#zemo x ofc

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Teaser for in-development Zemo fic

Heike has feelings about her husband's second soulmark, and she won't let him feel differently.

A/N: SHAMELESS serotonin fishing as I tumble headlong towards the new year and work on updates for all the other fics. Please do leave thoughts and comments so I can wave them in my muse's face to convince her we aren't half as shitty as we think we are.

Soulmate AU

His second soulmark appeared when he and Heike were still newlyweds. He woke to find the stamp of destiny on his arm with a slow, sick horror that soured his stomach as his young, beautiful, strong wife rolled over and saw it, too. He stared with wide eyes, stuttering, assuring her he would never betray her, that it was some kind of mistake.

She shushed him, stroking the pattern that looked just a little too much like the Zemo family crest to bloom on some stranger’s skin, and drew her hand back across his bare chest.

“It might’ve concerned me,” she murmured, “if not for this.” Her palm covered the mark on the right side of his chest, the imprint of curling lines he believed mimicked their initials.

His wife wriggled a little closer, pulling herself to lay over him so the matching marks touched, and his broken little sigh came out as a whimper.

“I’m not afraid of losing you, Helmut,” she said. “There’s just more to you than either of us realize yet.”

Everything she said was perfect. Everything she did. His perfect, intelligent, loving bride with her head for diplomacy and heart full of mischief. She only gave him a few days to settle into the idea of his new mark before she began her assault. He still did a double-take when he caught his reflection early in the morning after a shower, and despite Heike’s ready acceptance, he felt like he’d been branded for infidelity.

In the middle of breakfast, his wife had a thought and started laughing too hard to speak. He waited for the joke, echoing her infectious amusement before he knew the punchline, and when she could, she said, “You are going to have a – what do they call it? – a sugar baby!” She howled as his grin melted into a bemused frown.

“A what?”

She pointed to his arm, where the covered soulmark lingered.

“Your soulmate has just been born, Helmut. You’ll be a sugar daddy.”

More offended than anything else, he shoved away the vision of a curvaceous blond in a clingy dress with a mouthful of bubblegum. He could not imagine any lifetime where he’d share himself as wholly with such a creature as he did his first soulmate, his true soulmate. He shuddered. Were there doctors for these things? Perhaps he could have it removed. He couldn’t be the first man to discover an unwelcome and inconvenient mark. History bled with such stories.

Armed with a new weapon with which to tease and pry, Heike fell in love with his mark long before he accepted it.

“I will never love anyone the way I love you,” he’d insisted. “I would die for you.”

“Of course not, but you will love our children.” She barely waited for him to nod before she pushed ahead in her crusade. “You love your father. Will you love them less than you love me? You’d die for any of us.”

“It is not the same.”

“I should hope you feel differently about your soulmates than you do your father or children, yes.”

“That is not what I meant.” But she had given him an idea. Though rare, not all soulmates had romantic relationships. And there was the age difference to consider. “Perhaps we will be platonic.”

Heike scoffed. If she were any less of a lady, she would’ve snorted. Running her eyes from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and back again, she left him with a lingering, meaningful look. “Impossible.”

He clung to his hopes of a platonic connection for nearly two decades. But when his soulmate failed to appear as a cherub-faced child he could take under his wing and raise as some kind of adopted Zemo, he had to acknowledge the facts. Despite Heike’s insistence, it wasn’t impossible, and he respected women enough to sustain a relationship without sex even if his soulmate was female, but that may not be what his second soulmate needed. Heike gleefully pointed out he had the appetite to satisfy more than one woman a few times a year, just to remind him she hadn’t forgotten, that she wanted this soulmate in their family. Their place was open and waiting. He only had to find them.

Heike’s favorite game became highlighting newspapers and sending him emails with links to articles about how Millennials – his soulmate’s generation – were destroying a new industry. At breakfast, she’d drop a newspaper over his plate and declare, “Your soulmate is wrecking the diamond industry.”

Another time, she came home, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and announced, “Your soulmate is killing golf,” shoving the proof in his hands as she went to set down her purse.

Once he’d accepted the truth, he joined in the fun. He suggested they buy a potted avocado tree to keep the unknown soulmate fed. Heike encouraged him to drink more coffee and wear scarves.

She marched towards the dream of a brighter future, dragging him along, just as she’d always done. Of course, it only made sense that she’d meet his soulmate before he did.

#zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #heike zemo #soulmate au #poly fic #zemo x ofc

[late-to-the-party-81]

Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my!

AN: Welcome to day 23. Another fic that's a bit different today as I'm using an OFC rather than a reader insert. I hope you still enjoy. This story is set in the same universe as 'Bad Kids', but all you need to know for this story is that Zemo and Marcy are in an established 'Sugar' relationship.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x OFC Marcy Scholtz

CW: Role play, Knife kink, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby relationship, Baron Zemo's coat, mild threats of violence within Role play, age difference (Marcy is mid-20's, Zemo is in his 40's).

Word count: 1.8k

The plane lurched, and Marcy grabbed hold of the sideboard in the small galley.  Why she’d agreed to this, she had no idea, but when the magnetic man who is paying for all of your university tuition asks something of you, you do it.

With the small pocket of turbulence passed by, she smoothed down the skirt of her hostess uniform, picked up the drinks tray containing the Old Fashioned cocktail that had been ordered by the single passenger and owner of the aircraft, and sashayed out of the small prep area towards her quarry.

Her eyes lingered on the frame of the man. Chestnut hair, expertly coiffed, eyes as dark and mesmerising as the whisky in the tumbler, and a knowing quirk on his lips. He knew he was attractive - not only because of his visage but also because of his wealth. He wore a dark brown coat with an ostentatious fur collar. Marcy still wasn’t sure how she felt about wearing real fur.

As she reached his side, his smile broadened. Fuck, he was handsome. It was going to make it hard to concentrate on the task at hand.

“Here’s your drink, sir.” 

She smiled back as she placed the crystal tumbler down on the little side table. The passenger didn’t even look at it, instead focusing his gaze on her form, the way her uniform fit, up to her hair that was tied back neatly in a bun at her nape. He reached out a hand, settling it on her hip, giving a slight squeeze, before stroking down, quickly, over her ass and making a small gasp escape her lips.

The only other hostess on this flight was currently in the cockpit with the pilot, but really, that’s what Marcy needed. Instead of slapping his hand away, she placed her hand on her hip, cocking it out to the side so that her uniform skirt tightened over her backside.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?”

His smile was predatory, and for a moment Marcy wondered if she could actually do this, do what she’s been asked - no, commanded - to do. However, before she could even blink, the man had snagged her wrist and pulled her down to sit, sideways across his lap.

“Keep me company, Zlatko, whilst I enjoy this lovely drink you have made me.”

Marcy giggled, hiding her mouth with her hand coquettishly.

“I can’t believe that a man such as you ever lacks for company.”

“You’d be surprised, my dear. I’ll have you know that I’m quite picky.”

He raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip, looking at her intently over the rim.

“I’m honoured then that you would like to spend some time with me.”

Marcy tried not to let her glee take over. This was going better than she thought. She moved her hands tentatively, one to press over the man’s heart, through his shirt, and the other to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, scratching gently at the delicate skin with the tips of her manicured nails. Now all she had to do was wait.

Twenty minutes later and Marcy’s back was bouncing off the door of the jet’s private bedroom. Her skirt was hitched up, so that her legs could wrap around the man’s waist. His arms were around her back, his face buried in her neck as he kissed and sucked and bit at her sensitive flesh. She mewled and ground against him, the impressive bulge in his woollen slacks pressing up against her damp lace panties.

“I’ve never done something like this before…” Her voice was breathy as it left her throat, her mind cloudy with desire as she tried desperately to remember what she was supposed to be doing. 

“Now it is I who is honoured then, Maličký.”

Her companion started to kiss his way towards the top of her blouse and the swell of her breasts when she recalled her mission. She lifted his head and pressed her forehead against his.

“Take me to the bed. We’ll be more comfortable.”

He raised his eyebrow but did as she asked, letting her slide down his body slowly as he reached the plush mattress. Marcy eased the fur coat off his shoulders and gave him a small push to indicate he should sit as she hung up the expensive piece of clothing - she didn’t want to distract him by treating his clothes shabbily.

When she returned, she straddled his lap, hands cupping his face, before kissing him seductively. His arms wrapped back around her waist as he fiercely kissed her back, his tongue invading her mouth as groans of desire left his. His eyes closed, and that’s when Marcy decided to take her chance. Under the guise of undoing her blouse, she reached into her bra for the small, ceramic-blade flick knife. Opening it behind his back, she angled her wrist so the point was aimed towards his neck and wondered if she could actually do it.

However, the next thing she knew, she was laying face down on the bed, a knee in her back and the point of the knife now pressing against her own neck…

“Tut tut, Mačiatko. Sloppy. You need to be better than that to get me. You’d have had more luck poisoning the drink.”

Marcy drew in a shuddering breath, clenching her fists into the bed sheets.

“Please… I’m sorry… I…”

“Shhhhh…” Gently, he trailed the knife over the back of her neck to her nape, then used the point to ease the wig off her head, revealing her bright pink bob.

“There…much better. Being a brunette didn’t suit you at all.”

Squirming, she tried to shift him off her back, and when his knee lifted, she thought she’d done it, but he skillfully flipped her over before straddling her waist. He immediately resumed teasing her with the knife point again, making barely visible trails across her pale skin.

“Baron, please…”

The point pressed firmer into the skin near her shoulder, making her wince.

“Did I say you could speak?” 

Eyes wide and biting her lip, Marcy shook her head. She should have realised that this is what would happen if she didn’t succeed.

“Good girl. Stay quiet now. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for me to have mine.”

With a deft, practised movement, he changed his grip on the knife handle, eased the point under Marcy’s blouse, and cut it open. She gasped loudly, and his feral grin returned, shifting himself down her body so he could dispose of her skirt in the same manner. She was left lying on the bed in nude stockings and lingerie that matched her bubblegum pink hair.

“Now, would you look at that… it strikes me that you wanted to get caught…”

He trailed the blade over Marcy’s near-naked body, making her shudder and shiver under its fine, cool touch. It struck her that she should be scared or at least trying to make some kind of escape, but in reality, she was getting aroused. Aroused by her own vulnerability. Aroused by his mastery of the blade and his calmness. When she rubbed her thighs together without thinking, her body trying to ease the ache between them, the Baron growled under his breath.

“Enough of this.” With a flick of his wrist, Zemo sent the knife flying across the room, embedding it into the sideboard.  “I want you, now.”

His fingers tangled into Marcy’s hair, and their previously banked desire came back to the fore, rising now that the game was discarded. They writhed together on the bed, working to rid Zemo of his turtleneck and slacks. Now it was Marcy’s turn to ogle him. 

While he might be quite a bit older than her, she appreciated him physically. She wouldn’t have agreed to a change in their agreement if she hadn’t. His body was overall lean and muscular, with a slight softening around his stomach. Dark hair was sprinkled across his chest alongside a whole story told in scars. She loved to trace the silvery trails as they lay in bed together, trying to work out which of the stories he told about how he gained them were true - if any. He told a new story every night.

Her appreciative study of her benefactor-turned-lover was cut short as he pulled her panties down her legs, roughly shoved them apart, and thrust into her.

“Hel! Oh god!”

He snapped his hips and nipped at her earlobe.

“I did wonder how you were going to make your attempt. It was hard not to be on edge every second. Wondering what you had up your sleeve. I didn’t expect it to be in your bra instead…” He moved his mouth to worry at her neck, increasing the number of marks he had already placed there, marks of ownership, of mastery.

Marcy dug her fingers into his bare shoulders, pressing in crescent-shaped marks, before dragging them down his back, leaving raised welts in their wake and making him hiss against her throat.

“Two more seconds and I’d have had you…” 

Zemo slid a broad palm under the small of Marcy’s back, tilting her hips and driving deeper, and making her eyes roll back into her head.

“But you didn’t. And that means when we get home, I’ll have to punish you, Princezná. But for now…”

He slid his other hand between them, fingers easily finding the young woman’s clit and stroking the engorged bundle of nerves.

“Please! Oh, Hel, please! Oh!”

“Cum for me. That’s it. Let go and be a good girl…”

Marcy’s legs tightened around his waist, her heels pressing into his buttocks as she went rigid, her orgasm washing through her. A few more thrusts and Zemo followed her over the precipice, filling her with his cum, before rolling over on the large bed, drawing her with him.

