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A/N:Sorry in advance for any mistakes. Have fun reading. Hugs
With trembling legs, you nervously approached the king’s chambers. Thomas had provided you with a tray of tea, cups, and pastries. Ordered by the king himself. The only unusual thing was that you were to take it to his chambers and not, as usual, to the other rooms where the royal family usually spent the day.
The king had returned earlier that morning. After you left the hunting lodge a few days ago, you had not seen him again. But now you had to look him in his eyes again.
Another servant knocked for you and opened the door for you. His smell immediately excited you again when you entered his chambers and quietly and shyly you said “Your Majesty, your tea.”
“Yes, come in.” Only now you realized how much you had missed his voice in the past days.
Steve sat at his desk. His golden hair shimmered in the sunlight that illuminated the room.
Before you even really entered the room, Steve stood up and came toward you. With a simple wave, he gave the other servant the sign to close the door.
“Thank you, put the tea here please” he referred you to the small seating area by the fireplace.
Carefully you put the tray on the small table, briefly straightened your dress and turned to him again.
You somehow didn’t know what to say or do. Fortunately, Steve took this burden from you “You look really beautiful today.”
His smile was irresistible as always and brought a slight blush to your cheeks. Flattered you murmured “Thank you” while looking back down to the floor.
He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him before pulling you into his arms. His embrace and the possibility to scent him brought back memories of how you spent the past days together.
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A few days ago
It hadn’t taken long for your heat to fully overtake your body. Individual beads of sweat ran down your forehead and the curves of your body. Your clothes were by now completely sweaty and stuck to your overheated body. Breathing was difficult for you because of the pain that kept spreading.
Half asleep, you felt the soft mattress under you, which gave you the feeling of floating. But besides the heat of your own body, you noticed another, foreign heat next to you.
You opened your eyes a slit to find a very familiar person right next to you.
The king.
He had his eyes closed and breathed calmly. You assumed that he had also dozed off, while you two were cuddling.
You did not know how long you had been lying there like that, but it felt like an eternity and your body was on fire.
It was a strange feeling. You were so incredibly hot, and you just wanted to turn yourself away from him. At the same time, it drew you that much closer to him. You felt a longing, a desire that you could not really understand. Your body cried out for something you didn’t know.
While you were still trying to understand your inner voice, his warm, deep whisper brought you back to reality “I was hoping you could sleep a little longer”.
Surprised, you looked at him and were greeted by a tired smile. He still had his eyes closed, but his fingers immediately started caressing your covered body. He turned to your side and leaned on his forearm to see you better.
He was worried about your well-being, because he could feel how strong and fast your heart was beating. For hours he had been watching your heat getting stronger and stronger.
You also noticed how tired he looked. His blue eyes didn’t shine as much as usual, and a slight shadow appeared under them.
You had to swallow hard and hold back the first tears. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, but everything overwhelmed you. So much was so different, and his scent was so dominant and pushed sharply into your sense of smell, causing a dragging pain of excitement deep in your core.
Seeing you suffering he tried to calm you down and cheer you up “It’s going to get better soon”. Even though you both knew that this was not quite correct. Yes, it would get better, but before that it would get much worse.
Steve approached you slowly. With every millimeter that his face came closer to you, your heart raced even faster. For a brief moment you really thought this was the moment of your first kiss. But Steve aimed at your cheek instead of your lips. It was a very sensual peck. His beard tickled a little, but his lips were so incredibly soft. You closed your eyes to really enjoy this moment. A small sigh of pleasure escaped you and you just had to caress Steve’s cheek. Time seemed to stop for a brief moment, or maybe Steve was taking extra time. But he had to detach himself from you again and smirked when you gave a typical omega whine.
Steve saw you moisten your lip with your tongue and bite down on it.
He just couldn’t resist anymore and bent to you again, but this time your lips were his target. The first touch was very careful and reserved. Lovingly he enclosed your lips with his. To have him closer to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him permission to go on. The sweet, innocent first kiss turned heated very quickly as his tongue asked for entrance with a gentle nudge.
