#rumlow x y/n

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Pretty Little Thing Part 9

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage)

Other characters: Sam, Peter, Steve, Thor, Nat, Clint, Loki, Walker

Here is part 9. Things come to a head when Rumlow took back what’s his, but were you ever really his to being with? Also time for a character reveal. 

Warnings: forced abusive marriage, cheating, swearing, violence, kidnapping, fluff

(Some bits of this felt a little rushed but I really wanted to get this part out because I’m also working on part 10!) 

Word count: 2.4k

Part 8 

If Rumlow wanted to come after you, then he should have come after him.  

Bucky replayed the video from the security footage around his property. Rage pumped through his veins, seeing your limp body tossed over Rumlow’s shoulder, throwing you into a van and screeching off. You were supposed to be safe with him. The clicks of guns and the sound of loading of bullets filled the room as the rest of the team suited up to come find you; Bucky was done with peace. He tucked his gun in the waistband of his pants, the screen of his phone lighting up with Nat’s number.

“We already checked two of his other warehouses, they’re empty. He might’ve taken her to the storage at the docks; Barton and I are headed there now”

Sam, Thor and Steve followed Bucky out of his office, making their way to the vans where Peter was already waiting, his jaw ticking.

“Peter, stay here with May” Bucky was about to send him back inside, but Peter shook his head, his stance unwavering. “Parker, it’ll be danger-

“No, I’m coming” He shrugged, pulling away and climbing into one of the SUV’s, impatiently waiting to put a bullet through someone. Steve could tell by the way Bucky swallowed thickly, something was eating at him. He twirled his knife between his fingers, a habit it picked up when he got nervous.

“Spit it out punk”

Bucky shook his head but Steve gave him a pointed look, staying rooted in place until his best friend told him what he was thinking.

“I love her” 

“Mind telling me something, everyone wasn’t already aware of”  Steve snorted, shaking his head.

“If anything happens…make sure she’s taken care of. Save her first”

Steve wanted to argue and tell him everything would be fine but he knew it was pointless. He nodded while Bucky’s jaw clenched as everyone else jointed, ready to leave.

“I’m killing him” Bucky’s voice was a growl, his body tense while Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze as they got into the back, the SUV doors slamming shut.

“C’mon, let’s go get your girl”

*****

Loki and Walker looked at each other while Rumlow paced around the room, growing more and more unhinged by the second. He had all his men surround the building, while Loki and Walker were assigned to guard you. He grinned, watching your eyes flutter open, your head throbbing from the sedatives he pumped you with.

“My pretty little thing”

You winced, your hands numb from the harsh ropes digging tightly into your skin. You were tied to a metal beam in the middle of a warehouse, the walls made entirely from concrete; no one would hear you scream. The faint smell of metallic copper and alcohol lingered in the air; you knew exactly where you were. His favourite place for business deals. The easiest place to dispose bodies. You felt bile rise in your throat as he brushed his lips against your temple, his body pressing against yours.

“Did you miss me doll?” You refused to meet his eyes even when he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. A permanent scar ran down his face from when you had hit his face with a bottle. His hot breath fanned on your, groaning as he inhaled the lingering scent of your perfume. “You smell good, so good.  Look at what you started sweetheart, this mess I have to clean up, all because you couldn’t keep your legs closed” Rumlow tsked, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I lost a few of my men already, all just for you”

“This isn’t my fau-

The sound of his hand slapping your cheek echoed through the room, his chest heaving. You wanted to spit in his face, tears stinging your eyes, your skin hot from where his palm met your cheek.

“It is your fucking fault” He hissed, his teeth grazing your cheek. “You’re MY wife, MINE. YOU’RE MARRIED TO ME, I’D RATHER SEE YOU DEAD THAN LET HIM HAVE YOU” Walker flinched, watching Rumlow raise his hand to strike you again but Loki grabbed his wrist before he could touch you.

“If you kill her now, we lose leverage” He whispered, tugging Rumlow a few steps away from you. You rolled your eyes, smirking to yourself, enjoying the reactions you got from him. If you were going to die, might as well make him suffer too.

“He. Can’t. Have. YOU” Rumlow growled, his hands balled into fists; he knew he had to keep you alive until Bucky got there but he wanted to wrap his hands around your throat so badly, flashes of you spread out and moaning for him clouding his mind.

“He’s already had me” You sneered, licking off a drop of blood that tinged your lips. “I might be married to you but it’s him that I want”

“Boss don’t let her get to you” Walker warned, hearing the screeching of tires approaching the area. His heart was already racing, he knew he’d signed up for many things but dealing with Bucky’s blood lust wasn’t one of them. Loki grabbed Rumlow and held him back while you continued to taunt him, not holding back on a single thing you let Bucky do to you.

“You know I let him cum wherever he wants, dripping all over his bed”

“You better stop y/n” Rumlow hissed, but you didn’t care, your eyes locked with his.

“I know how he tastes”

“You fucking whore” Loki had to drag him back as he tried to lunge for you again, his hand desperate to reach for his gun.

“I let him fuck me the first time I stayed with him. He didn’t even have to ask”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH-”  Before he could fight Loki to get to you, the faint sound of gun shots caught his attention, pulling away from Loki, his lips curving upwards. “You’re little boytoy is here” He sneered, locking and loading his gun, striding over to grasp your face in his hands.

“First I’m going to kill him in front of you” His lips brushed your cheek, while his other hand trailed down your body, grasping the soft flesh of your thighs. His breath fanned on your neck, moving to whisper in your ear, gripping the back of your hair “then I’ll show you how a real man fucks”

*****

“PARKER, WILSON, GO COVER THE NORTHERN SIDE” Steve shot down the men that charged towards them while Bucky shot two perfect rounds into the two guards at the front, before taking down a few more of Rumlow’s men. There was no slow build up; as soon as the cars screeched to a halt, the echoing of bullets rang through the air. Sam and Peter sprinted off to the front of the warehouse; Peter was going to make use of every single bullet he loaded without leaving any to spare. Nat and Clint had already covered the south wing while Thor and Steve joined Bucky’s side, searching for you.

The three men made their way down the dimly lit hall way, straight to the main metal doors that led to the center of the warehouse. Bucky had never felt fear and anger like this before, where he could feel his blood coursing through his body. He didn’t care what happened to him, killing Rumlow was a secondary issue; he just needed to see you alive and breathing.

As soon as they reached the doors, he burst through them, chest heaving, jaw clenched. You were the first thing his eyes fell on; you were alive. Cuts and bruises littering your body, you clothes were nearly in shreds. He couldn’t stand the way you were tied up, dark bruises from where Rumlow had his hands on you scattered on your arms and thighs but right now all that mattered to him was that you were alive. Loki stood near you while Walker joined Rumlow’s side. Rumlow grinned at the three men, his mind conflicting between killing Bucky on the spot or making him watch while he took you apart. 

“Are you here for someone Barnes”

“My girl” 

Walker felt an eerie chill watching Bucky silently stalk towards them, his eyes completely dark, void of emotion. His finger was already on the trigger, itching to put a bullet in Rumlow’s mouth but he wasn’t going to risk anything with you still there. Ironically, Rumlow felt the same; he couldn’t have you die in a shoot out when he didn’t get his way with you yet. His eyes switched between Steve, Thor and Bucky, all three men armed. He had to get you out first, before killing them off. 

“Loki, take y/n, GO, GET OUT”  Rumlow commanded, unwilling to let Bucky or any of his men rescue you when he finally got you back. He kept his eyes locked on Bucky, his chest heaving when he continued to stalk towards him. “Banres, don’t take another ste-

Rumlow whipped his gun out, his blood running cold when he heard the click of a pistol from behind him, the cold metal suddenly against his temple. Loki pressed it against Rumlow’s head, his lips curved upward into a smirk.

“Loki, what the fuck are you doing” He hissed, his eyes growing wide, feeling the barrel press further into his skin.

“I’m simply doing as I was asked” Loki smiled, while Walkers eyes grew wide, swallowing thickly, leaving Rumlow’s side and inching towards the door. 

“Brother” Thor nodded at Loki, before blocking the exist, preventing Walker from escaping.

“Who the fuck asked you to do this” Rumlow spat, his blood running cold at the satisfied smirk Bucky had on his face. 

“My boss James Barnes” Loki whispered, nearly cackling, he could practically hear Rumlow’s heart race “I don’t suppose you looked into my last name”

“Laufeyson” Rumlow growled through gritted teeth, his empire slipping from under his teeth. 

“I see you never heard of the Odinson brothers” Loki tsked, while Thor snorted as his brothers mischief. “Now drop the guns”

How anger surged through Rumlow, dropping the gun on the floor while Loki kicked it over and stepped aside, allowing Bucky to have his way. Steve rushed over to you, taking you off to the side while Bucky finally lunged for Rumlow. Sam and Peter ran into the warehouse having cleared what was left of the other guards. 

“You shouldn’t have taken her” Bucky threw a punch to his jaw, earning a satisfying crack, while Rumlows rings cut through his cheek. Bucky kicked him from under, sending him to the floor, unable to hold back anything any longer. 

He hurt you.

Bucky’s fist connected with his face repeatedly. 

Took you from him. 

Abused you. 

He made sure Rumlow’s vision was clouded with blood, he didn’t even have the right to look at you. 

His sweet baby.

You didn’t deserve any of this.

He broke each of his fingers with a satisfying snap, the pained cries only adding to his satisfaction. 

He’d never let that monster touch you again. 

“This ends now-

Bucky winced, feeling the knife slice into his side as Walker plunged it into him  before getting shot down by Peter. 

“You’ll- Rumlow grinned, blood staining his teeth.”-You’ll never get my wife” he hissed, gasping for air when Bucky’s hand wrapped around his throat. “I’m-I’m the one that-the on that married her” 

“You may have married her but I love her” Bucky threw Rumlow to the floor, catching the gun Steve tossed to him, pointing it between Rumlow’s eyes. “You’re never hurting her again” 

5 bullets. 1 would have been enough but the  4 were just to be sure. 

“Dispose of him” Bucky ordered, while Sam and Peter happily dragged Rumlow’s lifeless form off to the side of the warehouse. Bucky ran to you where you sat with Steve, tears streaming down your face looking at the blood that soaked his side. 

“M’here baby, look at me Angel, you’re safe”

“James!” You were hardly able to stand, but you pushed yourself to your feet, your hand pressing against the gash on his side. “You got hurt because of me-

“Shhhh, y/n, careful” His arms wrapped around you, slipping his blazer off and wrapping it around your body. You tried hard to stay standing, your knees giving way, letting him scoop you in his arms, setting you down on one of the crates.  “I’m here for you angel”

He looked over your body to see if there were any injuries he missed, but you were impatient. You just wanted to be in his arms again and take care of the cuts that now littered his body. 

“James, please, you’re bleeding” You tried to plead with him but he smiled softly at you, carrying you in his arms again. 

“Hardly a scratch angel” Your arms clung around his neck, breathing in his scent, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as he carried you back to the van. “Lets go home doll”

You could finally go home. 

He was your new home. 

Steve, and the rest followed behind while you clung onto him for dear life, refusing to let go, sitting in his lap as he sat in the back. You were joined with Thor, Peter and Loki while Sam sat at the front with Steve. Your heart raced, seeing the man who Rumlow had guard your locked room for days. Granted, something about him never made you feel unsafe. You remembered the many times he had stepped in before Rumlow could touch you. Bucky felt your body tremble slightly, rubbing your back soothingly, kissing your forehead. 

“I sent Loki to watch over you angel. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I needed to know what he was doing to you” You peeked over at the man with dark raven hair, an apologetic smile gracing his face. 

“James sent me to watch over you after Rumlow locked you away. I apologize for not telling you anything or being able to do more. We didn’t want him growing suspicious and endanger you” 

“Thank you” You whispered, snuggling further in Bucky’s hold. Nothing mattered as long as you were with him again. You knew he would keep you safe. You fell asleep, tucked in his arms, stirring awake again when you felt the cool night air hit your skin. He held you close to him, carrying you up the drive way and through the doors of his home, taking you right to his room so he could take care of you. Just like he always did. 

“Welcome home my sweet doll” 

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As I read through the prompts for your sleepover, I fell over "Breathing frosty fog onto a surface and drawing in it." And I couls just imagine Brock's S/O doing this and it would make that big strong man blush 🫠❤️

My lovely Lily,

I do love writing for Rumlow so thank you for sending this in, thank you for being a part of my sleepover and thank you for being such a good and supportive friend to me. Love you lots and I hope you like it.

A Kiss Out in the Cold

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

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Maybe a couple of swear words, Rumlow being his normal brooding self, little jealousy, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 1.1K-ish

Summary: Reader is a realtor, her client is her ex. Brock thinks he has an ulterior motive

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. 💕💕 💕

“He could have gone to any other realtor, ya know that right, doll?” Said Brock, he sounded angry enough to spit nails.

He was talking about your ex coming into your office earlier today, looking to buy a house. Obviously, you weren’t expecting him, of all people.

Without looking up from your paperwork, you said, “Hi there, give me one second and I’ll be riiiiiight with you.”

“Take your time, pretty eyes.” He had said.

You knew that voice but you hadn’t heard it in months.

John was your ex-boyfriend and apparently he was in the market for a new home. He had plenty of money so if you were to find him one, the commission on it would be staggering. D.C. was a very expensive area to live in so you looking at John at that moment was like looking at two life size dollar signs. Nothing more.

“D.C. is full of realtor’s, y/n and he chose your office?” He said. Even on the phone, you could tell he had a sour look on his face. “I don’t like it.”

“You are such a cynic, Rumlow. You know I’m with YOU, right? Ya big dumb animal.” You snapped into the phone.

“I still don’t like it, sweetheart.” Brock stated with bitterness in his voice.

“You’ll like it when I bring home that commission. I have the perfect house in mind for him too. I gotta go, handsome. I’ll see you at home.” You said and hung up.

He’ll get over it.

**********

You hated showing houses in the winter time. Getting in and out of the car, sometimes the homes were vacant so the heat was only on low so the pipes wouldn’t freeze, and the homes with yards didn’t look nearly as nice in the winter as they did in the spring and summer.

For the next few days, you lost count of how many houses you showed to John. He just kept finding new ones to look at, going back to previous ones, finding little things that could easily be fixed but he “wasn’t sure,” or it wasn’t the right neighborhood. Showing him house after house was exhausting.

But you just had to keep thinking about the payout you’d get.

Brock came home and found you in your comfortable clothes, your feet up and a cold towel over your eyes. It had been a long day.

“Well it looks like you had a long day, sweetheart.” Said Brock. Even with a towel over your eyes, you knew he had a slight smirk on his face.

The little lines around his amber colored eyes crinkled when he smiled. You heard Brock set his work bag down and went to the kitchen to grab a beer. You already had a glass of wine that was resting on the coffee table.

“How many houses did you show Ritchie Rich today?” He asked, sarcastically.

Without removing the cloth from your eyes, you replied, “Four.”

“How many do you have to show him before you realize he’s just tryin’ to spend as much time as he possibly can with you so he can get back in your pants?” He asked, after taking a sip of beer.

You removed the cloth from your eyes and sat bolt upright. His wild brown hair looked a lot different than it did this morning; it was slightly messy and fluffy.

“Why do you have to be so crass? How many times do I have to tell you that I’m with YOU, Brock? What do I have to do to convince you?” You asked.

Brock set his beer down, stood up and walked a few paces away from you then turned around. With his hands on his hips, he glared at you, his face was tight with anger, and the early evening sun made his eyes look a lot more golden than usual.