As they lay, recovering, he carded his fingers through her neon locks, marvelling at how much her hair had grown in the few months since the start of their arrangement. His superiors hadn’t been impressed with the way he had dealt with the apparent threat to the peace that had been Marcy’s ragtag organisation of protestors, but they couldn’t really argue that it hadn’t been effective. Paying for the problem to go away hadn’t been in the GRC wheelhouse of solutions. Luckily, it was always in Zemo’s.

“Hel…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this assassin work. Even if it is pretend.”

He smiled fondly at the young woman, who he was coming to realise he cared for more than he should.

“Well, maybe next time, you could just be my maid…”

“Maybe I’ll tickle you to death with a duster…”

Zemo growled playfully, rolling them again and pinning her to the bed. God, did she make him feel young again.

“You could try, Zlatko. You could try.”

The plane flew on, towards Sokovia, turbulence-free, except in the bedroom.

Zlatko - sweetheart

Princezná - princess

Maličký – little one

Mačiatko – kitten

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#kinktober22 #kinktober 2022 #late writes #baron zemo #helmut zemo #Zemo x OFC #OFC fic #Zemo x original female character #baron helmut zemo #zemo fic

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔅𝔯𝔲̈𝔥𝔩

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒊𝒆 | 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒔!𝑨𝑼 | 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

After you helped Val and Yelena take the Baron out of the Raft, all go to a bunker, where you'll stay hid, until the day of your mission.

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 | 𝑻𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑾𝑺 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝑨𝑼 | 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 | 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍!𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒛𝒍𝒐 𝑲𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 | 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒛𝒍𝒐 𝑲𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓— 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐄𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑰𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑬𝒚𝒆 | 𝑬𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒕 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 | 𝑬𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒕 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

Ernest survived the dark events in the Cloverfield station, and when he and Ava got home, both of them were different. One night he just can't sleep, the traumatizing images in his dreams. Everything was too much to him, after all, he was only a physicist, he's not supposed to deal with that kind of insanity. The anger fills his veins when the painful memories of Kiel and Tam blow in his mind. He's crying angrily when finally notices you on his side. A comforting hand on his shoulder.

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐨̈𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝑨 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 | 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒁𝒐̈𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛. 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔 | 𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄] [𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉]

Lenz was a handsome, dangerous man, drowned in his own dirty little secrets and his own thirsty issues. One glorious night gave birth to what would become the Devil himself. This is an anthology. Same character, different situations, different times. In Greek mythology, Thanatos was the personification of death. He was a minor figure in Greek mythology, often referred to but rarely appearing in person. (Wikipedia)

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫

Inspired by the OC Patrick Klein, created by @creme-bruhlee

𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 | 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨

Inspired by the OC Father González/Domingo, created by @creme-bruhlee

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

[𝕰𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙] [𝕻𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙]

𝑰𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒎 | 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

[𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉] [𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒆]

Mateo is a man of faith, a good pastor and a just presbytery. However, even on its pure surface, the good father concealed his impure thoughts towards the young novice who always attended his masses. On a particularly revealing night, the priest comes across the entity his repressed desires have invoked. Shall he surrender to the unholy tongue of a demon?

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

@stardustandgunpowder

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 102

Welcome to Week 102

For the month of July I will adding new or small blogs to this list. This is in honor of hitting over 100 lists and 2 years of doing this. So please give these people your time like you would for well known/bigger blogs.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old.These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​ & Header by @chaotictarlos​

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 9 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie​​

Chrome & Leather - Chp 12 - (Billy x Reader, former Steve x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Mafia Pet - (Zemo x Reader) - @animnerd​​

My Little Princessa - (Zemo x Reader) - @/animnerd

Interrogation - (Ari x Reader) - @astheskycries​​

Risky - (Ari x Reader) - @/astheskycries

Incessantly - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckysbruni​​

Someday - Part 1 - Part 2 - @buckys-bbarnes​​

Having a bad day/take it out on Bucky - @/buckysbruni

Make Me Think Twice (1) - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @cryptidcasanova​​

Heathens - (Bucky x Reader) - @/cryptidcasanova

day one - (winter soldier x Reader) - @sgt-seabass​​

Slip of the Tongue - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Ransom Undelivered - (Bucky x Reader) - @lovelyavengers​​

Not Lovers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/lovelyavengers

Saturday Mornings - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) - @delaber​​

Love is a Dagger - (Loki Laufeyson) - @/delaber

Worthy of Heaven - (Ari x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming​​

To the Moon and Stars and Back Again - (Chris x Reader) - @denisemarieangelina​​

I Never Knew - (Chris x Reader) a @/denisemarieangelina

Fireworks - @writercole​​

Birthday - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​​ 

The Birdcage - Chp 5 - @caffiend-queen​​ 

Ain't No Sunshine - (Steve x Reader) - @writerwrites​​

Taken Care Of - (Frank C x Reader) - @fictional-affairs​

Chores - (Bucky x Reader) - @/fictional-affairs

I Choose You - (Steve x Reader) - @fluffycutecevans​​

New Venture - (Frank x Reader) - @/fluffycutecevans

Alpha Andy Handcuffed - @ghotifishreads​​

A Canary to Bring My Message Home - (Curtis x Reader) - @/ghotifishreads

Happy Birthday Steve - @/animnerd

Shirt - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Blue Moon - Chp 1 - Chp 2 - (Stucky x Reader) - @lfaewrites​​

Sounds of Silence - (Dean x Reader) - @jensengirl83​

Will You Still Love Me - (Dean x Reader) - @/jensengirl83

Little Spiderbro - @justalonelyslytherin​​

Big Sister (to the) Rescue - (Steve x Reader) - @/justalonelyslytherin

Language - (Steve x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81​

Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy - (Frank C x Reader x Ari) - @/late-to-the-party-81

Shed My Skin: The Story of Polaris - Chp 1 - Chp 2 - @leiamorgainedelalunewriter​​

Chamomile Tea - (Andy x Reader) - @lexivass​​

The Stove Situation - (Ari x Reader) - @/lexivass

Omega on strike - (Ransom x Reader) - @holylulusworld​​

Mercy - (Jake “hangman” x Reader) - @/writercole

Home Run Romance - 1 - (Nat x Reader) - @lovelyavengers​​

SUSPICIONS - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

The Perfect Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

Grandma's recipe - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

I Really Love Being Your Friend (Epilogue) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim​

Gone, Baby Part 6 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde​

The dutiful - Part 1 - Part 2 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @misguidedasgardian​

୨୧ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 ୨୧ - (Chris x Reader) - @hansensgirl​

drowning in your love - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @bonky-n-steeb​

Battle - (Steve x OFC) - @/nekoannie-chan

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #billy russo x ofc #zemo x reader #ari levinson x reader #loki x reader #chris evans x reader #frank castle x reader #curtis everett x reader #stucky x reader #dean winchester x reader #andy barber x reader #jake hangman x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #lloyd hansen x reader

[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save ~ S E V E N T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: because of the Valentine one shot I'm posting tomorrow, I'm posting the final chapter of The Type You Save today. It has been fun writing a different hero this time.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: S I X T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Alex stood on the grass in San Francisco, her black dress swaying in the cold wind, a storm coming in.  She sighed as she watched the casket being lowered into the ground. She tightens her grip on James’s hand as he held Drew on his other side.  

“I’m glad I was able to do this for him.”  

“Me too doll.  You ok?” 

“Its just hard.  I thought…” 

“I know Allie. But its closure.”  

She could barely listen to the prayer, her mind whirling from everything that had happened.  After everything had settle, Zemo sang like a bird.  He explained how he got involved with Grey, the threat Grey had on his family.  Grey made it seem like all he wanted was to take Alex, not explaining that he was going to kidnap Drew a week or so after his plan to break her.  

The police found Grey’s will and a letter for Alex.  Alex took a moment a couple of days after her rescue to read it.  

Alexandra,   If you are reading this, it means that I have die, probably at your hand.  That’s hard to write, considering the amount of love I have for you.   If you haven’t discovered yet, let me explain some truths.   When I first saw you, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.  I wanted you from that moment on.  But your brother refused. I tried to persuade Simon, reason with him. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out.  We buried him close to the house in Boston. I hope that brings you a little peace.   As for your parents, they threaten to harm you as they blamed you for your brother’s disappearance.  I had them change their will to leave me as their benefactor before they were killed.  I wanted to keep your inheritance safe.   I left everything to you, my pet, my queen. My hope is that this letter is unnecessary, but I wanted to be sure you were taken care of, should anything happen.   I love you so much Alexandra.    Yours,   Christian.   

Alex sobbed at the letter with James holding her as she wept.  Her entire adult life before James was built on a web of lies.  When she got confirmation of his location, she had her brother reburied.  The toll of the bell snapped Alex back to the present.  

The father completed his blessing over the casket.  “We celebrate your life Simon Richards, a lost soul that has been found and now taken to the Lord. Amen.”  

They all murmured a reply and then came to give Alex their condolences. After everyone left, Alex turned to James.  “I want to see him, Jamie.”  

James sighed, “Allie, I…” 

“I need to see him.  He did this for me.  It’s the least I can do.”  

James adjusted a sleeping Drew on his arm.  “Ok, ok.  Let me make a few calls.”  

A couple of hours later, Allie sat beside a hospital bed.  Its occupant was asleep.  She took his hand and his eyes fluttered open.  

“Hey Allie Cat.”   

Nate’s face was still pale and his movements slow but there he was three weeks after being shot.  

She reached over to press a kiss to his forehead.  “Hey Nate.  How are you feeling?”  

“Tired.”   

“Getting shot will do that.” She gave him a soft smile. “What have the doctors said?” 

“Recovery is going well. Docs say I just have to be patient to get stronger.”  

“That’s good.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles.  “We had the funeral today.”  

Nate could see the pain in her eyes.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m just glad I was able to give you that.  I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.”  

“Its ok. I probably wouldn’t have believed you then.”  She looked away to blink her tears away.  “How is your case looking?” 

He chuckled.  “Since I help saved two cops and a witness, its looking like I’ll be able to plea to a lesser charge. Maybe a year.”  

“That’s good. Steve, James and I are ready to testify for you.”  

“Thanks Alex.  I should rest. I have physical therapy in a couple of hours.”  

“Ok.  I’ll be back again now that I can get to see you.”  She hugged him gently and went to the door.  “Open on bay 7.”  There was a buzz and a click before the door slid open.  She glanced back at Nate with a smile and went through the door.  

James was sitting in the visitor’s lounge, checking his email when Alex walked in.  “Hey Allie.  How is he?” 

“He’s good.  Still kinda pale and slow but he says he feels stronger.”  She popped a shoulder.  “Ready?” She held out her hand.  

He took and tugged her to him, her back to his front, hugging her, breathing her in. Something he doesn’t take for granted anymore. “Ready, doll.  Steve called and said Drew asked if they could go to the park.  I said ok. Wanted some time with my doll.”  He placed a kiss on her neck.  

“Jamie, we are in the hospital,” she moaned quietly as he continued with his gentle assault.  

“I’ve missed you, Allie.  My perfect little doll.”  

She melted right there. “Ok, ok, get me outta here Detective.”  

“Its Sargent and you know it.”  

“You’ll always be my Detective.” She spun in his arms and looked into his stormy blues. “Take me to bed Jamie.”  

“Oh Allie,” James moaned. He kissed her hard before releasing her, taking her hand and guiding her out of the hospital.  The drive was laced with anticipation, the air heavy with lust from the couple.  They hadn’t been intimate, since before, with Alex dealing with the emotions of her past coming to light and Drew being attached to his parents in fear of never seeing them again.  James held onto Alex’s hand, his thumb moving over her knuckles, the sensation like bolts of lightening to her core.  

“Lightening touches,” she whispered.  

“What was that?” 

“Lightening touches,” she said a little louder.  “Before all of this, your touch always gave me the feeling like lightening through my skin.”  

James smiled.  “I remember. I believe it was the same night we conceived Drew.”  His smile grew wider. “That was a great night.”  

“It was.” Alex brought his knuckled to kiss. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”  

“Don’t be doll. I understand.  We’ve all been through a lot.” They made it back to their apartment.  It was eerily still.  Alex looked around as James pulled her to their bedroom.  “Tell me what you need baby.”  He sat on the edge of the bed as Alex settle between his legs.  

“I need you,” she whispered.  

“You have me, doll.” James began to kiss around the hem of her blouse.  He motioned for it to be taken off and Alex swiftly pulled it off.  “So beautiful.  My Allie,” he whispered in between kisses.  

She ran her hand through his hair.  “My Jamie.  I love you.”  

“I love you too, doll.” He stood up and lifted her into his arms.  She wrapped her legs around him as he flipped them around and he laid her on the bed. “Let’s make a baby.”  

