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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Wildest Dreams: Part 4
It seemed like weeks since they had found you in the library and tried to trap you, the two massive alphas who had practically been dry-humping in the aisle that you were needing to get into, but in reality it was a little over a week.
You had exited one of your physiology classes only to be flagged down by one of the junior receptionists that worked directly for the dean. She had caught you before you could head to your second class, and had in not so many words, informed you that the dean needed to talk to you.
You’d thought that maybe there was a problem with your admittance papers, or there could have been a few issues with your classes since you’d been told they were reaching peak registration numbers. What you had been thinking was on an entirely different level and scope than what was waiting for you when you arrived at the dean’s office.
The first indication that the older alpha and dean were not alone, was the wavering and wandering scents of the two alphas who had cornered you in the library. The first integral notes that had infiltrated your nose were confusing at best, given that you had no reason to be here with them unless the head librarian had made a complaint about you from the week before. Still, it hadn’t eased you.
Still, as you had entered the office and had taken the seat to the far right of Bucky you were not unbound.
You were confused, you were anxious and you had been stuck between wanting to throw your book at Barnes’ big head and fleeing the room as the scent of alpha became overwhelming.
“Hey bean-“
“Don’t talk to me.” You cut Bucky off with a tense snap, your entire body and hindbrain firing off neurons that only added to your feeling of unsettled composure.
There were too many alphas in the office that wasn’t nearly big enough to give you ease or peace of mind. It was much too concentrated to focus on anything but the way Steve and Bucky’s scent had reacted in time with your own, and the dean was looking between you expectantly.
There was a moment of awkward silence that fell between the four of you, as you waited for the news of why you were here to come to light. You had no possible idea why you were called to the office or why the two meatheads were here with you, the junior secretary had revealed nothing, and with no given clue as to why you were called, you were becoming more agitated and put off the flurry of scents.
It was only after the dean of the university had leaned forward and rested his elbows upon the desk, tucking his hands under his chin, that he had addressed you with a clearing of his throat.
“Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes are in need of a tutor in order to continue playing with the football team, they need to maintain a GPA of 4.2 and they’re sitting at 3.9. You were recommended by a few professors here and because of your connection-“
You felt the heat, bubbling and boiling anger poignant under your flesh as you grit your teeth and sucked air in through your flaring nostrils. You had bounced your heels against the floor as you fidgeted while listening to the dean yammer on about the pride the university had in their football team, and the great importance that having two players like Barnes and Rogers on the team.
He had continued, applying pressure to you to give in without formally asking you, all while the sound of his voice and his grading scent was fuelling your internal engine that would eventually lead to an outburst. You were biding your time, you were positively stewing from the weight of this news.
And you couldn’t cognitively explain why.
“We need the help, omega bean.” Bucky had fixated his gaze upon you, watching you with widening eyes and a droop of his bottom lip into a pout that had simultaneously made you more irritated than before and empathetic to their cause.
“We can’t play if we don’t raise our GPA.” Steve had also allocated a pout, and his blue-green eyes had become wide and doll-like.
You knew they loved the game, you knew they were talented and incredible at the sport. You knew they had to be extremely talented to have made the team in the first place, but to then have the admiration of so many people in and out of the school? That kind of talent and skill was impressive and had stirred support that was as powerful as it was poignant. They loved it, and they needed you.
Still, you were annoyed.
Was it because of the insistence that you and the two alpha form a bond again? Was it the feeling that this was all contrived by your parents and the past you shared? Or were you so annoyed and triggered by their presence because you recognized the familiarity you shared when you were younger? Was it your stubbornness that wouldn’t let you get past this re-admittance into your life?
“-you’ll receive extra credit toward your degree for your hours put into tutoring Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes-“ The dean continued to speak even as you had shoved your chair back and stood with your bag resting on your hip, and Steve and Bucky looking your way.
“It would’ve been nice to be asked instead of coerced into it.” You slammed your hand upon the flap of your bag, feeling the weight of your physiology and biology textbook that you’d used no less than ten minutes ago while wondering if you could get away with bashing them over the head with it.
“Omega Bean-“
“I’ll help you, not because I like you.” You smacked Bucky’s hand away when he tried reaching for you, warmth and piercing irritation stirring your ire like hot coals. “You miss one study session and it’s over, I won’t let you waste my time.”
You were overwhelmed by the scents of alphas, you needed out and you needed to breathe in a more even mix. You had stepped outside and slammed the door behind you hard enough to rattle the doorknob and the windows in the office. You had stumbled forward while your legs shook, desperate to get rid of their heady mix and get outside into the fresh air, your feet carried you until you hit an invisible wall and found yourself unable to move any further.
“We didn’t do this on purpose.” Steve jogged after you, coming to a stop just as you had a few feet away, his scent coming unhinged and still as potent yet it made you feel less stifled and more invigorated.
You had slowly exhaled and pivoted partially toward him, your hands clenching and leaning in a slow rhythm, his eyes fixated on you while your eyes had bounced around his face and shoulders, unable to focus on one thing for too long.
“Bucky and I, we’re not….trying to manipulate you. I know what you’re thinking, both of us know-“ you turned and darted away from him again, taking the nearest exit with a fire under your ass.
You pushed open the fire door and let it slam behind you, the metal clicking into place only to be opened again a few moments later. The sound of the door opening for the second time had echoed in your head just as the sound of their footsteps on the concrete had called out to your hindbrain like some kind of siren song to take control of your body.
“Y/N, stop!” Bucky had spoke up, Bucky had given the alpha command that slid too easily into your hindbrain and was accepted far too easily by those primordial and basest urges.
“Can you just talk to us? We’ve barely been able to keep up a conversation with you.”
They encroached, they drew closer and you were enveloped by their scents like you had been in the office only there wasn’t such a tarnished concentration as before. This was easier than before, even if you hadn’t wanted to be in their presence at all, at least their scents weren’t aggravating.
“I don’t want to talk to you, have you ever thought of that? Have you taken a moment to think that maybe I don’t want anything to do with you?” You turned on your heel, quickly coming to face them head on while also leaning into the stubborn nature that was inflicting you with such strong resistance.
The truth was, that having them pursuing you, it made you feel weak. Having them actively trying to worm their way back into your good graces and into your life, in general, was more than you could handle right now. Steve and Bucky wanting to pick up whatever you had in daycare when you were five, it had felt like you were standing on the edge of a high board, ready to dive into the water but being too afraid to look over the edge.
You knew that eventually you would have to go over, eventually you would have to take the plunge but it was your fear and your anxieties that kept you from completely giving in.
“Come on, you know that’s not true-“ You screamed in frustration and slipped your bag off your shoulder, whacking Steve in the side with your physiology and biology textbook as you countered his claim.
“It is true! I don’t want to be around you! You and your annoying little posse of cheerleaders and constant fuck cycle!” you huffed and whacked him once more before you turned sharply and started stalking away, only to stop again and turn back to look at both of them.
“That’s what you’re so mad about? You think we slept around with the cheer squad? JellyBean, those girls are our friends-“ Bucky had begun laughing, a sweeping chortle making his shoulders shake while Steve had winced and waved at Bucky to shut up.
“And the other omegas? The other girls who like to comment on your stupid instagram page-“
“Steve and I only fuck each other. Occasionally we have a third but-“ Bucky groaned when Steve had smacked his chest with enough power to knock the wind out of him, but the damage was done.
You had groaned and huffed again, stomping your feet dramatically like you had when you were younger. They let you leave, they let you walk away while they watched you and the steam billow out from your ears as you huffed and puffed about the two alphas who were caught under your skin.
They waited a few minutes before they had begun trailing on after you, walking the same path you had until you turned a corner and headed straight into one of the coffee shops on campus. Bucky and Steve had watched and waited as you took a table near the back and dumped your bag onto the seat, sitting with another, silent to them, huff and a purse of your lips.
None of this was going like they wanted, none of this had played out like what was in their heads and given how excited they were for you to be back it had felt like a harsh blow. There had been a long stint between daycare years and university, with most of the time passing as you were across the country from Steve and Bucky while they had each other.
It was, in part, a necessary evil to save you three from being socially isolated in a formed pack, but while Steve and Bucky had each other you had no one.
“We have to talk about it eventually.” Steve had grabbed Bucky’s hand to yank him into the coffee shop, the bell above the door announcing their presence but you had sparsely lifted your head.
You had only glanced at them when they approached the table as a pair and remained quiet and solemn. You had leaned back against your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, giving the two of them a deeply seeded glare that was akin to something cute and sweet trying to look deadly.
“We’re sorry,” Steve had cleared his throat and attempted an apology, settling one hand upon the back of the chair, “for…being stupid.”
“That’s a lifelong disease, Rogers. Being stupid.” You snipped and bared your teeth, your ire and anger as an omega was almost as deadly as theirs as alphas and you hadn’t needed to get physically violent. Again.
“Can we talk, please? explain ourselves?” Bucky started to slide the chair out from under the table, only to cease his actions when you whipped your head in his direction and let out a soft little growl of your own that had sparked little noughts of desire.
“We’ll buy you hot chocolate, and something to eat.” Steve attempted to smooth you over, with a bashful smile and a wave of his hand toward the counter. “You still like crushed candy cane and whipped cream, right?”
“My next class got cancelled.” You huffed and grit your teeth. “You have two and a half hours, and if I don’t want to listen-“
“You can leave anytime.” Bucky had quipped, adding the little bit as he took his seat across from you and then craned his neck back, grabbing Steve’s wrist to stop him from moving. “Grabbing me something, Stevie?”
“Are you going to pout if I don’t?” Steve grumbled, yanking his hand from Bucky’s wrist and rolling his eyes when he fell silent. “Why do I even bother asking?”
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The cacophonous scents that had irritated you earlier had now dissipated and was replaced with the aroma of brewed coffee and slightly burnt sugar, the blend of teas and additives to the tops of their seasonal drinks that you had focused on.
And then Steve and Bucky’s scents crept back up and overpowered it all, leaving you feeling as if you could have purred and revelled in its comfort since your heart, brain and hindbrain all seemed to be discordance with each other.
“We didn’t sleep around, I should clarified-“ Bucky’s voice was akin to honey, laced with the kind of sweetness that was natural for an alpha trying to connect with an omega.
“Your friend…Rhys-“
“Rhys! Yes!” Steve spoke with overexcitement, knocking his knee against the underside of the table, a sharp whine falling from his lips.
“Rhys, the cheerleader, she found me after you left. But then I saw all these other comments-“ you sighed, your eyebrows furrowed. “We’re not friends, we haven’t been friends-“
“Steve and I have only been with each other, and occasionally we’ll sleep with an omega when our ruts are really bad.”
Bucky reached out and rest his hand upon yours, only connected for a moment before you yanked your hand back. “Sorry. Sorry…”
“She said you’re like their brothers, and that most of them are in relationships.” You steeled your gaze toward Bucky, yanking yourself and your coffee back to create more distance. “But you still have all those girls hanging off of you, your little fan club-“
“Omega Bean, we waited for you. We would never-“
“Yeah? Did you?” You snapped again, bearing your teeth with bite and ire. “You had each other. I had no one. You at least got to grow up together while I was ripped away and moved across the country.”
“You know what our parents said-“ Steve had reached for you again, his fingers grazing your forearm. “I’m sorry we had to leave, but you’re here and we can start off-“
“No,” you cut him off, confused by your feelings and the screeching of your hindbrain to just give in, “no we are not diving back in. Not where we left off. Absolutely not.”
“Friends then?” Bucky stole your attention, smiling charmingly and beautifully. “No courting, no dates. Just…friends? And a tutor..?”
“I’m so pissed at you, I could throttle both of you.” You growled, still as intimidating as a little bunny, but if it made you feel better they would’ve heard it all day.
“You got Steve already.” Bucky grinned, boyishly chortling under his breath. “I don’t remember you being so strong.”
“Bucky-“
“Yeah? You’re next Barnes.” You grabbed your bag and lifted it over your shoulder, letting it fall against your hip. You stood and grabbed your coffee and your untouched pastry, clinging to both as you stood but hadn’t left.
“Friends?” Bucky batted his eyelashes at you, pouting and pleading in a very un-alpha like manner.
“You really waited? You had no one else?” You questioned, your guard slipping for a moment.
“Of course we did.” Steve’s voice had grown softer, his eyes just as tender and sweet. “I can count on one hand-“
“We missed you.” Bucky grabbed your wrist, his thumb brushing against your veins as he scented you. “We missed you every day, omega bean.”
It brought you comfort and warmth, and you had to mentally berate yourself not to close your eyes and revel in it.
“Friends. Barely friends.” You jabbed your finger into Bucky’s chest, your eyes narrowing into a glare that was neither intimidating nor deadly. “And we start studying Thursday.”
“We have practice Thursday.” Steve spoke, sliding the calendar over to you. “Friday and Saturday’s are saved for games-“
“Fine. Wednesday then,” you spoke again, with a little more fierce, “I can only do Monday and Wednesday.”
“Since we’re friends…” Bucky slowly stood, trapping you between the next table and his chest. “Would you consider coming to our practices and games?”
“Our first game is this week. Start of the season-“
“-fine.” You stepped around Bucky and began walking toward the door, stopped once more by the sound of his voice.
“Would you consider friends with-“ you turned and looked over your shoulder, a laugh bubbling on your tongue as Steve slapped his hand over Bucky’s mouth to shut him up.
“Silence,” you laughed under your breath, “it’s a real good look on you, Barnes.”
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onsunnyside · 1 year
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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐀𝐔𝐬
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: all the CEvans daddies. organized by character. See 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐔𝐬 for more.
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All unnamed/not tagged prompts: #sonnysprompts
𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓:
Dark!Andy (uhm… you get knocked up)
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𝑨𝒓𝒊 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏:
ari x brat!reader
baker!ari (lovesick needy!ari)
beefy sugar daddy!ari
cam!stepbro!ari
cult!Ari AU
college football player!frat boy!ari x cheerleader!reader (rivals with benefits)
daddy!ari x trophy wife!reader (to dilf!ari x milf!reader)
dilf roommate!ari
farm hand!ari
firefighter!ari
hunter!ari (dark)
lumberjack daddy!ari
mean mechanic daddy!ari
minotaur au: ari | bull hybrid!ari
orc!ari
older art professor!ari
police officer!ari
robber!Ari
roommate alpha!ari
shy best friend!ari has a crush on you
sleazy cop ari
stepdad!ari (dark doctor!ari)
stoner!ari x oblivious!reader
Sugar Daddy!Ari (with sugar baby!reader, sugar baby!ransom)
tattoo artist!ari
vampire king!ari x princess!reader
werewolf daddy ari (x runaway princess!reader)
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𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕:
bad boy stepbro!curtis
Big boss daddy Curtis (ballerina AU)
Daddy Curtis
Lumberjack AU
minotaur au: curtis 
tattoo artist!curtis
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𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏:
Soft Dark Jake Jensen
streamer bf!jensen
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𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎:
FMX!Johnny Storm
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𝑳𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏:
Lloyd Hansen Basement Wife AU
Stache AU (cop AU & swim coach AU)
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𝑴𝒓. 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒚:
Mr. Freezy AU (hitman au)
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𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝑫𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆:
Sugar Daddy!Ransom
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𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 (& 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚, 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓):
Beauty and the Beast AU
dummies in love (himbo!steve x airhead)
Personal trainer!Steve
Priest!Steve
Professors Stucky AU
Street Racer AU (fast & furious AU)
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smutconnoisseur · 1 year
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This is the place where all of the mood boards that I create will be stored.
Please be advised that some of the following content may contain explicit and mature themes, and is (NSFW). All creations are my own.
