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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Captain_America_-_All_Media_Types, Captain_America_(Movies), Marvel
      Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Brock_Rumlow, Jack_Rollins/Brock_Rumlow, Jack
      Rollins_&_Brock_Rumlow
  Character:
      Brock_Rumlow, James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Jack_Rollins, Winifred_Barnes,
      Rebecca_Barnes(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Brock_Rumlow,
      Omega_Bucky_Barnes, Brock_Rumlow_is_a_Stalker, But_he's_kinda_sweet, in_a
      sick_kind_of_way, Abuse, Underage_Sex, Anal_Sex, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat,
      Mating_Bites, Knotting, Angst, Dark, Light_BDSM, Master/Pet, Kinda, Brock
      Rumlow_is_a_Sicko, Mental_Health_Issues, Manipulation, Jack_Rollins_is
      more_of_a_Sicko_than_Brock, Torture, Mutilation, Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat,
      POV_Bucky_Barnes, Bucky_Barnes_Needs_a_Hug, Bucky_Barnes_Feels, Creepy
      Brock_Rumlow
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-11 Updated: 2017-08-21 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3092
****** My Twisted Obsession~ ******
by PudgyBucky
Summary
     Brock is obsessed with obtaining his soon-to-be mate James Buchanan
     Barnes. Brock has waited eight entire months to get his prey right
     where he wants him: in heat and alone.
     Brock forces a bond on Bucky and believes the bond can eventually
     make Bucky submit to him willingly. He thinks he's earned his happily
     ever after...
     He's in no way prepared for the horrors to come.
      
     (POV changes by chapter)
Notes
     Please heed the warnings in the tags! This story will be dark!
     Alrighty... so just a heads up in this story... omegas have almost no
     rights. So, for example, if an omega is in heat and gets claimed,
     it's seen as the omega's fault for tempting the alpha instead of the
     alpha for taking advantage of the omega.
     This will be explained further along in the story I just wanted to
     give ya a heads up!
     I hope you enjoy the story! and please leave comments and kudos!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** I tried to make your cage a home~ *****
Brock's knees ached and he had to piss. But he knew nothing could tempt him
away from his hiding spot. He was well aware of the wet shrub and wet ground
making his clothes soggy and of the shrub's leaves and branches making his skin
itch. He was just glad the plant still had any leaves. Winter was coming and
soon this pathetic little shrub would no longer conceal him.
It would be a tragedy, really. The spot was perfect, no matter how cliche it
was. Brock shifted slightly, hearing his knees crack and groan as he leaned
over to peek through the small gap in the blinds.
And there he was. Brock's little omega. Curled up in bed wearing his winter
coat and the blanket Brock snuck into his backpack about a week ago. The poor
thing was shivering so hard even with the coat and thick blanket. His worthless
parents couldn't afford to keep the house heated because they were wasting all
their money on trying to keep his omega's stupid little premature baby sister
alive.
Brock didn't know why they chose to waste their money on some weak infant when
they had such a marvelous son. A marvelous son that would soon be all his.
Brock watched as his omega, James, shivered on the bed while trying to read a
book that Brock assumed was for one of his classes. Brock didn't like that his
omega attended school. Omega's shouldn't have to go to school. His omega, in
particular, was at an even larger disadvantage because he was so pretty. When
Brock trailed his omega home from school yesterday, Brock had to bite his wrist
hard enough to draw blood to keep from attacking the kids picking on his Jamie
for how sweet he smelled. Brock growled at the mere memory.
Brock knew that sweet scent the others teased him about was because he was
nearing his first full heat. Hopefully, anyways. The last eight months of
keeping tabs on his omega was a living hell as well as the sweetest pleasure.
It was hell because the past three times his omega's scent turned sickly sweet
it was nothing more than a preheat. However, whenever that sweet scent managed
to turn into a full heat, Brock knew it would be the sweetest pleasure either
of them has ever experienced. Brock has to shift his pants to accompany his
growing arousal at the mere thought of how his omega would look pinned to the
bed underneath him.
His omega would be lost. He's so young he wouldn't know what was happening to
his body. He'd be out of control and would need Brock's guidance through the
heat.
His omega was almost 16. His body has been through preheats to prepare for his
first full heat, but only after his body finished maturing, would his first
full heat hit. Brock couldn't wait. He knew that Jamie would be so grateful to
have an alpha like Brock to care for him during his heat.
