#alpha steve rogers

[witchywithwhiskey]

the alpha next door

pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader

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

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

word count: 8.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The alpha next door was just so…sweet. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[holylulusworld]

Walking Disaster (1)

Title: Walking Disaster

Rating: Mature

Summary: A new alpha took over your pack.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes (of course, he's around for a sister series)

Warnings: cocky reader, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, pack au, implied short reader (she’s shorter than Steve. I didn’t define her height), arguments, kick in the balls, enemies to...?

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: A 5: Large Steve

A/N: This idea was haunting me... so here we go with another a/b/o miniseries. Suffer with me.

A/N2: For my story, Steve is taller than Bucky.

Walking Disaster Masterlist

You were gone for two years, and everything had changed.

When you set foot on your old pack’s territory, you could feel the shift in the air. It wasn’t just the smell of a long-lost battle, but something else.

The air felt cleaner, promising a better life. You didn’t know why, but it made your feet walk faster toward the small cottage at the end of the territory. The one you call your own.

“Hold, who’s there?” An alpha you never saw before blocked your path. He looked you up and down and scoffed when you came to a hold, stopping your rolling luggage at his feet. “What do you want here?”

“Dude, it’s 2 am, I still suffer from jet lag, and you are blocking my path to my home. I lived here all my life,” you said, jerking your head toward the small cottage. “I don’t know who you are, and frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck. Just get out of my way.”

The alpha scoffed and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You won’t get past me.” He said, matter-of-factly. “You’re an intruder.”

You groaned loudly before dropping your bags to the ground. The alpha watched you stretch your limbs and crack your neck with amusement.

“Remember,” you said, looking the alpha straight in the eyes. “You asked for this.”

“What do you want to do, little pup?” He laughed in your face, waking the furious omega in you. “I’ll break your neck if—”

The alpha whined low in his throat when your foot connected with his groin. The power behind your kick was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He didn’t expect you to attack him with the evilest move ever.

“Well, if you are being an ass, showing off your balls,” you said, cupping his jaw as he was holding his bruised balls, “I’ll simply smash them. Now, if you’d excuse me. I’d love to go to my house and get some sleep.”

You stepped away and looked down at the alpha. He was in pain, and you pitied him. “Put ice on that and get some rest. You’ll be fine and can make pups in no time.”

You were about to pick up your bags when someone clapped their hands behind you.

Twirling around, you gulped hard. An even taller and more imposing alpha had sneaked up on you from behind. He was standing toe-to-toe with you, looking down at you, a smirk tugging at his plump lips.

He was a sight for sore eyes. His medium-length light brown hair and the full, well-groomed beard that framed his jawline only added to his handsome appearance.

“I see you defeated one of my mightiest warriors,” he casually said, blue eyes boring into you, searching for any trace of fear or weakness.

A shiver ran down your spine, and goosebumps erupted all over your skin when his scent hit you.

“Focus,” you muttered under your breath, fighting your instinct to submit to the strong alpha. “And who are you again?” You couldn’t stop yourself from angering the alpha.

“Strange,” he replied, his smirk deepening. “Shouldn’t you know the alpha of your pack?” The alpha cocked his head, eying you warily. “Or did you lie about living here all your life?”

You curled your lip in disgust. “As far as I remember, the alpha of this pack was my douchebag ex-mate, who was more of a man-whore than a leader.”

“Do I sense a sob story?” The bastard dared to make fun of your heartbreaking past.

“Get fucked,” you snapped back, your eyes widening. “I don’t do sob stories. If you fuck with me, I’ll make you bleed or remodel your beloved bike with a baseball bat.” You flashed the alpha a smirk and turned to leave.

“A feisty and fiery one, I see.” He grabbed your wrist, keeping you from leaving him. “Still, you will not disrespect your alpha.”

You sighed long and exasperated. “Listen, we are not living in the dark ages anymore. I know pack dynamics are still a thing, and I don’t mind treating people with respect if they do the same. Your bodyguard didn’t treat me with respect. He tried to stop me from going home and getting some sleep.”

Looking over your shoulder, you added, “and you are not my alpha, dude. I told you, the douchebag is the alpha of this pack. As much as I hate him, he’s still the one in charge of this pack. So, stop bugging me.”