“I don’t like calling your office and your assistant telling me that you’re still out showing houses to captain money bags. I know what he’s trying to do and I just…I just don’t want him to take you away from me.” He said, his raspy voice low and soft.

Brock wasn’t the type to share his feelings so when he actually did, it was always a complete shock to you. It was like pulling teeth to get him to say anything about how he felt about you.

Flustered, you started to say, “You don’t wan—“

Popping up off of the couch, you slipped your shoes on and headed for the front door.

Confused, Brock asked, “Doll, what are ya doin’? You can’t go outside dressed like that, it’s freezing.”

The bitter cold stung your lungs when you stepped outside in your tank top and lounge pants. Goosebumps erupted all over your body as you walked over to the large living room window. With the frame at eye level, you expelled hot air against the cold glass, casting a fog against the window. You began to write something.

“Will you get in here?!!” He shouted.

Violently, you shook your head and continued to write. I…♥️…U. And you quickly kissed the window, leaving a perfect print of your lips against the glass.

He cracked a smile…a big one, which wasn’t easy to do. You thought you saw him mouth the word “Crazy.”

Brock flung open the front door and stuck his head out.

“Get your ass in here! What is the matter with you?!” He yelled, his warm breath visible in the dry cold winter air.

You quickly ran inside and he pulled you into his chest, trying to warm you up. He pinched your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes, and he inched his face closer until his lips gently touched yours sending flutters to your stomach and a shiver down your spine that wasn’t because of the cold.

“You’re crazy, ya know that?” He husked with a subtle smile.

“No one is gonna take me away from you, Brock. I love you.” You said, raking your fingers through his soft brown hair.

“I love you too, doll.” Whispered Brock.

He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue tangled with yours as he pulled you in close by the waist. His body heat radiated from underneath his shirt and easily warmed you from the outside clear to your bones.

“You’re sexy when you get a little jealous, Rumlow. You’re sooooooofffftttt for meeeeee.” You taunted him with a devilish smile and a playful tone.

Brock hated being teased like that but he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Ok, ok…very funny, sweetheart.” He said.

Your tone turned a little more serious. “Alright, I’ll stop…I can get someone else to show John houses if it REALLY bothers you.”

He shook his head and said with a wink,“Nah…go get ‘em, baby. Bring home that paycheck.”

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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.

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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.”

——

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.

[nekoannie-chan]

Heal

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader (past), Brock Rumlow X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader

Word count: 930 words.

Summary: Steve broke up with you, but after that, you found the love of your life.

Warnings: Angst, but a happy ending.

A/N: This is my gift to @sweetascanbee’s Love Is A Game Writing Challenge with the prompt:

"They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing–Hello, 25.”

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April 25th

 You saw the clock hanging on the wall. Steve had been five minutes late. That was odd; he had always been on time.

"Steve, what's wrong?" You asked with concern when you saw the look on his face.

"I'm sorry, but I can't go on; I don't feel anything for you anymore." Steve's voice sounded cold.

"Oh, it's okay; I understand," you said, blinking several times, confused. You left the room; you didn't expect Steve to end your relationship; you never expected it to happen.

"Did you?" Bucky asked as he saw his friend enter, and Steve nodded, "Are you sure it was the right thing to do?"

"Y/N is wonderful, but she won't be happy with me; she deserves someone else, someone from her era, who won't put her life in danger."

"Y/N is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent; she knows perfectly well what she is exposed to," Bucky interrupted him.

"I love her so much; I want her to be happy, but I don't think she can have everything she wants and deserves with me."

"I think you're making a mistake." "All you did was break her heart, and now she'll hate you."

After 25 weeks

 From the moment you broke up, you didn't have a single assignment where Steve was around anymore. In fact, you noticed that he avoided you; if he saw you around, he would divert his path or just walk away; he wouldn't say a word to you either.

You were sitting alone in the bar; you didn't even know what you were doing there, but you were getting bored. You looked up when someone approached you; you frowned a little and thought it was strange that he approached you since you had never talked before, except for the missions.

"Is this seat taken?" Brock asked, and you shook your head; you were so bored you couldn't even be bothered to have a conversation with him.

"I know who you are; we've had missions together as a team." You interrupted him.

"I thought you never noticed me," he commented.

"It's impossible to ignore you," you replied. You continued talking for several hours, and unexpectedly, Brock was not as unfriendly and hateful as you always thought. "You know that most people don't respect you, don't you?"

"They're afraid of me, but I'm not complaining; none of the others is interested in getting to know me; I'm very different from what they think," Brock assured, and you let out a chuckle. "I haven't seen you lately with Rogers."

Rogers: "We broke up; I guess it didn't work."

"That idiot doesn't know what he's missing."

"Excuse me?"

"Come on, Y/N, you're one of the best agents."

"You really believe that?"

"I do."

You kept talking until you ended up at your apartment. Maybe you were starting to have feelings for Brock, and maybe he always had feelings for you.

After 25 months

 "Steve, are you going?" Bucky asked, catching up with his friend.

"Where to? "Steve paused, not remembering that he had a mission.

"Y/N and Rumlow's wedding...

Steve stopped listening; he didn't even know that you and Brock had a relationship, much less that you were going to get married. During all that time, he thought a lot about what happened; he thought he had made a mistake, but he didn't know if you would forgive him. However, he had just realized that he had let a lot of time pass and that life had continued.

The next few days, Steve couldn't stop thinking; he had to see you one more time before you walked down the aisle, and he managed to find out all the details of your wedding.

It was 25 minutes before the ceremony started, and you were looking at yourself in the mirror. All the details were the same as you had always imagined, but you felt a little pressure in your stomach because of your nerves. You blinked several times when you saw your reflection in the mirror; you wouldn't carve your eyes to avoid ruining your makeup.

"Steve... "

"You look beautiful—more beautiful than ever," Steve said, approaching you. You turned to face him.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned if, if he came to ask you to run away with him or something, you would refuse; you were so happy with Brock.

"Are you happy?" Steve asked without looking away from you.

"Yes, I am; don't even think you're going to ruin my day," you answered in a challenging way. If he tried anything else, you would call security to get him out.

"No, I would never think of doing something like that; the only thing I wanted to know was if you were happy."

"I told you I am," you replied.

"I'm glad, Y/N, you deserve it; enjoy your wedding," Steve said, heading for the exit. "You swallowed saliva when you heard the door close. "Goodbye, my love."

Steve listened to the other people in the support group; he knew that at that time you would be on your honeymoon, and he didn't know who else to tell what he thought and felt.

"They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing," Steve said. "I made a big mistake believing that I couldn't make the love of my life happy, and now she's married someone else, probably the love of her life, but if she's happy, then I'm happy too, but I still believe I made a mistake, and now there's no way to fix it."

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ~ 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎! 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛! (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 // 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 *𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴* 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸𝚔

(((of course feel free to picture whatever dress you like! i just put the one in the middle of the first collage because my weakness is lily james + richard madden’s version of cinderella cjdfgdlfhb BUT below the cut / before the actual ball scenes, i made another collage with more dress inspo! just because i have over a thousand fancy dresses saved on pinterest and no occasion to use them. also if you can’t tell, like i just mentioned i am a whore for the 2015 cinderella movie and had to include some moments hehehe))) +++ i’ve included one of the 2 prompts, bold + italicized. i’ve obviously changed a few words to make it fit the story.

     It’s the morning of the ball, and you’re a bundle of nerves and excitement. May surprised you by giving you the entire day off from the bakery, insisting that you deserved to relax and take your time getting ready. She offers Peter the day off too, and he’s more than happy to take the day off even though he only needs 10 minutes to get ready.

You’ve been up less than an hour when there’s a knock at the front door. As you open it, you’re surprised to see Pepper, and behind her stands Clint and Sam, working together to carry a rather large garment bag. Pepper explains that she just wanted to personally drop off the dress, and that she came early that way if she needs to do any last minute altering, there’ll be enough time. You step aside to let everyone in, and gesture to the mountains of food on the kitchen counter.

May had woken up before you and Peter, and decided to use the rest of the fresh eggs that a neighbor had given you all before they went bad. She apparently wanted to use a lot of the other ingredients too because on the counter sat plates of eggs, pancakes, waffles, and bacon.

You asked if anyone was hungry, and Sam and Clint eagerly dove in, saying you wouldn’t need to worry about any of it going to waste. Once they’re settled at the dining table with plates of food and cups of coffee, you show Pepper to your bedroom so that you can try on the dress.

When it’s on and you look at yourself in the mirror for the first time, you feel like a princess. You haven’t worn anything this nice, and you still can’t believe that it’s made for you. Pepper is relieved to see that no last minute arrangements need to be made, and says that she knows you’ll be the most beautiful one tonight.

Before Pepper, Sam, and Clint leave, Sam lets you know that you don’t have to worry about getting to the palace this evening. “Prince James has arranged for a carriage to pick you all up.”

The day goes by agonizingly slow. You and Peter end up spending the day doing basically nothing.

Then around 5, an unexpected knock on the door brings more company. A man and woman greet you with smiles and hugs, introducing themselves as Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Pietro explains that they often work with Pepper Potts, and that they’re basically the stylists for the palace. When you’re still a little confused on exactly what they’re there for, and when you’re told that they’ve arrived to help you get ready, you still can’t believe this is your life right now.

Pietro and Peter stay in the living room as you and Wanda go to your room, and she helps you into your dress. Wanda is giddy with excitement as she steps back to take a look at you. When you thank her for helping you, and say that you’ve never done anything like this, it almost brings tears to her eyes.

She calls Peter and Pietro into the room, now she says the fun really begins. Peter sits on your bed, and you all talk and trade funny stories as Pietro works on your hair and Wanda does your makeup.

At 6pm, May and Ben come home after closing the bakery early. Wanda insists on doing May’s makeup too, and by 6:30 you’re all finished and ready to leave for the ball. Before the twins leave to head back to the palace, you thank them again, admitting that you’ve never felt more beautiful.

“You’ll be the most beautiful princess at the dance,” Pietro kisses your hand. Wanda has to drag her brother away, whispering and joking that he can’t flirt with you or Prince James might have his head.

At exactly 6:45, a beautiful golden carriage arrives. You and Peter sit next to each other, May and Ben on the other side. The carriage moves slowly but it’s such a short distance that you still arrive at the palace in less than 10 minutes. As you walk up the steps and are led through the palace, you’re in awe. You thought everything looked amazing just on any normal day, but this is something else. Everything seems to have been transformed, the chandeliers have been replaced with bigger and more extravagant ones just for tonight, flower arrangements have been placed everywhere, and when you enter the ballroom, you swear you’ve entered some magic universe.

In the very beginning, you, Peter, May, and Ben pretty much just stand together as you all nervously look around the room.

You’re approached by a few different people who compliment your dress. One of the girls, who introduces herself as MJ, seems to have caught Peter’s eye. When she leaves and resumes talking to her friends, you encourage Peter to go over and talk to her.

Suddenly from the top of the staircase, a voice calls out. Before you even look up, you recognize Thor. “Introducing the royal family, Her Majesty Queen Winnifred Barnes, His Royal Highness Prince James Barnes, Her Royal Highness Princess Rebecca Barnes.”

They appear at the top of the staircase, Queen Winnifred walking down first, and her children following behind. Just before Bucky reaches the bottom of the steps, you make eye contact and he freezes. You’ve taken his breath away.

(((this is the collage of dresses i mentioned earlier. i initially pictured cinderella’s dress (top left), but included some others as well in case that isn’t your taste. and if you hate them all, picture whatever you like!)))

Before he can make his way over to you, Thor makes another announcement, letting everyone know that the first dance will begin in just a few minutes, and if everyone could please find a partner.

From the corner of your eye, you see Peter take MJ’s hand, and nearly squeal with delight. When he looks over at you, you clap and give him a not-at-all discreet thumbs up as payback for all the times he did that to you. He shakes his head, but has a big grin on his face.

A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn around, and you’re stunned at the sight of Bucky right in front of you.

“May I have this dance?” he bows, holding out his hand. You curtsy and smile, allowing him to lead you amongst the crowd.

You assume it’s because he’s the prince, that the crowd parts effortlessly as you walk through. Soon, you’re in the middle of the ballroom. The music begins and it’s as if everyone else disappears. In this moment, it’s only you and Bucky.

The song ends way too quickly, but before you can step back, he tightens his hold on you and pulls you closer, whispering in your ear as he asks for another dance.

As he twirls you around the room, you notice that whenever you get near anybody, they usually pause to look at you. You’re suddenly feeling self conscious. “Prince James, everyone is looking at you.”

“No, doll, they’re all looking at you.”

You end up dancing together for a few more songs, and before the next one begins, a tap on his shoulder forces you both to stop. You’re surprised to see Becca, who simply takes your hand and begins leading you away. When Bucky follows and asks where you think you’re going, she just smiles and says “if you’ll excuse us”.

When the next song finally does start, you and Becca begin to dance together. “I don’t even care how many people are staring right now,” she laughs, “I had a feeling that if I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t get to talk to you all night. My brother would definitely hog you.”

The 2 of you spend just as much time gossiping and catching up with each other, as you do actually dancing, and by the end of the song you’re both laughing so hard that you have tears. She’s just finished telling you about the time her and Bucky grabbed mattresses and slid down the main staircases of the palace, when the song ends. You hadn’t even noticed that she’d slowly been leading you back to Bucky.

“Calm down,” Becca shakes her head, “it was only one dance, and we had many things to discuss. She’s all yours now dear brother.” You hug each other goodbye, and promise to come to the palace soon for that sleepover.

Bucky apologizes as he resumes dancing with you once again, saying he hopes she didn’t scare you too much.

“Not at all, in fact I think I may have a new favorite Barnes siblings,” the shock in Bucky’s face causes you to laugh again, and he mumbles something like well I’ll just have to do something about that.

After one more song, Bucky asks if he can steal you away from all the dancing. When you excitedly say yes, he takes your hand and leads you out to the garden. You’re amazed to see that even the garden, where there are no guests, has been heavily transformed as well. Fairy lights are strung everywhere, acting as lighted pathways.

The 2 of you wander aimlessly, and you try to ignore those butterflies once again when you realize that he’s still holding your hand. But then you decide screw it, butterflies be damned. You pause, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek.

“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Thank you for tonight, Bucky, I’ve loved every minute.”

Bucky suddenly gets this look in his eyes, and you can’t quite describe it, though you know that you’re feeling the exact same thing. He pulls you closer and puts a hand on either side of your face, and you know what he’s silently asking.

The kiss is everything that you thought it would be, and more. When you pull apart after a moment, neither of you remember the last time you’ve felt this happy.

As you begin walking again, you remember something that Becca mentioned earlier. “Your sister seems very worried about you, but she didn’t say why. Are you alright?”

“I’m sure she’s referring to me being crowned king in six months time,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

You nod in understanding. May was just talking about that the other day, saying she wonders what’ll happen because Queen Winnifred had just publicly announced her decision to step down as queen before the year came to an end.

When you look back up at Bucky, you see tears forming in his eyes. When they fall, you wipe them away, leaving one hand on his cheek. He leans in to your touch, letting out a soft sigh. “Bucky, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… it’s all so much pressure. My father was the best man I knew, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to do it all without him here to guide me. How am I meant to lead? Everywhere I go I see his face, and the whole kingdom is asking who is going to be the next ruler. I don’t know if that’s me. I know that it has to be, but… I just… I don’t know.”