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❥ Mafia!Bucky x Kept Boy!Steve
❥ Doctor!Rogers x Patient!Bucky (1)
❥ Foodie Influencer!Bucky x Chef!Steve
❥ RetiredCap!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Baker!Omega!Bucky Barnes
❥ Dragon!Steve Rogers x Farmer!Bucky Barnes
❥ TFATWS!Bucky x Johnny Storm
❥ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers
❥ Dark!Beta!Sheriff!Bucky Barnes x Outlaw!Alpha!Steve Rogers
❥ Alpha!Gymnast Coach!Steve Rogers x Omega!Gymnast!Bucky
❥ TattooArtist!Steve Rogers x Gentlemans Club Worker!Bucky Barnes
❥ Lloyd Hansen x Steve Kemp (1)
❥ War Time Stucky Header
❥ D/s | Post Serum!Steve x Winter Soldier!Bucky
❥ Pornstar!Hitman!Steve Rogers x Human Meat Seller!Bucky Barnes
❥ Bed & Breakfast Owner!Bucky
❥ Dom!Andy Barber x Sub!Max Burnett x Dom!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes
❥ Cafe Owner!Steve Rogers x Caffeine Enthusiast&Author!Bucky Barnes
❥ Daddy!Andy Barber/Baby Boy!TJ Hammond
❥ Himbo!Steve Rogers x Bartender!Bucky Barnes
❥ Model!Bucky Barnes x Photographer!Steve Rogers
❥ Erotic Performer!Bucky Barnes x Officer!Steve Rogers
❥ Past!Football Player!Steve Rogers x Past!Football Player!Bucky Barnes
❥ Silver Fox!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x 1940s!James Barnes
❥ Demon!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Steve Rogers
❥ Priest!James Bucky Barnes x Demon!Nomad!Steve Rogers
❥ Roman!Royalty!James Bucky Barnes x Gladiator!Steve Rogers
❥ Pastry Chef!Bucky Barnes x Wedding Planner!Steve Rogers
❥ Farmer!Nomad!Steve Rogers x Trailer Park Slut!Bucky Barnes
❥ Circus!Ringmaster!Bucky Barnes x Fire Performer!Steve Rogers
❥ Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (Anon)
❥ Dark!Witch!Bucky Barnes x Incubus!Chase Collins
❥ Modern!Bucky Barnes x Boss!Ari Levinson
❥ Master!Steve Kemp x Pup!Slave!Winter Soldier
❥ Single Dad!Silver Fox!Bucky Barnes x Nomad!Doctor!Steve Rogers
❥ Vampire!King!Steve Rogers x Human!Bride!Bucky Barnes
❥ Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Pre-Serum!Cam Boy!Steve Rogers
❥ Hitman!Steve Rogers x Recovering!Bucky Barnes
❥ Kelpie!Bucky Barnes x Merman!Prince!Steve Rogers
❥ Beefy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Cap!Alpha!Steve Rogers
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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years
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Stucky Masterlist P.3
Started: 1/2/22
Updated: 7/27/23
Part 2
Puppy Steve In Rut
Daddy Steve & His Sex Acts For Every Mood
Steve Accidentally Buying Lingerie That Looks Like The Winter Soldier's Combat Uniform
Extended Thoughts On Steve In Lingerie & Feeling Feminine
Cautiondonotmicrowaveme's HC on Bucky & His Teeny Tiny Swimsuit
Buckitty & Puppy Steve In The 40s ft. @/possibleplatypus
Steve Gets His Crack Waxed "For Bucky"
Big Sub Steve's Cleavage Does Big Damage
Big Sub Steve Mattress Humping w/ a Gif Example
Alpha Male On The Outside, Whiny, Subby Mess On The Inside
More CEO Steve & Escort Bucky
Blushy Steve At A BDSM Munch
Twice The Lingerie, Twice The Trouble
CEO Steve Blowing $$$ On Lingerie
Big-Sub!Steve Being Bratty & Cockwarming
Sugar-daddy!Steve & Stripper!Bucky + CEO!Steve & Escort!Bucky
Bucky's Birthday Gift
Omegaverse Chastity Belt Play
Captain America!Steve & Modern-Silver!Bucky
Omega Bucky's Thick Thighs
Steve's Itty Bitty Waist
Subby Top Bucky Being Worn Out
CEO Steve's 1st Time In Panties
Bucky In A Crop Top P.2
Playboy Bunny Steve
Can Steve Get Hoarse?
Lavender Steve's Fruity Photoshoot
Steve's Post-Serum Libido Meta
@/maddiewritesstucky inspired thick cheerleader!Bucky & quarterback!Steve
"Coming In Hot" Sneak Peak
Bucky's Self Image Feels, Trying To Feel Better
Roofer!Steve And Customer!Bucky AU
More Roofer And Customer
Bucky & Steve Playing House As Kids
Buckitty After His Heat
More Bunny Steve
Werewolf Steve On A Leash
Bucky & Steve's Favorite Foods
Okay But What If Not One Sub But Two!?
Big, Buff Omega Steve w/ A Primal Kink
My Various Bottom (and Sub) Steve Fic Ideas
Sub Steve Gooning
Steve Coming Home From A Mission
Daddy Has To Go When Bucky Is Still Coming Down From Subspace
Sub Steve & Sub Bucky w/ Two John's
Was Bucky Sexually Abused By HYDRA? How Does That Effect His Relationship w/ BDSM?
Doorbell Camera Footage Caught Makeouts
Winter Soldier Bucky & Nomad Steve (ft. Metal Arm Kink & Subby Steve)
Nomad Steve Meeting Bucky In Wakanda
No Nut November But 👏Stucky👏
Omegaverse Scent Kink
Bucky Making Steve Cum In His Suit
Reverse Sugar Daddy Au?
Steve's Manslut Workout Clothes
Thoughts About Steve's (Hairy) Tits
(Football AU) Bucky Sending Steve Dirty Pictures
Omorashi + Rope Bondage
Deep Throating + Steve's Pretty Lashes
Commander Rogers In Lingerie
Steve And Bucky Literally Have Cold Feet
More Cold Feet Thoughts
What If Bucky Stayed w/ Steve On The Shore?
Anon Provided Sculptor Steve
Steve's Love & Guilt
Wakandan Bucky And Nomad Steve Ruining Younger Steve
Big!Sub!Steve Sounding And Omorashi
WWII Bucky Giving Steve An Accidental Hand-Job
BIG Titty Bucky's Tank Tops
Nomad Steve Being Very Vocal & Very Much A Bottom
Pleading Anon Provided Naughty Sugar Baby Steve
Steve's Prewar Heart
Pleading Anon Provided Sub Steve Falling Into Subspace Slowly
Pleading Anon Provided Aphrodisiac Chocolate
Get Hit Or Get Dicked--A Big Sub Steve Dilemma
Pleading Anon Provided Pre-War Hickies
Blow Job Dialogue
Anon Provided Puppy Play ft. MUZZELS
Steve's Loose Sweatpants
Puppy Alpha Steve
HTTM Bucky & RSDR Steve + Spanking
Submissive Alpha Steve Being Punished
Inexperienced But Eager Bottom & Sub Steve
Well, It Ain't Gonna Fuck Itself
Touch Starved Massage
Steve Choking On WWII Bucky's Fingers
Puppy Alpha Steve Fisting Dom Omega Bucky
Bucky Painting Steve's Face Then Licking It Off
Wrecked Baby VS Composed Sir
Steve Gets Filled With Eggs
Anon Provided Omegaverse Beach Day
Sub Alpha Steve Getting Choked
But... What If... Pony Play?
Daddy Steve & Baby Bucky Collectively Losing It Over An Afternoon, Casual Blowjob
Bucky Hypnotizes Steve To Get Hard, Soft, & Cum On Command
How Did Bucky Get Steve Hypnotized?
Optometrist Medical Kink
@/sail-not-drift's additions to optometrist medical kink
More Omegaverse Beach Shenanigans
Part 4
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Fave stucky fics?
Easy Work for Easy Pay 
(to me this is the perfect fic, my most re-read, really satisfying -- office chemistry! killer plot twists! spot-on characterisation! apart from like 1 line and some truly awful music choices I wouldn’t change a word.)
Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series 
(my most-reread series; post-WS AU fluffy screamingly hilariously funny and moving comedy in which Bucky is following Steve around DC while Steve is, he hopes, following him around).
The Sweetest Spark 
(kind of a sugar-daddy!Steve/student!Bucky AU except not because it's just that people think Bucky's a gold-digger when he ain't... one of those fics that makes me stare into space mentally writing fanfic of the fanfic, if that makes sense.)
Lemon Meringue Lies 
(obviously I’m a sucker for cook!Bucky, and slowburn with a side of mutual pining and friends-to-lovers, who isn’t? Steve being made to realise how much he takes Bucky for granted is also, in this case, literally chef’s kiss.)
These Streets series
scalding hot, NYPD BeatCop!Steve / reforming!hood Bucky (Bottom!Steve !! But they also switch???) Not to be read in public.
Misdemeanor 
(shrunkyclunks comedy; cop Bucky accidentally pulls over Cap Steve and has to ask for his license... which Steve never bothered to get) 
In the Deed the Glory series 
(former high school sweethearts become rival football players in college’ AU) is bizarrely compelling, really really gripping; part has an appearance from a fanon Isaiah Bradley, obviously pre-FATWS which makes Pt 4 in particular, er, awkward. 
Carbs and Conversations 
(modern Hockey au! Bucky is still an assassin but in the sport-sense.) 
War, Children 
(shrinkyclinks, it's that rarest of things a skinny!Steve modern AU I can actually stand -- and god the modern Vet!Bucky/homeless!Steve hurt/comfort… One for a rainy, melancholy day… it'll stay with you.)
Love Stories for Tedious People 
(is an interesting Doctor!Steve/PTSD!Soldier Bucky AU with a realistic feel and a rare plausible not-annoying past Sam/Steve; has lines of dialogue that haunt.) 
Life of the Party 
(BAMF childrens’-entertainer!Bucky mistakes Steve for a fellow superhero impersonator; LOL funny.)
All The Angels and The Saints 
(examines the effect on stucky of Steve’s politics/religion; has lines of dialogue from Bucky that just really stuck with me.)
20th Century Limited 
(I think of this as the ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’ AU. Steve and Bucky can hear/communicate with each other when they’re ‘on ice’. Extra points for Bucky and Hulk being immediate Bros.)
Dishonor series 
(comedy in which they meet during the Battle of Manhattan, and Steve has the most Awesome case of foot-in-mouth syndrome imaginable, I mean, talk about meetuglies, truly it’s a miracle he and BAMF Sergeant Bucky ever get past the enemies stage.)
My Working Week and My Sunday Rest 
(holy shit this fic, dat slowburn! talk about shivers down the spine! exactly articulated bottom!Steve in a way I’d never really been able to put into words.)
Golden Age of Illustration 
(An AU based on the real life of J. C. Leyendecker, where Bucky is sent home before the train mission, gets back into art, becomes an add illustrator and Steve is his model/muse. Illustrations included!)
The Fool In the Mirror 
(Bucky is support omega to alpha Steve; hits every note I want in a fic).
The World's at Stake 
(soulmate mark au shrunkyclunks, angst with a happy ending because they both think their marks mean they’ll never meet)
Pull Apart the Dark 
(Steve is transformed into a toddler who will only let Bucky look after him; trouble is, Bucky is still recovering from being TWS and everyone else is freaked out.) 
bucky barnes: tsa employee extraordinaire 
(shrunkyclunks semi-comedy; mad costumed comic-book villains keep coming through Bucky’s airport on the way to attack Captain America.) 
Here's a Conspiracy 
(pre-war and post-war shrinkyclinks au. This fic. This fic Destroyed me.) 
And It Won't Be Too Much 
(swoony romantic modern au with iirc marine Cap Steve and event-planner Bucky who’s cheeky to Col. Philips; this fic is the reason a certain Haley Reinhardt version of a song is in my stucky playlists.)
 The Match Game 
(modern au Steve’s a hit-it-and-quit-it type who decides he wants more with new-to-his-building Bucky ... who only wants a friend-with-benefits situation.)
The Boy With The Thorn In His Side 
(“Holy shit,” says Steve. “I’ve been knocked out twice by the same guy.” BAMF!Bucky shrunkyclunks Bucky is a lamb in this one.)
Lucky Seven 
(shrunkyclunks more BAMF!Bucky !!! as the hot Russian mechanic who works on Steve’s bike but has a Dark Past, he is again a lamb.)
Put You on Something New 
(modern au frat bro Steve and football star Bucky hnnng the straight boy ending up sucking dick kink I didn’t know I had, oof!) 
Through The Looking Glass 
(Bucky is transported to a mirror universe where there’s a Steve who carries a sword and is... not quite right. This epic fic ripped my guts out and stomped on them; I mean, literal tears, streaming down my face. Thank god the ending has a goosebumps-style pick-your-own version or I might’ve Actually died.)
Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap
(Steve and Bucky are accidentally body swapped and get stuck babysitting the infuriating Peter Parker on a roadtrip to go sort it out. Had me weak with laughter and I have never identified more with Bucky’s Extreme Rage.) 
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believeitseeitdoit · 3 years
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Bucky Barnes x Reader 
Good, Sweet Girl 
When the depression takes hold, Bucky is there to keep you from drowning
ANGST Soft dom/sub, depression TW, Anxiety TW
Back To School Night 
It’s school open house night, and Bucky saves the day in more ways than one
 FLUFF, Anxiety, foul language, maybe dom/sub suggestions if you squint really hard?
The Bed Issue 
The times Bucky chose not to acknowledge the unsuitable bed, and the time he finally addressed a big (small) problem                                                       
 FLUFF Arguing, cursing, hints of smut, feisty relationship, adorable?
Bucky Barnes x Reader  X Steve Rogers (Stucky)
A Defiled Uniform 
The boys find an innocent garment while packing your closet, and allow their unsavory desires to drive your first evening in a shared apartment            
SMUT, dom/sub tones, polyamorous, threesome, foul language, MFM, literally so much smut                                                                                                      
*if you do not feel comfortable reading things that have to do with a hint of religion, proceed with caution*
Legos and Language ***NEW****
The trio of lovers learns one of the toughest lessons of parenthood, their feet versus Legos 
FLUFF, slight hints of SMUT, foul language, domestic stucky, parent Steve and parent Bucky 
If Stucky isn't your jam, skip this one 
Sebastian Stan x Reader 
Sunday Surprises 
The first Sunday Night Football game of the season is always fun, but this one is going to be twice as special for you and Seb                                          
FLUFF, RPF, insinuated smut, mentions of hangovers and sickness, slightest puking mentions, pregnancy, adorable things                                                 
*this was my first posted fic, be nice to this one please… she’s my delicate flower fic*
Walter Marshall (Night Hunter/Nomis) x Reader 
Not So Innocent Evening
A quiet evening at home ends in your husband Walter pulling out his baser instincts to breed you… again…                                                                  
SMUT, FILTH, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, FLUFF, foul language
Natasha Romanoff x Reader 
Pride and Permission
Your Alpha reminds you who is in control, and when to accept the need for release. 
SMUT, Alpha/Beta/Omega AU, A/B/O dynamics, BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, domme!Nat, sub!reader, punishments, reference to knotting, DP, plugs, spanking, etc.
P&P part 2
Your punishment continues, followed by your pleasure.
SMUT, Alpha/Beta/Omega AU, A/B/O dynamics, BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, domme!Nat, sub!reader, punishments, knotting, DP, plugs, spanking, etc.
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prettyboy-parker · 5 years
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starker: the omega in the window
warnings: nff at the end, little bit of stucky, omegas are bought
“Steve, man, shut the fuck up.”
The table roars with laughter, except for Steve, who turns beet red.
“Sam, I swear to God. I’m just excited.”
Sam chuckles softly and shakes his head.
“I’m just teasing. But seriously, if I hear Buckyone more time, I’m going to snap.” He warns, clapping the blonde on the back. Tony smiles and looks down at his almost rock-hard pizza. All this past week, Steve’s only been talking about the omega his parents bought him from one of the private schools, a tiny brunette named Bucky. Some of the group has their doubts, like Clint, who swears everything Steve is saying is a lie. His main argument is that the omega is moving in ‘a week’,which is a ‘lame coverup.’
