look on Natasha’s face, your belly burning with anxiety and embarrassment at being so vulnerable despite Natasha initiating the situation, so your eyes danced along the surroundings around you.
Natasha giggled, dropping her hands from your face and again grabbing your hand. She didn’t want to lose her already floaty headed Omega in the sea of people rushing home from office jobs. You didn’t seem to mind either, taking the hand that Natasha held in her empty one and playing with her rings. Natasha’s heart was sure to burst if you kept making her stumble over her breaths with your cuteness. God, her mates really did have it out for her most days.
When they got to the small shop just around the corner from your apartment, and after Natasha opened the door for you, you melted into the superheroes side timidly. Every instinct in Natasha’s body (romantic, Alpha, dominant, maternal) burned horribly, screaming at her to protect the Omega in her arms at any and all costs. God you proving to be the sweetest girl she’d ever come across. She’d have heart problems by fifty if you kept it up like this.
“Sorry.” You whimpered, pulling away from Natasha’s side when you realized just how close to the older women you had gotten. You didn’t have to apologize, but you didn’t give Natasha any chance to tell you that before you was nervously rambling. “A-After an attack I get overstimulated a-and it’s loud in here.” You blushed profusely, wishing that you could take your words back when Natasha’s expression melted into one of regret. “It’s not your fault, I’m sorry. It’s stupid. I’m okay.”
“Honey, you never have to apologize for something out of your control. Do you hear me?” You nodded, fiddling with the clasp on Natasha’s thin chain bracelet, trying to distract yourself from the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Good. You can drop your walls, sweetheart. Nothing you do could ever push me away. I know you can’t trust that just yet, but I hope I can prove it to you soon, okay? We’re going to go at your pace, dorogoy.”
“My pace?” You whispered, meeting Natasha’s eye for the first time since the infirmary. You melted at the comforting expression in her green eyes, not a trace of annoyance or judgment in her stare.
“Your pace.” Natasha confirmed, beginning to lead You towards the counter where an array of ice cream flavors was displayed. Natasha knows what she wants, and it isn’t served in those white plastic containers, but she doesn’t want to sway your decision. She has an inkling that your easily persuaded. “What’s your favorite, sweetheart?”
You look at the flavors. In truth, you aren’t crazy about ice cream, you much prefer a tropical fruit smoothie, but they’re expensive and her favorite little hole-in-the-wall cafe relocated farther into Times Square and truthfully, you couldn’t be bothered to make the trip as often anymore. That was probably good for your bank account, but not so much for your late night cravings.
“Strawberry.” You contemplated telling her the rest of your typical order. When you were younger, your siblings had tormented the hell out of you for liking what you did, and you weren’t fond of being made fun of, but Natasha had promised so many times not to do that. Natasha had promised so many times that she would be different, so you continued. “With peanut butter sauce and hot fudge.”
Natasha quirked an eyebrow, and for a second you thought that she was going to quip back at you about the disgusting combination of peanut butter and strawberries, but instead she smiled fondly. “Bucky likes peanut butter and strawberries. He’ll sneak out of bed sometimes if he can’t fall back to sleep and make peanut butter and strawberry sandwiches.”
“My mom used to make them for me. Not a sandwich, but when I was having a hard day, she would just up strawberries with some peanut butter. My brothers made fun of it more than they didn’t.” You enlightened, your eyes shining as she looked up at Natasha. God, all the assassin wanted to do was squeeze you until you popped.
“Well, I think Bucky would enjoy your company with his strawberry sandwiches. Don’t tell him I told you, but I know he gets lonely watching the sunrise alone with his snack.”
Natasha ordered for you at the counter, not even giving you a chance to worry about if you were going to have to do it yourself or not, which effectively made your knees weak, and you had squeezed Natasha’s hand in thanks. Your blush doubled when Natasha ordered a double scoop of ice cream, adding a soft whisper of praise in your ear after the employee had turned away, which hadn’t gone unnoticed. The whispered praise had been along the lines of how you’d been nothing but a good girl all day for Natasha, and you deserve the reward.
