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Fractured

Title: Fractured.

Fandom: Marvel, X-men, Captain America.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Mutant!Reader.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 682 words.

Warnings: Mention of characters death, interrogation.

Summary: You discovered Brock’s past.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-lover​, Annie-1018 & square 2:

"I used to be a sweet kid."

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Brock kept the small locket with your photo; no one but him knew of the existence of that object. That day, maybe it would be his last mission, his last chance to see you. He had a feeling about what would happen, although he could not discern whether it would be good or bad.

He loves you, and he knew that you loved him too, but neither of us dared to take the first step, nor would he forget the look on your face when you discovered who he really was.

He cursed when Steve forced him into the vehicle; indeed, the mission had not gone as he had planned. He knew what would happen, but he would manage to escape.

He had always liked interrogations, but he preferred to carry them out and not be asked the questions himself.

He was sure that Rogers would be the one interrogating him, so he would do everything he could to make him mad and not get any answers. Steve had ruined his life.

Twenty minutes before the door opened, Brock settled into his seat, though he was suddenly confused when he saw you come in instead of Steve.

"It's been a long time," you said, looking at him.

"I can explain," Brock commented, pretending to be disinterested. He wasn't going to let you realize that you had surprised him; he was completely sure that Steve wouldn't miss the opportunity to get information from one of his enemies.

"What are you going to explain to me, Brock? Why were you trying to steal a highly dangerous substance? Or why were you part of HYDRA? " you scoffed.

"Whatever you want, although I guess you're more interested in knowing the former, I guess you're going to record it." Brock's voice sounded sarcastic.

"No one knows I'm here; in fact, no one suspects it, so no cameras," you commented.

Yes, you had used your powers for that; no one would notice that you were talking or anything that happened there. You could even be there for hours and they wouldn't notice it; in reality, it would only be less than a second.

"I know you like me," he said suddenly.

"You don't know anything, Brock."

"I know how you feel about me; I know what you thought about me that day; I saw everything in your eyes; I know too many things... "

"Don't try to be funny, Rumlow; I didn't come here to talk about that," "you said.

"I used to be a sweet kid."

"What? "

"I had a good childhood; my father was military, kind of strict, but still. You know, sometimes things happen for a reason; I didn't expect to be an orphan at sixteen."

"Did that make you what you are now? Is that how you justify everything you've done? "

"Not exactly, but that's how I ended up in the HYDRA facility."

Brock kept telling you everything that had happened in his life as you tried to decipher his intentions. In the end, he was right; you were in love with him, but you needed to know what his plan was. Anyway, it seemed like it was a forbidden love, but how many things hadn't you already done in hiding from the organization?

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"As soon as you said it, I realized, we're not in the cell at the base, are we?"

"Do you really care where we are?"

"No, of course, we could do other things," Brock suggested suggestively.

You smiled. They wouldn't do anything there, but somewhere else.

"Don't worry, I'll show you the plan later, but in the meantime, you must be ready; at any moment, I'll take you out of here," you told him.

Before Brock could say anything else, he was already alone in the room again; however, this time he was smiling. He was going to get out of there, and in the best way possible, with your help.

He looked up when he heard the door open again; this time it was Steve, so he smirked.

[leizyzet]

My fan work. Brock Rumlow.

author Leizy Zet

[leizy-zet]

My fan work. Brock Rumlow.

[talia-rumlow]

Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Five - Best Friends

This story is progressing. And I´m falling more and more in love with it. I really hope you do too.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader

Word Count: 1517

Summary: You tell your best friends about what happened between you and Brock.

Warnings: Age-Gap

DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.

HAPPY READING!

The following Monday, you sit at your local diner, waiting for Jess and Molly to meet you for lunch. Your head is spinning around everything that happened this weekend. Work has been a drag today, thankfully you worked alone, so you had a chance to think. Just a couple of phone calls, and some orders that came in. You managed to do everything you were supposed to. But you couldn't seem to get Brock out of your head. Your belly clenched every time you thought about him, and that made it extremely hard to concentrate. And you're still not sure if you're dreaming or not.

- So... Kissed him yet?

Jess asks, casually sliding into the booth next to you. You take a breath, look at her.

- Where's Molly?

You ask. Hoping to derail this particular conversation.

- Ahh.. We should wait until she gets here. This will be so great!

Jess says, smiling widely, and rubbing her hands together.

- I want all the dirty details.

She continues.

You friendly roll your eyes at her, before you lift up the menu. Stupid move, you know. You and Jess always have your lunch here, ever since you got back from New York, and you both know what you're going to get. So the menu thing isn't necessary at all. You know that, and Jess knows that.

- Oh my God! WHAT happened. Tell me, tell me, tell me!

You give her a "shut up" look.

- Not here, Jess. Everybody knows my dad!