“James,” you whisper, and he can’t help but smile at that. To everyone else he’s only ever Prince James, or Bucky / Buck. His father was the only one to ever just call him James, and he forgot how much he missed hearing it. “You’re kind to people, and in the time I’ve spent with you, I’ve seen how caring you are. There’s no doubt in my mind, you will be a great king.”

He leans down, pulling you closer. Your foreheads are touching, and he opens his mouth to ask for another kiss, when a shout forces the 2 of you apart.

You both turn to see a man and a woman quickly approaching. She sneers at you, introducing herself as Margaret Carter, and the man next to her as Brock Rumlow. It’s clear something is wrong, and your suspicions are confirmed when Margaret turns to Bucky and says something that you hoped would stay a secret forever.

“Has your little commoner friend told you that she’s associated with King Laufeyson?”

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[talia-rumlow]

Works to come...

Forbidden Fruit (Jonathan Pine The Night Manager X Reader)

Twisted Reality (Loki/Female X Reader & Thor/Female X Reader, mostly Loki though)

My Brother´s Best Friend (Another Rumlow X Reader)

Wheelman (Wheelman 2017 movie X Reader, I named him Frank...)

[imtryingbuck]

Fifteen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 4,736

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names. Bucky and y/n argue and that’s a warning in itself. Brock rumlow, Bucky being a bad friend. Swearing. Bullying.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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Like every morning she waited outside for Bucky, Steve and Sam to arrive so they could all walk to school together. Y/n was so excited when she found out that she was going to be going to school with her two friends, though she was a year below them.

Sam was the boys’ friend first and when he was introduced to Y/n he instantly became her friend, throwing his arm around her he winked at her causing the girl to blush. Bucky wasn’t happy.

Sighing she checked her watch, the same one Bucky had brought her for her birthday last year, they was late.

She didn’t want to be in trouble for being late so she decided to head off on her own, as she pulled her bag further up her shoulder she kept her head down whilst walking the streets.

“Y/n! Y/n slow down!” Sam’s booming voice came from behind her.

“I can’t I’m going to be late!” She shouted back to him.

“H-hold on, Jesus woman you’re making me run today aren’t you?”

Feeling his arms wrap themselves around her waist she comes to a halt. “Where’s Ducky?”

“Ah he, never mind. Steve hurry up!”

“Sam where is he? Is he ill? Oh god he is isn’t he?”

“No Sugar he’s not, he’s just not walking with us this morning”

“Hey Y/n/n” Steve panted as he pulls his friend into a hug.

“Hi Stevie where’s Ducky?”

“With Dot”

“Dude!” Sam scolded.

“Wh-who’s Dot?”

“His girlfriend” Steve admits rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry”

“H-he has a girlfriend? Oh”

She couldn’t understand why her heart hurt at hearing that.

“If it makes you feel any better, me and Sam don’t like her”

“I want to go to school now”

Throughout her lessons she couldn’t find it in herself to concentrate, he had a girlfriend and didn’t tell her - why didn’t he tell her? Was she pretty? Did she know who she was? Was they going to be friends still?

“-Y/n!”

“Huh? Sorry Sir”

“Class is over…go”

“Right sorry Sir, see you tomorrow”

Shoving all her things into her school bag she heads down to wait outside the cafeteria for the boys to show. Like that morning she checks her watch and sighing, they’re late.

Her stomach growled and giving up waiting for them to show she heads into the cafeteria when she comes to a stop.

They were already there, sat at the table that was unofficially reserved for the four of them.

Her eyes watered at seeing a brunette sat in her place, next to her Ducky. She watched as he threw his arm around her and pulled her into him just like he always did to her. She watched as Sam and Steve laugh about something the girl said.

“Ow, I’m sorry” she stutters out after she’s pushed over.

“Move out of the way freak” Brock. The schools bully. Or as Y/n called him behind his back ‘Brock the rock’ no it wasn’t a compliment at his muscles but an insult, Brock rhymed with rock and rocks where dumb just like Brock.

“I-I’m sorry” she stutters as she tries to move out of the way.

“Aw you going to cry you little freak?” He says loudly catching everyone’s attention.

“N-no-“

“I think she is Brock” laughed Jack, another bully who followed Brock wherever he went.

“The little freak is going to cry!” Brock boomed causing her to flinch.

He takes it one step further by pushing her in to Jack who then shoves her away violently back to Brock, back and forth she was pushed between the two.

Y/n’s frantic eyes met Bucky’s who had been watching the whole thing along with everyone else. She nearly burst out crying when all he did was look down.

“Looks like your little boyfriend isn’t coming to the rescue this time freak” Brock whispers as he clutches her shirt tightly in his grip just before pushing her roughly onto the ground.

She waits until Brock and his lackeys leave before standing up, looking up towards the table she’s normally sat at with her friends her heart breaks when she sees the back of Bucky’s head and Steve and Sam looking down at their food.

Running out of the cafeteria she runs to the bathroom where she locks herself away until the loud shrill of the bell goes off.

Throughout the day she was glad she didn’t see any of the boys or Brock and Jack as she moved from one class to the next. Stuck in her own mind she couldn’t understand why neither one of her friends stuck up for her like they’ve done before whenever Brock was acting tough now that Tony had left school.

Were they my friends now? Why didn’t Bucky tell me he had a girlfriend? Why didn’t Steve and Sam stick up for me?

They were some of the many questions that swirled around her head as her last teacher Mr Levinson droned on.

When the bell rang throughout the school she took her time in packing her things, waiting for everyone to leave.

“Y/n?”

“Yes sir?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes sir, why?”

“Well you’re normally the first one out of the class” he chuckles.

“Oh. No everything’s okay sir” she smiled up at him as she brought the strap of her bag up her arm.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow remember you’ve got me for two periods”

“I know sir, I’ll see you tomorrow” waving bye to her favourite teacher she walks out of the class, slowly walking to the entrance. Like Mr Levinson said she was normally the first one out of class, and normally she was running through the halls to wait outside for the boys to arrive so they could head to the sweet shop on the corner of Main Street but today she was in no rush, no rush in seeing the spot she always waited at to being empty.

As she stepped out of the doors she felt stupid for hoping that they would have waited for her, they hadn’t.

As she walked past the sweet shop she heard Sam’s loud laughter filter through the gap in the door, her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she saw Sam, Steve and Bucky all laughing in the store, she swore her heart broke when she saw Bucky grab ahold of the brunettes hand from lunch and pulling her to place his lips to hers. Y/n brought her fingers to her lips softly touching them wondering how the girl in the store felt kissing Bucky.

Shaking her head and wiping her tears she walks off before any of them sees her.

“Hello angel-angel what’s wrong?” Howard asks when she walks in and straight pass him without saying hello or telling him how her day went, or better yet without her handing him her packet full to the brim of sweets so he could pick one - or if she was letting him feel cheeky two - out.

“Nothing dad I’m going to do my homework”

“Angel come here, or don’t I’ll just follow you” he mutters following her upstairs and into her room.

“Dad, please I just want to do my homework and go to sleep”

“Not until you tell me what’s happened? You’re not normally back yet, is Lloyds closed?”

“No. I-I just really need to get this homework done”

“Where’s the boys?”

“I-dad please”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on? You seem to forget angel I know you and I know something is wrong, so spill”

“Duc-Bucky has a girlfriend…”

“Oh…oh. I’m sorry angel”

“It’s okay, I just don’t have any friends anymore” she shrugs, looking at the photograph she had hanging up on her wall. Her, Bucky, Sam and Steve standing in front of the stall at the fair ground, Bucky’s arm wrapped around her waist as her hand was on his chest. All four of them smiling widely at the camera as Maria takes the photo.

“Of course you’ll still have friends angel, the boys will still be your friends”

“No they won’t. Steve and Sam were friends with Bucky before they were my friends”

“Bucky’s still you friend darling just because he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean shit-don’t tell your mother I just swore in front of you”

“I won’t” she giggles.

“Is there anything else you’re not telling me?”

She hadn’t found the courage to tell her parents about the bullying or how bad it was, knowing how they would react she didn’t want to make it any worse than it already was.

“No dad everything’s okay I promise”

“Okay…well tomorrow is Friday and you know what that means don’t you? That’ll prove that the boys are still your friends”

Shortly after Howard leaves so she could start her homework. Not that she does it.

Friday, tomorrow is Friday. Every weekend her, Steve and Sam heads to Bucky’s house for a sleepover. Was she still invited? Was Bucky’s girlfriend going to be there?

Her head pounded and her eyes stung so she climbed into bed falling asleep as her stomach growled in hunger it only then occurred to her that she hadn’t ate anything since breakfast, it didn’t stop her from falling into a restless sleep.

The next morning she moved along with the motions. Getting dressed, brushing her hair and teeth, eating breakfast, she puts her shoes on pressing a kiss to her parents their cheeks she says her goodbyes.

She hesitates outside whether she should wait for the boys to show or not she finally forces her legs to move, she wasn’t going to be waiting on them. Not anymore.

“Oi freak!” Brock shouted as he walks across the road to where she was, she carried on walking keeping her head down.

“Freak don’t ignore him” Jack says.

She felt hands on her back before she was shoved down on to the ground scraping her hands and her knees. “W-what do you want?”

“Your lunch”

“No”

“What?” Don’t ask her Brock she’s just as shocked as you at her sticking up for herself.

“I said no, are you deaf?” Shut up shut up shut up her brain screams at her.

“Funny, don’t worry freak you’re going to regret this” Brock says before picking her bag up and throwing it over a fence.

Watching the pair walk off she stands up and looks down at her knees, great they’re bleeding. Opening the gate she walks over to the door and knocks, waiting patiently she waits for the owner to open up.

“Hello?”

“Hi Sir, my bag got thrown over your fence could I please get it?”

“Sure…”

“It’s over that fence” she points at the wooden fence that leads to the backyard she assumes.

“Oh, yeah sure hold on I’ll get the key” he walks back inside and returns quickly with the key “are you okay?”

“Yes Sir, are you?”

“I’m fine but I’m talking about your knees and hands, they’re bleeding”.

“Bullies Sir”

“Oh, nasty little parasites aren’t they?”

“Yes Sir” she giggles “thank you Sir” she says as he hands over her bag back to her.

“You’re welcome and hey listen don’t let them get to you okay? It will get better soon I can promise you that”

“H-how do you know?”

“I was bullied when I was at school but here I am owning a business that continues to grow even long after I’ve retired” he smiles softly.

“Wow, I-I don’t know why they pick on me I’ve never done anything wrong to them”

“Because they see the potential in you and they are scared because they haven’t gotten any so they spend their time and energy trying to bring you down”

“Oh, well I wish they would stop”

“They will you just have to wait them out”

“Thank you Sir, I best get going I’m…crap I’m late”

“Go go, and call me Stan”

“Y/n, bye Mr Stan”

“Well it’s actually Mr Lee but go your late” the older man chuckles.

“I’m going I’m going” she laughs waving at him.

Practically running to school she runs to her class “I’m sorry Miss” 

“It’s okay Y/n just make sure it doesn’t happen again”

“It won’t Miss I promise”

Ms Ford was an older teacher who taught maths whether it’s because of her age or because of how long she had been teaching for she simply didn’t care if you was late or not, as long as you didn’t cause any trouble then it was fine.

When the bell rang signalling for it to be lunch she slowly moved towards the bathroom so she could eat, on her way there she saw two of Brock’s friends walking towards her before she had a chance to do anything they grabbed her arms and dragged her backwards, leading her into the cafeteria.

No one blinks an eye or tries to help her out.

She’s shoved onto her knees in front of Brock, she shifts and in the corner of her eye she sees Bucky, Steve and Sam all staring.

“This little freak had the balls to talk back to me this morning and well I can’t let that happen” he told everyone. “Stand the freak up”

She’s roughly pulled up by her arms “did you all know that her dad killed her mom? Or that this little freak was in an orphanage?” He laughs.

“Shut up Brock” she says, mentally slapping herself for talking back.

“Ooh the freak speaks once again. Hey Bucky doesn’t this dog belong to you?” She’s spun around so she has no choice but to look at him, who once again just stares down.

“No? Not going to say anything? Wow some friend you are” Brock chuckles. “Hey guys want to see what she’s hiding under her shirt? My mom was a nurse who had to touch this freak”

Y/n’s eyes widen and she starts to struggle against the hold that the two boys had on her arms. “No no no Brock I’m sorry I’m sorry you don’t have to do this! I’m sorry”

Ignoring her pleads he just smirks at her “hold her steady boys”

“Brock stop!” Steve says shakily from the table.

“Shut up or your next. Stop struggling freak”

“Please s-stop! Please-D-Ducky help! No no no no no please no” she screams out as Brock rips her shirt off leaving her scarred back exposed to nearly the whole school.

“Disgusting isn’t it?” Brock laughs.

The murmurs and laughters are drowned out by the roaring of blood filling her ears, the moment she’s dropped to the ground she wraps her hands over her chest and runs out of the cafeteria and out of the school. Her vision was blurred as she ran faster than she’s ever ran before.

“Y/n-oh my lord, come here darling” an older voice says that she recognised from earlier.

“M-m-Mr Stan”

“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to put my coat around you okay?” As soon as the material was around her she collapsed into his arms.

“Darling le-let’s get you into the car and I’ll take you home okay?”

Everything moves in a blur, she doesn’t even realise that Mr Stan pulls up to her house or that he’s knocking on the door talking to her father or that her father comes rushing out of the house.

“Angel, angel come here”

“D-Dada” she cries clinging to him.

Howard lifts her out of the car and takes her into the house calling out for Maria who comes out of the kitchen. He takes her upstairs to her room where he lays her gently on the bed his heart breaking at the way she still clings on to him.

Leaving Maria to help Y/n get dressed and clean her injuries up he heads down the stairs to where Stan was still waiting.

“Come with me Stan” leading the older man into his office “what happened?”

“I met her this morning when she knocked on my door a bully had thrown her bag over my fence, we spoke a little before she left for school”

“A bully? Y/n’s being bullied?”

“So she says Sir”

“Howard, you know this Stan. Anyway carry on”

“Well I was driving home when she ran out into the road clutching…covering her chest. Her top half was naked. I got out and put my coat around her and brought her home”

“D-Did she say anything?”

“No, she just cried”

“Thank you for bringing her home Stan, here here’s some money” Howard pulls out a huge wad of money from the draw of his desk.

“Howard, I don’t want your money son. She’s a sweet girl who doesn’t deserve half of the shit she’s gone through”

“Yo-you know?”

“Well…yes. She was in the newspapers. Just make sure she’s okay for me, I’ll see myself out goodbye Howard”

“Y/n, angel please talk to us” Howard pleads as he sits next to Maria on Y/ns bed.

“I-it doesn’t matter”

“Of course it does sweetie, we need to deal with this” Maria speaks softly.

“I’m a freak! My back is disgusting. I-I should of died when my real dad tried to kill me”

Taken back by her confession Maria clutches her chest with shaky hands, Howard stutters trying to find the right words.

“A-Angel you don’t mean that”

“I do. I’m tired of being bullied, I’ve tried dad to make friends I have I swear but nobody wants to be friends with a freak. I don’t get why they call me names or steal my lunch or push me into things. I hate going to school. I hate Sam. I hate Steve. An-and I hate James. I hate my life, I wish I was dead” a shuddering breath leaves her lips as her whole body trembles.

She didn’t mean to tell them about the bullying or about how she hated her friends because even though they didn’t talk to her or stick up for her she didn’t hate them, they were her only friends.