“Now?” 

“Now.  No more threats, no more secrets.  Its just us now doll. James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex, Jamie and Allie.”  

“Never called you Bucky. But Bucky and Alex works.  Just like mommy and daddy.” She ran her fingertips over his chin. “I love you.”  

“Oh doll.  I love you.” Soon all their clothes were gone and James was hovering over his wife. He stared deep into her eyes as he rubbed his tip through her folds.  “So wet doll.  Almost as if you were excited to make me a daddy again.”  

“Jamie, don’t tease,” Alex whined.  “I need you.”  

He grinned as he sank into her, stretching her slow.  He watched as her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back. “Feel good?” 

“So good baby but you have to move,” she moaned.  James started on a steady pace, not really using force, just letting her feel good. “Oh god, Jamie,” she cried.  

“Yeah Allie.” James flipped them so she was on top.  She swiveled her hips and he groaned.  “Just like that doll.”  She bounced on him, feeling all of him. He could feel her starting to tighten.  “You close baby?” 

“So close.  You feel so good inside me.” He grasped her hips tighter, pulling her down harder onto him. “Gonna cum.”  

“Do it, love.  All over me Allie.” James grunted at the force, wanting to be closer to her.  He flipped them again and moved his hips hard. She gave a silent scream as she tightened around him.  “Ah fuck!” He let go as well, moving slower, working them through.  

They laid there a moment, the cloud of bliss still over them. The memories of lost love, love found, and love made flooded them.  James held his girl, thankful that she wasn’t lost.  She was saved.  

F I V E  Y E A R S  L A T E R 

“Andrew! Delilah! Its dinner time!” Alex called out to her children. She felt something around her ankles and looked down to see their white kitten, Alpine, twisting herself around her.  “Yes, Al, dinner for you too.”  Her children raced in, their German shepherd, Brooklyn, racing after them.  “Wash your hands!” She turned back out the door.  “Bucky! Steve! Dinner!” 

James and Steve trudged in, still arguing on the best way to fix the bike.  “I’m telling you it’s the exhaust,” Steve argued.  

“Whatever punk, the pop noises are from the clutch, guaranteed.” James wiped his hands off and went to Alex.  “Hey momma, how are you?” 

“Tired but good.” His hand rested on the small bump on her belly, and she placed her hand over his. “Still too early to feel them, love.”  

“Can’t wait to meet them love.  Its everything we ever dreamed of.”  

“It’s more Jamie.  It’s so much more.”  

James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex. Jamie and Allie.  

Family over everything.  

*~* The End *~* 

@patzammit

@texmexdarling

@slutforchrisjamalevans

@firephotogrl74

@tinkerbelle67

@before-we-get-started

@bunnyforhim

@alexakeyloveloki

@sunnyhummingbee

@peaceinourtime82

@lokislady82

@saucy-sassy-sparkly

@kmc1989

@kandis-mom

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #the type you save #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky x ofc #Steve rogers #detective AU #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 24 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 24 2023 or Week 180, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 24 2023:

 The root of all Ransom part I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly​💚💙❤️

But, I guess if I love you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll💙

My saviour chapter 58: You should listen to this! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

No good at goodbyes part X: Epilogue (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Tiny Vessels (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckets-and-trees💙❤️

Surprises (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @incorrectmarvelquotesss💙

Home sweet home chapter 1: Something just like this! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

No good at goodbyes alternative ending part I (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Liar! (Charles Xavier) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms💙

Tiny Vessels part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckets-and-trees💙❤️

Virtue & valor 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

No good at goodbyes alternative ending part II (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Million-dollar man (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @whereireid💚💙❤️

Home (Stucky X Reader) by @rookthorne💚💙

Virtue & valor 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

No good at goodbyes alternative ending part III (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Music to my ears (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @royalsweetteaa💚❤️

A rough morning (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mischiefsemimanaged💚💙

The Baron & The Avenger part 1 (Helmut Zemo X OFC) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💚💙

My saviour chapter 59: I’m gonna kill him! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 💚💙❤️🖤

Where we are (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @incorrectmarvelquotesss💚💙

Virtue & valor 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

Threadbare part 1: Yield strength (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙

My saviour chapter 60: Have you thought about names at all? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Argument (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll💚💙❤️

Virtue & valor 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

Lost time (Scott Lang X Reader) by @certifiedskywalker​💚💙

Threadbare part 2: Strain curve (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙

#Annie recommends

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi I absolutely loved your never gonna give you up zemo fic!! It felt like such a perfect zemo fic to me😊 I was wondering if you wanted to ofc maybe you could do a lil fic about zemo and fem!reader where they escaped together? I was thinking like in another one of his safe houses they wake up all peaceful and cuddly n just fluffy ya know

Thank you so much!!!!💜

Thank you for requesting!! This was fun to write!! <333

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[hydrangeapartridge]

Hydrangea Fanfiction Masterlist

 It was time I posted a masterlist since I’ve been writing more lately

Link to my AO3

Fandoms: My hero academia, Hogwarts Legacy, Attack on Titan, MCU

These days I mostly write xreader or OC fanfiction. 

My hero Academia

Until death brings us together 

Ghost Shinsou x female nurse reader. Modern setting AU

R18/Rated E

4 Chapters, 13+k words, finished

Chocolate kisses and Catpuccinos

Shinsou x female reader  Pro Hero AU. Reader is an accident prone waitress in a cat café

R18/Rated E

4 Chapters, 30+k, finished

The steps I take (back to you)

Pro Hero Bakugou x Pro Hero female reader 

R18/Rated E

One Shot, 15+k

Coupling on a Wedding Night

Pro Hero Bakugou x Pro Hero female reader

R18/Rated E

One Shot, 11+k

Work of Art

Dabi x older female doctor reader   R18/Rated E 1 chapter (3k) but I want to write more for these two

Hogwarts Legacy

More than meets the Eye

Ominis Gaunt x reader Period Drama AU/ Regency AU

Rated T for now

2 chapters/ ? ongoing  (currently over 14+k)

MCU

Mademoiselle

Falcon and the Winter soldier. Zemo x OFC

Rated E/R18

3 chapters, 11+k, finished

Attack on Titan

Through Horus Eyes

Jean x Marco Egyptian AU

Rated E/R18

19 chapters/20 Ongoing, 139+k words (I swear I will finish it!!)

Other JeanMarco fics from 8 years ago (gosh 8 years!!) can also be found on my AO3

#masterlist #fanfiction masterlist #mha x reader #zemo x reader #jeanmarco #bhna x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #dabi x reader #touya x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #helmut zemo x reader #it seems I only know how to write porn...

[marie12141989]

This One Is Not A Test ch. 14

Word Count: 1254

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Summary: Tessa's still not talking to Bucky but she is still talking to Sam and he has a question for her concerning Bucky.

Bucky sipped on his drink while he and Sam looked around at the party goers. Tessa still hadn’t called or sent him a text which meant that she was still made at him, “What’s up?” Sam asked noticing the look on his face.

“I just wish that Sharon would hurry up and figure out where this guy is.” He told him with a groan.

“Just give her some time. And I mean both Sharon and Tessa.”

“I didn’t say anything about Tessa.”

“No but I know that that’s the other reason why you’re so upset.” Bucky let out a sigh and looked back out at the crowd again. There were a lot of younger people there, like maybe mid to late 20’s or maybe a little bit older. The music wasn’t bad and he found himself tapping his foot along to it while he waited a few times, he kept telling Tessa and Steve that he’d try to give the 21st century stuff a better chance but it was slow going. He was looking down at his phone not paying attention to what was going on around him when he felt someone place their hands on his legs. He looked over and saw a woman with long blonde hair and gray eyes staring up at him, she was leaning down so that she was leaning on his legs. She was biting her bottom lip between her teeth and when he looked her over more he could see that she was wearing a tube top and a mini skirt. She was swaying her hips from side to side as she moved her hands up a bit further and he knew what she was reaching for.

“Hey big guy. Want to go find a private room and have a little fun?” she asked while licking her lips. He watched as her right hand reached up and started to rub along his crotch.

“Yeah sorry not interested.” He said as he pushed her hand away.

“Oh come on. Why not?”

“Because I have a girlfriend.” He said without hesitation.

“Is she here?”

“No.”

“Well then what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“I said no.” he said pushing her away now. The woman was about to protest when Sharon came up to them.

“Pretty sure he said no. How about you move on to your next victim?” she said with a glare. The woman sized up Sharon before turning and leaving, she turned to look at Bucky who was trying to calm his nerves. “Are you okay?” she didn’t know what had happened to him in his past with Hydra but from what she could gather after she had seen the way he had acted after their little encounter with Shelby and Sam telling her that Zemo had told her that Bucky would do whatever she wanted she had a feeling that more than just having his memories wiped and being beaten had gone on. She could see it now, there were tears in his eyes and he was taking deep breaths. He looked around the room as if expecting someone else to come up and touch him and he was slightly rocking himself in an effort to soothe himself.

“I’m fine.” He said while looking down at the ground. Sam and Sharon looked at each other worriedly. Sam watched as Sharon walked around them giving Bucky plenty of space before she leaned over and said something to the bartender. The man quickly nodded his head and walked over to a water cooler and filling a glass with ice and water before handing it to Sharon. She walked back over to them and held the glass out to Bucky who just stared at it for a second before taking it and sipping at it. Neither one of them missed that his hands were shaking.

“Hey. No one is going to do anything to you while Sam and I are here okay?” Sharon asked. Bucky shook his head yes before taking another sip of his water. A second later someone walked up to Sharon and whispered some in her ear before walking away “Well good news. I know where to find Nagel. Let’s go find Zemo and see what he has to say.”

As soon as Zemo’s jet took off Bucky stretched out as best as he could in the chair he was in and a few minutes later they could hear him softly snoring. “So are you proud of yourself for bringing up what was obviously a traumatic memory for him.” Sam asked Zemo as he watched him sleep.

“I did what had to be done.”

“Sure you did.” Sam said before he pulled his phone out. He pulled up Tessa’s name from his contacts How much did Bucky tell you about what he went through with Hydra? It took a few minutes but eventually she replied.

The same as everyone else, they would electrocute him to wipe his memories, before they programmed him they would beat and torture him almost every single day. Why?

As he told you anything about what they made him do?

Sam, we both know that they sent him out to kill people. Why? What is going on? Sam let out a sigh, she was going to find out one way or another and better she find out now.

Okay don’t be mad but he had to pretend to be the Winter Soldier again so that we could talk to someone in Madripoor. Zemo made a comment about him doing whatever the woman wanted and ever since then he’s been acting shaky.

Shaky?

Well we found Sharon or rather she found us. She’s in Madripoor, anyway she was entertaining some clients while she looked for the guy that made the new serum and one of the women came up and tried to……..entice him. He was fine until she got handsy.

Handsy.

Yeah, tried to get him excited. Sharon jumped in just in time but he was shaking after that. I don’t want to speculate especially if it isn’t true but. The way he was acting makes me think that he was.

Was what Sam? Are you really implying that they……

Yeah. I don’t have any proof of it but I think Zemo might. Sam looked over at Zemo who was starting to doze off. “Hey. Hey Zemo.” He softly called of not wanting to wake up Bucky. Zemo blinked a few times before he turned his attention to Sam “What did you mean when you said that Bucky would do whatever she wanted? You were just talking about killing someone right?” Zemo seemed to think it over for a few seconds before he let out a sigh.

“I think it would be more humane to let James tell you himself. I don’t think that would be trauma that he’d want to relive right now. Just give him time and maybe he’ll tell you someday about everything that happened to him.

“So you don’t know either.”

“Oh no I know. It’s just not my place to say.” As if to get his point across Zemo turned and faced the window before getting comfortable and closing his eyes. Sam looked over at Bucky who was curled up in the fetal position his back pressed up against the wall of the plane as if he was trying to protect himself. Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he repositioned himself and got as comfortable as he could get and went to sleep.

#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 1

Author’s Note: Had this idea living in my head rent free so hopefully I don’t butcher it.

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language

Part 1 , Part 2

“So, where are we going again?” Bucky asked Sam, confusion written on his face as he leaned back in the front passenger seat of the car.

“You’ll find out. We’ll be there soon.” Sam answered, his eyes glued to the road and hands gripping the wheel.

“But we’ve been driving in the middle of nowhere for an hour now.” Bucky fussed while staring at the never ending green grass that passed by, clearly irritated with Sam’s lack of details.

“I too would like to know where we are going.” Zemo spoke up only to add to Sam’s annoyance.

