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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 13
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: death, detailed description of murder, blood, violence, manipulation, noncon relationship, mentions of torture/abuse, bruises, depiction of someone that was beaten.
Author's Note: While I knew this was where my writing was going with this particular character, I am so unbelieveably sorry. I didn't want to write this chapter...but i had to.
“LUNA!”
Maria found herself horrified as she looked at the discarded omega. Her heart ached for the young woman that she looked at as a Luna.
Cinna had been beaten to what looked like within an inch of her life. One of her eyes was nearly swollen shut, with a split lip and brow to match.
But what really made her ache was the chemical burn on her throat.
It was obvious to her that she didn’t choose to go through with the removal of her mating mark, and it was a decision that revolved around someone elses wants and needs.
The work of it was haphazard at best, the burn spreading out further than just the marks that their alpha, Steve Rogers had left, and expanding along a stretch of the column of her throat.
“CINNA!” Maria called, begging for her friend to wake as she pulled her into her arms.
Wanda stroked the omega’s face, hoping that she would come to with the contact from her. Her hands glowed ever so slightly as she tried to force her into coherency.
“We need to get her out of here before Sharon kills her,” Wanda whimpered. Maria’s eyes broke away from the numerous cuts and bruises that she could see on Cinna’s arms and legs, and she found herself wondering how much of the trauma she couldn’t see, “we need to do what Sarah did and leave. There’s a pack. She’s there. He’ll take us in. I know it. I-“
“You need to calm down, Wanda,” Maria said firmly, trying to maintain control of the situation, “we need to make sure that Cinna is safe, yes…but we need to get our heads on straight so that she has the chance to heal.”
“We need to run with her!” Wanda cried.
“Take her…to the safe place that we discussed…find Stevie and run. I-I’ll bring this to Steve’s attention,” Maria agreed, “we hav-“
“WE have to run. That means you too, Maria!” she pointed out, “y-you know that I’m not a fighter. I’m nothing like you and Sarah. And I can’t lose you too. We need to find Stevie together, and run away with him and Cinna. All of us!”
“I know that you have no loyalties to the Rogers pack, but this place is my blood…these wolves are people that I’ve run with since I was a pup,” Maria frowned, shaking her head, “our pack has been following under the disregard of Steve and Sharon’s wrath…I need to bring it to his attention. I can’t abandon them!”
“But Mari-“
“Go,” she said firmly, knowing the bit of the alpha command would stick, “go and take Stevie and Cinna to the place we discussed. And keep them safe. I will join you when I can…”
Wanda whimpered and Cinna groggily shifted in her friend’s grasp.
“She needs help!” Maria sighed, “you need to take care of her, Wanda. You need to be the one that looks out for her and Stevie while I tell Steve.”
“I-I can’t lose you too!”
“You won’t,” she said gently, touching her friend’s forearm. Wanda’s tears streamed down her cheeks, and there was a small part of her that knew that she was lying, “I can’t abandon the pack, Wanda…you know that though, don’t you?”
“As soon as you tell Steve…as soon as you tell the pack what happened to our luna…you’ll leave…right?”
“I can’t promise that…they might try to lock me up,” she warned her friend, “but Steve will hear me. He will see that I’m not challenging him. He-“
“I-I love you, Maria,” Wanda said quickly, “I love you just like a sister…”
“We are sisters!” Maria sighed, giving her a soft smile, “now go, omega. Take our luna and her pup to the safe place.”
“To the safe place!” she confirmed, nodding along.
Maria helped Wanda get Cinna to her feet.
Their luna was just starting to come to, and was very out of it. She clung to Wanda, whimpering when she put pressure on any one of the injuries that she’d had. When they rounded the corner and started towards Cinna’s quarters Maria turned towards the pack dining room.
Tonight was supposed to be the eve before the full moon.
A night where the packs would feast and celebrate the oncoming night, where they would run and become one with the other halves of themselves.
But she was on a mission.
Her jaw clenched when she stopped at the entrance.
Along the rows of tables she could see a mix of emotions.
She could see people from Sharon’s pack, clearly in the midst of the celebration.
And she saw people from her own pack.
Some of them sad from the changes Sharon had put into place.
Some of them at entirely different stations than when it’d just been the Rogers pack.
And she saw Sam, sitting at one of the tables close to Steves, but not at it.
She noticed that at the elevated alpha’s table nearly everyone was from Sharon’s pack.
Not nearly.
Everyone except for Steve.
The dining room sensed the tension and quieted as they looked at her.
A nervous air filled the room as she confidently strode towards them. The silence filled the space, until finally it was just Sharon and Steve’s table.
Steve looked up from his food, his brow quirking at the agitated look of Maria Hill.
“Maria-“
“Cinna was brutalized!” she said firmly as she walked up the steps and stopped at the table, throwing her full weight behind her arms as she slammed her palms down before Sharon and looked her dead in the eye, “CINNA’S MARK WAS BURNT OFF BY SOMEONE WHO WAS JEALOUS OF HER, AND SHE WAS BEATEN WITHIN AN INCH OF HER LIFE. OUR LUNA!”
Steve looked at Sharon, but she didn’t betray anything. Her voice was a monotone one, that held a deadly edge to it, “our pack maid had a mark removed that she didn’t deserve to carry. I’m well aware.”
“SHE IS OUR LUNA!”
“She is a maid that now knows her true place.”
A growl tore itself from Maria’s throat, “YOU DID IT TO HER. YOU AND YOUR CUNT OF A PACK HARMED OUR LUNA BECAUSE YOU’RE JEALOUS!”
“You better watch your words carefully, Maria,” Sharon warned slowly, “you’re dangerously close to stepping out of your lane…and if what you’re claiming is true…I do what is necessary to put the mutts who step out of line back into their rightful places.”
Maria turned swiftly on her heel and towards the pack, “THIS CUNT OF AN ALPHA HAS STOLEN THE DOMINANT POSITION FROM OUR OWN. I WAS BORN OF THE ROGERS PACK, AND I DO NOT WISH TO ABANDON MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, BUT OUR ALPHA HAS LET HIS TEMPORARY COCK SLEEVE MUTILATE OUR TRUE LUNA-THE SHE WOLF THAT ENSURED THE FUTURE OF THE ROGERS PACK. SHE HAS DRIVEN OUR FAMILY INTO THE GROUND AND AIMS TO SQUASH US BY MANIPULATING HER WAY THROUGH OUR RANKS. SHE HAD DRIVEN HER OWN PACK INTO THE GROUND AND SOUGHT AN ALLIANCE WITH OUR COMPASSIONATE LEADER, WHO HAS BEEN AT THE MERCY OF HER WHIM BECAUSE SHE FORCED HER MARK ON HIM THAN BURNED OFF THE ONE TO OUR LU-“
Maria’s eyes went wide and her words stopped.
The thinnest of scarlet lines dotted her throat, making her tanned skin seem pale.
Her mouth fell open and she attempted to speak once more, but only a gurgling noise filled the room. Her hands reached up, and when she pulled them away, she noted that they were wet and sticky with her blood.
Sharon walked around the table until she was in front of her, and in one swift movement she threw her back onto the table and used her knife to stab her in the heart.
When she turned to face the wolves in the dining room her eyes were nearly black.
Steve stood up behind her, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!”
“This is my pack,” she growled, giving Steve an angry look, “and I am the dominant alpha.”
“Bull sh-“
“QUIET!” she yelled, forcing her aura out towards the other alpha.
Steve felt his words die in his throat. His eyes went wide, as the amount of power he felt being thrown in his direction only confirmed the last words of one of his own.
“THIS IS MY PACK!” Sharon howled as she made her way back around the table. She pointed at Maria’s body which had been pinned to the table with the knife, “AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO SPEAK TRAITOROUS WORDS ABOUT ME, THEN THEY WILL SUFFER THE SAME FATE AS THIS WOLF!”
A few of the Rogers wolves looked to their alpha. She smirked when she caught the tinge of distressed scents filling the room, “you think your alpha can save you from what has happened? From me? I OWN YOUR ALPHA!”
Steve’s eyes snapped to Sharons, “you will not harm my pack, Sha-“
“SHUT UP, STEVE!”
The words got caught in his throat once again.
He’d caught the alpha command.
But it had been years since his body was forced to comply with one.
The last time it had, he had been but a child.
Sharon’s smirk grew even more as she looked back to Steve’s wolves, “show them that you belong to me, Steve…bow!”
He felt the fear rising up in his chest as the words registered in his mind. He could feel the pain in his bones beginning to grow as he tried to ignore the words.
His body began to shake as his knees went wobbly. She smiled all the more.
“You can’t hide from the command, Steve,” she reminded him, “I marked you. I’m the dominant alpha. That means that I own you. NOW KNEEL TO ME! KNEEL TO YOUR TRUE ALPHA!”
He dropped to his knees, screaming out in frustration as he felt her aura surrounding him. And as he caved, kneeling and baring his neck in submission, she licked her lips. Her mark was on display; yet another show of proof that she had ownership over the powerful alpha, while her neck remained bare.
She turned her attention back to the pack, “I am the dominant, true alpha of this pack. ME! That means that you will all follow the laws of the Carter pack…anyone that will not will be annihilated like the vermin they are!”
And she sat back down, ignoring the worried looks from Steve’s pack.
“Steve…stay like that until we are done!” she smirked with a pleased tone.
Chapter 14
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ALL THE KINGS' MEN
Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader
Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.
A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!
Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!
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CHAPTER 16
Lorelai. The name rattled around in your head, pinging off your skull as you tried to discern the reason for her hostility.
Loki’s new little friend, she said. What was that supposed to mean? How did she even know who you were? And why was she looking at you like something on the bottom of her shoe?
It irritated you, to be honest. Derision filled yourself at her treatment, and you opened your mouth to give her a fitting reply, “I’m-”
“Flower.” All the tension left your body the minute you heard his voice. His hand touched your lower back, then Loki appeared beside you. You wrapped both your arms around his bicep and leaned into him. “Lorelai.”
“Loki,” she purred. Her eyes flickered down to where you held onto his arm. “I see you’ve brought a friend.”
Sharon appeared shortly after, hands folded across her chest as she took in the scene before her. She paused a little at your close embrace with the king. “Hey,” she whispered in your ear. “The fuck is that?”
“No idea.” If Loki heard you, he did not let on. Instead, he addressed the woman before him with a steady tone.
“Is there a problem here?” The look on his face made it clear this Lorelai woman had caused many, many problems in the past.
“None,” she told him, lifting a slender hand to caress his shoulder. “Now that you’re here, that is.” You shared a look with Sharon.
Clearly, this was the other woman those two girls told you about that night in the harem. The red hair was a clue, but the familiarity with which she spoke to and touched him was the giveaway.
“I’m only here for the summit.” Loki removed her hand, face still blank. “I would thank you not to cause any trouble while we’re here.” Lorelai’s face curled up into a smile.
“Trouble?” she echoed. “That’s more your thing, isn’t it, Loki? Though, I suppose we’ve both had our fair share of fun together.”
Together. You didn’t like the way she said that word.
“That was in the past,” Loki’s voice was curt. “I’ll not put up with your shenanigans this time. I’d thank you to take your leave now, as I’ve some important business to attend to.”
Lorelai did not look at him. Her eyes flickered to you instead, running over your form once more. Finally, she settled on your eyes. You stared back without wavering. She seemed to like that.
“You’re probably right. It’s quite clear there’s to be no more fun between us.” She smiled- not unkindly, which confused you further- and turned on her heel, then she was retreating down the hall in a flurry of green skirts.
“Well,” said Sharon, breaking what was about to be an uncomfortable silence, “that was eventful.” She turned to the king then, fixing him with a cool stare. “I hear you have something to say to me.”
ooOOoo
Sharon Carter was a no-nonsense woman. Loki noticed that the minute he saw her approach you. He watched how she glared at Lorelai, whom she did not know, simply because the woman was a nuisance to you. He watched her link her arm in yours and lead the way to the library he intended to use for their chat — though he was unsure how she knew which one — and trailed behind, feeling quite out of sorts.
He had grown used to you always wanting to be by his side. It was silly, he chided himself. Sharon was your friend. He was your…What were you? Your friend for sure, but something more. Something softer, sweeter; something that—
“I’ve been told you want to speak to me.” Sharon’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. They were in the library now, with Sharon leaning against the table. You stood awkwardly between them, eyes darting from one to the other. “Out with it.”
You frowned. “Sharon-”
“No, it’s okay,” Loki assured you. “It’s fine.” He turned his attention to Sharon, all five foot eight of blonde hair and reproachful expressions. “I wish to apologize,” he began, “for the part I’ve played in your suffering. There is nothing I can say or do that will erase what you’ve—”
“I don’t like you.” Loki stopped, lips paused at the beginning of the word he never got to say. “I really, really don’t like you,” Sharon continued, “and I don’t care for your apologies. I don’t care if you feel bad and I don’t want to hear any of your rehearsed lies. You want something from me. Spare me the theatrics and just tell me what it is.”
And for maybe the third time in his life, Loki was at a loss for words. He had an entire speech planned. Of course, he meant every word. A younger, lesser version of him might appeal to her emotions to sway her to his side. Valhalla knows he had done it many times before, but not now, not knowing what he knew.
Luckily for him, you seemed to know exactly what to say. You glided over to Sharon and took her hands in yours. “It’s not like that,” you murmured. “We need your help, Sharon. Loki thinks that some of the commanders were stealing from Asgard.”
“Stealing what?” Sharon wanted to know.
“A flower.”
Chocolate eyes swung to him. “A flower? And what do you presume they did with this plant, your majesty?”
“They used it to kill my mother.” Now, she went silent, and Loki continued. “That was why I took over Midgard in the first place. Someone from your realm was able to steal a flower from a heavily guarded place under the watchful eye of Heimdall, and they used it to kill my mother. After that, I decided humans needed to be put in check.” His eyes flickered to you; to your sweet face full of nothing but understanding. “I was wrong.”
“Loki just wants to help,” you explained. “He knows what he did was wrong and he can’t take it back. He knows this was his fault, but Sharon, things are bad. The Commanders are afraid of Loki, yes, but they hate him. That hatred made them kill a goddess!”
“I agree they need to be stopped, but I’m not sure how I can help you.” Most of the bite had gone out of Sharon’s voice, replaced with an emotion akin to fatigue. Loki concluded the babe she obviously carried was partly the reason and made a mental note to get his healers to check on her before the day’s end.
“We need information,” Loki told her. “Any information. Did Captain Rogers ever receive any shipments unaccounted for? Ever see him meeting at weird times with anyone?” Sharon folded her arms in thought.
“He was off with James a lot. If you ask me, I’d say they were secretly in love.” You and Sharon shared a look before she continued. “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you where Steve went. He never brought anything strange into the house, and even if he did, I’d never ask him. I knew better than to go looking.”
She stopped speaking. A flicker of doubt crossed her face. Loki pounced on it immediately. “What? You’ve just remembered something. What is it?”
“Loki.” The admonishment came from you. “Give her a chance. Sharon,” you grabbed her hands again, “is there something you remember? Anything you can tell us will be of help.”
“There’s a room back home he never let me in. I wasn’t supposed to see it, since it was hidden.” Loki lifted a brow.
“Hidden? Hidden how?”
Sharon’s eyes roamed the room. They stopped on an oak bookshelf spanning the entirety of the opposite wall. “There’s a shelf in his study. Full of books he never reads. One day, I was dusting the books and pulled a few out. I can’t be sure which one did it, but there was a click, and the shelf moved out of the way.”
“What happened next, Miss Carter?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. Steve came back and I told him I found it and he made me promise not to go back. He put a camera in and locked the door to the study. I figured it was more trouble than it was worth. We did move into an old SHIELD base that was refurbished. It wasn’t uncommon to have hidden rooms.”
“Did you get a peek inside?” Loki asked, though he knew the answer before Sharon shook her head. “These flowers are magic. They can live even after they’ve been plucked. If he was keeping them in there—”
“I’m not going back into that house,” Sharon interjected. “I’m not going back. Especially not with James there.”
“James.” Loki stiffened. “James is on earth?” He cursed under his breath. It was a terrible idea to speak to Sharon before informing you of his conversation with Fandral. “Loki, you told me he was being sent around the realms. How did he get back on Earth?”
“I’ve no idea,” he answered you. “Fandral only just informed me of this. I was going to tell you after we finished here.” He looked at Sharon. “You do not have to return to Earth. Starting today, you are officially under the crown’s protection. You can stay here or return to the palace with us when it is time to do so. Your unborn babe shares the same protection.”
“Who killed his father?” Sharon asked suddenly. “Was it an accident? I can’t imagine it was.” Loki’s silence was enough. “Of course”
“To be fair, the intent wasn’t to kill him.”
Sharon gave him a look. “What was the intent?”
“Questioning,” Loki replied. “Maybe a little torture. Can’t always tell how these things will go.” At his admission, he swore the woman almost smiled. The corners of her lips twitched up a bit before she pulled them back into a neutral expression.
“Well, this has been an enlightening conversation. I think it’s time for me to head to bed. This little one,” she rubbed her stomach, “always has me beat these days.”
“Do you want me to walk you to your room?” you offered. “Or stay with you?”
“No, I think you both have things to talk about.” No explanation was needed to discern what she meant. “I really need some rest.” She made her way to the door, stopping when she was nearly out in the hall. “Your majesty, I’ve been told you’re quite taken with my friend. You’re both adults, so I can’t tell you what to do, but if you hurt her, I will hurt you.”
Loki smirked at that. The fire he received from the blonde woman was the first thing that led him to believe a cordial partnership was on the horizon. Her snarkiness was not unwelcome, and he might have cracked a smile had you not approached him with worry creasing your face.
“James is back?” Trembling hands reached for him, prompting him to pull you close to his body. “Loki, James is back. What are we going to do?”
“You are not going to do anything. He cannot touch you from Earth.” Loki rubbed his hands in a soothing pattern, up and down your arms until your shaking stopped and your forehead rested against his collarbone.
“He’s going to be so angry,” you whispered. Your breath tickled the base of his throat as you spoke. The warmth raised goosebumps on his flesh, making his eyes roll back at the proximity of your mouth to his body. You had such pretty lips. “He’s always so mad at me.”
