sorry about the lack of pfp i just dont do art good
fuck kind of pic do you even use for this kind of sideblog anyway, especially if you dont make it yourself
to do list: figure out how to dispose of godawful eye searing white background, decide on tagging sytem never gonna happen i was just dreaming of who i could have been
chaos reigns its a tagless party in here good luck and godspeed stranger
Hmmmm anyway what about the opposite of Devoted Loyal Noble Knight. What about Knight that is Chained to his Duty like a Rabid Dog in a Cage. What about Knight that fucking Loathes The King but is bound by a magic oath that prohibits him abandoning his post or harming his liege. Knight that feigns subservience while boiling with bloodlust. Knight who finds every innocuous form of disobedience and rebellion he can within the limits of his Oath. Knight who decides, after a virtuous little Consort is betrothed to the King and sent to the Palace, he'll make it his mission to corrupt and ruin the Consort with filthy, feral seduction. Fucking them over and over and over again while the King is none the wiser, in every room in the Palace, on the throne, in the King's bed, always an inch away from getting caught.
Plot Summary : When your boyfriend turns out to be cheating piece of shit, two alphas come to your rescue. One tells you he won't keep you and the other wants nothing to do with you, but that doesn't stop the pull you feel towards them. The closer you get, the more you discover about them, and about yourself.
Pairing : Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader / Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader
Story Rating : R
Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour and, seriously, everyone is an asshole. All chapters will contain the usual omegaverse and A/B/O tropes, love triangle(ish), and explicit smut. There is an unspecified age gap between Alphas and reader. All characters are a little darker than usual. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.
Word Count : 5.7k
Chapter List : Chapter One | Chapter Two
A/N : sorry this took so long 😂 and seriously, everyone is an asshole in this fic.
Chapter Three
Bucky helped you carry your things down to the car, but he didn't say a word. He hadn't said a word when Rick had glared at you and watched you walk out the door, and he certainly hadn't said anything when he noticed you fighting back tears. (They weren't tears over Rick, of course, you were just mourning the loss of eighteen months of your life.)
But you caught the looks — those quick sideways glances he gave you and the little shakes of his head — but you didn't say anything until the car pulled up outside the mansion.
"What?" You finally asked, more exhausted than annoyed after enduring twenty minutes of silence from him.
"What?" He repeated, as if he didn't know.
"Clearly you want to say something, so just say it."
"You want to know what I think?"
You set your jaw and shook your head. The last thing you wanted was to get pulled into some fucked-up mind game with him, so you got out the car and walked to the trunk to get your things.
Bucky followed after, waiting until the back of the car was open before answering.
"Why'd you let him treat you like that?" Bucky asked, placing a hand on your suitcase to keep you from grabbing it. "Why are you letting Steve?"
"Steve isn't like Rick." You sounded so sure despite only knowing the alpha one night.
"He told you that he just wants you for sex, right? He doesn't want you, he wants what you do for him."
"And what's that?" You snapped, making the mistake of turning towards him. The second Bucky stood to his full height in front of you, you felt heat start to pool in your belly.
"Fuck, you really haven't had an alpha before, have you?" He barely kept himself from laughing. "When we fuck an omega, it's not just sex for us; it's power. Dominance. When he's inside you, he owns you. Your piece of shit ex was keeping you trapped in that crappy little apartment, trying his best to own you — not because he wanted you, because it made him feel powerful to have an omega. He's a beta desperately playing at alpha."
You shook your head even though some small part of you knew it was true. Omegas were prized because of their submissive nature, because they often gave themselves completely to their partners. Especially if that partner was an alpha. You hadn't thought about it because you hadn't wanted to think about how true it was. You'd spent eighteen months with Rick, trying to ignore how small he made you feel.
Were you falling into the same trap with Steve now?
(No, the alpha wants us. He'll keep us, your hindbrain whined, though you had to wonder which alpha she meant.)
"You don't know what you're getting into here," he continued.
"I'm a big girl, I can look after myself."
"Then why are you letting anyone with a dick treat you like a doormat?"
