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I love dark and evil Steve and Bucky!!!!! Omg so good

First and Last

A late addition to @jtargaryen18​‘s 4K challenge. Congrats, Snow Queen! You deserve it!!! Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader Summary: Masquerading as Beta was an easy choice. Too bad Bucky Barnes had other plans for you. Word Count: 3,500 Warnings: Rape/Non-Con (do NOT read if this upsets you!), possessive behavior, forced bond. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own!

“Captain Rogers? You wanted to see me, sir?” you asked as you walked into his office, pausing when he closed a file on his desk.

“Steve,” he replied kindly, gesturing to the chair at the front of his desk. “Please, take a seat.”

You walked over and quietly sat down, wondering why you had been called in. 

“Relax. You’re not in any kind of trouble,” he assured you, smiling a bit when you looked more comfortable. “I actually wanted to tell you that you’ve been doing an excellent job.”

“Oh. Thank you, Cap- Steve,” you said, trying not to preen under the praise. It wasn’t something most betas would do. 

As far as everyone knew, that’s what you were…a beta. A strong, capable force to be reckoned with. Someone still respectful to Alphas, but not one to be coddled or treated differently because biology dictated it. That wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to be treated as an equal.

Society had come far, but not far enough. When you presented as an omega, you were treated as fragile and expected to find an alpha to serve. And some certainly tried to push their way in. So you took defense classes. You were smart. You studied. You weren’t going to limit yourself just because some people were still stuck in the old mindset. 

It wasn’t easy having everything changed to state that you were a beta, but it got you where you were. Fellow agents and everyone else alike treated you fairly because of how hard you worked. The scent blockers and suppressants helped you maintain the masquerade. Only your medical file told the truth and no one had access to that. If they knew the truth…it would all be undone. 

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#this is too much to handle

@sunshinebuckybarnes here you go ☺️

So….today is my birthday, which I already hate, but a few people managed to ruin it even more when I was actually in a decent mood about it. Just know: your writing managed to pull me out of that negative headspace. I hope you are told constantly how wonderful it is. Now, back to your regularly scheduled hoe down

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🥳🎈🎉❤️ I’m sending a few GIFTs your way:

I’m sorry you had a shit day and people can suck but please know that I am sending you the biggest hug and birthday cake and fun horny energy 🥺❤️

If you worship and adore Infold I just want you to know that you’re supporting a predatory company.

SUMMARY: It’s undeniable that feelings of scarcity and loss are evoked in players by the current rigged system, pity taken into account. This leads to players spending money (they’re preying on us, using basic psychology). Infold is making huge money in a predatory way. This is Capitalism and Corporate Greed at its worst. They’re not using their colossal profit to give back to the community either. Instead, they’re limiting free gifts & making the game harder for long term players. They don’t care about us.

Just because Love and Deepspace is easier than other Gacha games does NOT mean that it’s not also inherently predatory. You’re just seeing the lesser of two evils. Infold’s profit margin is INSANE.

Love and Deepspace is built on a gambling system. These sorts of systems prey on people who might have certain personality traits (collecting cards is not always driven by free willed choice— more on that later), & our generation has a greater need for dopamine because of social media, etc. The Pity system being set to 70 pulls, along with the dreaded 50-50, and the lack of sources for Diamonds, are all done on purpose. It is extremely difficult for anybody to play this game for free and pull even a single card they want. I’m not even talking about the struggles of those who love multiple LIs— we have it really hard, impossible really. Their revenue and profit is INSANE. They aren’t giving back to the fans with all the extra income, either. Good companies have done that. But Infold doesn’t have make a good effort to add in new features or have lowered prices. Why? Because they’re greedy. It’s undeniable that feelings of scarcity and loss are evoked in players by the current rigged system, pity taken into account. This leads to players spending money (they’re preying on us, using basic psychology). Infold is making huge money in a predatory way. This is Capitalism and Corporate Greed at its worst. They’re not using their colossal profit to give back to the community either. Instead, they’re limiting free gifts & making the game harder for long term players. They don’t care about us.

Reblogs appreciated! Thank you for reading.

if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

tw // dark!andy, drugging, ovulation, ovulation cramps, late period, breeding kink, smut (implied? not much?), dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS!

god the concern on his face is something that doesn’t come naturally—it’s fake. when you wince in pain, the look is immediately plastered.

“are you okay, honey?” he questions, watching you from not too far. he’s only half a meter away from you. you nod your head, before shaking it.

“ovulation cramps. my period is kinda late, and it’s been happening for around two weeks now,” you tell him, finally opening up about your issues.

“should we go to the doctor?” andy questions, coming to your side and holding your hips. you immediately melt into his touch, pressing your body against his.

you shake your head again.

“maybe it’s a sign, y’know,” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to the side of your face. you lean into the affection, and he peppers smooches down to your neck.

“for?” you ask? moving your hand down to his hard cock. “for us to start trying,” he whispers in your ear and he pushes a hand between your thigh. you absentmindedly nod, before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“yeah, we should. fuck, i need you so badly, andy,” you whimper, before slamming your mouth against his. he needs you too, if not more. you don’t know that, though.

and you also don’t know about the little crushed up pills in the food he makes for you.