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e-dubbc11 · 6 months

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Hot neighbor Rumlow that you see in his yard like this one day. That's it. That's the ask 🥵💦

My lovely Lily,

You have so many great ideas roaming around inside that brain of yours and I love that you share those ideas with me and trust me to bring those ideas to life. So you wanted neighbor Rumlow? Here he is! I really hope you like it and thank you for always sending things/ideas to my inbox and for just being such a good friend ♥️♥️♥️

Hey, Neighbor

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. A couple of swear words, fluff, some smooches, mentions of infidelity and divorce.

Word Count: 3.7K-ish

Summary: You’re newly single and start looking at your neighbor differently.

A/N: I don’t really have much else to say that I didn’t say above. Brock is fun to write for and even though she hasn’t read it yet, Lily said she’s already game for a part 2 🤣 I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The early morning sun peeked through the very small opening in between your bedroom curtains. The warm rays beamed into your room, directly onto the foot of your bed where your dog, Beast, was sleeping peacefully.

It was Saturday and he seemed quite content that he also did not have to wake up early this morning however your internal clock never let you sleep in too much. Waking up with the sun was a lot better than being jolted awake by an alarm while it was still dark outside though so you reveled in the restful sleep you had last night.

You rolled over to look at your clock. It was 7:00 AM, birds were happily chirping outside your window, and you couldn’t wait to get up to do…nothing. It had been over a month since you had a free weekend and all you wanted to do today was relax, maybe start the new book you just bought, or just do whatever you felt like doing.

The house was quiet.

Since you finalized your divorce eight months ago, it had been very quiet but most of the time you didn’t mind. You thought maybe there was something wrong with you because you didn’t really have a problem being alone, sure there were times where you were lonely but you still didn’t mind being alone…maybe you actually preferred it.

You didn’t have any children so the divorce was quick and easy, he let you keep the house because he was moving in with his girlfriend, the one he was seeing while still married to you.

Yeah, that felt like a punch to the stomach. How could you not see it coming? Were you that blind? You thought you were happy together but it was all a lie, a lie that had dragged on for the past two years. It was humiliating and you felt like everyone knew he had been cheating on you except for you.

Even though they weren’t, you felt like everywhere you went people were looking at you, talking about you, and feeling sorry for you. But you were better off without him and you had everything you wanted right now.

You lived in a nice house, had a good job, friends, family, and your dog. What else did you need right now?

Coffee…coffee is what you needed.

“C’mon Beast…time to go outside, buddy. Let’s go.” You said, patting him on the head as he blinked his eyes and yawned, showing you all of his teeth.

After your divorce, you went to a local shelter because you wanted a dog for protection and companionship as you were now alone in your house.

When you walked in to where all of the kennels were, at first none of them felt like “the one” but as you moved toward the end of the rows of kennels, a young gray and white pitbull pushed his nose through the hole in the cage door and started wagging his tail, aggressively. Whimpering, he licked your fingers when you held them up to the kennel, he was such a sweet boy.

“What’s his story?” You had asked the employee.

“Not much to tell really, this guy has had a couple of homes but each owner said they didn’t really have the space for bigger dog like him and couldn’t give him the attention he needs.” They replied.

You had a decent size home and nice big yard for him to run around in so the decision was made that he was coming home with you and Beast smiled for the entire ride to his new home.

He did his little happy dance with his front paws before you opened the door and as soon as you opened it, he took off running for the very back of the yard where he did his business. As he sprinted back toward you, he stopped quickly in the middle of the yard to bring you his ball that he loved for you to throw for him.

The air was still slightly chilly as it brushed against your exposed skin. Your sleep clothes left little to the imagination, maybe you were still not fully awake yet, but you looked down and realized you were out in the middle of the yard in a thin strap tank top and shorts, with no bra on which of course is when your neighbor stepped outside to get onto his motorcycle.

You didn’t know what he did for a living but he was always out until crazy hours of the night or going in on weekends. You didn’t think he was a doctor; his wardrobe didn’t exactly scream “healthcare professional” but anything is possible. Dressed in all black wearing combat boots, he walked out of his side door with a scowl on his face and a furrowed brow.

His side door faced your yard and he actually did a double take when he saw you standing in the yard, half naked, playing with Beast so you gave him a little wave and a slight smile. He seemed a little flustered and quickly waved back but in an awkward manner.

His name was Brock Rumlow and had just come home from work the day you were moving into your house so he introduced himself to you and your then husband.

At the time, you didn’t really pay that much attention to what he looked like but now that you were single, you had noticed that Brock was quite handsome in a grouchy, angry sort of way.

Brock had dark brown hair, days old stubble on his face, and his eyes were a warm golden brown like the color of amber or whiskey. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when he introduced himself.

But you’ve had little interaction since besides the occasional “good morning” or a wave here and there. You felt yourself staring as he climbed on his bike and sped off down the street. You probably wouldn’t see him again today.

“Beast! Inside, now. Go on, time for your breakfast.” You said, holding the door open for him.

The temperature outside warmed up nicely since this morning and after cleaning for a little while, you decided you were finished with that for the day and were ready to relax with your book and a cup of tea. Part of the reason you bought your house was because it had a reading nook. You had always wanted one and you finally had one, it was your favorite place in the house.

With Beast asleep on the floor next to you and your tea resting on a little table behind your head, you were fully immersed in your book. Since it was such a nice day outside, you had opened the windows to get some fresh air and the curtains swayed as the cool breeze blew in through the screens.

You were so lost in the story, you almost didn’t hear Brock’s motorcycle pull back into his driveway. That’s strange. Usually when he left for the day, he was gone until sometime in the evening but you didn’t think much of it and went back to your book.

The reading nook faced Brock’s house and at one point you looked up from your book to rest your eyes and look out the window. To your surprise, when you looked up, Brock was standing in his driveway…and he was shirtless.

“Holy fuck.” You said out loud.

Oh shit…hopefully he didn’t hear you.

He was quite the specimen, warm tan skin, tight arm muscles and abs you could wash clothes on. How have you not seen this before? It couldn’t be the first time he’s been outside without a shirt but then again, he usually isn’t home during the daylight hours where you could see him clearly.

Beast picked his head up off of the floor as the words escaped your lips and he cocked his head to one side as he looked at you.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” You said narrowing your eyes at him. “I didn’t know he was hiding that body underneath his clothes. How could I?”

You felt a little crazy talking to your dog like he was a person.

It looked like Brock was doing some stretching. Biting down on your thumb, you continued to stare out the window, hoping he was too far away for him to notice you gawking at him. With your thighs clenched together, you inched closer to the glass but you weren’t paying attention to how close to the glass you were.

Your forehead hit the glass with a slight “thud;” Brock looked up from his stretches and looked in your direction, thankfully you were quick enough to duck away from the window.

The pillow cradled your head as warmth rose to your cheeks and you watched as your book, resting on your chest, rose and fell with your nervous inhales and exhales. Beast had started to bark when he heard the thud against the glass. You tried to get him to stop by whisper yelling at him.

“Hey! Ssshhh, stop it! It’s just me!” You said.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, you saw Brock had gone back to his stretching. It looked like he was getting ready to go for a run. Beast finally stopped barking and Brock took off down the driveway.

You watched him until he was out of sight; finally, you could breathe easy but now you were wondering if he had noticed you watching him. You didn’t think so but it was still a possibility especially after the dog started to bark.

Maybe you were done reading for now.

**********

Since you had the entire day to yourself, you had the time to make your grandmother’s spaghetti sauce. You were the only one she trusted the recipe with and each time you made it, you reminisced about all the times you helped her make that sauce.

It would cook on the stove all day and your reward for helping her was she would give you a small bowl filled with sauce and a couple pieces of Italian bread for you to dip with. You would always get to have some before anyone else did, it was one of your favorite memories of her.

To get even more fresh air inside the house, you had opened the front door and kept the screen door shut plus Beast loved to sit in front of the door and watch people and cars go by.

While stirring the sauce, your back was toward the front door when Beast started to whine and scratch at the door. You figured he just saw another dog walk by; he loved to say hi to every person or animal that walked by the house.

He barked then scratched at the door so hard that he nudged it open and ran outside. You turned to see the screen door ajar and swaying back and forth.

“Shit! Beast! No!!” You shouted after him.

After you ran outside and down the driveway, you looked around for him and finally found him licking Brock’s face just past your mailbox.

“Oh my god, Brock I am so sorry! He just pushed the door open and ran out before I could stop him.” You said apologetically.

Brock was kneeling down next to Beast, gently patting his head.

“Oh that’s alright, doll. He’s a good boy, he just wanted to say hello. Didn’t ya boy?”

The smile on Brock’s face was probably the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen on him which made you smile.

“Well thank you for catching him for me.” You said.

You then did something very out of character. You had always been very shy and quiet but you liked Brock and you definitely couldn’t eat that sauce all by yourself. So even though it made you feel nauseous, you decided to ask him anyway.

“B-brock? W-would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I, well I made my grandmother’s spaghetti sauce and I forgot that it’s enough to feed a small army.” You said, struggling to get the words out.

He looked shocked and didn’t really know what to say, like it was the first time he’s ever been invited to dinner.

“Oh…thank you y/n, but I’m all sweaty from my run just now.” He said, politely.

You noticed the sweat glistening off his body and on his forehead. It was hard not to notice. He really was extremely handsome, especially when he smiled.

“Well you have plenty of time to shower and change. I’m not quite finished cooking yet.” You said.

Brock looked a little uneasy, almost like he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you no. You finally felt ready enough to talk to another man in a way that’s not platonic and you were terrified that he was going to say no. And then to think you would be reminded of that rejection every time you saw him after that.

Glancing down at the ground, you thought maybe it would be easier if you didn’t look at him. Maybe you could keep the tears from stinging the back of your eyes but he surprised you with his answer.

“Well in that case, I’d love to, doll.” He said softly.

Butterflies formed in your stomach and the words that fell from your lips were a little shaky but you managed to get them out without stumbling too much.

“O-ok. Great! I’ll see you in about an hour then.” You said. “Come on, Beast. Let’s go, ya troublemaker.”

**********

Not wanting to look like you were trying too hard but still wanting to look put together, you put on a pair of jeans and changed from a white t-shirt to a black one in case the clumsy version of you decided to show up and get marinara sauce all over yourself. You kept the minimal makeup look you had on from earlier in the day and kept your hair back.

Brock knocked on your door exactly an hour later, Beast helped you greet him at the door by barking and wagging his tail. Brock had brought over a bottle of wine which was very sweet of him.

“Hi Brock…Beast, get down! I’m so sorry…oh, thank you for the wine. That’s very nice of you…BEAST, get down! I know you’re excited that someone else is in the house.” You said.

A slight smiled stretched across his lips as he looked at you with his honey colored eyes.

“I had a grandma once too…she taught me never to show up any place empty handed. I woulda got ya some flowers too but I only had an hour.” He said with a wink.

Brock was dressed almost exactly like you were. Black shirt and jeans but he was wearing black boots; he looked incredibly handsome.

He took one look at the dining room table and admitted to feeling a little underdressed. You had set the table nicely with placemats, cloth napkins, and candles. You didn’t think it was overly romantic but maybe he did and you were afraid you might scare him away but it didn’t.

“Do you need help with anything?” He asked.

You were caught completely off guard by that question. Your ex-husband didn’t help much with the cooking or anything, really.

“Oh! Thank you, I think I’m all set though. Actually, you can open the wine…let me just find the corkscrew.” You said.

**********

Surprisingly, Brock was very easy to talk to. The wine probably helped a little but you had a feeling that maybe he wasn’t as angry as he appeared to be sometimes. Eyebrows pulled together in a straight line, lips pressed together, the gruff raspy tone to his voice when he said “good morning…” maybe he just didn’t want people to know that he’s actually kind of sweet and soft.