You didn't answer and he practically growled when you started to walk away, abandoning your things.
You managed to make it back into the kitchen before he grabbed your arm and forced you back towards him. Without thinking, you swung at him, catching him across the cheek with your open hand. The slap did little to deter him. His grip tightened and he pulled you flush against his body.
"That's the spirit," he said as you struggled against him. "Stop letting men treat you like shit."
"What d'you care?"
"Because you're better than that — better than some piece of shit beta, better than some alpha who just wants to wet his dick..."
"Better than some asshole alpha who won't take no for an answer?" You spat.
Bucky grinned. "Yeah, you're supposed to be better than someone like me."
"I am better than you. So. Let. Me. Go."
"I want to, doll. I really do," he said, his voice turning low and deep, "but I don't think I can. And I don't think you want that either."
You weren't sure when you'd stopped struggling and allowed him to hold you against his body, but you were pressed against him, your hand beneath his jacket, resting just above his thundering heart. Your legs felt like jelly beneath you and every breath you took was Bucky.
(He smells so good. Ours — he smells like ours. Don't pull back, the voice in your head begged.)
"Fuck," he groaned, "I can smell how wet you are..."
Your lips parted, you wanted to say... something. Anything. You wanted to tell him that he was a pig, that you thought he was vile. But he was right. Heat was burning through you, licking at your core and making you want. And, before you could think a rational thought, Bucky moved, slanting his lips over yours.
The kiss was anything but gentle, and you had to grasp a fistful of his shirt just to keep yourself from falling as he urged you backwards. He kept moving, kept pushing until you were against the counter. You let out a grunt of pain against his lips but made no effort to pull away from him, and neither of you hesitated even for a second. It felt like you were at war, each of you vying for control over the kiss, for dominance over the other.
But he was an alpha and you were an omega.
There was only one way it could go.
His hand rested on your throat, just below your chin, keeping you exactly where he wanted you — but pulling away was the very last thing you wanted. Your body thrummed with a need you couldn't put a name to, something you'd never felt before, even last night with Steve.
The moment Bucky realised you were on the hook, he let that hand drop, slipping down to your chest. You whimpered as he roughly palmed your breast through the borrowed dress, awkwardly arching yourself into his touch.
Not wanting to be one-upped, you grabbed his ass, gripping him through his jeans and pulling him towards you and — oh fuck. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but the hard press of his cock, straining beneath denim was not it.
He was hard. He wanted you.
(Yes. Yes. Yes. Let him have us. We want him. Right here, your hindbrain pleaded, rattling the cage of your mind.)
He gave a grunt against your lips and pushed you back against the counter again, sinking his teeth into your lower lip. This time, the sound that escaped you was a low whine, an unmistakably omega sound, submissive and eager.
Bucky inhaled sharply and his cock twitched against you at the sweet scent of your arousal filling his lungs.
Pulling back, he looked at you, your chest heaving beneath his touch. He grit his teeth as you desperately tried to pull him closer, letting out another, quieter whine.
He watched for a second, his eyes fixed on yours, taking in the sight of your pupils blown wide as his scent enveloped you. You leaned closer, trying to reignite the kiss and Bucky found that he couldn't refuse you. He reclaimed your lips in a searing kiss, revelling in the way you were giving yourself to him and letting him take control.
As you lost yourself to him, your hands slipped around his waist to pull open his belt, then his jeans.
A deep sound vibrated through him — a sound that was all alpha — as you pulled his cock from his pants and gripped it. It went straight to your core and had you needily squirming against him.
(He's big... so big... please... please let us have him.)
Through the haze of lust and want, you realised just how much your body had reacted to him. All for him. For an alpha who'd made it crystal clear that he didn't want you around and that he didn't even like you.
It didn't matter. None of it stopped the burning ache in the pit of your stomach that wanted him.
Bucky moved suddenly, turning you away from him and bending you over the counter, leaving you with only the very tips of your toes on the floor. He tugged up the back of your dress and swore, his earlier suspicion about you not wearing panties confirmed.
His cold metal hand cupped you. A shiver slid up your spine and you squirmed against his touch. It was too much but, simultaneously, nowhere near enough.