Tony’s happy for Steve, he really is, but it sucks that he wasn’t the first one to get an omega. His parents insist he needs to meet an omega before they buy him, which is ridiculous, because no one actually does that.
“You wanna come get Bucky’s collar with me after school, Tony?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, sure.” The other Alpha mutters, taking a sip of his apple juice.
Steve shoots him a thumbs up.
🌼🌼
“Do you even know where this place is?”
Steve smiles as they walk down the crowded streets of New York, blue eyes flicking around as he searches for Poppy Petals Omega Boutique.
“Yes. Maybe.” Steve replies and Tony rolls his eyes. There’s a light lavender awning a few stores away, and Tony could guess that’s where they need to be. They walk fast, faster than usual, but slow down when the sign comes into view. And holy shit,his heart stops when they reach the window.
There’s an omega in the window, sleeping on the luxury cream loveseat. He’s snuggled under the fluffy white blanket, lips parted as he naps. His face is gorgeous and peaceful, small freckles dotting his nose, glitter sweeping his plump cheeks. Even sleeping his hair is perfect, almond curls splayed on the pillow.
“Steve,” Tony croaks, eyes not leaving the window. The blonde stops next to him, humming in response. The omega opens his eyes, big whiskey colored orbs glinting with amusement. He smiles softly, sitting up and stretching his arms out in front of him. His white sweater slips down his shoulder, exposing the creamy pale skin underneath.
“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” Steve jokes, Tony’s brain trying to think of a witty comeback. The other alpha is already opening the front door, and Tony rushes after him.
The bell chimes on the door, and the inside smells so good, like vanilla and honey. An young-ish woman stands behind the cream wooden counter, thick glasses perched on her nose.
“Hi, how are you?” She asks, turning her attention back to the book in her hands. Steve looks uncomfortable, hands tucked into the pockets of his school issued slacks.
“Um, I need a collar for my new omega?” He asks, the woman not tearing her eyes away from her book.
“I can help!”
The voice is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. The omega from the window is standing between two displays, smiling wide. Tony’s awestruck, eyes dragging over his milky bare thighs.
“You’re gorgeous,” Tony says before Steve can ask anymore questions. The boy flushes beautifully, bashfully looking at the floor. The woman at the counter pulls Steve to one of the corners of the store, thank god, so he can revel in the omega a little bit longer.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” The omega purrs, tucking a soft curl behind his ear.
“Call me Tony, honey,” The alpha responds suavely, finally snapping out of his trance to get his charming, sweet talking personality back. The omega giggles and bounces on his bare feet.
“Hi, Tony!” He chirps, and wraps his arms around the older’s torso. It’s so omegan, hugging instead of a handshake as a greeting. Tony hugs back, and his skin is so soft, he could pet the boy forever.
“I’m Peter!” He giggles when he pulls away, practically vibrating with excitement. Tony yearns to get his hands on that skin again.
“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous omega, I say.” He quips with a wink, squeezing Peter’s bicep gently. The younger lets out a breathy little giggle, nuzzling against the lapel of Tony’s school blazer.
“You think I’m pretty?” He asks softly, eyes wide in disbelief.
“The prettiest I’ve ever seen, Jesus,” Tony, growls licking his dry lips because he’s got an armful of precious omega. Peter hums happily, keening at the praise.
“The sisters at the Pine say all omegas are pretty.” He lilts, and oh, that’s the- that’s the best omega private school in the state. Hell, even the east coast.
“Pine Hill?” Tony repeats as Peter runs his finger over the embroidered Anthonyon his breast pocket.
“Mhm! We get a time back home before visiting week.”
Tony open and closes his mouth a few times.
“Like, where the alphas come and pick an omega?” He confirms, and Peter nods excitedly, then widens his eyes.
“Wait, do you-“ Peter tries to form his words, “Do you want to come?”
“I’ll see if I’m free.”
Peter gasps and bounces up and down.
“Are you serious? I’ve never had an alpha come for me before!”He shouts, squeezing Tony tight. For a split second, the alpha thinks he’s gotten himself in to deep. But, he really wants an omega, and his parents will be proud, and Steve can’t be better than him.
“Yeah. I’ll talk to my parents, okay?”
“Yes! Okay! Aunt May! Guess what?”
🌼🌼
It’s relatively easy to find information on Peter.
With a little digging, he finds the school’s yearbook from the previous year, little Peter Parker with his gorgeous smile and perfect makeup on page 23. May Parker, his aunt, owns the Poppy Petals Omega Boutique, Peter sitting in the window whenever he’s home from school.
He decides to break the news over dinner.
“Mom? Dad?”
Maria and Howard look up from their fettuccine alfredo.
“I, um,” Tony has to cough and clear his throat, “I found an omega.”
Howard raises his eyebrows, almost approvingly. “And?”
“Yeah, well, his name’s Peter. Peter Parker. He goes to Pine Hill.”
His mother inhales sharply. Money’s never a problem for them, it won’t make a dent in their bank account, but probably the fact that Tony even knows what Saint Monica’s is caused the reaction.
“Pine Hill? He must be one of the best trained omegas out there.” She inclines, stabbing at her noodles. Tony nods, Howard still staying silent. “And where did you meet him?”
“I went with Steve to pick up something from that boutique in the city. He was there in the window,” Tony has to pause to take a breath. “God, mom, he’s beautiful.”
Maria smiles softly and Howard looks impressed.
“And visitation week is soon, I presume?” His mother presses. She always needs to know what’s going on and every little detail.
“Yeah, next Monday. The website says we need to call in and schedule an appointment if we have a specific omega in mind.” Tony tells her, pushing his noodles around impatiently. “I can call, if you want.”
“That would be very responsible of you, Anthony.” His father says, and Tony almost shoots him a glare, but remembers that he’s the one that’s going to pay thousands of dollars for his omega.
For Tony, dinner goes by way too slowly. He’s bursting with excitement when his parents dismiss him from the table, scrambling upstairs to his phone. He dials the school’s number, and a woman picks up immediately.
“Pine Hill School for Omegas, this is Abigail. How may I help you?”
“Hi, um, I was looking to meet an omega, possibly take him home?”
“Of course!” She chirps, and Tony leans back in his desk chair. “Do you want us to pair you up with an omega, or do you have one in mind?”
“I was interested in Peter Parker?” He says, and deep down inside he can’t believe this conversation is actually happening.
“Oh, yes! He’s a sweetheart. Is there a day next week which would be best for you?”
“Yeah, I don’t have football practice on Wednesday. That would be best.”Tony tells her, flipping a pen absentmindedly.
“That’s perfect. We have a spot open for 3:15. Will that work?”
“Sounds great.”
“You’re legal guardians will have to attend as well. Can I have a name for the appointment?”
“Tony Stark.”
There’s a silence from the receptionist.
“Mr. Stark, I had no idea. I’ll be seeing you Wednesday!”
“Yup. Thanks so much.”
“Have a nice day!”
He hangs the phone up, lets out a sigh, and smiles.
🌼🌼
“Mom, do I look okay?”
Maria rolls her eyes, squeezing Tony’s shoulder gently. The alpha continues to fiddle with his hair, looking at the reflection on the car window.
“You look wonderful, Anthony. He’ll love you.” She coos, swatting his hand away from his hand. Tony takes a deep breath and turns to the school.
It’s beautiful, really. Built in the late 1800’s, the school has two large towers and a rustic feel from the worn walls. The landscaping is a contrast to the building, greens and purples and blues around the front and down the path. Pine Hill School for Omegas is written above the huge double doors, the gold plated letters glinting in the April sun.
“Come on, we’ll be late.” His father huffs, gravel crunching under his shined Oxfords. His mother grabs Howard’s arm to steady herself, black heels not intended for walking on the small pebbles.  Tony trails behind them, smoothing out his navy dress shirt. There’s more people than he would expect on a normal school day, alphas of all types getting out of their cars and heading inside.
The main lobby is cool, with tall windows and even bigger ceilings. There’s a giant, glittering, gold chandelier hanging over the white marble floors. There’s a receptionist desk to the right, and Tony’s parents wait beside the doors as he checks in.
“Hi, Mr. Stark!” The receptionist greets cheerily. The metal name tag on her desk reads Abigail Walter, the lady he spoke with on the phone. “You’re just in time. Peter and our Head of Affairs are ready to see you.”
“Thank you, Ms. Walter.” He responds with a impatient smile.
“Conference Room 15. Just keep going down this main hall, and it’s on the right.”
Tony flashes another smile and heads to his parents.
“Come on, mom!” Tony laughs, resisting the urge to sprint down the fucking hall to meet his omega. Maria smiles her warm smile, adjusting her blouse and following Tony. They locate Conference Room 15 pretty easily, and the door’s open, Tony’s breath catching in his throat because Peter is sitting at the side of the conference table.
“Tony! Tony!” He squeals, and Tony can’t help but smile wide, sitting down across from him. The omega is beaming, lips shiny with gloss. The woman from the store, May, sits next to him, lips drawn in a tight line. Another beta woman is at the head of the table, dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail, bangs swept to the side.
“I’m Maria Hill, Head of Affairs at the school. We’ll be talking about how this all works, okay?”
The group spends the next hour going through stacks of paperwork. Peter doesn’t do anything, just sits there and sneaks glances of Tony. The alpha will wink when he meets Peter’s gaze, causing the little thing to flush prettily. There’s a lot of signing on dotted lines, and Tony’s pretty sure his signature has improved the most it ever has before. May agrees to letting Peter into the Stark family. Ms. Hill makes it clear that they can’t bar Peter from visiting his family or friends, which is perfectly understandable.
Truly, Tony will let him do anything his heart desires.
Ms. Hill asks the two to go get Peter’s luggage from his dorm, and the omega jumps up excitedly. It’s the first time Tony gets a glimpse of his school uniform, the top like his own but a pleated skirt on the bottom.
“Alpha, I can show you my dorm!” Peter exclaims, pulling Tony out of the office chair and into the main hallway.
“Peter, slow down!” The alpha chuckles as Peter rushes down the hall, to one of the sets of stairs in the corner. The boy giggles as Tony grips his waist, stopping them before the first set of stairs.
“You’re amazing,” He breathes, Peter pressed to his chest, staring at him lovingly.
“Can I have a kiss?” The omega asks quietly, so innocent and sweet Tony’s heart just melts. He laughs softly and presses his lips to Peter’s. He tastes like cake and cookies, and he’s so inexperienced it’s endearing.
“Mm, Alpha.” He purrs, nuzzling into Tony’s silk shirt.
“We have to get your stuff, baby.”
The pet name slips out so easily, and Peter likes it, if his wide smile says anything.
The omega babbles all the way up the stairs, and through the hallways, holding Tony’s hand as he winds his way through the dorm wing. The other omegas who are in the hall stare at them with jealousy. It pets Tony’s ego for sure, knowing that Peter’s the one who gets him.
They stop at room 237, a handmade sign reading Peter + Harley! in neon script under the worn numbers.
“We have a special knock.” Peter giggles, rapping his knuckles on the door in a rapid succession. The door swings open, a dark blonde omega standing inside.
“Pete, what-“ He stops mid-sentence when he catches a glimpse of Tony.
“Alpha, this is my best friend Harley! Harls, this is my alpha Tony!” Peter shares, pushing past Harley and pulling Tony into his dorm. It’s not terrible, not as big as Tony’s, but it doesn’t matter now.
“Peter, you didn’t tell me Tony fucking Stark was taking you home.” Harley snaps, collapsing on the wooden chair in front of his desk. Peter just giggles as he pushes Tony down onto the bed.
“I did! I said Tony, didn’t I?” He quips, pressing a kiss to Tony’s cheek as he hands him two duffle bags and a suitcase.
“There’s a million Tony’s.” Harley huffs as Peter shucks off his blazer.
“‘M gonna change, alpha, sit tight!” Peter giggles and fuck, he’s undressing down to his white lace panties. Tony has to lick his dry lips, because Peter is stunning, with miles of perfect skin and a tiny omega cock nestled in the lace.
“You’re staring,” Peter teases as he slips on a loose, white button up. It’s stylish, tied in the front with short sleeves. He pairs that with tiny white denim shorts, and he looks like a literal angel.
“How can I not?” Tony smiles as Peter kisses him softly. He hums happily, running his hands on the omega’s tiny waist.
“Save the sex for later, Peter.”
Peter pulls away quickly, face heated in embarrassment. Tony kisses his cheek and coos, slinging the two duffel bags over his shoulders.
“You’re so strong, Tony.” Peter purrs, eagerly peppering kisses onto the elder’s neck. The alpha just chuckles, holding his suitcase in one of his free hands.
“Bye Harley, ‘m gonna miss you.”
Peter squeezes Harley tight, reallytight, and the other omega grimaces.
“Keep in touch!” He squeaks, and Tony follows him out the door. The only sound in the hallway is the wheels of the suitcase on the burgundy carpet.
Peter asks a million questions a minute as Tony carries the case down the steps. It’s not even close to annoying, he answers every question to a T. He spots his parents and May standing in the lobby, making small talk.
“Are you ready, boys?” His mother asks sweetly, and Peter nods. He makes his way over to May, who holds him gently. Tony turns to his parents to give the two some privacy, May muttering something to her nephew.
“Take care of him.” May says to Tony, and he nods vigorously. He may be..a little intimidated by the older alpha and her hard stare. Peter takes Tony’s hand in his, nuzzling close into his arm.
“Alpha?” He asks softly as Tony’s parents shake May’s hand. Tony looks down at his boy, gazing into those wide honey eyes. “Are we going home?”
Tony laughs loudly and kisses those baby soft cheeks, causing Peter to squeal and giggle.
“We’re going to go out for dinner, how does that sound?” Howard speaks up, and Peter clasps his hands together happily.
Dinner is nice.
He orders Peter 3 different dishes, lobster, steak, and shrimp. He’s precious, eating the food with his thin fingers, practically moaning at each piece. The omega even took to nudging small pieces of steak at Tony’s lips, almost bursting into tears when Tony said he has his own food. Peter is thrilled when the waitress asks if they want desserts, and Maria encourages him to order as much as he wants. Peter teared up when Tony put his debit card in the check, expressing how he’s such a good alpha and I love you so much.
“Alpha?” Peter whispers in Tony’s ear during the car ride home, bellies full with expensive meals. “When we get home, can we- can you give me your knot?”
Tony has to bite his lip to keep from growling.
“Yeah baby,” He mutters against the shell of Peter’s ear. “You want my knot? You’ll get it, because you’re such a good boy.”
Tony licks up Peter’s neck, making the younger squirm. He smells delicious when he’s aroused, and Tony can see Howard’s hands tighten on the steering wheel as they pull in their driveway.
“Welcome home, baby boy.”
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sherrybaby14 · 5 years
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Forever
Prompt:  Stucky x reader A/B/O and dark! A/B/O
Summary:  You ran away from your Alphas and they find you.  (I’m a sucker for the runaway trope as well).  
Words:  2500 (I make my drabbles too long!)
Warnings:  A/B/O dynamics,  dub-con, SMUT!
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Did you leave the stove on?  No, of course not.  You couldn’t remember the last thing you ate that wasn’t a microwave meal.  Maybe you left a window open.  The last time you opened a window was in October, when a random hot day hit.  All winter you were constantly checking the locks.
A neighbor must have stopped by.  Why?  You glanced to your left and your right.  Both houses had their lights on.  You couldn’t even remember their names.
They were too busy cooking meth or yelling at each other in the yard to pay attention to your dilapidated state of affairs.  
Two months in this place.  It was time to move again.  Find another shithole to live in.  That was all, just nerves of settling in too long.  
Your neck ached.  You tried to stretch it as you held your key out and walked up to your house.  There was a high school football game tonight and the diner was packed.  You’d lifted too many heavy trays.  