Loki cleared his throat. He shoved his pervasive thoughts to the back of his mind and cupped the back of your head. “He will not lay a hand on you. This I have promised you before, and I promise it to you now.” You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “James cannot make it to Asgard on his own. Heimdall will see him coming if he tries, and he’ll be arrested at the bridge. He will not hurt you again.”
A tear fell from your eye. Loki brushed it away with a gentle stroke, following it with two more. He held your face and kissed your forehead, allowing you to cry into his brand-new tunic. It was the first time you ever let him comfort you through your tears, and he was struck by just how much you had come to consider him. In many ways, you were not just the woman who flinched at a touch and walked around as though in a trance. You were becoming much more, and Loki felt glad that he seemed to have contributed to that in some way.
“Loki?”
“Yes, flower?”
You sniffled. “Who is Lorelai?” Ah. “An old girlfriend?” He almost laughed at the mundane word.
Loki did not have girlfriends or boyfriends. He had lovers, men and women and all in between with whom he shared a mutual attraction and partook in pleasures of the flesh. There were often no real feelings on his part. He would ride out whatever time he spent with them until they wanted more, which he could not give, or they moved on to another. And he never once regretted letting them go. His heart could never seem to get involved.
That was until he met you.
“Lady Lorelai is an old lover of mine,” he told you. “Troublesome, meddlesome, and as good a liar as myself. Except, she takes it too far.”
Your brow creased with fret. “She knows who I am, Loki. She knows who I am and I’ve never met her before.”
“Lorelai likes to keep tabs on me. She is as proud as she is envious, and I can admit now that getting involved with her was a mistake.” He took your hand and led you over to lean against the desk. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Lorelai may think she is a threat, but she has long fallen out of favour with me. And she does not have the use of her gifts anymore.”
“Gifts?” you repeated. “What gifts?”
Loki lifted your hand to his chest. He held it there, smoothing his thumb over your well-nourished skin. “Lorelai has the ability to bend men to her will. She is able to do so with just her voice. Of course, it depends on the will of the man. Lesser wills are easily broken. Stronger ones, not so much.”
“And I suppose you were a much harder conquest?” You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes filled with a hint of teasing.
“I’m immune to most magic, being one of the most advanced sorcerers across the realm.” He could not help but puff out his chest a bit. “Lorelai’s was still tricky to navigate. After we ended things, she began stirring up trouble. Made an inordinate amount of men do her bidding. I am entirely sure she could have caused an uprising if she wanted.”
Alarm crossed your face then, making Loki regret his words. “Do not be worried,” he assured you. “Lorelai was stopped. My mother made a charm bracelet that she is forced to wear by order of the king. It dampens her magic so she cannot use it on people even if she tried.”
“And she really can’t use it?” The fingers of your hand, which he had not let go, were now intertwined with his. He wondered if you even noticed. “She really agreed to wear it?”
Loki chuckled. “It was that or a rather unbecoming muzzle that prevented her from speaking at all. Vanity is as vanity does. At least the bracelet looks rich enough.” His eyes dipped to your hands- fingers woven together as though they were the threads of life themselves. Loki never cared much for silly displays of affection before. Now, he found himself wondering if the spaces between his fingers were crafted specifically for yours to fit.
“You must be tired from the journey,” he said. “Would you like to rest before the dinner? I can come fetch you later.” He moved your hands to your sides- still connected- and began leading you out the door. “I took the liberty of getting us adjoining rooms. Please tell me if it was too presumptuous. I just thought you would feel safer with me nearby.”
“No, that’s fine,” you said, and he could tell by your smile he had made the right choice. “What time is the dinner?”
“I will send someone to fetch you an hour or so before. Our rooms are just down here. Come.”
ooOOoo
As it turned out, Loki was right. The rest did you a world of good. You weren’t sure how long you slept, but by the time a servant came in to wake you and help get you ready, it was nearly dark outside.
Night descended quite differently on Asgard. On Earth, the sun would set into a brief dusky grey before the darkness actually fell. Here, the sky seemed to come alive. The disappearance of the sun heralded hues of purples and blues that seemed to reflect the ocean below. The black night fell like a blanket, dotted with stars so bright you often had to look away before your eyes began to burn. It was truly the most beautiful place you had ever seen.
“Lady Dee?” The maidservant’s voice drew your attention away from the window. “You have a visitor. The king.” You smiled.
“He can come in. I’m nearly finished. You can go have your supper now.” She curtsied before you just as Loki walked in, dressed to the nines in formal garb. His trademark smirk was on his face.
“Flower.”
“Loki.”
His eyes roamed over you from head to toe. You were, of course, wearing one of the many new dresses he’d sent you, this one a simple gold, made of silk held up by delicate chain straps with a cowl neck. The rest of the dress hung off your body like a waterfall, showing off just enough of your newly filled-out figure. “You look wonderful. Something is missing, though. Would you turn around?”
The maidservant was long gone, the door closed to give the two of you some privacy. Loki handed you a silver-backed mirror to hold to keep your neck in focus. In his other hand, the necklace from earlier appeared. He approached you from behind, so close you could feel the ends of his tunic poking into your back.
“Lift your hair for me, darling.” You almost moaned when you felt his breath on your neck. He fastened the necklace with practiced perfection, and you were pleased to find it blended quite well with the dress you chose. It sat nestled above the neckline, adding an extra air of refinement to the plain dress. “Perfect.”
“It’s lovely.” Loki moved your hair back in place as you admired the jewelry. As he did so, you noticed the bracelet you bought him secured on his wrist. “Hey,” you caught at his arm, “you’re wearing it.”
“I told you I would.” He let his hand rest on your bare shoulder. “Would you look at that,” he mused. “They match.”
They really did. The emerald eyes of the golden serpents glistened in the light as though alive, and they were the exact same shade as the teardrop emerald in your piece. “Did you do this on purpose? The necklace?”
Your eyes met in the mirror and he grinned. “Maybe.” He moved some hair away from your ear, lips encroaching on the space near your lobe. “Or maybe, I just wanted to see my colours on you.”
Oh fuck. Loki had flirted with you before, but it was never as intimate as this. His voice had never before dropped this low, nor did his eyes appear so heavy. And his thumb had certainly never run across the skin of your shoulder and up the side of your neck as it was doing now.
“We don’t have to attend the dinner,” he told you. “I can always have it brought here. It’s just a formality anyway.”
You thought for only a second. “You can do that?”
“I’m the king,” he reminded you. “I can do most anything I want.”
The mirror vanished from your hand. Loki released your shoulder, opting to take your hand and give you a little spin. You giggled as he twirled you and then pulled you against him. Your hands went around his neck to steady yourself while his rested on your waist.
“What do you say?” he asked. “Do you wish to endure a boring dinner, or do you want to stay here with me?”
“I—”
A knock on the door interrupted your acceptance of his proposal. The annoyance on his face as he let you go to answer the door no doubt mirrored your own. Fandral was standing at the door when it opened. He gave you a cheeky smile before addressing the king.
“Loki,” he greeted in that grand way of his. “The Lady Sharon has agreed to your plan. She thinks it best to go at once, with your approval, of course.”
You had joined Loki at the door now. While you weren’t sure what plan they referred to, you could tell any plans you had for the evening were now fully squashed. “What’s going on? What plan?”
“I wish to search the hidden room in Rogers’ house. I sent word to Lady Sharon while you were asleep. In honesty, I had not expected her to agree so quickly.”
“Oh.” That was the only word you could seem to get out in response. “Are you going?” You didn’t want him to go. As silly as it sounded- because you knew he could protect himself- you were worried for his safety if he were to go to Earth.
Loki shook his head. “I’m not going. I’m sending a few men so as not to arouse suspicion. They’ll be in and out and none will be the wiser, but I must brief them, meaning-”
“You’ll be late for dinner.” It was much easier to say this than make Fandral privy to your real plans. “It’s okay. If there is something in that room that can connect them to your mother, it’s better to do it now.” You placed your hands on Loki’s arm. “Go on ahead. I suppose I’ll go to the dinner for the time being.”
“I’ll be back,” Loki promised. He brought your hand to his lips for a kiss— the second that day alone— and you could not help but wonder when he would make advances towards another type of kiss. “I’ll see you soon.
ooOOoo
Dinner was a fantastic affair. Lords and ladies sat around an enormous table filled with more food than you had ever seen, dressed in the finest jewels and clothes. Laughter filled the hall and conversation flowed. At one point, a friendly fight broke out: two lords drunk off mead, both wanting to show off their newly crafted swords. And yet still, you were bored out of your mind
There was a goblet of Asgardian ale in your left hand. One of the servants kept refilling it at intervals. The taste did not particularly delight you, but you sipped it to give yourself something to do. At first, you were intent on waiting for Loki to return, but three courses and five ales later, you noticed the meeting would not soon end.
Either way, you were finished here. You pushed your chair back and exited the dining room, goblet still clutched in hand. A kind servant topped you up on your way out. You thanked him with a smile and began the long walk to your room. Maybe, if you were lucky, you would still be awake long enough for Loki to return. You could both spend whatever was left of the night talking until you fell asleep like you did at the palace.
“Lady Dee,” purred a familiar voice. You paused, squinting ahead to see who it was. Lorelai appeared before you in a green dress with her red hair done up in an exquisite bun. You soured a bit upon seeing Loki’s colour draped all over her. “I thought that was you.”
“‘Tis me.” You noted then, to your embarrassment, that your ‘s’ was a bit slurred.
“Why do you hold your head in that manner?” Lorelai enquired. You did find her to be a little askew. Actually, your entire field of vision was off-kilter, and you straightened your head with a flush of your cheeks. “Gotten into the ale, I see.”
You placed the cup at your side. “I’ve had alcohol before.”
“Not Asgardian alcohol, I’m sure. This packs quite a punch. Nothing on Earth can compare to it, although I suppose you might have realized Midgardian spirits have little to no effect on you.”
In truth, you just thought you had an abnormally high tolerance. The vodka back home would burn your throat, but that was as far as it went. “Did you need something from me?”
“I wanted to apologize.” She sounded so sincere you almost believed her. “By now, you’ve heard that Loki and I were involved. He was special to me, and it was very hard for me to let him go. Sometimes, I get a bit in my head when I find out he’s seeing someone new.” She paused to give you a look. “You are seeing each other, aren’t you?”
Your answer did not come soon enough, and she noticed your hesitancy. It delighted her, you could tell, evident by the little quirk of her eyebrows. “Seems I was wrong-”
“We’re taking things slow,” you blurted. “Loki and I.” Lorelai laughed.
“Slow? Loki does not take things slow. He was taking me over the desk of his study daily within the first week of us meeting.” She let out a dreamy sigh, making your stomach churn. It also could have been the ale, but you felt queasy either way. “He’s a very good lover. Once, he tied me up and—”
“I do not wish to hear of your past with Loki. Some things should be kept private.”
“Well, privacy isn’t always Loki’s strong suit. In time, you’ll come to find he doesn’t mind an audience.” She looked you up and down. “Or maybe, you won’t. Since you’re taking things slow.”
You rolled your eyes. Lorelai was a bitch, and you didn’t need to stand here and take this. “I’m leaving. Loki’s waiting for me.”
“Is he? I just came from the library and heard him in a meeting. Sounds like he has more important things on his mind.” She ended her statement with a frown so sad you couldn’t tell if she was faking it. “Why don’t you come back to the dinner with me? I’m sure many gentlemen would love the pleasure of your company.”
“I don’t want them. I want Loki.” Petulance abounded in your voice. You were aware you sounded like a spoiled child, but you could not care.
Lorelai hummed. “My dear,” her hands came to rest on your arms, “I’ve already told you Loki is in a meeting. He’s busy! Why would you want to bother him?” She let her hands wander to the end of your hair. “He doesn’t like to be bothered.”
“But he won’t mind,” you protested. “He never minds me.” At least, he never had before.
“This is a beautiful necklace,” she complimented. Her slim fingers traced the chain around your neck. “Did Loki give it to you? He does have a thing for giving his women jewelry.” She lifted her wrist to show you the golden bracelet dotted with rubies. “He gave this to me. Gorgeous, isn’t it?”
You pushed her hands off of you. The goblet in your hand fell to the floor, splattering drink all over your dress. “You’re lying! Loki’s mother put that on you because of your powers. It’s not the same.” Lorelai smirked.
“Loki’s mother enchanted the bracelet. I already had it, because it was a gift from him.” She twisted her hand in the air to show off the piece. “I love rubies. He knows me so well.”
“I’m leaving,” you told her. “I don’t believe any of your lies.”
“But you believe Loki’s so easily,” she countered. “I can’t blame you. He is the God of them, after all, and he tells them so well. Who can blame a sweet girl like you for falling for him?”
The way she spoke to you made your blood boil. It was as though you were a child with no brain of your own and all the naivety in the world. This woman- so proper and prim- had no idea the terrors your faced. She didn’t know of your life, or that you knew well the nature of men probably even better than her.
“I must go,” you announced. “Loki and I have plans.” You pushed past her without a second thought.
“Wait!” She grabbed your hand, grip strong like a vice.
“Let go of me!”
“Has he kissed you, at least?” Her fingernails dug into your skin, leaving deep crescents of pain in their wake. “Has he?” Her lip curled, nostrils flaring into the ugliest look of contempt. “Has he pressed those liar lips up against yours—”
“Fuck you!” You wrenched your hand from her grasp and ran.
ooOOoo
Sometimes, Loki hated being the king. He remembered the times when he was a young prince, when he coveted the throne and envied his brother’s place in line for it. He recalled all the mischief he made to get the crown. Now that he had it, he often had vivid fantasies of stomping it under his foot.
The crown meant power. The crown meant he and his brother were untouchable, but also in the most precarious position of their lives. Everyone wanted their favour or heads — to serve the throne or capture it for themselves. The crown was as dangerous as it was secure, but right now, all he cared about was that it had ruined his plans with you.
It took longer than usual to get the men briefed. They had never been in the house before, so he had to start by mapping the area and the building. Sharon’s intel was of good use, and he only wished he could wake her for more. Yet, he was loathe to bother her in her condition. Now that the meeting was over, he only wanted to see you.
So it was just his luck that he happened to see you walking up the hall just as he was coming down. “Flower.” You did not answer him. In fact, you looked rather destroyed.
Long tears cut a path down your face, falling from red eyes all the way to a trembling mouth. Your hands were clasped tightly together at your waist, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on your skin. “Flower? Whatever is the matter?” He reached out to you. You pulled away.
“I’m tired,” you said. “I want to sleep.” Your voice cracked with emotion as you told the lies he so easily sussed out.
“I do not think that is true.” He spoke as though tending to a wounded child. “You’re upset. Please tell me what happened.” He spied it then— five long scratches running down your arm. “What is this?” He gestured to the angry redness of your skin. “Who did this?”
Your eyes dipped to your hand as though noticing the marks for the first time. “I ran into Lorelai—”
“Lorelai.” Fury burned in his chest. He reached out to take your hand, and this time you did not stop him. “I knew she was jealous, but I did not think she would attack you-”
“Why won’t you kiss me?” you cried.
Loki was so shocked he released your hand. “What?”
You threw your hands up. “Why won’t you kiss me? Lorelai says you used to be all over her all the time. She said you were always having sex, and you’re not one to take things slow. I thought you liked me!”
“I do!” Loki replied in a hushed tone. “I do like you, flower. Why was Lorelai even speaking to you about me in the first place? I told you she lies.”
“But you said you were together!” You wagged a finger at him, and it was then he smelled the ale on you. “You said that! So I know she’s not lying. She also said you gave her jewelry, too, just like you did to all your women.” You touched the necklace you wore. “Is that what this is? A habit?”
Never in his life had he wanted to strike a woman the way he wanted to smack Lorelai right now. He knew he should have left her in that dungeon. Alas, he was young, and that youth led him to convince his father to release her under condition. She was going straight back as soon as he found her.
“Darling, you need to tell me exactly what Lorelai said. She’s very good at twisting words and situations-”
“Oh!” Anger flared on your face. “And I’m just some silly little girl who didn’t know she was even Asgardian, so obviously I’d fall for it.”
Loki gaped. “That’s not-”
“It’s because of James, isn’t it?” you asked, and his eyes widened at the accusation. “You don’t want to kiss me because of him. You think I’m spoiled! Rotten and raped and abused and dirty-” You stopped suddenly, back going rigid.
“Flower?” He was too afraid to touch you. Instead, he let his hand hover near you in case you felt the need to take hold of it. “Flower, are you okay?”
In response, you hunched forward and vomited all over his shoes.
ooOOoo
You had never been this humiliated. Not even through James’ abuse, through him laughing at your pain and suffering, did you ever feel this level of mortification. If you had to guess why, you’d say it was because you’d done it to yourself. You drank the ale, you allowed yourself to be tricked by Lorelai and you threw up all over Loki’s shoes.
To his credit, Loki did not flinch once. He simply kicked off his now ruined shoes and led you barefoot back to your adjoined rooms. From there, he instructed you to take a bath while he got some servants to clean up the mess you made. The bath did help some, but the hot, lavender-scented water was not enough to wash away the shame you felt. By the time you were finished, you only wanted to sleep and pretend this night never happened.
Loki was waiting for you when you were done. You stepped out in your sleeping robe to find him placing a tray near your bedside table. He turned over his shoulder to look at you. “Come.”
You cast your red eyes down as you approached the bed. Loki pulled back the covers without a word, allowing you to enter. He then tucked them around you and took a seat at your side. “Drink this,” he handed you a glass with a clear, fizzy liquid. “It will help prevent any headaches and further nausea. Drink it all.”
While you drank, he took ahold of your hand. He let his fingers hover over the marks inflicted by Lorelai, and one by one, they disappeared. It was like pulling a blanket over the lines, completely obscuring them from view until only unblemished skin remained. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He took the empty glass from you. “Rest your head. Gentle now.” He ran the back of his hand over your check, moving it all the way up until his palm rested on your head. “I’m sorry I was late to the dinner. I wish I could have prevented Lorelai from happening upon you.”
“It’s not your fault,” you whispered. “I should’ve never listened to her. I was wrong.” You wiped a tear from your eye.