“Do you have a death wish? You should show respect to your alpha and stop being a disobedient brat!” The alpha’s commanding voice boomed through the silent area. Even the alpha on the ground was shaking in distress.

“It’s a talent. Disobedience is just one of many of my personal traits.”

You smirked at the much taller alpha. A flicker of anger flared in your eyes, and for a moment, the alpha could see the fighter in you. The one who never backs down.

“Steve, she’s more dangerous than you think,” the alpha on his knees groaned in pain. “She just kneed my balls.”

“Aw, princess,” you cooed and winked at the brunette who was slowly trying to get back on his feet. “I could’ve ripped your dick off, too. I was being gentle.”

“Gentle?” The alpha hiccupped. “You bruised my balls! Stop acting like you were nice.” He glared your way, still holding his groin. “Steve, don’t get anywhere near her. She’s feral.”

“Feral?” You took one step toward the brunette. “Only because I’m not taking shit from knotheads any longer doesn’t mean I’m feral. It’s called self-respect.”

“Buck, just give it up. She’s a walking disaster and mine to tame,” Steve said, stepping closer to you. His size was impressive, but you didn’t give away that you’d like to climb him like a tree. Biology and instinct suck sometimes.

“Walking disaster?” You cocked your head. “I was simply minding my business and tried to go home. Your buddy over there blocked my way. It’s not my fault he’s dull and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Dull?” Bucky echoed, but Steve lifted his hand to stop the brunette from fighting with you.

“Buck, go home. Maybe find a nice omega on your way to help you with your problem.” Bucky’s eyes lit up at Steve’s words. He nodded and walked away.

Steve followed his friend with his eyes before turning his full attention back toward you. “Rules must be followed, doll. Even if you weren't around when I took over your pack.”

“It’s not my fault; John was a lousy alpha, only thinking with his dick. If you are the new guy in town, fine by me. Just don’t get in my way.” You gave him a thumbs up and turned to pick up your things, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Stop!” His voice was more commanding now. You stiffened and tilted your head in submission. He watched you fight his alpha command, still with that stupid smirk on his lips. “Things have changed. If you want to rejoin this pack, you will follow my rules and contribute to the pack.”

You struggled to keep a straight face. “I contributed to the pack for years. I allowed them to use my lands, and the bakery in town is mine too. What else do you want? A blood sacrifice?”

Steve’s smirk deepened. He stepped closer, aware that you couldn’t move or fight him. “You will come to my office first thing in the morning. 9 am sharp, doll. Not a minute late.”

He looked in your cottage’s direction and then at you. His large hand cupped your chin to tilt your head. The alpha stared at your untouched mating gland; his eyes dilated for only a second.

“Now get some sleep. Alpha’s order…” When you finally could move again, Steve was long gone.

“FUCKER!” You clenched your fists, deciding to give the alpha hell first thing in the morning.

Part 2

[saiyanprincessswanie]

The Secrets We Hide

Pairings: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2250

Summary: You’re an Omega passing as a Beta with suppressants and live with your two best friends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, who are Alphas. What happens when you can’t find your pills and you go into heat? Will Steve and Bucky be sympathetic?

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Oral Sex (M), Spit roasting, Fingering, talks of breeding, talks of mating, talk of anal, and dark tones at the end.

A/N: This is my 2nd attempt at the omegaverse. Please forgive any inaccuracies.

A/N 2: Thank you to @fictional-affairs , @navybrat817 , @stellar-solar-flare , @azriona , @buckybarnesfic for brainstorming with me and coming up with a plot.

Also, thank you to my beta readers @late-to-the-party-81, @societyfolklore & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & header creator @late-to-the-party-81

A/N 3: A/N: Avengers Spring Bingo. @avengers-assemble-bingo and #AASpring. Square: Pillow Fight. Card # AAS 008

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You were currently panicking and searching the house for your suppressants. They had to be here somewhere. You had ripped your room apart looking for them and came up short. Next, you’d checked your bathroom, which was connected to your bedroom. “Be here, please be here.” You’d opened cabinets high and low, but they weren’t there. 

“Fuck!”