Once you got inside you would take off the waitress uniform and head straight for the tub.  Extra salts.  That would relax you.  
You let your mind wander about new places to move.  The slum landlord wouldn’t miss you.  He obviously didn’t care about your neighbors broken beer bottles all over your lawn.
Maybe a new place would be better.  You started to fantasize about what that could mean as you unlocked the door.    
Crunch.  You heard it as soon as you walked inside.  Your hand went to the switch and you flipped on the light.  
Steve was right in front of you.  A pill bottle in his hand as he crushed the remainder under his boot.  RUN! Instincts took over and you took a step back and turned, slamming into a hard body.  
You bounced back, but didn’t hit the floor as strong arms reached out and grabbed you, holding you up.  
Without looking you up knew it was Bucky, his hands digging into your arms harder than necessary.  The ache in your neck started throbbing and you realized it wasn’t from the tray, it was your fading claims coming back to life with your Alphas so near.  
Bucky leaned his head into your neck and inhaled.  The action brought a calm to your tiring bond and you almost wanted to sink into him, apologize and have them take you home.  
No.  Biology wasn’t fair.  This wasn’t you, this was the Omega needs.  You tried to shove him away, knowing it was a pointless gesture.  Bucky let out a growl and lifted his head.  
There was nothing but anger in hid blue eyes as he narrowed them down on you.  
“You’ve been very naughty Doll.”  Bucky opened his mouth and your blood pressure spiked.  
“No!  Don’t!”  You tried to push away, but his teeth landed in the exact same spot as his old claim and he wasted no time sinking them into your flesh.  
“Ahhh!”  You tried to twist away as the pain spiked followed by a strange sense of relief.  
The bond had a mind of its own and was happy to be renewed.  You let out a sob though.  Almost a year, it barely bothered you anymore, but breaking away from them had been a painful detox and you didn’t think you could start at square one any longer.  
Bucky lifted his head.  There was blood on his lips and teeth as he licked them.  You brought your hand to his mark and felt the wetness.  He let go and you tumbled backward, but again you smacked into a hard body.  
Steve wasted no time finding his own mark and renewing the bond.  You whimpered this time as your body went in a different direction from your mind.  
Your heart was fluttering with excitement at the reunion.  There was a dampness growing between your legs too.  All of the un-attended to heats over your time apart wanting answers and fulfillment.  
It hadn’t taken over yet though.  You were still capable of having a thought not controlled by your nature.  
“Get the car.”  Steve turned you around and flung you over his shoulder.  
Your head hung upside down as he went and grabbed a bag on the thread bare couch.  The gravity didn’t help your tears as they rolled down your forehead instead of cheeks.  
“Why?”  You whispered.  “They were fading.”  
In fact, you almost stopped worrying about this moment happening.  They could’ve claimed another Omega by now and continued on without you.  
“Because you’re ours.”  Steve’s voice was emotionless as he flipped off the light and walked outside.  
You pinched your eyes shut and pretended this wasn’t happening.  But that only allowed you to pay attention to the physical response.  Your claims were throbbing, but not with pain.  You could feel their saliva mixing with your blood, igniting a fire that had gone dormant.  
It was spreading all over your body, like a drug or a virus and soon you were going to be a complaint, whimpering mess for them.  Your Alphas were aware of that fact too.  Aware wasn’t the right word, welcomed it fit better.  
“I hate you.”  The lights from the car flashed ahead of you.  
Steve let out a growl.  THWACK!  He smacked your ass, hard.  You cried out, not expecting that response.  
Instead of stopping at the back door Steve went to the trunk.  Your heart flared and you tried to claw off of him.  
“Relax.”  Steve gripped you harder.  “Thought you deserve it.”  
He dropped the black bag in the trunk and slammed it shut.  
“Thank you.”  You cringed at your response.  
“That’s better Doll.”  Steve opened the back door and tossed you on the seat.  He rounded to the passengers side and got in.  
“You didn’t buckle her in?”  Bucky looked at Steve.  
It was like nothing had changed.  You still weren’t even there to them.  Your hand went to the handle.  
“Child locks.”  Steve buckled his own safety belt.  “Don’t bother trying.  Buckle up.”  
The Omega inside you purred at the instruction, listen to your Alpha, he’ll keep you safe.  But it made you sob.  Still you did as you were told, silently hoping the car did crash and you had another chance at escape.  
“It hurts.”  You clung to the sheets as you thrashed on the bed.  “I have to go back.  Please, I want to go back.”
“Shhhh.” A wet cloth was pressed to your forehead.  “It will pass in a day or two. You’re in the worst of it now.”  
Your handler looked down at you and gave a sympathetic smile.  You’d trusted her, trusted the network, but this was not what they told you would happen.  You tried to lash out at her, but your wrists and ankles were bound to the bed and the older Omega was too far to bite.  
“LET ME GO!”  You screamed and arched your back in agony.  
It was like the bond was a spirit inside of you raging at the separation.  Punishing you for being away from your Alphas this long.  
“I’ve been there before Y/N.”  She looked unfazed. “It will get better and you’ll be free.”  
She stood up and left the room as another wave of pain made hit your gut.  
The cramp from your memory became real in the backseat of the car and your pressed your thighs together.  
“How much longer to the room?”  Steve shifted in front of you.
“I can smell her too.”  Bucky hit the gas harder.  “I’m going as fast as I can.”  
They wanted you.  They were going to have you.  It made more juices pool at your core.  You pinches your eyes and shook your head, not wanting your biology to take over, but your reserve was already slipping.  
“Why?”  You asked the question again.  “You could’ve let me go, found another.”  
You reached forward and grabbed the back of Steve’s seat to brace yourself as another cramp formed.  The bond was spreading, they were taking over your body all over again.  Putting you right back in the place you never wanted, never chose, never belonged.  
“Because you’re ours.”  Bucky gave the same answer Steve had.  
The response did nothing to quell your fears.  They called you Doll, because that’s all you were to them.  But you should have been replaceable.  The only reason they hunted you down was to satisfy some Alpha ego trip.  
The car turned into a parking lot of a flea bag motel.  This was not their style, but there was hardly a Hilton in this middle-Of-nowhere town.  Bucky barely slowed down when he pulled into the parking space.  
Your body was turning into an inferno, you could literally feel it spreading up your face.  As soon as it reached your brain you were a goner.  How long until you came down?  A day?  Probably more like a week.  
Bucky killed the engine and both Alphas jumped out of the car.  Steve opened your door and unbuckled your belt.  He lifted you out of the car and carried you while Bucky pulled out the keys.  
“You’ve been very naughty.”  Steve glared at you.  “Don’t think all is forgiven.  But you need this right now.”  
“I don’t want it.”  You started to shake, like your soul was trying to tell you to shut up. “I don’t want…”
“But you need us.”  Steve interrupted with a warning. “Do you know we felt you?  What you were doing to yourself?  We thought you were kidnapped.”  
You looked away, feeling shame.  How could you leave them?  You were slipping.  These feelings thoughts, they weren’t yours.  They were your nature trying to take over after being denied so much the last year.  You took in a breath, as if you were slipping underwater and needed one final gulp of air.  
The warmth of your body became all encompassing and you wiggled against Steve.  He was your protector, he was your leader, he was your Alpha.  
“I’m sorry.”  You reached up and touched his cheek.  “Alpha, please.”  
Steve seemed to relax and looked at your with approval.   Bucky opened the door to the room and Steve walked you inside.  
“Undress.”  He set you on the bed.  
Bucky was already taking off his shirt as he kicked the door closed.  Memories of how sculpted the man was didn’t do him justice.  
“NOW Omega.”  Steve’s voice jarred you.  
Your hands went to the button of your waitress uniform and you started undoing them, the clothing feeling scratchy against your hot skin.  
“Working?  Living in a place like that?  Alone?”  Bucky glared at you.  “Taking suppressants?”  
“I’m sorry.”  You started to tear up.  “Please, forgive me.”  
“Buck, she’s in heat.  Now’s not the time for a lecture.”  Steve came behind you and yanked off the dress. “We’ll deal with the punishments when she comes down.”  
You let your head lull back against Steve, so grateful he took the dress off of you.  You looked up at him and puckered your lips, wanting to give him a kiss, but his jaw hardened and he shook his head making you whimper.  
You didn’t deserve kisses.  Bucky grabbed the rest of your uniform, drawing your attention back to him as he pulled the rest off, buttons flying everywhere.  
The action made you lift your hips and Bucky did away with your panties at the same time Steve unclasped your bra.  You moaned, the cool air on your skin welcoming.  
Bucky dropped to his knees and kissed up your thighs.  Steve grabbed your hips and lifted you up.  When he lowered you his cock was at your entrance.  Your eyes rolled back into your head as he split you, the empty feeling in your soul finally being answered.  
“I missed you.” Steve dropped his head and started sucking at his claim.  
The small affection mixed with the feel of his renewed bond made you purr.   Bucky let out a growl and you looked down at him.  He arrived at your center right when Steve stretched you to your fullest.  
His eyes were on you while his tongue found your clit.  He flicked it twice before sucking it into your mouth.  You twitched and squealed.  
Steve started flexing underneath you, making you slightly bob up and down his shaft while Bucky moved his head with your body, pulsing against your most sensitive bud.  
You never understood how they were capable of moving like this.  Bucky’s tongue swirled and Steve’s hands slid up your hips to your stomach and breasts.  He started kneading and pinching, all the while giving deep pushes inside your pussy.  
It was too much and too little all at the same time.  You needed more, more of them.  But you’d been so bad.  You didn’t deserve them.  
It should be you on all fours, with Steve railing into you while Bucky’s cock rammed into your throat.  It should be brutal, they should use you however they liked for what you’d put them through.  But here you were, the center of their world.  
“We’ll do that position too Doll.”  Steve’s voice carried a smile.  
It warmed your core.
“Am I speaking out loud?”  Your head fell back against Steve.  
“Tell us how this feels.”  Steve pinched down on your nipples making you jerk and moan.  “Tell us Omega.”  
“Like I don’t deserve you.”  You ran your hands through Bucky’s hair.  
He responded by pressing his tongue harder against your clit and humming.  
“Ehh!”  You formed fists against his locks, needing something to grab on to.  
“Keep going.”  Steve flexed harder, filling you almost to the point of pain.  
“Like I’ll be good.  I’ll be good for you, if you let me.”  You wanted to please them, needed to please them.  “Like I’m your Omega.  Always.”  
The admission brought a pulse to your bond and you were rewarded with a growing coil in your stomach.  
“Like I should have never left.  Like my place is with you.  Like I should listen to everything you say.  Like I belong to you.”  The coil tightened.  
Bucky growled in approval, sending another vibration to your clit.  Steve started flexing faster, giving the friction you needed.  
“Forever.”  You moved your hips at little as you could.  
Then you felt Steve’s teeth sink deeper into his claim.  It brought a pain, but the sensation was enough you fell over the edge, screaming and panting.  
You saw stars as your toes curled.  The heat flushed away, replaced with a cooling sensation.  Sweat broke out over your entire body.  
“Fuck you taste better than I remembered.”  Bucky’s mouth left your clit.  
You moaned at his absence, but Steve dropped one of his hands and pressed down in Bucky’s tongue’s place.  Then he lifted you up in the air and spun around.  
Bucky climbed on the bed and you found yourself on all fours.  You opened your mouth and relaxed your jaw as his cock pressed passed your lips.  Steve rubbed circles on your pearl while he started ramming in from behind.  
This was perfect.  This was where you belonged.  
“Forever.”  
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Wildest Dreams: Part 3
The phone had nearly slipped from his hand when he had been pushed against the shelf by Steve, the two fit men hiding away in the back of the library, seeking out any of the darker rows of books stacked neatly.
They were trailing after your scent like little lovesick puppies, so driven to find every place you had liked to be or had frequented they had nearly caused one of the student librarians to topple the cart of books she was pushing around, and in doing so had earned the scorn of the head librarian.
Steve and Bucky had been told by one of their newest freshman players that you always tried to study at the same table in the library.
It was a table closer to the back than the front and had been placed near two windows that were adjacent to each other which provided natural light and warmth from the sun when it was at its peak, and the glow of the sunset when it was dusk.
The table itself was not overly sought after by most people who had come to study here, the table was closer to the back and had been quite the walk to the front desk, and the windows had let in too much light for someone who was hungover trying to do a crash course study session before classes.
For you, however, it was perfect.
“If we get kicked out, I’m kicking your ass.”
“Did you say kick or kiss?” Bucky grinned solicitously and jerked his head forward to peck Steve on the lips, startling the blonde and bringing him back to a defaulted position physically and mentally.
There was a moment of conjecture where Steve had blinked and blushed, pink dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he snapped his jaw closed and cleared his throat. His hands had loosened against Bucky’s shirt, and he had even begun smoothing down the soft cotton when both of the alphas had stilled.
“It’s-“ Bucky had inhaled deeply, his eyes closing momentarily when your scent had become the densest and most powerful, the soft mix of florals and sweetness made both of their mouths water.
It was the addictiveness of your scent and the powerful twist of their hindbrains that had automatically become attuned to you even after all the years that had passed between you three.
“Fuck,” Steve rest his forehead against Bucky’s shoulder and whined, the headiness of your scent was both exhilarating and debauching.
There was no end to how delirious you had made them, to how strong and innate their need to be around you and feel you were. You may not have felt the jarring surge of wanting and needing, and you may not have been aware of how potent and vivacious the connection still was between you three but they did.
Steve and Bucky knew, they felt it. Maybe you had closed yourself off to it, maybe you had denied yourself and your hindbrain, or perhaps you had shoved it so far down into yourself that you refuse to acknowledge it at all. But they knew, and they felt it.
“Are you kidding me?” You stood at the end of the aisle, a stack of books already in your arms that were threatening to topple over.
You had appeared comfortable wearing an oversized campus hoodie that was drenched in your scent, and a pair of dark leggings that were tucked into a pair of cheap dark suede boots. You had pulled your hair out of your face and secured it with a single black headband that was held into place with a few bobby pins and had completed your comfortable and cozy appearance with a pair of headphones that were draped through the front of your hoodie, almost as if they were strings.
“Hey,” Steve had huffed and let Bucky go, his cheeks still heated and pink from the blush that afflicted him, “how’s it going?”
“Hey, beanie!” Bucky’s chipper attitude had come as he squirmed out of Steve’s grip to lean against the bookshelf, one hand resting above his head on the shelf and the other on his hip. “Omega bean-“
“Do not call me that.” You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, your eyes darting between Steve and Bucky. “You didn’t have sex here, did you?”
“Not yet-“ Bucky chortled and then grunted when Steve smacked his chest with force, shooting his boyfriend and best friend a dirty look.
“We were hoping to talk to you.” Steve had drawn in a soft breath, attempting a subtle gulp of your scent as he craved and needed to let it fill your lungs.
“Talk to me?” You cautiously entered the aisle, taking a wide berth around them before you ultimately sidestepped the two alphas. “What could you possibly want to talk to me about?”
They watched as you scoured the section you were in for a certain book, your scent reeling as the lingering awkwardness and silence had grown headier. You had pursed your lips and shifted your weight from foot to foot, the stack of books in your arms getting heavier than expected, and with it, you had groaned and shifted them to your other arm.
“Do you want…help?”
“What?” You turned to look at them, a clear divide between how you felt and how you were projecting your feelings.
“Your books look heavy, do you want help?”
“Not to be rude, but what do you want?” You brushed their attempt to help off, denying them with a stark question.
You held their gazes until you couldn’t anymore, and had to look away. You had pressed your fingertips against the spine of a random book, almost as if you were going to pull it out but changed your mind. Rather than grab it you had mouthed the title with the flutter of your lips and the bashful bat of your eyelashes.
Both of which had made Steve and Bucky weak in the knees, it had rattled them to their core. The simple few actions had stirred innate desire that bubbled under their skin to afflict them with an intense need to feel you.