“Yes you were,” Loki agreed, much to your surprise. “You were wrong when you said that I have any sort of avulsion towards you due to the sufferings you have endured. The reason I am often careful with you, the reason I do not take liberties, is not because I find you repulsive. Rather, I want to ensure I do not cross any of your boundaries. The speed at which I am courting you is not for lack of wanting.”
“I never should’ve said that,” you told him, still reeling from his admission that he was, in fact, courting you. “I was just angry. Lorelai got into my head.”
“As she is wont to do,” Loki finished. “I will deal with her at a later time. Yes, I got her the bracelet. Lorelai likes expensive things, and I often oblige to my lovers’ wants. You have to remember this was a very long time ago. My feelings for Lorelai were nothing but lust. Everyone I got involved with knew that. We haven’t even spoken since we ended all those years ago.”
“I understand.”
Loki leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You could not even muster up the annoyance that it was, once again, not your lips. “Do not ever think less of yourself because of what was done to you. It was not your fault. James will be dealt with as soon as possible and as safely as possible. All of my efforts right now are diverted toward bringing him to justice without getting you more involved than you already are. Have some patience with me, and you will soon see that”.
You nodded, unable to form any words after the complete spectacle you had made of yourself.
“And one more thing,” Loki said. He lowered his face to yours, so close your noses touched. “If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was say so.”
And with that, he pressed his lips to yours.
Chapter 17
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she’s the one i’m runnin’ with
ship: dragonborn!sharon carter x reader
summary/request: the powerbroker finds a cute pet to keep her company.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: dark (18+), trafficking, forced pet play
a/n: this one goes out to britt @scarlettwlw
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Even though monsters have long since integrated into society, there are so many practices that the sensitive humans squirm too much over. That's where places like Madripoor's black markets come into play.
The crowds pack in like sardines even on a drizzly night like this. Humanoid creatures of all shapes and sizes mill around the various stalls. Most of them are here for sustenance - markets like this one are usually geared towards providing food that can't be found in human restaurants, whether that means rare plants that can only be harvested by Elvish tribes or raw meats that would make most humans retch at the thought of eating.
Madripoor, being the city that it is, features a lot more than street food in its markets. Shady deals of stolen and counterfeit items are constant every night, usually resulting in a fight at some point. You, an unlucky soul, are one of the few humans that populate this area of town. Not by choice. If you had a choice, you certainly wouldn't be caged up, displayed on a stall like a betta fish in a pet store.
Trafficking was always a risk you knew about when you came to Madripoor. Hell, even back in the States, there were shushed cases of it happening among the rich and powerful - humans and monsters alike. There was once a rumor of the CEO of the company you temped at taking in a half-orc.
Here, though, all your fellow kennel mates are humans. You've watched a few of them get picked up throughout the night, their cries muffled by the gags. The minotaur handler must've thought you were more agreeable, because he only muzzled you, which for a human was mostly for show, since you lacked the snout to be hindered by the small cage.
The corner of the market that your stall is in is a little out of the way of most of the bustle, so it's easy for you to scrutinize everyone who walks past. Some of the patrons stop by the kennels, asking the minotaur about the prices, then scoffing and walking away. You can't understand whatever language he's speaking, but by their reactions you assume you're a high value pet.
You sigh, glaring at the minotaur as he slaps your cage with a hearty laugh while talking to a gruff looking centaur. They stamp their hooves against the ground, clearly unsatisfied with the minotaur's refusal to lower his price. Suddenly, something shiny reflects the light of the rusty streetlamp into your eyes, and you sit up to avoid the glare.
A clawed finger reaches into your cage, and your eyes trail up the arm to make eye contact with a dragonborn. Her bronze scales are almost golden when the light hits them, and you see a softness in her eyes that makes you curiously lean towards her hand. She opens her mouth to speak to you, but you can't make out the words so she turns to the minotaur and asks a question, to which he just snorts and says the first word you've been able to make out all night, "English."
"Thank you," she nods before turning her attention back to you. "Hello, little thing. I'm surprised nobody's snatched a pretty pet like you up yet.”
Your mind swims with emotions at that word. Pet. The thought should make you upset or angry, but this dragonborn’s voice seems genuine. Her tone is gentle with you as she keeps her claws tucked into your cage, but more serious as she turns to the handler and again speaks in a language you don’t know.
Her claws are sharp, and you can smell smoke on them as you lean close to nudge the cage of your muzzle against them. Not an unusual scent for a dragonborn. Suddenly, she retracts her hand and the door of the cage swings open. You scoot backwards as the minotaur approaches you, but your fear is assuaged by the dragonborn nudging him out of the way.
“Let me. They’re my pet now after all, aren’t they?"
“Whatever you say, Powerbroker,” he snorts, turning away from the two of you. Your eyes widen as she leans in to guide you out of the cage. You reflexively wrap your arms around her neck as she lifts you with ease. Her scales feel hard and cool against your skin and you shiver.
There’s no point in fighting back. You’d be dead in seconds if you attempted that on these dark streets. So you let yourself be wrapped up in a blanket the Powerbroker buys from a stall a few paces down.
“That’s better, hm?” She bumps her snout against your head. You nod sheepishly, holding the blanket tight around you. Her face is so close that you can feel her warm breath against your skin, the sharp curve of her fangs prominent in your eyeline. “Let’s go home.”
You learn that her name is Sharon Carter, when you hear her personal driver refer to her as such. The ride is silent as you sit beside your new owner, head tugged gently but firmly into her lap as she scrolls through her phone. Her claws click angrily against the screen, and you curiously eye it, wondering what could be upsetting her.
“Nothing interesting for you, pet,” she ruffles your hair. “Just boring business.”
Sharon keeps her hand on your head, petting gently, for the rest of the ride. When you finally arrive at her home, she lets you explore on your own. Crawling around the house - you were scolded when you tried to stand - you inspect as much as you can. She has practically no items that appear personal in any way, a fact you assume has to do with her mysterious Powerbroker title.
You hear her call you to the kitchen, and you move quickly to avoid upsetting her, already desperate to please. Whatever she’s been cooking smells so much better than the food you’d been given while you were caged. You sit at her feet as she puts something in a bowl, setting it on the floor in front of you alongside a bowl of water.
“I hope you like this, pet,” she sounds hesitant for the first time. “We’ll figure out for sure what human foods are your favorites. But until then, try that.”
The bowl is full of steamed rice and some grilled chicken. While the chicken is a little burnt for your taste, you eagerly devour the entire bowl in record time. Embarrassment about eating on the floor takes backseat to how hungry you are.
Tummy full of dinner, you let Sharon pick you up and carry you to the couch and settle you on her lap. The blanket she bought earlier is draped over your body, and you sigh contentedly, eyes drooping with exhaustion.
“Go on to sleep, pet. We have a lot to talk about in the morning.”
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Sharon-A-Day, Day 271 (9/30/22)
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Writer: Brian Michael Bendis
Artist: Mike Deodato, Jr.
Letterer: Cory Petit
Colorist: Rainier Beredo
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Sharon tries to get Nick Fury to sign the quarterly budget.
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Mine
Pairings: Bucky x Female avenger
Warnings: Mentions of self deprecating, Sharon carter (she’s always a warning) Smut 18+ (breeding kink, metal arm kink, daddy kink, fingering, oral, p in v)
Summary: Bucky cant stand the thought of his girl flirting with someone else other than him.
Word count: 3.3k+
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If looks could kill let’s just say John walker would’ve been dead the second Bucky saw you with him. Was it Bucky’s place to be jealous? No especially after he broke off your little fling a few weeks ago. But that doesn’t stop him from getting jealous at the sight of his girl with that insect.
You had been flirting and talking with walker for the past hour much to your displeasure. In all reality the only reason you had even came up with this plan in the first place, was to piss off a certain super soldier. He deserved it after he had broken your heart and left you a broken mess of a person. So even though you despised walker you flirted as if you loved the man.
*Flash back to two weeks ago*
You had just come back from a three week long mission and you were exhausted. But you were also really excited to see Bucky again. You and him and started kinda seeing each other a few months ago. At first it wasn’t much other than just sex but it quickly became more than that… at least for you.
When you had gotten back to the compound you immediately went to take a shower before going to see him. You had done all your normal things before you slipped into Bucky’s favorite black lingerie set of yours on. Once you were satisfied with how you look you sauntered over to Bucky’s room on the same floor.
You softly knocked on the door and heard a soft ‘come in’. When you opened the door you saw him sprawled out on his bed in nothing but sweatpants.
“Hello solider” Your voice was seductive as you crawled on his bad and straddled him. Bucky didn’t say anything as you sit on his lap he didn’t even touch you like normal. A frown formed on your face at his lack of affection. What came next surprised you as well as broke your heart. Bucky put his hands on your waist and moved you off of him.
“Not in the mood Y/n” He said harshly as he sat on the edge of his bed with his back to you. Your heart tightened at his words and you felt like your world just came crashing down.
“Did something happen? Are you okay my love” The words came out a little more shaky then you would’ve liked as you spoke. You sat next to time and tried to hold his metal hand and he ripped it away from you. Tears formed in your eyes as he stood up and got off the bed leaving you there alone.
“Did i do something?” Your voice cracked and he turned to look at you. His demeanor was stiff and his eyes are dark. He scoffed as he looked at you and ran his hand through his long hair.
“You’re just too much” Bucky blurted out and that’s when the dam broke and the tears fell.
“What?” You choked out as you covered your mouth to muffle the sobs.
“You’re too much for me and i cant do this anymore” The bluntness of his words cut you deep. In that moment you didn’t know what to say or do so you just left his room in tears. You ran to your room and locked the door. You didn’t know what to think or feel all you knew is that you were broken.
What you didn’t see though was how Bucky broke down when you left the room. Truthfully you weren’t too much and he knew that. The reason he broke it off was because no other than Sharon got in his head. She had come up to him after you left for your mission asking him what you two were. He responded with ‘we are just hanging out for now. But when she gets back im making it official.’ To which Sharon scoffed.
She proceeded to tell him that if he thinks a sweet and innocent girl like you, would love a man like him that he was insane. Sharon went on for fifteen grueling minutes about how much of a monster he was and you deserved better. And he believed it and so that night he swore to himself that he’d step away from you. No matter how much it hurt he couldn’t break you and taint you.
And that was the last time you had spoke for two weeks
*End flashback*
That day haunts Bucky like a ghost haunting its old home. He knew he had hurt you by what he did. But in his mind he did the best thing he could for you he set you free. It’s not that he thought he was a bad person now he knew he wasnt, it was his past. Bucky thought that if you truly knew all the evil things he had done like Sharon said then you wouldn’t love him anymore.
His time in Hydra was awful and the things they made him do were worse. How could anyone move past that? How could anyone love the broken man he’d become? How could you love him?
Bucky’s self deprecating thoughts were cut off as he saw walker get a little too close. He had placed his hand on your waist and brought you in closer to him. That simple and small movement was enough for the solider to see red. He knew he shouldn’t, he knew he had no place but he wasnt thinking clearly as he approached you and walker.
He was silent as he approached but you noticed him out of the corner of your eye. You can see the metaphorical daggers he is shooting to the man in front of you. You dont pay Bucky any mind as you continue your conversation smirking ‘cause you know what lies ahead.
He comes up behind you and wrap his metal arm around your waist. A smirk is quick to form on your lips as your turn around to face the solider.
“Can i help you James?” You ask playing dumb looking at with dumbly. His hands find your hips and he squeezes them and brings you closer.
“Мой” (mine) He husks out in russian and you smirk up at him. You both are quickly reminded that John is still present when you hear him clear his throat.
Bucky looks up at walker and shoots him a look that tells him to get lost. John doesn’t say anything as he just grabs his drink, nods and walks away.
“Это был довольно грубый солидер. Я был в середине разговора” (That was quite rude solider, I was in the middle of a conversation) The words are taunting as they come out and you earn a grunt in response. He doesn’t say anything as he takes your hand and leads you away from the party.
His grip on your wrist is firm but not hard since he doesn’t wanna hurt his girl..yet. Bucky leads you up the stairs and down the hallway to his room. You don’t have time to ask what he’s doing as you’re suddenly pressed against his door.
“Bucky wait-“ You breathe out as his hips find their way to your neck. He doesn’t stop as you weakly plead.
“Bucky stop-“ And that’s what gets him to stop what he’s doing and back away a little too worried of hurting you or scaring you.
“What? What happened?” He asks almost as if you two hooking up is still normal. You look and him and roll your eyes before even attempting to speak.
“What do you mean what?” You scoff at him as you sit on the edge of his bed looking up at him. “You tell me i’m too much and that you dont want me but then go and do some shit like this” Tears form in your eyes out of frustration and Bucky looks like he’s just been stabbed.
“Doll- i know i fucked up” He sighs and he gets on his knees in front of you. “I pushed you away and made you think i didn’t want you because i was scared” His hands land on your soft thighs and then he softly kisses your inner thigh. “I was scared that you wouldn’t be able to love me for my past, That the things i’ve done would turn you away from me” His words come out a little broken as his blue eyes meet your gaze.
“It also didn’t help that i had someone telling me i wasnt good enough for you” Rage filled your veins at his confession.
“Who” You cut him off before he got the rest of his words out. His grip tightens on your thigh as he lets out a deep breath.
“Sharon, She had asked me what we were when you had left for the three week long mission. Short story short when i told her i planned on making us official when you got back she told me that you deserved better. That you might think im a good person now until you heard about the things i was forced to do. She also made a comment about the arm” His eyes move to his metal arm as he makes a fist with it.
Anger, Sadness and Love fill your body as he finishes speaking. Anger because Sharon really thought that this beautiful man was a monster. Sadness because he believed her words and thought he was a monster. And love because this was the first time he has ever been vulnerable and open like this with you.
You reach your hands out and cup his cheeks and bring him up to your face. “I dont think you’re a monster. Then or now. I think you’re the most beautiful soul in the world Bucky. I wish you would’ve told me about this because i would’ve put all those fears to bed. I know some of the things you did in Hydra. But i also know that you didn’t have a choice, that you didn’t want to do those things” Nothing but love and honesty laces your voice as you speak.
Bucky looks at you like he just might melt at your words. He finds the courage to slowly close the gap between you two with a passionate kiss. All the love you two have for on another is poured into this one kiss.
After a few minutes you break the kiss and come up for air as you both pant. “And as for the arm” You say grabbing the dark grey and gold arm and smile at it. “Is the sexiest thing i think i’ve ever seen” His metal arm whirs as he makes a fist and grunts at your words.
“Dont say things like that Malysh” He husks against your lips. You get a surge of confidence and grab his metal hand and place it on your inner thigh.
“Why not?” The faux innocence drips off your tongue as you look at with with doe eyes. You can feel the grip of his metal hand tighten on your thigh as you groans. What you don’t know is he is fighting an internal battle right now. A part of him wants to absolutely devour you and the other part doesn’t want to hurt you and wants to cherish you.
“Because i wont be able to control myself if you continue” He says honestly as all traces of self control slowly fade away as you grip his hand.
“What if i dont want you to? What if i want you to ruin me solider?” And that’s all the needs before his head is dipping under your dress and slipping off your panties.
He lifts your dress to your hips before he dips his tongue into your wet folds. His hands spread your pussy and focuses on sucking your clit which had you screaming.
“oh fuck-“ You moan as Bucky picks up his pace and sucks at a faster pace. He looses himself in the way that you taste. Bucky eats your pussy as if he’s never eaten before, They way he devours you can only be described as feral.
“fuck i’ve missed your pussy malysh” He moans into your clit as he slowly adds two fingers into you.
“i’ve missed you daddy” You mewl as his fingers hit that spongey in you when he curls his fingers up. Bucky smirks at you as you moan and picks up his pace as he fucks his fingers into you.
“you’re mine” He grunts and brings his face up to yours. “You hear me malysh? You’re fucking mine. No one else’s. This pussy is mine and so are you” As he finishes his sentence that’s when you claw at his back and scream as you hit your climax.
“Fuck yes im yours!” You say as you try to catch your breath. He smiles he leans in and kisses you with more passion that earlier. You moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss goes on for what feels like forever until Bucky breaks it and looks at you.
His hands rub up and down your sides and he grows frustrated that you’re still in your dress. So Bucky being Bucky rips your dress off of you and leaves you naked at the edge of his bed.
“Much better” He smirks and then rids himself of his own clothes. Your eyes widen and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock standing at attention. He motions for you to lay against the headboard and you do as your told and wait for his next instruction.
“Now im gonna remind you who you belong to malysh.” He husks as he crawls over to you and hovers over you. You eagerly nod your head and slowly take his cock in your hand. His head flys back at the contact and he lets out a guttural moan.
You pump his cock a few times before he stops you and pushes himself in you without warning. “OH FUCK!” The moan comes out broken as it passes your lips. He bottoms out quickly but he doesn’t move as he waits for you to adjust to his size.
“move” You whisper as you pull his face towards you and place your lips on his. Bucky wraps his arms around your neck and thrusts into you at a medium pace. The both of you moan in satisfaction when he moves against your g-spot.
“You feel so good baby, i almost forgot what is like being in this pretty little pussy” His words are filthy as they come out and you can help but be even more turned on.
He continues to thrust into you and kiss your g-spot with the tip of his cock every thrust. Bucky dips his head down and grabs a nipple and starts sucking as he thrusts get harder.
“Yes-yes oh fuck” The moan that comes out of your mouth is straight out of a porno. He doesn’t say anything as he takes his metal hand as wraps it around your throat and lightly squeezes. Your mind goes blank and fuzzy as the pleasure builds in your stomach.
“Fucking shit babydoll i can feel you squeezing my cock. Keep doing that and im gonna fill you up and fuck a baby in you.” His words unlock something in you as he speaks. Were you aware of your breeding kink before? no. But you sure as hell love the idea of carrying his kids.
“Do it. Fuck a baby into me daddy” You egg him on as you feel yourself about to cum again.
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you baby? You’d love to carry your soldiers seed wouldn’t you? You’d love to be my breeding whore wouldn’t you?” His questions are clearly rhetorical but you nod your head in response not being able to form words right now.
“Fuck baby im gonna cum” He moans as his pace starts to get sloppier and you get closer and closer to your high.