Thankfully, Bucky wasn't interested in taking things slowly.
Your back arched as a metal finger slipped inside you, starting to pump in and out of your body in a rushed rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. He was proving a point, showing how quickly he could make you melt for him. A second finger was added and you started to writhe beneath him, until he pressed his free hand to your back to hold you in place.
"Fuckin' needy —"
You only half-heard his grumbles and the filthy things he muttered over your own eager moans and panted breathing. His fingers bent and scissored inside of you and there was no doubt in your mind that he was trying to prepare you for more.
Before his fingers could give you what you needed, before they could sate the tension coiling inside of you, they slipped from your body, leaving you empty and unsatisfied. You keened pathetically, fingers crawling against the marble countertop, until you felt the plush head of his cock.
He was going to fuck you.
And you wanted it. Needed it. Craved it. There was no controlling your desperation as you panted and whined for him, unable to hold back your baser instincts. Common sense was a distant memory and the only thing that mattered now was Bucky; not the fact that you were in the kitchen where anyone could walk in, and certainly not the fact that you hated him.
With one smooth thrust, he was inside of you. A yelp slipped out, but the momentary ache of being filled so suddenly was short lived. He started to fuck you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming forward again, causing your thighs to knock against the edge of the counter.
"So fuckin' wet," he said through gritted teeth, his voice even lower than usual; so dominant, so alpha. "Needy fuckin' omega."
You clenched around him and desperately tried to move, to meet his thrusts, to take more than he was already giving. His metal hand gripped your hip, fingers still wet with your slick, while the other hand gripped the back of your neck, pinning you down more securely.
At any other time, in any other circumstance, you would have protested, would have claimed you had no interest in being dominated by an alpha. But with Bucky, you wanted it. Every fibre of your being was screaming for it.
You wanted more.
His fingers curled into the scruff of your neck, placing a delicious pleasure on your mating gland. It was enough to make you come. Hard. Your whole body trembled and shook, and your feet completely lifted from the floor, leaving you entirely at his mercy.
Bucky tugged your thigh, pulling your left leg up to his waist and opening you further to him. He kept going, fucking you through your orgasm, all the while muttering the filthiest things about how wet you were, how eager you were for his cock, and how Steve clearly hadn't fucked you right.
All of it had you sinking deeper into that strange omega submission, wanting nothing more than to take what your alpha was giving you.
(But he wasn't your alpha any more than Steve was — not that it mattered. There was no claim on your neck, no mate waiting for you. In that moment, you were Bucky's.)
"Alpha!" You gasped.
His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm for a couple of seconds, and his fingers twitched around the scruff of your neck, grip tightening.
"What did you call me?" The way he practically growled the question sent shockwaves of pleasure up your spine, silencing your last shred of common sense, the thing trying to warn you that you were playing a dangerous game.
(Tell him. Tell him he's our alpha. We want him to be our alpha...)
"Alpha," you answered, punctuating the word with whine as his grip grew tighter, the tips of his fingers still pressing against your gland.
"That's right, omega," he grunted between particularly rough thrusts, "I'm your alpha now."
And... fuck, you wanted it. In that moment you'd been fucked so brainless that if he'd asked to mark you, claim you, you probably would have presented your neck to him. Steve didn't make you feel that way — sure, the sex had been mind-blowing but this? This was transcendental. This was life-altering. Sure, Bucky had been nothing but an asshole to you but, right now, he was scratching every single itch you'd ever had.
"Alpha," you whined again, over and over, completely lost to him.
He easily pushed you to another orgasm, the shockwaves shaking your whole body while his hands held you in place. It went on and on, for what felt like a lifetime. As the sensation finally started to peter out, you felt something else.
Bucky grunted, his cock twitching inside of you as he started to come. The first spurt of warmth had you eager for more, some baser part of you desperate for it, but the second quickly brought back some saner version of yourself. It took a split second more for your mind to catch up and for you to find your voice again.
"Pull out."