You ended up back at your apartment entirely too soon, and the pout written across your lips told Natasha that you thought as much.
“It’s just until tomorrow, sweetheart.” Natasha giggled, enjoying the sight of her pouty Omega in the dim hallway lighting. It made your eyes glow a color similar to gold. She’d never seen a shade of brown like the color of your eyes.
“Tomorrow is a far ways away.” You reminded, pulling at the hem of your soft colored shirt visibly upset. You didn’t want to seem clingy, but you’d been waiting so long to finally meet your pack, and as overwhelming as it had been and still was, Natasha was already so well versed at helping you feel safe and loved. You didn’t want to lose that for so many hours.
Natasha smiled fondly, wishing she could stay the night but she knew she couldn’t. They had just met. You were overwhelmed and overtired, and she was sure that come the morning you would be glad that you were alone in the safety and private space to understand and come to terms with all that’s happened today. “Y/N, sweetheart. I promise, first thing tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be out here waiting. Okay? No later than 1 o’clock. Go inside, get ready for bed, and think about today, okay? I want that pretty little head of yours asleep as soon as possible, you’ve had a long day.” The gentle instruction made you want to melt into the floor, your body itching to follow Natasha’s instruction and make her proud.
“You’ll sleep soon too?” You fret, and Natasha couldn’t help herself from audibly cooing at the well-intended innocent worry from her Omega.
“As soon as I tell the boys, I’ll be asleep, dorogoy.” Natasha didn’t need to tell you that she probably wouldn’t head to bed until some time after midnight, but the worried little Omega didn’t need to worry her head off about that all night, so she left it out. “Tomorrow at 1.”
“Tomorrow at 1.” You repeated, stepping into her apartment and closing the door when Natasha nodded at her one last time. Your heart was fluttering in your belly as you did as she told you to do and got ready for bed. You were asleep and dreaming about tomorrow afternoon before Natasha had even gotten home to the tower.
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Omega Pt. 14 {Natasha}
Summary : Seeing a little hope makes Natasha be protective and want to win you back again little by little
Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader
Warning : Nothing
World count : 2,283
{OMEGA PT. 13} {OMEGA PT. 14} {OMEGA PT. 15}
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Natasha has been sleeping in your room on the floor for the past four days now. You don’t have a heart to tell her that you four are okay and that she doesn’t need to guard you, so you just let her and offer her the couch at least, but she is still persistent about sleeping on the floor, so you just let her again and respect the boundaries between you two.
But Natasha has three reasons why she keeps insisting on sleeping in your room: first, to guard you; second, to be as close to the four of you as possible; and third, to at least earn herself even a little of your trust, and maybe there’s a chance. She hopes so, though.
And she’s still clinging to the idea that she can still earn the title of Alpha of yours someday, a baby step but still wanting to win you back, and she hopes that maybe you’ll lay beside her again and she’ll never gonna let you away from her hold, and the fact that she regrets sending you away when you let your thoughts win you and craving her hold.
So Natasha simply and secretly lay besides on the other side of the bed while admiring the four of you, peacefully and safely sleeping, but that’s only a few minutes, and she will go back to her makeshift bed to sleep by herself, and that’s enough for her to sleep alone in her room.
It took her weeks before you started to open up to her, letting her help you around, like cleaning the bathroom, and letting her help you when your back is hurting from the constant carrying of either one of the pups. To be honest, Natasha gives the best massage, and she also goes with you when you stroll the pups in the park.
But today, Natasha planned the whole day; every single detail was perfectly planned, and she hopes that everything will go according to her plan.
“Hi, I make breakfast,” then Natasha lightly brings the tray full of food to indicate that she really makes breakfast.
You blinked a few times and rubbed your eyes since it’s basically 6 in the morning and you’re not ready to wake up just yet, and the situation you're in makes Natasha chuckle at how cute you look. You glared up at her when you heard her chuckle.
