I NEVER ASKED YOU WEREWOLF STUFF!!! But hopefully Halloween smut Friday is still a thing cus here it's 11:45 pm lol SO something possibly simple, I'll throw some things out and maybe you can run with them: werewolf!bucky experiencing a heat/rut and Steve being there to help him out, OR how they handle Bucky on the full moon, or like idk marking, possessiveness etc. I'm just so interested in the daily lives of were!bucky and human!steve lol I love ya Greenberg!!!

werewolf!bucky experiencing a heat/rut and Steve being there to help him out

I just love the serendipity of this message because at 4am, I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking about a werewolf!Bucky AU where pack omegas usually help the Alpha through their heats.

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Imagine that omegas go into preheat where they spend the week before their heat all emotional, hormones haywire and scent strong. They get all needy for attention, especially ones from their alpha (or if unbounded any alpha) so if course with Steve's serum it only enhances it and Bucky is in for a loooong week. Especially since his omega is a little shit.

Ohhh! I am so ready for this! Hope you likey! -Ree

Monday.

There they were, alone in the kitchen on a sunny quiet day. Everyone in the tower was either gone or on a mission. Clint was at the farm with Laura, Nat and Bruce were off in Fiji for the next few weeks, and Tony and Pepper were out buying clothes for their bundle of joy that was soon to join the team. Steve and Bucky had been thrilled for them, Tony was over the moon. He and Pepper had tried for years and eventually gave up hope on a pup of their own. But here they were six months in and Bucky was making fun of Tony the Whale. (as he’d taken to calling him.) 

Steve was making dinner in the kitchen and as he stirred the sauce for the spaghetti he decided to taste it and see how his favorite food was. He stirred it one last time and went to sip a taste off the spoon. Immediately when the flavor hit his taste buds he started crying. Bucky heard from the sitting room and came rushing in to find Steve sitting on the floor crying. 

“Stevie? What’s the matter, baby?” 

“The sauce is horrible! What happened?! I’m sorry Buck I tried, but it’s awful!” Bucky decided to try the horrible sauce. When the delicious flavor touched his tongue he couldn’t figure out why Steve thought it was awful. 

“Baby this sauce is fine? What do you mean it tastes bad?” 

“I don’t know! It’s just not good!” 

“Honey are you not feeling good? Maybe you’re getting sick.” Bucky pulled Steve into his arms and felt his forehead.

“Buck I’m fine. Only a headache.” Bucky pulled him into his chest and nuzzled his Omega. He inhaled and then it hit him. Heat. Steve was in Pre-Heat. 

“Baby, you need some tea and cuddles. We can get something else for dinner.” Steve nodded and set to making tea and calling in some take out. He didn’t dare say anything about the Heat though, that only made things worse for Steve. 

Tuesday

Steve woke up and felt like crying again, he was hot and uncomfortable and his head was pounding. A tear fell down Steve’s cheek and Bucky woke from the distress Steve was letting off. 

“Baby, you okay?” Steve shook his head and buried his face in his hands. Bucky could see the flush in his skin tone and pulled his shirt over his head. He knew his head still hurt, and the tears only made that worse. Bucky sealed his lips over their bond mark and Steve realized back and relaxed with the sweet pleasure. Bucky lightly nipped at the bond as he placed his fingers on Steve’s temples. He slowly started taking on the pain of his headache. Alpha’s had the ability to absorb their omega’s pain as their own. It was a way to protect them in their need. Steve relished at the feeling of the pain and uncomfortableness leave his body and he finally relaxed into Bucky. 

Wednesday through Friday

Steve was an emotional mess, he still hadn’t realized his heat was a day away and he was miserable. He dropped a mug and cried for an hour over it yesterday, and today he couldn’t fit into his favorite jeans because he was bloated. He was cranky and tired and he felt sick to his stomach. 

“Buck? Buck, I don’t feel so good.” Steve started to pale a bit and Bucky quickly grabbed the bin beside the bed. Steve let loose and fell back into Bucky. 

“Stevie? It’s your heat baby. It’ll pass honey.” 