The words broke whatever spell you were both under and Bucky quickly pulled out, but your relief was short-lived. The alpha started to stroke himself and you felt something warm splash against your ass and the backs of your thighs. Ugh, you'd be disgusted if you weren't so confused over everything that had just happened. At some point he'd released his hold on you, but you remained exactly where he'd put you, sprawled over the counter, too boneless to move.
"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, sounding just as out of breath as you as he tucked himself back into his pants and turned to leave, pausing only briefly to throw a dish towel your way. "Clean yourself up, omega."
Then he was gone, leaving you lewdly on display, his cum slowly running down the backs of your thighs.
It took a minute or two for you to finally pull yourself together enough to move, cringing as you cleaned yourself with the towel. Reality crashed down around you and you had to keep yourself from vomiting in the kitchen sink.
What had just happened?
More importantly, why had you allowed it to happen?
(Why had you wanted it so fucking much?)
You tugged your dress down, disposed of the towel and headed upstairs to your room on shaking legs. You didn't cry — despite the maelstrom of emotions inside you, you weren't upset that it had happened, and you certainly weren't going to even entertain the thought that you hadn't wanted it. But that was what made it worse. You had wanted it. Wanted him.
Some part of your even wanted it again.
He'd told you that you deserved better but he'd still treated you like nothing more than a horny omega and —
"Fuck," you grit out in frustration as you slammed your bathroom door shut and started to strip.
Regardless of how you wanted to feel, every time you thought about him, something inside of you trembled. Even as you tried to tell yourself that you shouldn't want a man like him, some part of you longed to feel his hands on you again, his fingers inside you, his cock...
Your very hot shower to scrub away his scent soon turned into a very cold shower to help you get your head straight though, more than once, you had to fight the urge to dip your fingers between your thighs — not because he hadn't satisfied you but because it felt like it would never be enough, like sex with him had forever altered you.
Sex with Bucky was like your favourite ice cream; you didn't want to just stop at one scoop when there was so much more to enjoy. Part of you even regretted that it could never happen again. And the less said about your hindbrain's opinion on the matter the better.
You dressed in some of 'Nat's' clothes but, when you left your room, you found that he'd left your things neatly piled in the hallway just outside your door. There was no sign of him save for his fading scent lingering in the hallway.
You took your time unpacking, carefully moving all of Nat's things into a suitcase and putting it in the bottom of the wardrobe. Then, you finally change into your own clothes. You'd never been more glad of clean underwear in your life.
If you could have, you might have stayed in your room, but you hadn't eaten all day. It wasn't like you to forget food, especially with your omega metabolism constantly burning through every meal and snack. (Though, in fairness, you'd had a really strange 24 hours.) But, by the time you'd finished setting up your desk, the pangs of hunger became unbearable.
As an omega, you were quiet by nature, genetically predisposed to be meek and fit into an alpha or pack's life without drawing attention. It was a defence as much as it was anything else, but never in your life had you crept so silently than in that moment. You willed your shoes not to squeak on the hardwood floor and begged every floorboard to not make a sound under your feet.
But sound didn't matter when it came to alphas.
Hearing movement down the hallway, you ducked through the first open door.
"Hello sweetheart, were you looking for me?"
Steve was sitting behind an ornate desk, laptop and files in front of him. It took everything you had not to huff a sigh of relief that it was him and not Bucky who you'd stumbled upon.
"Yeah, I —" your stomach chose that moment to let out a low grumble. You smiled and bit back a laugh. "I was getting hungry."
Steve almost winced. "Of course you are. I got so carried away this morning that I guess I forgot."
You gave a shrug and something of a smile, and the moment he turned his chair away from the desk and patted his leg, you went to him. Steve's arms wrapped around your waist as you straddled his lap and a flicker of concern crossed his face when you grimaced. You'd been trying to ignore the tenderness between your thighs and thoughts of what had caused it.
"Sore?" He asked, placing his hand on your thigh, letting the tips of his fingers slip below the hem of your skirt.
"A little," you said, shrugging. "Last night was..."