“Why are you laughing? It’s too early for your breakfast,” you groan, leaning your head on the door frame while you yawn and stretch your limbs.
“It’s actually quarter to 7, and I just want to surprise you for breakfast in bed,” she says, giving you a shy smile, so you open the door wide open, and then you two proceed to the bed.
But before she could set the tray down, she looked at you, who’s already sat on the bed while your back was leaning in the bed frame, giving her a pout and puppy eyes.
“What’s wrong? ”Natasha then gave you the sandwich she made, then sat down in front of you.
“My back is still hurting.” You whimper a little, then take a bite of the sandwich. Natasha frowns at what you said; she doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, even if your back doesn’t hurt for her to give you a massage, or if it really is.
And she doesn’t have any issue or complaint about massaging you, but she noticed that your back is hurting a lot these days, and that's concerning her. Maybe something is wrong.
“Have you gone to Dr. Cho? Your back is hurting a lot these days.” Natasha then pulled you up a little to sit up and scoot you forward so she could sit down on your back and start to lightly massage your shoulder, making you moan a little at the satisfaction.
“Lower please, my lower back is killing me,” Natasha chuckles and scoffs out of amusement, then she lightly bends you down and lightly massages your lower back.
“Y/N, did you see Dr. Cho for your back pain?”Natasha asked again, and you shook your head and looked over your shoulder to give her a shy and apologetic smile, and that’s when Natasha knew the answer.
“We should visit her; maybe something is wrong.” By hearing it, your mood changed. It saddens you that you have to visit the medbay again and scares you that you will be admitted there again and can’t take care of your pups as much as you do, and like Natasha can read your mind, she sits down in front of you.
“Hey, we're just going to visit her and maybe do some tests, nothing serious.” You sighed, nodded, and took a bite of your sandwich.
"Ok.” You both then start eating your breakfast before the three pups start to wake up, and Natasha goes to Wanda and Yelena to ask if they can look after the pups the whole day since she’s still wishing that at least half of her plan will be done.
“Ok, Y/N, Nat, the result came up clean, no sign of abnormalities or anything different, but I would like to give some medicine to help the pain, and also don’t lift heavy materials for a week and get rest as much as possible. You need to let your body have a break since tending to the three pups could be overwhelming and hard, and please come back here after a week. I would like to run some tests again to make sure. That’s all.” Dr. Cho smiled at the both of you and gave you the medicines she prepared right before she entered the room.
"Thanks,” you two both said, then stood up to the bed you’ve been waiting for.
“Take those two times a day, morning and night, after your meal, and you have to take those 12 hours apart.” You two smile and nod, then thank her once again before you two walk out of the medbay with a sigh of relief.
“So, I planned this day to go out, and since Wanda and Yelena have the pups, maybe we could go out?”Then Natasha presses the elevator, going up to your floor.
“But Dr. Cho said, ‘Get rest as much as possible.’” You mimic her, then Natasha gives you a pout.
“I know, but I swear, no extreme activities, just walking around the park.” You bite your lower lips and sigh, knowing you can’t say no to those pouts.
"Fine,” you said, then Natasha smiled and quickly dragged you to your room to change, and so did she.
“Nat, look, I want those,” you pointed to the man who’s selling some balloons, a teddy bear, and some bracelets around the park.
“Which one? ”Nat asked, already taking your hand and leading you to the vendor that makes you squeak with happiness, and you jump a little, making Natasha laugh at your childishness.
“I want to have us a matching bracelet,” you said while looking at the various colors and various types of beads in the bracelet.
"Well, we could get those; which one do you think looks beautiful? ”Natasha, then join you in looking at the bracelets.
“Do you want a tulip? Or heart? Or maybe Shell? Gosh, they are beautiful; I can’t choose,” you whine, frowning, getting a little frustrated about what to choose, but Natasha smirked and saw a perfect bracelet.