“It’s been a while.” Steve had looked at Bucky as if to beg him to help while the three of you took over this space. “Thought maybe we could talk.”
“What could you ever want to talk about? Football? Cheerleading? Barnes abnormally large head?”
“My head is not large,” Bucky gasped dramatically, resting a hand on his chest, “unless you’re talking about the other head.”
“Bucky!” Steve scolded him, reaching out to pinch his arm with a sharp hiss.
“I didn’t know the definition of microscopic now meant huge.” You dug at Bucky, firing a comment at him that had produced a playful laugh equivalent to water rolling off a duck’s back.
He was no more bothered by your comment than he was unamused.
“Omega Bean, I swear-“
“You two!” The librarian stepped around the corner and smacked her hand against the front of the shelf, drawing their attention away from you. She stood at the end of the row with a sour look on her face and a sneer tugged at her lips.
“I thought I told you to leave.” She raised an eyebrow, looking upon you with indignation.
“I’m not with them.” You denied knowing them, stepping away with a flourish of your bag, smacking it against Bucky’s side.
“Good conversation. Wish it was shorter.”
You think you have peace to work on your latest assignment, you think you can enjoy your spiced chai latte without interruption. You have hope that you can hash out the last few noted details that you wanted to add to your paper before you had gone back to your dorm to type it up.
It was all part of your process of studying and doing research, you would write down points and facts, referencing where you could find it if you had to go back, and then you would return to your dorm to put it all together.
Usually, you would remain unnoticed and unbothered, especially as new as you were to the university. Your hopes were dashed when you return to your favourite study desk after seeking out an additional book and found someone hanging around your desk.
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“Hey girl!” She appeared to the left, the cheerleader that was hanging off Steve.
She stood to the left of your desk with a friendly smile on her face that matched her equally bright eyes and her tight ringlets pulled out of her face and secured with a silk pastel pink scrunchie that had only let a few loose pieces out of the hold.
The last time you saw her when she was hanging off of Steve, she was wearing a tight cheerleading skirt and matching crop top with pompoms. She had been sandwiched between Steve and Bucky, while Steve had his arm around her waist.
You were as remiss now as you were then, struck with a direct bolt of envy and jealousy that had sunk deep in your veins and boiled under your flesh. You had bit down on the inside of your cheek as she stood by you and the desk, waiting for you to say something.
You were damn jealous. You shouldn’t be jealous, but you were.
“Can I sit here?” Instead of the pompoms and skirt, she’s wearing a pair of tight black leggings that were branded with the cheer team’s name down the side of her right thigh, and the symbol of the school set below the writing.
Keeping with her change from her cheerleading uniform, she had worn a royal purple hoodie with the name scrawled across the front. “If you wouldn’t mind?”
“It’s fine.” Your reply is quiet and you watched her as she pulled out the chair from under the desk and sat down, scooting herself back toward the desk with a sprawling charm.
“Listen, about what you saw at the welcoming party-“ She cleared her throat and began the explanation you didn’t think you wanted, and you had reacted with a strengthened offence, preemptively cutting her off.
“I don’t care.” You spoke over her and bowed your head, furiously scrawling at the notepad in front of you. “I don’t care that they fuck around-“
Her laugh had made you take pause and you lifted your head to stare her down with pursed lips. There was a lingering question in your eyes and the halt that you had taken was only another catalyst to make her grin.
“Seems like you do.” She leaned forward and tapped her fingers against the back of your hand, her nails lightly pecking your flesh. “For what it’s worth, I’ve got a boyfriend and an alpha of my own. The other girls on the team…Steve and Bucky are protective of them.”
Silence had come between you, the obvious disconnect between her being interested in Steve and Bucky as alphas, and her description of them like brothers to the girls on the team seemed glaring.
And yet, you had seen from their instas that they had willingly and wantonly occasionally brought a thrift into their relationship. Were you supposed to ignore that for the sake of a triad that wasn’t even real?
“They’re like big brothers who hate how other boys look at us like we’re stupid and bubbly.” She rolled her eyes and tucked her hand under her chin, sighing heavily. “I’m studying engineering but all anyone sees is a perky little cheerleader-“
“I’m sorry.” You apologize to her, stumbling over your discerning thoughts about her, every speculation and judgement felt derogatory now. “I didn’t-“
“Hey, it’s okay.” She laughed under her breath and shrugged her shoulder, casting off the various doubts and speculations with a wave of her hand. “If I saw my boys hanging around other omegas without context-“
“They’re not….they’re not mine-“ You cut her off again, intending on setting the record straight immediately. You needed her to know that they weren’t yours, they had never really been yours. Everything that happened between you was a thing of the past.
“Are you sure?” She questioned you with a tug of her lips before they formed a half-smirk. “They’re pretty smitten about you.”
“What? No, they’re not.” You denied the claim with derision, dropping your pen onto your notepad with a subtle and muffled thud. “I don’t-“
“God, yeah! You’re all they can talk about since they saw you. Omega bean, that’s so cute! And you are cute! Look at you!” She’s so gleeful and bright, confident in everything she is and you’re struck again with envy.
It eats at your core and you find yourself furiously turning pages in your textbook for an excuse to keep your hands busy.
“Thank you?” You finally mumbled, raising your head just as she had started to push her chair back and stand, one hip cocked.
“Anyway, I gotta run to class but…” She had leaned forward and pushed a folded piece of paper your way, grinning before she stepped back.
“You seem like a really fun person and I know you’re new on campus so if you ever want to hang out, you have my number. Contrary to what some of the boys believe, we don’t sit around gossiping and doing nails. We do however play boozy Mario party and Mario Kart. The next game is Saturday night if you’re interested. My name is Rhys, by the way.”
“Umm…thanks…” you slid the paper toward you and studied the number but by the time you raised your head, she was gone.
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For the non sexual acts of dominance, I’d love to see Steve/Bucky for the prompt Invite :)
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Anything for you, dear! You ask for Stucky, you shall receive - with a little side of A/O dynamic, of course. There be smut ahead, ye be warned! 
Two months before his 18th birthday, Steve presented. It didn’t come as a surprise to a lot of people that he was undoubtedly an alpha – he naturally stood tall, kept his chin high, and had a way of commanding others. If his parents were still around, his dad would have clapped him on the shoulder and his mother would’ve given him the talk about how to treat an omega right. He smiled sadly at the thought – his parents hadn’t been around in a long time.
Things didn’t seem any different until he found himself around Bucky. They’d been best friends for years – Steve stood up for Bucky on the playground in second grade, the resulting in-school suspension and black eye pretty much sealing the deal and forging the greatness of their friendship. 
In all the time they’d spent together over the years, Steve couldn’t remember feeling anything as deep as the rush that coursed through him whenever he saw Bucky since presenting. There wasn’t a scent to speak of on him, though – the thought itself making Steve’s head spin every time it happened without that catalyst.
It all seemed to make sense a few weeks later when Bucky himself presented. They were out fucking around with the football in Bucky’s expansive backyard when his best friend hit his knees, a hand crossing over his stomach like he’d been burnt. “Buck?” Steve asked, his voice raising a bit in concern. He took a couple of steps and then it hit him – the sweetest smell, one that carried fresh cut grass, warm towels from the dryer, and apple pie. His stomach clenched, saliva building up in his mouth like a wild animal.
Looking over his shoulder, Bucky realized right around the same time what exactly was happening. Never in a million years did either of them think he would present as anything other than an alpha. Yet, looking back on it, Steve had been courting the smell for weeks now – his alpha pheromones picking up on the tells long before either of them did. Steve closed the gap between them quickly, his hand gripping Bucky’s arm tightly. “We need to get you inside – now.”
Bucky shuddered, the words coming out of Steve’s mouth a definite command and couldn’t possibly be mistaken as anything but. The boy scrambled quickly to his feet, most of his body weight leaning against Steve. He couldn’t decide if it was because Bucky suddenly felt weak or simply because his chest was warm, and his scent was spilling from his pores like sweat on a hot afternoon. Through the haze of Bucky’s deliciousness, Steve picked up his own scent – the entire open space around them filling up with a combination of them both.
Steve’s fingers dug a little harder into Bucky’s arm, his body propelling them both forward. They walked straight through the back door, passing Bucky’s mom without a singular word. He figured the look on his face was one that shouted ‘don’t mess with me’ – his brain only focused on getting Bucky somewhere safe, somewhere that no one else could come close to the delectable scent that Steve already knew was his.
Getting the other through his bedroom door seemed impossible, Steve wanted to press him against the next available flat surface and take – his teeth ached with the need to sink into the sweet spot on Bucky’s neck, the one part of him that he needed to claim before anyone else could. His shaky fingers finally gripped the knob and practically threw the door open.
Once Bucky stepped through, Steve followed closely, his body corralling the other’s against the hardness of the door. He gripped his hips and nosed at Bucky’s neck until he was tilting his head to give Steve better access. Sucking in a deep breath, Steve felt his cock pulse, the knot at the base already starting to throb. His tongue poked out and traced over Bucky’s scent gland, a groan leaving his lips. Since presenting, Steve hadn’t gone into rut yet, but that seemed to quickly be changing.
“Bucky, you smell so good. Like home. My home,” he babbled against the already sweat slick skin, the omega against him leaning his head further to give Steve even more space than before. “I’m about to lose it. Do you want this?” His question came with the smallest roll of his hips – a groan leaving both their lips when their erections just so happened to pass across each other.
Nostrils flared, Bucky turned his head to look at him, liquid firing pooling in his eyes. “Steve, yes. Please. Alpha,” Bucky mumbled, his eyes glazing over further as that words came fumbling from his lips. That’s all Steve needed to hear. There wasn’t a chance in hell either of them were leaving this room now. Forcing himself to break away, Steve shucked his shoes and sat down against the headboard of the bed, his cock tenting the basketball shorts he’d been wearing most of the morning.
“Come here,” Steve demanded, his hands patting the tops of his thighs lightly. His skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve fiber calling for Bucky – his best friend’s scent stuck in his nostrils, surrounding him, slipping into his pores and sinking into his skin. A grin slipped across his lips when Bucky did as he said.
The warmth that invaded his senses when Bucky straddled his hips made him thrust up – he could feel the dampness in Bucky’s shorts, the tantalizing slick that would make knotting him so fucking easy. Both hands moved up Bucky’s neck, fingers digging into the longer hair at the back of his head. Tilting his head back, Steve ran his nose up the length of his neck again, a groan leaving his lips. He laved at the spot, tongue and lips caressing the gland, each pass over it pulling more of the delightful scent from his skin.
Thrusting his hips up, Steve let his teeth sink into the skin of Bucky’s throat a growled out “mine” accompanying the bite. Bucky threw his head back, the dampness in his shorts quickly turning into wetness, the spot there now soaked. Steve drew back just enough for the two of them to lock gazes. “You’re mine, omega. Mine,” Steve repeated himself, the need to stake his claim present and not going anywhere anytime soon.
“Yours. Fuck, Steve – yours. Always been yours,” Bucky managed to get out, his breath coming out in pants, face completely red and covered in sweat. “Please, I need – “
Steve shut him up before he could get anything else out, his lips aggressively claiming Bucky’s for the first time. Before the presentation business, Steve wanted to do this exact thing so badly – he just never wanted to risk their friendship. Bucky meant the world to him and now – now he was the world.
Their tongues danced, Bucky’s insatiability causing him to chase after Steve’s tongue when it retreated back into his mouth, the other’s hands clenched tightly in the sweaty fabric of his shirt. His hips were rolling irritably against Steve’s – little noises left his lips with every pass of the alpha’s cock against a needy and already clenching hole. If only their pants weren’t in the way.
There was enough space on the bed for Steve to surge forward a bit, his hands gripping Bucky’s thighs just enough to tip him over onto his back behind them. Now on top, Steve could easily grind his cock down against Bucky, his knot already trying to make an appearance.
His brain was completely wiped at this point; Steve made quick work of Bucky’s clothes – his pants coming off first so he could thrust a finger into the already loosened hole. The imbalance of their nakedness made another surge of heat rush through him, he could feel Bucky’s warm skin through the layers of clothes he still had on his body.
Working his finger in and out a few times, Steve noticed the collection of slick that was starting to drip down onto the sheets, the sheen of it coating his fingers and the v of Bucky’s thighs. Impatience swept through him and one finger quickly became two – his best friend’s moans spurring him on even more. There was only so much he could handle; his instincts were trying to take over – he needed to make sure he at least treated Bucky with the respect his omega deserved.
After slipping a third finger in and meeting absolutely no resistance, Steve pulled back, his cock comically tenting his pants now. He stuck all three of his fingers in his mouth and sucked – his cheeks hollowing to get the taste and texture of the arousal that Bucky would forever leak for him. Blue eyes were trained on him, Bucky following his every move as he stripped out of his shirt and pushed the ruined shorts down his hips – his thick alpha cock bobbing up to slap against his stomach.
Steve took his place between Bucky’s thighs, strong legs already wrapping around his hips. Bucky’s large hands gripped his face and pulled him forward, his nose brushing against Steve’s – “Take me, alpha. Want your knot so badly.” The intense kiss distracted Steve for a second, his knot was throbbing, so the change in pace was nice.
Lining himself up, Steve plunge into a heat that seemed to be just for him – his cock slide in seamlessly, his hips only stopping when they were pressing against Bucky’s. He pulled Bucky’s thighs a little higher up his hips, the move changing the angle so that he was a little deeper, the head of his cock pressing against Bucky’s prostate with no effort at all. With each thrust, the tight channel around him welled up with more slick, the contraction of Bucky’s muscles slowly driving him mad the closer they got to the precipice.
Bucky was babbling, no whole words actually coming out of his mouth as the heat of this new thing settled over him like a warm blanket – his face was drenched with sweat, the lines of is neck throbbing from a frantic heartbeat. Steve stuck his nose into the gland at his neck, the restless wiggling and head turning drawing him to that spot.
“I’m gonna cum. Mark me, alpha. Make me yours. Please…” Bucky’s words were more like whines but had the desired effect. Steve felt Bucky start to clamp down impossibly tight around him, his knot pressing against his clenched rim beautifully. The warmth of Bucky’s release drove him forward, his hips pressing into him harder until finally – his knot slipped into tight heat and bound them together. Steve found his release right as his teeth sunk into Bucky’s neck.
He kept his jaw closed around the mark until he felt satisfied that it would stay around for a while. Finally pulling back, Steve eased some of the sting with his tongue, the shine of his spit there pulling another round of quivers from him, a couple rogue strands of cum dribbling from his cock still buried deliciously inside his omega below him.
The heat released them enough for Steve to actually focus on Bucky his best friend, not Bucky his omega. He let a hand cup Bucky’s cheek softly, his thumb brushing across the prominent zygomatic arch there. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time now,” he admitted, his lips finding Bucky’s lightly. “I love you, Buck.”
Steve felt a laugh brush against his lips, Bucky’s chest heaving against him, the press of their flesh a subtle reminder that they were still joined and would be until his knot decided to retreat. Bucky kissed him again, then relaxed into the pillows. “I love you, too.”
He rubbed his hands down the length of Steve’s back until another chuckle escaped him. 
“Do you think we scarred my mom for life?”
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Unsolicited Stucky FicRec
These are the fics that had absolutely wrecked my soul. Possibly will never dig my out of this hole that sucked me in years ago and no regret or whatsoever. This list will be updated as time goes by. 
Building From the Ground Up Series by EmilianaDarling 
E | Completed | 68,687 words
“What about you, Barnes?” asks Dugan. The sound of his voice brings Bucky back to the present, dredges him out of memories of a beat-up little apartment with sunlight streaming in through the windows. “Got yourself a girl waiting for you back home?”