“YOU don’t get to ask questions.” Sam glared at Zemo through the rear view mirror before staring back at the road. He was starting to get fed up with their questions and lack of patience.

The three men had been driving with their windows down for what felt like hours through the Scottish countryside, watching the green highlands pass by. Though they admired the beauty of the landscape, they were extremely anxious to stretch their legs and get to their unknown destination. Not to mention, they were starting to get a little hungry as well.

“Are we there yet?” Bucky broke the silence after some time.

“We get there when we get there.” Sam snapped, his knuckles turning white from gripping the wheel a bit too hard. He was really looking forward to getting out of the car and away from those two.

After a short while they neared a small seaside village. The place was not that busy, save for the few locals and fishermen going about the cloudy day.

Sam drove on a little further before finally reaching a quaint stone cottage that sat on a hill at the edge of town, overlooking the ocean. He pulled up next to the 60s convertible cream colored Volkswagen Beetle that had a surfboard tied on the roof, parked next to the cottage. Sam took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out, stretching his legs as the others followed suit.

Sam smiled to himself as he walked up the path leading to the front door and glanced upon the flower garden and the decorations out front. He knew for sure this was your place. The other two quietly followed behind while looking around the residence, from the neatly kept garden and the vines that crawled along the house, to the fishing equipment hung up on the side, down to the handmade birdhouses and the wind chimes and sun-catchers that clinked melodically against the ocean breeze, including the collection of garden gnomes. The place reminded the men something straight out of Jane Austen’s novels, not that they’d like to admit they knew such a thing.

Sam stopped at the front door before turning to the others with a pointed finger. “Now whatever you do, don’t stare.”

“Wait what?” Bucky scrunched his nose.

“Just don’t.”

Sam paused for a moment, thinking of how to explain this situation to you before tapping on the wooden door. No answer. Sam could feel Bucky glaring at the back of his head, ready to scold him about how this was a big waste of time. So he knocked again, this time calling out if any one was home.

Before Bucky could open his mouth there was rustling coming from inside and the sound of someone knocking into furniture before a faint “ow” and “fuck” of a woman’s voice made Bucky and Zemo glance questioningly at each other. Where the hell did Sam lead them to?

The locks on the door were fumbled with before opening up to reveal your head poking out from behind.

“Sam?” You breathed out. You were slightly out of breath and your hair was disheveled with strands falling out of your bun at the front from under your silk scarf. The sleeves of your button up blouse were rolled up at your elbows, revealing your dirt covered arms. You were working on your vegetable garden in the back before you were interrupted by your unexpected visitors.

Bucky stood behind Sam and couldn’t help but widen his eyes when he saw you. He only met you a few times during the threat of Thanos and before, but the interactions he had with you were very brief. All he knew was that you were a good friend of the Avengers, especially Thor, Clint, Nat, Wanda, Tony and Steve and now apparently Sam. But after Thanos was defeated you disappeared and nothing was heard of you since.

Zemo glanced out from behind Bucky and tried to remain hidden behind the super soldier once he recognized your face. You weren’t exactly an Avenger and you weren’t on Earth when he tore the Avengers apart, you were helping Thor at the time and little to everyone’s knowledge, you were also defending your planet against an inside threat. But you had heard of him through your friends, and though you hadn’t met him, Zemo knew you would strangle him once you spotted him.

“Hey y/n.” Sam smiled at you, calling you by your alias name. He knew who you were through Steve, but even then, he didn’t know everything about you and about the recent events that took place in your home planet that still devastated you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, wiping your hands on your apron. There was a reason you chose to live all the way out here, and though you gave Sam your new address, you didn’t expect him to bring company.

“I came to see how you were doing?”

“Bullshit.” You scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you wanted to check up on me you wouldn’t have brought someone.”

Sam opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, refused to meet your stern eyes and looking down at the ground instead with his hands in his pockets. He often forgot how well you were able to read people, almost as if you were telepathic. Little to his knowing, you were in fact a telepath but decided against telling him. You’ve known people who became uncomfortable when finding that detail about you and noticed how they tried to avoid you, constantly guarding their thoughts when around. If only they knew you never bothered to do such a thing because you respected their privacy and because you’ve seen things in people’s heads you wished to forget. You’ve only ever used your telepathy when it was absolutely necessary. Straightening up, you finally took a better look at the other man behind him and instantly recognized him as Bucky.

“Barnes?”

“Hi y/n.” Bucky smiled shyly at you as he looked into your eyes. And that’s when he noticed for the first time that your eyes were different from when he last saw you. Your irises were now a shade of purples and blues with flecks of gold that spread out, a reflection of the stars and the universe. So that’s what Sam meant when he said to not stare. But could you have just been wearing contacts? Bucky’s stare was cut short as Sam noticed, glaring at him and clearing his throat before elbowing him in the stomach.

Suddenly, there came the sound of a little girls squeals coming from inside your home, startling the men except for Sam. And before they knew it, a small girl in overalls who looked to be of 6 years of age sprinted through your legs and out the door. “Uncle Sam!”

“Oof! Athena wait!” You gasped against the impact as you tried to reach for her.

“Hey hey little Athena!” Sam smiled as he picked the excited girl up into his arms before setting her on his hip. “How’s my favorite little warrior?”

“I’m helping Mommy with the garden! See!” She squealed in delight before showing off her dirty hands.

“I can see that.” Sam chuckled. “Looks like you’ve been working hard.”

“God, I’m so sorry Sam. She’s covered in dirt.” You tried to apologize with an embarrassed face.

“Hey no worries.” Sam smiled at you. “Some dirt is not gonna kill me.”

“Mommy who’s this?” Athena questioned as she looked at the man next to Sam.

You looked at Bucky and gave him a look that questioned what name he would prefer, to which he nodded and mouthed Bucky to you.

“That’s Bucky sweetie.”

“Hi Bucky! I’m Athena!” She stuck her tiny hand out to for him to shake, a big grin plastered on her face from meeting new people.

“It’s very nice to meet you Athena.” Bucky smiled as he gently shook her hand, making her giggle.

The scene made you smile to yourself as you pushed a strand of your hair behind your ears. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that Sam and Bucky decided to pay a visit.

“Mommy who’s the man in the back?”

The man in the back? You looked to Sam and James with a raised brow before craning your neck to see who the third guest could be, only to tense up and clutch the door frame, forcing yourself to not go over there right now and throw him off a cliff.

“What the hell is he doing here?” You glared daggers at Zemo as he watched you with caution, before you turned to Sam.

“I can explain.” Sam tightened his jaw as he saw your expression.

“Athena, sweetie.” You turned to your daughter with a gentle smile. “I want you to go up to your room and clean up okay?”

“Okay mommy.” Athena looked back at you with a worried look as Sam set her down.

You caressed her head as she walked in, watching her go up the stairs and waiting for the sound of her bedroom door to close and her shower to turn on before shutting the front door behind you.

“Are you out of your goddamn minds?” You glared at the two, trying to not yell, your fists balling up in anger. “What in the three hells is going on?”

“Look y/n. He might be of some use.” Sam tried to explain.

“So you broke him out of prison?!”

“Well technically he got himself out.” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. He was starting to think that this wasn’t such a good idea and felt guilty for coming here.

“Oh? So what? He magically decides to join your little boy band? The Wakandans are after his ass in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Look I get it. Working with Zemo sounds like a terrible idea and you have every right to be upset. We just need a place to lay low for now. Just...hear us out.” Sam responded with a pleading look.

You stood there with a hand on your hip, squeezing your eyes shut while you pinched the bridge of your nose, not even caring that you still had dirt on your hands.

“Please y/n.” Bucky spoke up, making you look up at him. “Sam wouldn’t come here if he didn’t know what he was doing.”

You looked between the two, rubbing your chin in contemplation as you thought everything over. Bucky was right. Sam would never try to purposely put you in harm’s way.

“Fine.” You breathed out. “You can stay for the night. But you are going to tell me everything. Every last detail.”

“I promise.” Sam looked to you as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Well come on then. Get in.” You nodded your head towards the door as you opened it, letting Bucky and Sam in before putting yourself in front of Zemo and blocking him with a threatening look while speaking in a cold tone. “I swear to the gods, if you so much as try anything, I will bury you alive in my backyard and use you as fertilizer to grow fungi.”

“Y/n what the fuck.” You heard Sam utter from inside.

Zemo gave you a bewildered look and decided to keep quiet as you stepped aside to let him in, watching him closely as he went in. You stuck your head outside again, looking around for any bystanders and making sure the men were preoccupied before muttering something in Ancient Greek, waving your hand around and moving your fingers in specific gestures as a clear glass like film covered the area around your home for protection. You did another once over before going back in and closing the front door, readying yourself for the conversation you would have with Sam and Bucky.

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[autumn-hiraeth]

Warnings: slight smut (dirty), short

A/N : English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake and .. this is really.. idk, enjoy!

.....

Zemo isn't the kind of man to get jealous easily, but from time to time you love to tease him 'cause when he is mad the sex is wonderful and hard.

So there you were, on your knees while taking the baron's cock in your mouth, the noises were obscene and Zemo wouldn't stop fucking your mouth as punishment.

He was really mad...

"This is what you wanted, huh?" he growled "no one will be able to make you feel as good as me Schatzi .." you were so wet you could feel it on your thighs "you are a naughty little thing, Y / n" he whispered

You moaned when he pulled his cock out of your mouth and made you look into his eyes " punish me, Helmut" you begged with a mischievous smile "I've been a bad girl"

Oh, Zemo was going to shatter you

......

wE need hOly watEr

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[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Soft Target - Ch. 1

Not technically Zemo x reader, but so close they could kiss.

Thank you all for your interest in the teaser! Here we go! For real this time!

My muse is an asshole - interaction (likes, comments, reblogs, etc.) helps keep the Imposter Syndrome in its hole.

Summary: Their friendship failed before it ever got off the ground, but Sam still turns to her when they need a lead. When things go sideways, she shares more than is safe with a very, very dangerous man. 

Chapter warnings: Language, violence, implied intent to assault (not by Zemo), Bucky being a damsel in distress

What was she doing?

She smelled blood – oozing through Bucky’s bandage in the backseat. She tasted it, too – leaking from her ravaged lower lip. Over the three-hour drive, she’d chewed it to pieces, peeling the flesh away in ribbons as she guessed and second guessed until her stomach warped and twisted like a separate animal, ready to pop out Alien-style and run for the hills.

There was no time to think and no room for error. They needed safe haven and she could give it to them, but if anything went wrong, it would cost her everything. She wasn’t willing to pay that. Not for their lives. Not even for her own. The two men in the backseat didn’t bother her. For all the grief between them, neither Sam nor Bucky would ever use this against her. They respected boundaries and operated under moral guidelines. The third man… not so much. She didn’t know him. Didn’t trust him. So, what was she doing?

She speared Zemo with a glare from the corner of her eye. He looked back innocently, face cool and still as a reflection pool, ready to echo and absorb every barb and compliment. Keep it. Weaponize it when the old words and feelings would deal the greatest damage. She’d seen how elegantly he picked at Sam and Bucky. What would he do with the leverage they hurtled towards?

She couldn’t do it.

Punching the emergency flashers and tapping the brakes, she pulled onto the shoulder, only giving the startled grumbles and exclamations from America’s heroes half an ear.

“What’s happening?”

“Is something wrong?”

Her hands clenched around the wheel. A deep breath in, eyes on the horizon – not on any of the men in the car and the drama they inflicted on an otherwise peaceful week. The breath left, slow and steady. Another in. Another out.

Sam, at least, seemed to have caught on to the situation and dealt with Bucky’s concerns. “Give her a minute. Everything’s fine.” He stared at her through the rearview mirror until her eyes shifted to meet his in the glass. “Everything’s fine.”

Everything was not, in fact, fine. Not at all. But she knew what he meant. And she nodded to thank him and assuage his own anxieties as she hunted through her thoughts for a solution. She needed… action? Proof? She needed to be sure. Beyond all doubt.

“I can drive if you need a moment to breathe,” the third man – Zemo – volunteered.

A last, deep breath.

“Out of the car.”

His brow furrowed in deep confusion. “I do not understand.”

Sam piped up from the back. “Triss, we can’t just –”

“Just Zemo,” she clarified.

“Have I somehow offended you?” He sounded incredulous, annoyed, but very well-mannered about it.

Rolling her eyes, she unclipped her seatbelt and popped open her door. “I just need a word. We’ll be right back, Sam.”