“Why not this one? It looks good, and since you love nature, I think it will look pretty on you,” Natasha said, taking the butterfly bracelet, where there’s a big crystal bead in every two pink beads, and in the middle of those two are a little rock bead, and in the pendant, there’s two butterflies, one big with a little butterfly.
“But it's too girly,” you mumbled, looking up at her with a question.
“And? So? ”Then Natasha put it on you with a smile; seeing it really suits you, she took another one and put it on her wrist.
“Now we're matching,” she said, giving you a smile and taking a 20-dollar bill, saying to keep the change, then intertwining your hands with hers.
“But Nat, it looks too girly on your wrist.” You stop her from walking, getting worried that she will just throw it away when your back is facing her or that she will talk behind your back. You know, Natasha, she hates too many girly things when it comes to her things, and you already know and heard the way she insults them and the person when someone gives her girly things.
“So, I love it; it matches yours.” Then Natasha analyzed your facial reaction and body language and realized what you were thinking.
“I don't care if it's too girly; as long as it comes from you, I don't care what other people say. I love them,” Natasha said the last words when she looked down on our wrist with a smile, making me squeeze her hand.
“Now let's go get ice cream,” you cheer, and now you're the one who's dragging her to your favorite ice cream parlor.
“What flavor do you like? ”Natasha then took out her wallet, and you hummed, thinking and choosing what flavor you liked.
“I would like a mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip cookie dough.” You then stand beside Natasha with a smile.
“Ok, one of those, and I would like a vanilla and buttered pecan, please.” You two then wait until they serve you your ice cream, and after you get your ice cream, you two proceed to walk around the park.
But you're suddenly uncomfortable and shifting your stance, looking around the park, then fisting Natasha's shirt and going closer to Natasha.
“Natty? ”You whisper, the ice cream is getting forgotten that it is slowly melting.
“Mhh? ”Natasha, look at you after she licks at her ice cream. Seeing you uncomfortable and frowning, stop on her track.
“Something is wrong,” Natasha says, then surveys the surroundings and sends an alert to the team in case something happens.
“I feel like someone is watching us,” you added, and when you feel the cold ice cream running down your hand, you quickly wipe it with a handkerchief and lick the remaining on the cone.
“We should go home,” you nodded, and when you two turned around, that's when there's an explosion a few feet away from you, Natasha shielding you with her body.
"Fuck,” Natasha said, then saw armed people scattering around, so she pressed the emergency alert again.
“Shit shit shit,” then Natasha throws you on her shoulder and runs, getting you to a safe place, and that's when Tony, Wanda, and Sam come to the scene, landing perfectly and smoothly.
"Romanoff!” Tony shouted and came to her.
“I’ll go get her to the tower; go help them." Natasha gently put you in Tony's arms, then ran where Wanda and Sam were.
“Thought you might need these.” Sam gave her a pistol and a knife, smirking, but Natasha rolled her eyes at him.
“Yeah, sure, it will help me in the long run. Nice help, bird brain,” they both chuckle, but before Natasha could launch to the enemy, you were screaming her name.
“NAAAATTTT! "You screamed when Tony got hit in the middle of the air, hitting him in the arm and losing balance, making you fall.
“Wanda, catch Y/N!” Natasha shouted and ran to you. Wanda on the other side quickly turned around and saw you falling, so she quickly caught you with her powers and brought you down.
“Nat on your back!” Tony shouted, getting up to the floor and firing at the enemy who's on Natasha's back.
But before you could run to Natasha, someone grabbed you and put a handkerchief over your nose and mouth. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, but the longer you inhaled the toxin in the handkerchief, the harder it was for you to get out of their hold.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Natasha then ran faster, and thankfully Wanda saw what happened, so she quickly flew where you were.
“Put her down! ”Natasha's eyes are bright red while she holds the man with her powers in the neck and hand, where he was holding the knife on her neck.