You weren't sure what last night was compared to the afternoon with Bucky, but you didn't want Steve to know about it. No, you wanted him to think it was all him, that he was the only one for you. It felt gross to lie to him, but he'd made it clear that what you had wasn't really a relationship and that it would never go anywhere. You were there to scratch his alpha itch.
It was an itch you managed to scratch without even trying.
He groaned and inhaled, pressing his nose to your neck. To your gland. "You smell so good now you're not covered in Nat's scent."
You hadn't even considered how wearing someone else's clothes would have covered your scent, but Steve's reaction was enough to completely settle any lingering jealousy you might have felt towards this Nat.
"You like my scent?" You asked softly, seductively. You wanted to feel in control, just like you had when you'd had his cock in your mouth, you wanted to take in the way that both of the alpha's seemed content to take from you, and if you had to play the part of the timid little omega? Then so be it.
His cock twitched in response and he pulled you closer, his hand daring to slip a little further up your thigh.
"I love your scent," he confessed. "When you're around, it's all I can think about..."
Heavy footsteps sounded from the hallway and you surged forwards, eagerly pressing your lips to Steve's as Bucky entered the office. His arm pulled tight around you and you let out a soft whine into Steve's mouth. A few seconds passed before Bucky cleared his throat and Steve tried to break the kiss. You chased his lips, not letting him get away, needily rocking your hips against his half-hard cock.
It took fingers tangling your hair to pull you back and keep you back, though Steve almost broke when he saw the way you were looking at him. Part of you wanted to continue, to grind on Steve's lap until he gave in — to do whatever you had to do to show Bucky that you would never be his.
"This better be good," Steve said, though his eyes never left yours.
You licked your lips, holding his gaze and revelling in how powerful his attention made you feel.
"You wanted to get me when it was time to go," Bucky said. "Unless you're too busy with your new toy..."
You tensed and Steve's arm around you tightened. He considered you for a moment but said nothing in your defence. "Bring the car around, we'll be out in ten."
"We?" Bucky repeated not even trying to hide his irritation.
"Just go get the car, Bucky."
You'd never heard Steve use such a sharp and commanding tone before, and you hated the way it made you want him.
"He's right," Steve said once you were alone again, "I shouldn't bring you with us."
"Where are we going?"
"The club." Why he made those two words sound like he was taking you into a warzone, you didn't know. You stayed quiet, letting your expression ask the question; why doesn't he want me there? "We're holding a meeting — there's going to be a lot of unpleasant people around. Other alphas."
It raised more questions but Steve didn't give you time to give voice to any of them. He lifted you as he stood, carefully placing you back on your feet but keeping his arms around you.
"It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just thinks it's a bit soon to be letting you near pack business."
"He doesn't want me here," you said bluntly, though you now had to wonder if his opinion on you had changed.
"Buck's just... stuck in his ways. He'll get used to it," Steve said, shrugging. "Anyway, he's got it wrong — I'm bringing you with us so after the meeting I can take you for dinner. It's not like I'm letting you in the room with any of them."
You weren't entirely sure your stomach would allow you to go that long without food, but you didn't turn your nose up at the gesture. Of course, you still had questions, but everything was already moving so quickly that you didn't think you could handle anything else. Besides, you wanted to be the doting and agreeable little omega that he wanted to ensure that he kept wanting you.
"So, what? You just want me to sit around looking pretty while you work?" You managed to force a smile at the joke.
Steve smiled right back. "Exactly. And, while you're waiting you'll have free run of the bar."
"And then you'll take me for dinner?" You asked, Steve nodded and you made a show of considering the offer. "Hmm, okay, I guess I can handle that but... if we're going somewhere fancy, I'm going to need to change."
Ten minutes was hardly enough time but, you figured, if you grabbed your make-up bag, you could always finish getting ready at the club. If nothing else, it'd kill time while you waited for him.
Fifteen minutes later, you were both faced by a very annoyed looking Bucky — though the way his eyes lingered on your dress suggested he wasn't as angry at the delay as he wanted you to think. He grumbled under his breath as Steve got into the passenger seat, leaving him to open the back door for you.