This was bad. Like really bad. You were an omega who was passing as a beta, but only with the help of your suppressants. You saw how omegas were treated and were expected to settle down with an alpha and have their children. You just weren’t ready for that life yet, especially as you were still single.

You had met your current roommates, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, from your work at the Avengers Tower as the newest member of their team over a year ago. That’s right, the Winter Soldier and Captain America were your best friends.

When you and the Avengers had beaten Thanos in the battle for the universe, many lives were changed for the better. 

Tony and Pepper had settled back down at a lake house with their daughter and Natasha had taken time off to be with her sister Yelena. Thor had gone off to explore the universe with the Guardians, while Clint had returned to a quieter life with his family, officially retiring. That left you, Bucky, and Steve still fighting the good fight along with newer members of the Avengers team. 

You’d recently decided to take off some vacation time in order to relax and rest at home, a home which you shared with Steve and Bucky, who had one last mission to do before they joined you at the house. That meant you had until tomorrow to find these suppressants. It was even more frustrating because you had only just refilled them and there was nowhere in the city where you could get emergency suppressants to help with your current situation. That situation being that your heat had started hours ago and your body was in pain – your stomach was cramping and you were sweating like crazy.

You continued to tear the house apart until finally, hours later, you gave up in tears, curled up on your queen-sized bed. You’d taken some of Bucky and Steve’s blankets, clothes, and pillows to form a nest and in your hand, you had a vibrator that you were using in hopes it could relieve your symptoms. However, no matter how good it felt, your body betrayed you. You still couldn’t cum. You knew that what it craved was to have Bucky and Steve inside your pussy, ruining you for all men. You hated to admit it, but you’ve had a crush on both super-soldiers since you first met them. 

Your hand slipped down your naked body and you started fingering yourself to the thoughts of them. Their muscles that looked as though chiseled from stone. Their scents of sandalwood and a hint of leather mixed with something that was distinctly masculine. 

After ten minutes of imagining what they could do to you while you touched yourself, you cried out in pain and frustration as nothing was working. You couldn’t cum. 

“Dammit,” you cried out.

Why is this happening to you? And what will you do when the guys come home tomorrow? 

Little did you know, but the guys were just arriving at the house. Their mission had been a success and they’d come home a day early. Unlocking the door, Steve was the first inside the home. Looking around he immediately spotted the mess and his guard went up. However, as soon as he stepped further inside, a sweet and comforting aroma filled the air. Both alphas froze in place as they inhaled the alluring scent. 

“Buck, we may have had an intruder. Eyes up.” Steve grabbed his shield off his back while Bucky unholstered his gun from his hip. 

The men started searching through the house and stepping over the debris that was all over the floors and counters. Who could have done this, they wondered? Were you home when this happened? The thought of you being hurt sent fear into both men. They cleared the downstairs area and started making their way upstairs to the bedrooms. 

The scent got stronger as they rose.

“Fuck, whoever that is smells amazing, Steve. I’ve got a hard on already,” Bucky exclaimed.

Steve nodded his head in agreement as his own cock was straining against his pants, eager to be let loose. 

Steve looked into his room first and noticed a mess of clothes on the floor and missing blankets. Bucky looked into his room next and noticed the same mess.

Shield and guns up, both men walked to where your room was and smelled the aroma of arousal from your room. 

Steve grabbed the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. Both men walked into your room and found you naked and groaning in the middle of the nest. 

Bucky stepped forward, putting his gun away as he scented the air. It was filled with you. But how could that be? Weren't you a beta?

Steve’s eyes scanned the nest you’d made and found his blankets and clothes mixed with Bucky’s.

“Doll, what’s happening? It smells like you’re in heat.” Steve said as he watched your eyes open, and heard you groan.

However, you then made a low cry as the pain and burning sensation throughout your body got worse. Both alphas stood in your room, smelling delicious, while your body begged for their attention.

Bucky took a deep breath in and shuddered. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Just tell us what happened.”

“I-I’m not a beta. Fuck! I’m an omega. Please, alphas, help me! I’ll explain later.” You cried out again and more slick started to coat your upper thighs.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, nodding to the other in speechless communication, then started to undress. You watched with bated breath as they hastily took their clothes off. 