She definitely didn’t mean to tell them how she wished she was dead.

“Y/n Stark you take that back!” Maria scolds.

“No! And let’s be honest mom the only reason you two adopted me was out of pity and because George probably asked you too just so James could keep me around” her voice raised and shook, mentally scolding herself for saying that because now she had to sit there and watch as the tears gathered in her mommas eyes.

“Is-is that what you really think?”

“It wasn’t pity that we felt when we adopted you Y/n, it was because I genuinely believed that you had a very special place in our family and I still believe that even after all these years. George never asked us to take you in.” Howard speaks.

“I-I-oh momma I’m so sorry! Dada I swear I didn’t mean it” she cries her eyes bouncing from one parent to the next.

“Angel, it’s okay. Oh sweetheart come here” Howard opens his arms waiting for his daughter to climb into them, rubbing his hand up and down her back not flinching or feeling disgusted when he feels the scars under her shirt.

“I’m sorry” she repeats over and over.

“Sweetheart we love you and just because you’re not biologically ours doesn’t make a difference, you are our daughter through and through” Maria says softly wiping the tears that fall onto her cheeks.

“I-I don’t want to go to school anymore momma please don’t make me go back”

“We’ll talk about it later okay? Get some sleep and we’ll talk about everything” Maria promises watching as she nods and climbs back into bed. 

A few hours later after Maria had managed to calm down Howard who was quite literally on a war path there was a knock on the door, Maria walked over to the door opening it she saw Sam and Steve standing there with sheepish looks on their faces.

“What are you two doing here?”

“W-we want to see Y/n, is-is she okay?”

“She is now. Where is James?”

“With Dot…”

“Charming. I don’t think Y/n will want to see you tonight, please leave”

“Miss Maria we’re really sorry, please tell Y/n that.”

“I will do. Goodbye boys”

Watching as the boys walk away with their tails in between their legs she shakes her head, she hates turning them away but when it comes to her daughter she’ll do everything to protect her, even if it’s from her friends.

The next day Y/n woke with a pounding headache, the memories of what she had said to her parents made her stomach hurt. She hated herself for making her mom cry, seeing the hurt flash in her parents eyes made her want to burst out crying.

She never wanted her parents to find out that she was being bullied afraid it made her look weak, made her look like she needed them to save her again. She wanted to be strong just like Tony, be the social butterfly just like her brother instead of being social outcast that she was. 

Y/n had tried to fit in she really did, she tried to be someone that she wasn’t. She found it hard to be around the other girls who were interested in make up, the latest fashion and boys, none of them things she cared about.

Okay maybe she was interested in boys she noticed them obviously, especially one in particular. Bucky.

But sadly that didn’t matter anymore, not now that he had a girlfriend.

Y/n preferred the simpler things that life had to offer, she never cared for all pretty dresses her mom would get her or all of the expensive things her dad would give her. She preferred getting mud all over her, climbing trees, talking to the animals she encountered. Her hair was always messy and nine out of ten times her hair would have leaves tangled in it. Her clothes would have grass stains on them from where she would either roll around in the grass or from where she would kneel down getting closer to the insects she came upon.

She never truly understood why the other kids called her a freak, maybe she was but that didn’t matter right? She had a heart and feelings and she was just the same as everyone else.

“Angel, James is here to see you” Howard knocks on her bedroom door pulling her out of her trance.

Might as well as get this over and done with.

“Let him in dad”

“I’m just downstairs if you need me angel”

“Okay”

She sits up so she’s leaning against the headboard, twisting her ring that her dad had gotten her when she had gotten an A on a test. She watches as the door handle goes down a little bit and the door comes open revealing her Ducky.

“Hi Bun-Y/n” he says shyly as he shuffles in to the room, his eyes roaming everywhere other than on her.

“Hi”

“H-how are you feeling?”

“You’re joking right?” She scoffs.

“I-I’m sorry about yesterday, I should of done something to stop Brock”

“But you didn’t and I was humiliated in front of the whole entire school.”

“I know. Y-you didn’t come to mine last night and when I found out that Sam and Steve was turned away by your mom I kind of gotten worried”

“You expected me to show up after none of you said anything to stop Brock? After you didn’t wait for me at lunch or how you and the boys went to Lloyds without me?”

Rubbing the back of his neck he shifted on the spot “well yeah, we’re friends Bu-Y/n”

“You can’t even say the name you gave me when you was seven. Why is that?”

“Dot doesn’t like it”

“Dot being your girlfriend?”

“Yeah…”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had one?”

“Be-because I didn’t want you to get jealous”

“You thought I would get jealous?”

“Well yeah, you are aren’t you?”

“Give me a second, just wait there” she says as she stands up on shaky legs, moving around him she heads downstairs to the living room where her parents sat “momma, dada can I please swear? I won’t do it again I promise”

“Of course princess” Howard grins before Maria could say anything.

She runs back upstairs and walks around Bucky who still stands there. “Are you fucking out of your mind? You honestly thought I was jealous? I would have been happy for you!”

“Did you just ask your parents if you could swear?” Bucky grins finding it amusing.

“Don’t grin at me Ducky, I swear to God I will hit you!”

“You can’t call me that anymore Y/n, Dot hates it especially after you called it me yesterday”

“Fuck Dot! I’ve been your friend since I was six years old Ducky! You want me to be different with you now that you have a girlfriend?”

“Bunny-shit Y/n. Please just stop calling me it okay it’s embarrassing, we’re to old now to keep calling each other them silly nicknames”

“I-we-what? Duc-“

“Y/n.”

“Fine. James are you really going to be choosing her someone you’ve been dating for all of five minutes over me? Someone you’ve know for years?”

“Yes.”

“W-what?”

“I’m choosing her over you.”

“A-are we no longer friends?”

“Will you grow up and stop acting like a freak?” He says instantly slamming his mouth shut, regret seeping into his veins when he sees her the pain flash across her eyes.

“What did you just call me?”

“I-I didn’t mean it-“

“What did you just call me James”

“Bun-“

“I’m not going to fucking ask again James!”

“A freak” he gulps.

“Fuck you. Get the fuck out of my house and out of my fucking life!”

“Bun-“

“You’re not allowed to call me that anymore, remember? Your bitch of a girlfriend won’t like it oh and we’re not fucking friends anymore! Now leave!”

“Don’t call Dot a-“

“She’s a bitch. A big fat stinking bitch! And guess what James, so are you.”

“Brock’s right, you are a freak. A freak with no friends. And guess what Y/n, I never wanted to be your friend I just felt sorry for you. Your father beat you and killed your mother so of course I felt sorry for you, did you really think I wanted to be friends with you? News flash I didn’t!” He shouts, once he calmed down from his outburst he struggles to breathe “Y/n I’m-I’m sor-“

“I hate you. If you don’t leave right now I’ll get my dad up here, I’m not joking James. Get out I hate you so much I can’t believe I actually thought I loved you. Now fuck off.”

“I-I’m sorry”

“Shove your sorry up your arse and fuck right off bye bye”

She turns her back on him and waiting until she heard him leave, she had always thought that he became her friend because he felt sorry for her but she didn’t want to believe it, now she knew the truth she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Hearing the front door shut she burst out crying, she fell to her knees clutching her chest. She felt her heart had been ripped out of her chest and stomped on a million times.

“Oh my sweet baby, it’s okay I’ve got you” Maria hold her daughter as she breaks down.

“M-Momma it hurts”

“I know it does sweetheart. Let it all out baby”

“I-I don’t want to be here anymore momma”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to go to a private school like you and dada said befo-before I went to school with them”

Maria looks over at Howard who stands at the doorway with his jaw clenched so tightly that Maria thought he was going to shatter his teeth.

“Are you sure angel?”

“Yes I’m sure dada, please I won’t ask for anything else ever again!”

“I’ll set it up angel”

Bucky had no idea that when he woke up that morning that he was going to lose his best friend but he only had himself to blame.

He had lost the most important person in his life all because he fucked up.

He had said the most vilest things to her which was not in any way true.

He had lost his Bunny.

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Pretty Little Thing Part 7

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), 

Here is part 7. You told Bucky to fuck you like he owns you. This is pure filth. Pure and utter filth, can’t have it any other way when your abusive husband wants to spy on you. Bucky and you give your shitty husband a show oop- Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT (spanking, spitting, daddy kink, little voyeurism) , ANGST, forced abusive marriage, cheating, swearing, FLUFF 

Word count: 4.4k

Part 6 here

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his hands firmly  grabbing your hips, throwing you over his shoulder wasting no time carrying you to his bedroom. Your words went straight to his cock. He only had one goal in mind now; to fuck his pretty little angel into oblivion. Steve remained rooted in place, eyes wide, momentarily pinching himself to be sure he wasn’t experiencing sleep paralysis with Bucky’s demon ass. He popped in his air pods turning the volume all the up before digging further in Rumlow’s stalking.

Bucky shoved the door open, throwing you onto his bed, smirking at the way you bounced off the mattress. You crawled back onto the bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt, your knees pressed together waiting obediently for him to ruin you.

“Tell me what you want baby” Bucky stalked towards you, taking his time to remove his shirt, loving the way you shyly gazed at his body, nervously biting your thumb.

“Want you James” You peeked at him through your lashes as he crawled towards you, his thick arms and muscular body trapping you underneath him.

“New rule. You don’t need clothes when you’re in my room baby” He ran his tongue up your neck, nipping at your earlobe, his voice dark with lust. His hands gripped the neckline, easily tearing the shirt down the middle, tossing it aside. You whimpered as he towered over you, his hands tugging at your nipples making you moan and squeeze your thighs together for some relief. Bucky noticed, moving his hands to your knees, spreading them apart, groaning at the way your folds glistened, your pussy already soaked before he even touched you.

“Why are you so wet baby, who is all this for” Bucky ran his fingers through your slick, coating his fingers before sucking them, moaning at your taste. “So sweet baby, you taste so fucking sweet”

“All for you baby, so wet for you, please James” Your needy voice made his cock jump, your innocent face and pouty lips only made him want to ruin you more. He moved to lay down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs to keep them apart, his mouth ghosting above where you needed him most. He nipped at the soft flesh on your inner thighs making you cry out, softly kissing the area after.

“Please what baby, tell me what you want” He sucked and kissed your thighs closer and closer to where you need him, purposely avoiding the area, waiting for you to beg.

“I-I want...I want…please baby” Your face heated up as he continued to tease you, his tongue tracing along your folds, smirking as you squirmed under his hold.

“Use your words babygirl, tell me what you want me to do” His voice was more commanding now, his grip on your thighs firm, holding you still.

“Eat me out James, please!”

Bucky had a wolfish grin, diving straight into your dripping pussy, lapping and drinking every bit of your arousal as you cried out for him. Your hands gripped the sheets as his licked a long stripe from your core to your clit, moving back to dip his tongue into your needy entrance, his nose brushing your clit as he buried his tongue as far as it would go. He could feel your walls flutter, brining you close to your climax.

“Don’t stop James, don’t stop don’t stop” Your high pitched needy whines made his cock throb, aching to be inside you. Bucky flicked his tongue directly onto your clit, loving the way your body jolted as he rutted against the mattress.

“So sensitive baby, tell me, has anyone one else ever gotten to taste this sweet pussy before”

You shook your head, your lips caught between your teeth silencing the screams that wanted to escape every time his tongue glided over your clit. “No, no one else but you” You whined out, feeling his lips press soft kisses onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, aching for some friction. Bucky growled, wanting to wreck you with his mouth knowing no one else had ever gotten to touch you this way.

“My perfect angel, be a good girl and stay still okay?” His dark eyes bore into you as he latched his lips onto your clit, sucking your sensitive nub while swirling his tongue around. He groaned feeling your walls gush, covering his chin in your arousal.

“Oh God baby” You cried out in pleasure, your back arching off the bed, feeling a harsh slap to the side of your thigh forcing you back down.

“Stay still or I won’t let you cum. You want to cum baby?” You nodded, whimpering, trying to stay still, desperately gripping onto the pillows as Bucky resumed his assault on your clit, your orgasm approaching hard and fast. Bucky pushed a finger into your desperate core, pumping his fingers in and out, quickly adding a second when he felt your walls grip him tighter.

“Can feel you squeezing my fingers babydoll, you gonna cum like a good girl when I tell you?”

You looked at Bucky with glassy eyes, hardly able to nod, your entire body felt like it was on fire with the way he was suckling your clit and fingering you. His tongue swirled perfectly with his fingers, curling at that exact spot. You struggled to hold off, waiting for him to give you permission to cum.

“James please, I’m gonna cum I can’t hold it baby” Your head was thrown back onto the pillows, your hand grabbing onto his hair, tugging him impossibly closer to your soaked needy pussy. “Please baby, please” Bucky groaned at the gentle burn he felt every time you tugged his hair. The vibrations from his voice made it impossible for you to hold off any longer.  

“Aww, my baby wants to cum? Did you want to cum baby?” Bucky looked at you sympathetically, while pumping his fingers at an impossibly fast rate causing you to scream out. You felt a pressure in your core you never felt before, your walls gripping onto his fingers, convulsing and dripping. “Tell me y/n, did you want to cum?”

“Yes baby, please, please, please let me cum, want to cum” You struggled not to thrash against the bed, your clit throbbing as his tongue flicked over it.

“Cum for me baby, cum now”

“OH FUCK JAMES JAMES JAMES” Tears spilled down your cheeks as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you like never before. Your entire body went rigid, arousal gushing out of you, soaking his hand. Buckys fingers didn’t let up, continuing to curl and pump into you, groaning as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

“Fuuuck that’s it baby, squirt all over my fingers angel, make a mess on my bed baby” Your eyes rolled back feeling your core clench and flutter again. Your moans were pornographic, feeling a second wave of pleasure washing over you, throwing your into a second unexpected climax.

“I-I-I c-u-cumming a-again baby oh god-

Your body went limp on the bed, your skin flushed, glistening under a thin sheen of sweat. Bucky slowly removed his fingers, moaning as he licked them clean. He gently ran his tongue all over your sensitive folds, kissing your sensitive clit as you came down from your high. You sat up, your hands reaching for Bucky’s face, pulling him for a desperate kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, moaning when he felt your hands palm at his aching cock, tugging down at his pants, needing to taste him. He cupped your face, looking at you softly loving how fucked out you already looked before he even started.

“You want my cock doll?” he cooed, his thumbs caressing your cheeks “Tell me what you want baby” He moved on top of you, his thick clothed length right in front of your face, nudging your lips.

“Want to taste you baby, fuck my mouth James” You kissed his hard cock, palming him as he threw his head back, groaning. He stood up, tugging his pants down, his cock slapping your face as it sprang out. You took his cock, rubbing it along your lips, loving the way it glided on you, already dripping with his arousal. Bucky gathered your hair in his hand, moaning at the way precum glistened off your lips. You looked at him with wide eyes, licking your lips clean, moaning at the way he tasted.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you baby?” You nodded, stroking his cock, playing with his balls in the other hand. The grip on your hair tightened as you teased the tip of his uncut cock with your tongue, licking up the beads of arousal that poured out.  “Show me baby; suck my cock like a good little slut”

Bucky laid back on the pillows, his legs spread as you kneeled between them, keeping your eyes on him. You took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his thick length, moaning as he started to move your head up and down making you take him deeper. “You can take more, can’t you baby?”  