She checked for passing traffic before clambering out. The lonely stretch of state highway offered nothing but a single semi-truck, and she had plenty of time to close her door and move to the front of the car before it rushed by. Her hair flew around her eyes in streaks of blue, and she closed her them against the concussive force of the wind and noise. Once the truck passed, she looked up to see Zemo, magically unruffled, waiting.

She wanted to clear her throat, stick her hands in her pockets, or otherwise submit to her nervous habits. This conversation required a strong front, though. He had to know she meant what she said, and he needed to fear for her continued utility should he refuse.

“Before we go any farther,” she said. “You need to swear something to me. And you need to swear to me on something that fucking matters.”

He blinked, and his eyebrows pinched together. “May I ask to what I am swearing?”

For all her deep breaths, she felt like she was gasping as she explained. “You will not hurt anyone where we’re going. You will not fuck with them. You will not use them. They are not leverage, or pawns, or collateral. When we leave, you should do your best to forget you ever went there. And you should definitely forget the way.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but she wasn’t finished, and she wanted more than air behind his words.

“Whatever vendetta you have with Bucky, or Sam, or me – it has nothing to do with the place or people ahead. Now or ever.”

When he’d tried to answer before, his mouth never quite closed. It gave him a slightly puzzled look, and she knew he was playing chess in his mind, looking for the move that followed this one, seeking the treasured piece he’d overlooked.

As she lifted her hand, palm up, he finally understood.

“Swear it,” she repeated. “In the only way I’ll believe.”

To his credit, he didn’t gulp. He paused, though, staring down at her skin with an unreadable expression. He’d seen enough over the past two days to know what she was asking. In theory, at least.

“Just think the words,” she said. He needed to do this before she lost her nerve and started shaking. “I’ll hear you, and I’ll feel what you really mean. A quick touch is all I need, and I won’t see any more than that.”

He must remember how vehemently she’d refused to touch others at Sam and Bucky’s pleading. The refusal that served as their introduction. Doubtless, he had a lot to hide. All of that, her ethics included, mattered less than what she had to protect. If he couldn’t do this, she’d think of another place to hide while Bucky healed from the slash that nearly cut him in half. It wouldn’t be as safe, or clean, or good, but they’d all just have to make due.

“Zemo.” His eyes lifted to hers, though his face remained angled down. “Please.”

The gravel crunched under his feet as he adjusted his stance, and he looked away for a long moment to study their surroundings. Fields and trees filled the distance. Queen Anne’s lace and cornflowers bloomed along the verge. No farmhouses sat on the hills, and no voices apart from birds and cicadas carried on the wind. There weren’t even enough passing cars to hail as a hitchhiker. He was stranded, and although she’d given him a choice, he didn’t have many reasonable options.

His gaze returned to her face with that placid expression, and he pressed the tips of his fingers into her palm.

I swear on the names of my family.

And she felt how it mattered. Warm sentiment that blistered like acid, unshakable loyalty, and a willingness to burn the whole world down to avenge them. Yes, it mattered. No, he’d never dishonor their names by breaking his oath.

No. He was not happy about it, and his anger was a dark, dark thing.

She pulled away after the briefest flash of contact, determined to keep her own promise and pry no deeper than she absolutely had to.

“Thank you.”

He nodded, eyes a little harder than they’d been before, and she wished she could express her gratitude the way she could understand others’. He’d just have to believe her. Or not. That wasn’t up to her. They climbed back into the car, and the peanut gallery remained blissfully silent. She knew Sam would have opinions about her performance. He could see through the windshield what she’d done. Maybe Bucky was resting. Or maybe he didn’t care.

Breathing easier, but keeping a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, she turned off the blinkers and moved back onto the road.

No one had anything clever to say for the next thirty minutes, as they peeled off the highway and onto narrow backroads. No one commented as the trees grew thicker and the potholes more frequent, though she caught all of them looking out the windows with greater attention when the fields petered out. No one spoke when she pulled onto a private drive, followed it through the woods and entered a broad clearing. Two houses stood in the sunny space, one as much relic as house, the other only new in comparison to the first.

Home.

She turned off the engine.

Silence.

But not for long.

Two other cars sat parked in the gravel, and she knew what that meant. A full house, and this late in the afternoon, everyone would be home.

She puffed out her cheeks and looked at the three men, each in turn. Hands rising to tangle in her hair, she said, “Best behavior. All of you.”

A dog barked from inside the newer, larger house. They’d been spotted. Any second now, hell would break loose. Best to meet it on her own two feet, outside of the car. She climbed free, and the two men able to stand mirrored her, stepping out on the other side of the little sedan.

The screen door flew open and into the siding as two streaks of screaming energy blasted across the yard and into her chest.

“Auntie B!”

They hit hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and push her back against the car door. She felt the entire vehicle rock with the force of it. Neither child shied from skin-to-skin contact, and dozens of excited, bubbling thoughts and feels assaulted her anxious mind.

“Oof!”

She had trouble separating words from ideas or expressions from feelings for a hot minute, and she didn’t realize she’d gained a third attachment until a chanting of B, B, B shouted through her skull. Fighting for air and sanity, she tried to hug them all and push them back, half breathless from the struggle.

“Triss?” Sam asked – low, smooth, and in a single syllable – what the fuck was happening.

She craned her head around just enough to see Zemo, standing on the other side of the car. He held her gaze, lips pressed thin as he analyzed the situation.

“This is my family.”

 38 Hours Earlier

She’d been having a good day. She’d been having such a good day. It had been such a wonderful, uplifting, hopeful sort of afternoon, she didn’t immediately think the worst when Sam Wilson and James Barnes appeared at the bar. Sam had his friendly face on, the slightly strained one he wore when they first met. It probably meant trouble, but she was behind the bar – and she really had been enjoying her day – so her bartender smile lit up on instinct. Barnes looked less comfortable, his big, expressive mouth warring with a frown, so she decided to take the initiative and assume the burden of breaking the ice.

“Would you like an old fashioned?” she asked him, leaning down on her elbows with a shit-eating grin. “Or an old fashioned?”

He rolled his eyes, but while the tension lingered in his shoulders, the frown stopped yanking at his face. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” She looked between the two men, surprised to see them together but still expecting something good from the universe.

She should’ve known better.

“It’s good to see you again,” Sam said. A polite opener.

And probably bullshit. Years of work taught her how to read a man who wanted something. Whatever drew them to Manhattan – together – it wasn’t just drinks. Or an attempt to make good on Steve’s introduction, she guessed.

While the smile stayed on her face, her optimism cracked. Familiar doubt and disappointment leaked through the gaps, happy to drown her good mood. Her hopes had yet to fail entirely, but she knew. If it was good to see her, he would’ve made some kind of effort before this. If he was really seeking a friendship of some kind, he wouldn’t begin by trying to establish they already had one.

Sam pressed ahead, unaware he’d lost the edge in the coming fight. “We need your help.”

“I’m at work.”

She’d been practicing for moments like this, learning how to say no. This would test her mettle though. Sam was good at what he did, and he talked people into and out of trouble for a living.

“Sorry.” And he actually sounded like he meant it. “But we only have your work address.”

Her smile turned Midwestern – flat and polite, nearly apologetic. “I gave you my cell number, though. What’s so important you had to ambush me at my job?”

He didn’t have an immediate answer, and Bucky’s uneasy shift to look over his shoulder told her things Sam hadn’t. Bucky didn’t choose to come here. He didn’t want to see her or ask for her help. That could mean he’d paid better attention, that he expected her refusal. Or he could just be an old man feeling old man ways about things.

She took the opportunity to start making the old fashioned she’d promised. Whether or not either of them drank it was nothing to her.

Well.

That wasn’t true. Her professional pride would be hurt if they didn’t enjoy it.

Her two coworkers started sending her looks, and a few customers tried getting her attention around the two men. Whether she caved or not, this conversation needed to be put on hold.

“Look,” she nodded to the back corner, where a gaggle of grad students had just evacuated a booth. “I’ll talk to you on my break. Seriously. I’m at work.”

She slid the old fashioned to Barnes across the bar, and he caught it through instinct, even though he’d barely been paying attention. “On the house. Go away. Sit. Stay. Whatever.”

To his credit, Sam followed her order. A polite nod, and he disengaged. Barnes hesitated with a question on his lips, eyes moving between his friend and the girl at the bar, but in the end, he followed Sam with his own nod as he retreated. At least he took the damn drink.

She lifted her fingers to her face, briefly exploring the frown she’d grown. When did that get there? Fuck. She’d been having such a good day.

A third man joined Steve’s old friends in the booth – and she realized he’d been the thing halving Barnes’ attention. He looked like money, and she disliked him on principle. The tips men like him offered rarely compensated for the aggravation. More than one asshole tried paying his way out getting bounced after groping the staff, or breaking furniture, or asking a bartender to run an errand. She wondered what the three men had in common and what brought them to her place of work without a call.

Her mood continued to sour.

Bottles, shakers, and spoons moved through her hands in a glittering parade as drink after drink came together for thirsty strangers and regulars crowding the old wooden bar. A professional smile masked the churning frustration, proof of her charade gathering in the tip jar.

Six months. Why did they have to ruin one of her good days? She had plenty of bad ones; she might even enjoy the distraction on one of those. She’d been less than enthused to see Steve again, but he’d been so insistent, and he looked so damn hopeful as he introduced her to his two friends, recently returned from dust. Then he left. And that was that. She thought it was over. Apparently not.

An hour ticked by, and customers started going home. It was a weeknight. Some people had places to be in the morning, though enough lingered to justify keeping the doors open, and night owls and tourists kept trickling in from establishments down the street.

She kept glancing towards the booth, where the three men sat in sullen silence punctuated with arguments. Although distance and the low thrum of music from the bar’s overhead speakers muted them, they looked like an old married couple fighting – too stuck in habit and necessity to split, but too far from the honeymoon to care for the relationship.

They looked back, sometimes, and she always turned away first. She didn’t need a staring contest to assert herself here. She was a bartender. She was behind the bar. A mere glance towards the bouncer would send them packing. A tempting thought. They’d wait to talk until she’d done her time and ensured she had rent covered for the month.

And then a new asshole joined the party.

He stormed in the bar like a man on a mission. Never a great start. Bros with the muscles and haircut he sported came to bars to relax, play the pick-up artist, or pick a fight – and he didn’t look like he wanted to relax. His march led him straight to the bar when his initial sweep of the place failed to deliver… whatever he was looking for. As he approached, she couldn’t help noting the recessed booth where her three unwanted guests lurked wasn’t visible from the door. She’d sent them there because it was out of the way. Was that decision about to bite her?

The big man – all buzz cut and undersized t-shirt – grabbed her arm as she reached to retrieve an empty glass. She froze. Her thoughts had a counterpoint, and it was loud.

Angry and afraid: her feelings.

Angry and looking to hurt someone: his feelings.

A few faces flickered across his surface thoughts, and she recognized them all. He’d followed Steve’s friends through Manhattan, despite obvious efforts to throw a tail.

Well. At least they’d tried.

“You should really let go of my arm,” she said, softly, like a firm suggestion.

That amused him, and his thoughts went very dark.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled. “I’m looking for some people. Seen three guys come in here? Leave through a back door maybe?”

He wondered what sounds she’d make if he crushed her arm in his fist, what sounds she’d make if he broke her apart in other ways.

Retrieving the glass with her free hand, she subtly signaled Jack, the bouncer, and tucked the dirty dish in the bin under behind the bar. The hand flexed on her arm, and she brought up a fresh glass as Jack made his way across the room, and she began pouring her favorite overproof rum.

“Only one door for patrons. Haven’t been keeping tabs on numbers. If you don’t see them, they’re not here.”

The man’s head was a mess, and she caught glimpses of lots of things she’d rather not see along with things that may be useful in solving this mess as his attention fluttered. She wouldn’t be the first girl behind a bar he’d hurt. Too bad he couldn’t go to the Clover anymore. So close to base and all – Maybe after they took care of the snooping problem he could –

“Hey.” Jack put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Time to go, pal.”

She returned the rum to its place and slipped her hand back under the counter. She felt bad for Jack, but she needed the distraction.

The stranger – well, not a stranger to her anymore – backhanded the bouncer hard enough to send him flying the length of the bar. Patrons jumped up, shouting, as some ran for the exit and some looked for an excuse to join the fight.

While the big man watched his target crash through a table, she whipped out the sturdy pairing knife she used for lemons and limes. She drove it clean through her assailant’s wrist and into the bar. The pain surprised him. It wasn’t great secondhand, either, sparking across the connection, but he released his grip, and she pressed her attack. Both hands free, she hurled the glass of rum in his face, and as he instinctively tried wiping it out of his eyes with his free hand, she thumbed the wheel of the bar’s lighter. She snarled, hurling it after the alcohol. The instant the sparks met his soaked shirt, he burst into flames. He howled, flailing to put out the fire dancing over his chest, arms, face.