Brock bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud. His omega yawns and stretches
before curling back into his mess of blankets. Brock tries to sear the image of
his stretching omega into his memory. He can already imagine the taste of the
omega's neck underneath his teeth... the sweet sounds Jamie will make when
Brock takes him for the first time.
Brock can't help but reach his hand down into his jeans. He told himself he
couldn't do this anymore... that this was just surveillance, but Brock can't
lie about how relieved he feels after just a few tugs. He changes positions.
Instead of squatting to get a glimpse into the window, Brock moves to his hands
and knees with one hand busy pleasuring himself.
Brock closes his eyes and lets his fantasies take him.
 
~Pudgy Bucky~
 
Brock chugs down his third cup of black coffee, praying that the caffeine will
help him to stay on his feet. He can't be late to walking his omega to school.
His sweet little omega stayed up until 2 trying to finish the homework he was
assigned. Brock could see the frustration written all over his omega's face and
almost felt guilty for jerking off to his omega while he was under such stress.
The only thing Brock could do that night was to quietly whisper promises to his
Jamie about never having to worry again. Once Brock claimed him, his omega
wouldn't have to go to school. Brock would care for him and keep him happy. He
wouldn't have to wear winter coats inside his own damn house. Brock would
provide for him and keep him warm.
These were the thoughts that truly woke Brock up and motivated him to start his
day. Today might be the day his Jamie slipped into heat. And Brock would be
there. No matter what, he'd be ready. Brock packs his bag, including one of the
many king sized kit-kats that Brock's let accumulate at his house in
preparation for his omega's arrival. He knows his omega loves sweet foods so
Brock tried to buy an assortment of candies that his omega will hopefully like.
With that thought, Brock laces up his combat boots and heads out to give the
chocolate bar to his soon to be mate.
He goes to the crappy coffee store near his omega's home and purchases yet
another black coffee before taking a seat that offers a view of the road that
his Jamie always takes to school. Once he spots the familiar mop of brown hair
he stands, drops a few crumpled dollar bills onto the counter and leaves to
follow the lingering scent of his omega.
Today, Brock dares to catch up to the omega and group of people walking with
him. His omega is at the back of the group so it is very little effort to slip
the kit-kat into the side of his book bag where a water bottle would normally
go. Even so, Brock's heart was pounding just at being so close to his omega
after so many long months. Brock wants to reach out and touch his hair. He
can't count how many times he wished he could touch his omega's hair. Whether a
gentle pet or a rough pulling of hair... Brock's mouth is watering and his cock
is beginning to show its interest in the filthy thoughts running through
Brock's mind.
Brock forces himself to slow his pace and allow the group to gain distance from
him.
He watches as his omega hops up the school steps and through the doors. Brock
waits a few more minutes, angry about losing sight of his omega, but definitely
not pouting, before forcing himself to turn and continue with his daily routine
of the past eight months.
First, he heads to the nearest restaurant and scarfs down as much food as he
can fit. Chasing his omega down all day usually means Brock won't have many
chances to eat. Brock is a professional. He knows better than to try and eat
during his surveillance missions. It's simply too risky and Brock can't afford
a single error when it comes to his precious omega. Okay... Besides those few
slip ups where he was thinking with his cock and not his brain.
After stuffing himself sick, Brock travels to the nearest store to ensure for
the dozenth time that he has everything imaginable to make his omega as
comfortable and secure as possible during his heat. Brock can't help but look
through the store again to try and find something he might have missed the many
other times he came to this store. Although he can't find anything his omega
needs, he purchases more meat, more chocolate, other sweets, and a set of
pretty markers his omega can use to entertain himself. He isn't sure whether
his omega is artistic, but he wants Jamie to have the opportunity to either
create masterpieces, write poems, or just color and doodle and write silly
notes. Only the best for his future mate.
After he finishes grabbing his new items, he starts the long trek back home.
Once home, Brock places the meat he bought in the overflowing freezer that
Brock ensures is stocked with a load of meat, extra flour, extra cornbread and
biscuit mix, and a bunch of other things that the internet said was normal for
family households.
Brock then goes to put the chocolate in the fridge that has one drawer entirely
dedicated to chocolate and other meltable sweets. He's also ensured to stock
his fridge with a plentiful amount of drinks. Brock has a list of perishable
items that he'll need to buy once he's already invited Jamie into his home such
as milk, eggs, and bread.