“I’ll admit, I was a little surprised when I saw your ex movin’ out. I thought you two had a decent marriage.” Said Brock.

With raised eyebrows, you said, “Yeah well, I wasn’t having sex nearly as often as he was sooooooo.”

Brock looked surprised as you confessed your ex had cheated on you.

“Wait…he cheated on you?” He asked.

“Brock, I feel like everyone else knew except me, like everyone on the street was looking at me differently. I felt really ashamed.” You said with a hitch in your voice as you looked away from him.

Tears welled up in your eyes quicker than you anticipated and before you could prevent one from streaking down your cheek. It was slightly embarrassing because you didn’t know your neighbor all that well and now you were crying in front of him.

“Hey, hey y/n…it’s ok.” He said softly as he gently brushed the top of your hand with his calloused fingers. The rasp in his voice was so sexy. “If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea and I doubt anyone else knew either. Plus…just…well, fuck that guy.”

You weren’t expecting him to say that; it caught you off guard and you let out a little laugh.

“Ya know what? You’re right…fuck that guy!” You exclaimed with a wide smile.

The two of you finished the bottle of wine and Brock insisted on doing the dishes, he actually looked cute with the dish towel draped over his shoulder which, you couldn’t help but notice, was filling out that part of his shirt nicely. Was it the wine that was making you warm or was it him?

You continued to talk for a while longer before Brock got up to leave. You really didn’t want him to go though.

“In my line of work, they don’t really care that it’s Sunday. I have to get up early tomorrow.” He said.

Nodding your head, you replied. “Oh of course. I understand.”

You followed him over to the front door, he turned to face you, and said, “Thank you for this, y/n. It was really nice, haven’t had a home cooked meal in awhile so thank you again.”

Your bodies were close, sharing the same air and you could smell the wine on his lips as he spoke.

“You’re very welcome, Brock. I’m sure I’ll still be eating that sauce for days but thank you for trying to help me make a dent in it.” You said, nervously.

Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it was going to burst out of your chest. You knew your skin would be warm to the touch as your heart beat faster and faster.

“Well…goodnight y/n.” He whispered.

His warm breath brushed against your ear, the air between you felt thick, like you could cut it with a knife and you wanted him to kiss you so badly.

You replied. “Goodnight.”

He walked out and turned back once more to wave and smile at you.

Before you closed the door, Beast whimpered while staring out at the street. He was probably wondering where Brock went.

“He went home, buddy. He doesn’t live here, ya know.” You told him with a slight smile but in a disappointing tone.

As you closed the door, Beast whined again and you whispered, “I know, I wanted him to kiss me too.”

After your shower, you decided to read a little more. The lights in the house were dimmed, the only bright light in the room was your book light and you had only been reading for about 20 minutes when Beast let out a low growl. You looked down at him, his tail started to swish back and forth then started to whine.

“Ya know for a big bad pitbull, you whine a lot like a little baby. What is it?” You asked.

Immediately after you asked that question, there were three loud raps against your front door. Confused, you put your book down, threw the blanket off of your legs, and walked over to the front door. Beast followed you, wagging his tail.

Brock was leaning against the screen when you opened the front door.

“Hey doll, I uh…well, I forgot something.” He said, opening the screen and stepping inside.

You looked up at him, then looked back over at the dining room chair, still a little confused.

“Oh…I don’t remember you bringing a jack—“ You tried to say before he cut you off.

Brock’s lips collided with yours, as he closed the door behind him. Suddenly your back was against the wall, running your fingers through his thick brown hair, while your lips parted, giving his tongue access to your mouth.

He was a really good kisser.

Brock’s chest was pressed firmly against yours, so you were pinned in between him and the wall. He was so strong but it felt amazing to have your body pressed against his. He nipped at your jawline and peppered kisses up and down your neck while soft moans escaped your lips.

Beast stood on his hind legs and lunged toward you and Brock like he was missing out on something. He was whining.

Breathing heavily, you pulled away and smiled at Brock. Your cheeks were warm and you could feel how red they were.

“I think someone else wants a kiss.” You said. “Careful, he has a fast tongue.”

Brock bent down so he was level with Beast and he glanced up at you. “Yeah, he ain’t the only one.” He said with a wink.

You covered your eyes in embarrassment.

After giving Beast gentle pats to his head, Brock stood up and closed the gap between your bodies. He cupped your cheeks, leaned in, and kissed you again. These were gentle kisses, soft and sweet and his stubble lightly brushed against your skin.

It had been awhile since your lips had touched someone else’s, his kisses sent shivers down your spine and gave you butterflies in your stomach. These were feelings you haven’t had in a long time; you were nervous but willing to give it all another chance.

“Dinner at my place next time, doll?” He asked.

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you purred into his ear.

“Only if we can have dessert first…neighbor.”

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fluffyprettykitty · 9 months

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Happy summer sleepover my lovely Selene! ☀️

Now you know how much I love my Billy BUT! I do also love me some Brock Rumlow soooooo I was thinking exercising with him, like boxing or MMA type workout? That leads to a shower and goes from there? Whatever strikes your fancy (if it strikes your fancy. 😄)

Pretty please and thank you!

🌹

pairing: trainer!Brock Rumlow x female reader

words: 400

a/n: thank you so much my beautiful friend for entrusting me ;)

"Good, good, one more punch."

You strike him again, fast and swift just like he taught you and he praises you once again, making you smile.

"Your progress, man.." Brock Rumlow, your trainer and the owner of the boxing gym you frequented shook his head looking at your figure. "It's incredible, the best goddamn thing I've ever seen." He looks straight into your eyes, something that he loved to do and you smiled at him thanking him.

"It's all you, you know."

"Trust me, I've been doing this for years, It's all you."

The way he said caused a sparkle in your body and you couldn't help but feel a heat rising inside you.

"We're done, you can shit the shower." He winked at you and proceeded to help you take off your gloves.

For months now, you counted the minutes till you could come for a workout, always asked for a private session, and groaned whenever he wasn't available. This was almost the case today, you had a fixed hour but he couldn't make it, he called you and asked you to please wait for another hour and he'd be there.

And he was right like he said.

"You should let me make it up to you, making you wait like that." Brock said as he escorted you to the locker rooms.

"You don't have to, you got a busy schedule, it's alright with me. My shift starts at seven, I still got plenty of time to get ready."

"Seven, huh?"

"Well, more like eight, I got one hour of commute first."

"Right. How about then..." He trails off looking at you as he pushes the door of the vip bathroom open, he always allowed you to shower in the trainers' room. "I help you loosen up before work."

"How would that happen?"

"Special massage offer."

"Oh right? Is that extra pay?"

"On the house."

"Oh special treatment."

"Hydro friendly massage."

"Ooooh."

He pulls the glass door of the shower open urging you inside.

"Top service, never had any complaints."

You smirked. "Constructive criticism only builds morale."

"Maybe you can teach me a thing or two."

"Or several."

You got in the shower, you never made it to your shift on time.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Pretty Little Thing Part 4

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), a little steve x reader (platonic)

A/N: Here is part 4! Rumlow is gross. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: ANGST, forced abusive marriage (sexual harassment), swearing, illusion to smut, fluff!

Word count: 2.5k

Part 3 here

“Did you miss me sweet heart” You trembled, dropping the coffee mug you were holding, cutting your hand as Rumlow stalked towards you to the stool you sat on in the kitchen, arriving days earlier than he intended.

“Clumsy girl” He tsked, caressing your face while bringing your bleeding finger to his mouth, sucking it between his lips. His strokes on your cheek became rougher as he nipped on your finger, causing you to wince in pain.

“You really should be more careful, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my pretty little angel” He flashed a smile, your traces of your blood covering his teeth. He moved closer to you, licking up your neck, whispering in your ear “You didn’t answer me. Did you miss me doll?”

Your blood turned into ice, frozen in place. He had never once called you doll. Only one person called you that.

“I….”

“I missed you so much y/n” Rumlow continued to brush his lips against your neck and shoulders, roughly gripping your waist, pulling you towards him. He slotted himself between your legs, pressing your back against the hard island counter. You whimpered out in pain but he didn’t stop, gripping you tighter, bruising your skin. “God, I missed my wife so much. Tell me, what did you do while I was gone?”

He moved back, cold eyes boring into you as he moved a hand to grip the back of your neck, tugging your hair. “Tell me doll, what were you up to?”

“I-I had dinner with-with my…”

“With who angel, who did you have dinner with?”

“Boss, Pierce wants to speak with you, its urgent” Walker stood at the doorway, unfazed by the scene in front of him. He was surprised he hadn’t been given orders to start digging a 6 ft hole in the back yard yet.

“Be there in a minute” Rumlow continued to grip your hair, your skin burning as he tightened his grasp, smiling coldly at you. “We can talk when I’m back, okay sweet girl?” You whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks as he pushed you harder against the counter. He smirked, dragging his tongue across your skin to lick the tears that continued to run down your cheeks. “I’ll miss you”

You sat, rooted to the stool as your heart began to race. He knew.

***

“Something’s not right”

Sam entered Bucky’s office with Steve, both men were growing increasingly worried about your safety but nothing compared to how Bucky was feeling.

“Parker’s been scoping the place out. Security around his place has been increased, at least 10 men around the front gates and double inside the house. No sign of y/n, she hasn’t been outside once in the ever since he got back”

Bucky nodded as his jaw clenched thinking about you, the bruises flashing in his mind. The glass he held in his metal hand shattered as he thought about Rumlow putting his hands on you. “Steve, call Parker”

He wasn’t taking any chances.

***

“Doll”

Rumlow was sitting on your bed as you stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes undressing you as he stared at you with hunger and lust. You froze as he sauntered over, your grip tightening over the towel you were wrapped in.

“I think its time for some changes my love, don’t you think?” His hot breath fanned down your neck and he caressed your arm, inhaling the scent of your body wash, groaning as his hands skimmed over the water droplets dripping down your thighs.

“I-I don’t understand” Your voice barely came out a whisper as you stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Don’t worry sweet heart, I’ll explain,”

He took your hand as he walked you over to the large walk-in closet, as your heart dropped at the sight. All of your clothes had been thrown out, replaced with lingerie, sheer robes and tight dresses with plunging necklines and high slits. Your pajamas had been replaced with tiny silk gowns, a stark contrast to the large t-shirts you loved to sleep in. The only dress that hadn’t been replaced was your dark green dress you wore on the night you spent with Bucky.

“Do you like it?” He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you tensed, forgetting how to breathe.

“Why?” You felt light headed; knowing exactly why he had taken everything away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

“I didn’t like your clothes, how can I admire my wife when you’re always hiding such gorgeous curves,” His lips dragged across your shoulders, as he nipped at your earlobe. “I think you’d look so beautiful in that dark green one baby”, his voice was dark and cold as his grip around you tightened. “So beautiful”

He whipped you around, grasping your arms in a bruising grip, his nails digging into your skin as you cried out.

“SHUT UP,” His chest heaved as he moved his hand to wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. “You’re a stupid bitch you know that? I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! You get everything you need from me, but you’re a greedy little whore aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?!”

You whimpered as his fingers continued to close around your neck, as he pressed you against the closet wall.

“You’re a spoiled fucking brat” He gripped your arm, dragging you out of the closet, throwing you onto the bed.

“You think you can walk out on me? You thought you were trapped all this time, didn’t you baby,” He leaned down to you, growling “I’ll fucking show you trapped.

He stood up, towering over you.

“LOKI”

A tall slim man in an all black suit walked in the room, his raven hair slicked, ending at his shoulders. He nodded at Rumlow, his cold eyes never meeting yours. He had joined recently, entering Rumlows inner circle alongside Walker and a few others.

