Type: Omegaverse, nomad!Steve Rogers, AU to canon (duh), eventually all three food groups (angst, smut, fluff)
Warnings: allusions to NSFW, they're soulmates but it hurts, nomad Steve because he's a warning
Word count of the peek: 750
You left the door open that day, stepping in to make tea and coffee and to serve cookies of all things, blindly driven to take care of your alpha, to please him, to make a home; your breath caught, your trembling heart pounding the moment he actually walked in.
You never got to eat or drink, even as you tried to be polite, both of you, to think it through. To fight the natural designation breaking through your suppressants and scent masking with ease, because where modern medicine might be able to fool an omega’s body and alpha’s and beta’s sense of smell, it was useless in face of the precious phenomenon of fated mates.
He was yours. You were his.
There was no fighting it – not completely. Neither of you had the willpower to stay underwater when the air you needed to breathe was at your fingertips, your scent all over your house enticing him, his seeping into it in perfect harmony, like puzzle pieces falling into place.
Before you knew it you were standing inches apart, his nose trailing along your wrist with a groan, your mind hazy, body vibrating in anticipation, voice breathless even as you breathed quick and shallow in order to remain composed and at least a tad rational. Exchanging names was the least you could do and the most you managed before you could not hold back any longer.
You knew who he was; he knew you knew. You knew his situation, or enough of it, the star he had been carrying on his chest faded and torn away, his golden boy persona and looks long gone.
It didn’t make a goddamn difference.
If anything, the ragged bearded man who stood but two inches from you was the embodiment of an alpha and everything about him had your inmost carnal instincts and soul-deep longing scream mine.
My Steve. My alpha.
The kiss he pressed to your wrist was tender, the chirp escaping you nearing a whimper, knees wobbling under the overwhelming sensation rushing through your body. He caught you with arm firmly wrapped around you and a kiss that was all teeth and desperate need and laying a claim and you reciprocated with fervour, inhaling his intoxicating scent and the rest were days to remember spent in a haze and pleasure you had never known to exist before.
And pain. Sharp and dull at once, its echo resonating in your ribcage even now as you shed the gardening gloves and went to wash your hands, starting the kettle and laying out ingredients for a warm homecooked meal Steve – former Captain America turned fugitive from the law of several countries – deserved and got to eat scarcely.
Sometimes, you didn’t make it past a hello, his hands on you wishing to recreate the imprints they had left weeks if not months ago, exploring you anew, nose against your neck, teeth scraping over the most sensitive part of your throat to induce pleasure so intense you forgot how to make a sound or think.
Other times, you held each other first and inhaled softly, allowing yourselves to reacquaint with someone who was fated to belong with you, who was yours with every fibre of their being, the cracks in your ribcages mended at last, body, soul and home rebuilt.
Today, it seemed, was the case of the former.
You were ruminating through the cabinets, trying to figure out what to cook, when Steve’s arms circled you from behind and pulled you to his front, nose instantly at your collar, breathing in deeply with a satisfied rumble in his chest that had your omega shivering with delight. Heat rushed all over your skin as you inhaled deeply, hands covering his, body melting in his hold already as you felt familiar burn at the apex of your thighs respond to his presence like clockwork.
“Alpha…” you whispered, shuddering when he hummed behind you, arms squeezing tighter, mouth pressing to the side of your neck, lingering, a quick lap of tongue over your skin making him groan; and you clutch at his forearms, legs turning weaker as your blood rushed elsewhere.
It was torture; torture of the bittersweetest kind, a tease of a promise never delivered on and never as much as made. It twisted your stomach in knots, the ache of his absence, the agonizing absence of a bonding mark already flaring through you and chasing tears into your eyes, deep-bone agony you knew would come again, because you had been here before. Every single time.
