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Know That Water’s Sweet, But Blood is Thicker Mob AU
So inspiration struck hard today, and I’m almost done with the first Drabble for Know That Water’s Sweet, but Blood is Thicker.
With that in mind I thought it would be fun to run a poll to see who you guys are most excited to see! Please bear in mind this won’t affect the first Drabble, but may point me to who we see next 👀
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So inspiration struck hard today, and I’m almost done with the first Drabble for Know That Water’s Sweet, but Blood is Thicker.
With that in mind I thought it would be fun to run a poll to see who you guys are most excited to see! Please bear in mind this won’t affect the first Drabble, but may point me to who we see next 👀
So inspiration struck hard today, and I’m almost done with the first Drabble for Know That Water’s Sweet, but Blood is Thicker.
With that in mind I thought it would be fun to run a poll to see who you guys are most excited to see! Please bear in mind this won’t affect the first Drabble, but may point me to who we see next 👀
Know That Water’s Sweet, But Blood is Thicker - Masterlist
Welcome to the Masterlist for my new Mob AU! Below you’ll find the fic nav once those get posted, but first I thought an intro to the family (and others) was in order.
A special shout out to @krirebr who was adamant that I had to write a very dark Lloyd. Which is what sparked this whole thing.
Please heed warnings below! (To be updated as parts are updated)
Warnings: violence, swearing, undercover agents, dark (seriously Lloyd deserves a warning tag in this)
Welcome to the Family - introduction and background on the boys
Welcome to the Thrombey Crime Family. If you’re gonna stay along for the ride, you may want to get to know the boys and see how they’re all connected in the end.
The Boss
Ransom Drysdale may not have been the oldest of the family, but was the one who sought power. The mastermind of the Thrombey Family, he wields his power from behind closed doors. Leaving the difficult tasks to his right hand and top hitman.
The Hitman
The eldest brother, Lloyd never really cared for the responsibility of the family business. He much preferred making the marks squeal, and bleeding them dry. Sometimes though, Ransom wished he wasn’t quite so bold, or quite so devastating in his attacks.
The Right Hand
Brought in as a teen, Ari Levinson worked his way up to earn the trust of even the eldest members of the family. Now, all orders from Ransom go through him. Ari’s gotten so confident in his role, he’ll make the tough calls on his own, even if they’ll get him in trouble.
The Secret Agent
Steve Rogers and his partner wind up on assignment to infiltrate the Thrombey family. All the research in the world can’t prepare them for what they find when they finally earn the family’s, and specifically Lloyd’s trust.
The Enforcer
When the tasks seem below Lloyd’s pay grade, the family sends in Curtis Everett. No one’s really sure how exactly he came to the family, but they do know that he prefers to work alone. Curtis will occasionally help Lloyd, if he has to, but does not choose to work with him. His hits are all his own.
The Family Lawyer
Thankfully for Andy, he doesn’t have to deal with the rest of the family too much. Ransom tends to handle all of their legal issues directly. And Andy? There’s a reason he only works for the Thrombey Family - there hasn’t been a charge that’s stuck since he started working for them.
The Gambler
Frank Adler just needed a loan to get him through to the end of the month. But of course he borrowed his money from the wrong people. Now, he’s gotta find a way to pay them back, or risk putting his entire family in danger.
A/N: Okay so here is the previous poll results! I really hope you guys like it 🤭. As always, a special shout out to @krirebr since she was able to kind of talk me down when I got all in my head about this. Please come screech at me, good bad, ugly, I don’t care! As always, comments, reblogs and asks are always welcome!
Something glittering from the shadows caught your eye first. The scent that followed had you gulping down air like a man starved. It flowed through your body electrifying every nerve and raising all your baser instincts. It smelled like summer back home, fresh, and hot. You shook your head, thankful that you had suppressants to help keep you calm in situations like these. Although, you’d never before encountered an Alpha with a scent quite so strong. You sincerely hoped your suppressants were enough to signal yourself as a beta to him. You couldn’t risk running into an Alpha in rut, it was far too dangerous for an Omega like you.
You scurried to keep up with the Beta who was guiding you through the city. Your only protection. She seemed nice enough you guessed, but she was clearly a strict woman, with little care for the throng of Alphas ahead. You felt a pull behind you, like someone was trying to discreetly get your attention. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the same glitter from the alley. You were sure they were blue eyes, tracking you through the crowded street, but it was hard to tell because his pupils were blown wide.
Without thinking, you clutched onto the sleeve of your Beta tour guide, the scent of a hot summer day taking over all of your senses. It was too much, you needed to get out of here. Her eyebrow quirked, and she sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling. She didn't seem the type to put up with Alphas, especially a rogue Alpha in rut.