There’s an answer on the tip of his tongue, one that he’ll deliver with a cocky grin and a half-laugh and a little shake of his head. But Bucky is exhausted and hungry and so sore it hurts to move, and one of the guys in their platoon fucking died yesterday. His mouth tastes like iodine water and his feet hurt and none of it’s going to get better any time soon, and all at once Bucky misses Steve so badly he can barely see straight.
“Yeah,” Bucky declares abruptly, the word escaping from his mouth before he fully realizes what he’s saying. “Yeah, I do.”
The One Where (Somehow) the Team is Oblivious by Darksknight
E | Completed | 16,495 words
Wanda had kissed her brother on his cheek after being separated from him for a short time- she understands a need for closeness after being lonely. But Wanda never slept on top of her brother, so seeing Bucky on top of Steve... is a little odd. (Steve and Bucky act a lot closer than friends usually do. There's a reason for that.)
Vicissitude by Messiah
E | Wip | 48,085 words
If Steve were a balloon, seeing Bucky wear the familiar star-spangled uniform was the needle that sent him deflating across the room. He couldn’t explain the ache in his chest or the ice in his stomach or why the smile he pushed onto his lips felt like a too tight sweater.
A story about sand monsters, masked terrorists and alien bullets that would make any supermodel jealous. Not that Steve was aiming to fit into a Victoria Secret bikini anytime soon, but the fact still remained. Just like the fact that Steve found himself back where he started seventy years ago: small, sick and with Bucky finishing his fights.
Yes, Captain Series by marlowe_tops
E | Completed | 42,934 words
Starts pre-Serum, in which Bucky takes seriously terrible care of himself because he’s trying to stifle the feelings he keeps having for Steve. Steve gets so pissed that he flat out orders Bucky into eating and sleeping and they both quickly realize Bucky loves being ordered around, but their new-forged domestic bliss is quickly damaged by the encroaching war.
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“Yes, Captain,” Bucky sasses, when he’s capable of speech again.
Steve stills. His head tilts very slightly. Not shocked, not angry. Considering.
Bucky feels adrenaline flood through his body. This little punk is ninety pounds wet, and Bucky is absolutely frozen in his chair intimidated by him.
In the Deed of the Glory Series by queenmab_scherzo
E | Completed | 184,945 words
Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.
Rivers and Roads by AustinB
E | Completed | 28,569 words
Steve is working undercover for Hydra when he gets an unexpected promotion.
To the Winter Soldier Project.
Devour by SeptemberWolves 🔒
E | Completed | 77,002 words | + other pairs
Steve was on top of an office building when he caught the scent of an unmarked omega going into heat.
(The Winter Soldier goes into heat unexpectedly during a mission. Steve loses control and mates him. None of them are prepared for the consequences. Luckily the Avengers are there to help.)
Painted in Indigo by nekare
M | Completed | 11,031 words
“You should be careful of that one,” Mr. Hendrickson says, with a nod to Bucky outside the window. “It ain’t right. Looking at you all the time as he does. The way he should be looking at girls.”
Steve laughs, because damn, but what a ridiculous idea.
Or, five times Steve caught Bucky looking at him, and the one time he looked first.
Restless 'verse Series by Claudia_flies
E | Completed | 39,635 words
Bucky jolts awake. His legs are tangled in a maroon colored duvet. He is lying in the middle of a large king bed, surrounded by pillows in matching maroon pillowcases. He is warm, but there is a part of him, deep in his gut that is still cold.
There are no dreams in cryo.
sokrovische moyo by greenbergsays
E | Completed | 30,000 words
The one where Bucky is a dragon, Steve is a water nymph, and somehow, they fall in love.
Captain Aggressively-Whipped: Kick-Ass Warbuddies by FlyByNightGirl
E | Wip | 61,994 words
“Oh god man. Shut up. We’ll save your goddamn butt buddy but I swear to god I better not hear a single damn thing about your ass and that metal arm after, you hear? Or I'm fucking out. Like that. Light switch man. I will find the goddamn door.”
Steve clapped him on the shoulder, shaking once for emphasis. “I knew you'd understand.”
He didn’t miss the miserable eye roll up to the sky, but he couldn’t be sure what Sam muttered under his breath, although it did sound suspiciously like you flirt with a guy once and suddenly you’re helping him back to his betrothed and. Well.
Steve sure knew how to pick good friends.
The Man on the Bridge Series by boopboop 🔒
M | Completed | 132,027 words 
Steve Rogers turning up at Tony's door in the middle of the night might be a bit out of character, but it's not completely out of the realm of possibility. Stranger things have happened.
Steve Rogers turning up at Tony's door with an amnesiac assassin - who may or may not have some of Tony's personally designed hardware attached where his arm should be - well that's just far too interesting to turn away, even if Tony is trying to avoid all things S.H.I.E.L.D these days.
Monster and the man by cookie_book_took
E | Completed | 88,720 words
Steve finds something he wants and he's going to get it. It doesn't matter that the man of his desires has a boyfriend, doesn't matter than he doesn't feel the same, doesn't matter that they've barely shared a conversation.
Bucky Barnes is his, his mind, his body and eventually his heart will all belong to Steve....
or : Bucky just wants to go about his comfortable life but Psychopath Steve had over ideas. His body and mind are turned upside down by Steve, but he won't let him have his heart so easily.
alternatively: MONSTER AND THE MAN: A SUMMARY
Bucky's internal monologue: Dis bitch. ... .
Steve's internal monologue: MY BITCH <3
Steve, Bucky and the Apex Alpha by cookie_book_took
E | Wip | 23,140 words
After waking from the ice, Steve suffers from headaches, blackouts...and abstract thoughts.
When he's introduced to an intriguing omega, his symptoms intensify.
He likes Bucky, of course he does, but the omega already has an alpha. The more he sees Bucky, the more he thinks about him, the stronger the impulse is to have him, the more his possessive thoughts grow.
but they aren't his thoughts...another personality battles for control inside Steve's mind, he calls himself the Apex Alpha and he's got his heart set on claiming the omega for his own...
On indefinite hiatus
the sweetest kind of poison by yellow_crayon
E | Completed | 60,852 words
Between running an orphanage with his over-protective brothers and Colonel Steve Rogers's increasingly inappropriate advances, Bucky's life is...complicated.
(Bucky participates in the Annual Hunt to get the cash rewards and meets Steve who wants him bad. AU)
Sharp Teeth and Bird Bones by Shaish, Stringlish
E | Completed | 32,629 words
I'll always find you.
Breathless by thelittlestpurplecat
E | Completed | 24,847 words
Steve's Serum is failing. He's suffering again from asthma, colorblindness, dizziness and heart trouble, problems he thought he'd left behind in the 40's. Tony and Bruce can see the problem, but not how to fix it, and Bucky is determined through all of this to do what's best for Steve, even if he's not always sure what that is.
The Curves of Your Lips Rewrite History by agetwellcard
E | Completed | 17,498 words
After Steve's wedding, Bucky kisses Steve and everything changes.
(AU in which Steve and Bucky survive the war. Steve marries Peggy, and Bucky has to deal with his feelings for Steve.)
We Were Here All Along by giselleslash
E | Completed | 15,046 words
After the events in DC Bucky shows up at Steve’s door. All Steve wants to do is hide him away from the world so when Natasha offers the use of one of her safehouses Steve takes her up on it. Now the two of them are together, and on their own, nothing but two ghosts haunting a cabin in the woods desperately trying to get back to each other.
The Sun & The Star by greenbergsays
T | Completed | 2,146 words 
There is a way these things are done; this is not it.
--
Or the one where Steve belongs to the Winter Soldier.
An Accident of Time by Pickitup
M | Completed | 42,282 words 
Boys weren’t omegas. Not outside of blue movies, or bluer songs, at least, the kind of anecdotes too ribald even for soldiers to tell. Girls were omegas, sometimes, but rarely, even in those days. Dying breeds, he guessed. When he was the asset it had stopped entirely, he had thought it all over: feels sick thinking of what they would have done to exploit him if he had suffered back then. But now, 2014, eating three meals a day, sleeping regularly in a safe bed, the old ghost has come back.
Heat Wave Series by cleo4u2, xantissa
E | Wip | 413,056 words
Captain America and the Winter Soldier meet for the first time in 2015. Now Bucky, after years of torture at Hydra's and more as a prisoner of S.H.I.E.L.D., is being given the chance to gain his freedom. All he has to do, is complete a mission with a team he can't stand while following the orders of yet another pompous, controlling Alpha. Steve thinks he can get his team through their most difficult mission to date, so long as he can get the smell of the Winter Soldier's heat out of his nose.
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Wildest Dreams
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Summary: After being torn apart in childhood, you transfer from one university to another across the country where you reunite with the alphas who swore you would be mates when you grew up
Pairing: alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!Reader x alpha!Bucky Barnes
Tropes: football players/tutor, childhood friends/mates, a/b/o
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Wildest Dreams: Part 2
AN: A skiff of smut in the beginning
Steve drew his fingers down Bucky’s spine and up again, slowly and languidly feeling his mate shudder beneath his touch. His right hand was tucked under the back of his head as he stared at the ceiling and hummed, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. Steve was deep in thought while Bucky rest his head on Steve’s chest, the two entangled in sheets while some comedy played in the background on the small TV they set up in the corner.
“Do you remember…” Bucky had begun speaking, his voice soft and husky as he communicated with his best friend and lover. “…that omega that we used to be inseparable from?”
“I remember,” Steve had answered Bucky immediately, the two of them close enough to almost have the same thoughts, “her parents moved across the country.”
“She’s back,” Bucky had craned his neck, looking up at Steve through his lashes, cerulean blue eyes meeting stormy blue-green’s, “my mom told me. We know that her parents moved back last year, and now she did too. Ma said that she moved back because she hated being so far away from her parents. She’s transferred here.”
Steve inhaled sharply, his nose filling with Bucky’s scent while his heart thrashed wildly in its cage. Lately, Steve and Bucky had been thinking back to the daycare days and the omega that was as attached to Steve and Bucky as they were to her. Steve wondered if she had carried the same scent, or if it had frowned and changed.
It seemed so long ago, a distant memory that was filled with fuzzy images of the other kids they went to daycare with and the soft muffled voices that weren’t quite clear enough to be detectable. It was a memory that wasn’t inherently clear, however, if they focused hard enough they could remember the sound of her giggles and the way her scent seemed to coil around them like a blanket. The omega they knew, that had been so attached to them, had been ripped away after a doctor and therapist suggested that if the three had stayed close it would be detrimental to their socialization skills.
They would become too close and in becoming so close, they would isolate themselves from others around them.
It was recommended, and the decision was made. When your dad got a job offer across the country, it seemed like the perfect time to split up the trio, even if it ended up with immense tears being shed. You had left, and Steve and Bucky stayed and continued living in the same neighbourhood.
When Bucky’s dad, George, died a few years ago it could be a catalyst for the three of you to see each other again, but there had been a few factors that kept you apart. Their moms told them that you had watched the funeral online, and had sent your condolences, but then it fell silent again.
“Y/N,” Steve spoke your name, trailing his fingers back down Bucky’s spine, his own body shuddering when Bucky had slipped his left hand below the blanket and brushed his palm against the heady head of Steve’s cock, “we called her Omega Bean.”
“Beanie baby,” Bucky turned his head, his tongue and lips suckling Steve’s bare chest, “she was the cutest little omega.”
Steve hummed in agreement, the soft rumble of his chest growing when Bucky grabbed his shaft and pumped twice. Blood rushed to his cock, and his head had become engorged and swollen, Steve’s eyes screwed closed when Bucky shifted on the bed and threw the blankets back.
Bucky’s tongue had been trailing a deliberate path down Steve’s abdomen, to the illustrious V that led to his impressive and throbbing cock. It was a tense moment, a moment where time had slowed down and nearly come to a complete stop where Bucky had teased him, had puckered his lips against the head of his cock.
“Bucky just-“ Steve hissed and threw his head back when Bucky had enveloped Steve’s twitching head into his mouth, the blonde’s hand immediately set upon the back of Bucky’s head. Steve’s fingers wove into the strands of Bucky’s silky brown hair to push his lover to take more of his cock into his mouth, desperate need rumbling in his chest.
“Bucky, fuck-!” Steve’s head lolled back and his back had arched when the tip of Bucky’s nose touched Steve’s flesh, his mouth stretched around the thick girth. “Feels so good…”
There was rising sexual tension that was thick and banded, the air had grown heavy with the sound of Bucky slurping and sucking Steve’s cock, and Steve’s cursing. There was a moment of intense intimacy that was fuelled and rooted in the news that their old friend was back, the tension was driven by the news that someone they had known would be their omega, even from the moment they met, was back in their lives.
They hadn’t taken much of an interest in other omegas, occasionally they would have a threesome however more often than not they would take their sexual tension out on each other. Like now, like this moment where Bucky was sucking Steve’s dick like he was dying. It was the sounds of pleasure that echoed off the walls, that had reverberated against every possible surface as the two of them took stock in the feel of each other’s pleasure before they were needed on the football field.
It was part of their partnership with the student union to host and be a part of the introductory and welcome party to the university, a task set upon them that they weren’t entirely looking forward to. They had far too much on their minds otherwise than being on the field wearing their gear in order to run plays and grab hopeful freshmen to try out for the team or even volunteer. An added benefit of them being there meant that the cheerleaders would be there dressed as well, the push to gather attention and interest in the competitive sports was unrelenting.
“Bucky, fuck…”
“I know you’re going to cum,” Bucky swiped his tongue along Steve’s shaft, feeling his cock twitch in response, “you’re close-“
“Fucking swallow,” Steve growled and shoved his mouth back down, that domineering part of him taking hold again, settling in for a moment as he assumed the dominant role. “Don’t make a mess.”
Silence was combatted by the sounds of sucking and curses, and it had all come to a head when Steve had growled and cursed, his head thrown back, the veins in his neck pronounced as he came in Bucky’s mouth. His thick spurts of cum swallowed as Steve wanted and only when Bucky was done had he pulled his mouth off and licked his lips, then stuck his tongue out to show Steve.
“Fuck,” Steve exhaled in a huff, running his hands through his hair, “I feel like I could go again.”
“Not now, Stevie.” Bucky crawled up his chest and kissed him quickly, letting him taste himself, “we’re going to be late.”
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The pads on his shoulders felt tighter today, and the jersey seemed to irritate him no matter how he tried to adjust it to fit. Everything just felt wrong, and he almost wished Coach didn’t insist on making them run plays to garner attention, it wasn’t as if they needed it. The teams were as thick as thieves, they were making plays that were as brilliant as they were tight which had already struck an impressive reputation for the boys on the team.
Still, Coach insisted. And with the football team, had come the cheerleaders and their sparkly uniforms that had gained different kinds of attention altogether. The girls that Steve and Bucky had become good friends with, the dancers who were all sweet and kind in their way, didn’t find any enjoyment in this either. They felt like they were there as pretty little bobbles and decorations to draw in freshmen and graduated high schoolers who were looking forward to their college years.
“Nothing sits right.” Steve huffed, complaining to Bucky who had set his helmet on the grass to help Steve. “I’d rather not do this.”
“Quarterback and captain of the football team complaining about things being too tight…”
“Bucky, I swear to God-“ Steve growled, his eyes burning into Bucky’s as the halfback laughed under his breath and tugged on Steve’s jersey, fixing the placement that he was complaining about.
“Is that better?” Bucky teased, nudging his helmet aside and leaning in, almost as if he was going to kiss him before he pulled away at Coach’s whistle.
“Barnes! Rogers!” Coach called them to split them apart, ushering them to their places with a nod of his head. “Get on the field with Levinson so we can run some plays.”
Bucky had bent to grab his helmet from the grass, and when he had stood again he had noticed the transfixed haze in Steve’s eyes. The way his best friend and mate had become catatonically enthralled by something or someone in the crowd had stirred Bucky’s attention, and after he cast a look over his shoulder he had understood why.