A metal arm swung from behind, into the side of his skull. The party of three had returned to close their tab. The crack echoed as two more big men with bad haircuts kicked through the very open and innocent door. They looked pissed.

Sam vaulted over the bar, the third wheel from the booth slipping under the bar hatch as Bucky hurled the – still flaming – assailant towards the new threats.

“We need to go,” Sam shouted. He didn’t touch her, but his arms hovered in a vaguely protective fashion, herding her towards the back door.

She didn’t need to be told twice. By the time Bucky swung across the bar top to join them, she’d pushed through to the little hallway that led to the employee bathrooms, breakroom, and back entrance. She didn’t have to stop as she yanked her bag and coat from the hook on the wall, suddenly glad for the bar’s poor security for personal effects. Her bag was more backpack than purse. It hung heavy with all the things she needed most, including her laptop and a change of clothes. Just in case, she’d always told herself. Just in case, for whatever reason, you have to run.

Her paranoia had paid off, and she hated it.

Smoggy spring air full of car exhaust and the tempting smells of the Italian restaurant across the alley welcomed them on the other side of the door. She gulped it in, wondering if she’d ever cringe over the mix again the wee hours of the morning.

No. Of course not. Someone thought she’d be useful, and another chapter of her life closed.

As the men piled out behind her, she turned to Sam, arms half-raised at her sides, asking as much with her body as her words what happened next.

“Looks like I’m involved,” she said. “Where are we going?”

The third man took point, politely gesturing towards the north end of the alley even as he stepped forward to guide them. “The car is this way.”

As she let herself be pulled along in the tide of trouble crashing around the three men, dimly aware of how useless it would be to say no, she could only – desperately – remember: it had been such a good day.

Chapter 2: Link

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Kinktober Master list

Day One- Good Boy Subby!Bucky x Reader (Mommy Kink and Edging)

Day Two - Wrap me up in your love Frank Castle x Reader, from It can’t rain all the time (Shibari and competence kink)

Day Three - A good ‘bad idea’ Mean Dom!Steve x Reader, from I love you then I hate you (Impact play and Bratting)

Day Four - Strangers in the night Unknown CE or SS character x Reader (Sensory Deprivation and Anonymous Sex)

Day Five - No work and all play Ransom x Reader (Dumbification and Free Use)

Day Six - Take everything you need Ari x Reader from Ari and his Angel series (Anal sex and Praise kink)

Day Seven - Run (You belong to me) Hulk x Reader from You, Me and the Other Guy (Primal play and Breeding kink)

Day Eight - Versatile Camboy! Sam x Reader from Whatta Man (Pegging and Mirror sex)

Day Nine - You and me, always Steve x Bucky (Oral sex and a Uniform fetish)

Day Ten - Can't fight the moonlight Werewolf! Ari x Reader (Cream Pie and Werewolf/Shifter)

Day Eleven - All for one, and one for all SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Triple Penetration and Aftercare)

Day Twelve - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 1 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Orgy and Sex Pollen)

Day Thirteen - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 2 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Size Kink and Bukkake)

Day Fourteen - Things that go bump in the night Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood & Nick Fowler x Reader (Gangbang and Clothing Disparity) DARK FIC

Day Fifteen - Once more, with feeling DBF! Steve x Reader from Like fireworks on the 4th July (Overstimulation and Sex Toys)

Day Sixteen - Trust in me Virgin Pre-Serum Steve x Vampire Bucky (Lingerie and Vampire)

Day Seventeen - Give you hell Lance Tucker x Reader (Hate Sex and Cum Marking)

Day Eighteen - I own you (body and soul) Loki x Reader (CNC x Dacraphilia)

Day Nineteen - Good girls get treats Daddy!Val x Puppy!Reader x Mommy!Nat from Good Pup (Pet Play and WLW)

Day Twenty - It's all about experience Peter Parker x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader (Cuckolding and Age Difference)

Day Twentyone - Tit for tat SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Voyeurism and JOI)

Day Twentytwo - Whatever he wants Mafia!Tony x Reader (Exhibitionism and Objectification)

Day Twentythree - Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my! Zemo x OFC! Marcy from Bad Kids (Knifeplay and Roleplay)

Day Twentyfour - Sex outside the bedroom Sam x Bucky, part of BBB22 (Leather and Frotting)

Day Twentyfive - Control Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Degradation and Omoroshi)

Day Twentysix - I was made for loving you Sam x Bucky, fits into my SamBucky Stories (Nipple play and Intercrural Sex)

Day Twentyseven - Food for thought Thor x Reader (Oral Fixation and Food play)

Day Twentyeight - Need you now Nomad Steve x Reader (A/B/O and Biting)

Day Twentynine - Her Master's voice Loki x Reader (High Protocol D/S and Collaring)

Day Thirty - To sleep, perchance to dream Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom (Somnophilia and Tentacle Sex)

Day Thirtyone - Very, very frightening Sex Worker Thor x Reader, from Thunderbolts and Lightning (Electroplay andSafeword usage)

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#kinktober 2022 #late writes #kinktober masterlist

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑬'𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Hello, everyone!

First of all, before the list begins, I feel that I need to warn you that English isn't my first language, so might happen you find some writing/grammar mistakes, I also don't have a beta reader, again I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Most, if not all my fanfictions are 'x ofc/c', however, I write them as reader fics. That means that the only differences from a 'x reader' fic is that the character will have a name and the narration will be in the third person. But no details about the embodiment of the character will be given, with a few exceptions in a couple stories, but I'll be warning in the notes and warnings of the piece when that happens.

Also, I made this Google form, so you can tell me where you want to be tagged. That's all for now.

Enjoy :)

Update: ALL my fanfictions are on indeterminate hiatos. But, I'm not abandoning them, I promise 😘

Update #2: Some changes in the Masterlist, I'm reorganizing the whole thing to get a better view of what I'll be doing, hopefully I'll be able to post something soon.

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔢

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔅𝔯𝔲̈𝔥𝔩

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐄𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔫

𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 [𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚-𝐃𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧]

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓

ℌ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 | 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑮. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘

And that's it for now.

I'll make a separate post for each fanfic and one-shot, with the specs of genres and warnings.

𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻!

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Thank you in advance for your attention and I hope you enjoy these stories made with great care and effort.

Good reading!

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Chrome & Leather - Chapter 11

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC, Eventual Billy Russo x OFC

Other Characters: Bucky, Nat, Clint, Thor, Tony, Pietro, Wanda, Sam, Winnie, Quentin, and Zemo.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Small Court Talk, might be others I missed

Word Count: 3933

Chapter Summary: Since the death of Becca Barnes life has not been the same for Jessie or her family. Bucky and Steve were arrested, and charged with the murder of Brock. The men maintain their innocence but life doesn’t go the way they hope. What is their future? How will Steve react to the news Jessie has been hiding?

A/N: Please keep in mind the pairings that are listed. We are going to see a shift in the story and I don’t want people mad for not realizing this. This is my first fic with an original female character, Jessie Barnes. Face claim for Jessie Barnes is model Jessy Hartel.

A/N 2: Also, Bold Italics - reminiscing of the past month. Any other grammar or spelling mistakes are my own.

To read more of my work here is my Masterlist

Thank you to my beta readers @music-culture-mythology​​​​​ & @pigwidgeonxo​

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It has been a month since Billy questioned Jessie about where Steve was on the night Brock had been killed. She had told the truth that Steve went out for a few hours with friends and came home around 2 a.m. Jessie should’ve known then answering that question would be used against Steve and Bucky but she was still grieving the loss of Becca and her mind couldn’t even comprehend the consequences of what she said. Now, as she sat on her couch lost in her thoughts, she went over the past few weeks.

The same day Steve was being held at the Sheriff's department, Bucky and Nat had been picked up by deputies that morning as well, both questioned just like Steve and Jessie.

If Jessie would’ve known telling the truth was going to rip the two most important people out of her life, she would’ve lied when she was questioned. Jessie fidgeted throughout the questioning, her anxiety was on overdrive as Billy kept asking each question.

When Jessie was finally told she was free to leave she walked out of the room and saw her ma pleading with the front desk officer for both men to be released, as they could never commit such a heinous crime. Nat on the other hand gave a few choice words to Billy about trying to tear the family apart while they all grieved for Becca. It was an emotional scene that ended with all three women leaving together, while Bucky and Steve were held for 24 hours on suspicion of murder. 

The women went back to Jessie and Steve’s home to hire an attorney for both men. News of the men's arrest had traveled quickly in their little town and by the time they contacted the only defense attorney's office in town he was ready to take the case. The law firm of Quentin Beck and Company had told Jessie he would be heading down to the Sheriff’s Department to see what he could do.

After hanging up with him, Jessie, Nat, and Winnie tried to wrap their heads around the accusations. Nat had shared that Bucky had gone with Steve and John to where Brock was hiding out. The intention was to rough Brock up and leave him for the Sheriff’s department to find so they could arrest him. Winnie shook her head in disbelief as she never raised her kids to be vengeful, but Jessie sat there pondering whether they were capable of murder. She remembered how Steve was after finding out how Brock roughed her up. Hell, even she wanted to see Brock dead. If only the bullet that was fired that fateful night hit Brock instead of Becca then none of this would be happening. Her mind played games with her as she wondered could both men be capable of such a crime. No, there was no way Steve would risk his future with her.

A loud knock at Jessie’s front door pulled her back to the present and had her going to see who it was. Opening the door Jessie was greeted by Billy and a few deputies. Jessie’s body stiffened as her eyes darted from Billy to the deputies. “Is there something wrong, Billy?” As her words left her mouth, Winnie and Nat came into the room to see the Sheriff with a paper in his hands.

Billy tried to offer a friendly smile. “I’m sorry to show up like this but I have a search warrant from a judge to search the premises. I’m gonna have to ask you three to step outside while we look around.” The three women walked outside as the deputies walked inside. Billy handed Jessie the search warrant and her eyes started to skim the paper. 

“What’s this all about, Sheriff? Haven’t you done enough for one day?” Winnie stared at him, eyes furrowed into a scowl and hands on her hips. She was in full mama bear mode.

He knew this was bad timing, but he had a job to do. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience ma’am but I’m here on official business.” Billy turned his back to them and walked to the front porch, grabbing a chair for the older woman. He walked back and placed it at the end of the driveway. “If you’d like to have a seat ma’am you are welcome to. We may be here a while.”

Winnie reluctantly took a seat while Nat and Jessie tried to calm her down. After a few minutes, Jessie turned on her heel and walked over to Billy cautiously. From her view next to him she could see the deputies turning her house upside down. Books and papers littered the floors along with the cushions in the living room. 

Jessie’s heart clenched in her chest, as she willed herself not to cry. Taking a deep breath she spoke softly, “Why’s this happening? What’s really going on, Billy?”

He let out a sigh but was still watching his men at work. “All I can say is we’re looking for anything that’s consistent with the injuries that led to the death of Brock. I know this is frustrating but let us do what we have to and we’ll be on our way.” Before Jessie could speak a deputy hollered over to Billy.

“Hey Sheriff, I think we found something.” The deputy was standing next to Jessie’s pickup truck bed. 

Billy walked over to where his deputy was and pulled on a pair of gloves to keep from contaminating the scene. Both men were looking into the bed of the truck. Jessie could see them talking silently, then Billy called over a deputy who had a camera with him. They started taking photos of something and Billy turned to walk back to Jessie. Winnie stared the Sheriff down from her seat as he approached Jessie.

“We’re gonna need to take your truck in for processing,” Billy’s jaw tightened, eyes cast downward as he took a breath, knowing she would have a million questions.

Jessie shook her head in disbelief. “What? Why?” Her eyes looked past Billy and she watched as a deputy bagged a tire iron and what looked like a short knife. “They’re not murders, Billy. Please tell me you believe me.”

Billy’s hands came up and rested on her shoulders to try to comfort her, tears slowly falling from her eyes. Winnie and Nat approached them, asking what was happening. Looking at Jessie’s tear-streaked face his only reply was, “get a lawyer.” Bile rose from her stomach and she dropped to her knees on the grass, emptying her stomach onto the lawn. 

As Jessie now looked back on that day, she should’ve realized then that dreams don’t come true. The life that Steve had promised was now fading into a living nightmare. Life seemed to move at a faster pace as the evidence sealed both men's fate, it gave the District Attorney’s office the weapons and motive to charge Bucky and Steve with first-degree murder. It wasn’t long after they were charged that forensics placed both men's fingerprints on the weapons.