She set a brisk pace as she guided the group of omegas through the streets. To outsiders it would probably seem that you were rushing to your next viewpoint, you could tell from some of the groups baffled looks that they hadn't even picked up on the Alpha's overpowering scent. You had a moment where it struck you as odd, but as the Beta rushed you all into a private museum, the thought left you as quickly as it came.
"Everyone," your Beta tour guide pulled your group to a room, "I have called for a van to pick us up and take us back to the hotel. Unfortunately, there is an Alpha in rut roaming the streets, and we cannot allow for the tour to continue until they are subdued, for your own safety."
Quiet murmurs spread through the group. Some were terrified having never met an Alpha in rut before. As your gaze travelled across the faces around you, you saw a wide range of emotions. Some Omegas were scared, some indifferent, the ones that concerned you the most were the Omegas who seemed intrigued.
You shook your head, anxiously twisting your fingers, praying for the car to arrive sooner rather than later. Something about that scent had affected you like no other Alpha had before. The thought sent a thrill up your spine, which you quickly tamped down. This Alpha is in rut.
An unmated Alpha in rut was dangerous. Not just to Omegas, but Betas too. Normally procedure dictated that any unmated Alphas had to quarantine 5 days before their expected rut and were mandated to stay that way until at least 5 days after the symptoms had passed. It was the same for Omegas, although the danger was to themselves, not others.
Of course, there were always Alphas who defied these rules. Usually though they stuck to the underground clubs. Passed their rut by fucking every Omega they came across there. Not perfect, but certainly better than wandering the streets.
The energy in the little room your tour guide had pulled you all into was buzzing with anxiety. Even the Omegas that had initially seemed intrigued by the rogue Alpha were starting to get anxious.
A tap to the door startled all of you, one Omega burst into tears. You rolled your eyes, almost against your own will. Yes, you were scared, yes, you were worried, but you didn't need to carry on about it. When the Beta opened the door, another Beta stood at the other side, seemingly there to take you all back to your hotel.
You were all ushered through a side door of the building, and into a waiting van. Wind whipped your face as you were the last into the van, and once again the scent of heat, warmth, home hit you causing your head to spin. Although you all seemed to be safe, there was a lingering tension on the car ride back.
Once safely back in your hotel room, you scrambled for your toiletries bag. Desperately searching for the suppressants that would hide your identity. You dumped the medication onto the little desk counting the pills, freezing when you realized there were too many. You had forgotten your dose. With all the excitement of travelling and the eagerness to see the tour, you had forgotten to take your does this morning.
That Alpha had definitely picked up your scent as Omega.
You groaned, no wonder you had been so affected by his scent. You went into the bathroom and showered, hoping the water would wash away the uncomfortable feeling the day had left you with.
***
The shower had done wonders for your mood. You called down for room service, knowing that your hotel was safe, but still needing the comfort of your own scent for now. You picked at the blankets you had gathered on the bed, wrinkling your nose at the "unscented" detergent. A scent would be better than none at all.
Glee filled you at the tap on your door, eager for your food. You had probably ordered too much, but knew you were going to be snacking for ages on your treats. When you opened the door a hot summer day smacked you in the face again, causing you to stumble backwards. It was enough, the Alpha pushed the cart of food and himself into your room.
The door slammed behind him, your instincts fighting inside you. Your rational brain told you to hit, run, fight, hide. Anything. Your Omega instincts begged for you to drop to your knees for this Alpha to show him your submission. As it was, you stood, neither running nor submitting.
You took in the man before you, he was tall with broad shoulders that filled the tiny entranceway of your hotel room. His dirty blonde hair was swept back from his face, you wouldn't call it long, but it wasn't short either. The glitter of his eyes stopped your inspection. You knew those eyes, that build, but your mind couldn't place from where.
You gripped the cart between you, the only barrier keeping the powerful Alpha away from you. No sounds passed between you, all you could hear was the ringing in your ears and your own laboured breathing. You saw his hands clench in a grip on the cart, as though it was happening in slow motion he yanked the cart to your left and it crashed against the wall.
Now there was nothing between the two of you.
Your eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. The Alpha's eyes watched you, his movements slow as he raised his hands in surrender. In response to your fear, your scent had turned sour and his nose wrinkled. The scent of his rut slapped you in the face. The hot summer day was still there, but under it was pure need, desire, and something else.
"P-Please." You wished your voice would come out stronger, but you were practically drowning in his scent at this point. "Please don't hurt me." You knew begging probably wasn't going to get you the result you wanted, but it was all the words you could string together now.
The Alpha grunted and took a step towards you, "I don't want to hurt you, I promise." His voice was wrecked. Like he was just as affected by your scent as you were by his. Home. The thought pulsed through you so quickly you weren't sure where it came from. "I-I was in a safe house, miles away. This morning I woke up, and your scent." He scrubbed a hand down his face, bringing your attention there. "I was fine, until your scent hit me. I had to find you."