“He will watch over you day and night until I decide what I want to do with you”

You had been locked in your room for a week as Loki stood outside of your door, only opening it for meals and water. You stayed under the covers, refusing to let anyone see you in the small pieces of lingerie you had for clothes. Even the dresses had been removed; Rumlow had decided you’d only have access to them if you were going out with him. He did leave one dress; the one he’d use the taunt you with.

You felt like you were slipping into madness; with each passing day, you only wanted Bucky more. You craved the safety of his arms, his intoxicating scent that left you reeling. You missed the way he took care of you, how he wanted to see you smile. You allowed your mind to spiral, until a harsh knock at the door broke you away from your thoughts.

“Are you dressed?” A question Loki always asked before he opened the door. At this point, dressed meant the safety of your bed sheet though you had grown to not care how he saw you, your mind focused on the beautiful man with blue eyes you could drown in. You heard the sound of heavy footsteps ascend the stairs, your body immediately freezing as you hid under the covers.

“You’re coming out with me tonight sweetheart” Rumlow sneered, dried blood still covering his rings as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest. You wanted to protest but the unhinged grin he wore on his face warned you to do otherwise.

You let out a shaky breath, as he stalked over, pulling the sheet you had clutched to your chest.

“Playing hard to get, are you silly girl?”

“N-no” You could feel his hot breath fanning down your face as he tucked a lose hair away from your face.

“I thought about it my love, I thought about cutting off these pretty arms and legs and throwing you off the bridge in a cement block but I can’t do that to my pretty little thing, now can I?”

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, this was so much worse than death.

“Ah ah ah, don’t cry. We’re going to have fun tonight, you can even wear one of those many pretty dresses we have tucked away. Let me show everyone my beautiful wife in all her glory”

Rumlow left, arriving a moment later with a black cut out dress that hardly covered much more than the underwear in your closet. It had thin straps with a deep cinched neck line that accentuated your cleavage. You were seething. You would have worn this for him; he deserved your body, heart and soul. Not this god awful pent up manwhore in heat.

Ever the gentleman, he decided to leave you to get changed “Oh, and do your makeup nicely sweet heart. You know the look I like. And cover up the bruises” He smirked at the doorway, before nodding at Loki to lock the door.

The car ride silent as his hand caressed your exposed thigh. You tugged at the dress, trying to cover yourself from him but he gripped your wrist, preventing you from moving.

“What are you trying to cover up; do you only reserve your body for others?” His voice turned ice cold, as he glared at you, suddenly grinning again as the vehicle came to a stop, the harsh neon lights momentarily blinding you.

Cross Bones. He brought you to his club.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the car through the crowds to the booths that overlooked the club. You thought you noticed a familiar blonde off to the side, but you were hauled up the stairs before you could do anything.

He pushed you onto the large couch, snapping his fingers as a waitress passed by handing him a bottle of vodka. He took a large swing, downing nearly half the bottle before falling beside you, grinning wildly at your discomfort.

“Unhappy are we? Do you know how unhappy I am? Married to someone who should be thanking me for sparing them, who should let me, have access to her whenever I want” He moved his hand to grab your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks.

“But what did I get? NOTHING! For fucking months, nothing. And I leave for a night and you’re ready to spread your legs open for someone else? You want him?! YOU CANT FUCKING HAVE HIM”

He took another swing, setting the bottle closer to you.

“Let’s show these people baby, let’s show all these people who you belong to” His words slurred as he started to move his hands between your knees trying to pry them open. Your mind began to race, you needed at out. You grabbed the bottle, smashing it onto his face.

“YOU FUCKING BI-”

You used the broken end of the bottle to hit him again, causing him to double over pain as shards of glass cut through his face.

You ran out of the club, tears streaming down your face, hardly noticing others stopping and staring at your disheveled appearance. You nearly screamed as you felt a warm hand grab your shoulder pulling you to the side. You turned to see a kind set of light blue eyes looking down at you.

“Y/n-

“Steve please” Your voice was pleading for him to do something, anything.

“Its okay sweet heart, here” Steve slipped his blazer off, wrapping it around you before leading you to the SUV. The drive to was silent. He didn’t prod; the pain in your voice was enough for his blood to boil. You shifted nervously as you noticed 3 cars followed behind. Steve saw your anxious shifting; gently squeezing your hand “It’s okay. They’re with us”

You remained motionless as the cars pulled into the drive way. Steve sat with you as you saw the other men you hadn’t seen before emerge from the cars. There was a tall handsome black man along with a larger blonde who had long hair that passed by, flashing you warm smiles before entering the mansion. A significantly younger boy passed, shyly waving at you before running to catch up with the other two.

A familiar figure emerged from the doors, your heart raced as you jumped out of the car, you’d never leave his arms again.

“Doll?”

You ran into Bucky’s arms, clinging onto him, inhaling his scent as tears flooded your vision.

“Doll, look at me, are you okay?”

You were unable to speak, shaking your head, burying yourself further into his chest. Bucky’s hands began to move quicker than his mind as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to his master bed room. He set you down on the bed, pulling away to see if you were hurt anywhere. You continued to cling onto him, pulling him back to you, never wanting to let go.

“Y/n, baby I just want to see if you’re okay” He tried to reason with you as you tighten your grip around him.

“Please, please don’t let go” You whimpered, reluctantly pulling back. Your makeup had smeared from your tears; blue and purple tints peaked from where you had poorly tried to cover up bruises that littered your neck. He took a deep breath before speaking, as he focused back on you while slipping off Steve’s blazer. Bucky felt hot anger course through his veins, struggling to remain calm as he saw more bruises on your arms and wrists.

“When did he do this to you?”

You shook your head, unable to remember exactly when anything happened. The week you had been locked up he hadn’t touched you but you had lost all sense of time.

“Does it hurt babydoll?” You nodded, but your body wasn’t the one in pain.

“Please show me baby where, I just want you to be okay” Bucky’s eyes were pleading with you, as his fingers skimmed over the bruises, careful not to hurt you.

“It hurts” Tears streamed down your face as you brought his hand to your chest to wear your heart was pounding. “I want to feel something, please. Make it stop, take the pain away”

“Baby…” Bucky rested his forehead against yours, pulling you into his lap. “I want to, I want to so badly, but please let me take care of you first”

You shook your head, grasping the collar of his shirt, your lips brushing against his. He groaned as his hands made its way to your waist, gently laying you down onto the soft pillows. You looked up at him, kissing his lips softly.

“Please James”

Part 5

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Stucky headcanon of Steve and Bucky meeting in the 21st century...

"The mission is simple, get in, get the containment, get out. Minimum casualties."

Steve nods at Fury's instruction, accepting the report he'd just been handed.

"Thought this was a one-man job?"

The sound of heavy, thick-soled boots echo throughout Fury's office. Steve turns to look at James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as The Winter Soldier. Natasha had given him the run-down on Barnes and according to her, he was the best assassin SHIELD had ever commissioned. With over two dozen assassinations, one being a U.S president and top World Court officials making up the rest, Steve had to admit that the guy's resumé was impressive.

He rises to his feet and holds out a hand, a gesture in greeting cos his Mama always taught him to be polite.

"Hello, I'm Steve," he says with one of his best smiles.

Barnes watches him, then his outstretched hand and then turn backs to Fury with a dry look of mild annoyance.

"I work better alone. You know that."

Steve's smile drops along with his hand and he returns to his seat a little put out by Barnes's hostility. He could feel his cheeks burn from embarrassment.

"Well, Captain Rogers has been added to the scheme. He is at your disposal. And when I say disposal, I mean, he's the reason why the mission is minimum-casualty-coded."

Barnes lets out a frustrated sound, a hand on his hip. Steve takes in his black combat gear, noting the probable location of several knives and guns. He's got a black hoodie on but only one hand is gloved. Steve assumes it's simply a training preference. Natasha never mentioned just how good-looking he was, though.

Steve usually kept his attraction to other people carefully hidden beneath a veneer of indifference. Barnes just shattered it. He was Steve's height, with dark, chocolate hair that was swept up into a lazy bun, strands framing his face fashionably. His eyes were a wolfish blue, deep and intimidating. He was thick and brawny where Steve was slim and agile. Steve found himself wondering how it would feel to be under all that muscle during training.

He blushes from the absurdity of his own thoughts and looks away while Barnes continues to plead his case.

"I don't need help-"

"These orders come from the top, so there's really nothing I can do, Barnes." Fury tells him tiredly. "Now, quit pestering me and help your newest teammate get acquainted with mission training. Goodbye."

Bucky rolls his eyes and stalks out of the room before halting at the doors. He doesn't even turn around to look at Steve, but grunts,

"You comin' or what, Spangles?"

Steve hesitantly follows, heart in his throat because it was obvious this Winter guy didn't like his guts. He assumes his rep as the legendary Captain America would have some of the top guys at SHIELD skeptical, hell, he wasn't even well-liked back in his day. He vividly remembers being attacked with fruit during the USO tours. Remembers the resentment on the faces of men like Hodge and Greg, and most of the unit he'd served with until he'd earned their respect when he brought back the 107th.

If he hadn't done that, he imagined he'd be a poster boy for war bonds for his entire miserable life. He'd been to the Smithsonian, seen his exhibit and how they emphasized his time in the military. It was almost as if they didn't know there was an actual Steve Rogers underneath it all. As if they just wanted the world to know that he was all gung-ho for the war. Like he hadn't joined because he'd just lost his mother and wanted to do his best to follow in her footsteps and protect people from bullies.

Suddenly all his nerves had gone out and he was left in a state of shocked despair and depression.

It made sense for Barnes to despise him. Everything he was screamed self-righteousness.

"You comin' or what?" Bucky asks gruffly, shaking him from his thoughts. The elevator had stopped, he realizes, onto a new floor. He follows Barnes, finding it suspiciously hard to keep up with the man's quick and powerful strides.

They enter a standardized training room that's already buzzing with what Steve guesses is Bucky's team. There are about ten men milling about, some doing weights while others are working on weaponry. Steve notices one guy he'd worked with during the New York invasion with the Avengers.

"Holy shit," the man cackles, approaching them covered in sweat.

"Rumlow," he greets with a more professional air. If Bucky's reaction to him was anything to go by, he figured it'd be smarter to be professional, rather than polite. He was used to people not liking him very much.

"Rogers, didn't expect them to bring you in already."

"You knew about this?" Bucky snipes in a pissy tone.

Brock shrugs, "Heard a rumor a couple weeks ago, didn't think of it til now."

"Great," Bucky mumbles while the other guys approach them. Steve takes a step back warily, feeling a bit like a specimen under a microscope.

Bucky glances at him, eyes narrowed for a second before he talks again. "Captain, this is my STRIKE team. I'm assuming you know Rumlow, he's second in command. After him, Rollins. Wilson is one of our newer recruits but we've worked with his team before. He's pararescue. And our two specialists, Lopez and Murdock."

Lopez signs "hello" at Steve and he signs back in greeting, offering her an easy smile. Then he glances at Bucky who's eyes seem to harden and his smile drops again. Great, now his team captain thinks he's flirting with the only woman on the team.

Keep it up, Rogers. You'll be kicked out within the week.

"We have roughly two weeks to prepare for this retrieval. And now, thanks to Fury, we also have to bring Spangles into the loop." Bucky announces, matter-of-factly. Steve winces at the nickname he can already see as a permanent moniker in the very near future.

"Let's get to work."

This is for @thebrooklynnway as per my last post about Marvel villains being absolutely enamoured with "the pretty blonde himbo with big tits and a nice ass."

Also, I feel like I should write a fic about this.

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A Drunken Goodnight

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x new SHIELD Agent!Reader Rating: M Words: 618 Content: 2nd person, pre-WS so Hydra!Brock but pretending to be SHIELD, age gap (reader is 21+, Brock is 40+), power dynamics, tipsy reader, implied manipulation, unreliable narrator Summary: You have a few celebration drinks in honour of you joining SHIELD. A few too many, so your kind of mentor, Brock Rumlow, lets you crash at his place.