At the preliminary hearing, Jessie watched as both Bucky and Steve stood before the judge with their attorney Quentin Beck. The prosecutor trying their case was Helmut Zemo who was known for his ruthlessness in the courtroom. It was almost like the cards were stacked against them and the men tried hard to remain positive. 

Jessie sat with Winnie and Nat as they learned that Steve and Bucky had admitted to confronting Brock. Both men confessed to assaulting Brock as retaliation for Becca’s death but they insisted they didn’t kill Brock. Between the statements they each made, on top of the anonymous caller's tip, Steve and Bucky were denied bail and sent back to jail to await a trial. Jessie felt her world was turning upside down yet again and didn’t know what to believe. Steve and Bucky swore they didn’t murder Brock but the evidence presented during the preliminary hearing was enough to have her question them. She wouldn’t have blamed them if they did kill Brock. Lord knows she wanted to pull the trigger herself.

The day after the preliminary hearing Jessie was feeling sicker than usual. Before her planned visit to the jail to see Steve she decided to go see her doctor. After blood work and a urine test was run she found out she was pregnant. Tears welled in her eyes as her hand rubbed over her flat stomach. How was she supposed to deal with this good news while her life continued to fall apart? For now, she decided to keep the news to herself so everyone could focus on the trial.

Today was the day the trial was underway. It seemed everyone in the small community came out to watch as nothing like this ever happened in this town. The judge merged the two cases together since they were accused of the same offense so both Steve and Bucky would have Quentin Beck by their side. 

Jessie, Nat, and Winnie walked into the courtroom holding hands, a sign of solidarity for whatever the world was about to throw at them. Clint, Sam, Tony, Pietro, Wanda, and Thor all took their seat behind the three women. 

Jessie’s eyes wandered around the courtroom, watching as people were speaking in hushed voices and taking their seats. Her hand lightly rubbed her stomach to soothe herself when the attorneys made their way into the room. Helmut Zemo was a well-dressed brunette with a beard. His eyes briefly glanced at her before the side door caught Jessie’s attention. Both Steve and Bucky were brought in with armed guards. Thankfully they were allowed to wear the suits that Nat and Jessie dropped off at their attorney's office. 

Steve looked over at Jessie and gave her a reassuring smile. He’d told her from the first day of his being detained that this would all blow over. Bucky also told his sister that the truth would eventually come out in court. As the bailiff announced the presence of the Judge and jury all Jessie could do was pray.

From the very beginning, it was like Zemo was out for blood. He seemed to be so determined to catch the killers that he guided the jury towards the only logical conclusion there was even if it was the wrong one. Zemo painted both men as mentally unhinged and willing to do whatever it took to protect their family, even murder. Zemo hammered that into his statement to the jury and court, bringing out the men’s history of fighting as minors that spilled over into killing in the military. If they could easily take a life for God and country, then why not for family?

The townsfolk hung on every word he spoke and Jessie had a sinking feeling this wasn’t going to go their way. People were glancing over at Jessie and her mom, dirty looks on their faces as Zemo continued to paint a picture of the Barnes family. 

Jessie felt like a movie was being played out in front of her. Zemo presented the murder weapons and motive. He brought witnesses who testified about the men's character before joining the military but also how they ran a motorcycle club. People who were once grateful for their community service were now calling them a terror in town. Billy was called to testify about his interrogation of both men on top of him questioning Jessie and Nat.

Afterward, Jessie and Nat were called to the stand. Zemo went over the statements they made to the Sheriff. Zemo had painted Nat as a hotheaded girlfriend who’d say anything to help out Bucky. While with Jessie, Zemo was harsh on her questioning. He even blamed her for the reason why both men were being charged with murder. The night of Becca’s death was brought up and Zemo made her relive the night all over again. By the time Jessie was done being questioned she left the stand in tears. 

The damning evidence came as the mysterious anonymous phone caller was brought in to testify. The doors to the courtroom opened up and John Walker came strutting in refusing to make eye contact with Jessie or the group of friends with her. Once on the stand, John painted a picture of that night in question. 

Zemo spoke evenly at the podium. “In your own words John, please tell the court about the night in question.”

John's jaw ticked, head tilting to the side as he looked from the two men to the D.A. “James and Steve were drunk, angry, and on a mission to find Brock. I’d heard a rumor that Brock was hiding out on the new property Steve had bought. I wanted to call the cops to turn him in but James and Steve told me to keep my mouth shut. We left around dusk to look for Brock. When we arrived at the location where Brock was suspected to be all hell broke loose. Brock tried to fight back but it was two against one. They beat him, each taking turns, one holding Brock as the other punched the man. Over and over they wailed on him until he was bloodied.”

“What happened next, John,” Zemo asked sympathetically. 

“I-I never left my post of watching for cars. I noticed Steve pulled out a tire iron from the back of Jessie’s truck and walked back over to Brock, striking him several times and handing it off to James. Steve pulled out a short knife, it’s one he always had on him. He got it while in the military I believe. He took it in his hand and sliced Brock's throat. James took the knife and stabbed him in the heart.” John took a few breaths before he continued.

“Once they were done Steve had yelled out to me to help them carry the body over to a ditch. We dumped the body and left. After that, they threw the weapons in the back of the truck and we drove off. James told me not to speak about what happened or I would be next. I swear to God I feared for my life, that’s why I didn’t initially come forward. That’s why I called it in anonymously. But then I realized I had to come forward for the good of the community.”

Jessie’s hands shook in her lap as she listened to this man lying on the stand. She knew her brother and fiancé well enough to know this didn’t sound like them. Unfortunately, it wasn’t her that needed to be convinced. 

The defense tried to shine a light on the men’s perfect military records and how they each were family men who gave their free time to charity. He admitted there may’ve been faults as children but as adults, they turned their lives around. Quentin stumbled over his defense on the night of the murder and tried to poke holes in John’s testimony but the more he spoke the worse it sounded for Bucky and Steve. 

After a week of testimony, the jury came back that Bucky and Steve were found guilty of first-degree murder. The judge had sentenced them to a minimum of twenty years to life in prison with the possibility of parole. As soon as the verdict was read Jessie felt her entire future go up in flames. Brock had once again, in death, destroyed her family.

Two days after the hearing, Jessie had decided she needed to see Steve and Bucky before they were transferred to prison. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t expecting to get the cold shoulder and be pushed away from the man she loved.

Steve held the phone in his hands as he looked past Jessie's face and stared at the wall. She watched him visibly swallow before he spoke. “I don’t want you to come by here anymore.”

Jessie furrowed her brow as she watched him lean forward in his chair, head looking down. “What do you mean? Steve, I want to be here for you. You’re my fiancé. Why would you say that?” Her hand gripped the phone harder, watching and praying that he was just upset with how the hearing went.

“This is for the best Jessie. Bucky and I are gonna be transferred to the next county over and I don’t want you driving that far to see me. I can’t ask you to stand by me considering how long we’ll be in prison. Do you realize that if we get paroled in twenty years we’ll be in our forties? You don’t deserve that, you deserve to live your life with nothing holding you down. It-it’s better if we just ended everything.” Tears shone in his blue eyes as he spoke, desperate for her to understand what this would mean if she stood by him. He would rather break her heart than see the woman he loves in turmoil. 

“So that's it, after all this time you’re going to throw away our future. What, do you think I can’t handle the time you’re gone? For Christ’s sake Steven I sat here waiting for you while you chased my brother and joined the military. I didn’t want anybody else then and I sure as hell don’t want anyone else now. We still have a chance at an appeal. We could get this overturned with the right lawyer.” Jessie’s voice hitched from both anger and frustration, her hand clutched her stomach as a feeling of nausea rolled through her.

Teardrops were falling from her eyes and before Steve could speak she interrupted him. “You know, I wanted to wait to tell you this but since you think I’m better off without you I can’t wait anymore.” She took a deep breath as her blue eyes locked onto his. “I’m pregnant.”

Steve’s body stiffened, eyes wide as he stared back at her. “Are you serious? How far along are you?” His eyes looked from her to her stomach.

Jessie was trying hard to keep it together. Her hand rubbed over the small belly that was hidden under her clothes. “A couple of months now. I found out after the preliminary hearing. I didn’t think it was a good time to tell anyone.” 

“Have you told your mom or Bucky?” Steve questioned, but he watched as she shook her head no. “Promise me you’ll do that today. Then tell Nat and the gang. Anything you need they’ll make sure you have it. Do you understand?”

Jessie slowly nodded her head, her eyes finally allowing the tears to fall freely. She placed her hand against the glass. “We can get through this Steve. I know right now things look bad, but I know we’ll be okay.”

Steve kept shaking his head at her as she spoke. He wanted to believe that everything would be okay but deep down inside he knew he would never see the outside again. The best way to help Jessie move on, to help her focus on the baby, his baby, would be to push her away. He was going to regret this but in his mind, it was the right thing to do. She would at least have the support of all their friends. 

“I don’t want you to come back and see me again after today. Do you understand?” His voice was harsher than he ever used with her. Jessie’s brow furrowed, confused by how he suddenly changed his demeanor.

He continued, “I’m taking you off my visiting list. Do you understand that? I don’t want to hear from you or see you again. That baby needs a father and I refuse to be one. Did you think dropping that news before I head to prison was going to make me happy?”

Jessie sat closer to the glass watching as he acted like someone completely different. “Steve, I-I nev-…”

“No, don’t. Did you think you could trap me in a relationship because you’re pregnant?” Steve’s lip curled in disgust but inside his heart was breaking as he watched the tears continue to flow down her cheeks. “Jessie we’re over, done with. Find someone else to be the father to that child.” Steve slammed the phone on the receiver and stood up.

Jessie clenched the phone in one hand like a lifeline to him, the other on the glass as she sobbed. She kept begging for him to pick the phone up but the glass muffled her cries. Her hand kept slapping the glass as he turned to leave with a corrections officer.

“Steve, please! I’m sorry, please don’t do this.” She pleaded with him but it was too late. He was gone, never looking back at her. 

Jessie was escorted out of the jail and stumbled outside into the afternoon sun. She staggered to the car that Nat and Clint were leaning against while Tony, Sam, Thor, and Pietro stood by their bikes. As soon as they saw her crying they ran to her side.

Nat's hands cupped Jessie’s cheeks gently. “What happened?” 

Jessie looked up at her friend and collapsed. Clint caught her before she hit the ground, his arms quickly scooped her up and walked to the car. He whispered in her ear, “Easy hun, I got ya.” 

He placed Jessie into the back seat and Nat hopped in next to her, while Clint jumped into the driver's seat. The other men stood outside the backseat door while Nat’s hand lightly grasped Jessie’s. “Hun, what happened? What did Steve say?”

Jessie stared out the window, trembling as she spoke, “Steve doesn’t want to see me ever again.” Nat, Clint, and the gang were shocked by her words. They knew how much Steve and Jessie loved one another. Jessie told them everything, including the pregnancy. She was supposed to see Bucky but now she just wanted to go home. 

Nat instead offered to talk to Bucky and let him know what happened. Nat knew that once Bucky found out what happened between Jessie and Steve it would shake their friendship to its core. Bucky had warned Steve years ago to never break Jessie’s heart. Time would tell how that would play out. Either Bucky would talk sense into his friend or things would be rocky for the men. Thor offered to stay behind with Nat while Clint and the gang took Jessie back to her home. Since the trial, Thor had been nicer to Jessie and had even apologized for his outburst when Becca died. 

As Nat left to go inside the jail Clint pulled out of the parking lot and drove in silence with Jessie in the back seat, staring into oblivion. He could see how hurt she was and had called Winnie to see if she could come over. When they arrived at Jessie’s house she went inside to change into comfy pj's. Jessie was going to need her ma and friends now more than ever. She was going to be a single mom, something Jessie never would’ve imagined. 

Once she was changed Jessie caught a look of herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. But what caught her attention was the little tummy that was forming. She never noticed it before due to being focused on the trial. Her hands ran across her stomach and she let out a sigh. “It’s just going to be us from now on, little one.” Whatever the future was going to throw at her she now had a little life to protect.

Chapter 12

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The Type You Save ~ S I X T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: the penaultimate chapter

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Previous: F I F T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Steve woke up with pain.  Shit, he thought to himself.  The light in the room was blinding, not helping the headache he had at all.  He blinked slowly trying to orient himself.  He went to massage his head but found he couldn’t move. This is what finally brought him into full consciousness.  He looked to see Nate sitting next to him, tied to the chair with his arms behind his back. He finally lifted his head and saw Alex in front of him, also tied to a chair but gagged.  He could see that she had been crying.  “Alex?” 