You were so absorbed in your tongue play that you didn’t even notice how you automatically opened your legs a bit more to make room for Steve and he immediately settled between them.
Feeling his weight on you, elicited a pleasurable sigh from you. To feel him completely increased your desire, but also your nervousness and excitement – and your pain.
He felt you tense up and stopped the kiss, but his lips remained hovering over yours “Shh it’s ok, sweetheart”.
“It hurts” you whispered sadly and hissing in pain.
“I know” And he really did. For hours he heard your soft whimpering in your sleep and your heavy breathing. But he didn’t want to wake you up. As long as the sleep lasted, it would help you. But now that you were awake, he could only help you to ease the pain - if you allowed it.
Steve took his weight off you again by lying down next to you and whispering in your ear “May I help you dear?” Gently and tenderly, he nibbled at your sensitive skin on your neck. You simply nodded to reassure him.
His hand wandered from your cheek, which he held lovingly until just now, down to your décolleté. The cleavage of your dress allowed him to directly feel your hot skin “You really need to get out of those clothes”.
Without resistance, you just let Steve guide you. Turned slightly to the side, it was easier for him to untie your dress and slowly peel it off your body. He enjoyed every second and especially every inch of your skin that gradually came to light.
At the first moment you felt freed. You felt a light breeze on your hot and sweaty skin, which made you shiver briefly and made your nipples stiffen. That’ s when you realized that you were now naked in front of him. In front of Steve - the king.
For him, nudity was something normal, as he was constantly clothed from an early age. But for you it was the first time that you were seen like this by someone. Especially by a man.
Ashamed, you put your arm over your breasts to cover yourself. But Steve grabbed it tenderly and at the same time pressed you lovingly on your back again “No, don’t try to hide. You are the most beautiful omega I have ever seen”.
He knelt with one leg between yours, lightly poking against your most intimate and now so sensitive spot.
He would have liked to look at you just like that for a while longer, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. He grabbed the waistband of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
His naked, well-toned torso made your mouth water. Often you had secretly fantasized what might be hidden under the expensive clothes and uniforms, but you could not imagine him so flawless in your best dreams.
While you were still indulging your fantasies, your hands went unnoticed on a sensual journey. From his neck to his defined pectoral muscles. Playfully your fingers stroked through his chest hair, wandered further, and traced his clearly shaped abs until you reached the waistband of his pants.
As much as Steve enjoyed your touch and your obvious excitement at the sight of him, he finally wanted to explore you.
You moaned as he finally leaned down to you again and kissed your lips. But he did not remain at your lips. He quickly followed the designated path from your mouth to your neck. The trail of his wet kisses led him through the center of your breasts down to your sweet smelling, wet folds.
Steve made no more turns and dived right between your legs. Intuitively you spread your legs to give him more space. The feeling was like nothing you had ever known before. His beard, his hovering soft lips and the warmth of his breath as his fingers pulled your lips apart a bit to reach your bundle of nerves better.
His first touch was almost imperceptible but soon he let his tongue stroke over your clit with an intense pressure.
At his passionate play with lips and tongue you just could not suppress your moan and it burst out of you.
“Ahh…Alpha…”
Steve changed from his tongue to his finger for a short moment to praise his little omega “That’s it. Let me hear you, sweet omega. We are all to ourselves here.”
One hand gripped the pillow next to your head, the other pressed Steve back into your hot core. At the rising feeling in your lower abdomen, you became really restless, so Steve wrapped his strong arms around your thighs and pressed you deeper into the mattress with his hands on your hips to keep you still.
You were a moaning mess. You literally begged for release at last “Alpha, ahh, please…. Make me yours”.
When Steve detached himself from your clit and only stroked it agonizingly slowly with his finger in circular motions, you wanted to cry in frustration.
“Look at you, so needy. Mh?” he said with his deep voice whilst starring into your eyes.
“Please Steve…”
“Do you want to cum, my dear? My little omega, mh?”