Steve was watching the crowd, enraptured by a single soul among the crowd who was watching the team with mild interest. They didn’t need to be close enough to catch the scent of the omega or even see the breathtakingly stunning eyes that could have pierced through them. They knew, they both felt the figurative shift of the earth beneath their feet from the slightest appearance of the omega they once knew among the field to watch the team.
It was the single look, the first appearance in years and yet both alphas had felt the surreal jolt deep within their souls.
“Omega Bean.” Steve whispered it first, he was in such a thick and heavy trance that he hadn’t felt or heard their coach calling him from further down the field.”Fuck, Bucky-“
“I know.” Bucky exhaled in a huff, just as stunned as Steve was.
They knew you were on campus, and they knew you were enrolled in the university but to see you in person, less than a hundred feet away from you was a surreal experience. They knew they had to have known, that things would not be the same as they were in daycare and yet it didn’t seem to matter. Appearances alone were enough, seeing you on the sidelines was enough for the two alphas to feel their entire world shift.
“Barnes! Rogers!” When their coach called again, Steve and Bucky had snapped out of their haze and had gained the ability to move again, both of them yanking their helmets on. They had crossed the field and joined their team again, the two of them taking the positions necessary to run the play Coach had planned.
Steve dug his heels into the turf and tucked his head, he kept his breathing even and slow as he counted down the milliseconds before the whistle was blown and the call from the other half of the team, who was playing the opposition, was made. The play was in motion and he had moved by memory, every action and step, every subtle bounce to his steps as he turned to avoid a tackle was instinctual.
The whole half hour seemed endless as they ran play after play, as they had worked through the usual tactics when they practiced for the purpose of stirring attention in the program. He was used to the noise, he was used to the sound of the cheerleading team calling from the sidelines, their pompoms waving and the skills they had exuded as they had done flips and tricks were all typical.
It was all the usual.
But your presence was not.
You watching them was new, and when they had come to a stop, Steve had ripped his helmet off and dropped it on the sidelines. He followed his inner drive, the internal compass that would always lead to you or to Bucky, the innate pull that made him want to find you.
He had stepped off the field and onto the sidelines, his chest rising and falling with every gulp of air as if he was trying to weed through the various scents to find yours. Even if it was only the tail end of your scent, he was desperate to find it just to see how different it had been.
“Steve! That was amazing!” A cheerleader, one who had been one of his and Bucky’s casual hookups once upon a time, had bounced on her heels and hugged him. There was nothing but friendship behind the hug, nothing but a friendly congratulations as she snaked her arms around his neck, and he had instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist to settle her down, his eyes still piercing the crowd to find you.
“Is she here?” Bucky jogged up behind him, his helmet discarded like Steve’s.
“Oh, are you talking about that omega?” Their cheerleading friend had turned, while still resting against Steve, and pointed toward you as you sat wide-eyed on the bench. “She’s so cute!”
“Yeah,” Bucky smiled crookedly, “she’s a cute thing, isn’t she?”
She had waved with her pompon, stirring your frown and narrowed eyes. You had scowled and rolled your eyes, standing abruptly and stomping on the stands as you moved. There was a phantom memory of you in rubber boots splashing on the sidewalk through puddles that had hit both Steve and Bucky with potency, making the two alphas grin in unison.
“Clearly she’s not happy to see you.” Their friend laughed and tossed her pompom at Steve’s head, laughing at his sudden turn. “What’d you do?”
“Nothing,” Steve huffed, “haven’t seen her since we were five.”
“We got our work cut out for us, punk.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Wildest Dreams: Part 1
The box was set against the door, haphazardly knocked over without any real care. You had stopped before your dorm room and frowned, irritated by your packed items knocked over on the worn carpet hallway, knowing that you were only gone for a few minutes to talk to the RA.
At that time someone had knocked over the last box you had to take into your dorm room, and in the process of knocking over the box, had scattered some dirt from your plant onto the carpet.
You frowned and bent down to pick up your discarded belongings, setting them back up where they had belonged, and with as much dirt as you could manage to scoop back into the pot, you lifted the box from the floor and rest it upon your hip.
You balanced the last box while opening your door, scrambling to catch it before it toppled from your arms as the door, which had been sticky to open before, had all but flown open. Your first arrival at the university and your dorm had not gone like you had hoped, wracked with bad luck and irritations that made you wonder if transferring closer to home was a good idea. You were tired of having to travel back and forth for holidays, either by plane or bus.
The first year of travelling back home had been enough of a stressor for you and you were quickly over the long distance, after your transfer had been approved, you couldn’t have gotten out of the state fast enough. Now that you were closer to home, the travel distance was cut to a few mere hours instead of the egregious 10+ hours it had previously taken you.
With a huff, you set your box down on the mattress, fingers grazing the cardboard edge with every intention of unpacking the final bits of your university life, however, you were distracted by your phone vibrating on the desk in your room. You stepped away from your bed and grabbed your phone from the wood, swiping right to answer the call.
“Hi, mom.” You grabbed the chair out from under the desk and sat upon the cushion, pulling one leg up to your chest while the other stayed in place.
“Did you make it?” Your mom’s voice was echoing slightly through the speaker, her worry for you never ceasing, even if you were closer now than you had been the previous year.
“I told you I was, I had to go talk to the RA.” You rolled your eyes and switched your phone from one hand to the other and drummed your fingertips against the top of the desk, an anxious spike hitting you out of nowhere.
You had chewed the inside of your cheek while you listened to your mom speaking, knowing that she would ultimately end up back on the topic of who else had attended the university you were enrolled at. It was a topic you were not exactly overjoyed to talk about, not that you had any reason to be annoyed that you were at the same university.
The chances of you finding each other and being in each other’s circles were slim to none. They were endlessly devoted to their football team and each other, that was reason enough for you to avoid anything that could or would be a catalyst for you to find each other.
“Steve and Bucky will be excited to see you, they’re on the football team-“ Like clockwork, your mom’s ability to circle back to the topic of the two alphas you had known when you were in daycare was innate.
You stood from the desk and walked back toward the door, reaching for the brass handle and turning the knob. You opened the door and peered out into the hallway, for no other reason than to pace and keep yourself busy while your mom spoke.
“Mom, please.” You groan and attempt to shut the door behind you, the edge catching on the crumpled rug. “I haven’t seen them since I was like 5, what interest do I have in a couple of cocky meathead alphas?”
“You used to be close, Y/N. You used to be so close-“ She tried to reason with you, almost as if she was trying to influence you to go out of your way to find them on the vast campus instead of preparing yourself for your classes and settling in.
“-that you had to separate us so we could socialize properly. Trust me, mom, I’ve seen their Instagrams and they are nothing that I need.” You huff and land on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while holding the phone in your left hand, mindful of the box that’s taking up room near the edge of the mattress.
You had found their Instagrams unknowingly, unaware that it was even them until you had seen the two alphas wrapped up in each other at some bar. You had admired the artwork, the sketches that had been posted on Captain Turd’s Instagram page, completely unaware that it was Steve’s artwork.
And when it had come to Bucky’s insta, you had seen some of the scenic pictures he had taken of the field, it was admirable you admitted, oddly beautiful. Until you had seen the pictures of the cheerleaders they were hanging off of, and the claims that they enjoyed the taste of them as much as they enjoyed the taste of each other.
You had been turned off by the following that had offered themselves as the next flavour for them to enjoy.
It was your fault, their instas were suggested to you and you bit the bait. You had scrolled through them with unknowing admiration until you came to know who’s they were and what they liked.
You jumped to conclusions that were comfortable for you, irritating yet comfortable with the assumption they were fuckboys and meatheads, nothing was going to make you change your mind. You didn’t want to know more, not since you felt at odds with yourself over their Instagrams.
“Winnie and Sarah let them know you were coming to campus, I’m sure they’re eager to see you.” Your mom’s voice felt distant as if she was pulling away to take to a task.
You had hummed over what she said, confused because you didn’t think your mom had talked to their parents anymore, not since you had been pulled away from them while you were in daycare.
Your dad had gotten a job across the country, and your parents had only moved back when you graduated high school, and you had chosen to stay for university. It was your loneliness that made you want to return, it was the distance from your parents who had moved home, that made you want to transfer.
“I didn’t think you talked to them.” You aired your confusion, your eyebrows knit together. “I didn’t…you speak to them?”
“We live in the same town, Y/N. We’ve run into each other a few times. Winnie invited your dad and me over for dinner, you know it’s been a few years since George died.”
“I know,” you furrowed your brows and bit the inside of your cheek, “I watched the funeral online, we couldn’t make it.”
“And Sarah, she is part of this book club-“
“Mom, how much time do you spend with their parents?”
“We’re friends, Y/N. We’ve reconnected, would it kill you to do the same?” you could physically feel her sigh, it was as if you could feel the weight of her willingness to argue reaching through the phone.
“They’re as obsessed with football and cheerleaders as they are with each other. If they’re not doing one they’re doing the other.” You rolled your eyes discontent with the push for you to find them again, fuelled by your mom’s insistence to become friends with their moms.
“Y/N, don’t you want to see them? Your old daycare friends-“ She tried again, reiterating the fact that you three had been thick as thieves when you were younger, completely inseparable.
But that kind of distance had changed you, and it had likely changed them. The closeness that brought you together was detrimental to your social live’s and a separation had to happen. Now, you were grateful that you were separated. There was nothing that needed to be mended.
“Mom, I’ve changed. They’ve changed, it was a phase. Besides, I’m at university. I have other things to focus on.” You scouted a crack in the ceiling that you focused on while your mom spoke from the other side of the phone about how they were settling in and adjusting to their new place, and with their new old friends.
You were so focused on the call that you squeaked when you heard the sound of a fist pounding on the door, verbally and physically jumping out of fright. You hissed and sat up, dragging yourself to the edge of the bed, mindful of your box and the rest of your belongings.
You rose to your feet and descended from your bed, stumbling slightly over one of your books that you left laying on the floor, slowly opening the door to give whoever was on the other side hell.
Rather than seeing a person you saw a flier taped to the plain white door, held to the wood with a piece of sticky silver duct tape.
You stepped halfway out the door to read the paper, finding that it was an invitation to an introductory party that was going to be held on the football field, set up by the student union in partnership with the football team. You scoffed and ripped the paper from the door, crumbling it into as tight of a ball as you could manage before you threw it aside in the hallway.
“Promise you’ll give it some effort?” Your mom’s voice stirred you back into focus, though the prospect only seemed to annoy you further.
“Sure mom, I’ll do that.” You muttered under your breath, slamming the door shut. “Right after I land on mars.”
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Wildest Dreams: Part 6
“Can I ask?” Her voice came from your bed, her hands tucked into her sweater and held against her knees as she sat cross-legged. “If you’re just going as friends, why are you putting so much effort into what you’re wearing?”
She was the omega who worked in the library, who spent most of her time with her nose between a book and her head down to remain as invisible as possible. You and she had met when you were pouring over medical books for a distinct and hard-to-diagnose disorder that you were writing a paper on.
She helped you not only find the book you were looking for but also helped you recover your research library code when you forgot it. A friendship was struck weeks before, and she was the first omega you thought of when you asked her for her help. She had come over as soon as she could, agreeing to listen to you as you spilled everything you could within the time you were given.
“I don’t know, I just…” You shrugged and tilted your head while looking at yourself in the reflection of the mirror. “I am irritated with them. I’m angry and I felt abandoned but part of me missed them. A huge part of me missed them, they were my best friends. But then I looked at their Instagrams -“
“-which were all taken with friends. Not their hookups. They told you they were only together right?” You glanced at her through the smooth and reflective surface, watching her as her fingers toyed with a few loose strings on her sweater, her head tucked and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“B, you okay?” You questioned your friend.
You made a point of calling her bunny or B, the nickname she had grown up with in the same way you’d been called Omega Bean. It was a pet name that stuck, something you couldn’t shake and you felt like it suited her well. She was frightened at times, skittish and shy, which in part was one of the reasons behind the cutesy nickname.
Bunny suited her, it was a personification of her personality and you admired that.
“There’s this alpha who’s been coming to the library over and over again. I’ve never seen him before a few weeks ago and I think he might…” She bit down on her lip again, a nervous habit both of you seemed to share. “I mean alphas come through the library all the time, it’s not like there’s a rule that no alphas can come by but-“
“Is he making you uncomfortable? Are you uncomfortable with him being there? Because you can say something.” Your task of choosing what to wear was forgotten and replaced by the conversation with B. You drew yourself back to the bed and sat upon the mattress with her, taking the same position she had to fold your legs under you. There was a brief skiff of silence while she gathered her thoughts and then started unloading what was on her chest and mind.
“He’s a football player and he’s huge. I mean massive like he could squish me with one hand without even trying. He’s intense and when he comes into the library he always finds me, like almost immediately.” She raised her head and drew her hands over her thighs, anxiously rubbing them to clear her skin of any sweat. “I think his name is Ari..?”
“Ari…” Your eyebrows had become furrowed, your lips pursing while you started thinking and recalling any of the players you had seen just an hour or more before.
“He kind of scares me but just because he’s so big. He commented on the necklace I wear, and he wanted to know what the symbol meant.” Your eye dropped to the green jade charm hanging off a gold chain, and further to the charm that was nestled between the jade stone. “I told him that it’s a good luck charm, it’s meant to bring good fortune.”
“It sounds like he likes you like really likes you.” You beamed, excited for her even though your own experience with alphas was temporarily troubling. “B! This is exciting!”
“Do you think he actually does or is he just trying to…have fun?” She tilted her head, drawing her hands from her thighs to the front of her sweater, giving the front a quick tug. “He’s so tall and imposing, but his scent is addictive. Sort of.”
“I think he wants to get to know you, and if he just wanted to have fun and screw around you’d be able to tell. Alpha’s like that seemed to give off those vibes. Do you get those vibes from him?”
“He’s nice, he seems nice anyway.” She tapered off, drawing her gaze back toward the stack of books on your desk haphazardly set on the hard surface. Silence had temporarily come and had been broken again when she spoke and pointed toward one of the dresses you had thrown across the back of your chair.
“You should wear that dress, it’d look good on you.”
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The place they wanted to go to was a few blocks off campus, nestled in between a little café and a hobby shop, both of which had been lit by vintage Edison lights centred in the bay windows. You had stopped before entering the diner, taking as much time as you needed to admire all the nicknacks set on shelves in the bay window of the hobby shop, analyzing and admiring the vintage-feeling toys or kits for building handmade items.
You were so enthralled by this place you’d never seen before that you allowed yourself to get distracted which in turn meant your focus was only broken by Steve’s voice. He had peered out of the door of the diner, holding onto the wood with one hand while the other had been busy waving you inside.
“Not ditching are you?” Steve teased when you slipped by him to enter the diner, his eyes following you until you were standing in the entrance.
It was amazing to see the décor of the diner that made you feel as if you were taking a step back in time to the early half of the century. From the entrance on, the entire diner was decorated with vintage lighting and seating, a remodelled early subway car was set in the middle of the place with steely barstools set before a unified table that stretched from one end of the car to the next.
You didn’t know what captivating detail you wanted to hyper-fixate on, it was all mesmerizing and you were rightfully enraptured by it all. When you expected to have dinner as friends, you didn’t think Steve and Bucky would’ve taken you someplace that was so amazing. You had half expected the place to be something ordinary, someplace that wasn’t as captivating as this.
“This is….wow.” The smile that formed on your face had been impossible to negate, and you weren’t aware of how Steve or Bucky were looking at you.
You had been completely oblivious to the feel of his hand on the small of your back and Bucky’s alluring and soft smile that crept on his face. You were oblivious to the two alpha’s, their scents and their reaction to how excited you were about this place. You hadn’t been aware of the way they were looking at you while you studied every inch of this eclectic and aged aesthetic restaurant they’d brought you to.
It was innate and telling, the way they were watching you with fascination, admiration and devotion. If only you could have been a fly on the wall overlooking the three of you then you would’ve been able to see the two alphas in a completely different light. If you could have been omniscient, you would have crumbled.