You whisper, trough your teeth.

Jess instantly get's up.

- Drive through then. You can talk in the car!

Then she drags you with her outside. You bump into Molly in the door.

- Drive through, Molly! YN's gonna tell us something.

Jess says, walking fast and firm over to her car, with you in tow.

- I call shotgun!

Molly shouts behind you.

Fifteen minutes later, you all have your food, and Jess parks the car.

- So, YN! Spill!

She says, turning towards you.

- Jess! Maybe she isn't ready!

Molly states, taking a big bite of her burger.

- Oh, please, we always tell each other everything. And this is the juiciest thing yet. This is even better than me and Ben!

Ben fucking Caplan, the first guy Jess slept with. Every girl liked him, he was like the hottest guy your age. And everybody wanted him. So when he and Jess started dating, it was a big deal. Then the stupid fucker cheated his ass off, and Jess dumped him, pretty publicly. And that was also a big deal. At least for people your age. People still talked about that. And Ben never got back his old status after that. Jess made sure of it. Showed Ben Caplan, and everybody else why you should never mess with Jess. Ben never got his reputation as the schools stallion back after Jess told everyone how he really was in bed. You don't remember every single detail, but words like "flaccid" and "magnifying glass" were used. You still have a deep respect for Jess, for how she handled that situation. Not every 16 year old would be able to think on their feet like that. But then again, Jess always had a smart mouth and a quick response to every single situation.

- He's a good kisser, if that's what you mean!

You say, as Jess takes a sip of her soft drink. As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jess almost chokes on her drink.

- I knew it!

Jess almost yells.

- Did you sleep with him?

Jess asks, turning around to face you again.

- YN, you don't have to answer that!

Molly states. Turning to face you as well.

- What are you talking about, Molly? Of course she needs to answer that. We want to know. Both of us! I told you when I slept with Ben.

Jess says, so eager that she's almost levitating off her seat.

- To be fair, it was actually Ben who told everyone about that.

Molly states, probably to take Jess down a notch.

She's not wrong. Ben broadcasted his encounter with Jess in such a manner that he just as well could have made a statement on the schools intercom. It was almost so you thought it would be on the News at one point. Stupid fucker. But it gave Jess some PR. PR she still lives off to this day. You actually think it was this thing with Ben that gave Jess her rough exterior, and the "I don't give a fuck" attitude. A perfect example of the term "all PR is good PR."

- I slept IN the bed with him, but no. No sex happened.

You say. After all they are your best friends, and you do need to talk about this. Carrying this around alone will be impossible.

You don't know if it was his intent or not, to have you in bed with him. But when he woke you up there on the couch, you kinda just followed him, and he didn't say no. You both slept with your underwear on. Sweet Brock, so considerate after he found out. He didn't even kiss you after you got into bed, but you could feel his breath on your neck, he was close enough for that. Just thinking about that, sends shivers down your spine.

- And?

Jess asks. Putting some fries in her mouth.

- Nothing. Nothing happened.

You answer, shrugging.

- No!

Jess says, slapping her hands on her thighs.

- Tell us about the kiss!

She continues, almost jumping up and down.

So you tell them. About the pool, how he held your face, and about how slow and careful he was. About the kitchen, and how he lifted you up on the counter, how his hands felt on your back. How he kept saying that he was sorry. And about how he found out you were a virgin.

When you're done talking, you're almost out of breath yourself, and both Molly and Jess just looks at you. You can almost see the stars in their eyes.

- YN and Brock sitting in a tree...

Jess sings, and does a little dance. You friendly nudge her shoulder.

- YN...

Molly suddenly says. Her voice sounds concerned.

- Yes!

You answer. Looking at her.

- What about your dad?

Molly asks, in her own concerned way. You know she only want's to look out for you. That she doesn't want you to get hurt. But her question makes your stomach sink.

You never thought of your dad in all of this. The stuff with Brock was so intense, it kinda took everything else away. And you never thought anything like this would ever happen. So your dad sorta never entered your head. What would he think about this? He wouldn't be happy about it that much you know. But you have no idea what he'd do about it.

Molly looks at you.

- Probably best not to tell him. You don't even know if this is going to be a thing, right? No use in worrying about that now.

Molly says, putting her hand comforting on your knee.

- Yeah...

You say, looking down on Mollys hand on your knee. What did you actually do? What did you think was going to happen? Why did you do this? Brock is your dad's best friend, since childhood. This is never going to end well. And what is Brock thinking about this? You need to talk about this. You need to figure out what you're going to do, when your dad gets back.

- Lunch break is over, time to head back to the trenches!

Jess states, as she starts the car.

- You work at Starbucks, Jess. How much hard work can it be?

Molly says, holding in a laugh.