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His large hands cup your cheeks and you sway a little, feeling light headed.

You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or his warm, rough hands. “Congratulations, agent,” he hums, grinning and pretending like he can’t see how open and desperate your expression is. “But I think it’s time to get outta here.”

He picks you up easily, your legs and arms wrapping around him as his hand rests on the delicious curve of your ass. But you don’t think anything of it, even when Brock needlessly adjusts your position, fingers brushing the seam of your jeans.

Brock gets you into his car with no problems, you wonderfully pliant and happy to follow his instructions.

You might have drifted off for the drive home because it seems like in only the blink of an eye the car has come to a stop in an enclosed parking lot. “I worry about leaving ya alone like this so you can have my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He breezes past any protests by hauling you out of his car and into his side as you stumble a few steps.

His apartment is warm as he gets you through the door and helps you lean against the wall. You hastily grab his shoulder when he’s crouching and carefully removing your tired feet from the heels you decided to try out for the night. When he looks up at you from between your legs, heat rushes to your cheeks and you might think it had some kind of purpose but your brain is slow and Brock is on his feet again, kicking his own shoes off as he leads you to his room.

You sit on the bed with a soft thump as your legs realise they can finally give up their task for the night. Brock is flicking through his wardrobe and turns to toss a loose t-shirt and shorts. “Hope these are good enough for our new agent,” he teases with a grin and you nod with a soft laugh. “You think you can get changed by yourself, sweetheart?”

More heat tingles against your cheeks as you nod and put the flung clothes to one side. You barely wait for him to turn away before you’re pulling off your favourite top. It catches on your yawn and you giggle again, managing to free yourself with a few grunts.

“That sounded pretty tough, you sure you don’t need my help?”

“No - no I’m good!” You assure him in a determined voice that is way too loud for the two feet he’s stood away from you but his chuckle is amused and you get his spare t-shirt on much more easily. Next are the shorts but given that your legs gave up about a minute ago, you flop back on the bed unceremoniously and lift your hips to get the jeans over your ass and kicked off the rest of the way. His shorts go on with one more jut of your hips to pull them in place and this time you stay laid back on the bed. “I did it!” You declare - like you just solved complicated algebra.

Rumlow laughs as he turns, giving you a playful eyeroll to hide the way he drinks you in. “Real cute, agent. You gonna get under those covers or do I gotta tuck you in?”

Your embarrassment fuels you as you scramble back and manage to get under the duvet, pulling it back down to cover you. Only to find Brock leaning over you, so dangerously close you think he might kiss you.

He brushes a kiss to your forehead and wishes you goodnight, knowing he leaves you a frustrated and tipsy mess.

#brock rumlow x reader #brock rumlow imagine #brock rumlow x you #brock rumlow x y/n #brock rumlow x yn #don't let him fool you #he's bidding his time 👀

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sosa2imagines · 2 months

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Random Question!

#brock rumlow #brock rumlow x reader #frank grillo #avengers x reader #mcu #the avengers #avengers au #May or may not write #wednesday blues #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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Addicted to You

Pairing: Mob Boss! Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 932

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Angst, Allusions to danger, talk of addiction, but not really. Substance use, partying, fake friendships, toxic parents, a sad, famous life, pining, peeing while on the phone, request for rough sex, Sam has a big soft spot for reader despite who she is, Rumlow! reader.

A/N: No one asked for this, but this is in the same AU as Try a Little Tenderness and The Representative. The AU is called This Thing of Ours.

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You were bored beyond measure.

There was also an indeterminate itch under your skin that you needed to scratch.

It happened every time you were in New York.

Like an addict, proximity to your drug of choice had you quietly feening, even though you’d found some safer, more life affirming substitutes.

The paparazzi swarmed you and your girls, and you gave them face although you were behind your designer sunglasses.

You knew that your body, clad in a skintight exclusive dress, the faux fur dripping off your arms, and the 24 inch weave flowing down your shoulders was what they were paid for.

The photogs called your name, ignoring the beauty of the crew around you as you entered the club.

Despite that, your girls bubbled up at the sight of the exclusive club and the other famous faces that turned to stare at you. The owner came over to greet you and lead you up to the VIP. Once settled, the popping of bottles commenced.

You knew why the girls around you stayed close, but you played the bestie game so as not to be alone.

Because that would mean you’d have to think.

“Damnnn… Y/N! That one guy from TMZ sure was sweating where D was tonight. You’d think he was dating him.”

The way Starr cut her eyes at you confirmed that she was the one sweating your latest beau.

You pulled out the phone that had your face plastered all over Times Square with ads and threw it on the table.

“Well maybe I should have let him answer my phone, because D has been blowing me up all night.”

Starr picked up the phone and scrolled through your notifications as Eve looked over her shoulder.

“Dammmm Son!” Eve shouted. “You got this man quadruple texting and shit, and calling too? Yo! Teach me the ways of that golden pussy.”

You laughed, flipped her off and took another drink of champagne.

You didn’t tell them any of what your other taught you. Ways to get a man and keep him, things to say and what not to say, how to eat, keep fit, but still make it all look natural. And yes, pointers on what to do in bed. Your mother was a piece of work, but she was sitting in a life of ease now. Even if her husband was a grade A asshole.

Your mother worked her way from being a drug runner’s girl to being the famous wife of a celebrated television personality, whom everyone (who didn’t know him personally) loved. He was everyone's uncle, and a multimillionaire.

Once the bag was secured, your mother made him adopt you, even though you were already 19, stating that because your father was dead, it was only right. But you knew it was only to have his powerful last name.

You carried the name around with you like the Hope diamond, and it allowed you access to handsome and talented musicians and rappers and actors for the last 8 years.

You were your mother’s dream, and your stepfather's prize. But you would always be a Rumlow at heart.

You were a gangsta.

Kiki’ing with the girls only fostered your boredom so you got wasted, literally dancing on the tables as the wee hours approached.

Around 2 am, you stumbled to the bathroom by yourself, your girls all wasted or having been picked up by the club’s clientele.

Once safe in a stall, and while you were peeing, you pulled your real phone out of your purse.

You closed your eyes and prayed as it rang. His sleepy voice answered.

“‘Lo.”

He sounded unsurprised at your call.

“Come get me baby. I’m at Knack. In SoHo.”

There were a few seconds of silence.

“What would your man have to say about that?”

You sucked your teeth.

“Now I know you’re not worried about him. Did you mean my brother? Brock?”

“You mean your half brother? Rumlow? Fuck him.”

You wiped and flushed the toilet.

“Why do you always call me when you’re in the bathroom?”

You heard rustling as he asked the question and your heart leapt that he might be getting dressed.

“Because what you and I have is so intimate, baby.”

You used your sexiest, sluttiest voice in him as you checked your makeup in the mirror. Of course it didn’t work. He laughed.

“Or maybe it’s because you’re full of shit. Meet me out behind the kitchen in 20 minutes.”

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20 minutes later, a black R8 pulled up outside the kitchen entrance. All of the kitchen crew bid you goodnight as you climbed into the passenger seat. You’d spent the time waiting learning how to make risotto.

The car pulled out and headed toward Brooklyn. You greeted your man. Well, your man in your head.

“Damn, Baby. You smell so good.”

Sam’s gap-toothed grin did you in, as well as the side eye he gave you. He looked over at you and shook his head.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You watched the muscles in his arm as he shifted gears.

“Literally.”

“Don’t be like that Sammy. Just take me to your place and fuck me real good. Hard. All night long. Make me forget my name.”

Your hand was on his muscular thigh and moving north. You told yourself that you craved his control, his hand on the column of your throat while he filled you to the brim.

Sam cleared his throat, clearly tempted. Then he moved your hand back to your lap, and again shook his head. He knew what you said you wanted, but he also knew what you needed.

“No. You’re wasted. What you can do is sleep in my bed tonight.”

He glanced over as you pouted and pretended to be mad.

But a night in Sam Wilson’s arms was the fix you’d been needing.

#sam wilson x black!reader #sam wilson #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #mob boss! sam wilson #mon boss! sam wilson x Rumlow! reader #this thing of ours au

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Until the end of everything

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X HYDRA Agent!Reader.

Word count: 1628 words.

Summary: I would love some fluffy Rumlow.

Warnings: Reader and Brock become fugitives.

A/N: This is @sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s request.

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2011

While listening to the news that Fury was communicating to you, you tried not to change your expression. You could not even believe what he was saying—how was it that he had been able to survive for so long?

You turned around when you felt a light squeeze on your arm; it was Brock. You looked at each other for a few seconds; the two of you knew what it meant. You looked away when you realized that you were about to break the pen you had in your hand.

Dinner time was quiet; tension was felt in the air, and you couldn't stop thinking about what had happened a few hours earlier.

"I don't like this, Brock; how is it possible that this man survived?" And specifically, they would have found it at this time, but above all, why was it not our organization that found it? "you commented.

Brock raised his shoulders; for the first time in his life, he did not have the answer; however, you would be attentive to everything that could happen.

Everyone knew that HYDRA had gained power thanks to the disappearance of Rogers and the fact that one of its best leaders had managed to enter HYDRA without anyone suspecting; no one would suspect the great Peggy Carter, nor that thanks to her, HYDRA had not disappeared.

Therefore, you were not going to let Rogers ruin everything either.

"Maybe we should run away," you proposed, although you were actually joking.

Brock raised his eyebrow. "Why should we flee?" he questioned.

"I joked, but if things go wrong, it's an option."

2014

When your phone started ringing, you threw yourself on the bed and bothered the pillow; when Brock's phone started ringing, you couldn't help but shout victory when you read the message.

"Let me sleep; don't make so much noise," Brock mumbled, a little annoyed.

"You have to read the big news; I doubt they can save him, but they need us right now," you said excitedly.

Brock cursed while taking the cell phone; he assumed it was some stupid last-minute mission, which was not expected and was the best news in a long time.

"Any news on what happened?" Brock inquired. "You'd be at the hospital in less than fifteen minutes, and I wanted to know what he'd face."

"Officer on the S.H.I.E.L.D. part, no, but it was the soldier," you replied as you watched the incoming messages. The next few hours would be chaotic, although you were confident that everything would go according to plan, a lot of hassle would be removed, and Hydra would triumph.

You couldn't stop seeing what was happening; maybe you've never felt so excited in your life before, and yet you had to contain all your excitement when you saw that the plan, whatever it was, had the results you had been dreaming of for years, as well as the smile that was beginning to form on your lips.

What you did not count on was the brief chaos that would be unleashed in the hospital, not among those present, upon receiving the unexpected news. Of course, several people expected a different ending.

You watched, without them seeing you, as Rogers and Romanoff argued, yet you didn't realize that your husband had approached you.

"I have to take it to Pierce," Brock whispered in your ear.

"I guess I have to go," you said without stopping to look at them. There was something hidden. It seems that there are troubles in paradise.

"Yes, but not with us; you'll go tell Pierce what happened."

"Do you think you can fight him?" you asked, concerned; you guessed what would happen, but in reality, you would have preferred someone to tell you what the damn plan was.

You had heard what happened in the elevators, and you needed to know how Brock was, although you were sure that he would be much more than angry, for what they had told you was not so bad, you still felt that your heart beat too fast, like all the times he had been injured on some mission.

You went into the infirmary, surprised by the number of agents there. You couldn't believe Rogers could have fought all those people. You carefully went through the curtain, and there it was; it was only a few wounds.

"Brock... "

You knew things weren't going to end well, so you decided to go find your husband. Once Rogers figured out the whole plan, it would only be a matter of time before they went after you.

They knew what you were doing, but they would not understand your reasons. You kept running down the stairs; surely, on one of the upper floors, one of Rogers' friends would be waiting for you to fight you.