“This place is amazing.” Your admiration for this place was met with their own and it had bled into the gentle touch of Bucky’s hand resting against yours as he led you to the table.
“Knew you’d like it.” Steve had taken the place across from you in a booth, almost immediately reaching for Bucky’s hand to give it a gentle squeeze.
He tapped his fingertips against Bucky’s knuckles, the soft affection drawing a soft sigh from the alpha next to you. You were unable to stop yourself from turning your head to look at Bucky, your gaze settling over him in studiousness that had felt renewed and invigorated. You’d seen them around campus, you’d seen them at practice and on Instagram, but being so close to him had given you a better look at the beautiful boy.
You’d remained silent when you looked at Steve with the same intensity, your eyes committing every minute detail of his face to memory, not that it hadn’t already been engrained in your mind.
Steve and Bucky were both, easily, the most beautiful alphas you had ever seen, and your composure was slipping every minute you spent with them. Your fight, your internal battle to keep yourself at a distance, was becoming a double-edged sword that would either destroy you or ignite the fire of remembrance.
Were you going to retain your edge and keep them at a distance? Or were you going to give in and let yourself become consumed and overwhelmed by their projected comfort and warmth?
“We’re sorry we had to leave you.” Steve had drawn your attention to himself, the apology that fell from his tongue and lips had settled into your skin, becoming another harrowing crack in your defence. “We didn’t want to leave.”
“We didn’t have a choice.” Bucky leaned into you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “We would’ve never left you, Bean.”
“I know.” You dropped your eyes and chewed the inside of your cheek, the urge to cry hounding you as your chest grew tighter and your eyes had begun to water. “I know you didn’t want to, but it still-“
“I’m sorry, we’re sorry.” Bucky slipped his arm around your shoulders, drawing you against his side with just enough of a physically and emotionally charged catalyst to make you crumble.
Your hands fisted his shirt and your face was hidden in his chest, you had curled up as best as you could while in the booth. There was no end to your tears when you began to break down against him, as angry as you could’ve been, as hurt and bitter as you were, it was nearly impossible to ignore the way your body and hindbrain were screaming for them.
It was impossible to shut off the warmth that surged through you, and the feeling of absolute peace that had inflicted you when you pressed yourself against him. Being pressed against Bucky as you broke down, cried and simpered into his chest, was as natural as breathing. It was as natural and cathartic as your heart beating in your chest or your brain firing off neurons.
“We’re never going to leave you again.” Steve’s whispers had become a vow, his voice echoing a promise while Bucky smoothed down your hair and crooned softly to you while clinging to him. “We are never breaking apart, we’re together again.”
“We’re not leaving you, Omega Bean.”
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Your shiver was noticed by both of them, it was impossible to let anything by the now. Their reaction was as closely timed to the second shiver that ran through you, and the weight of Bucky’s jacket across your shoulders produced a soft smile that tugged on your lips.
You slipped your arms through the sleeves of his jacket, and while your hands were obscured by the lengths you had still tightened the front around you. The three of you had left the restaurant a half hour ago and had begun walking back to campus, the idea of taking a cab or Uber was thrown out when you decided to spend more time with them.
“This doesn’t count as a date.” You bit the inside of your cheek, delivering the statement that made both alphas stop and look at you with matching expressions on their face. “I just thought you should know-“
Steve and Bucky had tilted their heads, almost like a set of Labrador puppies interested by the squeak of a toy, and it took all your composure to resist breaking into a grin at their confusion. There were staring at you in silence, every passing beat of quietude making their eyes narrow slightly until you broke and laughed under your breath.
“That’s not funny.” Steve’s lips formed a hard line, the pursing of his lips and the sternness in his voice producing another small laugh from you. “That was mean.”
“It was funny! You should’ve seen the look on your faces!” It felt natural and easy to joke with them as if nothing had come between you and no time had passed. “That’s not funny.”
You mocked Steve and chortled again, beaming when he huffed and rolled his eyes. He was trying, in vain, to hide his smirk or the overcoming surge of this scent that was rooted in excitement for the joking manner between you two. He had looked away to keep his composure, and while he had Bucky had steppe toward you with a small wrapped box.
He had stepped before you and turned over your hand, resting the box against your palm. He had closed your fingers around the wrapping paper. It was crooked and cockeyed with a bunch of tape holding it together, though you were more interested in the tag that had your name scrawled across the width.
“This is for me?” You questioned both of them, gaze flitting from one to the other as you stood beneath a street light. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“Omega Bean, baby this is-“ Steve started, letting the endearment slip with a heft exhale and the furrow of his brows.
“-It’s not a courting gift.” Bucky had spoken over him, nervously drumming his fingers against his thighs. “I mean unless-“
“What is it?” You tore the paper from the box with eagerness, ignoring the two nervous alphas in favour of opening their gift and turning over the box.
The object fell into your hand and your fingers closed around the gift to keep it from slipping from your grasp. You tucked the empty box under your arm before you opened your palm and cast your gaze upon the handmade bracelet from daycare. The cheap plastic beads were coloured with Christmas and winter colours, added and strung along a piece of elastic, and in the middle of the bracelet were their initials written on a small wooden bead.
“You still have this?” You immediately slipped the bracelet on your right wrist, turning your wrist to the right and left to admire the beads. “I can’t believe you still have this!”
“It doesn’t have to be-“ Steve had attempted to reiterate his previous statement, not willing or wanting to push you past your limits.
“I love it,” you cut Steve off to step before Bucky, standing on your tippy toes to brush your lips against his in a soft, fleeting kiss, “this is incredible.”
You drew back from Bucky and stepped in front of Steve, led by your instincts and hindbrain. The kiss against his lips was just as soft and fleeting although he had quickly grabbed hold of your waist to prevent you from running. The kiss was deepened, every powerful feeling slamming into you all at once as his lips danced against your own. You were drawn away from him, pushed toward Bucky and his searing kiss that was just as addictive as Steve’s.
“We want to do so much with you.” Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he cupped your cheeks and breathed you in. “We missed you so damn much.”
“I missed you too.” You whispered back, your reply soft and tender. “I missed both of you.”
“Bean-“ Bucky had drawn his hand further down your cheek, speaking your nickname with a wavering voice.
“It’s okay, Bucky.” You kissed him softly, again, and then stepped away from him. “I would like a piggyback ride through-“
“Me first.” Steve stole you away from Bucky, crouching down to let you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “Back to campus.”
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Wildest Dreams: Part 5
The ball in his hands had been tossed back and forth aimlessly, his eyes fixating on the bright white stitching that held the leather together and had been engrained with the school’s logo on the side.
It was all a distraction while he played the waiting game with Bucky, hopeful that you would still make an appearance at their practice.
They had been talking about it since the Dean’s office, the two alphas discussing how they could manage to get the three of you to move forward in friendship and then a relationship, drawing from your shared past as motivation to solidify your future.
And still, it had depended on their hope that they would see you in the stands with some of the other omegas and girls that had been invited to watch. The invitation had to be made and cleared by the security for the team and stadium, and there would’ve been a pass left for you to enter the stadium.
“She’s going to be here,” Steve mumbled under his breath as a reminder to himself, another hopeful wish that he’d look over and see you waiting for him; for them.
Steve and Bucky had been rendered eager by the promise you made to watch their practices, and even as hopeful as they were, they wondered if you would skip out on them. There were always some doubts that you would let your anger and your hurt, your past abandonment overshadow the chance to be together again.
Whether you would let that go slowly and make an effort to be with them, even starting as friends, or hold onto it was almost debilitating.
Steve had held his breath and bit his tongue while he was tossing the ball back and forth, his gaze briefly darting through the crowd of players to find Bucky. Their eyes met, blu-green with crystalline blues, and a smile built on both the alpha’s faces. A form of silent communication bounced between Steve and Bucky, a message sent and received with a wink and purse of his lips.
The two alphas were so close, so well bound and familiar with each other that it seemed like they could have entire conversations and not say a single thing. It was an extension of the connection you three once had together and hopefully would have again.
“She’s going to come.” Steve tucked the ball under his arm exhaling the puff of air he had kept in while slowly traversing to the edge of the field where his helmet had remained on the steel bench, set beside the bag of medical gear the team’s first aid staff had.
He had stooped to the bench and sank upon the metal, his leg and feet stretched out in front of him.
He slammed the ball upon the hard surface and ran his fingers through his hair, watching Bucky screwing around with a few of the linemen, specifically the defensive tackle and the defensive end. The two defensive players were just as tall as Steve and Bucky were, though Sam had been far broader than even Steve was, and Ari was far more physically imposing.
Both Sam and Ari, surprisingly, made Steve and Bucky feel small.
“Practice is starting, get your helmet on.” The assistant coach had directed his attention toward Steve and then nodded his head in the direction of the space behind Steve.
The dirty blonde whipped his head around, a grin wide and bold bursting on his face when he spotted you sitting in the lower middle. You weren’t paying attention to Steve or Bucky, you were having a conversation with Rhys as she waved her hands animatedly, relaying some eclectic tale of her wonder.
The two of you weren’t aware that Steve or Bucky had been staring at you, though Steve almost preferred your indifference. With you paying attention to Rhys and not him, Steve could study you and commit every detail of you and your appearance on the stand as if he was going to be judged or tested.
He was amazed at how beautiful and adorable an omega like you could have appeared, how breathtaking you could be in a cable-knit school toque and an oversized pale lavender Karbon fall jacket, with only the appearance of a sweater poking above the hem of the hood.
Despite it still being fall and just barely on the cusp of a potential early winter, the air and weather had taken a sour turn. There was still endless potential for warm weathered fall days, and months before the season ended on December 11th, however, the area was being battered by a cold snap.
“Rogers!” the coach had called his name, Rhys and yourself turning your head to look at him.
Steve reacted as if a jolt of lightning had shot through him, standing in earnest. He rose to his feet quickly and snatched his helmet from the bench seat, taking a single step before he looked back at you and smiled small.
“I knew she would come.” Steve exchanged a whisper to Bucky in passing, the two bumping hips with each other.
“Never doubted it for a second.” Bucky grinned, placing a kiss on Steve’s cheek with a firm pat on the ass before he stepped on the field with Steve, Bucky helped yank Steve’s helmet on his head before pulling his own on.
Bucky turned his head and looked your way.
He watched you as you fiddled with your phone before you slipped it back in your pocket, drawing your eyes upon Steve and Bucky before looking away. You dropped your gaze to the bench beside you and your bag that you found mildly interesting, or maybe it was the spine of whatever book you had packed. It was probably your thought that maybe you would get bored and need something to read, instead of focusing on the crash coming from the field.
“Rogers! Barnes! Quit screwing around and run your play!” Bucky’s lips were tugged into a smirk, and he found himself glancing over his shoulder toward Steve, blue-green and blue meeting before the sharp sting of the whistle from their coach redirected their attention.
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Your fingers ran over the ridge in the stadium seat over and over, treating the hard edge like it was a stress ball rather than something to be sat on. Your eyes had been glued to the field as they ran play after play, each more impressive than the last, with pristine functionality.
Though you didn’t understand the exact details of their practice you were amazed by the speed and the force that was put behind each whip of the ball or tackle that would’ve rendered you a pancake on the turf. It was improbable that you could have ever been as quick on your feet or carried enough strength to throw a man into the grass without hesitation, though it was almost amusing to imagine yourself on the field with them.
When practice had first started, you were debating with yourself to read the book you had brought with you, thinking that there would be nothing interesting about the players going at each other like modern gladiators, and yet you were deridingly entranced.
You were so taken by the team, so enamoured by the skills and tactics they had used on the field, leaving you caught by surprise when someone had come to sit beside you.
A shock that resulted in you finally using your book though not as intended, rather it was a weapon to whack the unsuspecting and young alpha across the shoulder and bicep with as much force as you could muster.
“I’m part of the team!” The brown hair and brown-eyed alpha had squeaked, batting you off with a wave of his hand and a plea for you to quit beating on him. “I’m Peter!”
“Announce yourself!” You huffed in retaliation and shoved your book back into your bag, side-eyeing the alpha when he settled himself beside you, rubbing his sore shoulder and bicep.
He didn’t inherently give you the impression of being an alpha you should have feared or wanted to get away from, rather he almost seemed as if he could have been an omega like yourself.
This alpha looked younger than he probably was and while he seemed smaller than almost all of the players on the field, a second look at him gave you the impression that he was not as weak or frail as you may have suspected.
“If you’re on the team then why aren’t you on the field?” Your suspicion of him had tapered off just enough to not hit him when he leaned forward and leaned in, his hands folded in front of him.
“Well, technically I’m on the team. I’m a freshman and second-string. Second string-“
“You’re a backup player, I get the gist.” You drew your eyes away from Peter, glancing toward the field and the two alphas who drove you mad.
Steve and Bucky were speaking to one of the defensive players, the one you thought was defensive end, the three of them speaking quietly amongst each other in a little troupe of gossip that had only been cut short with the sharp whistle. The last play of practice had been called and as the players took their positions and readied themselves to run the ball, Peter had spoken again.
“So your Steve and Bucky’s omega?” He drew your attention toward him, looking at you with curiosity, his brown eyes reflective and reminiscent of a puppy dog gaze if you had ever seen one.
“I’m not their omega, I’m their friend.” You corrected Peter, gaze flitting back and forth between the game and the alpha beside you, humming under your breath after the final play had gone through and been run to near perfection.
Steve and Bucky didn’t spare a thought, they hadn’t waited a moment before they yanked their helmets off and set them on the bench, planning to retrieve them later after they had come to greet you. You decided to meet them halfway, and after you had gathered your things, you started making your way down the stairs of the stadium.
You were stopped halfway down, your nose scrunching as you picked up the heady scent of sweat and grime from the turf and any residual dirt, the aroma making you grit your teeth. You wanted to protest any physical contact with the two alphas, planning on making a demand for a shower first, however, Steve and Bucky had taken the chance from you.
Bucky had grabbed you first, encasing his arms around you with an overeager reach. He lifted you from the stands as if you weighed nothing, his voice coming out in a seductive purr, almost as if he was a cat rubbing against its favourite scratching post.
“You stink! Bucky get off!” You whacked his arm repeatedly, squeaking when you were handed off to Steve, the latter who hugged you just as tightly, nonchalantly scenting you with their natural aromas and what they had picked up from practice.
“Steve! You need to shower-“ you groaned, your hands pushing at his chest until he set you down. The two alphas had looked down at you with matching beaming smiles and eyes brightly cast upon you.
“Dinner, bean?” Bucky tilted his head, cocking it like a curious puppy or kitten. “We can start tutoring?”
“You need showers, both of you. You smell disgusting.” You winced, yanking your bag from the ground to drape it over your shoulder, eyeing Steve and Bucky with mild annoyance. “Your scents are overpowering.”
“Shower, then dinner?” Steve alluded, generally hopeful that you would say yes without a moment’s hesitation.
“You just practiced for-“
“-now we’re hungry. Come on, Bean! We’ll pay. Please….?” Bucky’s bottom lip protruded, his eyes boring into yours with unkempt familiarity.
“It’s not about money, Bucky. It’s-“
No matter how you had tried, no matter how annoyed or vexed you were, you couldn’t come up with a quantifiable reason why you could or should deny them.
No matter how hard you thought or tried to resist the two alphas who were standing closer to you than you anticipated, and had been amorously drawn to each other as they were you, you felt yourself cratering and crumbling like a brittle piece of plastic.
You were giving in, caving in on yourself with little resistance and the more you tried to think of reasons to deny them, the harder it was to think of anything justifiable.
“Take a shower. You stink.” You scrunched your nose and shuddered, stepping away from the two of them. “And then…”
“And then…?” Bucky grinned, reaching his hand out to brush your hair off your shoulder.
“Dinner. As friends. That’s it.”
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