After checking the contents of the fridge to ensure it's acceptable enough for
his omega, Brock takes the markers into his room and places them on the desk
that's overflowing with books and coloring books and an assortment of papers
and pens. Brock smiles smugly at how utterly prepared he feels for the arrival
of his omega.
Brock scouts his room once more to ensure he has all the necessities for his
omega. After he feels satisfied, Brock strips and takes a burning hot shower.
He scrubs himself roughly until his skin stings. Once he finishes, he dresses
again and tries to cook the oldest meat in his fridge. He learned the hard way
that it was wise to date your meat... A night wrapped around the toilet isn't
something Brock will be willing to forget anytime soon. He uses the oldest meat
that's almost freezer burnt- so his omega won't have to- to make tacos.
Brock forces himself to eat as much as he can before he's out the door again to
trek back down to walk his omega home from school.
He gets there three hours before Jamie's school lets out. He sits and waits. He
started bringing some stupid crossword puzzle books to keep him occupied a few
months back. He had bought them for his omega, but Brock couldn't see the harm
in using a few pages. Besides, Brock had already bought his omega another one
out of guilt.
After waiting for almost another full hour, Brock hears fast paced footsteps
and turns his head to see James' mom rushing towards the school.
Today's the day. James must be in heat.
Brock smiles smugly to himself. He puts the dumb crossword book -that he
secretly enjoys- away and stands. He's trying not to admit to himself how
absolutely excited he is. He strategically places himself in the small alley
that James and his mother will have to pass to get home. Then, he waits.
***** I tried to run away from society~ *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi guys! So this chapter was going to be a little over 4k words, but
     I decided to split it up into two or three separate chapters instead.
     Which means the next part is already written and should be published
     before the end of the week!
     Also... sorry to disappoint, but this chapter Bucky will not be
     meeting Brock. It will be more of a look into society and Bucky's
     role as an omega. I'm still building up to the big capture / rescue!
     I hope you enjoy!
      
     WARNING: Teacher is kinda creepy when Bucky goes into heat... if
     that's not your cup of tea then honestly I'd pick a different story
     because this story will be getting very very VERY dark.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
I hide my face in my crossed arms as I rest my head on my desk. I feel sick
from what I assumed was not getting much sleep last night because I had to
study for the huge test I have next block. Instead of catching up on sleep or
preparing for my test, I'm stuck listening to my geography teacher, Coach
Charles, rave about his favorite football team.
Coach Charles was a sarcastic, narcissistic alpha that's given me hell all
year. He's the football coach, so he's constantly trying to set me up with one
of his players. He'll bribe me with better grades or free tickets to the game,
and when I inevitably refuse, he'll call me a blushing virgin and do everything
in his power to make my grade worse. I hate his guts.
Listening to him rant about how the other team cheated them out of their last
game is just plain torture, so I decide to screw the consequences and rest
before my test. It's not like my grade can get much worse in this class.
But sleep, no matter how much I want it, proves to be a challenge. It is just
too hot. I sit up and shrug off my jacket before tucking my face into the crook
of my arms again. After a few minutes of still being too warm, I move my arms
and let my head rest on the cool surface of the desk. I sigh in contentment,
unaware of the snickers and taunts aimed in my direction.
I startle as a heavy hand rests on my shoulder. Sitting up, I can see it is
Coach Charles and I'm already pissed, assuming I'm about to get yelled at for
sleeping during his retelling of the football game.
"Are you feeling alright, son?" The question catches me off guard and I can't
help but to throw him a questionable glance. Coach Charles is bent down, one
hand on his knee, the other on my shoulder so he is eye level. He has a cruel
smirk on his face which confuses me even more. He seems to be holding back
laughter and enjoying my ignorance.
I hear my classmates snicker and laugh and I can't help but to blush at the
unwanted attention. I'm being singled out. Again. But for what? Sleeping in
class? Do I have creases on my face or something?
As I look around the room I can see that a few people have taken it upon
themselves to pull out their phones to film my humiliation. I also notice that
the alphas are on the edge of their seats, nostrils flaring and pupils dilated.