You had probably already lost several HYDRA members, possibly even Pierce, and you were certain that the soldier would have to be contacted in the same way. Somehow, you had to escape; you three had always been a team.

You dashed up two more floors and flipped while drawing your gun when you heard the emergency door open, but you quickly lowered it when you saw it was Brock.

"Are you okay?" "He asked you when he saw you; he also lowered the gun." I was looking for you; we have to go with Pierce; the widow is with him...

"Let's run away," you said, taking his arm in yours.

"But... "

"Do you think they'll help us out? You know Rogers and his team will beat us, and we'll have us in Raft... separately."

You knew that you would convince him; from the moment you met, Brock had promised you that you would never be separated again, not even after death.

Through the intercom, Brock managed to tell Jack the plan, and they quickly agreed.

"Cover me. We have to leave before anyone notices or catches us," he told you as he walked back to where he had entered.

You stopped him. "We can't go around; there are cameras, and I'm sure someone is helping them from there," you said.

You had to go to the basement; there was a secret exit that you used to use when you had to do a Hydra mission that no one from S.H.I.E.L.D. must have known about.

You continued down the stairs; you walked a little fast, but you remained alert in case someone tried to attack you. At that moment, you could not wait for Jack, but you trusted that he would also manage to flee.

Twice they almost caught you, but somehow you got to the basement and went straight to where Brock's bike was, confident that you could continue to elude your enemies.

You hugged Brock's waist while he was on the motorcycle; you put on your helmet, and you couldn't delay. You went out, and you put your head against his back.

You knew it was all over; probably everyone already knew what you were doing, but it didn't matter. You and Brock were going to run away. It didn't matter if you were wanted; it didn't matter that you had to abandon everything and start over.

You assumed that finding a new job and making a living would be simple, but in the end, everyone was your adversary; you couldn't even rely on HYDRA. And yet you had the necessary contacts to "disappear."

If you hurried before it was too late, you could take some things out of your apartment and leave; when the others arrived, you would find nothing, not even a single clue as to where you had gone.

The sirens of the ambulances and patrol cars were heard as you walked your way; you knew you were heading to the Triskelion; probably the chaos was enormous; maybe in a short time, your faces would appear on the news, everywhere, because they would be looking for you; most likely, they wanted to be told everything you were doing and other secrets of Hydra; but nothing that happened or what would happen was going to cause you to be traitors and talk.

You gave Brock a few minutes to say goodbye to his bike; you knew how much affection she had for it, but you would have to abandon it because it was easy to recognize. You entered the building stealthily; instead of getting off the elevator on the usual floor, you went up two more floors. You would arrive from the back; in fact, you would use the emergency stairs to enter through one of the windows.

You went in first, although you had a hard time convincing him since he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, coupled with the fact that you weren't sure if they were already waiting for you.

You began packing quickly, leaving only the furniture, but you didn't want to leave them any of the living memories that Brock and you had been sharing or give them any idea of where you could go, even though you didn't yet know where you were going; Jack sent you a message with the location where he was waiting for you.

They came in two hours later; Sam made an annoyed gesture; the apartment was empty; you were supposed to have been caught, and they needed to find out where you were.

They needed the information from the three of you; they didn't know where you might have gone.

You turned to see the sunrise through the window; in a couple of hours, you would reach your destination. Brock took your hand and saw it; he moved his lips to tell you, "I love you," and you smiled.

You would never be caught.

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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭...𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: tony stark x daughter!reader (platonic) ; steve rogers x reader; brock rumlow x reader; dark-ish!rafe cameron x reader; ward cameron x brock rumlow (platonic); bucky barnes x reader (platonic; maybe romantic later)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon; sexual violence, physical violence; mental abuse; verbal abuse; age gap (reader is turning 20 in future chapters while Rumlow is in his early-fifties); pre-civil war; blood; violence; choking; talks of murder; politics i know nothing about lol. 𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗗𝗡𝗜

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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @willowpains @rovckwells

You didn't quite remember your wedding day...or, as you called it, the day of your death. You couldn't believe your own father made you do this, selling you to the monster you've always avoided. You felt like a little sheep being fed to a wolf.

You were drunk that day, drunk on your own tears. You were young after all, too young for this cruel life and world. Every wish, every dream and every hope of yours was crushed that day, turning you into a plain, alive soul, forced basically to live.

Brock Rumlow grew incredibly much the past years, becoming the principal leader of New York, Florida and a wide part of Washinton. His dark aura had always terrified you as a child, usually when he came into your home and discussed business with your dad. You never understood why your dad, such a good man in your perspective, would make deals with him. This thought haunted you as you grew up.

But being thrown directly in his arms as soon as you were old enough was pure torture, unimaginable for you.

You still remembered the night before your wedding, as you begged your father, Tony Stark, on your knees not to make you do this. But, obviously, your pleas and cries were ignored, his "career" and "business life" were more important for him that his own fucking daughter.

Somehow, you still managed to love your father, because, after all, he was the only family you had. But, deep down in your achy soul, you were numb towards him for what he did to you.

Of course, men did not care. They never cared. But you did. And it wasn't fair, it was your life. They had no right to take it away from you.

You watched the fat drops of the rain running on the huge glass of the bedroom. It was quiet in the massive mansion, your husband was not home, thankfully. Your thoughts wandered, as always. You couldn't sleep, you missed your dad, you wanted to be home, not in this dark hellhole.

Your spirit was broken. The first days you tried to fight Brock back, you tried to resist. The dark bruises on your face reminded you of how fucking stupid you were. You had also tried to talk back, ignore him. The memories of your swollen lips, your cutted stomach, bruised hips and sore core were tattooed on your brain, reminding you every single second of who actually owned you and what was your life like now.

Distant barks of the dogs pierced through the massive wooden door and you flinched. Your heart skipped a beat. "no, no..." you whispered. He was supposed to be gone till next weekend.

You looked around and grabbed a sweathshirt, pulling it over the thin white dress quickly, and praying you'll get to the balcony before he enters.

You opened the gigantic door as quietly as possible, and you heard him. His voice deep, the twisted tone and everything made you fill up with horror. He was shouting at his men. The black dogs were between his legs, wiggling their tails, happy to see him.

You shot your glance down, and you felt his burning gaze on you. Now you had to go next to him, for your own sake.

You weren't stable on your own legs, feeling your knees buckle as you approached him as fast as you could.

Rumlow took a big step towards you and wrapped his arm around you. It was heavy and rough, not even trying to seem loving. This was his nature after all: twisted; monstrous; depraved...You winced when his fingers pressed in your waist and the bruises there.

"How about a pretty smile for me, sweetheart?" he muttered in your hair. You looked down, trying not to run from him and from this entire damned life.

He wasn't pleased with your disobedience, but fear paralysed you. You just couldn't think.

He barked an order again and another of his men brought him a glass of thick alcohol. You only looked down, praying that he has another things to do.

You tried to pull away from his grip, but he strenghtened it. You hissed as he started dragging you to his office. It was bad, you knew it.

Some of the men opened the door and the scent of cigarettes, alcohol and cologne burnt your throat. The tremendous room was dark, only the lights of New York coming through the window, butvthe lights were turned on quickly.

Rumlow stepped in before you and you followed him, just as the pretty little quiet pet you were.

You went past him and sat down on the enormous leather couch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You started fidgeting with the sleeves of the sweathirt as you looked down.

"We're havin' a big night...my partners are coming to discuss business..." he started, and you looked up at him. "Behave..."

Your fear was replaced with annoyance. Of course, after all, you were young and you somehow...forgot your state.

You get up and try to leave. "Did I tell you to leave?"

This time, you rolled your eyes. "You don't have to-"

All of a sudden, your jaw was gripped in a steel grip, and you were pushed in the wall behind.

Your heart started beating faster and tears pooled your eyes. "Don't fucking cross me, baby. I thought you learned that already."

"I-I'm so-orr-" you whispered as good as you could through his grip. Your heart was beating fast, questionably fast, as you cursed your actions.

"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted and you flinched hard. "Learn your place. I could fucking kill you, remember that." he finished, releasing your jaw.

"D-do it! Please..." you cried through sobs.

He chuckled to himself mockingly. You were terrified, angry and tired. "You really are a stupid little girl, aren't you, swetheart?"

When he turned back to you, you flinched and tried to back off as fast as you could. He grabbed the hair from the back of your head and you winced. "I said I could kill you, not that I would. I paid millions of dollars for you. Fucking millions!" he roared. "I forgave your daddy of his huge fucking debt, only for you."

You flinched and choked sobs, hating to hear the curses in his mouth.

"Don't worry, baby, I won't kill you...I need you alive. I got rid of every whore and club just for you, my ungrateful little slut." Your gut twisted with disgust as you tried to avoid his eyes.

Rumlow sighed and tightened his grip on your hair, pulling your head back, to look at your face. You felt infant, caged. "If you misbehave, I'll slit your daddy's throat, understood?" he asked. You felt sick and quickly nodded, as his grip allowed. "and, I'll keep you in a fucking basement as my personal slut and you won't see the light of the day again, trust me."

You sobbed, tears running freely now. You couldn't breathe. You wanted to die, to disappear.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your jaw instead. He roughly ran his thumb over your wet cheeks and over your lips and you flinched. "Go and put on something prettier, baby...and come downstairs, understood?"

You shakily nodded. "Use your words, baby..." he said as he let go of your face completely. "..y-yes" you whispered, looking down.

As you were getting out of the office, you heard the words that pierced through your soul.

"Oh, and...don't cover the marks...those motherfuckers need to learn not to cross me."

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Dog Day Afternoon

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 3.8K-ish

Summary: STRIKE team commander at SHIELD, Brock Rumlow finishes a mission and brings something home with him that he wasn’t expecting

A/N: Based off of a conversation I had with my lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass I sent her Frank Grillo’s Insta story of him in his hot tub with his dog, Rumlow, next to him outside of the hot tub. He said that the dog never lets him have any alone time. So Lily said she would love a Brock Rumlow fic where he adopts a puppy. I’m also sorry I haven’t been around lately. Life throws curveballs sometimes 💔

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Is that all of them?” Rumlow asked.

Commander of the STRIKE team at SHIELD, Brock Rumlow and his team finished rescuing the hostages that were being held by pirates. One by one, they were removed from the ship and placed back into SHIELD custody.

“I think so.” Rollins said. “You want me to sweep the ship one more time?” He asked.

Brock pondered for a minute before replying, “I’ll come with ya…cover more ground that way.”

After checking the entire ship for hostages they may have missed, Brock and Jack met back in the control room. As they continued to talk, Brock thought he heard a whimper. Turning his head to the side, he held up a hand at Jack to get him to stop talking.

“What is it, Rumlow?” Asked Jack.

Brock pressed his lips together and listened again. “You hear that?” He asked.

Rollins listened intently as he heard the whimper that Rumlow heard. “Where’s that coming from?” Asked Jack.

Brock lowered his weapon and took out his flashlight. He shined his light under the control board and huddled in the corner, Brock saw two little sad eyes staring back out at him as it continued to whimper.

He crawled underneath and emerged a few seconds later with a dark graphite colored puppy. The pup was still whimpering and shaking; the poor thing was terrified.

Confused, Jack asked, “What was that doing under there?”

Brock replied, “I dunno…but other dogs were found in the cargo area. Maybe this one escaped and found it’s way up here.”

Jack started to walk toward the main deck of the ship.

“Well put it down, we gotta get outta here.” Said Jack.

Brock started to put the puppy on the floor but stopped. He looked into the scared eyes of the little dog and as soon as it’s legs touched the floor, Brock scooped it back into his arms again and headed for the main deck.

Jack cracked a slight smile. “Rumlow…what are you doin’? Leave it.”

“I can’t just leave her, Rollins.” Said Brock, nervously. “And don’t look at me like that, let’s just go.”