“Ah, Captain Rogers, good to see you are finally awake.”  A man in a crisp suit stood in front of him. “I don’t believe we have met.  Christian Grey.”  

Steve stared daggers at the man. “You’re the asshole that is trying to rip my family apart. Trying to take my brother’s wife.  My nephew’s mother.”  

“She is mine,” Christian snarled.  “She was always mine.” He punched Steve in the face. Steve raised his face back up, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his lip. Alex muffled scream came from across the room.  A laugh could be heard, and he looked to see another man with Zemo standing next to him.  

Christian walked over to Nate. “I knew you would betray me, Nathaniel.  You were always weak, especially for my girl.”  

“She was never your girl.” Nate looked defiantly towards him.  “You took an innocent girl and ruined her.  I did everything to protect her.  You just wanted to fuck her up.  We had a code, ethics.”  

Grey got right in his face. “Don’t act like you had to moral high ground,” he snarled.  “You were right there next to us, doing my dirty work without a second thought.  You lusted after Alex just like every other man. Let me rephrase, you were in love with her.”  

Nate didn’t blink.  “Yes, I do.  I loved her so much, but she deserved more than this life.  I had no problem helping her escape if it meant she was happy. I couldn’t save my soul, but I could save hers.”  

Alex let the tears openly flow.  She knew Nate had a crush, but she hadn’t known how deep it had gone. She looked at him with sorrow.  Nate knew what she wanted to say but he simply nodded.  

“That is so romantic.  A declaration of love,” Grey mocked.  

“Well, it’s better than what you think you are calling love.” Nate threw back.  “Tell her.  Tell her how you made her an orphan. How Walker ran them off that cliff. That you actually found her brother a few days after he tried to leave and tortured him when he refused to give his blessing.  How he begged you to spare her life. How you slit his throat and watched him bled out on the same floor you made her bedroom in.”  

Alex’s eyes widen at Nate’s words.  She started to scream through the gag and buck in the chair. Her mind on Simon.  She had assumed he was alive but underground.  Underground was right but he hadn’t been alive in years.  

Christian roared at Nate. “You think giving her these truths would make it better? I should kill you first, so she knows she is powerless to stop this. Walker.” Christian turned to face Alex as Walker went up to Nate and punched him in the gut, the force tipping the chair over and sending Nate onto his back.  Walker picked him back up and swung at his face, his nose now bleeding but unconscious.  

Alex continued to scream until Grey went and ripped the gag from her mouth.  “You’re a monster! You killed my family!” 

“I only did what I had to do to keep you, Alexandra.  I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”  He saw the confusion in her eyes. “You don’t remember? You wandered into a game one night, looking so innocent and beautiful.  I knew I had to have you.  But Simon refused.  So, I eliminated the obstacles.”  He laughed with such malice that it made Alex flinch.  “You were so easy to mold into what I needed.  Now, it’s time for some negotiations.”  

Outside, the police were slowly surrounding the home and garage.  Infrared camera detected no one in the house but they still send a team in to make sure.  James and Tony were waiting at the command center with the local police captain Thor Odinson.  “The house is clear, but it looks like someone was injured.  They found blood in one of the bedrooms.”  

“Alex,” James whispered and closed his eyes.  He snapped them open.  “Have you found Captain Rogers?” 

“No, but we still have the garage that is a ways back.”  Thor looked at his colleagues. “I would ask but I already know you won’t stay put.”  

“Sorry, but my entire family is in this.”  James pulled on his vest.  

Tony moved to stop him.  “Bucky, are you sure you can handle this?” 

“I need to bring them back to Drew.  He can’t lose them.” He checked the clip on his gun.  “I’m taking Grey dead or alive.”  

“What negotiations?” Alex kept breathing deep, trying to level her head.  But all she saw were thoughts of her parents, her brother, ripped away from her.  

“I have some paperwork that needs to be signed.”  Grey smirked.  “Formalities, really.”  

“Formalities?  For what?” 

“For you to be completely mine.  We have things that need to be resolved.”  

Alex lifted her chin.  “I won’t sign anything for you, you fucking prick.”  

Christian didn’t say a word as stepped towards her.  About six inches away, he leaned to her face.  “Watch. Your. Mouth.”  And without another warning he slapped her, her face rearing as it moved from the force.  A cry left her mouth as the pain radiated.  

“Don’t touch her!” Steve yelled, trying to move the restraints.  He felt one of the ropes slip but didn’t let on as he slowly freed one of his hands.  

“I won’t touch her again Captain.  Not until we finished at least, and I claim my prize.”  He whipped back to Alex.  “These papers.”  He threw them on the table next to her and turned her in her chair. “You will sign them.  Otherwise,” he grasped her chin to have her face the men tied up, “I will make you watch as we began to play with them.  Walker, as you know, loves to have fun with new friends.”  

Alex’s eyes glanced at Walker, an evil smile gracing his face as he played with a knife from his belt, twirling, glinting with menace. “What are they?” she whispered.  

“Marriage dissolution papers.  I want you to be mine and first I need to end your joke of a marriage to that cop.”  

Steve pleads with her. “Don’t sign them, Alex.  Its ok. Everything is going to be ok.” 

Alex could barely see him through the tears building up in her eyes. “I have too Stevie.  I need to save you.”  

“No, you don’t Ale. You were the one we needed to save. Everything will be ok.  Please don’t sign them.” 

The SWAT team approached the garage silently, James and Tony among them.  They all positioned themselves near the windows and doors.  James glanced in to see the three people tied up, Alex’s face red but could see someone with their head down and Steve with what looked like a hand free but playing it off.  “We have three hostages in there, one who looks unconscious,” he whispered.  They could now hear the conversation going on.  

“This is all so sweet,” he heard Grey say, but now is not the time.  A gun cocked back, ready to fire.  “Now, Alexandra.  What have you decided?” 

He could hear Alex sobbing quietly.  “What happens if he doesn’t sign?  You need two signatures.”  

“To save your life, I’m pretty sure I can get your officer to sign them.  He gets everything after all.  Your business, your money.  Everything but your son.  I’ll raise him after this.  Bring him up to be a good soldier and eventual heir.  You will still be his mother, but you will be my queen.”  

Alex face was one of horror, matching the one she could see on Steve’s and unknowingly James’s as well.  “You can’t have him,” she whispered.  

“Oh, I will pet.  And we will have others.  Our own little family.” Christian laughed, echoing in the garage. 

Steve saw out of the corner of his eye that Nate was waking up.  Nate looked around and saw Steve waving his loose hand at him.  He gestures to charge, and Nate understood.  He waited until Walker turned his back on the men.  Steve loosened his other hand holding the rope, so no noise was made.  He glanced around for a weapon and saw James in the window.  James winked and Steve understood.  They were no longer alone.  

He saw the men waiting for Alex to make her decision.  He subtly glanced at Nate and nodded once.  

James got ready after explaining what he saw.  He made it to the main door. And took a breath. Please God, make sure they are ok. He closed his eyes and opened them with focus. The SWAT team took position in front, their tactical gear making the practical choice for all.  Odinson counted down in his ear piece.  “Breach in three, two, one… “  

“Let’s have it, Alex.  I want an answer.  NOW!” 

Alex pulled in a breath as she could see that Steve was free and motioning Nate, looked in her direction.  But not at her.  And it hit her.  He was here. James was here. “Fine, I’ll sign.  But I need my hands.  I want to read it.  To understand what you are taking away from me.”  

Grey smirked.  “Sure.”  He let go of the tie on her wrist and she flexed.  She picked up the papers and started to read them, her eyes moving but actually observing the scene. Walker and Zemo had their backs to Steve and Nate, a huge mistake on their part.  Grey had his body turned as well.  

Steve saw that he had Alex’s attention.  He held up a hand counting down.  Closing his fist, he quietly went up to Walker, Nate up to Zemo and charged.  Steve put Walker in a choke hold while Nate charged into Zemo’s stomach, dropping both.  Grey turned to the commotion and then back as the door burst open.  

“Police!” 

Grey didn’t hesitate, firing at the officers as he ducked behind the desk.  Alex pushed herself back out of the way, but Grey grabbed her. Walker loosened Steve’s hold, turned and pointed his gun at Steve, but a SWAT officer took him out before he had a chance.  

Nate was loose from the chair and began to wail on Zemo.  Zemo pushed him off, but Steve got there with Walker’s gun.  “Move and you die, “ cocking the gun back.  

As the police moved in, Grey took hold of Alex and used her as a shield, his gun at her head, arm around her neck.  James ran in and stopped.  “Ah, Sargent Barnes. Nice of you to join us.”  

“Stop!” James put his hand up to stop the other officers.  Steve looked up and his face fell.  Nate’s face twisted in anger at the scene.  “Ok, just let her go.”  

“Let her go?  No, I don’t think I will.”  

“Jamie!” Alex cried.  

“Its ok Allie.  Everything is going to be ok, doll.” James took in her disheveled state.  “Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head slightly. “No.”  

“Ok enough chatter. You are going to talk to these nice officers and let us walk away.  I’m going to put her in the car with me and we are going to drive far away.  I won’t hurt her, and you get to live.”  

“That’s not going to happen.” James kept his gun trained on him but had no clean shot.  

A movement in his peripherals caused Grey to shift.  “Think about what you are going Captain.  I just need to pull and the world ends,” stopping Steve in his tracks.  

“Ok, let’s just remain calm,” James called out.  “You have no clean exit, Grey.  I don’t want to kill you, but I will if you try and take her from me again.”  

“Take her?  She was mine to begin with!  She was always mine!  And you, you just charmed her with your Brooklyn ways!” Grey screamed.  “You took the only thing I have ever loved!” 

“She ran from you.  What does that tell you?” 

“Alex just needed time.” Grey was letting his delusions out. “Didn’t you just need time pet?”  He grasped her neck harder, making her cry out.  “She’ll see that we are perfect together. I just need to get rid of the obstacles.  I just...” his eyes moved to James.  “I just need to get rid of you.”  He moved his gun away from Alex and pointed it at James.  

“No, please!” Alex yelled.  “I’ll leave, I’ll stay with you.  Please don’t hurt him.” She cried harder.  “Please don’t kill him.”  

“You need to stay with me Alex and the only way is if he is gone.” His attention was now on Alex, watching her beg for her husband.  

“Please Christian, I’m begging you to leave him alone.”  

In the chaos of her pleas, Nate moved closer to James.  He knew how unstable Grey could be.  He got around Steve just as Grey refocused the gun on James.  

“Thanks for keeping her safe Barnes.  But it’s time to go.”  

Alex screamed as the gun fired at James.  “Jamie!” 

James fell over, the wind knocked out of him after he hit the floor. He coughed and looked up to see Alex fall to her knees leaving Grey wide open.  He fired and hit Grey right in the chest, the blood splattering onto Alex as Grey fell over on top of her.  

That’s when James realized a body was pinning him down.  

“Nate!” Alex screamed  

James realized that this was Alex’s friend who jumped in the way to save his life. He pushed him over to see blood seeping from his stomach.  James immediately put pressure on the wound.  “Steve! Get Alex!” 

Steve pushed Grey off of Alex.  Steve checked her over as she thrashed to get to James and Nate.  “Stevie please, I’m fine!” She finally pulled free. “Alex, wait.”  

She fell next to Nate.  His eyes looked around panicking until he saw her face.  “Its ok Nate, it’s going to be ok,” she whispered.  

“We need EMTs in here now!” James yelled.  “Come on Nate, keep your eyes open.”  

“Please Nate, keep your eyes on me,” Alex pleaded.  She took his hand into hers.  “You have to live, ok? I need to kick your ass for being so stupid.”  

Nate tried to smile, blood coming from his mouth, staining his teeth.  “Love. You,” he labored to say.  

“Love you too Nate but don’t do this ok.  My son needs to meet you.”  She watched as his eyes began to flutter.  “No, no, no, Nate come on, stay with us.”  

The EMTs rushed over, and James moved out of the way to let them work.  He went to Alex to move her out of the way. “Come on Allie.”  

“No, I can’t leave him! Nate! Nate!” she screamed as James picked her up and pulled her away.  “Jamie please, he needs me.”  

“I know doll, I know.  I’m sorry.”  He held her close as she screamed for her friend.  

Nate felt cold, but when he looked into Alex’s eyes, knowing she was now safe, he felt at peace.  He let his eyes close as the medics worked on him. He could rest now that she was safe. 

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