By the time they were naked, you were whining low in your throat, wanting, no needing, them to be inside you. You watched as they stepped into your nest, one on either side of you. Their firm bodies each lay beside you as you mewled out your need to them. 

“I need you to say you want this from us? We need your consent before we go further.” Steve said as he looked over your beautiful body. 

“Tell us what you want, sweetheart?” Bucky stated as his eyes wandered over yours.

Tears formed in your eyes as you looked between them both. “Please fuck me. I need your knots to make the pain go away. I need both of you.”

“Both of us? Isn’t that kinda greedy omega?” Bucky whispered teasingly in your ear. “Technically, you just need one knot.”

“Please… I want you both.” To show them you were serious, you reached up and grabbed both their hard cocks, and started pumping them up and down. Both men groaned out in pleasure. 

“Fuck sweetheart,” Steve grunted out as he thrust into the circle of your soft hand.

Bucky growled low in his throat and leaned over to start kissing your neck. Your breath hitched as he nibbled, his stubble lightly scratching against your skin. Steve kissed down your collarbone and ended up at your breasts. He gently suckled on your breast, causing you to moan out in pleasure. The three of you worked together, hands caressing as lips licked and sucked against skin. 

“Present omega.” Steve hummed against you and you didn’t need to be told twice. You let go of them, getting on your hands and knees and lifting your ass high in the air. You let out a whine when you saw Bucky kneel in front of you and felt Steve’s hands on your hips. This is what you’d wanted for the longest time. To be used by them, even if it was only to get you through your heat. 

Bucky’s thumb brushed against your lips as he smiled down at you. “Been wanting to do this for a while, sweetheart. If you only knew how bad Steve and I have wanted to ruin you. Now be a good omega for me and open your mouth.”

You did as he said and opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. You had pictured this in your dreams many times and now that it was happening all you could do was whimper. Your tongue licked around the tip of his hard, thick cock before you took him fully into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks for him as he thrust into your mouth. In and out, Bucky groaned as both his hands anchored themselves in your hair. Your tongue swirled around his cock as you sucked on him.

While you were busy pleasuring Bucky, you felt Steve take it upon himself to rub his thick cock through your pussy, gathering up all your slick. The feeling made you shake with anticipation. You knew he was about to ruin you. Bucky slowed his pace as Steve’s cock slid into your pussy and you moaned around him as Steve set a firm, but slow, pace. 

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you as both men used you for their pleasure as well as your own. When Bucky thrust in, Steve pulled out. When Steve thrust hard into your cunt Bucky would pull out to the tip. In and out, firm and fast, your moans were both loud and muffled by Bucky’s cock. Your body was screaming more, but you could only take what they were giving you. 

Bucky thrust harder and his cock slid down your throat, causing you to choke. He did it a few times and you struggled to breathe. Tears filled your eyes and your hands gripped tightly to his thighs.

“Fuck, that’s it, Buck. Keep that up. Her cunt is squeezing me like a vice.” Steve growled out.

“Aww, does someone like choking on my cock?” Bucky mocked, as your fingers dug even further into him. 

Steve sped up his thrusts as his fingers made their way from your hip to your clit. He started to rub firm circles and you frantically began to thrust back onto his cock. On top of that, the more you moaned around Bucky, the closer he got to his release. He fucked your face with abandon as he chased his end and with only a few more thrusts, he came down your throat.

“Make sure you swallow every last drop,” Bucky told you as he pulled from your mouth. 

You did as he says and swallowed every delectable morsel. 

Steve took that as his cue and grabbed your hips tightly, fucking you hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled your room along with your moans and Steve’s groans.  Moments later, you were cumming for Steve and screaming his name. Your walls tightened around his cock and he growled out his release as he filled you up and held you in place with his knot. After a few more leisurely thrusts, Steve gently lowered you to the bed to rest while he stayed locked inside you. You lay on your side with him behind you, and Bucky settled down in front. “So, tell us sweetheart, why lie about your designation? Did you think we would treat you differently?” Bucky asked as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. 

You whined at his question, your inner omega unhappy that you’d lied to both alphas. “I didn’t know how you would feel having an omega around all the time,” you explained. “And I like my job, and I love being your best friend and I was afraid I was going to lose you both. I can imagine you’re both mad at me. I’ll understand if you want me to move out.”