Yours hands gripped onto his thighs as he thrusted into your mouth making you gag on his cock. Your eyes watered as his tip hit the back of your throat, precum and spit soaking his balls. You took a breath through your nose, taking his entire length down your throat, catching him off guard. Bucky groaned, his head thrown back as you bobbed your head up and down with his cock down your tight throat.

“Oh fuckkk y/n, just like that baby, just like that, take my cock in your mouth” He held your face in place as he continued to grind his hips into your mouth, his cock leaking each time you choked on him. You pulled of his cock for air, tears streaming down your cheeks, drool covering your lips, moving down to take his balls in your mouth as you tugged his length.

“Fuck yess baby, suck my balls babydoll, get them nice and wet, such a perfect little whore for me” He gripped your hair, brining your face closer as you lapped and sucked him, rolling his balls in your mouth, continuing to stroke his cock.

“You taste soo good babyy” You moaned, running your tongue up the prominent vein that ran along his cock, wrapping your lips around the sensitive head again. Every groan that left his lips caused your stomach to clench, your pussy aching to be stretched and filled by him. Your hands trailed down to play with your clit, dipping a finger into yourself, whimpering as you fucked yourself while sucking him.

“My desperate little cockslut, why are you touching yourself baby” Bucky pulled you off his cock, holding you on top of him, running his tongue along your lips, soaked with his precum and your spit.

“Need you, want your cock in me” You whined, moaning when Bucky nipped your lips, running his hands down your back, spanking your ass.

“Good girls don’t touch themselves baby” Bucky cooed, shaking his head, the coolness of his metal hand easing the sting slightly before you spanked you again, making you cry out. “You want my cock to stretch you out?” 

You nodded, sitting up on his dripping length, rutting yourself on him, moaning as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock. 

“Look at you, rubbing yourself on me, why are you so slutty baby?” You moaned, grinding yourself harder as he stroked your thighs, soothing your skin before slapping your ass again.

“Only slutty for you daddy” You whined for him, not noticing what you called him, your eyes squeezed shut as you rocked your hips on him. Bucky stilled, the bruising grip he had on your thighs was going to leave marks as he squeezed the soft flesh.

“What did you call me?” He snarled his voice deep, eyes dark with nothing but lust.

You froze, eyes wide, not realizing you let it slip out. You bit your lip nervously, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“I….I didn’t…”

“Say it” Bucky spanked you, squeezing your ass in his hands as you cried out, tears prickling your eyes from the sting. “Say it again baby”

“Daddy!” Your needy voice made his cock twitch as he rubbed the sensitive skin, your arousal soaking his length.

“That’s right baby, I’m your fucking daddy” Bucky smirked, wiping away a tear that streamed down your cheek. “Poor baby, you need my cock, don’t you?”

You nodded, rubbing yourself on him, “Want to fuck you, need daddy’s cock to stretch me”

Bucky could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven in that moment, watching you desperately rut and grind against him, begging for his cock, he felt his balls grow heavy with cum each time you whimpered.

“Come here baby, take what you need” He settled against the pillows, a devilish grin on his lips as you straddled his thick muscular thighs positioning yourself above his dripping cock, pumping it a few times before lining yourself up with him.

“Go on baby, ride daddy’s cock” Bucky’s arms were folded under his head, biting his lip as he watched you struggle to sink down on him, your nails digging into his chest leaving little crescent indents.

“You’re so fucking big daddy” You whined, your head thrown back as you started slowly inching down on him until you bottomed out. You never felt this full before in your life, his cock filling you up more than you thought was physically possible. You barely moved, feeling the sting slowly melt into pleasure making your walls squeeze his cock.

You started the slowly bounce on his cock, the tip kissing your cervix each time you came down. Your lips were parted; brows knitted together as you started to move faster, making a creamy mess all over his cock. Bucky groaned, watching the way your pussy swallowed him, your arousal squirting out of you each time your hips came down.

“O-oh f-fuck, hurts so good baby, why is your cock so big daddy” You felt your thighs burn as you continued to move, your climax steadily building in your belly. You felt your walls struggle clench and squeeze around his thick length.

Bucky watched the way your breasts bounced in front of his face; moving up slightly to pull your stuff peak into his mouth. You moaned, gushing around him as he continued to suck and swirls his tongue around your taut nipple. His hand moved to rub slowly circles on your sensitive clit, loving the way you mewled when he sped up his movements.

Your movements began to stutter as you felt your climax build up, gripping on his shoulders, struggling to stay up. Your arms gave way as you fell against him; moaning into the crook of his neck as you felt the band tighten, ready to snap.

Bucky stroked your hair, rubbing your back as you panted against him, your legs trembling from exhaustion.

“Aww my cockdrunk baby, is daddy’s fat cock too much for you to handle?”

You whimpered, nodding as your body went limp, clinging onto him. Bucky smirked, planting his feet and wrapping his arms around you, fucking up into you as you cried on, biting down onto his shoulder to keep from screaming.

“You want to cum on daddy’s cock baby? Cum on my cock baby, fuck- make a nice creamy mess on me”

“I’m cumming daddy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Your pussy rapidly clenched around him, the band snapping, your vision going white, blood coursing through your ears, all your senses heightened.

“You like that huh baby? You like daddy’s cock? Fuck squeezing me so tight angel, pussy was made for me”

Bucky could feel his cock throb, desperate to fill you with loads of his cum, struggling to hold off as you moaned, squeezing him. He pulled you off his cock, pushing you down onto the bed with your ass up and face pushed down. His hand pressed onto your back making you arch more, getting the perfect full view of your swollen abused pussy. A mixture of your arousal and his precum dripped out of you as Bucky smeared his swollen head through your folds, smirking as you whimpered from sensitivity. He gripped his cock, nudging against your entrance.

“Think you can give me one more baby?”

“S’sensitive daddy, c-can’t” You whined, your voice muffled, buried in the mattress.

“Can’t princess? You sure baby?” Bucky pushed the tip of his cock in, moaning at the new angle letting him fuck you even deeper than before. He grabbed your hips, slamming into you in one swift motion.

“AH FUCK DADDY” You cried out, you could feel his cock all the way you your stomach, hitting your g spot, black spots already clouding your vision as you felt your third orgasm starting to build. “Pleasee fuckk me daddyy”

Having you bent over in front of him, begging for his cock, made his cock throb, a steady dribble of his arousal pouring into you. His pace picked up as he remembered your words from earlier. “Fuck me like you own me”, possessiveness clouding his mind and he started to ram his cock into you at an indescribable pace.

“Tell me you fucking slut, does your husband fuck you like this?” His balls slapped against you, heavy with cum, ready to fill you any second. “Did he ever get to touch you like this?”

“N-no, only you baby, only you” You slurred out, cockdrunk over the way his fingers dug into your skin, his hips snapping and bruising your ass.

“Who owns you baby, who do you belong to?!” Bucky’s mind continued to fog between pleasure and possession, leave your pussy gaping and stretched out, he had to ruin you for anyone else,. His breaths grew heavy as his balls started to tighten, his spine tingling and he felt warmth begin to spread through is body.

“I’m yours daddy, all yours” Your voice was raspy from screaming, eyes rolling back as his balls slapped against your clit, the band ready to snap again.

“Show your husband how good girls cum baby, my slutty little fucktoy, you ever gonna let him touch you? Fuck you the way I do? Make you scream like this?!” “O-o-nly you James, f-f-uck only you, he’s never touched me!” You screamed out as the band snapped, sending you into a spiral, your body slack as you  squeezed and milked his cock. You gripped onto the sheets, tearing them as he continued to pound into you chasing his release.

“And he never fucking will, this pussy is fucking MINE” Bucky roared, his thrusts stilling as he gripped your hips, slamming his cock as deep as it would go shooting endless loads of hot cum into you. His body gave way, collapsing on top of you, gently rutting inside you, loving the way his sensitive cock continued to pour into you. He moved your now damp hair out of your face pressing sloppy kisses onto your temple, whispering sweet nothings as he came down from his climax.

“So full of my cum angel, you make me cum so hard for you baby” He laced his hands on top of yours, breathing in the scent of your hair, his cock slowly softening. Bucky hissed, pulling pulled his cock out, stroking your head as you whimpered from the soreness that began to set in.

“Come here babygirl” Bucky pull you up, setting you against the pillows, kissing your forehead, trailing kisses down your body. He laid on his stomach, spreading your legs apart; groaning at the way his cum dripped out of you. “Let me clean you up angel”

He licked up your mixed arousal, humming at the taste and the way you whined each time he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. His tongue swirled on the swollen nub causing you to cry out, pushing him away from overstimulation. He slapped the side of your thigh, draping his arm across your hips to keep you in place.

“Stay still princess, this pussy’s mine” He ran his tongue gently through your core, making sure to lick up every bit of his and your cum that soaked your puffy folds. He came up, his lips glistening with cum.

“Open up baby girl” Buckys fingers pressed into your cheeks, forcing you to open wide as he spit in your mouth.

You moaned at the taste, brining him down for a heated kiss, your tongue tangled with his as you relished the way his cum tasted mixed with yours. “You taste good daddy”

“My sweet angel, you did so good for me baby” Bucky pressed a soft kiss onto your forehead as you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. Your legs tangled with his as you snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent. Your leg hitched around him, needing him closer, waves of sleep washing over you. Bucky let his hand trace over your body, stopping when you let out a pained whimper when he touched your ass. His heart dropped as you clutched onto him, your skin still stinging from earlier.

“Baby did I hurt you?”

“No, just sore” You smiled softly but he saw you wince as you shifted, his heart racing. Bucky slipped into the bathroom, returning quickly with a cool washcloth and some lotion.

“Here baby, is this okay?” Bucky laid the cool towel onto your sensitive skin, stroking your back as you laid on your stomach, sighing happily into the pillows.

“Feels good baby, thank you” You giggled at Bucky’s pouty face, his sad puppy dog eyes glancing up at you. He removed the cloth, peppering light kisses onto your skin before gently massaging a cool lotion onto the area. “This will help with some of the swelling, I’m sorry princess”

“Come here baby” You grabbed onto him, pulling him onto of you. You caressed his scruffy cheek, softly kissing him all over his face, suddenly biting his bottom lip that jutted out.

“Ow!” Bucky yelped as you held his lip between your teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh.

“Now we’re even” You grinned, playfully nipping his lips again, gasping as he suddenly rolled on top of you, pinning your hands above your head.

“Hmm, careful babygirl…might not be so gentle with you again” His eyes turned dark as he brushed his lips against yours. You spread your legs for him, biting his lip making him groan, his cock already stirring.

“Show me daddy”

It was going to be very a long night.

Rumlow’s office

Rumlow sat at his desk, his finger tracing over the scars you left him with as he twirled an ice cube in his glass, staring at the wedding portrait of you and him. It wasn’t difficult getting the cameras and sound set up; a few gentle threats to dispose of someone’s family was a convincing way to get what he needed.

He was seething the first say he saw you in Bucky’s room, no wedding ring on your finger, your nose tucked in a book, curled under the sheets, cuddled up beside him. Stupid cheating little bitch. Of course, you were disgustingly innocent, every time he had Walker or Loki check the footage of what you were up to, you were either sleeping or reading. He laughed to himself, thinking about how badly Bucky must have wanted to fuck you, only to be given the same cold shoulder he had to endure for months. A knock at his door broke him out of his thoughts, with a dishevelled looking Walker peeking inside.

“What do you want?” Rumlow barked, planning his next move, skimming through the files he had laid on his desk.

“Its about Barnes…uh- your wife…” Walker swallowed thickly; sweat beading at his forehead as he clutched a laptop to his chest.

“Hmm. Barnes and my wife. That dumb bitch wouldn’t know what to do with a cock if it slapped her in the face”

Walker nearly snorted, having watched Bucky’s cock hit your face, opening you mouth to gag and choke on his cock, sucking and bouncing on it like a porn star.

“Uh boss…you might want to see this…” His face was flushed red as he shifted at the door, desperately trying to hide his boner.

“What, does he have blue balls now? What is it?!” Rumlow snorted, his face slightly dropping as he saw Walker holding the laptop that streamed the footage from Bucky’s room. Rumlow glared at him, noticing the very obvious tent in John’s pants, his poor job at hiding it only made it worse.

“I swear to god motherfucker if you come an inch closer to me with that shit-

Before he could finish, Walker opened the laptop, pressing play, your pornographic screams filling the room. Rumlow felt his blood run cold as he watched you spread out on Bucky’s bed, moaning and crying out for him. His veins filled with rage as he forwarded the footage, unable to stop, watching you spread your legs for Bucky, shamelessly grinding on his cock, licking his cock, sucking his balls, letting him bend you over taking you from behind, letting him cum balls deep in you. He felt white hot anger as you lazily smiled at Bucky, letting him spit in your mouth, wrapping your naked body around his.  

“THIS FUCKING LITTLE DIRTY SLUT” Rumlow grabbed his gun, shooting the laptop screen, silencing your moans, next sending two bullets to your wedding picture, aiming perfectly between your eyebrows. “THAT STUPID SLUTTY LITTLE WHORE” He replayed Bucky’s words in his head repeatedly “Does your husband fuck you like this?”  his chest heaving with rage.

“Boss, what should we- Walker dodged the crystal glass chucked at his head, letting it smash on the wall.

“YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THAT FUCKING SHIT OUT OF MY FACE”

Walker couldn’t tell if he was referring to the now broken laptop or his still obvious boner, immediately retreating from the office, not waiting to find out.

Rumlow paced around the room knowing it’d be difficult for him to attack you or Bucky directly, but he didn’t need to do that yet. He grabbed the files on his desk, calling Loki to take care of business. He skimmed through the files, his unhinged grin growing on his face.

Winifred Barnes, Rebecca Barnes, Sarah Wilson, Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Marisa Tomei.

“Enjoy his cock wile you can y/n”

Part 8

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Taglist: @glxwingrxse @hungryyeyes @sebsgirl71479​ 

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Never Again Pt. 2

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

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Well let’s see…swearing, stalking, violent, smut (18+ please or I’m telling on you) , fingering, oral (M&F receiving), protected sex, mentions of past domestic abuse

Word Count: 4.3k-ish

Summary: Continued from part one. Read it HERE Your ex has tracked you down, you hear Brock’s voice in your head when he comes at you and you use your training against him.

A/N: I didn’t expect this to turn into a little series but as my lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass told me just a little while ago, you gotta strike when the inspiration does, which is fitting because this stemmed from her ask in the first place, so thank you my love ♥️

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. 💕💕 💕

When you heard his voice again, it brought you back to the first time he put his hands on you. The accusatory tone as he asked you where you had been all night, he was insecure and always thought you were cheating on him when, in fact, he was the one that would cheat on you every chance he had.

Danny exuded classic narcissistic behavior. He would be critical of people, look down on them, and believed he was superior to others. You seemed to have a gift for finding and falling for the biggest assholes on the planet because they were all the same.

They were handsome, charming, and sweet at first but even though they all looked different on the outside, their insides were all the same…ugly.

Seizing your upper arms, his fingers pressed firmly against your skin and the more you struggled, the more intense the pain was.

“I asked you, where have you been?!” He had asked with a raised voice.

“I told you, I went to the movies with a couple of friends. Let go of me!” You told him.

That exchange should have been enough for you to pick up and leave but it wasn’t. After the arguments, he would apologize or bring home flowers. You felt like you were living in one of those shitty Lifetime movies, just repeating the cycle over and over again.

Until you didn’t want to anymore.