“I know buck. The fact that I’m sitting in a pool of slick kinda told me that.” Bucky rubbed Steve’s back and took a deep silent breath. The smell coming off Steve was intoxicating. It was almost like the serum amplified Steve’s heats and all that came with. This week all Steve wanted to do was cuddle and be attached to Bucky. At one point he had to carry Steve into the kitchen just so he could get some coffee. Steve couldn’t get comfy or sleep unless he was wearing one of Bucky’s shirts with Bucky’s arms wrapped tightly around him. Only then would sleep lull him. As his heat neared it only got worse, he was needy and clingy to the max and he refused to eat anything that wasn’t toasted bread. Bucky was just waiting for the hunger cravings and crazy sex drive to kick in. It wouldn’t be long, and Bucky knew it. They laid in bed until Steve woke Bucky up with that look in his eyes. 

I need some fluffy, smutty Stucky. Pretty please? Post Civil War, Omega Steve being in heat and not knowing whether his Alpha still wants him, (after he's got his mind back etc), because Steve is scared that Bucky doesn't want him. But really, Bucky's been worried that he'll hurt Steve again. Also, beefy Bucky is like my everything :P

New mod, JD here. I hope I have done your prompt justice (fluffy, smut is my jam).

With everything that had happened, they hadn’t had much time to talk. Steve wasn’t entirely sure what Bucky remembered or didn’t remember, so he kept his distance. He knew from the files that Bucky had been through horrible things the past seventy years - he didn’t need an Omega pining all over him for a lost love.

So they slept in separate rooms in Wakanda and Steve tried not to smell too sad every time he saw Bucky and had to resist the urge to take his hand.

It was the morning after he’d returned from the Raft that Bucky found him in one of the public spaces in their living quarters. He was dressed in soft clothes, still looking lopsided without his left arm, but at least he wasn’t in pain anymore.

He didn’t sit down next to Steve, but stood across the room from him.

“I’m going back into cyro,” he said.

Steve could feel the shock was over his face but it took him a moment to respond. “What?” he asked.

“I’m a danger,” Bucky said. “They did some scans of my brain while you were gone. They say they have enough information to help me but they need time to plan how they’re going to get the triggers out of my brain. I’m a danger until then, Steve. I should be put where I can’t hurt anyone else.”

“Buck,” Steve said, standing up. He began to cross the room to take him into his arms but stopped, unsure if Bucky would welcome that. “I’ll keep you safe. No one is going to trigger you here,” he said.

Bucky looked down, his one hand curled into a fist at his side. “You don’t know that,” he said. “This is safest. I’ve made my decision,” he said and left the room.

Steve wanted to chase after him, but Peggy’s old words came to mind - Give Barnes the dignity of his choice.

He sat back down and told himself it would be fine. Of course it would be fine. Bucky would go—Bucky would go back into cyro (here he chokes on a sob) - and when he comes back out, without triggers, safe for the first time in a century, Steve will then… maybe. Remind them what they once were.

He ran his fingertip over his mating mark on his neck, the flesh raised. How sad it had made him to see it in the bathroom mirror of his apartment in D.C. knowing Bucky was dead. How sad it made him to touch it the morning he woke in the hospital after he knew Bucky was alive. How sad it made him now, knowing Bucky doesn’t remember what they were.

He called Sam that night, at the safe house Natasha arranged for him, and told him Bucky’s decision. “I keep losing him. He went to war. He died. He pulled me from the river and didn’t stay and now this.”

“Did you tell him? About you two?” Sam asked.

“How can I? He barely looks me in the eye. He avoids me. I don’t think he wants me anymore, Sam. I’ve done nothing but bring him heartache. He never would’ve ended up in HYDRA’s hands if it wasn’t for me. He just wanted me to stay home back during the war but I couldn’t do it.”

“It’s not your fault, Steve,” Sam assured him. “Maybe he just needs space. Or maybe you should just tell him and see what he says.”

He wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to tell Bucky before Bucky went into cyro. Approaching him and saying, you were my alpha. You have been my alpha since 1933 and I want you to be my alpha now seemed like selfish thing to do while Bucky was still suffering on some level.

So Steve put all his sorrow and grief away, because Bucky did not need that right then. He would be supportive of his alpha, even if it was as a friend and not a mate. It would be fine.

Except the next morning, he woke with his head muzzy and his throat dry and a warm feeling starting to roll through his gut.

It took him a moment to place it - it’d been so long. So very long.

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