testosterone levels are through the roof

Perierat et inventus est

Bucky x Steve x reader/OC? 


Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning. 

A/N: This is the introduction of what I feel like will be a long one. I have so many ideas flooding my brain with this, but not yet the words to describe them. I’m still not sure if it’s gonna be xreader or OC, but we’ll just have to see how it plays out. Be warned, there’s gonna be a lot of pain and heartache, but also a lot of fluff and smut of course. The POV alternates from Bucky’s to third person, shaking it up a bit. 

There’s something to say about getting attention whenever you walk out the door. Whether it’s the good kind of attention or not. In my case, it’s the good kind, thankfully. This isn’t arrogance, I’m not conceited or stuck up, but I must admit, I enjoy the stares and the smiles and the flailing once I pass by. Pheromone levels fly through the roof when I walk down a crowded street and I’d be lying if it didn’t give my testosterone a good boost. Omega’s blatantly stop and stare and some even whimper when I come too close. As much as I enjoy feeling like the Alpha of all Alpha’s, knowing others stare at me furiously when trying to get the attention of an Omega they’ve set their eyes on, I’m not interested in them. 

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