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So... writing omegaverse. That's different and fun, especially with an angsty edge 🤭 Let me know your thoughts 💕
hello everyone (хдх)ﾉ♡ this is for anyone who might be looking forward to Li Zeyan’s top-up SP and summer SP translations.
i’m here to inform you that your soldier has fallen severely ill 🤧 fever’s not really budging much from 104°F+ / 40°C+, and there’s then cold and migraine🧍♀️so, as much i want to get to the translations asap before uni starts in full swing, i really can’t right now. however, i will translate both cards, and kid you not she has so many things to scream about HHHH 😭 only halfway through the year and two more cards are entering my god-tier list aksksks 🙇♀️
anyway, please be patient as i’ll have to take my time with them. also, my twitter account got sh*d*wb*nned (!again) 🙄 after posting ASMR smh ✨too much quality✨ for them lmao once the ban is lifted, i’ll share my translation tidbits as i usually do~ 🫶
Damn Anika, can’t people have an opinion? Can’t someone share that they don’t personally like y/n stories when tumblr is filled to the brim with them? I’m not op of that post, but your comment was salty as fuck. You also don’t seem to understand that it’s extremely difficult to filter out y/n fics, because everyone tags memes with x reader and y/n, so if you filter those, we lose half of our feed. Yeah whatever op tagged actors on their post. The real problem is everyone tagging x reader on unrelated memes/shitposts
(screenshots for context can be found at the bottom of this post for those confused)
Oh hey, Anon! Super brave of you to send this ask under the disguise of a grey orb with sunglasses. :)
Anywho. I sat on this ask for like 24 hours so I could give it a good think and properly respond. Also, I have a life.
Bottom line? I don't give a rat's ass if OP doesn't like reader inserts! They have every right to dislike something. They can have an opinion. I'm fine with that. And I DO understand that it's damn near impossible to filter out tags for "x reader" or "/reader" cause it's per character and tumblr barely recognizes tags, let alone partials. I'm not disputing that at all. I agree that everyone should properly tag and stop adding unrelated characters, actors, pairings, etc. So we're on the same page so far!
But yes, I'm salty about the OP tagging actors on an unrelated post that therefore dropped said post right on my doorstep aka my dashboard because I happen to be following one of said actors in the tags. Did I have to comment? No. I could have and should have just scrolled on, but I'm biased when it comes to reader inserts. Writing and reading them has been an amazing part of the past 6 years of my life and it's also how I've met several of my best friends online, many of whom I've now met in person. It's a great community. So yeah, I piped in. With my whole-ass username and actual face attached to the comment. Weird, right? Accountability is a wild concept.
Here's an analogy for you. Let's say that everyone's blogs are houses on a street. We all have our home base (dash) where we can choose what comes in (follow other blogs and tags) and speak whatever opinions we have in our own space (post whatever we want). I'm not gonna try to stop anyone from doing anything in their own house. Do your thing! Curate your space!
But. If I happened to be driving down the street (aka scrolling) and OP happens to be waving a sign (tag) with a subject I care about and yelling something, I might roll down my window to hear what they're saying and GASP...respond. I'm allowed to do that. OP and others don't get to get pissy about MY opinion that I wouldn't have needed to share if I never saw the post.
OP put their opinion in the public space by tagging nonsense and now, here I am. Tumblr does seem to be the space for reader inserts so, might I suggest that those who dislike them use AO3 or Wattpad where it's easier to filter? Especially if tumblr is "filled to the brim with them"? Just a suggestion. :)
So, now I'm gonna go back to reading and writing my silly little reader inserts cause I can and no longer think about this interaction.
I'm writing this snippet about like a High school AU where Elsa punched Hans in the eye and I swear she's coming as those teens that are like fucking whatever and stayed in her corner listening to music and drawing a duck with a frog hat.
And it feels right here. Lmao it's so weird how characters sometimes just are and you have to let them be or the story would otherwise feel forced.
When you figure out what made an oc afraid or angry and you have to just take a moment to process. Just...damn
As a writer, I’m not always the reason for what happens to ocs. Most times they just tell me the shit they’ve been through and I am shocked every time...
I haven’t posted on here for a while but life update: I used to post a lot about crushes on here. I used to pine after guys who I knew deep down weren’t right. But I found someone and I’m happy. I don’t know how long we’ll last, but it’s almost been six months and I’ve been ridiculously happy with him. No matter what the future holds, I am so grateful for my first love.