Well that was clear as mud.
"What are you talking about?" Your voice was shrill, your breathing fast, "Listen Mr. I know that you're in rut, and you probably need, um, help with that or something. But I can't, I'm not your mate, okay?" You trembled as you slowly started to back away from the Alpha.
Like he knew your every move before you made it, he followed until you were cornered, right at the edge of your bed. There was still distance between the two of you, but not nearly as much as before. Up close you could see the thin line of blue that rimmed his blown out pupils. Underneath his beard you could make out a face that struck once again as familiar.
"Wait!" You put your hand up and it landed on his chest, which now that you were touching you could tell was heaving with either lust or restraint. "I know you."
The Alpha's eyes narrowed, and he closed the distance between you both, clearly over talking things out. He tried to cage you in between him and the bed, but you had speed on your side, and you launched yourself out of his grasp. When you turned back to look at him there was a twinkle in his eyes, and a look of admiration on his face. Alpha is pleased. Your inner Omega was singing at his silent praise.
"Please," He murmured, barely above a whisper, but it felt so loud in the quiet of your room. He groaned and cupped his hands over his face quickly, before standing up straight looking very on mission. The look on his face now sealed what you had suspected.
Because you knew this man. This was the former Captain America. He had been on the run with some of the former Avengers for at least a year now. News articles would pop up now and then of them helping people, saving the day, but never being caught.
You took a cautious step towards him, "Just, help me understand." Your own voice had calmed, your brain realizing that this man was likely less of a threat than any other Alpha in rut. "Why are you here, how did you find me?" The why me you left unsaid, but the sadness in his eyes told you, you didn't need to say it out loud, he understood.
"I don't know." His hands were reaching out to you, urging you closer. "I was sleeping, and then it hit me. Not my rut," He huffed as you opened your mouth to interrupt. "Your scent. It was everywhere. And the worst part was, no one else could smell it. Romanoff thought I had finally lost it." He chuckled softly as he spoke of his friends.
"What do you mean 'my scent'?" You could feel yourself starting to lose control, you could hear the desperation in your own voice, feel it in your core.
He took another step towards you, his hands placed gently on your arms. There was a current of want, need, desire, running between you both now. "I didn't know it was you, until I saw you. I followed your scent. It was like it was calling me," He huffed out a laugh, like it was the silliest thing in the world, "It felt like something was calling me home."
Home.
The thought pulsed through you again, in time with his words. The thought that had hit you from the very first inkling of his scent. Without another thought you threw yourself at him. Your arms snaking around his neck as your lips met his. His hands gripped your thighs and lifted until you were wrapping your legs around his waist. He stood holding you while you wrapped yourself around him as tightly as you could.
Home. Home. Home.
He soon took control of this kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he walked you both back to the bed, to the makeshift nest you had made. His nose wrinkled at the scent, or lack thereof in the blankets. Instead he buried his face in your neck, scenting along the gland there. A trill left your throat as he lightly nipped. His hands smoothed up your torso as he cradled you into the bed.
You could feel the fog starting to settle over your brain, your inner Omega chanting with glee in your hindbrain at having been chosen by this Alpha. You started pulling at his clothes, hungry for him to devour you. It wasn't long before he was standing before you, a Greek God among men. Your eyes greedily travelled along his body, taking in the broad shoulders and strong arms. The muscles flexing in his chest in abdomen, until finally reaching his pelvis.
There standing proud and at attention, dripping a little bit of precum was his cock. You could feel saliva gather in your mouth, wanting nothing more than to take him then and there. Your intention must have shown on your face because he let out a rumble that sounded more like a growl than a chuckle that had your eyes darting back up to his face.
"Come here Omega," He held his hand out to you, his face almost pleading.
When you stood before him, there was a reverence as he started to strip you of your clothes. Care was taken to remove each article softly, as if he was afraid any sudden movements on his part would spook you.
Stripped bare before him, you felt suddenly shy. Moving your arms to cover what parts of yourself you could. Your traitorous thoughts swirling, telling you, you weren't good enough for this Alpha. Your head bowed in shame, a whine escaping your throat. He pulled you close, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back, whispered words finally made it through your cloud of shame, "…so beautiful. Look at you. My perfect Omega. Mine." The last word growled, and possessive.
He dipped his head and claimed your lips once again, this time the kiss was feral. Like the last of his restraint had snapped, and now, you knew, you were just along for the ride. "Present for me Omega." His tone held no room for argument, and you scrambled to get yourself into position, your head bowed down into the bed, back arched, ass on display.