Both men chuckled.

“Oh, sweetheart, you aren’t going anywhere,” Bucky growled out. 

“But I thought you would be…” 

“Like Bucky said, you aren’t going anywhere. You’re ours now. Ours to have, fuck every night and to eventually grow round with our children. We want to bond with you if you‘ll have us?”

Your omega heart was soaring at their words, begging to be claimed. “Yes, I want that.”

Bucky kissed your lips as Steve slowly pulled out of you. You whined as your body started to warm again, but knowing just what you needed, Bucky lifted your leg over his and pushed inside you. 

“Now be a good girl. ‘Cause while I fuck your pussy Steve is going to take your ass.” Bucky chuckled, listening to your cute noises. 

Later, after both Bucky and Steve had taken you several times, and in different positions, you’re fast asleep between them. They untangled themselves from your sprawled limbs and then playfully hit each other with pillows a few times before they headed to the kitchen to grab water and snacks for you and themselves. 

Then, they looked at one another, smiling darkly. They’d known for a long time that you were an omega and had wanted you for their own. They replaced your suppressants with placebos and then, before they left, threw the fake medicine out. Yes, they could have gone about this in a different manner, especially as they’d known you were attracted to them. But, they’d thought, why not start it sooner? Less time courting and more time breeding you for their pleasure.

By tomorrow, you’ll be mated and on your way to starting a family with them. Their pretty, docile omega.

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[winterspiderpurrs]

Tony thinks Peter is pregnant.

Peter loves gummy worms. But he just turned them down to eat chocolate instead.

Tony doesn't want to ask but maybe Peter is waiting for a specific moment to surprise them?

Tony starts convincing the others that Peter was pregnant too. They don't belive him either but then they too also start noticing new or change of habits.

Okay maybe Tony is right.

After the 3rd month Tony finally confronts Peter about getting tested and checking in on the health of the pup(s). Of course this happens infront of everyone.

He was NOT prepared for Peter slapping him.

And he wasnt prepared for the disappointment tone.

" I was bitten by a radioactive spider. I can't have pups. I told you before."

Tony might have forgotten that, but now he recalls when he 1st met the young hero, there was a mention of that. Before he got to know him. Before they realized he was an omega.

" Yeah, the radiation fried everything reproduction wise, but I can lift cars now, so... I can still help. "

Now Tony and the team are in deep shit. Most mad at Tony cause this was vital information they didn't know before, and now they have an upset Peter on their hands.

[krirebr]

All Things Go 1

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

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

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

Dividers by me

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

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

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

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, it’s fine,” he nodded at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve,” he corrected, “please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steve!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[fatkish]

How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader

The Alphas:

Bucky-

it depends on when you get sick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Might let Steve look after you if needed

Loki-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thor-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve Rodgers-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bruce/Hulk-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Betas:

Scott Lang-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony Stark-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Rut

AN: It seems right to go and revisit Alpha Steve and his rut, considering the series started because I wrote about Omega’s heat in Kinktober 2022. So here we are for day 14 and the prompt Omegaverse (with a side of Possessive Sex)

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Summary: “Steve!” you giggled as you smacked at his arms, but as soon as he got you through the door he pushed up against the wall.

“My Omega,” he ground out before dipping his head to your neck to rub his face against your scent gland and mating scar. “Mine.”

Relationship: Alpha Steve x Omega Reader

Word count: 2k

CW: Omegaverse dynamics, Rut, Supersoldier refractory period, knotting, oral sex, Steve acting like a giant puppy, possessive sex.

There was no getting out of what was due to happen. The pair of you had been lucky that it had held off this long, but you’d already had the warning signs, so it wasn’t a total surprise.

Six months ago, when the twins were eight months old, there’d been a week when Steve had been a massive grump to everyone except you (and the babies, obviously) and had also been especially handsy and affectionate, scenting you at every given opportunity. You even caught him jerking off in the shower multiple times, something that had provided you with endless amusement, even if it had left Steve feeling a little red faced.

However, now your babies were fourteen months old and were weaned there was no ignoring the fact that both your heat and Steve’s rut were going to make their reappearance. And it seemed as though Steve would be first.