Because he had money, he had the means to hire private investigators to track you down. It was never about the cat, it was always about the fact that you left and embarrassed him which he couldn’t have. But this strange cat and mouse game he was playing with you was slowly killing you.

As you walked the busy streets of Washington, D.C., it was hard to not look over your shoulder, wondering if someone was following you or if he was waiting for you around the corner. And it took some time but he found you again, just when you were starting to feel somewhat comfortable in a new place.

His words and the tone of his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you.

“Miss me?” He had said.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared because you were but suddenly you became hyper aware of your surroundings, looking at anything that could possibly get in your way, trip you up, or be thrown at you. Remembering the lessons that Brock taught you about always being on alert.

There was a packed bag next to the door in case you had to make another escape. It really was like a game for him, just something for him and his trust fund to do. “Where will she go next?!! Well let’s go find out!” But you were tired of running, you liked it here, you had a good job and you finally had…a friend.

Sure, Brock was cranky, angry, and a bit of a smartass but at least he never hit you…well, unless you were sparring or he was teaching you something new.

His teachings were playing in fast forward and on repeat in your mind. There weren’t any weapons Danny could use, not even a steak knife and he didn’t know your apartment like you did.

“I don’t know why you keep running, y/n. You know I always find you.” He said while sitting on your couch across the room.

“It’s easy when you have unlimited resources and an endless supply of money, Danny!” You replied, staying close to the door.

“Where’s Peanut?” He asked. “I couldn’t find him anywhere.”

Your voice cracked. “He’s somewhere you’ll never find him.”

The cat carrier was by the door also and it took some time but you were able to train Peanut to come when called which has enabled you to escape with some of your belongings and the cat each time.

Up until this point, he was just toying with you. He wanted you to escape so he could find you again but you sensed that this time was different, that he didn’t want to let you go, and he wasn’t letting you out of your apartment unless you were with him…or something else.

“Well come in here, baby. Lemme get a better look at you. Been workin’ out, I see. You’re lookin’ good. What have you been doin’?” He asked.

“Spinning.” You replied, curtly.

He shook his head, slowly and tapped his tongue against his teeth. “Tsk, tsk…sweetheart. What did I tell you before about lyin’ to me?” He asked. “The P.I. I hired told me you’ve been taking boxing lessons from an angry lookin’ goon every day.”

“Yeah, just boxing lessons.” You thought to yourself. He didn’t know the half of it because Brock always made sure you were alone in the boxing ring area until your lessons were up. No one else was allowed in so that included Danny’s private investigator.

Placing his hands on his knees, he pushed himself off of the couch to a standing position and your heart lurched into your throat. The look he had in his eyes was ice cold as he started to walk over to you which caused your reflexes to jump.

Brock’s voice echoing in your head. “Hands up, always be ready y/n. He WILL try and catch you off guard but you’re not gonna let that happen, are ya?!”

His lessons were still so clear in your mind, telling you that he’ll tire if he keeps swinging and missing so just keep dodging those punches. That was how you tired Brock out, he kept swinging and you kept moving.

The door to the cat carrier was open. “Psspsspss, here kitty kitty.” You said softly. The cabinet door underneath the kitchen sink opened and Peanut shot out, went right to the cat carrier and you closed the door, he had treats in there. He would be fine. You were more than sure that Danny didn’t want the cat this time.

“Well isn’t that a clever hiding spot.” Danny said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “He never liked you anyway.” You said, smugly.

It sounded like a little bit of Brock’s attitude had worn off on you.

“Don’t let him get behind you.”

Your hands were up and ready in case he tried anything but you wanted to show him what would happen if he tried to hurt you so you struck him on his left cheek, then on his right. Backing away from the door, you inched closer to the kitchen.

“You’re not gonna hurt me anymore, Danny. Leave, now!” You yelled.

“Loose knees, elbows tucked in, show me that combo I taught you. 1-2-hook-2, that’s it.” There was Brock’s voice again.

His nose was bleeding now and he had a surprised look on his face like he couldn’t believe what you just did to him which just made him even angrier.

With his arms outstretched, he lunged for you but you quickly moved out of the way, so he missed and hit his head on the cabinet.

Dizzy and trying to catch his balance, Danny staggered toward you and in a moment of clarity, managed to grab you by the throat and pin you against the wall, an all too familiar position but you knew how to free yourself.

Extending your arm straight up and turning to the right, your elbow came down on his wrist, allowing you to elbow him hard in the face and move past him.

He attempted to chase after you but you managed to open the freezer door and he slammed head first into it, knocking him flat on his back.

He was out cold, not moving but you didn’t want to stick around long enough for him to wake up. Grabbing your keys, bags and Peanut, you left the apartment and called the only person you could.

**********

He answered on the first ring.

“You miss me already, doll?” He asked.

You quickly looked over your shoulder, no one was there. Breathing heavily, you replied. “N-not exactly.”

“Ouch!” He exclaimed.

“H-he was waiting for me at my place after y-you brought me h-home.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

You had no idea where you were walking or where you were. You turned down a couple of side streets to make sure he couldn’t follow you when he woke up, you knew you didn’t kill him.

“Where are you?!! Tell me now!” He shouted into the phone.

With your head on a swivel, you looked around to see if you could identify anything familiar but you couldn’t. “I-I don’t know! I’ll share my location. You can find me that way, right?”

“Do it now! I’ll be right there.”

You told Brock what happened after he picked you up.

“Are you hurt?” He asked with just a hint of concern in his voice.

You violently shook your head. “No…I’m fine. Well as fine as I could be, I guess.”

He brought you back to his place and got you settled on the couch before telling you he was leaving again.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

He attached a knife to his belt. “I’m going to check to see if he’s still there. I’ll be fine. Do not move from that seat and do NOT let that cat out!”

“But Brock, he’s been in there for—“ You started to say.

“Do not let that thing out until I get back.” He growled.

You tossed your hands in the air. “Ok, ok cranky pants. Jeez Louise.”

You could tell he felt a little bad for raising his voice given your previous relationship so he stopped and sat down next to you.

Gently brushing the stray hair away from your eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m happy you’re not hurt, I’m just angry that asshole found you again.”

“I knew he would, it was just a matter of time.” You said, gingerly brushing his stubble with your thumb. “Thank you for picking me up…and for teaching me how to protect myself. I’m not sure I would have made it out of there this time if it hadn’t been for your lessons. I can’t help but see the look in his eyes when he…” The hitch in your voice caused you to trail off, you wanted to speak but your words were caught in your throat and tears welled up in your eyes.

He pinched your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilted it up toward his face so he was looking into your eyes and he softly pressed his lips to yours.

But just as fast as he kissed you, he pulled away to leave so he could check to see if Danny was still at your apartment.

“You know how to use one of these?” He asked handing over a 9 mm.

Releasing the clip to check it and slamming it back into place, you replied, “It’s been awhile but I remember.”

You weren’t sure you’ve ever seen Brock speechless before, his jaw was on the floor. “I have never been more turned on.”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“I’ll be back, remember…stay put and don’t let the cat out, I mean it.”

“Yeah, yeah I heard you the first time, Rumlow.” You replied.

He closed and locked the door.

You looked at Peanut through the door of the cat carrier and said, “Sorry, buddy. Brock said you have to stay in there until he gets back.”

Waiting for Brock to come back felt like hours but it really hadn’t been all that long before you heard keys in the door. He walked in carrying cat food, litter and a litter box.

Your heart swelled and the image of Brock standing in line at the store, holding all of that stuff made you giggle a little.

“You bought all of that stuff for Peanut?” You asked.

He pressed his lips together in a straight line before replying, “Well I sure as shit didn’t buy it for me! You can let him out now, if you want.”

Brock told you about what he found when he went back to your apartment but Danny wasn’t there. He found a note that said “see you again soon, baby.” And he found blood.

“You really got him good, huh?” He asked.

The compliment made you smile. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

He brought back more of your clothes and a small jewelry box with the only jewelry you had left from as many times as you picked up and left, it contained a ring that your mother had given you. It was just a little hard to believe that this sour, angry, brute had a soft spot for you…and your cat.

“You want some tea, doll?” He asked.

“Brock Rumlow, you actually have tea here? I didn’t think you even knew what tea was!” You said with a sly smile.

“And that doesn’t leave this room, you got that?!” He said pointing a finger at you.

“Yes sir!!”

Even though you were cracking jokes, you felt very uneasy and worried that Danny was going to find you again because he always does. But you felt terrible that you brought all of this to Brock’s home and got him involved.

Your shoulders dropped and you started to fidget. Looking down at your busy fingers, you said, “I’m sorry, Brock.”

“What? Why?” He asked.

You wiped a tear that had streaked down your face. “For involving you in my problem, I shouldn’t have done that but I also feel like I’m alive because of you.”

“You’re alive because of you, y/n. I just gave you the tools to fight back with.” He said.

He gazed at you with his eyes that were the color of whiskey, the tone of his voice was raspy and sexy, and the lines around his eyes silently told you he had been through a lot in his life. That was probably why he acted the way he did.

Brock closed the gap between your bodies until you were sharing the same air and he kissed you but it was gentle and sweet, not very “Brock” like which is really what you wanted but you’d settle for this.

His rough calloused hands brushed the hair off of your shoulder and tucked it behind your ear, grazing the side of your neck, and sending a shudder up and down your back.

“You’re gonna stay here until we figure something out, alright? And I ain’t takin’ no for an answer.” His breath warmed your eyelids as he spoke.

“Ok.” You replied.

“Well I’m sure you probably wanna take a shower, towels are in the closet, and I ain’t much of a cook but you want a sandwich or somethin’ to go with your tea?” He asked, getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen.

“Sure, Brock. That sounds great.” You said.

Walking into the bathroom, you closed the door and inhaled sharply. What happened to the Brock that kissed you so hungrily earlier, tasting you like he couldn’t get enough? Something’s changed and you wanted to know why.

**********

For two weeks, the two of you lived together basically as roommates, still working out together, and you still went to work every day.

The only thing that was different was you didn’t go anywhere without him. He brought you to work every day, some days it was on the motorcycle that left some of your co-workers drooling.

“Hey, you got a little something on your chin.” You had said with a sly grin, offering them a tissue.

“He is a smoke show, how do you keep your hands to yourself?!!” One of them had asked.

With raised eyebrows and a smile, you waved them out of your cubicle. “Goodbye, Candace.”

Brock picked you up at the end of the day too. He told you it wasn’t safe for you to drive your car around so he had it put somewhere that only he knew where it was.

At night, you’d have dinner together, watch tv or a movie, and he’d kiss you goodnight. A quick gentle kiss on the lips was all you got at the end of the day and he’d go to his room and you slept on the couch.

All of this was starting to take a toll on you, some of the excess pent up energy you could get out in the boxing ring, but the rest of it…you held on to. You needed to get it out in another way.

You remembered his words from a couple weeks ago. “The next time my head is between your legs, sweetheart, it will be because you want me there, trust me.”

And you did want him there.

You wanted his lips pressed hard against yours, his strong arms pinning you against the bed while marking up your body in the places only he could see, which probably turned him on.

That’s the Brock you wanted.

The thought of him attacking your body like a wild animal and growling against your mouth made you so wet. Most nights you had to clench your thighs together sitting next to him on the couch because of how desperately you wanted him.

And finally, one night, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were barely through the door before turning to ask him, “What happened, Brock?”

His mouth narrowed to a fine line and with a confused look on his face asked, “What do ya mean? Happened with what, doll?”

Frustrated, you dropped your work bag onto the floor while the blood in your veins burned like wildfire.

“What do I mean?! I mean, you were ready to fuck me in the middle of the boxing ring two weeks ago and you haven’t touched me since!” You shouted.

Brock tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and ripped open the door to the fridge to get a beer, never taking his eyes off of you. Forcefully twisting the cap to the beer off, he threw it into the sink and took a sip.

“You think I haven’t wanted to?! Huh?!” He said with a raised voice.

“Well you have a funny way of showing it!” You said.

“You were attacked, y/n! Contrary to VERY popular belief, I’m not a fuckin’ monster! I didn’t want to take advantage of you…not that the thought didn’t cross my mind because it did.” He said sharply.

He moved across the room to stand in front of you. His eyes were wide and unfocused. The angry shape to his mouth seemed to change the entire look of his face and his gaze slipped from your eyes to your mouth.

Brock was still dressed in his work clothes, black from head to toe, and he had no idea what that look did to you. The outline of his ab muscles strained against the black t-shirt, everything about him turned you on.

“I’m not a broken little girl, Rumlow! I’m stronger now than I thought I could ever be!” You yelled but then your tone changed. “Because of you.” You said in a softer tone.

He didn’t say anything, he just captured your lips and walked you backwards until you were up against the wall, his strong arms caging you in as his mouth slanted over yours. His tongue begged for access to your mouth, swiping at your lower lip as his scruff brushed against your soft cheeks.

You gripped his head firmly as if to keep him from escaping. This is the Brock that you had wanted, the real one. You didn’t want someone to walk on eggshells when they were around you, or treat you with kid gloves because they thought they were going to break you.

You felt stronger than ever and no one was going to break you.

He suddenly seized the top of your blouse and ripped it apart, the buttons flying off in every direction, and discarding it onto the floor.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart.” He said in a low gravelly voice, his hard body pressed firmly against you and pushing you into the wall.

“Yes, yes Brock.” You whispered against his mouth.

Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, you hurriedly pulled it over his head revealing his toned body underneath. Every single muscle was tight like piano wire and it was hard to tear your eyes away from the specimen in front of you.

Dropping to your knees, you unbuttoned his pants and inched them down as well as his boxer briefs. When his cock sprang free, you quickly took him into your mouth, while he praised you for it.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours was good for somethin’ other than yelling at me, fuck that feels good.” He moaned.

Tickling the tops of his thighs, you hollowed out your cheeks as you took it all. His hips bucked as he let out a guttural moan and growled for you to get up. “Go to my bedroom…NOW!” He ordered.

Pushing you down onto the bed, he made quick work of the rest of your clothes, and ripped your panties clean off before climbing on top of you and painting kisses all over your body.

“You’re not the only one that’s good with their mouth.” He whispered.

The corners of your mouth turned up slightly as you challenged him. “Oh yeah? Then prove it to me, baby.”

He parted your folds with one finger, then a second. You were soaked. “This all for me, princess?”

You nodded.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He husked into your ear and biting down on your neck.

“Yes, it’s all for you.” You said.

He kissed your stomach, nipping at the skin just above your core, down your inner thighs and marking you as he went further down then feeling his tongue slip inside you as you arched your back off of the bed.

Brock hummed against your clit as sharp shudders of pleasure traveled through your body. The gradual intensity of your orgasm building while he tongue fucked you until your vision went white.

His name fell from your lips over and over again, and your moans became louder as you hit your peak, soaking the sheet underneath you. With a wicked grin on his face, he climbed up your body like a tree so he could look at you again.

“You are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.” He said, firmly pressing his hips in between your legs.

You felt warmth spread across your cheeks, you’ve never received a compliment like that before. It was almost a little embarrassing so you couldn’t help but cover your eyes with your hand but it made you smile.

He barely let you catch your breath before forcefully pinning your arms to the bed, kissing you hard until your lips were swollen and raw, and reaching into the nightstand for a condom.

He slipped into you with ease, going deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt and moved slow and rhythmic to stretch you out.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I met you. Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” You said, the air ripped from your throat, tearing away your voice.

“You’re doin’ real good, princess. Takin’ my whole cock like a good girl.” He barked.