“FUCK!” You scream as you cum all over his cock. That’s when he grabs your hips and fucks you relentlessly as he reaches his high.
“Oh fuck malysh gonna fucking fill you up.” He moans as he finishes inside of you. But he doesn’t stop fucking you as he fucks his cum into you since he really does want to get you pregnant.
“Too sensitive” You protest as he grinds his hips into you. He stops his movements and nods his head then slowly pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss.
“You did so good baby. just sit here for a minute okay?” And then Bucky leaves you on the bed real quick while he grabs a cold cloth to clean you off with. When he comes back he sees you sprawled out on his bed and smiles softly.
“Come here baby” He say as he gets in between your thighs and uses the wet cloth to clean you up. You squirm as the cold hits your core but you soon relax and enjoy the feeling of him cleaning you.
Once he’s done he throws the rag on the floor and moves to put you both under the covers. He pulls you to him so you are laying in his chest. You absentmindedly grab his metal hand and start playing with it and watching the light of the moon bounce off it.
“It really is beautiful” The words are barley audible as you say them but he heard them and smiled. He feels all his worries and fears melt away as he looks at you.
“Y/n?” He asks softly as his blue eyes look at you with anxiety.
“Yes my love?” Bucky’s cheeks go bright red at the pet name and he tries to compose himself before responding.
“I know i fucked up and i know that i dont deserve it but will you give me another chance and officially be my girl?” His nerves are starting to get the best of him as you just look at him for a moment.
“Of course i will solider” In that moment Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders as you respond. He leans your head up and kisses you in a soft and loving manner. When he breaks the kiss he just looks down at you with love and admiration.
“I love you doll” Your eyes widen at his confession not because it was too soon or anything but because he’s never said that to you before. Your heart melts at his words and your eyes fill with tears.
“I love you too solider” You whisper the words against is lips before you kiss him again.
And the rest of that night was filled with showing one another just how much love the other had. Bucky smiled down at you after you had fallen asleep and just admired you for a while before he fell asleep as well. He felt at peace with you in his arms again and he vowed to himself that he’d never hurt or let you go again.
~ Little bonus scene~
The next morning when you had woken up you were on a mission. And luckily for you your target was very easy to find. You walked into the kitchen in one of Bucky’s henley’s and walk up to your target. It took both you and her by surprise when you had pushed her up against a wall and held her by her neck.
“You ever disrespect him again and i will not hesitate to kill you and hide the body somewhere they will never find it” You spat as Sharon just stared at you with wide eyes. She immediately nodded and once you out her down she was gasping for air.
“crazy bitch” She coughed out as she rubbed her neck to soothe the pain. You smirked at her before walking back to Bucky’s room and slipping back in bed with him as if nothing ever happened.
~the end~
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Hello! Hope you’re doing well! Can you please recommend Bucky x fem reader where the reader is the villain or like morally grey? Or against Bucky (like fighting against him or something )
Villain / Morally Gray Reader
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ONESHOT
Carried Away by @buckysgoldenheart
Bucky wasn't exactly the best at assassinating the targets he was assigned to.
HYDRA by @waiting4inspiration
You’re Bucky’s next mission while he’s with the Avengers. He was given the mission because they think you’re still a HYDRA agent and that he might know you. He does remember you, but he can’t bring himself to hurt you because he remembers everything you’ve been through with him.
Till Death Do Us Apart by @giorno-plays-piano
Sergeant Barnes by @ladyeliot
You joined the Strategic Scientific Reserve with the sole intention of avenging your father’s death.
Ready To Comply by @adrinktostopyourthirst
Something had been missing. But that has nothing to do with your life time enemy standing in front of you to finally end this.
Dismantled by @adrinktostopyourthirst
You like them on their knees, but this one stands much taller than you.
SERIES
hurts like hell by @extremelyblackandwhite
she loses him at the battle of wakanda and grows into a morally grey witch trying to gain him back.
burn the witch by @dreamwritesimagines
There’s a thin line between mission and love, and spies aren’t allowed to cross that line.
one’s promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters
Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.
Cheek to Cheek by @wienerbarnes
Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, and Bucky Barnes seek the help of a condemned ex-Hydra murderer and kidnapper who claims to have psychic powers to find two missing college students.
Kill ‘Em With Kindness by @captainsimagines
You’re a vigilante with a dark past, who is recruited for a mission against the powers holding your sister hostage, and fall in love with the only person who escaped those powers alive.
Take Me Out by @shamevillain
You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware.
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Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours
While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties
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Queen of Heaven
Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Sex Club Owner! Reader
Word Count: 4K +
A/N: This comes directly after Carnivores, Vegans, and Boy Scouts, Oh My! This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU
Warnings: As usual 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. Not Beta’d, all errors my own. Woman centered Sex club, graphic depictions of sex acts, ex-free-use Sharon Carter, voyeurism, fantasies, kinks, fetishes, choking, breath play, masturbation, bi-sexual proposition, dp, sex with multiples, Switch reader, definite dom/sub play, oral sex (m/f recieving) use of pain as pleasure, Switch Bucky, restraints, slapping, spitting, explicit talk of topping Bucky, orgasm denial, cum play, use of ‘Puppy’ pet name. Basically reader turns Bucky out, lol. This is PWP.
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Two weeks after his first meeting with you, Bucky and Sharon Carter rolled up to a Tribeca hotel in a black SUV. His driver, Robbie, was also protection for his date tonight.
Robbie parked and Bucky stepped out, then went around and opened the other door for the blonde, who stepped out to reveal a black mini dress and steep black red bottoms. Bucky could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else, and although it was intended to be alluring, it had no effect on Bucky.
But he played the game, smiling at her smirk as they headed into the lobby.
“This is way outside of your wheelhouse, isn’t it Bucky? Are you sure you are not trying to give it a go again?”
Sharon turned toward Bucky and looked up at him.
Bucky stepped back and cleared his throat, establishing a boundary.
“Sharon, we talked about ground rules before we came. No. We are not giving “it” a go again. If that is a problem for you, we don’t need to go in here. Robbie can take you home. I’ll find another way to get in.”
Bucky’s face was serious, and Sharon’s smile dropped.
Sam, Steve, and Bucky each had a go at Sharon, and it just wasn’t destined to be along term thing. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get with one, or all of them, again.
“Robbie is my boy, he’s rescued me from more than one of your Valkyrie get togethers gone wrong in the past.”
Sharon looked wistful. Bucky almost felt bad. Almost. He knew how manipulative Sharon was.
“Listen Shar. You said you wanted to be friends. We are not a thing anymore. I know you love attention. Here is your chance. If we go in here, you can have some fun, and I can get what I need for Valkyrie. There is not going to be anything happening between me and you in here. Got it?”
Sharon batted her eyes.
“You don’t even want to watch? Sam loved it when we came.”
Bucky paused at that bit of information, but just decided to ignore it.
“Nope. You’re free as a bird.”
Sharon cleared her throat and smoothed her dress.
“Good. You won’t cramp my style then.”
“Right.”
Bucky took Sharon’s arm and steered her to the right, into the closed-for-the-private-function restaurant.
There was a tall man, dressed all in black, who was making sure of the identities of all who entered. After checking Bucky and Sharon in, he waved a long arm around the corner into the restaurant, where people, all dressed in black, are mingling, enjoying cocktails, and talking amongst themselves.
Sharon ordered a prosecco and walked over to a table while Bucky ordered bourbon. She picked up a card.
“This is the ice-breaker mixer portion of the evening. I’m off to find someone with a different eye color than I came with.”
She looked up at Bucky and into his blue eyes.
“See you later, Alligator.”
She smiled and glided away to a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and alabaster skin.
Bucky reconsidered what Sharon said about watching as a short redhead sidled up to him. He put on a tight smile and answered the question that she read from the card.
“Ummmm. Reverse cowgirl,” he said absentmindedly, trying to be polite while scanning the place for you.
After about 45 minutes of awkward mingling on Bucky’s part, the host called everyone’s attention and gave some ground rules detailing what was to be allowed in the clubhouse, which was not far away. The number one rule was that only women could extend invitations for sex acts. Men were free to accept or decline, or offer to watch, but nothing else.
Sharon drifted back over to Bucky. When the information was disseminated, the host, who said his name was Utu, led everyone to the club which was just down the block. Bucky and Sharon walked in silence, each contemplating the possibilities.
Inside the club was dark and drenched in red lights. There was one angel, you, dressed in all-white.
Bucky’s took you in. Your hair, which was pulled back the first time he saw you, was now a huge halo around your head, and your white leather corset was covered in buckles and bows. The garment seemed to be pulled tight to gather the soft looking globes of your breasts up nearer your face, which glowed with a light he didn’t see before.
Those eyes of yours were glowing, and those lips. How he wanted to experience them. His eyes moved lower to the bodice of your dress, which was cut so low cut that Bucky could swear that he could see a hint of your areolas. That fact made him shift his stance and attempt to will down a sudden change in how his pants fit.
Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flowed down your body. Your dress fit your waist and then flared into a short train in the back, while the front hem curved upward and showed your generous thighs made more prominent and muscular by your high platform open toed shoes. Bucky stared at your white painted toenails and discovered at that moment that he had a toe fetish.
“Welcome to Queen of Heaven, Ladies, and guests.”
Everyone was mesmerized by you. Your eyes scanned the crowd and faces, hesitated when you saw Bucky, but then continued with what you were saying.
“I am Inanna.”
Your eyes came back to Bucky, your eyes meeting when you gave that name, knowing that he knew it wasn’t the truth.
“I hope that tonight you begin to understand, and give way to your desires, whether with others, or on an individual journey to your true self.”
You locked eyes with Bucky and an electricity zapped between you again. Sharon’s head was on a swivel, watching this thing play out with you two. She cleared her throat, and that snapped you out of it. You smiled, and stepped aside for everyone to enter.
“Enjoy!”
Utu stood between you and the guests as they filed past, prohibiting anyone from coming near you. Bucky wanted to stop, but the eagerness of those around him compelled him into the club.
By the time Utu brought up the rear, you were nowhere in sight.
“Do you know her?”
“What?”
Bucky’s brain was scrambled; he’d forgotten his mission and could only think to explore his desires with you. Honestly, he’d forgotten that Sharon was there.
“Inanna?”
Bucky looked down at Sharon without registering her features.
“I don’t know anyone named Inanna.”
Bucky’s face gave away nothing, but Sharon was a smart woman.
“Right.”
Bucky could tell that she didn’t believe him.
“I’m going to go explore.”
Bucky gave her his practiced smile.
“Have fun.”
“Oh. I will.”
Sharon winked at Bucky and then disappeared.
30 minutes later, after low-key searching for you throughout the club to no avail, Bucky had gotten an eyeful of women who were seeking out their pleasures, be it by just watching, pleasuring themselves, light to heavy petting, and various sex acts with one or more partners of all genders and sexes.
Every time Bucky came upon a man restrained in any way, his heart beat staccato.
He thought of your suggestion to explore his desires. Normally, Bucky was the initiator in sex. It came with the territory because of his chosen livelihood. As a mobster, it was expected that Bucky would just take what he wanted.
But what if he just wanted to be taken? The moment that thought registered, Bucky’s world was rocked.
Bucky stopped to watch a woman ride a man, her hand around his throat, while another woman watched. The two women kissed as the man panted for air and smiled wide, blushing and flushed with pleasure.
“Would you like to join us?”
Bucky looked down at the small brunette beside him, the same one that Sharon spoke to at the restaurant, and at the huge dirty blonde male who was with her. She was nestled in the crook of his arm as his hands roamed her body.
“We would like someone who wants to experience both of us. And us them. Are you interested?”
Bucky looked from the man to the woman.
“I’m flattered, but I am still exploring. Individually at the moment.”
The brunette tsked as she eyed Bucky.
“A shame. Maybe next time.”
Bucky hadn’t considered that there would be a next time. He was just here to confront you and to use the information for leverage to get you to sign the contract, but now…
A passing waiter stopped and Bucky reached for a drink.
“Do you need anything, Sir?”
“Inanna. What does she do at the club? Does she participate? Where is she?”
The young male looked at ease in the black leather straps that comprised his uniform. His codpiece was large and Bucky wondered if he were on the menu for the female members as well. He wondered if you had broken him in. He wondered if the waiter gave you pleasure. He wondered what your kink was….
Bucky’s mind started to spiral as the waiter answered with a velvet voice that Bucky found oddly appealing. He wondered if there were anything in his drink or if it was the club.
“Inanna is everywhere. I’ve never seen her participate, or been invited to her space, but there are stories. She mostly just watches.”
He indicated upwards and Bucky looked up to see cut out rectangles near the warehouse high black ceilings. He saw a flash of white and immediately understood.
You were up there. Watching everything.
When he looked back down, the waiter had disappeared.
Bucky took a drink and scanned the clubhouse. His eyes paused momentarily at the image of Sharon on a huge red bed engaged in double penetration with two muscle-bound males, one blonde, one brunette, while she sucked off another brown skinned adonis.
“Hmph? Who would have thought?” Bucky said below his breath as he headed back toward the entrance.
He explored the welcome area more closely, and found a panel in the wall. He looked around to ensure that no one was watching, and opened it to find a flight of stairs, black but illuminated from below by red lights. He gulped as he looked up the staircase.
Your heart was beating wildly. Bucky was finally making his way up to you, and the anticipation had you wet. You would have thought that he would have figured it out before now, but you underestimated his curiosity.
The way Bucky paused to watch people doing everything you wanted to do with him made you thrill. But he was taking too long, and you didn’t want to touch yourself tonight. You wanted him.
So you sent Paolo over with drinks to give him a nudge.
Ever since the encounter in your office, you felt things you hadn’t in years, if ever.
Your mind would not stop creating made up scenarios of playtime with James Bucky Barnes. There was something about him that made you want to let down your walls.
The moment Bucky saw you upstairs, he knew it was over for him. Your scent enveloped him and pulled him closer to you. He took in your form, and all of his bodily systems ramped up.
You’d removed the train to your dress, which showcased your legs and as he stared at them, he decided he wanted to experience them close-up.
You watched James Barnes enter your space and stand there, sex on legs in a black and leather suit. His eyes roamed your body with possession and you watched him greet you, not with words, but with a full body expression of lust. You noticed his tongue absentmindedly poking around in his cheek; you decided that he must be thinking hard.
You decided to forgo the formalities.
“Why are you here, Mr. Barnes?”
His eyes finally met yours.
“Call me Bucky.”
You scoffed.
“I most certainly will not. What the hell is a Bucky?”
Bucky chuckled, then came closer to you, taking note of your reactions. Your eyes told a story your demeanor did not.
“I am here to ask you to sign the contract again. This little enterprise of yours would be very interesting information for some people. I’ll keep your secret, and offer the club protection, if you join our organization.”
Bucky circled you as if you were prey, and he couldn’t know how much that turned you on. You craved the primal, pure emotion of desire. He was taking you there.
“The terms of your contract are untenable. I am not a fool, Mr. Barnes.”
“Everything is negotiable. Inanna?”
He questioned your alias as he stared at your ass, which was a delicacy that he had to taste. You turned your head as he lingered behind you.
“See something you like, Mr. Barnes?”
Bucky circled back around to face you and licked his lips, that tongue snaking out and almost destroying your soul.
“As a matter of fact… I do.”
You moved forward, as if into his arms, but just as he was about to raise them, you brushed past him and seemingly floated to a bar in the corner of the room.
“Take off your jacket, Mr. Barnes, and we’ll talk.”
You indicated a yellow couch. Bucky looked at his phone and saw a text that Robbie was taking Sharon home, and Bucky was pleased at that. He took off his jacket and sat down, eyes scanning the room to view the toys displayed on the walls.
You brought him his drink and sat down beside him.
“What do you know about sex play? Kinks? Fetishes? BDSM?”
Bucky took another drink.
“I know the basics. What all those are. Safe words. But I’ve never really…not seriously…beyond the occasional girl with a Daddy kink… Never really used a lot of toys. Well. Not like these. My sex life has been pretty straightforward.”
Bucky indicated your room and you looked around. And then back at him.
“My sex life is pretty straight forward, Mr. Barnes. I either relinquish control, or I gain it from my partner. I am a Switch. Which means that I can be dominant.”
You stared at him and he flashed back to the meeting in your office.
“Or submissive. Sometimes it depends on the day, the mood I’m in. Or sometimes I can be both within a matter of minutes.”
Bucky started breathing hard. He felt intoxicated, but he could usually hold his liquor and this was only his third drink.
Must have been you.
Bucky stood up, if only to maintain control.
You noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled into your drink. You watched as he examined the toys that were on your walls, and the equipment built in taking the opportunity to roam away from you. He stopped at the restraints. He sipped his drink and looked up to see how it was connected to a track in the ceiling. You observed his curiosity. You could read him like a book.
“These look like they can move anywhere you want them in the room.”
His voice was plaintive, soft, and wistful.
“They can. They come in very handy in some scenes. Do you want to see how they work? Do you want to play with me?”
You put your drink down, walked over to the wall and raised your arms very slowly and deliberately. The invitation was unmistakable. Bucky almost fell to his knees, but instead took another drink and moved closer to you. He looked in your eyes and then up at the restraints, leaning close to pull one down. The crank of gears was a satisfying sensation that helped set the mood as he lengthened the chain to which they were attached.
Bucky opened the latch and enclosed your wrist in his large hand, caressing you with his thumb. This tenderness was unexpected and you normally wouldn’t have allowed it, but James Barnes was proving to be your weakness.
He looked into your eyes again and then fastened your arm into place. The way you sighed and settled into being restrained made his cock even harder. He fastned the other wrist and witnessed a distinct change in your demeanor. You were definitely more relaxed. You looked up at him and he was under your spell.
Those eyes had a hold on him.
“Thank you, Sir. My words are simple: green for good, yellow for caution, nearing my limit, and red for stop immediately.”
You looked up at him. And Bucky understood that he was responsible for you now.
“Good girl.”
You trembled and bit your lip.
“Would you like for me to show you the range of the restraints?”
“Yes.”
You took a deep breath and stepped forward, Bucky walked backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off you. You walked around the perimeter of the room and Bucky stopped to watch you, observing your legs, your ass and your breasts which were slipping out of the leather bodice.