His hand brushed your waist as you climbed into the back of the SUV and you could have sworn you heard him inhale. You wanted to feel disgusted, instead...
No.
You didn't want to think about instead. There was no instead. Just like there was no heat pooling low in your belly and no longing ache between your thighs. Even as he caught your gaze in the rearview mirror, there was nothing. You fixed your eyes out of the window and made a point of completely ignoring him. This continued right up to the moment Bucky let you out of the car behind the club and finally disappeared, muttering something to Steve about making sure their guests weren't causing any problems.
"I'm gonna need you to stay down by the bar, okay?" Steve said as he slowly walked you inside. "And if anyone asks, you tell them that you work for me, okay?"
Your eyebrow rose, but you didn't question it. It wasn't your business. More to the point, you didn't want it to be your business. Whatever Steve and Bucky had going on was none of your concern, and you wanted to avoid anything that was going to attract Bucky's attention.
So, you soon found yourself sitting at the bar, making small talk with the bartender, a beta not much older than you. You made little comments about the club, asking what it was like to work there and if they had meetings like this one a lot. You got a lot of shrugs in response leaving you with the feeling that, whatever was going on in Steve's office, it was kept separate from the day to day running of the club.
If you'd cared to think about it, it might have been enough to make you wonder just what you were getting yourself into, but if Steve was happy to keep you out of it, you saw no reason to care. He'd made it clear what you were to him and what was expected, and you were fine with it. You were fine spending time as his unofficial omega if it meant you had somewhere to stay and didn't have to worry about money for a little while.
Besides, he was a business man, what was the worst he could be getting up to behind closed doors? Fraud? Tax evasion?
To pass the time, you started drinking your way through the cocktail list — though by the third drink, you had your suspicions that the bartender was watering them down. But, as it turned out, an open bar wasn't so fun when you were on your own in a nightclub with the lights up. In fact, it just made you feel lonely.
And that was something you'd never really felt with Rick, not that you were about to start mourning the loss of your relationship or waxing philosophical about it or anything. It was just... strange. He'd never really left you alone. He'd always wanted you next to him, so people could see you. Or, so people could look at him and think wow that beta managed to snag an omega.
Fuck. Maybe Bucky had been right, maybe Rick had just wanted to own you.
(Well tough shit, he doesn't get us, that little voice in the back of your head sang, we've got our alphas now.)
Knocking back your Tequila Sunrise, you got to your feet, determined to ignore that particular thought. Though the wary look the bartender shot you had questioning. Had she been told to watch you? Keep you out of the way? Were you being babysat?
"Just going to fix my make-up," you told her, but didn't wait to hear whatever was on the tip of her tongue. It wasn't like you were going to cause any trouble; you just wanted to go get ready for dinner with Steve.
You took your time, wanting things to be just right. It had been a weird day and you really wanted to just draw a line under the whole thing and start again tomorrow. Tonight, you were going to show Steve just how good your arrangement could be, and you were going to make sure there were no doubts in his mind about you.
And you were going to do everything you could to forget all about Bucky.
Once your make-up was perfect and your hair was just right, you spent a minute trying to get your dress to sit right over the bra you'd chosen — a bra that, honestly, you shouldn't have bothered with because it was uncomfortable as hell, but it was cute and lacy and you thought Steve would appreciate it.
Twenty minutes had passed and you were starting to worry that someone would be sent to find you so, after one last look in the mirror, you left the bathroom.
You were so busy trying to get your bra strap untwisted that you walked straight into something. Someone. An arm wrapped around your waist and your fingers gripped a dark suit jacket. And —
The scent hit you immediately.
Alpha.
But not one of your alphas.
"Hello," a harsh New York accent said.
It was enough to pull you back to the moment, letting go of his jacket and slipping from his grasp. Your head tipped back as you took in the sight of the alpha; tall, slender but athletic, dressed in a suit that was probably worth more money than you'd ever see in your life, and irises so dark that they almost appeared black.
He was handsome. Pretty. Good looking in a different way to Steve and Bucky.