But when he smirked and shook his head, Wanda quickly snapped his neck, and you fell to the ground unconscious.
“The team is already on their way; I’ll go take her to Dr. Cho. The pups are with Kate, and Yelena brought your batons, widow bites, and gun,” Wanda said when she scooped you up and turned to Natasha, who's checking on you for other injuries.
“I need,” Wanda quickly said, shutting her up and taking you away from her.
“I’ll have her; I’ll make sure she's safe; the city needs you, Nat, and it will be faster and safer if I fly her to Dr. Cho.” Then Wanda put Shield around you two and started to fly when Natasha gave her permission.
“Take care.” Then Wanda will fly you to the tower without any attacks on her way, and she will get you to Dr. Cho safely as she promised.
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Date (Steve Rogers x Reader)
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alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!Reader
Day 27 - Starry night // December 2022 and Alpha!Steve Masterlist
Warnings: none
Summary: You go on a date with Steve.
At first, you don't even notice him in the coffee shop. You are too focused on the book in front of you, engrossed in the story. The tea you ordered is long forgotten. The scent of lemon still lingers in the air, and the fruity taste is on your tongue. Soft music plays in the background, mixing with the quiet conversation all around the shop. The Christmas decorations are still up. A small Christmas tree on the counter. Red ornaments hang on the windows.
"Y/N?" A deep voice disturbs the scene playing in your mind. Before the first kiss between the main characters.
You need a few seconds to look up from the paper. "Oh," you gasp, clearing your throat. "Steve."
The tall alpha stands next to your table with coffee in hand. The dark green coat on him is new. You have no idea why you know it.
"I'm sorry," he says with a small smile. "I didn't want to disturb you."
"No," you shake your head. "It's fine. It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too," Steve replies. "Truth be told, I wanted to talk to you."
Surprise washes over your face at his words. "Yeah? About what?"
"Are you free tonight? For dinner?"
The world fades away around you. A dinner? With him? With Steve?
The blonde man can read you like an open book. His gentle smile changes into a smirk when seconds pass by, and you stay frozen, mouth open, eyes full of wonder.
"With you?" You rasp out. "I mean I know I didn't go over for Christmas, but…"
"Just you and me, Y/N," Steve says. "No family."
"Oh," you hum, licking your dry lips. His crystal blue eyes follow the small movement with a tint of hunger in his intense gaze. "Yeah," you exhale. "I-I'm free tonight."
"Good, omega," he nods with satisfaction on his bearded face. "I will pick you up at seven tonight."
"My address is…" you start, but he cuts in with a deep chuckle.
"I know your address, sweet girl."
"Oh," you nod. The heat of embarrassment creeps up on your cheeks. "Right. Of course."
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The town doesn't have many restaurants and definitely not fancy ones, so you feel safe wearing your usual clothes for your dinner with Steve.
"You are beautiful," Steve says immediately when you open the door to greet him.
"Thank you." A shaky smile pulls on your lips as you look down at yourself. He doesn't mean what you wear, but he keeps the fact to himself. You could wear anything, and you would be the most beautiful woman in his eyes.
Macy's restaurant is on the main street. The old lady opened the place when she moved here long years ago, and since then, it has become a family business. Like most of the businesses here.
"I hope it's okay," Steve says when he lets you in first. "I didn't want to go to the city because of the upcoming snowstorm."
"I love Macy," you smile brightly at the man. "She is the best."
He makes a mental note of your comment and everything else you say. He wants to remember your favorite places and foods he can get you in the future.
"So," Steve says after sitting down in front of you at the other side of the table. "How was your Christmas? I was devastated when you didn't call." Amusement lingers in his tone despite his words. The man really waited for your call but didn't want to come on you too strongly. He would hate to scare you away.
"I'm sorry," you reply, embarrassed. "I just…" Your thoughts race in your head as you try to come up with an excuse. In reality, you were too scared to call him. And the thought of spending Christmas with him seemed too much for your heart.