Normally Steve would like to tease you further, but he saw in your slightly teary eyes that you were already exhausted and decided to give you the relief you were longing for.
While he devoted himself to your neck with his lips and teeth, leaving visible marks, his finger began to massage your sensitive button intensified and fast.
It took only a few more strokes until you finally exploded in his arms and acknowledged your orgasm with a loud cry. You trembled and with each further stroke you winced a little.
Slowly, Steve stopped and gave you a chance to catch your breath.
He breathed a final kiss to your lips before he lay down next to you and pulled you to him to rest your head on his chest. In silence you simply enjoyed each other’s presence and the feeling of being close.
For minutes after, the scenes of what just happened, repeated themselves in your head. The feelings, the excitement, and the moment when you had passed the peak.
However, the skin contact, and Steve’s heartbeat calmed you down and tiredness overcame you quickly.
It wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep in Steve’s arms, while he still lovingly stroked your back with his fingertips.
I kinda feel like I’m writing for nothing atm. And I know I’m not the only author feeling like this. Where’s the love and appreciation? Hell, I don’t even mind if you have any constructive criticism.
I’m going to pause updates after today for my main 4 stories, The Florist next-door, Devil in Disguise, A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. and Always Meant to be. I just feel like you’re not interested in them atm so there’s no point stressing over them. Obviously if I get enough people asking for them then I will update sooner rather than later but until then, don’t expect any updates for a while.
I will however be uploading other pieces of works in the mean time and if anyone has any requests you’re more than welcome to send them in.
Princess Y/N Stark of York New mustmarry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother’s council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N’s heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.
‘A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know…’
Bold italics are flashbacks.
Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only
Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother’s council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N’s heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.
‘A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know…’
Bold italics are flashbacks.
Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only
Part warnings:18+readers only, brief mention of female examination
I almost can’t believe that in a week’s time we will be married. I can’t believe this is the first letter I am writing to you as your fiance and the last before I become your wife. It’s some what scary to think about, but I’m excited to start this next chapter of my life with you.
I am however not enjoying trying to decide some of the finer details for the wedding. Pepper, still refuses to speak to me and so not having a motherly figure or someone who has planned a wedding to help, I feel a little lost. Anthony, is only so much help and has no clue about flowers.I wish you were here.
All my love,
Y/N
My love,
I also can’t believe how close we are to being husband and wife, then we may never spend another day without each other as I too have been missing you dearly.
I wish there were was something more I could offer, but I fear I may just be as useless as, Tony.
My advice to you for the flowers would be to take a walk in your gardens. There’s always some kind of beautiful flower blooming there and when you see the perfect flowers for our wedding, you’ll know.
We’ll see each other soon, my love. Know that I love you and soon we shall be together again.
All my love,
Steve
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“Why am I not surprised?” Tony chuckled. “If that’s what you’d like, then that’s what you shall have.”
Your eyes lit up, “Oh, thank you, Tony!” You jumped up excitedly and wrapped your arms around him.
Tony hugged you back. “They’re your flowers, Y/N.” He smiled. “Use them.”
“They’re hers, Tony.” You smiled softly at him. “And I want her to be a part of my wedding.”
Tony nodded, “She was always going to be apart of it, Y/N, with or without the flowers.” He walked over to his desk and pulled open a cupboard door and took out a velvet pouch. He turned and handed it to you. “Here.” He chuckled.
You opened it and gasped. “Oh, Tony,” You looked down at the pair of earrings that sat in your palm.
“They were what mother wore on her wedding day.” His smile saddened as he thought about her. “Every year, when it was their anniversary, she’d wear them.” He began to frown. “Her lady-in-waiting handed me them one day, begged me to keep them safe so father couldn’t be rid of them like everything else.” He drew in a deep breath, “I know she would have wanted you to wear them on your wedding day.”
You gave him a teary eyed smile. “Thank you, Tony, it means a lot.” You wrapped your arms around him.