- Oh, you have NO IDEA how hard it is to get a caramel latte, almond milk, no foam, to be absolutely "right" in a customers eyes. AND, and, you have no idea how rude people get, when you get it wrong!

You almost laugh yourself. Both you and Molly knew how much Jess hated her job, and Jess knew how much you and Molly liked to tease her about it. It's been a couple of times you and Molly showed up at the local Starbucks when Jess worked, just to give her the most ridiculous drink order you could come up with. Of course you never actually made her make them. But you messed with her. Thankfully the three of you go way, way back, and you could all take a joke. At least from each other.

And right now. You couldn't be more thankful for them. You would never be able to carry all of this alone, and the fact that both Molly and Jess had your back in this, helped you to relax a bit about the whole situation you managed to get yourself into. Whatever happens next, you know you'll always be able to talk to the two girls sitting in front of you. And you couldn't stress enough how grateful you were for that.

Why? Just why did it have to be Brock?

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Ruined anniversary

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 610 words.

Summary: You have plans to celebrate your anniversary, but would change.

Warnings: Little angst.

A/N: This is my gift to @talia-rumlow​. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREYA!

@saiyanprincessswanie​

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You felt Brock's hand caress your cheek as you took a nap after the mission. That mission had been one of the most exhausting, even though it didn't take many days.

Back on the ship, you decided to take some rest, but Brock had inadvertently woken you up.

“Is something wrong? “Brock asked you when he saw you looking thoughtful.

“I just remembered how we met," you answered.

“On the first mission after we left the Academy," he remembered, for the first time in his life he felt nervous, in fact, he wanted to ask you out since you were at the Academy, but he never dared, however the adrenaline he felt on that first mission pushed him to ask you.

“You almost shot me on that mission," you commented.

“I thought you were from the enemy team," Brock excused himself.

“If you wanted a kiss you should have asked me instead of pointing a gun at me," you teased.

“Oh, come on, well, maybe if I had asked you, our first date wouldn't have been ruined by the Chitauris. "

You snorted, everything was going so perfectly, you were about to kiss when one of the damn monsters walked past you, that's when you realized you had several messages where S.H.I.E.L.D. required your presence, but you had been ignoring your cell phones until you saw the monster.

Your anniversary would be next month, and you were planning to go to the beach that weekend, but maybe your plans were going to change for the next mission.

You were collecting all the information you could from the computer you found.

“T/N, status," Brock asked you over the intercom.

“Getting information from a computer in the south wing," you replied.

A few minutes later Brock was running to where you were, he had heard you arguing with someone, whose voice he didn't recognize, then some explosions and screams.

He wasn't going to lose you, he knew you usually didn't need to be rescued, but he wasn't going to let anything bad happen to you, let alone lose you.

When he got to where you were, he found you unconscious, the person who had attacked you was gone.

The next couple of days, Brock did not leave your side, he would stay with you, he did not want you to wake up and he was not there.

It was on the third day that you opened your eyes, and he immediately called the doctors. Everything was fine, but you had to stay a couple of days more in the hospital.

“I'm sorry, I don't think we will be able to go to the beach," you apologized, a little disappointed, you had let your guard down and that's why you had been attacked.

“The only thing that matters to me is that you are well, we’ll celebrate later. "

“Brock, tomorrow is our anniversary," you commented, he nodded. "Do you think they'll let me out tomorrow so we can celebrate? "

“I'd rather you follow the doctor's orders," Brock said sternly.

“Oh, come on, I bought some lingerie, especially for the occasion," you commented seductively.

“Well, we'll celebrate later, but that day I'll make you scream so much until your voice is gone and you might not be able to walk after what I'll do to you," he got up to go to the door, he would go to buy something to eat.

“Brock, hey, no, come here, I want us to celebrate right now. Brock, hey, don't ignore me!"

But he had already left the room, you snorted, the day you celebrated, you would get your revenge and enjoy it.

[leizyzet]

My fan work. Winter soldier and Brock Rumlow

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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fourtysix - You´ve Done This Before, Haven´t You?

Your back against the wall. His hands roaming your body. His tongue dancing around with yours. Your gear belt digging into your lower back, but you don’t care. His lips finally being on yours again, it feels so good.

– I want you, YN! I need you!

He almost doesn’t break the kiss while he’s talking. It’s like he wants you to be one.

– Then, take me, Brock! Please!

You can feel his strong hands grabbing your hips. Lifting you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Although all the tactical gear takes up some of the space between your lower bodies. You can feel his erection. Fuck, how you have been aching for this.

– Right now! I have to have you, YN! All of you!

His lips moves from your lips to your neck. You let out a soft moan, and lean your head back against the wall.

– Your skin tastes so fucking good. I want to taste all of you!

– Fuck me, Brock. Please!