Shit. I suddenly sit up ram-rod straight, realization sinking in. Coach Charles
tightens his grip on my shoulder and I can't stop the whimper that escapes my
lips. I try to stand, but Coach pushes me back into my seat, pinning me by the
hand slowly creeping closer to my neck. I keep my eyes trained on my desk,
humiliated and afraid, as I hear Coach Charles take a deep inhale of my sweet
scent.
The other kids continue to laugh and film my fate while I merely tremble and
fight the tears threatening to spill over. I whine, low in my throat, panic
urging me into the most primitive survival method. Fight or flight. And with
this room filled with alphas, fighting would get me killed...
Coach Charles leans down, mouth dangerously close to my neck as he whispers in
my ear. "You should have been more careful, son." He growls softly in my ear,
earning another whimper, before he straightens, hand still pinning me in my
seat as he looks around the room, flaunting me as his prize to the other
alphas.
Panic. That's what causes me to ram my foot up to catch Coach Charles in his
semi-hard erection. Panic is what causes me to flee the classroom leaving all
my belongings. Panic is what causes me to dart into the nearest bathroom and
curl up in the corner of the handicapped stall.
Thankfully, the restroom is empty. After a few moments of gulping down lungfuls
of air, I force myself to my feet. I need to call my mom. I was never allowed a
cellphone, so I'll have to face the humiliation of going to the office so
they'll call for me. I sigh, shuffling over to the mirror. Wiping my eyes, I
glare at my reflection with hatred. Hatred at whom, I haven't quite determined.
Hatred for the classmates that resent me because of my orientation? Hatred for
Coach Charles who encourages and takes part in the sexist behavior? Or hatred
for myself for being so weak and helpless?
I sigh and scrub my hands across my face before forcing my eyes back to the
mirror. I need to hurry. They might be looking for me.
But I won't get anything done while panicking. So, I go through the same
routine I always do when I try to calm myself. Inhale. Exhale. Clench my fists,
then relax. Take stock. I close my eyes and let myself feel.
Another deep breath. I smell the dirty, public restroom that is slowly filling
with the hated sweet scent of my upcoming heat. I feel the slight breeze coming
from the hall; the cool air tickling the little beads of sweat that have
accumulated on the back of my neck and temples. My hands feel shaky with
adrenaline and my stomach feels cold with fear. My skin feels as if it's
radiating waves of heat, but I can't decipher whether my heat is just that
strong, or whether I'm just putting off waves of fear.
It's my fault, really. I'm one of eighteen omegas out of a class of well over
eight hundred. Omegas are a rare orientation, sure, but finding them at school
or at work? Even rarer. Society sees omegas as nothing but an orientation of
soon to be prostitutes or mates with an alpha that's looking for a sex slave
rather than a bond mate. This encourages bullying and violence towards the
"offensive orientation."
People that want a bond mate, or someone to love and marry, mate with someone
of the same orientation. Alpha is equal with alpha. Beta is equal to Beta.
Omegas, the hated orientation thought to have caused the widespread of STDs,
were almost driven to extinction because no parent wanted a child that weak and
the government could only take care of so many abandoned babies.
My mom says I'm lucky. She kept me. Even though she always wanted an alpha, she
figured my siblings would be able to care for me until I found an alpha to take
me.
Since she hasn't yet been able to bear an alpha child, she raised me to be
cautious and smart and keep myself safe.
And I still managed to make a mess this big. Alphas can't control themselves
around the "overwhelmingly seductive" scent of an omega in heat. If Coach
Charles would've... if he would've raped me, then it legally would've been my
fault. I shouldn't have been so dense as to not notice my own damn heat!
I want to scream. I want to yell and curse and kick and hurt something for my
own mistake. Any alpha cruel enough to take advantage of my heat wouldn't have
been held at fault. It would've been my fault for tempting their instincts and
inducing their rut. I can't believe I was so careless.
I whine, hands shaking as I force myself to leave my thoughts at the mirror and
start walking to the main office. I need to call my mom. I need to get as far
away from this place as I can.
Chapter End Notes
     So how'd you guys Bucky's POV?
     Next chapter will also be from Bucky's POV during the abduction, and
     will also be introducing Jack Rollins and Winifred Barnes!
     Any questions or comments? Drop them in the comments!
     Wanna rant about Sebastian Stan? Meet me in the comments!
End Notes
     Thanks for reading and for all comments and kudos!!
     Until next time ~Pudgy Bucky~
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