"Hey," Steve smiles softly at you as he reaches over the table to place his large hand on yours. "It's okay. I understand."
"And how was your Christmas?" You ask him just to change the topic. The words roll down from your tongue slowly and heavily. Every nerve in you is focused on his warm touch.
"It was… loud," Steve smiles. His bright blue eyes shine with love and devotion for his family. "They can be rowdy when everyone comes home."
"Your brothers moved away, right?" You ask him.
"Yeah. They are married with kids."
"And why did you stay?" You ask him. "I mean… Bucky and you could be much more successful with much more opportunities elsewhere."
"We thought about it," Steve nods with a shrug of his wide shoulders. "But this town is… home."
"Yeah," you hum. "I know the feeling."
"That's why you didn't move with your parents?"
"Yes. I can't imagine myself elsewhere."
Your night with the blond alpha goes smoothly. You talk, laugh, and eat. Steve is funny and smart. You enjoy every minute with him. He almost makes you forget your crush on him but the hot tension in your belly stays with you the whole night to remind you of your feelings. The man is everything you imagined him to be. A real alpha with confidence and kindness.
"I want to be honest, Y/N," he says as the night comes to an end. "I had an ulterior motive when I asked you out."
You can't help but fidget at his words. "Yeah?"
"I want to ask for your permission to court you."
The world froze around you once again. The quiet conversation and soft music get quiet, and you see nothing but the man in front of you. He is broad and still so gentle. A soft smile plays on his lips as he waits for your answer.
"You want to court me?" You exhale. "Like…an alpha to an omega?"
"Exactly like that." Warmth spreads across Steve's chest at your surprise. Why is it so hard to believe? You are everything he wants and needs.
"Okay, I guess." A grimace contorts your face at your own words. "I mean…"
"You are too sweet, omega," he chuckles.
"I'm sorry," you sigh, trying to swallow back your rapidly beating heart. The heat warms your body, and your scent gets stronger. Steve's senses are filled with the sweet smell of you that makes him crave more.
"I just don't understand why you want me," you admit, confused and embarrassed.
"Why wouldn't I?" His smile is gentle and patient. "You are smart and beautiful. You work hard for the community, and you are stubborn and cute."
"And what courting would mean with you?"
Courting is different for every couple. Some leave it out entirely, and others choose the traditional ways or do it as they see fit.
"I will prove to you that I am worthy of you."
He has nothing to prove, but you keep quiet. You really want to know how it feels when a man like Steve wants you.
"Okay," you nod. Your lips jerk upwards, and excitement bubbles up in your chest. "I would like it very much."
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Only mine Part 2 Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent reader
Only Mine Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader
Steve looked everywhere at this party, but found you no where, He decided to give up his search coming home disappointed and empty handed, The next day was spring break everyone leaving for home, or going on some sort of vacation, Steve was walking toward the coffee shop you frequented when he seen your room mate leaving the dorm, listening to the conversation.
“You sure y/n? I feel bad leaving you when you are battling a terrible cold.” She says holding the phone to her ear as she opens her car door throwing some of her stuff in the back of the car,
“Fine but if you get any worse see a doctor I would hate for you to die on me while I’m on vacation.” She chuckles getting in the car and starting it,
Steve grew concerned He looks at the dorm, He knew which dorm room was yours following you home a few nights ago, He knew this was his chance, tonight was when everyone was gone, and you were alone, He decided he would come back then, He already had the key to your dorm, All he had to do was take it from the office, He smirked knowing tonight was when he was going to get his girl.
You sat on the couch covered in a blanket, a tissue box on the nearby end table, you were too tired to even make yourself any sort of food, You were pretty sure you had the flu, You barley had any energy to even go to the bathroom, Your cough hurt extremely bad, You thought you were dying too tired to even move off the couch, the show you were watching you were barely paying attention,
You take some of the medicine to help you can feel yourself getting tired as your heavy eyelids slowly flutter shut,
The sound of your door shutting echoed in your ears but you could not bring yourself to open your eyes you just assumed that it was just Jessica coming back for something, but soon you felt someone stroke your cheek.