Tony hugged you back. “You mean a lot.”
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“PRINCESS!” Peter yelled behind you as he tried to get his horse to catch up with yours. “SLOW DOWN!” He groaned. “She’s going to be the death of me.” He admitted to himself.
Your laughter rang through the air as Storm galloped through the trees. Rhodey and Happy were somewhere close by, along with other guards, all keeping watch over you, as you and Peter explored the woods on horse back. You needed to burn some energy, according to Tony. You were excited. Steve was returning to the kingdom, which meant your wedding was only a couple of days away.
You pulled on Storm’s reins and came to a stop as you heard the sound of a carriage and horses close by.
A part of you dreaded the worst, it might have been King Brock or Hydra bandits. But through the trees you could see the familiar flag of Brook. It was Steve.
Bucky looked at his King with a smirk, “Everything okay, Your Majesty?” He asked playfully.
Steve grunted, “Fine.”
“So, why are you in such a hurry?” Bucky asked smirking to himself.
Steve sent him a glare over his shoulder. “Don’t start, Buck, or you’ll be on shoveling shit duty until the wedding.” Steve smirked at him making Sam laugh from his other side. “And don’t you be thinking you won’t be joining him.” Steve shot at him.
Sam’s face fell, “What I do?”
“Nothing yet, but you will.” Steve smirked and looked back a head of him. “And the last time I checked, don’t the pair of you have a reason to hurry back to York New?” Steve didn’t need to look back at the two men to know they were blushing. Check mate.
“PRINCESS!” The sound of Peter’s exasperated voice echoing through the trees stopped Steve and his horse in their tracks.
Bucky and Sam followed then the rest of his men.
“HURRY UP, PETER!” Your laughter bubbled through the air before the sight of you and your trusted stead came into view. “Hello, boys!” You giggled but didn’t stop, galloping past the men of Brook back towards the castle.
Steve grinned to himself as he briefly watched you before he kicked his horse forwards. It didn’t take long for his horse to catch up to yours. “You’re misbehaving, My love.” He called out to you as he came to your side.
“How dare you, Steven. I am nothing but well behaved.” You giggled.
“If you say so.” Steve chuckled.
The pair of you rode along side eachother until you crossed through the gates of the castle. Once you had come to a stop, Steve dismounted his horse before he helped you down.
“Hello, My love.” He whispered, cupping your face in his large hands and gently pressed his lips against yours as the pair of you stood between your horses in your own little world.
You reached up and held tightly onto his tunic. As you pulled back from him you smiled lovingly up at him. “I missed you.” You whispered, placing your left hand over his stubble covered cheek.
“And I you, My love,” He whispered against your lips. “But the next time I leave York New, you’ll be coming with me.”
“For the rest of our lives.” You grinned up at him.
Steve chuckled and kissed you. “I can’t wait.”
“STEVE!” Tony called out as he made his way down the stone steps and over to you. “Good to see you again.” He held his hand out to Steve.
Steve took his hand and gave it a shake. “Tony,” He smiled, “No, Pepper?” He asked.
Tony let out a heavy sigh, “Unfortunately, my wife has come down with something, so she’s resting until the big day.” He nodded, glancing at you. “She sends her love.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m sure.” You muttered under your breath, receiving a nudge from Steve and a look that told you to behave.
Tony smiled, “Enjoy your ride, sister?”
You nodded with a genuine smile. “I did, thank you.”
“Good,” Tony looked round your horse raising his eyebrow as he clapped his hands together. “Where did you leave my men?”
You let out small chuckle as you looked up at Steve. “They’re close by, I promise.”
Tony nodded, “And your men, Steve?”
“With yours.” Steve sent you a wink as he slipped his arm around your waist. Steve looked up at Tony, “All set for tomorrow evening?” He asked.
Tony nodded, “Of course. You know me, I can plan a party-”
“In a matter of hours.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Yes, brother, everyone knows how well you plan a party… Shame you don’t shoot an arrow as well.” You smirked playfully to yourself, knowing that you touched a nerve.