Bucky stood in the center of the room. He pointed to a spot in front of him.
“Come here.”
You did as he asked and stood, waiting for a command.
Bucky reached for your bodice and pulled the cups down, letting your breasts fully spill out.
“Be still.”
Your body thrilled as Bucky lowered his mouth and licked each of your nipples, making them pebble against the air of the room. Then, he straightened and watched your face as he twisted your nipples with increasing intensity.
“What is your word?”
“Green, Sir. I’m used to clamps.”
Bucky slapped your breasts and pulled on your nipples, making you bite your lip and fluids leak down your thighs.
“I didn’t ask for all that information.”
You cast your eyes down, pleased at how this was going. Bucky jerked your chin up, then kissed you, mouth bruising your lips. Then he pulled back and his hand traveled down to your waist and around, squeezing your ass, and then back round to finger your folds through the leather. His fingers found snaps.
“Eyes on me.”
Bucky slid down to his knees and carefully freed your lower body from the leather. Bucky looked up at you as he placed one thigh on his shoulder. Then he gazed at your most intimate physical part.
“I’ve wondered how you would look, feel, and taste down here.”
You bit your lip, but did not respond as his fingers reached up to feel your wet folds, and to dip into your heat. His eyes dropped with the pleasure of anticipation, then he looked straight at you.
“You are going to give me an orgasm, when I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
You whispered it. You’d never been this overwhelmed.
Bucky pinched your clit.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Ah! Yes, Sir!”
You screamed it into the room and creamed on his fingers. He was fucking you with them now, and the only thing holding you up was Bucky’s strong hand.
Irrationally, you dreamed of running your hands through Bucky’s hair as his face moved into your creamy center. But you were restrained. And it was for your good.
It would not do to fall for James Barnes.
Bucky maintained eye contact as he began eating you out. You tasted like pomegranates and the feel of your velvet innermost parts on his tongue was sublime. He could only imagine how you would feel wrapped around him. He wanted to take his cock out right then for some relief, but he decided to focus on you.
You watched, heard, and felt him lick, slurp and suckle your labia, cunt, and clit, and you gave him what he wanted quckly. And all over him.
Bucky stood up, taking off his drenched shirt, eyes on fire.
“Good girl.”
He reached for you and kissed you again, giving you a taste of you. He unbuckled his belt and you trembled, but he didn’t do what you were expecting.
“My turn.”
He was leading you back to the wall.
“Can you let me experience the other side, Inanna?”
You didn’t imagine that he would assent so quickly.
“Oh, Yes, Sir.”
You smiled at him as he unfastened you. You stepped away from the wall and flexed your wrists, testing your flexibility. Bucky reached for your hands to soothe them and you shoved him against the wall, much like you did at your first meeting. Your forearm was against his throat, but your breasts were pressed against his chest.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?”
Bucky grinned.
“No, Inanna.”
“Then don’t. Unless I order you to.”
“Yes, Inanna.”
“What are your words.”
“Same as yours, Inanna, Red, Yellow, Green.”
He was inordinately happy.
You slapped Bucky’s face, and you saw that tongue poking the cheek you’d just reddened.
“Wipe that fucking smile off your face.”
Bucky just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.
You pressed your forearm harder, and watched as Bucky gasped for breath. You released him and you could tell he was suppressing a smile.
“Hands up, Mr. Barnes.”
You stayed where you were, your breasts brushing against his chest and driving him crazy as you fastened him in. He craved you already and even though you were right there. Even though he was fastened to the wall, Bucky felt free.
This was the best feeling ever.
You pulled Bucky’s zipper down and reached into his pants, finding more than suitable. You looked down and smile.
“Oh, Mr. Barnes. Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself. Am I always going to have to clean you up?”
Bucky stopped himself from nodding vehemently at the promise of more.
You dropped his pants around his ankles, hemming him up not only by his arms, but by his ankles as well.
You kneeled down and rubbed him from tip to balls, and extended your fingers behind, ghosting over his hole.
“Hmmmm. About nine inches. And thick too.”
You looked up at Bucky, almost giving him a heart attack.
“I am pleased.”
You licked him all over, collecting all of the fluid on his cock, then you deep throat him, causing a low rumbling moan in his throat. You proceeded to give him the filthiest pep talk he ever had between your slurps and gags. Your fingers teased him to the point of delirium. He’d never felt like this before.
“Why do I want fuck you with my strap, Mr. Barnes?”
Bucky pulsed in your hands involuntarily at that. It was unexpected. You stood up and pulled his mouth open, spitting on his tongue.
“Swallow.”
He did as he was told and pulsed for you again, mouth falling open for you to kiss him.
“You like that idea, hunh? Getting as good as you give?”
You began to tug on his cock, stroking him for dear life as he whimpered under your control.
“Don’t worry. We’ll start with 6 inches. I’d bet you’d cum all over the place.”
Bucky buried his head in your shoulder as you jacked him mercilessly, afraid of his feelings about the situation.
“I’d go easy on you. At first. We could start with a plug. I’d have you, ass up on my bed, legs wide, while I lick that special hole of yours, and then push it in slowly. Then, I’d turn you over and then ride your cock into the sunset.”
You were stroking his cock and grasping his neck, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“D’you think you could you fuck me well enough? Do you have it in you to put it in me? Do you want to be my Puppy?”
This time, Bucky nodded.
You slapped him again.
“Can I use your cock for my pleasure? Any time I want?”
Bucky’s pupils were blown, and his mouth was open and gasping for breath.
HIs tongue came out and moistened his lips, his eyes on the point where your hard nipples were pressing into his chest as you stroked him.
“I’m going to fit you to my throat again. And you better not cum.”
Those words almost made Bucky cum on the spot and when he saw you on your knees, he wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge.
You worked and kneaded his balls firmly, careful not to hurt him, but just on the edge of pain. It was so much pleasure.
“Mmmmmm. A cock ring. That is what you need to control yourself. Right Puppy?”
Bucky would have agreed to anything at this moment.
You stroked him over your breasts, his tip rubbing your nipples and then you licked him from root to tip, plunging your mouth around him as you deep throated him again. Your tongue and throat were magic, Bucky went to stroke your hair, but his hands were restrained and he almost lost it.
The feeling was indescribable. He whined.
“Love to hear your cute little sounds, Puppy. So adorable.”
You spit on his cock and took him in your mouth again, pulling suction on his member and pushing him down your throat to make him dangerously close. Then you stopped.
Bucky’s whines and sounds were getting to you. You needed to get off again.
You peeled off your garment and lay down in front of him.
“I’m going to get off Puppy. You watch and you better not cum. Pay attention.”
Your eyes watched his jumping cock as Bucky’s eyes were plastered to your hands, which pulled at your nipples and circled your clit in tight, insistent, fast circles. You saw his balls draw up and his cock jack higher.
“Careful, Puppy. You don’t want to cum all over me right now. Don’t do it.”
You started inserting your fingers and all of a sudden your back arched and you squeezed your breast and your orgasm began. Unfortunately, so did Bucky’s.
“Fuuuuccckkkkk!”
Bucky roared. He had never come so hard before, untouched, and all over everywhere.
“Oh no… Puppy. You didn’t….”
You sounded disappointed as you played in his cum and Bucky pumped more spend on you.
You got up and walked into the adjacent room to take a 5 minute shower to clean up while leaving Bucky restrained.
While apart, both of you contemplated what just happened. You thought of ways to pump the brakes and Bucky was scheming on how to make you his. Both of you knew you were doomed.
You came out in a white robe and your hair tied up. You looked more beautiful than ever, and relaxed.
You smiled at him as you released him from the restraints and handed him a warm towel.
“Clean up. You are welcome to use my shower. Unfortunately, because you did not follow my instructions, you will need to leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Before Bucky could respond, you were gone through another door, leaving Bucky to quickly shower and dress, and make his way down the stairs.
He found himself out on the street, hearing the door latch behind him. He wanted to turn back around and pound on the door for you, but he just texted Robbie.
Halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, a message appeared on his phone from an unknown number.
Let’s do business, I have some contingencies, but I’ll sign the contract. Call me tomorrow to set up a meeting. – Inanna
Bucky saved the number and smiled.
Sharon texted a moment later.
“Well? Did you get what you wanted, Bucky?”
Bucky ignored the text and asked himself, “Who the hell is Bucky?”
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I was wondering what happened when Steve's wife found out that he cheated or has been cheating if she does.
Steve (Unwanted)
Mildy Dark! Reader X Cheating! Steve
(OneShot)
Go below the marker if you'd like to skip to the story.
Warnings: Mentions of Cheating, restraints. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.
So I would like to state that when I read darker pieces with Steve, I prefer him as the dominant aggressor (if you will). Why? Well, because in canon, he’s such a goody-two-shoes. The thought of someone so well-regarded doing such depraved things really gets me going. However, when I received this ask, I never really put much thought into what kind of person Steve would get married to in this regard. Of course, Steve is obsessed with his wife, much like Bucky is with his. Of course, Steve would do anything to keep his wife, things Bucky had already done in Unwanted. But then I thought, what if she was a Sociopath?
Then this fic was born. Enjoy.
Check out my series Unwanted if you haven't alread (The universe where this Steve is from)
You never thought you’d find yourself in this situation, it was expected, but you didn’t take it seriously.
THE Steve Rogers, the Golden Boy of the US of A, was being unfaithful to his wife. Ouch! Galavanting across the city with a coworker who had a husband of her own… Double Ouch!
You weren’t usually a vengeful bitch, but this circumstance had you seething. The affair had been with Sharon Carter, a woman who’d been in your home multiple times. Someone you’d even gone on double dates with until last year when you found out that she and Steve had been exchanging extremely friendly text messages and ridiculously long phone calls at ungodly hours.
You tried not to let it get to you, with the threat of insecurities being brought up, but eventually, you had to tell Steve to stop messaging her and to stop inviting her into your home.
He was always bad at listening.
When you found he was still messaging her, he insisted it had only been due to some issues with work.
A few weeks ago, Steve had gone to ‘visit’ Bucky, and you didn’t believe him. You thought he planned on seeing Sharon and was using Bucky as an excuse. You suspected it wouldn’t have been the first time. The thing was, you had no way to prove it, and you knew you couldn’t follow Steve without getting caught. You tried.
To your surprise, he’d been back in 45 minutes and spent the entire rest of the night fucking you into the bed. The feelings, the noises, and the smell all grew to be a bit much, and frankly, you couldn’t keep up.
‘Did Sharon not feel like fucking?’ you asked when he finally laid on his back to rest. Your own eyes closed, and your body set in fatigue from the rigorous bonking.
Sometimes you just couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut.
Steve just about had a fit, one would’ve thought that you questioned his manhood with the way he was berating you for your uncouth language. He left to get ready for work in a fit, and you just shrugged your shoulders.
It wasn’t until you checked your phone that your suspicions had been confirmed.
Steve just admitted to me that he’d been cheating on you.
The message comes in a few hours into your coital activities. It came from Bucky’s wife. You’d only met her a few times, but she seemed lovely.
Why would she message you this? Did this mean that Steve went to go see her? Why would Steve go to visit Bucky’s wife? Why would Steve admit to cheating, to her?
Receiving this news has been a blow to you. You loved Steve, and he loved you, at least you thought he did, and you suspected the cheating, but it didn’t feel as real as when you received that message.
One moment, you didn’t know what to do, but then you knew exactly what to do all at once.
Back to present day, you had Steve tied up in the buff, cock rock hard, pointing to the ceiling. He had a smirk on his face, and you had his eyes covered with a blindfold.
You bent over the bed, giving a long lick on his frenulum, and sucked the tip into your mouth. The action causes your own pussy to dampen. You pulled him into your mouth a few more times until you felt a twitch in his shaft and removed yourself.
“Babe,” he groaned.
“Patience,” you say, climbing on his head and sitting on it. He engulfs your clit in no time, lapping away at your folds like a man starved as you grind your pelvis into his face, chasing your climax. When you finally release, he guzzles you down like a delicacy lost.
When you finally perch yourself on his cock, you push down a gasp escapes from your lips. Steve groans impatiently as you stay still, basking in the stretch he gave you.
You move your hips, grinding your clit against his pelvis as you move him in and out of your cunt, you bend over to push your mouth against his in a sloppy kiss, resting your feet on his thighs, as you fucked yourself on his cock. The moment gets more intimate as you take charge and your juices flow. Steve braces his legs against the bed as he fucks upwards into your pussy, intensifying the sensation.
God, you were going to miss this. His penis, his mouth, his face, his body. Stevie Boy was a fine fucking specimen, and the thought that you lost him to fucking Sharon Carter, did something to you, and it wasn’t good.
Your anger, forced you down harder on his manhood, pushing both of you into a mind-blowing climax. He releases inside you, and you collapse into his restrained form.
After a moment, you felt him twitch, indicating that he was ready for round two. But you were done, so you got up, and started getting dressed. He seemed to sense that something was off and finally opted to speak.
“So, What was that about?” He gave a nervous chuckle.
You grab the TV remote and sit next to his subdued form on the bed, removing his blindfold, in the process.
“Honey?” he asks.
You turn on the TV, and several images of him and Sharon popped up on the screen, and that seemed to shut him up. You had asked Nat for help in gathering evidence, and she was more than willing.
“It’s funny how brave people get when they think no one is paying attention,” you say, when gesturing at a photo of him and Sharon fucking on a beach.
He pulled on his cuffs and seems to be surprised when it doesn’t work.
“Vibranium cuffs,” you say. “I told Tony to make them, for more excitement in the bedroom.” you shrugged. That was a lie, you asked Pepper and she had Tony make them for you. You felt like he would’ve asked too many questions.
“Besides you haven’t even gotten to the best part,” you press a button on the remote, and there you are, getting railed doggy style by Sharon’s husband. “His cock isn’t as good as yours, but that hardly mattered.” you paused “I still got to cum,”
Steve is livid, he pulls hard against the cuffs and for a moment you think the bed frame will break, but when you inspect it, you are safe, for now.
“Tit for Tat,” you say.
“You grew cold and we stopped having sex-” he started, but you interrupted.
“Oh I’m sure you were fucking her long before then,” you state. “Don’t worry, I sent Sharon a copy of the presentation,”
“You bitch! you’re going to fucking pay for this,” he growls.
“Oh, look at that, the golden boy is making threats,” you say in an apathetic voice.
He pulls again, and you hear a ‘ting’ of something popping off, but he seems too angered to have noticed.
You go into the nightstand and pull out some divorce papers, placing them on his chest and patting them twice.
“Don’t forget to sign these and send them to the office,” you say.
You pull a bag from under the bed and walk out. The last thing you hear before leaving is.
“Alexa, call Bucky,” with a loud growl.
You laugh all the way to your car, and drive off.
Of course, you were hurt, but it felt good, knowing that you sent the knife back.
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Clean/is it over now?
This whole story was basically inspired by clean, is it over now, now that we don’t talk, wonderland, style, basically the whole 1989 album, all too well 10 version, and illicit affairs
Can you tell I love Taylor Swift? 🤭
Nomad grey! Soft dark! Steve rogers x reader. Cheating!!!! Angst!!!! Depressed reader, tony dying. The time line if messed up do t do the math I already tried lol. Reader is Tony Starks, daughter, but race or looks are not described. 
Seeing his blue eyes in the forefront of your mind was haunting. you couldn’t get clean off of him His whispers had changed every muscle in your body to love him and only him. Was it over when she laid down on your couch was it over when he unbuttoned your blouse? Was it over then and is it over now? The question you asked every night, or when you walked in every room that held the blondes with love eyes. Your scorned young body, a solider returning half her weight, the blue muse hidden from view hurting from seeing the flashing lights as he showcased her to all.
Steve Rogers was your first lover, only 18, and somehow the family friend since your early teen years was gone and replaced with a man of love and stolen kisses. His hands fire, his lips held unfished unspoken ‘I love yous’. If your love is over, why do you wait? Why do you hide in your hidden places he took you so no one could hear your sweet nothing relationship and moans. Why are you still writing pages about a love story that has ended?
You remember the tension in the last years before the full out. His smile on your 18th birthday, him slow dancing with you, everyone at the party drunk or too blinded by the American dream to notice he was more then a family friend or uncle Steve, your father's co-worker and avenger. Blushing in arms, your teenage heart bursting in shy looks away from the man holding your waist. Then by next celebration, Only ever held hands with a boy and suddenly a lover, what an unexpected transition for an 19 year old girl. Never knowing how love worked nor how cruel his could be.
Now 25 never had another lover, the habit for you never left, still lost in wonderland though he was lost in anothers. Trying to find a cure, to bring dust to people, standing in a room with the rest of (what's left of) the Avengers brings acid up your throat. The secret too big to share with your father and how his old best friend broke your heart, it ate you alive for lying, dying. Dying feeling like the world's worst daughter, watching him sacrifice himself while whispering to you how much he loved you was the ground falling underneath what made your sky.
Steve picking your crumpled body off the ground crying at your father's asleep feet to forgive you for your secrets. Sobbing into the man you loved and hated, hated for leaving you scared and confused during the civil war. You sat at home heartbroken praying he was okay and that he would just sign the damn papers, that your father didn't kill him, while he made out with Sharon Carter. Pounding on his chest screaming at him to let you go, you struggled in his arms while he tried to calm you down.
You yelling at him that it was all his fault, only the two of you knowing what you meant.
After that you didn't talk to him, what was really left of the Avengers lives in the compound and so does Steve's new finance, the younger blonde, who giggles like you did, he’s not afraid to tell people he loves her. The pain mixed in with love unrequited.
A mission in the tall mountains was the reopening of the love affair, you think of jumping off every tall somethings just to see if he comes running, but no.
“I’ve missed you” he spoke to you leaning on the kitchen island, you sitting at the dinner table eating soup, you ignored him. “y/n”
“Let's leave the past where it belongs,” you said
“Babygirl please” Steve pushed himself off the counter, pulling your chair away from the table, now squatting in front of you. His hands holding yours.
“You’re engaged, we shouldn’t requel our relationship now, and I can't even look at you without wanting you” you admitted softly to him looking down at your lap where your hands and his lay.