You purred as he ran a hand from the mating gland on your neck down your spine, your hips swaying in invitation. With two strong hands he gripped your hips, settling them in place. And then you felt him lick a stripe from your front to your back. The sound you made was guttural and feral. He hummed in approval and then dove in like a man starved.
He tongued at your weeping hole briefly before moving down to your clit. You howled as he sucked hard. One of his hands moved to gently probe at your entrance, testing to see how wet you were. The rumble in his chest told you he could feel exactly how excited you were for him. Two fingers easily slipped in pumping in rhythm with his sucks to your clit. You heard a voice chanting, over and over again and it took you a moment to realize, that was you.
"Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Please. More." He groaned behind you, adding another finger and switching from sucking to licks, until your voice and breaths reached a fever pitch. With a drawn out "Alphaaaaaaa" you came. Gushing your slick all over his face. He moved at the last moment to slurp up as much as he could. His fingers still pumping in you as you came down from your orgasm.
You felt him smirk, before placing a soft kiss on your clit, and climbing himself up on the bed. He traced the lines of your pussy, sweeping the head of his cock, teasing you. "Please Alpha. Need you. Need more." You whimpered as you begged him.
"If that's what my Omega wants, that's what my Omega gets." The last word was punctuated by him sheathing himself to the hilt. How he could still form words at this point was beyond you. He let out a groan, draping his body over your still bent form. He nosed at your mating gland again, a whisper that you couldn't quite make out before he started pumping his hips. The motions were slow, dragging the head of his cock over that place inside you that made your mouth drop open and groan loudly.
Home.
His arms wrapped around your front, one grabbing a breast to play with a nipple, the other sneaking down to thrum at your clit. You twisted your head back, whining when you couldn't reach his mouth. But he knew, and quickly swallowed your sounds as his hips snapped to meet yours in that agonizingly slow pace.
It soon became too much for you to take, and had you grinding your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your body begging for more, in a way your mind couldn't seem to form the words for. He growled into your ear, before pulling his hands back, causing you to whine and your hips to stutter. He shushed you before placing his ands once again on your hips and pulling out almost completely and then slamming home. You wailed as he set a vicious pace. Realizing too late, that the former Captain America had been holding back.
Your mind went white as another orgasm ripped through you, causing your inner muscles to flutter, gripping him tightly. It was only a few more thrusts before you felt his knot start to swell lodging him inside you as he came. His teeth sank into your bonding gland, sealing your bond. The sensations causing you to orgasm again, although much less strongly than the previous ones.
When your eyes fluttered open you realized you must have passed out, because you were cuddled into his chest. Face buried in his neck. You tried to speak, but your voice was hoarse. You didn't remember being that loud. Your eyes flickered up to his face.
Home. Home. Home.
You saw guilt, and sadness crease his eyes as his fingers traced the mark on your neck. "I'm sorry, Omega."
You shook your head. Not in the least bit sorry of what had happened. "Why?" You garbled out. He reached across you to the night stand, propping you up to drink some water, which you gratefully accepted. For some reason that one word, held so much weight.
Why are you sorry? Why me? Why this?
He scrubbed a hand down his face, and it was only now you saw the strain there. He looked bone tired. Not like the last time you had seen him.
"I didn't mean for this to happen. Not like this." He sat up fully, the sheet falling to his waist. You licked your lips at the sight, but quickly averted your gaze. Not now.
"If you couldn't tell, I'm fully onboard with what happened. And it happening again. If you want." You twisted your hands in your lap. Thinking of how to ask what you wanted to know, now that the lust had passed. "But I need to know. How? Why?"
His fingers gently cupped your chin, angling your face to look him in his eyes. "I'm not entirely sure. It was a feeling as much as it was your scent. Like I couldn't control it. I had to find you. It felt like something awful was going to happen if I didn't." You searched his eyes desperately, seeing nothing but truth there. "But, I didn't mean to mate you. I shouldn't have done that. It was like…" He trailed off, his face showing so much guilt, but worse you could feel it through your bond.
It was your turn to cup his face, "Alpha, mine." Your fingers scratching through his beard. "Are you feeling guilty because you didn't want to mate me? Or are you feeling guilty because you didn't want to mate me yet?"
Steve hummed and pulled you into a kiss, letting pure want flow through your bond. "I didn't want to mate you like that, without talking. Without use knowing for sure we were on the same page." He gripped your chin tightly. "You know who I am, what kind of trouble I'm in right now. It's not safe for you." He chuckled softly, at odds with his words as if he just realized something. "God, I didn't even ask your name."
You flushed as more memories of the last night swam through your mind. Carefully, you climbed onto his lap straddling his hips, and softly murmured your name to him, adding, "But I like it when you call me Omega."
He growled low in his throat at your admission. "My Omega." His hips making an aborted thrust so you could feel how much he wanted you.