Steve slowly made his way through your dorm room finding you fast asleep on the couch, he rampaged through your dresser grabbing some of your clothes putting them in a bag, He walked over to you stroking your cheek with his knuckles,
“Don’t worry doll, I’ll take care of you..” He whispered
Scooping you up in his arms. carrying you out of your dorm,
Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, and You notice you are no longer on the couch in your dorm, You slowly sit up and notice the room was massive, the bed was huge, the room looked modern with gray walls, the sheets and bedding were white, the bed frame was a thick wood with bed posts,
The door opens revealing Professor Rogers with a tray of soup and a glass of orange juice. you were extremely confused.
“Professor?” Your voice comes out raspy
“Please doll, call me Steve since we’re going to be spending some time together.” He says
He sets the tray on the top of a dresser, that looks like it was carved from a tree,
He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling your forehead, his hand cold to the touch,
“Still have a fever, I guess that’s what happens when you have no one to take care of you,” He says with a smile tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
You were confused,
“How did I get here?” You asked trying to get out of bed but he pushed you down
“I brought you here and you need to stay in bed.” He says
“Professor I need to get back home.” You say trying to get out of bed again But he quickly pushes you down again. But this time anger fills his eyes and he has you pinned down by your throat,
“You are going to listen to me doll or there are going to be consequences.” He says
You look up at him in horror, he is your professor, he was said to be a good guy retired hero, why was he doing this to you what had you done to be treated this way you didn’t understand it,
“Do you understand?’ He asked glaring down at you
You swallow the lump in your throat and nod slowly,
He smiled liking your answer
“That’s my good girl.” He says
You knew you couldn’t over power him, He was far stronger and bigger than you,
You were a petite thing, your dad and brothers always teased you for it, but you never really cared about it until now, he grabs the bowl of soup feeding you the soup, you ate most of it until you told him you were full, He handed you the Orange juice, you drank half a glass, until you started feeling drowsy your vision blurry,
“Get some rest doll, once you are better we will go over a few rules.” He says smiling down at you, you could barley lift your limbs, Steve lifted your legs putting them under the blankets, Kissing your forehead your heavy eyelids slowly fluttering shut,
Steve watched as you tried fighting sleep, but eventually gave in, He smiled at the thought of having you all to himself, all he had to do was rough you up a bit and you submitted to him, He knew you would be perfect for him,
He also knew you didn’t need to go to school anymore, He was going to take care of you, but being a few months shy of graduating he figured he would humor your family, knowing how a military family worked, he was going to have to humor them and let you at least graduate, that way he wouldn’t run into any problems, but after that, you were going to be his perfect wife weather you wanted that or not, and sure he was a bit older than you, but he didn’t care, you were perfect, it was hard to find a girl like you in this day and age and he sure as hell wasn’t about to let you go.
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aiight but this is totally how I see omega Bucky. I mean look at those bitties! Steve motorboats him I just know it
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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 10
Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader
Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?
Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters
Chapter Summary: Reader and Castle's pack head towards the fight.
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of past violence and torture. Talk of the witch wound.
The witch trials were a lonely time for witches. A time of little trust, of exposure and betrayal. A friend could turn on you in a heartbeat. Mates would deny their connection to their witch partners, to protect themselves, their children and reputations.
The torture, treatment and loss of thousands of witches, continued to ripple into the generations, the witch wound a tear in every witch’s soul.
“The witch wound will always be in every single one of us,” Fiona had told you “it’s a dark mark in our history but it’s also something that we live with, which we fight with, every single day. It binds up together. Think of it as a string, that connects us all.”
You weren’t a fan of Fiona’s history lessons but she was adamant that it was part of your training, to give you a better understanding of powers and what it meant to be a witch. Combining every single thing you knew and your powers, would make you stronger. Agatha knew everything and anything there was to know about witches, the history and everything in-between, so you needed to too.