The grumpiness was back, an almost perpetual sour face unless he was playing with the twins, and if anyone else came near you, especially Bucky or Sam, Steve would pull you into his arms and aggressively scent you. It reminded you of how you’d acted towards Tony when you’d been pregnant – threatened by the presence of another Omega. 

So you’d made your plans, getting hold of some superstrength contraception from the compound medical wing (no more pups for the time being thank you!) and arranging for Laura and Clint to come stay and look after the twins, so you could take care of Steve. It appeared your plans weren’t made a moment too soon. 

Clint and Laura were getting settled in their suite, along with Lila, Cooper and Nathanial, as you carried down the travel cots, bags of toys, diapers and bottles and finally the twins, all with Steve trailing after you. Any other time it would have been endearing, but frankly you found it quite annoying and unhelpful. You had suggested that if he wasn’t going to assist by carrying things, he should just stay in your rooms, out of the way, but he’d just growled unhappily and continued to follow behind you anyway like a puppy. As soon as you’d passed over a sleepy Sarah to a smitten Lila and a wriggling Joseph to Laura, you’d barely gotten the chance to say good-bye and thanks, before Steve was wrapping his arms around you and dragging you out of the door and back upstairs.

“Steve!” you giggled as you smacked at his arms, but as soon as he got you through the door he pushed up against the wall.

“My Omega,” he ground out before dipping his head to your neck to rub his face against your scent gland and mating scar. “Mine.” You indulged him for a few minutes before playfully pushing him away. Yes his rut was close – would probably hit fully in the next few hours – but it wasn’t here yet and there were things that needed to be done.

“You, Captain, need to go and have a shower. Alone. While you do that, I’m going to make sure everything else is ready and then we can curl up on the sofa and order in Thai – I know it’s your favourite.”

Steve grumbled, but did as you asked. 

While he was busy you moved some of Steve’s specially formulated protein shakes and rehydration drinks into the mini fridge in your bedroom and prepped lots of finger food. When he reappeared, wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs over his damp skin, he settled onto the couch and pulled you into his lap, once more rubbing his face over your neck with his semi-erect cock nudging against your ass. He begrudgingly let you up to collect the take out, but otherwise he was treating you like a favourite stuffy.

After the movie, which was luckily one you’d seen a dozen times before so didn’t have to pay attention to, you steered him to bed, falling asleep with his arms and legs wrapped around your naked form like a super-serumed octopus.

Only a few hours later you woke back up. Steve always ran warm anyway, but now his body felt like a furnace. Additionally, in his half-asleep state, he was rutting up against you, his cock, now fully erect, rubbing up against your thigh, trailing pre-cum over your skin. His scent was also stronger, the herby lemon-thyme of him filling the room. 

Steve’s lips trailed up your neck before finding your own, kissing you with a possessive ferocity, his tongue demanding entrance. You wrapped your arms around his neck and arched up into him, your body reacting to his strong pheromones and already starting to produce slick. 

“Mine.” He repeated his possessive statement from earlier. “My mate. My beautiful Omega.”

“Yes, Steve,” you soothed. “All yours.”

One hand trailed down your torso, over your soft stomach and slid between your damp folds. He let out another growl of satisfaction at finding your wet for him already and he pushed one broad, calloused finger inside of you. You moaned in satisfaction, your hands tightly gripping his shaggy hair as you rubbed your breasts against his chest. 

“Do you need me, Alpha?” Your voice held a teasing note and Steve grumbled out a noise of agreement against your neck. A second finger joined the first and you gasped at the stretch. This wasn’t your first time having sex since you’d had your babies, but it was safe to say that there hadn’t been much time, or energy, for that sort of thing as you would have liked. While Steve may have the advantage of the serum in his veins, you most certainly did not and had felt the sleep deprivation just as strongly as any new parent. Therefore, you were going to make the most of the next few days as you could. While you had no idea when your own heat might resurface, you hoped that now you and Steve were living together properly they would sync up and therefore make organising childcare all the easier.