You giggled softly, "Why don't we take care of that," Your eyes drifting down to his hips, "And then you can take me home."
His lips twisted into an amused grin. "I don't have a home right now."
Your hand drifted to lay right over his heart, "This is home."
***
Please ya’ll come screech and tell me what you think! I’m also kind of in love with them. Should we keep them?
Might not have happened how either of them wanted it to, but I'm certain Steve will make it up to her over time. Given that their scents made them think "Home" I can very easily see why nomad Steve was extra sensitive to it and couldn't fight it so well. 🥺
A/N: Okay so here is the previous poll results! I really hope you guys like it 🤭. As always, a special shout out to @krirebr since she was able to kind of talk me down when I got all in my head about this. Please come screech at me, good bad, ugly, I don’t care! As always, comments, reblogs and asks are always welcome!
Something glittering from the shadows caught your eye first. The scent that followed had you gulping down air like a man starved. It flowed through your body electrifying every nerve and raising all your baser instincts. It smelled like summer back home, fresh, and hot. You shook your head, thankful that you had suppressants to help keep you calm in situations like these. Although, you’d never before encountered an Alpha with a scent quite so strong. You sincerely hoped your suppressants were enough to signal yourself as a beta to him. You couldn’t risk running into an Alpha in rut, it was far too dangerous for an Omega like you.
You scurried to keep up with the Beta who was guiding you through the city. Your only protection. She seemed nice enough you guessed, but she was clearly a strict woman, with little care for the throng of Alphas ahead. You felt a pull behind you, like someone was trying to discreetly get your attention. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the same glitter from the alley. You were sure they were blue eyes, tracking you through the crowded street, but it was hard to tell because his pupils were blown wide.
Without thinking, you clutched onto the sleeve of your Beta tour guide, the scent of a hot summer day taking over all of your senses. It was too much, you needed to get out of here. Her eyebrow quirked, and she sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling. She didn't seem the type to put up with Alphas, especially a rogue Alpha in rut.
She set a brisk pace as she guided the group of omegas through the streets. To outsiders it would probably seem that you were rushing to your next viewpoint, you could tell from some of the groups baffled looks that they hadn't even picked up on the Alpha's overpowering scent. You had a moment where it struck you as odd, but as the Beta rushed you all into a private museum, the thought left you as quickly as it came.
"Everyone," your Beta tour guide pulled your group to a room, "I have called for a van to pick us up and take us back to the hotel. Unfortunately, there is an Alpha in rut roaming the streets, and we cannot allow for the tour to continue until they are subdued, for your own safety."
Quiet murmurs spread through the group. Some were terrified having never met an Alpha in rut before. As your gaze travelled across the faces around you, you saw a wide range of emotions. Some Omegas were scared, some indifferent, the ones that concerned you the most were the Omegas who seemed intrigued.
You shook your head, anxiously twisting your fingers, praying for the car to arrive sooner rather than later. Something about that scent had affected you like no other Alpha had before. The thought sent a thrill up your spine, which you quickly tamped down. This Alpha is in rut.
An unmated Alpha in rut was dangerous. Not just to Omegas, but Betas too. Normally procedure dictated that any unmated Alphas had to quarantine 5 days before their expected rut and were mandated to stay that way until at least 5 days after the symptoms had passed. It was the same for Omegas, although the danger was to themselves, not others.
Of course, there were always Alphas who defied these rules. Usually though they stuck to the underground clubs. Passed their rut by fucking every Omega they came across there. Not perfect, but certainly better than wandering the streets.
The energy in the little room your tour guide had pulled you all into was buzzing with anxiety. Even the Omegas that had initially seemed intrigued by the rogue Alpha were starting to get anxious.
A tap to the door startled all of you, one Omega burst into tears. You rolled your eyes, almost against your own will. Yes, you were scared, yes, you were worried, but you didn't need to carry on about it. When the Beta opened the door, another Beta stood at the other side, seemingly there to take you all back to your hotel.
You were all ushered through a side door of the building, and into a waiting van. Wind whipped your face as you were the last into the van, and once again the scent of heat, warmth, home hit you causing your head to spin. Although you all seemed to be safe, there was a lingering tension on the car ride back.
Once safely back in your hotel room, you scrambled for your toiletries bag. Desperately searching for the suppressants that would hide your identity. You dumped the medication onto the little desk counting the pills, freezing when you realized there were too many. You had forgotten your dose. With all the excitement of travelling and the eagerness to see the tour, you had forgotten to take your does this morning.
That Alpha had definitely picked up your scent as Omega.
You groaned, no wonder you had been so affected by his scent. You went into the bathroom and showered, hoping the water would wash away the uncomfortable feeling the day had left you with.