Jack just shook his head and followed Brock to the helicarrier, where the pup finally stopped shaking, curled up in Brock’s lap and fell fast asleep before they even left the scene.

**********

SHIELD Headquarters

Brock had his bag slung over his shoulder as he walked along the busy hallway toward the briefing room. Jack saw him walk into the room and immediately walked away from the other team member he was talking to so he could talk to Brock.

“Don’t start with me, Rollins. It’s too early in the mornin’ for you to be botherin’ me.” Brock said, his gravelly voice had a slight touch of anger behind it.

Jack’s hands raised in surrender and replied, “Alright, alright. I was just gonna ask if you took care of that dog.”

Brock glared at Jack. “Of course I took care of it.”

What Brock didn’t tell Jack was that he brought the pup back to his place and later today after work, he was going to stop by the pet store to pick up necessities for her because he couldn’t keep feeding her table scraps and locked in the bathroom with newspaper all over the floor for very long.

He hated to admit it but he took one look into her eyes and realized there was no way that he could bring her to a shelter now, not after this so after work he drove straight for the pet shop. As soon as he stepped inside, Brock was immediately overwhelmed by everything he saw.

Aisle after aisle of food, toys, grooming supplies, collars and leashes…he didn’t know where to start but lucky for him there was someone there that recognized the look of a new and overwhelmed pet owner.

“Excuse me, sir? Can I help you with something?” You asked softly so as not to scare him. You did sneak up behind him when you noticed he looked a little lost.

The man looked rough around the edges but still quite handsome. He had dark brown hair, light tanned skin and his narrowed eyes were the color of amber.

You spoke again.

“I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t scare you. You just looked a little lost, thought maybe I could help. I’m y/n, this is my shop, and if I don’t have what you’re lookin’ for, I can definitely order it for you. Are you shopping for a dog, cat, or another animal?” You asked.

His eyes were hyper focused on you the minute he turned around.

“Nah, you didn’t scare me sweetheart. You’ve got a nice shop here and I am shopping for a dog…well, a puppy. And I’m Brock, by the way.” He said as he held out his hand for you to shake.

Your eyes widened as soon as the word “puppy” escaped his lips and your mouth split into an excited smile as you shook his hand.

“Really?!! A boy or a girl puppy?!” You asked, clapping your hands together.

Brock let a shy smile stretch across his lips. “Girl…she’s a rescue. Found her a few nights ago and since it was a full moon, I’ve been calling her Luna.” Said Brock.

You almost had to clutch your chest because the look he had on his face as he talked was so sweet.

Snapping yourself back to reality, you managed to ask him, “What kind of dog is she?”

Brock shrugged and started to pull his phone from his back pocket.

“I dunno…but I do have a picture of her.” He said.

Brock leaned in close, you could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and warmth flushed across your cheeks. You watched as his thick fingers unlocked his phone and navigated to his photo gallery before pulling up one of the sweetest faces you’ve ever seen.

“OMGoodness, look at that face!!” You exclaimed. “Well, she looks like a Cane Corso. If you just found her, I’m guessing you haven’t taken her to the vet yet?”

Brock shook his head vigorously. “Nah, I’ve had to work so I haven’t been able to do that yet.”

You explained to him that he may want to bring her to the vet soon just to make sure she’s ok and you gave him the card of the veterinary hospital you bring your dog, Charlie, to.

“…They’re a husband and wife, really nice and fairly priced. Actually…lemme call them.” You said.

Brock started to protest.

“Oh, that’s ok…you don’t have to—“

“It’s no trouble.” You said, holding the phone to your ear. “Hi Jessica, it’s y/n. I’m good, how are you? Great! Listen…I have a guy here who has a new puppy and she needs to be seen…uh huh…Oh Dr. Alice can see her tomorrow? Awesome!” You said. “Oh the owner’s name is Brock…what’s your last name?” You asked, pulling the phone away from your mouth.

“Oh…it’s Rumlow.” Replied Brock.

“Yeah…Brock Rumlow. And the puppy is Luna. Thank you so so much, Jessica! Bye!” You said.

After the call ended, you flashed a smile at Brock and asked, “You weren’t busy around 4:30 tomorrow, right?”

Slowly shaking his head, Brock narrowed his eyes and repliedwith a sly smile, “Nope, I guess I’m not.”

Excitedly, you clapped your hands together again and said, “Well, let’s go Mr. Rumlow! We have a lot of stuff to pick out for little Luna, which I will warn you…she won’t be little for much longer. She’s gonna grow into those paws, ya know.”

You made him push the cart and took him from aisle to aisle to pick out food, toys, and a collar, among other things. He needed everything including a bed, food dishes, and a crate. That cart was full by the time you were done.

“Do I really need all this stuff, y/n?” Asked Brock.

“Well…you do plan on keeping her, right?” You asked.

Brock paused before answering.

“Yeah…I plan on keeping her.” He said.

You shrugged and pressed your lips into a straight line.

“Then you need all this stuff.” You replied.

Brock spent a small fortune on everything he needed for Luna but he was thankful for all of your help and knowledge. After loading everything into his truck, he said it was a good thing he didn’t bring the bike which made you crack a slight smile.

“So don’t forget, Luna’s appointment is at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon and the address is on that business card I gave you so don’t lose it. Actually, give me your phone…” You demanded.

He handed his phone over to you and you dialed your number so he had it in case he lost the card.

“Just in case. I’ll see ya around Brock Rumlow and if you need anything else for Luna, you know where to find me!” You said.

You watched him drive away until his truck turned the corner and he was out of sight. Brock’s little pup was just as cute as could be but you couldn’t stop thinking about her owner. The rasp to his voice, muscles visible under his tight black t-shirt, and every time he looked at you with those whiskey colored eyes, you felt a flutter in your stomach that was familiar but you haven’t felt in a long time.

You hoped that he would come back because you definitely have a crush on Brock Rumlow.

The Next Day

The day was moving along, the shop was busy from the minute you opened until around 2:30 when it started to slow down a little. A steady stream of customers came in and when you glanced at the clock, it read 3:30.

Luna’s appointment was in an hour.

What were you doing? Daydreaming about a man you spent an hour with picking out stuff for his new puppy? But he was so handsome and sexy…thinking about him was helping the time go by faster.

Around 5:30, the bell on the door rang. You were in the back trying to clean up the bath stations. For people who didn’t want to wash their dogs at home, you had an area in the back of the store that they could come and wash their dog for a fair price. They didn’t have to buy shampoo or anything but you would make money on people not wanting to wash their dog at home. It was a win-win.

Drying your hands on your apron, you walked toward the front of the store and you saw Brock standing in the middle of the open floor, holding one end of a leash and at the other end was little Luna. She started to wag her tail as soon as she saw you.

You felt a dip in your stomach as soon as you saw Brock. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and dark jeans and you hoped he didn’t notice you blushing so you crouched down to the floor to pet Luna.

“It’s nice to see you again too, y/n.” Brock said sarcastically.

You had scooped up Luna in your arms and she was licking the tip of your nose.

“Oh you are even cuter than your picture…yes you are! I’m sorry, Brock. I’m gonna go for the puppy every time, just to warn you.” You said with a wink. “How did it go at the vet’s office?”

Brock went through Luna’s entire appointment. They weighed her, estimated that she was around three months old, and gave her all of her necessary shots. He even told you that you were right about the type of dog she is.

“Well…I do know my dogs!” You said. “But she’s ok?”

He nodded. “Yeah, she’s fine. I just figured since I was in the neighborhood, I’d stop by so you could meet her.” Said Brock.

Still holding Luna, you looked at her as she licked your nose again and said, “Well, I’m glad you did because she is just the cutest thing. I can see why you couldn’t just leave her when you found her.”

“Just don’t go around tellin’ everyone I’m soft for cute faces.” He said with a wink.

Warmth spread across your chest and the tops of your cheeks. Brock was making you blush again and you needed to distract him before he noticed.

“While you’re here, do you need anything else for little Luna?” You asked, scratching behind her ears.

“I think I’m good, doll.” Said Brock.

The pet name made you blush again.

“Ok, well don’t be a stranger. Stop in whenever you need something or if you have any questions.” You said with a warm smile.

Brock waved as you watched him and Luna walk out the door. Well, you had hoped that he would come back but now you wanted to see him again.

You’ve had plenty of good looking male customers come in and none of them had made you blush like Brock had. What was it about Brock that had you so smitten with him? You knew it couldn’t JUST be the dog.

He was mysterious and acted tough but he was sweet too. You felt comfortable around him and he had a slight smile on his face when you were playing with Luna; you had a feeling that he wasn’t as grumpy as he seemed.

**********

Over the next few weeks, Brock would stop into the shop and sometimes it would be more than once a week. He would either buy Luna a new toy or a new bone to chew on and he picked up some orange cleaner recently because she would still have an accident every once in awhile but he said she was getting used to crate training.

Sometimes he’d come in to ask you things he could have easily found out for himself but maybe it was just because he liked talking to you. You couldn’t be sure though, but you were very sure you enjoyed talking to him.

The texts started coming in not too long after meeting Luna for the first time. One of them was a picture of her outside of the shower and the picture was taken from inside the shower…by Brock. You clenched your thighs together at the thought of him taking a shower.

He captioned the picture…

“She won’t give me any alone time.Always has to be by my side.”

You smiled at the picture he sent and replied,

“Awwww, she loves you.”

And you also replied with a picture of Charlie, sleeping in between your legs with the caption…

“If he could crawl inside me to sleep, he totally would.”

He replied with a laughing emoji.

You could always tell when Brock came to the shop right from work because of how he was dressed. He wore all black tactical clothing and you definitely enjoyed the view of him in that tight black t-shirt.

You asked a few times but Brock never told you what he did for work; he always jokingly said it was “classified” so you didn’t push too hard about it.

“What can I do for you today, Mr. Rumlow? Luna didn’t eat another remote control, did she?” You asked, chuckling a little.

Brock pressed his lips into a straight line and narrowed his eyes at you. “Very funny, y/n and no she didn’t eat another remote control. She has been really good the past couple of weeks, I think she’s getting used to being left alone and knows I’m eventually coming back.”

“Well that’s good. So did you need something?” You asked.

“Yeah I wanted to take her to socialize and play with other dogs. Figured you might know a place I can go.” Said Brock.

The two of you had been dancing around each other for weeks, being flirtatious through texts and in person when he would stop by but he hadn’t made a move so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Actually, I was gonna take Charlie to the dog park tomorrow afternoon, if you and Luna would like to come.” You said, watching your corgi chase after the clumsy Luna.

Brock watched as the two dogs played with each other, running circles around the two of you and playfully barking at each other.

“They seem to get along, huh.” He said with a smirk. “Yeah, the dog park sounds great.”

You told him where it was and agreed to meet there tomorrow. It wasn’t exactly the date you had in mind but you would use any excuse to see Brock outside of the shop. It would be the first time seeing him NOT wearing your work apron covered in wet dog hair.

As he called for Luna, the door to the shop opened and a tall man with a couple of scars on his face walked in and called out to Brock.

“You kept it, didn’t you! I fuckin’ knew it!” The man said, pointing at Brock.

You bit back a smile. “A friend of yours?” You asked.

Brock rolled his eyes at the man walking toward him then turned to you and replied, “Yeah…we work together…you followed me here, Rollins?!”

“Where is it?” Asked Jack, looking around.

“SHE is playing with Charlie somewhere around here.” Replied Brock. “I’m sorry, y/n. Lemme just…I’ll be right back.”

Before Jack could reach the counter, Brock cut him off. You managed to make out part of their conversation.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Jack?!” Brock asked.

A sly smile played across Jack’s lips as he looked at you then back to Brock.

“Well, I wanted to know why you kept blowin’ off after work drinks with the team but now I know why. You keepin’ her from us too? She’s hot. That apron is really doin’ it for me.” Said Jack.