“I still love you y/n, and I know I left. I know I should have come back to you baby. I’m a sick man but your my love baby and I can't see you love me everyday while I pretend she's you.”
“No, do you think I didn't see you, there was flashing lights at least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight, were we over when you kissed Sharon? You try and find something better in every girl's bed-.”
Steve kissed you deeply cutting you off, his hands moved to your shoulders pulling you closer. You kissed him back, the feeling different from the innocent love, that the devil he was truly letting himself mask in it.
His arms wrapped around your waist, and your legs wrapped around his. He took you to bed, naked bodies meeting again. His thrusts drove moans out of you like no other.
“You're still my baby, c'mon I’m still your Stevie” his words kissed your skin. “Say it, say you're still mine, I’m still your daddy” he demanded his thrusts becoming harder.
“I-i love you Daddy” you squeaked out Steve smiling at your words knowing he still had you after all these years.
“Don't you ever take away my baby again. You’re my baby.” after his words, you moaned loudly your face buried in between his neck and shoulder. Cumming full force.
“That's it babygirl, cum for me.”
Steve and you laid down still naked in each other's arms, feeling his warmth.
“We’re staying here, I'm not going back to her,” he spoke sternly
“What?” you replied back, pulling away so you could see his face.
“We’re stayin’ here, we’re gonna build a family and I’m not letting you out of my sight again baby. You’re mine. I love you” Steve said still stern but with a dark look in his eyes.
“I’ve watched you hurt and be alone far too long, I've saved the world for you, killed for you, wanted you… Say it back y/n”
“I-i love you, Stevie”
10 months older, a baby five months in. You can't quit, you can't say you got clean. 10 months older now he can admit there was no mission just a trick to get you back.
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The Wrong One
Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader
Reader meets Steve while he is on the run and sticks with him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter.
Chapter 14: Gotcha
Warnings: swearing, angst
After waiting out of sight to make sure Sharon was taken care of without getting caught up with the local authorities, Bucky helped a dazed Y/N into the car. He tried to engage her but she seemed almost catatonic except for the barely audible humming of the theme song from Camelot.
Sam sat in the back seat with her and put an arm around her shoulders, hugging her to him and speaking softly. "It's alright sweetheart, Sharon is gonna be fine and we will have Winnie back before you know it."
She stopped humming and looked up at him "Steve did that to her, I don't understand. How could he do something like that to her, to anyone? Something happened to him. The quantum thing touched his brain or something, Steve wouldn't do that." She grabbed his arm tightly "What about Winnie? Is he going to hurt her? Sam we have to find her!"
Sam rubbed her shoulder "Hey hey, it's alright we're gonna get her back, I promise you. He wouldn't go to all this trouble to get her and then hurt her." He shook his head sadly. "And Steve will be dealt with so he can't do anything like this again.
We've got you."
Bruce was helping Bucky with the gps tracker and app to figure out where Steve was headed to next.
Bruce sighed "He's moving east, probably to Monaco where there's no extradition treaty with the U.S.. That will make taking him into custody more difficult."
Bucky scoffed "He will need to survive what I'm going to do with him when I find him before I worry about extradition. If we catch him before he gets to ask for asylum and I beat him half dead and stuff him in the trunk then the rest is irrelevant. When the public finds out what he has done, no one will be interested in protecting him."
Bruce shook his head "This just doesn't make any sense. He isn't acting like himself."
Y/N sneered "Or he's finally acting like himself after playing a part all this time."
Bucky looked at her sadly "I don't think he was playing a part when we were kids but that was a long time, and a shit ton of trauma, ago for both of us. I didn't think he would ever leave you but here we are." He sighed "I'll be honest, right now I'm not interested in how he got like this, saving Winnie is all I really care about. If he survives, and Winnie is safe with Y/N where she belongs, then maybe we can see what's wrong in his head."
Bruce looked at Bucky with wide eyes "What do you mean 'if he survives'?"
Buckys voice was cold "Exactly that. I won't be holding back except to protect Winnie. If I go up against him I will do whatever it takes."
Sam nodded "I'm right behind you, Buck. However it goes."
Bruce looked pale and fell back in his seat mumbling "Yeah, me too."
Sam contacted Shuri and Brunnehilde asking them to meet on the outskirts of Monaco in the morning. He also contacted a field agent assigned there to work with law enforcement to find Steve and Winnie, with firm orders that they weren't to engage, just report.
Y/N fell asleep as they drove in the dark, she leaned up against Sam so he tried to keep still and quiet so she could rest.
Bucky drove as fast as he could on unfamiliar roads at night.
He was relieved when the sun started coming up and they passed the border into Monaco. He woke Bruce up to help him find the safe house where they were supposed to meet Shuri and Brunnehilde.
When they arrived they didn't see any cars or other transportation nearby but considering Shuri's tech, that didn't necessarily mean anything.
As he pulled into the drive the front door opened and Shuri came bounding out.
She smiled sadly at Bucky "My favorite broken white boy." And hugged him tightly "I'm glad to see you but wish it were under better circumstances. Let's get inside and see what we are dealing with."
She turned to welcome Bruce, then Sam who was trying to move without waking Y/N. Unfortunately he failed and she groaned at the sunlight in her face.
Bucky rushed to the door closest to Y/N and helped her out carefully. She shook her head trying to clear out the cobwebs. Once she was standing she saw Shuri "Princess, thank you so much for your help I don't know how-"
Shuri shook her head "To start please call me Shuri" she moved over to hug Y/N gently "and second, you don't need to do or say anything. I will always help the White Wolf and have a deep seated anger for people who imperil children. It sounds like your Steve isn't the man we all believed him to be."
Y/N sighed "I don't even know what to think about him anymore."
Shuri took her arm and led her towards the house "Let's move inside to figure this out. We have food ready."
The first thing they saw was Ayo standing in the doorway, keeping an eye on the princess. When Bucky passed her she nodded "White Wolf" and he returned the greeting before introducing her to Y/N.
Then they could see Brunnehilde in the kitchen, plating up a variety of breakfast foods. Once everyone was introduced they sat down to eat and discuss the situation.
Y/N sat listlessly, picking at her food, moving it around the plate without actually eating anything.
Bucky sat next to her, worry on his face at her demeanor. He whispered softly "Hey doll, I know you don't feel hungry but you need to eat, to keep your strength up for when we find Winnie."
Shuri saw Y/N's lack of interest in her food and asked her to step away from her meal for a moment.
When they were in the hall Shuri stopped her "I brought a breast pump for you, the best of Wakandan tech. It's set up in one of the bedrooms, with plenty of bottles to fill and an ice chest for storage. James said you forgot to bring yours." She gently rubbed Y/N's arm "You'll be more comfortable and able to deal with whatever comes next if you eat and pump."
Y/N nodded, looking down so Shuri couldn't see the tears tracking down her face "Thank you."
Shuri looked at her sadly, no one deserved this. "Think nothing of it. There are also clean clothes and plenty of hot water. I think we will rest until sunset, it will be easier to retain the element of surprise in the dark. Please take care of yourself and before you know it your little girl will be in your arms again."
Y/N nodded, doing the best she could to keep from collapsing in a heap of sobs. She steeled herself, Winnie needed her to be ready to deal with Steve again. She would do it for her.
She went back to the table and ate as much as she could stand, then pumped which made her feel a hundred times better filling up 4 large bottles before it slowed down. Then a hot shower with some delicious smelling products. She put on a large t-shirt and climbed into a large bed, listening to Bucky shower.
When she was almost asleep she felt Bucky climb under the blanket and pull her close.
Y/N was only able to sleep for a few hours before the nightmares started. Bucky helped soothe her but she couldn't go back to sleep. It was after 3pm so they both suited up, although hers was just jeans, a t-shirt, jacket and boots. Then she helped Bucky with his straps and buckles, lastly securing his collection of weapons.
When they left the bedroom they found Shuri and Ayo making sandwiches for everyone.
They all loaded up into the aircraft Shuri brought since it had a stealth mode so he wouldn't see them coming.
As Shuri and Ayo prepared to take off, Bucky's phone rang, private number, he answered and put it on speaker "Yeah?"
That familiar voice replied "Is Y/N there? She really needs to hear this."
Bucky snapped "She's here, say your piece."
Steve chuckled "You should be nicer to the man who holds your girls daughter. We wouldn't want anything to happen to precious little Sarah."
Y/N felt like she was going to throw up and gritted out "I'm right here. Talk"
Steve sighed "That's no way to talk to the love of your life. Anyhow, this is what's going to happen. Y/N, You will come to me and the three of us will go home and live our lives without any interference from your second string Avengers. If any of them, or anyone really, comes to mess with us or you try to mess with me, Sarah dies first, slowly so you can watch knowing it was your fault, then you."
Y/N worked hard to keep her emotions in check, holding Bucky's hand so hard her nails left marks. "Her name is Winnie! I don't believe you would go to all this trouble just to hurt her."
"It's not my first choice but actions have consequences. We can always make more."
"Why do you even want me, Steve? You left me behind without any consideration once, how can I trust you?" She took a breath, feeling like her heart was going to burst "And what you did to Sharon...."
Steve laughed "I can't believe you all care so much about a turncoat like Sharon. How is it that the great team of Wilson and Barnes didn't figure out that she's the Power Broker who wants more super soldiers? At least, as long as she can contain them. She had everything I did to her, and more, coming.
Regardless, get yourself into a car and come to the address I'm sending you. Alone. I see anyone else and well, you know."
She was shaking, trying not to lose it "Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Looking forward to it, sweetheart."
As soon as the call ended, Bucky spoke up. "No, there's no way I'm letting you go in alone. I can hide myself in the back of the car or something. I don't trust him, doll."
She smiled softly at him, "Of course we can't trust him but we need to play along to keep Winnie safe. You guys have the stealth Shuri jet and I'll take the car"
They revised their plan and Bucky watched her get into the car and drive towards the meeting place, scared that he would never see her again.
A short while later she pulled up to a small house that was far enough off the pavement that it just looked like the woods from the road. She crossed her fingers that her team was overhead since she had refused any coms, not wanting to take the chance that Steve figured it out.
She walked up to the front door which was opened before she could even knock. Steve gave her a broad smile but there was something wrong with his eyes, something darker.
Her eyes widened at his attire, an all black suit like his regular tactical suit but instead of a star on his chest the Hydra octopus.
He noticed where her gaze was directed and cleared his throat. When she looked up at him he winked.
"Like it?" He smirked "Come on in, do you want something to drink? Or eat?"
She shook her head stiffly "I'm fine, thanks."
Steve tutted at her "Now honey, you need to relax. Soon you will be back with Sarah, who's napping, and we will be on our way home where none of your friends can bother us"
"They used to be your friends before you got all crazy."
He laughed "None of you figured it out? That's just sad."
He grabbed her and pulled her close, one hand on her lower back and the other on her neck. She tried to pull back but he was too strong and kissed her. He checked her ears for coms and frisked her intimately to make sure she wasn't wired or carrying any weapons.
She turned her head away and even bit his lip but he just laughed "Oh sweetheart, don't you know I like it rough? I'm not the Steve you used to know. I'm going to train you to be my perfect wife and sex toy." He kissed her again, forcing his tongue in her mouth and pulling her hair painfully when she tried to bite him again.
He held her hair tightly as he kissed down her throat, nipping her painfully.
"Where I came from, you're dead. When you found out you were pregnant you tried to run from me. I sent the Winter Soldier after you with strict instructions that you were not to be harmed. Unfortunately for all of us he got carried away. It wasn't really his fault, he was in love with you too and was so worked up by the chase that he fucked you in the alley where he caught you. He was too rough, broke your pretty neck.
I think he thought that you were his reward since you had been so many times. Sadly I had to kill him too, what good is a weapon that doesn't work right?"
He ripped the front of her shirt and continued his 'inspection' "When your Dr Strange started messing with the timeline I went to our Strange and learned about the multiverse. He works for Hydra now, like anyone worthwhile. He didn't want to help at first but I convinced him. He's waiting for me to contact him and he will bring the three of us back. You will be the wife of the most powerful man in the world and we will have so so many more babies."
"Where is our Steve?"
He grinned "I'm touched that you still care. Don't worry, I didn't kill him I just explained to his nurse how bad it would be for him, for her, for her family, and anyone else that got in my way if she didn't keep him in the house and away from any means of communication. She will be notified when we are safely away from here and he can live out the rest of his useless existence."
A loud crash distracted them, Steve looked in the direction of the noise. "Gee sweetheart, I hope Bucky doesn't accidentally kill you here too. I guess I should go look."
While Steve was monologuing Bucky and the rest had disabled the house alarm system and started going through the rooms.
Sam found Winnie and her eyes lit up "Sssaaa Sssaaaamm"
He picked her up carefully "That's right baby girl, we got you. Let's go find your mama"
He quickly got both of them out of that room and started looking for Y/N.
Winnie clapped "Maaa Maaa peeeesse!"
Steve ran into Bucky in the hallway and grinned "Hey buddy, how about you leave before you get someone killed."
Bucky looked at him with pure hate "The only one who might get killed is you and I'm ok with that."
"But I'm your oldest friend" Steve mocked
Bucky scoffed "I don't even know you. Some knock off from a parallel universe means nothing to me. You hurt my girls so I'm going to hurt you."
Bucky and Steve went at each other until Shuri entered the room from behind Steve and hit him with an electrical jolt, then quickly restrained him with vibranium handcuffs.
Y/N was up against the wall trying to stay as far as possible from Steve, when she heard crying and babbling echoing from the hallway. Her head picked up and her eyes darted around frantically to see where it was coming from.
When Sam entered the room, holding her baby, she gasped and started crying then moving towards them.
When she saw her mother, Winnie clapped her hands and started squirming in Sam's arms so he had a hard time holding on to her. "MaaMaa!!" She cried and babbled.
When they reached Y/N, Winnie grabbed her mama and wouldn't let go.
Y/N's knees were weak and Sam held her up as she cried and hugged her baby, looking her over for any injuries. She kissed all over Winnie's face, telling her "I love you" over and over.
Since Steve was secured Bucky hurried over to see his girls and make sure they were alright, with tears in his eyes and relief in his heart. He enveloped them both in his arms and all three of them relaxed.
Sam and Bruce took Steve to The Raft until Dr Strange could decide what should be done with him. Sending him back to his own universe would give him the chance to return and cause more trouble but his Hydra might come looking for him if they kept him here.
Bucky took Y/N and Winnie to the safe house where they fed an put pj's on Winnie before laying down with her between them. Y/N nursed her while Bucky rubbed her back. His girls fell asleep but Bucky couldn't, he needed to keep watch, who knew what plots were being worked up to get the super soldier baby. He had to keep them safe and close.
Chapter 15
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#james bucky barnes x reader#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#angst with a happy ending#steve rogers x reader#the wrong one
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Before you (17)
Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?
Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Lady Sharon, Peter Parker, Peggy Carter,
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, flashbacks, blood, threats, ooc/dark Stephen Strange, mentions of murder/cheating/all the shit happening five years ago, fluff, hurt & comfort
A/N: Sharon is Peggy’s cousin for my story.
Before you masterlist
<< Part 16
Five years ago…
“Peggy, if you want to become queen, you must make sure Steven will forget about that other girl. The king is already weakened. In a few years or maybe months, Steven will become the king. If he does before he found a bride, he’ll marry that worthless harlot.”
“What can I do?” Peggy cries. She desperately wants to reignite the spark between her and Steve. “He loves that girl. Even if his father doesn’t want Steve to marry her, his heart will always belong to Y/N.”
“What if,” Sharon smirks darkly, “the girl is gone? People die every day.” She shrugs as Peggy looks at her cousin with wide eyes. “What? You want to become his wife, make sure the girl is dead.”
“But…” Peggy hesitates for a moment. “How? I cannot do it. I’m good with a knife, but killing someone…”
“Nonsense, Margaret. We will find someone to do it for us.”
“Us?”
“Yes,” Sharon stammers. “I want his brother, James. He’s so silent and mysterious. Imagine, we will rule this kingdom together.”
“Queen Margaret,” Peggy nods to herself. “I only need to get rid of that omega girl. Steven will forget about her soon enough and will be all mine…”
“Y/N,” Steve chases after his brother, “please be safe. Please. I can’t lose you.” The king panics. If he loses you again, he’ll not survive. “My love! OMEGA!”
“Y/N!!” Bucky is the first one storming into your chamber. He growls your name, as his teeth grit. He snarls like a wild animal when his brother enters the chamber moments after him.
“Sharon,” the king’s worst fear comes true. He faces the woman behind the attack as she holds a dagger to your throat. “Let her go and you won’t be harmed.”
“My king.”
The woman holding your life in her hands chuckles darkly. She presses the dagger harder into your skin, drawing blood.
“Let her go,” Bucky warns. His eyes dart left and right, searching, hoping for a way to save you. He can’t think straight as he fears, Sharon will kill you.
“My king, Lady Y/N,” Peter gasps as he enters the chamber, Sam close behind. He grips his sword tightly while looking for a way to free you. “Lady Sharon. What is this about?”
“What do you want?” the king uses his alpha voice.
You stiffen at his commanding tone; Sharon does the same. Her arm goes lax for a moment, but she gets a grip of herself very fast and presses the dagger even harder into your skin.
“Your alpha voice won’t work on me,” she cackles. “I know how to break out of your spell. No alpha will lure me in.”
“I asked,” Steve tries to tame his alpha. You look at him, scared and confused while your blood soaks the gown you’re wearing, “what do you want?”
“I came here to get rid of that thot,” she huffs now. “It was so easy to convince Margaret to kill that omega and her family. She always was a little—” Sharon smirks darkly as you whimper when she mentions your family, “dull.”
“Let my omega go,” the king grits his teeth. Spit runs down his chin and his eyes darken. “Now!” The alpha is close to losing control. Just one more step and he’ll turn into a raging alpha. “I will kill you!”
“STEVE!” Bucky warns. He needs to make sure his brother doesn’t lose control. If he does, you are lost. “Let her talk.”
“My poor cousin, so in love with an alpha not caring about her,” she laughs loudly. “I made sure that omega dies and then, Peggy can’t even get pregnant.”