Brock’s pace quickened, his movements became more urgent, and caused your walls to clench down around him.

Pulling back hard on his hair, he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again until you couldn’t see straight. His thighs and stomach went rigid, you knew he was close.

You screamed his name, gripped his ass tightly and pulled him deeper inside as he chased his own release and collapsed on top of you.

As you both tried to catch your breath, he insistently gripped your chin to turn toward his face to kiss you again. The man was absolutely feral for you.

“You can grab my ass during sex like that anytime, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re amazing.” He said, panting.

“Well you should see what I can do on top.” You said with a wink.

He smiled back. “Well we can try that later…among other things. Let’s go take a shower, doll.”

**********

After showering, you cuddled against Brock’s chest talking to each other for a while. He broke a quiet moment by saying, “I know I ain’t exactly cuddly and soft. I couldn’t bring myself to do, well, this after he came after you.”

Your expression softened as you propped yourself up on one arm, looking at him as he spoke.

“I’m grouchy, angry, I raise my voice to you and rough around the edges. I didn’t want you to think that…that I’m like him.” He said. “I would NEVER put my hands on you, well unless you want me to.” One corner of his mouth turned up into a half smile.

You sat up and straddled him, resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

“I know you’d never put your hands on me, Brock. Just because of how angry you got when you found out Danny had hit me and how determined you were to make sure I could fight him off and cause him pain. I guess that’s how I know you’d never hurt me.” You said, leaning forward to kiss him.

He rested his hands on your hips and looked up at you with his honey colored eyes. “Just don’t go around tellin’ people, alright?!”

“Ok, Ok, I won’t.” You paused. “Well, look at that…I’m on top.” You said with a sly smile.

Through the sheet, you could feel his hardening length against your leg.

He looked at you with a coy smile of his own and replied. “Yes you are, doll. Show me what you can do, baby.”

**********

You were in the middle of a dream when you felt a hand clamp down over your mouth and Brock whispering in your ear.

“It’s just me, doll. It’s just me. I need you to be quiet, do exactly as I say and keep calm for me, can you do that?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Someone’s here.”

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (16)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen

Warnings: fluff, established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, mentions of drugs/being a junkie (a side-char)

Indecent Proposal (15.2)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“We gave you the chance to handle this,” Steve angrily glares at Natasha. “For years we protected you and paid you well. All we asked for was for you to put your dog on a leash.”

“Steve, I told him to stay away from you, and the girl,” Natasha nervously rubs her tired eyes. For half of the night, she tried to convince Steve and Bucky that the nurse at your doctor’s practice has nothing to do with an investigation. “I swear, he’s out of town. Whoever that woman is, she’s not one of us.”

“Oh, we know that she’s not one of us,” Bucky huffs. “She’s a civilian he hired to spy on Y/N and us.” He grits his teeth remembering how scared you were the last time Rumlow stood in front of you. “Five hundred bucks and she was willing to tell him everything he wanted to know.”

“That’s…illegal,” Natasha shakes her head. “I told him to stay away from her, and he hires some woman to spy on your girl. Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck!” Steve growls. “She’s a junkie, Natasha!” He blonde wildly gestures with his hands. “Imagine, she had drugs with her! According to that woman, Rumlow told her to get information out of Y/N. He instructed he to use the drugs she shoots into her veins to loosen Y/N’s tongue!”

“No,” Natasha sits down to cradle her head in her hands. “How could he do this? I believed he was a good cop. You know, not someone like me who forgot about their dignity and honor a long time ago. All the things I did for money.”

“You’ve got a good life thanks to us,” Bucky huffs. “Don’t act as if we are the big bad guys in this game. Our business is not legal, but without us, chaos would consume Brooklyn, maybe even the whole of New York. We keep the normal people safe.”

“Yeah. The heroes in shiny armor and shit,” Natasha sarcastically says. “It’s just.” She sighs deeply. “If you are a dirty cop, you feel bad sometimes. Especially when you work with someone like Rumlow. And now, I find out he’s even worse than me. I’d never hurt a woman, or an unborn child to get information.”

“You know that we would never do such a thing either,” Steve snaps at Natasha. “We never asked you to hurt people, Natasha. All we asked for was to look the other way or manipulate evidence.”

“What will you do now?” She lifts her head to look at Bucky. “Am I expendable now?” Natasha quirks a brow. She made peace with the fact that she would end up dead in a dirty alley sooner than later.

“You’re not expendable, no one is,” Bucky’s features soften for a split-second. “We know that none of this is your fault, Nat. We only ask you for permission to go after Rumlow. We owe you that much.”

Steve huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. He didn’t agree with Bucky but promised to let him take the lead. Natasha and his husband have a past, and he trusts Bucky’s instinct when it comes to the redhead.

“He dug his own grave, didn’t he?” She replies. “I tried to stop him from messing with you two. He didn’t listen to me, or anyone else. If he only did his job, I’d ask you to leave him alone. But Rumlow crossed one too many times to go after you.”

“Good,” Steve simply says. “We will make it look like an accident.”

She nods before looking at Bucky again. “He’s a man possessed, and I don’t know why. I tried to dig a little deeper but found nothing. Maybe you got more luck.”

“I don’t give a shit about his reasons,” Steve spats. “He tried to get close to our pregnant fiancé more than once. This time, he paid a junkie to hurt our girl to get information. This has nothing to do with an investigation.”

“I know,” she snaps back. “I just didn’t want him to end up dead. Okay! I worked with Rumlow for over five years. He trusted me with his life, and that I’ll have his back. It’s not easy for me to let him down!”

“Enough you two,” Bucky yells. “This is about Y/N and our unborn child.” He spits while talking. “This isn’t about revenge or shit. We need to protect her. Let’s find out why he’s after us in the first place.”

“Anything yet, Jensen?” Steve impatiently paces behind the tech expert's back. “We don’t have all day. I need answers.”

“We need answers,” Bucky sighs. “Jake, anything you can give us to calm my husband down?”

“Hmmm…” Jake adjusts his glasses while staring at the monitor. “Nothing on that nurse, slash, junkie. She got arrested a few times.”

“Let me guess,” Steve sneers. “Rumlow arrested her the last time.”

Jake shrugs. “Yup.”

“What about Rumlow and his past? Why is he so obsessed with us? I get that he wants to solve a famous case, but he’s chasing our girl around town.”

“There’s not much to find out about him,” Jake grumbles. “Nothing exciting.”

“No dirt?” Bucky presses on.

“No debts. No fishy transactions,” the tech expert shrugs. “He has a clean slate, guys. Whatever he’s hiding, Rumlow does it very well.”

“Jensen, dig deeper. Find something. Anything,” Steve says. “We need more information to bring him down. Because my beloved husband told our insider that we won’t kill him.”

“Yet,” Bucky corrects. “I promised to not kill him yet. If we can bring him down without killing him, fine by me. If not…he’s dog food.”

“Bucky, the voice of reason,” Steve laughs. “That’s a new one…”

“Where have you been all day?” You yawn. “I’ve missed you. It was so boring without you around. So…what did you do?”

“Nothing important,” Steve watches you press your back against Bucky’s chest. He smiles when Bucky kisses the crown of your hair. “Stevie and I had a few things to discuss with a business associate.”

“Okay,” you smile at Steve. “Now that you are here, can we have a movie night? What do you want to watch? Or do you prefer sports?”

“We can watch whatever you want, doll?” Bucky kisses your hair again. He moves his hand to your still flat belly, imagining you all swollen with their child. “Right, Steve?”

“Of course,” Steve joins you on the bed. He’s still pumped up, and angry but he’ll try to tame his anger for you and Bucky. Tonight, he’ll let Rumlow live.

Tomorrow is another day…

Part 17

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

“Did I step on your moment?” | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Steve Rogers x SHIELD!Agent!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Natasha, Steve and you are on a mission but when you need to hide things are heated between Steve and you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 634

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) none, just fluff

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 29 | Theme: Natasha Romanoff | Mall, Disguise, Matchmaking, “Did I step on your moment?”, Favorite Natasha quote | @catws-anniversary

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Steve’s arm is around your waist; he wears a blue cap and laughs along with you when you pass a few people. Natasha talks to you over an earpiece, always telling you where the agents are and where you have to go to find out what’s on the stick. Steve and Natasha bought the stick after a mission on a SHIELD ship, which turned out wasn’t a ship belonging to SHIELD.

“To the left!” Natasha says, and the two of you do.

You walk into a small shop for phones and computers, looking around while you find a computer that could work. There are not many people around, so you pull Steve along with you. He smirks at you, even though his heart is just as much beating against his ribcage as yours. But the two of you stay professional enough to not be too nervous. You put the stick into the computer, looking around before you tap something. Just a moment later, there is a map, almost showing you the place where you find a base, which was supposed to be a SHIELD one but probably belongs to Hydra now.

“Front door, six agents; sides, two on each side; and behind the building are also six agents,” Natasha says. “Entering the building now. You have around seven minutes to get out of the store.”

You tap a few more things when a man appears next to you and talks to Steve. He asks him if he could help. Steve’s answer makes you chuckle. He tells him that you both are looking for a good spot for your honeymoon. After another comment from the man who tells Steve he has the same glasses, you almost burst out laughing.

“Siblings,” Natasha says through the earpiece, and you say that out loud.

“Model,” the guy says before he walks away to another customer.

“They are almost in the shop,” Natasha says, and you look back at the computer.

Right when Steve looks at the display as well, the coordinates appear there, and you get the stick back before the two of you make your way out of the shop. Natasha says where the agents are, while Steve and you walk close to each other on the stairs. The agents are all around the mall, and you pull your hood more into your face. Steve's eyes are focused on the ground while you pass some agents. On the stage, you inhale deeply, then you see Rumlow exhaling annoyedly before you turn to Steve.

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Now it’s going to be hot,” Nat laughs.

You grasp Steve's shirt and pull him down, pressing your lips on his, and he kisses you back. The kiss gets almost heated, but Natasha is doing a good job to make sure you both don’t get distracted from your job.

“You made a scene, didn’t you?”

You groan playfully while Steve says a quiet yes, nodding his head.

“Steve, how about y/n? You could fit really well,” Natasha says.

You hear her smirk, and when Steve turns his head toward you, his eyes are slightly widening and his cheeks are red.

“I-I mean I-“ Steve mumbles, and you laugh before you lift your hand to his cheek.

You capture it and stand on your tiptoes to reach him. When you lean closer, Steve immediately grasps your waist and pulls him closer against you. Your lips are captured by his while you hear Natasha clapping through the earpiece. You chuckle softly, deepening the kiss. You love the soft, warm feeling of Steve’s lips against yours.

“You should bring the stick now.”

Steve groans and makes both of you laugh.

“Did I step on your moment?” Natasha asks, laughing.

“No, just come and get the stick when you want it,” Steve says, playfully.

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[nekoannie-chan]

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!

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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.

[just-aake]

Fateful Encounter

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha’s first meeting with you and the beginning of your friendship with her. Flashback to how it all started and a small prequel to events in Boundless Devotion.

Warnings: light fluff, light angst

Words: 3965

In the royal garden of the castle, Natasha sighs in disappointment when she comes up empty once again at another one of Yelena’s usual hiding spots. 

Today is the celebration of Natasha’s 11th birthday, and the ballroom is already bustling with members of the noble families gathered for the event. 

Her mother had asked her to watch her little sister for a moment, while she discussed some important matters with a noble who had recently returned to the kingdom from his travels.

Unfortunately, Yelena had slipped away when she wasn’t looking, so now she’s trying to find her and return to the celebration quickly before her mother discovers that they’re both missing.

As Natasha wracks her brain for another possible hiding spot, she catches the sounds of voices nearby. Curious, she decides to investigate.

Arriving at the small clearing, Natasha releases a small breath of relief when she spots Yelena. However, her relief quickly turns to protectiveness and anger as she notices the tears glistening in her little sister’s eyes.

“Give her back!” Yelena demands, trying to maintain a serious expression despite her tears, her small hands wiping them away.

Mocking laughter erupts from the others in the clearing, and Natasha recognizes them immediately.

Rumlow, accompanied by two other children of noble houses, chuckles as they toss Yelena’s favorite stuffed animal – a plush puppy Natasha had given her – back and forth.

Realizing what’s happening, Natasha moves to intervene, but a new voice interrupts with a chastising tone. 

“Stop that, Lord Rumlow!”

Natasha pauses in her tracks, taken aback by the unfamiliar newcomer stepping in. She tilts her head curiously, trying to place you among the nobles’ children in her memory.

You appear to be about her age, but she's certain she's never seen you before – she would have remembered your face if she had.

Stepping up to the trio, you snatch the stuffed animal from Rumlow with a stern glare. He at least has the decency to look ashamed, though it's possible he's just upset at being caught.

“We’re just having some fun,” he defends himself, half-heartedly inviting, “You could join us if you want, Lady Y/n.”

Natasha makes a mental note of your name, softly repeating it to herself.

Your frown deepens, and you cross your arms, uninterested in his proposal. 

“You’re being a bully. Now apologize.”

Rumlow makes a reluctant face, but he eventually looks away from your disapproving expression to Yelena, grumbling out an apology before nudging the others, who follow suit with their apologies. 

Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he turns away with a disgruntled groan.

“Ah..I’m bored already. Let’s go.”

They head towards Natasha’s direction, but upon turning the corner, they freeze, eyes widening at the sight of her.

Natasha stands firm, arms crossed, glaring at them. With a curt gesture of her head, she silently dismisses them.

Rumlow scowls in irritation, but still, they all bow to her slightly before hastily scurrying off.

Returning her attention to the clearing, she observes you now bending down in front of Yelena, wearing a soft smile as you offer her stuffed animal back.

“That’s a cute puppy. What’s her name?” you ask gently.

Yelena sniffles, taking the toy from your hand and clutching it tightly to her side. 

“Fanny,” she responds in a small tone, her sadness still evident.

Noticing Yelena's down-hearted expression, you pull some candy from your pocket, offering it to her. 

“Hmm…would you and Fanny like some candy?”

Yelena's eyes light up as usual at the sight of the treats, and she nods eagerly, a smile quickly replacing her earlier sadness. 

Natasha's lips twitch into a small smile, impressed by how effortlessly you comfort Yelena. Intrigued by you, she moves to step into the clearing, but a stern voice interrupts her.

“Y/n, where are you?”

Your head snaps up at the call, and you stand quickly, ready to leave. Before you go, you turn back to give Yelena a polite bow and a small wave.

“I have to go. But you should head back inside soon too, okay, Princess Yelena?”

Yelena agrees with a nod, and you swiftly depart in another direction, unaware of Natasha as she emerges from her hiding spot.

As Natasha watches you go with a curious tilt of her head and a hint of disappointment, Yelena rushes up to her.

“Nat! Look, I got candy.”

“That’s good,” Natasha responds absentmindedly, her gaze still fixed on where you left.

Yelena glances between her older sister and the empty space she's staring at, tilting her head in confusion. She tugs at Natasha’s sleeve to regain her attention.

“What are you looking at?”

Natasha snaps out of her reverie, looking down at her sister.

“Do you know that girl, Yelena?”

Yelena shakes her head.

“No, but she saved me and Fanny,” she says casually, offering a piece of candy to Natasha. “Want one?”

Natasha declines with a shake of her head, patting Yelena's head fondly before gesturing towards the castle.

“Come on, let’s see if we can convince mom and dad if we can get you a real Fanny to protect you from now on.”