Brock pointed at Jack.

“Will you keep your voice down! She’ll hear you.” He said, angrily.

“Alright, alright you don’t have to get all bent about it. I’m just sayin’ you should make a move or else I’m gonna. Maybe I should get a dog.” Said Jack, raising his eyebrows.

“Will you get outta here!” Brock said, glaring at Jack.

Brock introduced you to Jack before he left and confirmed your “date” for late tomorrow afternoon. You had butterflies in your stomach for the rest of the day and couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow.

From what you gathered from his conversation with Jack, it sounded like maybe Brock had a crush on you too.

Scratching Charlie’s ears, you said “We both have dates tomorrow, Charlie. You better be a good boy or else Luna isn’t gonna want to play with you anymore.”

Charlie licked your hand and cuddled up in his bed that was behind the counter. Apparently, chasing Luna around the store, took a lot out of him. He needed his rest if he was going to try and keep up with a puppy tomorrow.

**********

The dog park was no place for nice clothes. There were pups everywhere, kicking up dirt, putting their paws on you, and trying to trip you up as they ran in circles around you. But you still wanted to look good so you put on a black t-shirt, jeans and black sneakers.

You were also thankful it hadn’t rained lately so you wouldn’t have to walk through mud or worry about Charlie rolling in it, although he always needed a bath when you brought him home from the park anyway.

As you opened the fence gate, you scanned the park for Brock and Luna. It usually wasn’t very busy at this time, more than likely because it was prime time for cooking dinner. You found Brock sitting on a picnic table bench and throwing a ball for Luna to fetch and bring back.

He had a genuine smile on his face as he continued to play with her and he looked incredibly sexy in his gray t-shirt, jeans, and aviator sunglasses.

Charlie saw Luna, and as fast as his little legs could take him, took off running toward her. Biting down on your lower lip, you glanced quickly at Brock, and immediately felt your ears start to get hot.

You walked over to the picnic table and gave him a warm smile as he removed his sunglasses to look at you. His eyes were a warm gold color in the sunlight.

“Hey there…come here often?” You joked.

Brock cracked a little smile. “Are you full of jokes every Saturday, y/n?”

“Oh you know it! I leave my shop in good hands so I can have weekends off.” You replied.

“Ah, so you’re free on weekends.” Brock stated with a sly smile.

You heard what Brock had said but got distracted by Charlie rolling in something about 20 feet away.

“CHARLIE!! NO!! STOP THAT!!” You shouted at him as you turned to Brock and said, “I swear they always find the grossest things to roll in. He probably found a dead frog or something just as disgusting. Has she done anything like that to you yet? It is so foul!”

He started to laugh.

“I gotta tell ya, doll…you really do make me laugh and that ain’t easy to do.” Brock said softly, leaning in close enough to share the same air.

His compliment made you blush and he didn’t take his eyes off of you. The warmth from the late afternoon sun touched the high points of your face as you gently brushed your thumb against the bristles of his days old stubble and your lips ghosted over his before you said in barely more than a whisper, “Well I’d like to do it more often…if that’s ok.”

And you gently pressed your lips to his. Tension gripped your body and you became lightheaded with fear as you slowly pulled away, wondering if he felt the same way. A trace of a smile stretched across his lips as he leaned in to kiss you this time.

“I’d like that, sweetheart. I think we should be watching the dogs though, shouldn’t we?” Asked Brock.

“Then stop kissing me.” You replied with a sly smile.

“Oh I don’t wanna do that.” Brock husked against your lips. “But I do wanna take you out…without the dogs.”

Batting your eyelashes and jokingly clutching your chest, you asked, “Without the dogs? Well whatever will we do without them?”

Biting down on his lower lip, Brock eyed you from head to toe and brought his gaze back up to meet yours. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

He kissed you on the cheek before whispering into your ear, “Oh I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Pride, brown, dutiful, & country, for Brock Rumlow and Billy Russo? 👀

Congrats on your milestone again 💕💕 this is such a great idea, I love it

Pairing: Billy Russo x female reader x Brock Rumlow

Word Count: 1071 words

Outline: Billy is not particularly fond of his unique deal with Brock but he would do anything to make you happy.

A/N: So, this took a while to brainstorm alongside @alohastyles-x but finally I decided to go with pure filth and an interesting dynamic just for the thrill of it ;)

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f + m receiving), daddy kink, spanking, spit play, pet names, dirty talk, double penetrative sex, roughness, nipple play, fingering, slight pain kink, cumshot, anal play.

Minors dni!

Main Masterlist ・❥・Sleepover Masterlist ・❥・ Billy Russo Masterlist

"Turn around."

Brock's commanding voice makes you leave Billy's cock with a pop, turning your attention to him.

"Yes, daddy?" You smile, saliva and cum dripping down your chin, and use your fingers to press the excess inside. Brock is slowly stroking his cock with a concentrated expression on his face.

"Suck." He commands and you know how to follow an order once you hear one. His cock is fat and girthy, pre cum already dripping. Billy comes up from behind while you begin to kitty lick Brock's cock with the tip of your tongue.

"Always coming second, Rumlow." Billy chuckles and lands a hard spank against your ass cheeks making you squirm while trying to wrap your lips around his cock.

"Not even close. You had her here all morning long. She looks completely unused. Not my fault if you don't know how to use her properly." You bop your head down his length, Brock's big hand wrapping around your head moving you along his cock, his hips pushing it deeper inside you.

"She's begging to get perfectly fucked. God, look at her. Look how she moves her ass for you." You are backing your ass for Billy, wiggling, and Billy is licking his lips before spanking you again causing you to gag on Brock's cock. Brock pulls your head away from his cock, saliva dripping down your face again and you look up to him with doe eyes.

"Billy doesn't know how to fuck you, little pet, he leaves you all neglected and needy. I think is time to show him. " He slaps your face with his dick before pushing you on the bed. Billy falls back on the bed and you climb on top of him.

The truth is that just five minutes ago he had cummed down your throat, fucking your face so devilishly and furiously when he had heard Broc pull up with his motorcycle. It was thrilling and exciting, this arrangement you had.

“Ride his cock.” Brock commands you and you begin to position your self.

Your pussy was wet and ready. You sink down on his cock, taking him in inch by inch, landing your hands on his chest. Brock comes from behind you and kisses your neck possessively. He didn't like sharing at all but you were Billy's girlfriend first. You knew very well what was coming next, Billy put his hands on your hips moving you slowly, lifting you a little up giving space to Brock.

Brock entered you from the back, their cocks so close to one another and the series of moans that left your lips sounded like the best symphony. Often they fucked you like this exhausting you by trying to outfuck one another. They were relentless, Brock was girthy and big, Billy was lengthy and it was easier for him to cum than Brock.

Slowly Brock adjusts his length inside you pushing you then on Billy's chest. With a smirk, he begins to fuck you hard pushing you on Billy who is trying his best to match his pace. You liked this game, sometimes you wondered if they wanted to fuck each other and you were just the vessel but most of the time you only cared about getting fucked open.

Brock's bicep wraps around your throat lifting you up and Billy follows suit fucking you back at the best of his abilities. Where Billy was gentle Brock was rough, where Brock was a menace Billy was delicate with you. Billy loved you, Brock just wanted to fuck you stupid. Getting lost in the pleasure and the sensation, allowing yourself to feel everything. It didn’t happen as often as you’d like. Unfortunately, they were both busy men.

You can feel Billy's head going to your breasts, darting out his tongue and licking your nipples, but Brock was moving you fast causing Billy to pull at your nipples. A little pain was always good, you liked it rough and dirty.

Once Billy moves his one hand to your pussy you begin to orgasm so beautifully and loud, your whole body shaking. That’s what one of the rules, being Billy’s girlfriend meant that he could make you cum whenever he wanted and Brock sometimes took offense to that. Brock slows down for a moment and then he pushes Billy down on the mattress and lifts you off his cock. He slips out of you and turns you around grabbing you by your hips and lifting you up against the wall.

Oh, he was pissed.

He buries his face between your thighs so fast and begins to suck at your oversensitive clit. He didn't like the fact that Billy had made you cum, not at all. Your thighs clench hard around his face and you watch as Billy comes closer to you, gently kissing your arms, your fingers buried inside Brock's short hair. The thing is that Billy had fucked your face so fast and rough earlier that had already made you so sensitive. Your pussy had been begging for some attention and you and Billy hadn’t had the chance to be intimate since the early morning.

It doesn't take you long to cum, hitting vocal highs you didn't know you had. It feels glorious until it doesn’t. Brock doesn't pull his face away no matter how much you push him away not until Billy shoves him off with both hands. You breathe out and Billy catches you holding you in his arms.

“I wanna cum on her face.” Brock commands and your boyfriend reluctantly helps you kneel down. Obediently you pull out your tongue and open your mouth wide like a puppy. Brock strokes his hard length with loud groans and he shoots his load on your face. You're happy, you love being used. You loved this game becoming their sex toy, their pet. Billy pets your hair sweetly and pats your head praising you for doing a good job. He knew this wouldn’t come from him.

"I will shower. Have her asshole ready for me when I return." Billy looked as if he wanted to murder him right there but your blissed-out face and your nodding made him reconsider.

By the time Brock was out of the shower Billy had you ready and stretched, your ass up in the air.

“Perfect. “ He says rubbing his hands together, his cock as hard as before.

“Let's get to business, Billy boy.”

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Pretty Little Thing Part 6

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader y/n, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), Steve, Sam x reader (Platonic)

A/N: Here is part 6. Sweetheart Bucky, Rumlow is salty, he wishes that was him. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: All the fluff, some angst, illusions to smut, swearing, forced marriage.

Word count: 3k

Part 5 here

You stirred at the unfamiliar feeling of warmth wrapped around you, a muscular arm draped across your waist holding you tight. You looked up to see the beautiful eyes you always got lost in gazing down at you.

“Good morning doll” Bucky kissed your forehead softly, brushing your hair away from your face with his fingers. You leaned into his touch, kissing his palm as he moved to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “You feel okay?”

You nodded as Bucky peppered your face with kisses, wrapping his arms tight around you. You giggled, snuggling into his chest, nearly falling asleep again from his body heat.

“I want to stay with you like this” Your voice was muffled as you nuzzled into him, letting your arms and legs wrap around him like a koala bear.

“We can stay like this all day baby” Bucky’s hands stroked your back, smiling to himself; he’d already sent Steve and Sam off to cover everything he had to do for the day, well prepared to spend the entire day with you. Your stomach rumbled, the first time you felt yourself have an appetite over the past few months. Bucky’s hands moved down to pinch the soft skin of your tummy as you squealed. “Hungry?”

You nodded, squirming under Bucky as he continued to teasingly poke at your growling stomach “Let’s get you fed first babydoll”.

You nearly drooled as Bucky got out of bed; his perfect naked form was even more beautiful in the morning sun. You watched him stretch his arms, his muscles tensing and flexing, the deep groan that left his lips caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You moved to get out of bed, pulling the sheets up suddenly when you remembered you didn’t have clothes to wear.

Bucky had pulled on his sweats turning to see you sitting up with the covers wrapping you; he wasn’t going to make you wear that stupid dress you had on the night before. He grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of his sweat pants, laying it by your side as he continued to get dressed.

You wiggled under the sheets, trying to keep yourself covered while changing. Bucky cocked his head watching you, your cheeks flushed, trying to slip the t-shirt on without letting the sheets uncover you, feeling much more exposed in the daylight.

“Whatcha doing y/n” His eyebrow was raised as you had your hand holding the sheet up, the other holding his shirt.

“I…” You bit your lip as his eyes trailed down you, smirking as you shied away from him, avoiding his eyes.