Tony grumbled, “I let you win.”
Steve’s head fell backwards with laughter, “Losing again, Tony?”
Tony glared at Steve. “I let her win.”
Steve nooded before he looked over his shoulder as both kingdom’s men began to return. “My love, I have a surprise for you.” Steve smiled at you.
“A surprise?” You asked with a furrowed brow.
“I would have written about it in my letter, but I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d have it with me.” Steve smiled softly at you.
“Oh, Steven, you didn’t need to get me anything.” You bit your bottom lip excitedly.
“I’m afraid it’s nothing like that.” He chuckled, “It’s more of a surprise guest.” He turned to the royal carriage as Bucky opened the door and helped his mother, Queen Mother Sarah, down the small step.
Your eyes lit up, “Oh, Steve!” You jumped up and swung your arms around his neck. “Thank you!” You pressed a kiss to his lips before hurrying over to his mother.
“My darling gir!” Sarah pushed Bucky out of the way as you ran up to her, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Oh, it’s been far too long.” She squeezed you making you laugh.
“I know.” You smiled at her. “I’ve missed you.”
When Steve’s father became ill in the following months after your 16th birthday and Steve was crowned King of Brook after his father’s passing, his mother became the Queen Mother and moved away from the castle. She needed time to grieve but also wanted to let her son be his own ruler, and she was happy to move into a place of her own still on the castle grounds. Not many people know the whereabouts of her home, which meant you were unable to visit her and only saw her the handful of times when she’d visit her son at the castle. The two of you always got on, she’d joke and say you were the daughter she never had, something you knew Margaret did not like and you were sure Sarah enjoyed it.
“You get more and more beautiful each time I see you!” Sarah beamed at you as she held your face in between her hands, almost squishing your face.
“Okay, mother,” Steve stepped in between the pair of you. “Leave her be.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he wrapped you in his arms making you laugh.
Sarah scoffed, “He acts as if he hasn’t been talking none stop about how beautiful you’ll look walking down the aisle.” She laughed softly, “Isn’t that right, James?” She asked looking up at him.
Bucky nodded, “Yes, Queen Mother. His Majesty, has been none stop, hasn’t he.” He chuckled looking at Steve. “If he hasn’t been talking about how beautiful the princess is, he’s been drawing her.”
“Okay!” Steve quickly pushed you away from Bucky. “I think perhaps we should spend some time alone… Away from them. Now.” He sent Bucky a glare over his shoulder making you giggle as he dragged you away.
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“I wish you had been here. It was horrible.” You admitted to Steve as the pair of you sat in library together in the bay window.
Steve let out a heavy sigh as he held your hand, raising it to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “I’m sorry, my love. I know it must have been uncomfortable for you… You had someone with you, yes?” Steve raised his eyebrow.
You drew in a shaky breath, “Natasha, yes. Queen Virginia, no.” You muttered. “It’s fine. I’d rather have had, Natasha, with me. She held my hand whilst, Doctor Banner, went about his business.” You blushed deeply avoiding Steve’s gaze.
You weren’t sure how the pair of you had gotten on to the topic of your examination that you’d had to endure during the previous day, but you had. Doctor Banner had confirmed you were pure to the room full of council members that had been stood behind a screen awaiting his verdict, and the wedding could go ahead.
“May I ask you something, Steven?” You asked looking up at him a little nervous.
He nodded, “Of course, my love.”
You drew in a deep breath as you stood up from the window, walking a little away from him. “… Is it true, that the council members have to be in the same room as us… When we, hmm… On, our… Wedding night?” You asked shyly as you knotted yours fingers in front of you.
Steve let out a small sigh, “They have to be present, yes, but not in the same room.” Steve stood up and walked up behind you. “It’ll be just you and I on our wedding night, my love.” He smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I promise, you won’t even know anyone is in the next room…” He kissed your neck lightly making you bite your bottom lip. “I’ll make sure if it.” He smirked against your neck.