“Steve,” you whimper. “I’m scared.”
Steve’s heart hurts seeing you so scared and vulnerable. He’ll give the world to save you and make sure you are never going to be scared again.
“She won’t hurt you,” Bucky softly says, but there is an edge to his voice as he glares at Sharon. “I promise.”
“I’m not done here,” Sharon warns. “I will have my moment now. I was always standing in Peggy’s shadow. Even though, I was the one behind all of this. I was the brilliant master, not her. I came up with the plan and I told her to get pregnant by King Howard. It was all me.”
“We know all this Sharon. And yes, it was brilliant of you,” Steve tries to keep his voice even. If he says the things swirling in his mind, she will kill you. “I never thought you were behind all this…”
“You don’t know every detail, my sweet Steven,” she purrs and dips her head to lick over your cheek. “After she finally got pregnant, I knew my time has come. All I had to do was push my luck a little.”
“What did you do?” you whimper.
“I read a lot of books,” Sharon chuckles. “Just like your friend Strange, I read about poison, potions, and magic. I found a way to make sure Margaret never will stand in my way again. She was such a lovely corpse, don’t you think?”
“Steve,” you swallow thickly. “You should thank Sharon for doing all this for you,” you slide something out of the sleeve of your dress. “She did it to impress you.”
“I am impressed, indeed,” Steve plays along. He holds out his hand for Sharon, fighting the urge to rip her throat out. “Lady Sharon, would you tell me more about it in private?”
“Do you think—” she screams in pain as you ram the colorful shard you were hiding in your sleeve into her thigh.
Bucky moves in a split second. He grabs her hand, the one holding the dagger, and breaks her bones.
Sharon cries in agony, whimpering as the dagger falls to the ground.
“Chain her up,” the king orders as Sam and Peter step toward Sharon. “She won’t harm anyone ever again.”
Her moment is gone. Her life was forfeited the moment she put her hands on you.
Before she could rise, Sharon fell.
“Y/N. Omega,” you want to throw yourself at Steve and never let him go, but you hug Bucky first, thanking him for reacting so fast. “My love?”
Steve whimpers as you whisper something in Bucky’s ear. The alpha nods before you rush toward Steve to hide in his arms. “Grant.”
“Buck I—” Steve’s voice cracks. “You saved her.”
“She saved herself,” Bucky pulls the colorful shard out of Sharon’s thigh, making her cry even louder. “Your omega is a strong one. She didn’t need saving…”
“You’re safe with me,” Steve didn’t let you go. After the healer took care of your wound, the king brought you to his chamber.
He made sure that you had a warm bath and gave you one of his shirts.
Steve knows Bucky saved you, but he couldn’t stand his brother’s scent on your skin.
“She just came to my chamber. Sharon said she wanted to borrow one of your books. It was my fault,” you whimper. “I let her in, Grant. You told me to be careful and I let her in…”
“Omega, my love,” he tuts as you hide your face in his chest. “You did nothing wrong. Sharon would’ve tried to hurt you either way. I failed you. Not the other way around.”
“You, Bucky, and the others saved me. Bucky saved me,” you sniffle. “I should thank him again. He knew exactly what I wanted to do.”
“Bucky said that he saw the shard in your hand. He knew you wanted to tell me too but I didn’t realize it. I was too out of it,” he nuzzles his nose in your neck. “Sharon will never hurt you again. Strange will take good care of her for me…”
“Lady Sharon,” Strange walks toward Sharon, chained to a wall in her cell. “What a pleasant surprise seeing you here.”
“We got company, huh?” Rumlow laughs in the cell right next to Sharon’s. “I never thought to see a woman again. Makes this place even nicer, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t care who ends up in my hands,” the sorcerer whispers lowly. “Woman. Man. Knight. King. Begger. It doesn’t matter to me and my … science.”
“If I were you,” his other prisoner grunts, “I’d tell him everything he wants to know and more. It’s easier this way…and less painful.”
Rumlow wraps the blanket the sorcerer gave him tighter around his body, shivering while fighting the cold and fear.
“Well then…shall we begin, my lady…”
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#steve rogers#king!steve rogers x peasant reader#king!steve rogers x maid!reader#alpha!steve x omega!reader#a/b/o#medieval au#steve x reader#steve rogers x you#Before you (17)
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why can’t ceo/pb sharon be groping me in front of a mirror manipulating me into doing her bidding, smth like “you’ll do as you’re told, won’t you? you know what happens when you don’t.” pretty homophobic tbh /j
ITS SO HOMOPHOBIC THAT SHES NOT BLACKMAILING ME RN!!1
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HALLOWEEN IS UPON US!!
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Hey May- Mayhem? Midnight? Do you have a preference? Let me know I wanna respect whichever you go by. 🩵 But either way I’ve been enjoying your headcanons so much!! And if you’re taking prompts, if not you can ignore this, I’d love to read some domestic grocery trips with all of the women or a fic with one you’d like to write. I think Carol and Nebula would be an interesting experience to take them with you lmao honestly all of them would be but something abt them makes me think they’d be all grumpy until they pass, aka stop at, the toys section and grab one
On the counter was a cardboard box
love this❕ and call me whatever one you feel like!! thank youuu
carol danvers
danvers hasn't been to a store in a while, and it definitely changed since the last time she when grocery shopping. why is everything so expensive? but she'd be willing to go but she wouldn't be so excited. she didn't like going in the 60's she probably wouldn't like it now. but if she's with you it's okay. she'll b a whiney baby and just like "babeeee when are we going home?". when you can't reach something she'll reach over you or literally lift you to it. then she'll be like "here you go baby". she'll be riding the cart around too, like a child on the loose. but if you buy her twinkies everything is okay.
sharon carter
sharon would actually be helpful omg. she'd hold you're hand the whole time and even make a list. if you ask for her opinion she'll state why one is better. and if you disagree she'll be like sweet and get that one for you. home girl is eyeing the whiskey the whole time judging the crappy ones they have on display, then giving you a full rundown of why to never get that one. she'd definitely offer to pay for you and you gotta fight her with to just not. it's not that it's not nice to have someone pay for you but you got money.
darcy lewis
dr would be so fun to shop with. she'd jam out to the playlist theyre playing over the speakers. she'd take random pictures of you too. and she deff would jump on your back and make you carry her around the store. you two get into arguments about cereal and shes a firm cheerios hater. she's also an almond milk girlie. and as if it were a ritual you two cheek the sweets section. if she seems smt over priced she'll be like "we can literally make that at home babe". then if you guys go past the tots section you definitely get a kick out of them. you guys spend more time in the toys section then the adult section. she also has a very strong opinion on specific pads. darcy definitely gives you puppy eyes if she sees a fuzzy blanket you two could add to your collection.
nebula
nebs is completely lost😭 she's never been to anything that wasn't some sort of space market. and you have to repeatedly tell her she can't just open a bag of snacks or punch a mannequin because they were "provoking her". she'd also be holding on to you super duper tight. to assert dominance over you of course. and she'll glare daggers if anyone looks at you. and if any workers offer assistance she'll be a little mean. you gotta love your blue meanie tho. when she passes by the toy or baby section. how could a thing be so adorable. she's never say anything tho. and she'll only calm down if you buy her a plushie. she'll even smile if you buy her one. if anyone even looks at her blueness you literally jump them.
maria hill
maria's gotta get shit done. so she doesn't really like spending time doing or looking at useless things. so when you drag her to the store she's not very happy. but you try you're best to cheer her up, her pout is so cute tho. you say it'll be a fun couple bonding experience, so she feels bad acting so annoying. she'd definitely geek out in the pen aisle. but if you're stuck between to cereals shes no help. she just says "i don't know love, you chose" she'll watch you in adoration as you pick out stuff and smile when you see something cute. she'll offer to hold the basket or shopping cart. she also loves dark chocolate and always checks out the stores coffee selection.
kate bishop
katie is like a child in the store. she kinda stays glued to you if they're too many people around but if it's rather empty she'll be touching everything. you two spend a while discussing in the snack lane. she also likes to sit in the shopping cart when you've been theyre "way too long". she'll be trying to convince you to by little things like you wouldn't do anything for her. kate also grabs little toys kids have left around after their mom said no. and if she accidentally pokes a toy and the package breaks she'll make her cute little face nd put it back silently.
a/n sorry if maria's and kate's are a little sloppy, i usually run outta ideas when i get to them but gotta do them justice❕❕
#carol danvers x reader#sharon carter x reader#darcy lewis x reader#nebula x reader#maria hill x reader#kate bishop x reader#marvel imagine#marvel x reader#wlw#carol likes twinkies
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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" Pt5
Rated: Explicit
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, predatory behavior, teacher/student, bathroom use control
Summary: Bucky's parents ship him off to Steve's reform school to help him get straightened out into a "proper young omega."
Part 5 - In Science-Based Practice, cont'd
(Wait! I haven't read a previous chapter! Masterlist)
Handing the Barnes kid off to Sharon is … more difficult than it should be. And it bothers Steve once he’s alone in his office again and can really think about it. How easily he’s crossed the line with this boy already.
It’s not the touching or the dominating. That alone is nothing out of the ordinary, practically par for the course when dealing with a troubled new student. But as soon as Bucky’s gone, his scent still lingering in the room, Steve is feeling guilty for how personal he’d made it. It’s not even his behavior so much as it is his thoughts. Steve is affectionate with many of his omega charges, especially the more high needs boys, but it’s what was going on in his head that was so inappropriate.
He’d been picturing Bucky in situations—namely situations with him. He can’t lie to himself that he hadn’t been imagining the heated aftermath of a well-deserved spanking: Bucky bare-assed and red faced, crying, crawling, mewling for permission to warm Steve’s cock. Or the boy in his bed: in the morning after a long night spent breeding him up, that sweet, soft body underneath Steve, sleepy and pliant, getting fucked lazily into the sheets …
He spends a moment at the door after he’s closed it behind Sharon and Bucky. That entire wall is dark woodwork, bookcases surrounding the elaborately carved doorway. He leans his weight through his arms and stares at the floor, taking in a few deep breaths and trying to convince himself that all of this has just been a reaction of circumstance. Surely, he thinks, it must have more to do with the divorce, with his heavy workload and his dealings with Peggy and the lawyers. It must have to do with all the stress; brought on by the restructuring of Carter Academy, by nights spent sleeping on his office couch, and by the uncertain future of a house that he’s currently persona non grata in. It’s all of that, plus his ever growing need to get laid that’s made him so sensitive to being around an omega, not anything particularly special about Bucky.
Steve pushes away from the door and turns around. His eyes fall on the discarded set of underwear on the floor in front of his desk. He tenses, belly swirling hard at the memory of that sweet little whimper Bucky had made when he’d lost control and wet himself. Fuck, it’d been amazing. Steve had almost popped a knot right then and there, watching the way the boy’s eyes had gotten all big and watery and confused, his cheeks pinked up so nicely, not fully understanding what his body had just done …
Nostrils flaring, Steve stalks over to where the underwear lie on the carpet and snatches them up, intending to chuck them straight into the bin. But … something stays his hand. He winds up walking around the desk with them, sitting down in his chair and holding them in his lap, staring at the tiny wet patch of release that Bucky left behind in the cup of the jock. It’s wet like urine but clear and sweet-smelling like slick, and Steve is struck by the urge to bury his face in it.
Even from this distance, the scent is noticeable; pungent and rich, an obscene perfume that Steve instinctively wants to rub on himself. It calls to all of his baser urges, making his skin feel hot and his dick feel heavy. Hesitatingly, because he knows that he shouldn’t, Steve lifts the underwear closer to his face. Halfway there and already the scent is enough to make his mouth water, his throat aching from a repressed growl. There’s something buried in that scent that Steve wants to tease out, something earthy and floral that’s uniquely Bucky, that promises so much more of what the omega has to offer. Steve groans quietly at the thought of tasting it. When was the last time a student released for him so easily? Bucky had responded to him so naturally …
He growls and shoves the soiled underwear away, pushing them halfway across the desk. It’s nothing, he thinks. He’s just pent up, stressed. He just needs to get laid. Maybe he’ll go into the city next weekend, rent a room and find some company. He’s never had much trouble chatting up the nearest person at a hotel bar, or attracting a willing partner to his bed. Omegas flock to him and have ever since he took control of his dominance in his late twenties.
Steve’s never been unfaithful to Peggy, and even now with the divorce, he’s been waiting until everything is finalized, not wanting to tarnish the vows that he’d meant so earnestly when he’d said them fourteen years ago. But an alpha his age has needs, and he’s been suppressing them for years. Maybe it’s time to cut himself some slack, call up a pairing agency and buy a companion for an hour or two. Get his mind off of this kid.
He’s dealt with thousands of students over the years, seen plenty of fresh-faced omegas pass through the school’s halls. And sure, sometimes there’ll be one or two that stick out in a given year; an especially defiant boy or a sweetly virginal girl, with beautiful faces, ripe young bodies, and a soul-deep yearning to be handled, but there’s never been one that especially stood out to him like this. Not like this.
Steve groans and cards his hands through his hair in frustration. He’d felt more in-tune with himself as an alpha during that short time with Bucky in his office than he has in a long time. He’d enjoyed himself with Bucky, had indulged himself in provoking the boy’s reactions, and even crossed a few lines of propriety if he was being honest with himself. It plagues his mind for a while, as he leans back in the desk chair and frowns, remembering all of the various ways he’d let himself be a little too intimate with the boy.
Bucky’s such a pretty young omega, and he’d smelled so good. Watching his defiance warring with his natural submissive urges had been delightful, every little twitch of insolence and natural, mewling submission going straight to Steve’s cock. There’s just something about him. He’s uncommonly beautiful, with his dark hair and soft chin and stormy blue eyes, but it’s his behavior that has Steve enthralled.
All that hurt and neediness he’s trying so hard to hide, not only from others but from himself as well. A hastily cobbled-together shield of promiscuity and callousness. It’s pathetically see-through, terribly desperate, and it gets Steve’s cock harder than anything he’s dealt with recently. Right from the very first, bratty word that emanated from Bucky’s mouth, up until that last, puny whimper. Steve hasn’t been completely flaccid since the boy started mulishly snarfing scones off the tea tray in front of his parents.
“Christ.” He pushes out from the desk when he feels his pants growing uncomfortably tight again. His office has a private bathroom, and he abruptly decides to make use of it. He won’t get any work done if he just stays sitting here, stewing in his own pheromones.
He stomps over there and shuts himself into the tiny water closet, leans against the door and jerks himself off ruthlessly, efficiently, coming into the toilet bowl with gritted teeth and a laboured grunt, his hand gripped viciously over the base of his shaft to prevent an inconvenient knotting. It’s unsatisfactory because he’s still denying his body what it really wants, but it’s enough to release most if not all of the tension for the moment.
Not having been given their fair due, his balls still do kind of throb and ache in complaint as he tucks himself back into his slacks. But on the positive side, he was already so worked up when he started jerking it that he’s able to honestly say that he didn’t really think of Bucky while he was at it. He didn’t really think of anything besides the feeling of his own hand on his dick.
Sighing, he washes his hands and goes back out, settling in at his desk to submit the form he’s filled out on Bucky’s heats and to compose a preliminary assessment. Already, he thinks he’s got a good handle on where a lot of the boy’s issues stem from. He opens a new file for student assessment and types in a few points that he’ll return to elaborate on later, once he’s had more interaction with the boy:
“Boyfriend” + brief, insufficient pairing aged 14 — unfulfilled?: Abandonment complex, betrayal complex, trust issues.
Parental situation: lacking authoritative father figure, preoccupied beta mother, dominant unrelated male beta in the household. No healthy A-o relationship modeling.
Values: liberal school system, beta peers, common social expectations (not being a burden, not displaying strong needs, etc.) Emotional repression, mock-dominant behavior, cutting.
Review: history of suppressant use, medical exam
It’s a shorthand that he’s typed out for many other students, reflecting a devolving behavioral pattern that Steve could recognize in his sleep at this point. Just another classic example of what you get when you try to ideologize a pubertal omega out of their biological needs, urges and instincts: catastrophe.
He hopes that Sharon will be a good fit for the boy. She’s one of the more laid back Handlers, and Steve is hoping she’ll be able to ease Bucky into his new lifestyle here at the school. If not, then more severe dominance will be needed, and Steve might have to take a more hands-on approach.
He closes out the documentation on Bucky and navigates to his email, shooting off a message to the school nurse informing her that he needs an exam scheduled for a new student. Bucky being on suppressants for two years shouldn’t make Steve as uncomfortable as it does. There are omegas out there who take that poison for decades or more, after all. As long as Bucky stays off it from here on out, there should be minimal chance of long-term harm. Irrational as it is, Steve still knows he’ll feel better once he’s seen the results of a full medical workup on the boy. He marks the appointment request as 📨*Stat: urgent priority.
There’s a message from Schuyler & Banks—Peggy’s divorce lawyers—and rather than ignoring it like he wants to, Steve forces himself to open it and deal with whatever drama they’re lobbing his way now. The email informs him that his soon-to-be ex-wife is requesting his signature to agree to listing the house. Steve growls at the screen and immediately starts typing out a response that uses a lot of big words and essentially amounts to another adamant No.
This may be the biggest thing he and Peggy have fought over since the separation started. They bought the Pendergast Street house nearly ten years ago, with full intentions of growing old and grey there together. It’s a two hundred year old cottage, practically picturesque with its wattle and stone exterior, thatched straw roof, and one of the village’s canals running directly behind the back garden. It’s small and cramped and thoroughly lived-in, and it’s the place where Steve thought he’d spend the rest of his life with the person he loved. It kills him that Peggy wants to sell it.
She doesn’t need the money, Steve thinks angrily. And he’s already offered her fair market value for it. Pegs is just being vindictive and trying to deny him the ability to keep the place and the memories it holds, bitter about Steve wanting to one day maybe have a family there with someone else. He emails his refusal on the matter and cc’s his own attourney, pissed off at Peggy all over again, and moves on to dealing with his actual work-related matters.
There’s an email from P. Potts, informing him that Stark will be flying in for the upcoming parents’ weekend, and requesting coordination on a suitable landing site for the man’s personal helicopter. Steve rolls his eyes and forwards the email to his secretary to sort out. If the Stark foundation didn’t give a hefty endowment to the academy each year, Steve wouldn’t put up with the man’s antics. But it does, so he does.