“Why you hiding babydoll”

Bucky stalked towards you, removing your hand from the sheet setting it by your side. You let Bucky gently pull the sheet off you, as he leaned forward; pressing his lips on yours, the soft whimpers leaving you made his cock stir. He continued trailing kisses across your jaw, down your neck, between the valley of your breasts. Your breaths got heavier as he kept going, peppering kisses onto your stomach, stopping just before where you needed him most.

“If I keep going, we’ll never leave this room” Bucky smirked, planting one last kiss on your nose before leaving you to get changed. “I’ll wait for you outside doll”

You slipped the t-shirt and sweats on; smiling at the way his cologne lingered on the soft fabric. Bucky waited by the door, his breath hitching seeing you in his clothes. They were baggy on you, falling loosely around your much smaller frame. Something about seeing you in his clothes made his brain short circuit, wordlessly staring at you as you walked towards him.

“James, everything okay?”

You voice snapped him out of his trance; he took your hand leading you down the stairs to the large kitchen.

“What do you feel like eating doll?”

You were confused for a moment; for months and for most of your life you weren’t given much of a choice for anything. Your mind immediately went to pancakes, one of your favourite comfort foods you hadn’t eaten in ages.

“Pancakes?”

What you were not expecting was for Bucky to walk over to the fridge and pantry, setting out the ingredients he needed to make you breakfast. Your heart fluttered as he measured out the flour, dumping it into a bowl, moving around the kitchen effortlessly. You sat at the kitchen counter with heart eyes unable to keep from smiling watching him.

“What you thinking about doll” Bucky smirked at you, grinning at the way you gazed at him as he whisked the batter.

“I didn’t know you cooked too” You walked over to the stove where Bucky had started heating the griddle, melting butter to coat the surface.

“Learned from my ma” Bucky smiled to himself, remembering the way his mother would let him lick the spoon as he sat on the kitchen counter, watching her move around the kitchen making Sunday dinner. “She used to let me lick the spoon if I helped her bake” You giggled, your heart melting imagining a little James with frosting covering his pouty lips and dimpled chin.

“I can get the table ready” You decided to make yourself useful while Bucky started pouring the batter onto the pan, finding the maple syrup bottle, plates and cutlery. Watching you flit around the kitchen, in his clothes, your hair still messy from last night, Bucky was sure he was going to go into cardiac arrest, nearly burning a pancake in the process. He watched you reach up for plates, standing on your tippy toes to get them; he was ready to turn off the stove to wrap his hands around your waist to lift you up. You looked so at home in his space, he wanted to see you like that for the rest of his life.

You both sat at the large kitchen island, a giant stack of pancakes between you with syrup and fresh berries Bucky had placed on the side. He grinned as you moaned into the first bite, the fluffy goodness melting in your mouth.

“You always make the prettiest sounds doll”

You blushed, thinking about all the ways he effortlessly made you moan. “Only for you”

Bucky used all his restraint to not bend you over the kitchen counter, swallowing his breakfast as fast as possible, ignoring the way his cock throbbed each time your tongue darted across your lips to lick the syrup. You got up to clear the table, stopping as you passed the French doors that lead to the back yard, having missed it when you first came in.

Your breath hitched as you saw the garden; it was a stark contrast to what you expected from Bucky. A long trail from the door lead down to a large fountain, tall beautiful flower bushes and shrubs running along each side of the path. Huge trees shaded the area, the long thick limbs stretching across the yard. Beautifully carved stone benches were placed under the trees; a tall thick hedge surrounded the area like an enchanted forest. You thought you had stepped into a fairytale. Bucky smiled, watching your face light up as you pressed your hands to the glass looking outside.

“Come with me” He took your hand, opening the doors, stepping outside into the cool morning air, leading you down the path to a beautiful willow tree off to the side. His arms wrapped around you as you shivered in the breeze.

“It’s so beautiful” You were in complete awe, loving the way the long branches fell from the tree, secluding you. You heard a rustle nearby; pulling away from Bucky for a moment to see what was moving. You silenced a squeal, seeing a small brown rabbit poke its head from a bush before dashing away.

Bucky could only take so much, his heart racing over the way your eyes lit up for the simplest things, the dimples on your cheeks when you were happy, the way you melted into him when he touched you; you looked like an angel. His pretty angel.

“A bunny!” You whisper shouted, bouncing in place as another hopped from the bush, chasing after its friend.

“It looks like you”

“Like me?”

Bucky nodded, cupping your face, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Small, innocent, adorable, easy to carry”

“Easy to carr-James!”

Before you could finish, he smirked, snaking his hands down your back, gripping the back of your thighs, effortlessly picking you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Your arms hung around his neck, as he kissed your lips, his forehead resting on yours. You felt secure in his arms; his firm grip was always so gentle.

You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions, your smile falling from your face. You buried your face in his neck, not wanting him to see the tears spill out. It all felt like a fantasy you’d never get to have. It would only be a matter of time before Rumlow would retaliate and everything would be ripped away from your hands. Mere hours ago, he was trying to fuck you in front of the whole club, claim you and mark you as his, it’d only get worse. You came with your own share of baggage you didn’t want to dump on Bucky. Bucky heard your soft sniffles, your hands clutching his back, clinging onto him.

“Y/n? What’s wrong” Bucky set you down, worry etched on his face, his thumbs sweeping across your cheeks to wipe the tears away. He held you as you began to sob, the reality of everything hitting you all at once.

“He’ll take me from you, he’ll come after all of you” Your body trembled, your mind racing over being locked in the house, Rumlow’s paws grabbing you, all of it worse than death. It was also no longer just about you; you would never forgive yourself if something happened to Bucky, Steve or anyone else because of you. “What if he hurts you?”

“Y/n look at me” He firmly held your face in his hands, his blue eyes locking with yours. “I won’t let him hurt you again, I won’t let him come anywhere near you”

“I-I can’t just dump all this shit on you, you have nothing to do with any of this and he’s not going to let this go. I don’t care if he comes for me anymore, I don’t want him to hurt you. Him and his stupid side bitch Walker, they’re both unhinged God I wish they’d blow each other and leave me alone” Bucky couldn’t help the smirk that crept on his lips, watching your sadness turn into anger. His cute little angry bunny. He stroked your hair; the only thing he feared was Rumlow hurting you.

“Doll, you’re not dumping anything. He’s been trying to start a war for years; he would have found a reason one way or another. You have nothing to do with this, you shouldn’t have been sold off to him, he doesn’t deserve you”

You closed your eyes, resting on his chest, his heart beat calming you.

“Stay with me?”

You looked up at him seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes. He only wanted to keep you safe, with no other expectations. Your heart fluttered at the thought, quickly scolding yourself mentally for intruding in his house, turning his life upside down. Bucky sensed your hesitation, desperately hoping you’d say yes.

“Please, I want you to stay with me doll. You’ll have your own space, Steve and Sam already got your room ready, come, I’ll show you” Bucky took your hand, leading you back inside and up the stairs, down the hall to the room that was next to his.

The soft plush carpet warmed your feet as you entered the room gasping. A large bed was in the center with thick soft sheets and a fuzzy grey throw on top. Two stuffed animals were tucked under the sheet, a teddy bear, and a fluffy white wolf. There was a couch off to the side with a coffee table in front of it; a stack of sketch books and pencils were placed on top. You made your way over to the large walk in closet, surprised to find clothes already there. There were a few sun dresses similar to the ones you wore when you first met Bucky. There were also a few comfy lounge clothes tucked on the shelf. A crystal vase was placed on the dresser with a large bouquet of baby pink peonies; a small note had been tied to one of the stems.

You’re safe now

- S.G.R & S.W

You were completely stunned, mouth agape as you looked around the room.

“How did-When did you do all this?”

“I told Steve and Sam to get you some things this morning. I hope its okay, if you don’t like anything I can-

You cut him off, smashing your lips on his, cupping his face, as he moaned, his lips parting, letting your tongue lace over his. He walked you over to the bed without breaking apart; his hands trailed down, snaking up your shirt, pulling you close to him. Your body jolted at the sudden coolness you felt from his metal hand. You fell back onto the soft sheets, pulling him down with you.

“I love it, all of it, it’s perfect. More than perfect. Thank you” You looked to the side, grinning as you saw at the stuffed animals that were tucked under the sheet.

“You said you liked them” Bucky smiled down at you, snorting when you picked up the wolf.

“Sam must have picked that out” You looked at him quizzically as he continued. “The name of my first club; White Wolf”

You giggled, the dimples on your cheeks prominent as you thought about the two beefy men walking down the aisles searching for a stuffed wolf.

“You didn’t have to do all this”

“Doll, I wanted to. You’re welcome stay in my room too; I just want you to have a place where you can have time to yourself”

You nodded, pulling him down for another kiss, spending the rest of the afternoon wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next few days felt like a dream; most of your nights started off in your room but you always found yourself walking over to his office or bedroom, falling asleep in his arms. Every time you felt a moment of peace, your anxiety would grow over why Rumlow hadn’t done anything yet.

***

You were sitting against the headboard of Bucky’s bed, engrossed in a book while he laid his head on your lap. Your fingers grazed his scalp, continuing to scratch up and down his back, earning a deep satisfied moan from him. You smiled, continuing your ministrations as he started to fall asleep, only to be woken up again when there was a harsh knock on the door. Bucky groaned, his eyes remaining shut, knowing only Steve would be at his door at this hour.

“What punk”

“Buck, I need you to come look at this, it’s urgent” Bucky reluctantly followed Steve to the office, very unhappy his cuddle time with you was cut short.

“These were sent to us, no return address. That bitch in heat is stalking her” Steve laid out a thick envelope containing pictures and tapes; dozens of you around Bucky’s room, some of you sleeping, or reading on his bed.

“FUCK” Bucky felt his blood boil, heart racing as he flipped through the pictures and videos all taken from the same vantage point, piecing together than Rumlow managed to plant a bug by paying off (or threatening, let’s be real) someone that cleaned the mansion windows. No one else would have been able to access that area.

Bucky’s voice startled you; you hopped out of his bed, walking into the office. Steve’s jaw clenched, his eyes softening slightly as he saw you. Bucky sat in his chair seething.

“James what’s wrong” You swallowed thickly knowing it’d only be a matter of time before Rumlow broke his silence. Bucky closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“It’s nothing baby, I’ll take care of it, don’t worry”

“It’s Rumlow, isn’t it?” Bucky didn’t say anything but his silence was loud and clear. “What did he do”

“He…” Bucky sighed, not wanting you to worry “Look, I’ll take care of it. Steve is on it” “James please, just tell me what he did”

Bucky got up, taking the stack of images and videos over to you, letting you look through them as you shook your head in disgust.

“Can’t say I’m surprised” You scoffed, playing a video that showed you reading a book tucked in the bed. Bucky was caught off guard by your composed demeanour, he watched carefully as you sat in his chair, deep in thought.

“What are you thinking y/n?” “The pictures and tapes. They’re recent, and Steve hasn’t gone and removed anything right?” Bucky nodded, wondering where you were going with this.

“They’re going to search the whole property before debugging anything”

“So he’s still watching? He can still see everything?’’ Your mind continued to race though your voice was firm, unwavering.

“He can, doesn’t look like he has eyes in every room, just the main one, you can st-”

“No” You shook your head, fire in your eyes as you considered your words before you spoke. “Don’t remove them”

“What?”

“The cameras he managed to put up. I don’t want you to take them down. Yet”

“Why baby-

“I want him to watch” You cut him off, your voice stone cold as you spoke. If he wanted to watch you that badly, so be it. Bitch. Bucky swallowed, his mind clouding as you got up from the chair, a smirk making its way to your lips. You stepped closer to him, your lips brushing with his as you spoke.

“Will you do something for me?” Bucky nodded, his breathes growing heavy with your body was pressed against him. Your lips continued to his ear, whispering.

“Fuck me like you own me”

Part 7

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