“You can’t let her or her sidekicks get the upper hand because you’re being a stubborn smartass and she can see a weak spot.”
Now, as you sat in the back of one of Castle’s ex-military trucks, Billy and Elektra across from you, you pulled on the wound. Your back upright and straight, with your palms open and facing upwards, you whispered to yourself, a mix of light language, Latin and English intertwined. Your strength growing from the pulling of the wound and the pull of your ancestors.
You tensed suddenly, sensing Agatha the close you got, and Billy went to learn forward to touch you but was stopped abruptly as Elecktra grabbed his arm. He went to speak but she was quick to mind link to him.
“Don’t.”
“But…”
“She’s preparing for the fight Russo. You’ve seen witches do this plenty of times in the field.”
“They weren’t her.”
You stopped their conversation as your voice broke through the silence.
“Agatha is the only witch there but she has fresh powers.”
“What do you mean Princess?” Billy asked.
“She’s killed another witch recently, very recently and took their powers.”
Frank shook his head. This should never have happened. The authorities, the powers that be will never learn their lesson and when it came to witches, they would never learn unless they listened to the W.A.C.
“Anything else?” Elektra asked. Billy’s head snapped to look at Elektra.
“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to mind link.
“She’s stronger than you think Russo.”
“Baby?” Frank asked.
“She’s pissed off. Annoyed. She’s being thrown off by the shield and the locals using the oils and salt.”
You pulled again on the wound and you jolted as you felt a pull back. A wave of familiarity waved through you. Thoughts of Fiona, Cordelia and Maddison filled the back of your subconscious, they were quickly pushed to the side as Jean, Storm and the witches of the X-Pack pushed through. You felt another stronger pull on the wound.
You allowed yourself to open up more and felt a flurry of heat rush up your body. You ears became muffled like you were underwater and then you felt it, like the snapping of an elastic band into your chest and a rush of energy, strength and power and then her. Agatha.
You could see her. She couldn’t see you but you could see her and the Hydra goons that were with her. You could hear the whimpers of the injured security guards in the box, now safe behind your shield, and the yells of the rogues telling Agatha to break it down. You smirked and flickered your fingers to make it jump with static, Agatha’s eyes growing wider.
You heard a faint voice. Luke.
“ETA two minutes.”
You stayed in your trance, watching Agatha and the Hydra agents. The latter pulling what appeared to be hostages from a van. Frank kept his eyes on the road as much as possible, scanning the surrounding area, glancing back at you when the chance arose.
Your voice was strong but quiet.
“I see her.”
Four sets of eyes went wide and you reached out your hands. One towards Billy and Elektra, and the other towards Frank. You connected with them and let them see what you could, as the Hydra morons spread out, Agatha looked around frantically. Nobody, no witch, had ever kept her out of anywhere. Apart from one. The one that had stopped her getting into the town where those coven school witches were hiding.
You felt the pull of your sister witches again and quickly released hands with the others. A rush through you brought messages.
“End this.”
“Never take your eyes of her.”
“Remember everything, every I taught you, every single part.”
And then a final message from Maddison.
“Snap that bitch.”
A rush through your body caused you to gasp, as the truck came to a halt, Frank’s orders of positions coming through.
“On my mark.”
Elektra and Billy pulled out their guns and knocked off the safetys, their eyes never leaving you.
“Rarity? You good?”
Your eyes snapped open and you smirked. Billy felt like he’d been punched in the chest. You were more beautiful he had ever seen you. Your eyes had turned gold when you started the shield, but now they were brighter, and your skin and hair seemed to be glowing.
The smirk though, the smirk was nearly unnerving. You were beautiful and slightly terrifying all at the same time.
It was then they realised.
You weren’t a six at all. You were a seven. And you were ready to snap Agatha Harkness like she deserved.
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