Peter Parker is an intelligent and precocious student who attends Carter Academy at Tony’s behest. The two are of no relation, as Steve had initially assumed. Rather, Parker is Stark’s ward and attends through a STEM scholarship program. The Stark foundation sponsors several such scholarship slots each year, of course; but Tony has maintained a keen eye on the boy’s education since he started there, and Steve has gradually become aware that the billionaire’s interest is … more than strictly philanthropic.
It’s not unheard of for an older alpha to care for an omega that way, even in this day and age. Steve himself has considered the prospect before. Taking on an omega youth as a dependent partner wouldn’t be frowned upon, and especially not in the circles he himself travels in. It’s more his role as headmaster that might act as an impediment to propriety, and Steve has always been careful to avoid worrying the parents, alumni, and other various benefactors of the school that he may have any conflicts of interest with respect to their sons.
Some of the most posh and exclusive families in Britain and Continental Europe send their children to Carter Academy, and they certainly aren’t dropping sixty grand a semester so that their children can be matched up with some stodgy academic. Steve may be educated and financially stable, but he still isn’t the sort of match that most of Carter Academy’s parents are looking to fix their sons up with. He has no vast fortune, no estate, no title, and—perhaps the biggest offense of all—he’s American.
With a student body made up of nothing but omegas in their prime breeding years, it’s fair to say that Steve is—and always has been—surrounded by prospects for temptation each and every day. He’d honestly thought himself rather numb to it at this point, able to separate work from pleasure, students from everyone else. All those years married to Peggy and he simply had to be that way, if he wanted his marriage to work.
But now he’s getting divorced. That changes things. With the Barnes boy, he’s finding the temptation to take on an omega mate newly rekindled. And Bucky would be so easy to mold and shape the way he wants. Steve could help him, he could care for him. Bucky’s young and healthy, he could give Steve pups, and his fiery temperament would only make the act of subduing him that much sweeter.
Steve’s eyes slide back over to the underwear on his desk, to the wet patch of release that Bucky’s body had given up so readily for him. Steve’s not sure when the last time was he came across an omega to whom he felt so naturally inclined. The draw of the boy’s scent alone is … considerable.
Unable to get it out of his mind, he opens a new email and begins to compose a short letter to Tony. Maybe it’s time the two of them have a bit of a sit down chat. They can have drinks, catch up, review next year's endowments from the Stark Foundation, and perhaps even veer into discussing more personal topics … such as the intricacies of responsibly grooming impressionable young omegas.
Bucky doesn’t see Steve again for the rest of that day, and he’s both relieved and disappointed.
Relieved, because he definitely needed a break from that high pressure situation. Naked or no, he certainly couldn’t have sustained much more interaction at that level of intensity. He’s not sure if he would’ve gone to his knees and face planted in Steve’s crotch first, or thrown a tantrum and tried to punch the guy square in the nuts, but he’s smart enough to know that either choice would’ve been a disaster.
Disappointed, because he’s left feeling utterly bereft once all of that rich, heady stimulation is removed.
It’s one of those times where he doesn’t realize that he likes something until he’s had it taken away. Instantly, he misses being in Steve’s presence, the realization peeling back as he’s led about by Sharon in a sort of informal orientation session. He wonders why Steve chose her to be his handler, because she’s not at all similar to the overbearing Headmaster.
Sharon seems really laid back and chill. Bucky doesn’t feel on edge or self-conscious around her, and she doesn’t seem to be overly concerned with his behavior in any outward way, either. Sure, she keeps her eye on him, she explains the rules, but the vibe Bucky gets from her is more like a slightly disinterested older sister who’s showing him the ropes, rather than someone who’s going to be exercising any kind of severe authority over him. It’s not that bad, or at least not like what Bucky was picturing it would be like. Sharon’s okay, he decides. Sharon he can live with.
But, if Steve truly thinks that Bucky needs so much structure and discipline or whatever, then Bucky can’t fathom why he’s been paired with Sharon. She’s certainly a poor substitute for the utterly dominating, older alpha male that Bucky encountered earlier, and he winds up distracted and reimagining the things Steve had said and done to him in the office, daydreaming about it while Sharon shows him the library, explains school rules, tells him she’s a low-protocol Handler, etc., etc.
Even the things that’d made him so mad and humiliated at the time; now they elicit different feelings. Bucky’s body thrums hot and sensitive when he remembers the low rumble of Steve’s Voice, the woodsy smell of his cologne over top of his natural scent, the firmness of his thigh muscle against Bucky’s face, how big and rough his hand had looked when he’d cupped Bucky in between his legs and purred threats at him like another kind of oral sex … how he’d called him things, called him a “good girl” …
… Ohh, he thinks, as he’s walking along with Sharon. Maybe padded underwear and loose dresses aren’t the worst thing he could be wearing. They definitely do a lot to hide … reactions that would otherwise be quite noticeable in slacks. People joke about alpha teenagers getting unfortunate stiffies, but the thing about having an omega-sized prick is that there’s really no pushing it down or tucking it this way or that. Nothing between Bucky’s legs is ever gonna make it up to the helpful elastic of a waistband when he’s inconveniently aroused. Nope, he just gets a stiff length that pokes straight out from his body and can’t be concealed with anything short of a book in his lap.
So the uniform winds up having a bit of a silver lining. And Bucky does start to feel less ridiculous the longer he goes around in the outfit. It’s not as though the thing is all frilly and girly or anything like that. In fact if it’s guilty of anything, it's the cardinal sin of frumpiness committed by all private school uniforms. Nobody bats an eye at him as he goes about the campus with Sharon, which helps.
And of course Bucky’s aware that omegas dressed like this in the past, he’s just not used to it. The only other place he’s ever seen omega boys in skirts is in history textbooks or period dramas. It does help to see all the other first year students going about wearing the same thing as him and acting like it’s no big deal, and with the school being such an old, castley-type setting, it almost seems appropriate.
Plus, the boner-concealment thing. That’s good.
When Sharon asks him how he liked meeting “Headmaster Rogers,” Bucky’s left to bumble out a flustered reply that mostly consists of ‘ums’, and ‘erms’, and ‘fines’. Sharon shoots him a smirk like she knows what the problem is, and when Bucky promptly points to something random to change the subject, she indulges him.
It’s a good thing he got out of Steve’s office when he did, Bucky thinks. He doesn’t think he could’ve taken much more of the alpha’s domineering presence without doing something he’d come to regret. And as much as he’d maybesortakinda liked the things that Steve made him feel, he still feels like he’s run an emotional half-marathon in the span of little more than the hour he actually spent with the man. It’s good to have breathing room, time to think, to process … whatever the hell that’d been.
He’s never felt like how he felt in Steve’s office, and it’s embarrassing because he’s pretty sure that Steve: A) knows this, and B) wasn’t nearly so affected himself. Steve had kept his cool perfectly, had seemed more amused by Bucky’s reactions than anything else. He probably knows exactly how muzzy-headed Bucky was feeling by the end of it all, how hot and tight his belly was, how much his hole was pulsing and leaking into his underwear. Hell, Steve had as good as told him that he could tell, just by sight and smell alone.
‘You don’t have to deny it, honey. I already know.’
Ugh. God. It’s so cringeworthy. Bucky’s body had betrayed him in about a half dozen ways, back in Steve’s office, and he feels frustrated that he didn’t act with more composure. He wants a redo of the whole, horrible encounter. One where he doesn’t act just like the desperate, mewling loser that Steve already thinks he is.
Sharon takes him to settle into his bedroom that evening, and it’s a typical dorm room setup: bed, bedside table, dresser, desk, chair. There’s a small wardrobe that’s stuffed to the brim with all sorts of extra blankets and pillows—for nesting, Sharon informs him. Bucky’s never been one to indulge in the habit, but maybe it could be nice to try it here. Maybe it might feel cozy. There are a lot of really nice things inside the wardrobe, to which he feels instinctively drawn when he drags his fingers over their soft and poofy textures. He actually starts to get mildly enthused: about the idea of nesting, and about the fact that he’s getting his own private room rather than having to share a communal dorm room with a dozen other boys like he’d been imagining …
Until he spots the cameras that are up high in two of the bedroom’s corners, their little red lights blinking ominously down at him. Bucky stares up at them, calculating. The way they’re positioned …
Shit.
They cover every square inch of the room. Bucky’s heart sinks with dismay as he realizes what this means.
“Oh, yeah,” Sharon says when she sees him looking. “We call those the nanny cams.”
Bucky fights back a cringe. He hears Steve’s “no masturbation allowed” speech playing on a horrible loop in his mind as Sharon delivers a practiced spiel about how “privacy is not something students are entitled to” at Carter Academy, and that he’ll be monitored “pretty much everywhere” he goes.
Shit-fuck-shit and goddammit.
If Sharon notices his internal freak out, she doesn’t say anything. She just supervises from the doorway while Bucky changes for bed, ensuring that he puts on a fresh pair of the ridiculous double-underwear and reminding him of the no masturbation rule. It’s humiliating, and Bucky almost snaps something nasty at her, but by that point he’s so fucking tired from the overwhelming day he’s had that he merely grunts out an unhappy, “Got it.”
He briefly considers asking her if she’ll “milk” him like Steve said he could, but his embarrassment gets the better of him and he just turns to lie facing the wall instead, pulling the blankets up to his chin and ignoring Sharon as she turns the lights off and bids him goodnight from the doorway. There is no door for her to close.
-
Bucky sleeps surprisingly well, though his dreams are intense and filled with a certain Alpha Headmaster. He wakes the next day to the unpleasant combination of a morning erection, and Sharon rapping her knuckles on his bedside table.
“Morning! Time to get up, get dressed. Breakfast in ten minutes!”
She escorts him around campus like the world’s most overpaid babysitter, first to the dining hall for breakfast and then to class after that. She seems to understand that Bucky isn’t at all happy to be there, so she doesn’t get overly bossy with him or try to force much conversation. Bucky begrudgingly appreciates her for it, and he starts to think that maybe it won’t be so bad here with her as his Handler. Maybe Steve knew what he was doing, assigning them together.
Sharon’s like having an older sister—one who feels free to nag you and boss you around. Bucky thinks he can deal with that. She’s kinda hot at least, and Bucky doesn’t think he’d mind being bent over and milked by her if push came to shove, so he tries to get along to go along, so to speak, doing his best to follow the rules she points out and to not piss her off too early in the game.
The Handlers are all grad students, it turns out. People in their twenties who are studying to become educators or therapists themselves. Some are women, some are men, but all of them are alpha. They go around in stuffy tweed suits that are almost as dorky as the outfit Bucky’s being forced to wear. Overall the look is pretty unremarkable … except for the leashes that they keep on hand. Those are worn at the hip, rolled up and attached to their belts as a constant threat to keep their charges in line.
Or at least that’s how Bucky reads it, because all of the students wear collars. First years like him wear the orangish-brown, with the gradient of the leather turning a shade lighter for every year up the wearer is. There are other first years who seem to be his age, but there are also some who seem younger and some who are obviously older. Bucky’s confused about it until Sharon explains to him that, as a reform school, Carter Academy sorts its students by years of attendance, not by age.
She points out the coloring system with the collars as they pass different students, and explains the symbolism. Turns out, the little metal placards aren’t engraved with their own names, but rather with the initials “S.G.R.”—Steve’s initials—to remind the students that while they’re under the custody of Carter Academy, Steve is their acting Alpha. Mortifyingly, Bucky pops a boner the first time he hears that, and the only verbal thing he’s able to squeak out at Sharon afterwards is a strangled little, “W-what does the ‘G’ stand for?”
Bucky knows super conservative people sometimes wear collars as a sort of political statement, but it’s rare to see in the area where he’s from. At first it doesn’t seem like the collars serve much purpose other than such a statement, but it isn’t long until Bucky starts noticing the way his shoulders untense and his insides relax, even within the first ten minutes or so of wearing it. Every time he swallows, he’s reminded of the band around his throat, and he instantly relaxes all over again in a sort of weird little feedback loop. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that it’s the way the leather mimics the sensation of a Hold. Bucky can still remember how his legs had all but gone to jelly when Steve Held him in his office. The collar only provides a fraction of a fraction of that feeling, but it’s still nice.
Nice for now, anyways. He sees some of the other students being led around from place to place with their Handlers’ leashes clipped to their collars. Most of them act like it’s no big deal and walk around calmly like nothing’s amiss. When Bucky asks if they’re being punished for something, Sharon says no, blithely remarking that while it can be used as a ‘consequence’, it’s more often just a part of some students’ regular wellness regimens.
It’s pretty darn easy to spot the few students who are being led around on leashes for punishment purposes, though. Those boys get dragged around a little more sternly by their Handlers, all sullen expressions and watery eyes. Sometimes they’ve also been made to go around in just their underwear and sweaters, or even naked, their backsides visibly pinked or even bruised from recent spankings. Bucky is horrified by the realization that Steve wasn’t lying when he warned of clothing privileges being taken away. He wants to ask what on earth might warrant a punishment like that, just so that he knows precisely what not to do, but he’s too embarassed to ask.
Instead he trails after Sharon to breakfast in the dining hall, and then off to his morning classes. Given that his entire schedule has apparently been made without an iota of his own opinion or input, he’s surprised, bordering-on-startled, when his first subject of the day turns out to be English Lit. And he’s been put in an advanced placement class so that the material is sufficiently challenging.
This must be what his old Principal was making him take all that testing for, he thinks.
The classrooms all have wooden desks—the old fashioned, two seater types where the student’s seat faces the worktop and the tutor’s seat faces the opposite direction on the side. The Handlers sit in the tutor’s seats, their backs to the teacher at the front of the classroom and all of their attention on their assigned students. It’s a very intense experience, Bucky’s coming to realize, to always feel like he’s being watched so closely. He won’t be able to get away with much under these conditions, that’s for sure.
His mood isn’t too bad, however, as he makes it through that first class and realizes that he’s actually going to be receiving a real education at this place. Ever since he found out yesterday that Carter Academy was an omegas-only reform school, he hasn’t held high hopes that he’d be taught many real academic subjects, only silly homemaking lessons and child rearing classes and maybe, like, ballroom dancing or something.
So he’s quite happy to pay attention in English Lit, and then in his second period class of French 2, his spirits slowly and cautiously lifting because the teachers don’t seem to be dumbing down the material at all. Bucky may be someone who’s easily distracted, occasionally with alternative priorities, but he’s always been an A-B student. He starts to believe that he might actually receive a decent education at this place. It helps lift his mood from sullen and sour, to cautiously optimistic.
He goes about the morning in a suspended state of “maybe this won’t be so bad,” only for it to come crashing down in a series of brutal reality checks. And all before lunchtime, too.
First, he witnesses something that turns his face red and his cock rigid. It happens when he and Sharon are walking down the hallway towards his next class. There’s a boy bent over with his hands on a bench, and his Handler is right behind: spanking him. The boy’s a first year, with an orange-brown collar and skirted uniform like Bucky’s, the hemline of which is flipped up over his back and his briefs are pulled down under the curve of his bare ass.
Bucky realizes that the jockstraps can and do remain on for spanking activities, but he doesn’t stop walking to look. If anything, he walks even faster to get away from it. He’s suddenly very glad that he’s got his own padded jock on to hide his body’s reaction to the scene. “What the hell?” he mutters to Sharon once they’ve passed. Sharon just smirks and pats him on the shoulder, telling him not to worry: they’ve been having great luck with his behavior so far and he’s far off from earning anything like a spanking.
-
Well. That luck runs out when, halfway through the lesson of his next class, Bucky realizes he has to go to the bathroom. He glances over at Sharon and whispers, “Hey. I ah, I have to go to the bathroom.”
Sharon raises her eyebrow, which by now Bucky knows means: Ask me the right way.
He blushes and mumbles even more quietly, “Please, may I go use the restroom?”
Sharon nods and signals to the teacher that they’re leaving, then she guides Bucky out into the hallway and down to the bathrooms. Nothing goes awry until they get down there and Bucky discovers that: 1) there are no urinals, 2) there are no stall doors, 3) he’s expected to sit to pee, and 4) that Sharon is fully planning to watch him do it. Like, not even avert-her-eyes type watching like they do for drug tests. She plans to stand there and attentively watch him take a piss.
“You’re kidding,” Bucky says, looking back and forth between the toilet and Sharon, as if she’ll suddenly declare it a joke and move away to give him privacy. When she does no such thing and merely stands there with her arms crossed, Bucky scoffs and turns away from the toilet in refusal. “No way. I’m not just gonna go in front of you.” Sharon’s eyebrow rises, and Bucky’s eyes narrow into slits. “And I don’t sit to pee.”
“You do now,” she tells him plainly, looking very unimpressed. When Bucky moves to step out of the stall, she widens her stance and steps in closer, blocking his way out. “Are we going to have a problem here, James?”
Bucky glowers at her. “What possible reason could there be for you to stand there and watch me take a piss?!” he demands—quite loudly, too. He’s expecting Sharon to react by scolding him or grabbing him or something. What he doesn’t expect is for her to shrug as if she couldn’t give a crap, and pull out her cellphone. She taps the screen and then puts it to her ear, her eyes fixed smugly on Bucky as she calls someone.
Bucky scowls, but that expression slides right off his face when the call is answered and Sharon says, “Hello Headmaster,” into the phone. “You said to call if we ran into any misbehavior?”
Bucky blanches. “Seriously?” he hisses, and when Sharon simpers like a grade-A snot at him, he realizes that this is actually probably still what having an older sister is really like; he was just romanticizing the fuck out of it, earlier. Bucky’s always liked being an only child.
“Yes, Sir. I’ve got James Barnes refusing bathroom protocol up at the west second floor loo. Should I handle it, or are you able to swing by?” Bucky’s eyes widen and his stomach sinks even further as Sharon responds to something Steve has said over the line and says, “Okay, sure. See you soon.” She ends the call and puts her phone back in her pocket, giving Bucky a patronizing smile once she meets his—no doubt horrified—expression. “Just hang tight,” she says. “Headmaster Rogers will be here in a sec.”
Fuck.
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