The addition of a third finger to your pussy brought you back to the here and now and you keened. Steve’s head had moved lower and he was nipping and sucking at your breasts – over the swell of them as well as your nipples – and you could feel that wonderful tightening sensation growing within you. He shifted over you, bullying his knees between yours to spread your legs wide, and in the dim light of your room, he gazed down at you.

“Need to fuck you, ‘Mega,” he slurred. “Need to fill you up.”

“Then do it,” you urged. “I’m right here.”

Steve needed no further urging. He pulled his hand away from the clutch of your body with a schlick, then lined up his cock and started to press into you. 

You tugged his hair even harder as your back arched and Steve slid into the hilt. His arms bracketed your body and for the next few seconds he stayed stock-still, head bowed and mouth sucking in air as though there was an oxygen shortage. Then he moved.

He gripped your hips and sat back on his knees, pulling the lower half of your body up into his lap. Your hands moved to grip the sheets, holding on in time for him to start fucking himself with you. Punched out gasps left your throat and your eyes rolled back in your head as Steve used your body like a cocksleeve.

“Mine, mine, mine.” He repeated the word over and over, as if he was trying to convince himself, or you, or both. Maybe he was reminding the universe. 

Your pussy clenched and fluttered around him as he fucked your furiously and it wasn’t long before you could feel his knot swelling and stretching your entrance wider with each thrust.

“Alpha,” you whined, and Steve’s lips curled back, showing his teeth.

“Giving you my knot, ‘Mega.”

You nodded, unable to form any more coherent words as his hips snapped. 

Steve moved then, leaning back forwards to loom over your body once more and the change in angle made your squeal. He was so deep inside you. You took the opportunity to latch your hands onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin and Steve’s breath was hot on your neck. His body rubbed over your clit as he moved and by the time his knot finally pushed all the way inside of you and popped wide, you were delirious with pleasure. His teeth latched on to your neck, reopening your mating scar, and you screamed as your orgasm hit. You could feel his cum splashing hotly inside you as his hips ground against you, each movement tugging on your sensitive cunt and sending more spasms of ecstasy through you.

Eventually though, he slowed to a halt and managed to roll the pair of you over so you were laying splayed over his broad body. You craned your neck up to kiss his chin and then allowed yourself to fall into a doze – you would need to conserve your energy to keep up with your super-soldier lover.

When you woke again, dawn was peaking through the curtains. You were on your back and Steve was face first between your legs, his tongue swiping eagerly and messily at your folds. No words were needed. You threaded your hands into his hair and ground against him, slightly playing up your pleasured little moans so that his hindbrain was happy. When your body finally trembled through your orgasm, Steve flipped you, pulling your hips up and pressing your shoulders down, making your present for him. He filled you up in one thrust before he fucked your wildly, fingers bruising your skin where he was holding on with a death grip. You came again when he bit you a second time, and once his knot had popped again and he’d murmured more possessive pleasure-drunk words, he’d rolled you both onto your sides for more rest.

The cycle continued for four more days. Luckily there were moments where you woke up before him, so that you could get yourself some sustenance, but on the one occasion you’d tried to sneak a shower while Steve was still sleeping, he’d come crashing into the bathroom in a dazed panic. 

“You’re not in bed, Omega,” he’d growled and it had taken all your will power not to giggle at his hormone induced cave-man routine. Your amusement quickly fled when he lifted you up into his arms, propped you against the shower wall and fucked you into oblivion as the water rained down around you. You were going to have to get maintenance to come and repair some cracked tiles once at some point next week.

Eventually, though, his urges lessened and the periods of rest lengthened. During the final round, Steve was almost totally lucid, making love to you more than using your body to slake his biological imperative. As soon as he knotted you, he once again rolled onto his back, taking you with him, and then fell into slumber. You could have slept as well, but instead you just rested on his chest, your fingers trailing over his torso, his chin. Pushed an errant lock of hair off his brow.

You decided you’d give yourself another indulgent fifteen minutes while waiting for his knot to shrink, before going to wash up and finally check in with Laura. You were absolutely certain the twins would have had a great time, but you couldn’t wait to have your family back together again. You weren’t just an Omega with her Alpha any more – you were a pack. The pair of you, the babies and the team. Never in your wildest dreams has you thought that this would happen, and it was all because of the man currently slumbering, sated, under your form.

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