***
The shower had done wonders for your mood. You called down for room service, knowing that your hotel was safe, but still needing the comfort of your own scent for now. You picked at the blankets you had gathered on the bed, wrinkling your nose at the "unscented" detergent. A scent would be better than none at all.
Glee filled you at the tap on your door, eager for your food. You had probably ordered too much, but knew you were going to be snacking for ages on your treats. When you opened the door a hot summer day smacked you in the face again, causing you to stumble backwards. It was enough, the Alpha pushed the cart of food and himself into your room.
The door slammed behind him, your instincts fighting inside you. Your rational brain told you to hit, run, fight, hide. Anything. Your Omega instincts begged for you to drop to your knees for this Alpha to show him your submission. As it was, you stood, neither running nor submitting.
You took in the man before you, he was tall with broad shoulders that filled the tiny entranceway of your hotel room. His dirty blonde hair was swept back from his face, you wouldn't call it long, but it wasn't short either. The glitter of his eyes stopped your inspection. You knew those eyes, that build, but your mind couldn't place from where.
You gripped the cart between you, the only barrier keeping the powerful Alpha away from you. No sounds passed between you, all you could hear was the ringing in your ears and your own laboured breathing. You saw his hands clench in a grip on the cart, as though it was happening in slow motion he yanked the cart to your left and it crashed against the wall.
Now there was nothing between the two of you.
Your eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. The Alpha's eyes watched you, his movements slow as he raised his hands in surrender. In response to your fear, your scent had turned sour and his nose wrinkled. The scent of his rut slapped you in the face. The hot summer day was still there, but under it was pure need, desire, and something else.
"P-Please." You wished your voice would come out stronger, but you were practically drowning in his scent at this point. "Please don't hurt me." You knew begging probably wasn't going to get you the result you wanted, but it was all the words you could string together now.
The Alpha grunted and took a step towards you, "I don't want to hurt you, I promise." His voice was wrecked. Like he was just as affected by your scent as you were by his. Home. The thought pulsed through you so quickly you weren't sure where it came from. "I-I was in a safe house, miles away. This morning I woke up, and your scent." He scrubbed a hand down his face, bringing your attention there. "I was fine, until your scent hit me. I had to find you."
Well that was clear as mud.
"What are you talking about?" Your voice was shrill, your breathing fast, "Listen Mr. I know that you're in rut, and you probably need, um, help with that or something. But I can't, I'm not your mate, okay?" You trembled as you slowly started to back away from the Alpha.
Like he knew your every move before you made it, he followed until you were cornered, right at the edge of your bed. There was still distance between the two of you, but not nearly as much as before. Up close you could see the thin line of blue that rimmed his blown out pupils. Underneath his beard you could make out a face that struck once again as familiar.
"Wait!" You put your hand up and it landed on his chest, which now that you were touching you could tell was heaving with either lust or restraint. "I know you."
The Alpha's eyes narrowed, and he closed the distance between you both, clearly over talking things out. He tried to cage you in between him and the bed, but you had speed on your side, and you launched yourself out of his grasp. When you turned back to look at him there was a twinkle in his eyes, and a look of admiration on his face. Alpha is pleased. Your inner Omega was singing at his silent praise.
"Please," He murmured, barely above a whisper, but it felt so loud in the quiet of your room. He groaned and cupped his hands over his face quickly, before standing up straight looking very on mission. The look on his face now sealed what you had suspected.
Because you knew this man. This was the former Captain America. He had been on the run with some of the former Avengers for at least a year now. News articles would pop up now and then of them helping people, saving the day, but never being caught.
You took a cautious step towards him, "Just, help me understand." Your own voice had calmed, your brain realizing that this man was likely less of a threat than any other Alpha in rut. "Why are you here, how did you find me?" The why me you left unsaid, but the sadness in his eyes told you, you didn't need to say it out loud, he understood.
"I don't know." His hands were reaching out to you, urging you closer. "I was sleeping, and then it hit me. Not my rut," He huffed as you opened your mouth to interrupt. "Your scent. It was everywhere. And the worst part was, no one else could smell it. Romanoff thought I had finally lost it." He chuckled softly as he spoke of his friends.
"What do you mean 'my scent'?" You could feel yourself starting to lose control, you could hear the desperation in your own voice, feel it in your core.
He took another step towards you, his hands placed gently on your arms. There was a current of want, need, desire, running between you both now. "I didn't know it was you, until I saw you. I followed your scent. It was like it was calling me," He huffed out a laugh, like it was the silliest thing in the world, "It felt like something was calling me home."
Home.
The thought pulsed through you again, in time with his words. The thought that had hit you from the very first inkling of his scent. Without another thought you threw yourself at him. Your arms snaking around his neck as your lips met his. His hands gripped your thighs and lifted until you were wrapping your legs around his waist. He stood holding you while you wrapped yourself around him as tightly as you could.