He grabs your behind, and carries you into the ladies room. Up against the wall, he starts to remove your gear. You don’t even care where you are. You don’t care that people can come in. You want him, you need him.

Your pants and your gear falls to the floor. One second looking into each others eyes, before he lifts you up, places your legs over his shoulders. You grab the stall walls on both sides of you. His eager tongue lapping at your pussy like it was the sweetest juice in the world.

– Fuck, Brock!

You look down at him.

– Mmmmm…

The only sound he makes, looking up at you. You squeeze your legs more over his shoulders, wildly bucking your hips into his face. Fuck, you’re close. And it’ll hit you like a tsunami.

You can feel it starting in your belly, before it moves down your thighs. Your whole lower body is in spasms. Your toes curling, and your legs squeezing even tighter around his shoulders. Then it explodes. Your knuckles white from holding on to the walls. Your ears ringing from the intensity. You can’t even hear your own moans.

He’s not stopping. The orgasm just goes on and on. It feels like it’s never going to end. You feel like your body is floating up in the air, you’re about to pass out.

He stops. Carefully puts your legs down, and holds you up. Kisses you.

– Taste yourself on my lips. That was fucking spectacular!

You can’t talk. He pulls you close.

– Need a minute?

You nod, and then rest your head on his shoulder.

– Want to go home?

You nod again, but then you remember that you have a hotel room.

– Or.. Err.. I.. I kinda booked a hotel room for tonight.

He laughs a bit.

– Which one?

Finally you start to come back down again. You stand up. Look at him, before you collect your clothes from the floor, and start to put them back on.

– Err.. The Ameritania. Why do you ask?

He reaches behind you, and helps you get your gear belt back on. His breath tickles your ear. It sends shivers down your spine.

– I booked a room at the same hotel.

You look at him. Searching his face. Why did he do that? Did something happen?

– Why? What happened?

He hugs you. You kinda have a feeling it’s because he doesn’t want to look you in the eye. But everything is so good right now, you don’t want to ruin it by asking too many questions.

– Nothing, YN. Come on, let’s go!

He breaks the hug, takes your hand, and turns away from you. Something definitely happened with him. But you decide to not fish for answers right now. You want him inside you again, feel his skin against yours, his lips on your skin, his moans and his voice when he’s close to coming. That’s what you want. You don’t give a damn about anything else right now.

The hotel is not far away. Only a couple of blocks. You have the weekend off, but something could come up, and it felt safer to be closer to home. Just in case.

You walk next to each other, not saying much. His hand in yours. The warmth that radiates from his strong hand makes your whole body ache for him. How is it possible to be this charismatic? There is so much you don’t know about him. And… There is stuff he doesn’t know about you ether. Maybe you should tell first. Why and how you met David perhaps. No, not now, YN.

A Block from the hotel, Rumlow stops. You stop as well. Look at him, before he leans down, and whisper in your ear.

– I can’t wait any longer, YN!

You don’t have time to think, before your back hits the wall, and his lips meets yours, his tongue opening your mouth, before meeting yours.

– Brock! We… We’re outside!

He starts to remove his pants. You don’t know why. But you do the same.

– I know.. That’s Part of the thrill…

You both let your pants fall down at the same time. He looks at you. No words needed. You slip one of your legs out of your pants. His still around his ankles. Then he lifts you up. Your legs around his waist. He wastes no time. The second your legs are wrapped around him, he enters you. The streetlights hitting his face at an angle that makes his eyes spark. The thrill of being outside. Everything is so fucking intense.

– I love being inside of you, YN! Feel you wrap yourself around my cock. More!

You’re clenching your muscles around him. Ahh Fuck! You try to keep quiet, but it’s impossible. Rumlow clamps a hand over your mouth. Not being able to make a sound, makes the feeling of having him deep inside even more intense. His eyes looking into yours. Dark with hunger. You can see in them, that he’s just as close as you are.

– Come for me, sweetheart!

His words, his breath and his soft grunts of pleasure in your ear, is more than you can take. You’re desperate moans into his hand, your muscles clenching around him, sucking him in.

– Yes! Fuck! YN! Do it!

The pleasure rushing over you, his hard thrusts inside you. Harder and deeper for each one. You try to hold back. You want this to go on forever. But it’s impossible. The second orgasm hits you like lightning. Taking over every fiber in your body. Fuck, this feels so good.

He holds you up a bit longer after he finishes. Removing his hand from your mouth, and replacing it with his lips. Lets his hand brush over your hair, before he puts you down. You quickly get your clothes back on. God I hope no one saw us. What would they think about SHIELD, if they saw that? Rumlow looks at you.

– Relax, YN! No one saw us. Come on now, we have a hotel bed to check out..

You look at him, take a breath. You don’t know why. And you curse at yourself because you do. But you don’t manage to stop the words.

– You’ve done this before, haven’t you?

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