But, unlike Bucky and Steve, this alpha didn't spark anything inside of you. Sure, you stood a little taller and found it hard to tear your gaze from his, but he didn't make you feel like you were one second away from losing all control. Was he somehow different to them — or was it them?
"Where's Rogers been keeping you?" He asked.
Finally you blinked and regained your composure. "Sorry, I —"
"Don't apologise. I wasn't watching where I was going," he interrupted, an easy smile on his lips. This alpha was trouble, the kind that could talk anyone into opening their legs for him, but you didn't feel the urge to let him, not like you did with your alphas. "What brings a pretty little thing like you to a dump like this?"
"I work here," you answered, remembering the lie you'd been asked to spew.
"I've never seen you here before." His eyes travelled down your body, taking in your outfit — the short dress didn't exactly scream bartender. "Then again, this isn't exactly my kind of place..."
No, judging from the look of him, the alpha was more upmarket than some nightclub.
"If you ever want a job that pays better, give me a call," he said, smoothly pulling a business card from his pocket and offering it to you.
"Anvil," you repeated the name and silently took note of his. William Russo. "Private security?"
"That's —"
A familiar scent filled the air and the hairs on your neck stood on end.
"Is he bothering you?" Bucky asked, leaving some space between you, but still standing close enough to cause an eager longing inside you. "You bothering her, Russo?"
"Wouldn't dream of it, Barnes," he said, standing a little straighter, making sure you saw that he was the taller of the pair.
(Mhmm the alpha's are preening, your hindbrain pointed out.)
The other alpha spared you one last look before shrugging and walking away. Bucky stayed exactly where he was but didn't say anything for almost thirty seconds.
"What did he want?"
"What do you care?" You shot back, instantly annoyed by him and his presence. "Don't tell me you're jealous, after —"
"I've got nothing to be jealous of," he stopped you before you could say the words. "I just wanna make sure you're not talking to anyone you shouldn't."
"You don't get to decide who I talk to." You took a step, wanting to walk away from whatever this was.
Bucky moved, grabbing you by the arm and pushing you back against the wall. His body pressed against you, holding you in place, practically smothering you in his scent. You could feel every rise and fall of his chest against yours, hear every sharp breath he took. Fingers twitched at your side, touching but not quite grasping your hip, like he was fighting against himself.
"You don't talk to him," Bucky said, his voice turning low. "You don't talk to any other alphas."
"I'm not yours."
"Yes you are."
You shook your head and bit back a callous laugh. "What happened earlier was a mistake. It's not gonna happen again."
Bucky practically snarled as he leaned closer, his lips so close to yours then —
He stepped back the moment he heard Steve calling your name and, before you could even think to tell him to go fuck himself, he was storming off in the opposite direction.
Steve was waiting by the bar when you returned. "There you are," he said. "I sent Bucky to find you, did he not —"
"I was in the bathroom, I've not seen anyone," you shrugged as you moved to his side, not wanting to talk about Bucky.
Steve pulled you into his arms and pressed a possessive kiss to your forehead. "You ready to go?"
You nodded and were quickly spirited away for an evening of food, wine, and sex.
A/N : Thanks so much to everyone who has been patiently waiting for this. Those who haven't... well, I don't have much to say to you. Anyway, yes, I had to throw my bb Billy Russo in as a little easter egg and, yes, he'll probably be back, hope all my fellow Billy fans are happy about that. I think I got everyone who asked to be tagged on the last part, if not, let me know!
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kinks that lie outside your usual menagerie but don't turn you off are a fun space to play in. breeding does absolutely nothing for me but i'd always be happy to let a girl hit it raw and act appropriately enthused\entranced\horrified as required. sex & kink is just playing toys
When you've spent your whole life yearning to be loved, every gentle caress will send shivers down your spine 💚🩷
(Sam x Bianca 🐺, ocs)
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firm reminder that when youre hitting people in the face for horny reasons you need to need to need to make sure their mouth is fully shut. i dont care how hot slapping something out of someones mouth is, or slapping them to shut them up. if theyd like to keep using their jaw in the future you must make sure its shut first. this can be really hot too ofc for those with open hearts and minds