Home. Home. Home.
He soon took control of this kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he walked you both back to the bed, to the makeshift nest you had made. His nose wrinkled at the scent, or lack thereof in the blankets. Instead he buried his face in your neck, scenting along the gland there. A trill left your throat as he lightly nipped. His hands smoothed up your torso as he cradled you into the bed.
You could feel the fog starting to settle over your brain, your inner Omega chanting with glee in your hindbrain at having been chosen by this Alpha. You started pulling at his clothes, hungry for him to devour you. It wasn't long before he was standing before you, a Greek God among men. Your eyes greedily travelled along his body, taking in the broad shoulders and strong arms. The muscles flexing in his chest in abdomen, until finally reaching his pelvis.
There standing proud and at attention, dripping a little bit of precum was his cock. You could feel saliva gather in your mouth, wanting nothing more than to take him then and there. Your intention must have shown on your face because he let out a rumble that sounded more like a growl than a chuckle that had your eyes darting back up to his face.
"Come here Omega," He held his hand out to you, his face almost pleading.
When you stood before him, there was a reverence as he started to strip you of your clothes. Care was taken to remove each article softly, as if he was afraid any sudden movements on his part would spook you.
Stripped bare before him, you felt suddenly shy. Moving your arms to cover what parts of yourself you could. Your traitorous thoughts swirling, telling you, you weren't good enough for this Alpha. Your head bowed in shame, a whine escaping your throat. He pulled you close, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back, whispered words finally made it through your cloud of shame, "…so beautiful. Look at you. My perfect Omega. Mine." The last word growled, and possessive.
He dipped his head and claimed your lips once again, this time the kiss was feral. Like the last of his restraint had snapped, and now, you knew, you were just along for the ride. "Present for me Omega." His tone held no room for argument, and you scrambled to get yourself into position, your head bowed down into the bed, back arched, ass on display.
You purred as he ran a hand from the mating gland on your neck down your spine, your hips swaying in invitation. With two strong hands he gripped your hips, settling them in place. And then you felt him lick a stripe from your front to your back. The sound you made was guttural and feral. He hummed in approval and then dove in like a man starved.
He tongued at your weeping hole briefly before moving down to your clit. You howled as he sucked hard. One of his hands moved to gently probe at your entrance, testing to see how wet you were. The rumble in his chest told you he could feel exactly how excited you were for him. Two fingers easily slipped in pumping in rhythm with his sucks to your clit. You heard a voice chanting, over and over again and it took you a moment to realize, that was you.
"Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Please. More." He groaned behind you, adding another finger and switching from sucking to licks, until your voice and breaths reached a fever pitch. With a drawn out "Alphaaaaaaa" you came. Gushing your slick all over his face. He moved at the last moment to slurp up as much as he could. His fingers still pumping in you as you came down from your orgasm.
You felt him smirk, before placing a soft kiss on your clit, and climbing himself up on the bed. He traced the lines of your pussy, sweeping the head of his cock, teasing you. "Please Alpha. Need you. Need more." You whimpered as you begged him.
"If that's what my Omega wants, that's what my Omega gets." The last word was punctuated by him sheathing himself to the hilt. How he could still form words at this point was beyond you. He let out a groan, draping his body over your still bent form. He nosed at your mating gland again, a whisper that you couldn't quite make out before he started pumping his hips. The motions were slow, dragging the head of his cock over that place inside you that made your mouth drop open and groan loudly.
Home.
His arms wrapped around your front, one grabbing a breast to play with a nipple, the other sneaking down to thrum at your clit. You twisted your head back, whining when you couldn't reach his mouth. But he knew, and quickly swallowed your sounds as his hips snapped to meet yours in that agonizingly slow pace.
It soon became too much for you to take, and had you grinding your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your body begging for more, in a way your mind couldn't seem to form the words for. He growled into your ear, before pulling his hands back, causing you to whine and your hips to stutter. He shushed you before placing his ands once again on your hips and pulling out almost completely and then slamming home. You wailed as he set a vicious pace. Realizing too late, that the former Captain America had been holding back.
Your mind went white as another orgasm ripped through you, causing your inner muscles to flutter, gripping him tightly. It was only a few more thrusts before you felt his knot start to swell lodging him inside you as he came. His teeth sank into your bonding gland, sealing your bond. The sensations causing you to orgasm again, although much less strongly than the previous ones.
When your eyes fluttered open you realized you must have passed out, because you were cuddled into his chest. Face buried in his neck. You tried to speak, but your voice was hoarse. You didn't remember being that loud. Your eyes flickered up to his face.
Home. Home. Home.
You saw guilt, and sadness crease his eyes as his fingers traced the mark on your neck. "I'm sorry, Omega."
You shook your head. Not in the least bit sorry of what had happened. "Why?" You garbled out. He reached across you to the night stand, propping you up to drink some water, which you gratefully accepted. For some reason that one word, held so much weight.
Why are you sorry? Why me? Why this?
He scrubbed a hand down his face, and it was only now you saw the strain there. He looked bone tired. Not like the last time you had seen him.
"I didn't mean for this to happen. Not like this." He sat up fully, the sheet falling to his waist. You licked your lips at the sight, but quickly averted your gaze. Not now.
"If you couldn't tell, I'm fully onboard with what happened. And it happening again. If you want." You twisted your hands in your lap. Thinking of how to ask what you wanted to know, now that the lust had passed. "But I need to know. How? Why?"
His fingers gently cupped your chin, angling your face to look him in his eyes. "I'm not entirely sure. It was a feeling as much as it was your scent. Like I couldn't control it. I had to find you. It felt like something awful was going to happen if I didn't." You searched his eyes desperately, seeing nothing but truth there. "But, I didn't mean to mate you. I shouldn't have done that. It was like…" He trailed off, his face showing so much guilt, but worse you could feel it through your bond.
It was your turn to cup his face, "Alpha, mine." Your fingers scratching through his beard. "Are you feeling guilty because you didn't want to mate me? Or are you feeling guilty because you didn't want to mate me yet?"
Steve hummed and pulled you into a kiss, letting pure want flow through your bond. "I didn't want to mate you like that, without talking. Without use knowing for sure we were on the same page." He gripped your chin tightly. "You know who I am, what kind of trouble I'm in right now. It's not safe for you." He chuckled softly, at odds with his words as if he just realized something. "God, I didn't even ask your name."
You flushed as more memories of the last night swam through your mind. Carefully, you climbed onto his lap straddling his hips, and softly murmured your name to him, adding, "But I like it when you call me Omega."
He growled low in his throat at your admission. "My Omega." His hips making an aborted thrust so you could feel how much he wanted you.
You giggled softly, "Why don't we take care of that," Your eyes drifting down to his hips, "And then you can take me home."
His lips twisted into an amused grin. "I don't have a home right now."
Your hand drifted to lay right over his heart, "This is home."
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Please ya’ll come screech and tell me what you think! I’m also kind of in love with them. Should we keep them?
The beginning where he was tracking her through the city and she was experiencing that intense pull to him, even as she felt afraid was so 🥵🥵🥵
And then just his need for her and also his commanding presence was just so good but somehow also still respectful??? It made so much sense that she was all in at the end even though things happened so fast and will probably be very complicated going forward. Their connection was just too strong to deny!
I loved this so much, my friend! And I'm glad you gave into your instincts as it evolved from your initial idea. The finished product is perfect!
Kris! This comment made my day, like I’m actually crying.
Let me tell you, I was fighting this fic so hard for what I wanted it to be, rather than what it wanted to be. But once you told me to stop being dumb and just go with it, and I finally listened, this whole thing flowed so well.
I’m so glad you loved Steve. He’s just so good in this! He refused to be dark, despite my best efforts 🤣.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🧡
Ahhh! Thank you for asking me Siri! I struggled with this, because I hate and I mean I hate promoting myself. @krirebr had to tell me that I’m good (it’s a problem and I’m working on it 😭)
The Other Side of Tomorrow: I love this fic, I love this Lloyd and the way he’s treating this reader. In fact, I love this one so much that I’ve already finished the epilogue even though I’m still working on the next part. My favourite thing about this Lloyd is he’s still Lloyd, you know? Even though he has a soft spot for reader, he’s still gonna call someone a bitch 😂
Like I’m Gonna Lose You: This is the first multi-part fic that I wrote. For that reason alone it has such a special place in my heart. But aside from that, exploring the dynamic between Andy, Ransom and their reader has been way more fun then I ever expected. These three are my babies and I’ll forever love them.
Oh, Home, Let me Come Home: This is my brand new Steve! And originally it was supposed to be this super dark non-con story. But then as I wrote it…it wasn’t. It was a story about home, far more than I expected it to be. It was also fun to try and write for a new trope, as A/B/O is something I’ve never tried to write for before.
Honourable Mention: Dream a Little Dream of Me…This fic has been on my mind for literal years. You’ll notice I didn’t link it. I have actually pulled this fic to rewrite it, as I don’t think it quite flows the way I had always envisioned it. Steve and Curtis though, they way they are so at odds for that reader…It does something to my brain.
Bored at work, so I'm rereading MTT in preparation of writing part of the next chapter. And holy shit, you guys! I don't know if you know this, but this story is sad!! 😮