Sneaking back into the ballroom without any incident, Natasha and Yelena seamlessly rejoin the celebration just as their mother finishes her conversation with the noble.

“Here they are,” Melina announces, nudging Natasha forward to greet the noble. “Natasha, this is Lord Dreykov. His house oversees our foreign affairs and relations.”

The man offers a curt nod of greeting.

“Hello, Princess Natasha.”

Natasha eyes him warily before offering her own greeting in return.

A faint smirk forms on Lord Dreykov's lips before he turns his attention back to her mother.

“Her eyes are filled with determination. That’s a promising trait to see in the heir of the kingdom,” he remarks.

“Yes, she’s always been like that,” Melina agrees before remembering something. “Ah, yes. You also have a daughter around Natasha’s age. Is she here with you?”

Lord Dreykov’s smile twitches down slightly, but he maintains a composed demeanor, responding in an even tone.

“She is. Although, I’m afraid that girl appears to have wandered off. Likely just exploring the grounds as usual,” he explains.

“Well, a curious mind is a great thing to have,” Melina praises.

“Indeed,” Lord Dreykov replies curtly. “If you’ll excuse me.”

With a nod of understanding, Melina lets him go.

Once he leaves, Yelena tugs on their mother’s dress to get her attention.

“Natasha says I can get a puppy!” Yelena announces happily.

“Did she now?” Melina asks, her eyes glancing at Natasha’s in question.

Natasha simply shrugs before tuning out her mother’s subsequent lecture to Yelena about the responsibilities of owning a dog. She turns her attention to the ballroom, her gaze searching for one person in particular. 

Finally spotting you at the far corner, Natasha's excited expression shifts when she realizes something is wrong.

You are no longer smiling, and your head is slightly bowed as Lord Dreykov towers in front of you, clearly scolding you.

Understanding dawns on Natasha – you must be Lord Dreykov’s daughter, explaining why she hasn’t seen you until now.

As Lord Dreykov continues his reprimand, Natasha notices your hands clutching your dress, clearly upset by his words. A stern-looking woman behind you intervenes, placing a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to straighten up.

Feeling uneasy, Natasha instinctively moves to step toward you, but then another noble comes up to her mother, and suddenly, she’s being turned around to greet them.

After exchanging a quick greeting, Natasha discreetly glances over her shoulder at you, only to see the woman guiding you away through the ballroom doors, disappearing from view.

Disheartened, Natasha slumps in disappointment, turning back around and wondering when she’ll have the chance to see you again.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

A week later, Natasha finds herself beneath the large tree by the lake, wincing in pain as she examines her injured knee.

She had sneaked out of the castle to relax by the lake after completing her studies, and an attempt to climb the tree ended with a painful fall.

Her hands are scraped with light red marks, but the real issue is the bleeding and throbbing in her knee, particularly when she tries to move.

“Are you okay?”

Natasha startles at the sudden voice, her eyes widening as she meets yours. Stunned by your unexpected presence, she could only stare at you blankly in surprise.

Receiving no response from her, you turn to the young boy and girl by your side.

“Pietro, Wanda, can you go get help?”

Natasha snaps out of her daze upon hearing your request.

Being caught sneaking out of the castle is one thing, but being caught injured while doing so would surely earn her a lecture from her mother.

“No, don’t! I’m fine.”

The two children glance between Natasha and you, seeking direction, and you gesture for them to go, disregarding Natasha’s protests.

“Tell them it’s Princess Natasha who’s hurt,” you add, much to Natasha’s irritation.

They hurry away while you approach the lake, bending down to wet a handkerchief in the water.

Natasha huffs in disbelief at you. This wasn't how she imagined meeting you.

Knowing she can't be caught here when those two return, her face sets with determination as she attempts to stand. But, just as she applies pressure to her injured leg, she stumbles to the ground with a small cry of pain.

“Stop moving,” you chastise, kneeling beside her.

Natasha is once again taken aback, particularly by your tone towards her. As the princess and heir to the kingdom, other noble children are typically more formal and cautious around her.

Meeting her widened eyes, you seem to recall her status, bowing slightly in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—"

“No, it’s okay,” Natasha interrupts, offering reassurance.

An awkward silence follows, but then, you wordlessly gesture for her to show you her knee.

Natasha hesitates briefly before deciding to trust you, extending her leg.

As you clean her wound, Natasha bites her lip to suppress any sounds of pain, trying to be brave. However, a small hiss escapes her at one point, and she catches your eyes glancing at her before a tiny amused smile tugs at your lips.

Realizing that this may be your first impression of her, Natasha pouts. She got to see you be a hero to Yelena. Meanwhile, you probably think she can't even handle this small injury.

Finishing by wrapping a makeshift bandage around her knee with your handkerchief, you remark, “It’s not much, but that should hold for now.”

“Thank you,” Natasha says softly before adding, “And also for helping Yelena last week.”

At your surprised expression, Natasha elaborates.

“I saw you help her deal with Rumlow and the others. You didn’t have to get involved, yet you did anyway, so thank you.”

You wave your hand slightly in reassurance, shaking your head. 

“Anybody would do the same,” you say casually.

Natasha smiles at your words before leaning forward curiously. 

“How come I haven’t seen you around before?”

Your smile fades a little at her question, and you duck your head to fidget with your hands in your lap.

“I don’t usually go to events at the castle. Madam B. doesn’t like things like that,” you explain, looking up to see Natasha’s confused expression. 

“Madam B’s my governess,” you clarify. “She takes care of me when my father is away.”

Natasha nods in understanding, recalling the woman from the other day and her mother’s mention of Lord Dreykov often being away to handle relations with other kingdoms.

After a moment, you speak up again. 

“I’ve seen you before though,” you admit. “I visited the castle with my father this one time. You were on the training ground with the captain.”

“And what did you think?” Natasha asks curiously.

You tilt your head in thought before admitting, “It was impressive to see that you can hold your own against some of the knights in the Royal Guard.”

Natasha smirks proudly at your praise before wincing as she goes to adjust her leg’s position.

You raise your brows at her, letting out an amused chuckle.

“But I guess it’s also nice to see that you are not much different from the rest of us.”

Natasha huffs in amusement, “Are you teasing me?”

You shrug in a silent response, not denying her accusation.

Shaking her head in amusement at your actions, Natasha examines your handiwork appreciatively and lightly tests her leg. The pain has dulled to a low tingling sensation, much more bearable than before.

Determined, she prepares to push herself up to stand, but a firm pressure on her shoulder stops her before she can even attempt it.

You give her an incredulous look, your hand still on her shoulder.

“You can’t walk on that.”

“I think I know what I’m capable of,” Natasha responds, lightly pressing the back of her hand against your wrist in an attempt to push it off.

You maintain your position firmly, not budging.

Natasha glares at you, a look that usually intimidates people, but you return her stubborn stare with one of your own.

The two of you engage in a silent battle for a moment before Natasha eventually relents, impressed. 

“Not bad,” she admits. “You are probably the most stubborn person I’ve met, maybe even more than me.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head at her words, removing your hand from her shoulder and moving to lean against the trunk of the tree.

Carefully scooting to sit beside you, mindful of her leg, Natasha leans her head back against the tree with a sigh.

“I guess we’ll be waiting here for a while.”

“What makes you say that?” you ask.

“You sent two kids who look around Yelena’s age to find somebody they consider to be responsible. They’re bound to get distracted,” Natasha points out.

You shake your head in disagreement. 

“I don’t think so. Pietro is fast, and Wanda will keep them focused.”

“If you say so,” Natasha says skeptically.

You gesture to her knee, changing the subject.

“How did you get hurt anyway?”

Natasha lifts her finger to point at the branches above.

“I fell from the tree,” she answers plainly.

“What were you doing in the tree?” you ask curiously.

In response, Natasha leans her shoulder against yours, directing your attention to a small cluster of scarlet flowers at the end of one of the highest branches.

“I was trying to get those,” she explains, “They bloom every year around this time, but people rarely see them since they’re hidden so high up.”

Your eyes remain fixed on the flowers, admiring them.

“They’re pretty,” you comment, prompting Natasha to grin triumphantly.

She nudges your shoulder gently.

“What about you? Why are you here?”

You show her the book at your side, placing it in your lap as you answer. 

“I come here to read sometimes.”

Recognizing the cover, Natasha frowns in displeasure. 

“That’s my mom’s book. Wouldn’t you want to read something more interesting?”

You chuckle at her expression, insisting, “This is interesting to me. I like reading about the queen’s experiments and research.”

Natasha observes you curiously before resting her head back against the trunk with a huff of disbelief.

She has to listen to her mother’s experiments unwillingly every day, and here you are, reading about it for fun.

Trying to continue the conversation, Natasha recalls her mother’s recent work.

“You know, I think she’s working on something new right now. She mentioned it was inspired by something she learned from the Starks,” she offers, turning to look at you.

To her surprise, your face grimaces at her words.

“I’m not really interested in anything connected with that kingdom,” you reply.

Natasha tilts her head, leaning in curiously.

“Do you hate the Stark Kingdom?”

You raise a brow at her, answering. “Don’t you? They killed a lot of our people.”

“So did we,” Natasha counters.

You fall silent at her point, lips twisting in thought.

Noticing your consideration, she presses on.

“From what I learned, the war hurt everyone, and we can’t change what happened in the past.”

Nodding in determination, Natasha gazes out at the calm lake, imagining a peaceful future.

“But we can try to make it better. That’s why when I become queen, I want to fix the pain that the war caused. For everyone here…and everyone in the Stark kingdom.”

Turning back to you, she finds you staring at her with wide eyes.

Feeling suddenly shy under the intense admiration in your gaze, Natasha rubs her neck awkwardly and looks down, mumbling softly, “Or something like that…”

In the momentary silence, the rustle of branches fills the air before you finally speak.

“That’s a lot of work for one person,” you remark. “Why would you want to take on all that pressure to help people you don’t even know?”

Natasha smiles gently, meeting your gaze with a raise of her brow.

“Anybody would do the same,” she repeats your words.

You huff in disbelief, but a smile tugs at your lips as you continue.

“You would need a lot of support.”

“Yeah,” Natasha sighs, already aware of the challenges ahead.

Changing minds and hearts is never easy, and finding genuinely good people to help her will also be difficult.

Her eyes drift to the makeshift bandage you made for her, and an idea forms in her mind. 

Turning to face you, she asks eagerly, “Would you be my first?”

“What?” you ask, puzzled.

“You said I needed support,” Natasha points out, extending her hand to you. “Would you like to be my first?”

Your eyes observe her carefully, considering her offer, before drifting to her outstretched hand. Finally, you close your hand around hers, giving her an amused smile.

“Well, I guess someone has to help you whenever you decide to fall out of a tree again,” you tease.

Natasha’s smile widens, and she chuckles. 

“Then I guess I'll be in your care from now on.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Natasha blinks her eyes open, waking slowly from her nap. Rays of sunlight filter through the branches of the tree, casting dancing shadows on her face. Her gaze then drifts to the scarlet flowers, now in full bloom, just like that fateful day fifteen years ago.

“Don’t even think about it.”

At your voice, Natasha turns her head slightly from her resting position on your lap to look at you in surprise.

You don’t even look up from your book, flipping the page casually as you continue.

“You’ve climbed this tree too many times already for that flower and have gotten hurt each time, Natasha.”

Natasha hums and shakes her head in thought. 

“I don’t know. I think I can get it this time.”

Your hands shut your book with a firm thud, giving her a reprimanding look.

“You can’t get injured right before your birthday ball tomorrow. Your mother would kill you.”

You look up at the branches with a sigh.

“Why are you so obsessed with trying to get that flower anyway?” you ask her.

In response, Natasha takes your hand in hers, raising it towards the direction of the flower.

“Did you know it symbolizes everlasting devotion?” she asks before continuing. “They say if you give it to someone when it’s in full bloom, your bond with them will never break.” 

Natasha had come across the information accidentally in the library when she was retrieving some books for you.

You chuckle, removing your hand from hers as your fingers move to play with her red hair before tossing a strand at her face and commenting teasingly. 

“Such romantic words. No wonder everyone falls for the charming princess so easily.”

Natasha rolls her eyes at your teasing.

“Very funny,” she says, adding, “You already know that I just like the challenge of getting it.”

“You could just shoot the branch down, or ask Kate to do it. Her aim has gotten a lot better,” you suggest.

Natasha shakes her head resolutely in determination.

“No, I want to get it with my own hands.”

A sudden silence follows, making Natasha turn her head to look at you curiously. 

You’re not looking at her, instead staring intently at the flowers above.

“Is there someone special you are trying to keep by your side?” you finally ask.

“Not really,” Natasha answers honestly, believing you are referring to the vast amount of courting requests she’s been receiving from the other noble families and other kingdoms. She’s denied most of them so far, not interested in looking for anyone romantically at the moment.

“Plus, I don’t need a flower for that,” Natasha states confidently, adding, “I mean, it’s been years, and I still have you by my side, right?”

You laugh lightly at her words, and Natasha's smile widens at the sound. 

“I don’t know. Supporting you all these years has been tiring,” you say exaggeratingly.

Hearing this, Natasha raises a brow and moves to push herself up from your lap to stand.

“Maybe I should get the flower, after all,” she says jokingly.

But suddenly, she’s pushed to the ground with firm hands on her shoulders, and your face appears above hers with a raised brow.

“Stop moving,” you tell her firmly, mirroring that moment years ago.

But this time feels different.

Natasha blinks in surprise, feeling her breath catch as she stares up at you, the sunlight forming a soft glow around your face.

She’d always known you were beautiful, but for some reason, Natasha swears she felt her heart skip for a slight moment just now.

At your expectant look, she wordlessly nods in acknowledgment, unable to find her voice.

You give her a satisfied grin before picking up your book and relaxing back against the trunk of the tree.

Natasha sits up slowly and raises her hand to her chest, gently resting it there as she tries to figure out what that feeling was.

Coming up with nothing, she brushes the thoughts away, shaking her head as she turns to you curiously.

“You’re coming tomorrow, right? To the ball,” she asks.

Your posture deflates as you give her an apologetic look.

“I may have to arrive late. Madam B. wants to review something with me before then.”

Reaching out, you touch her hand, reassuring her. “But I’ll be there.”

Natasha sighs in disappointment, hanging her head.

“I don’t even like these events anymore. They’re more political than celebratory these days.”

You give her a sympathetic look, your thumb caressing the back of her hand comfortingly.

“Well, with your coronation set for next year, you’re going to be even busier with these sorts of things.”

Natasha stares at your hand above hers in contemplation, turning it around to intertwine them together.

“You’ll still support me?” she asks.

You give her a reassuring smile, tightening your grip on her hand.

“I’ve been by your side for this long, Natasha. I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

It’s been months since you were last by her side, ever since the incident at her birthday ball.

Standing underneath the tree, Natasha stares sadly up at the branches. The scarlet flowers have yet to bloom, still a couple of months away.

With a regretful twist of her lips, she wonders if attempting to retrieve the flower at that time could have prevented this distance between you two from ever happening.

Sighing in disappointment, Natasha hangs her head and turns away, intending to return to the castle. She plans to train some more, hoping to distract herself from thoughts of you.

Unaware that later on this fateful day, an ultimatum will soon be presented to her, one that will eventually bring you back to her side again. 

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Series Masterlist : Boundless Devotion

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Eight (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: You've been taken, now he's being hunted.

Warnings: Violence. Lots of violence.

A/N: I haven't died. I swear. I'm... hopefully gonna have more stuff soonish.

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Lingering between consciousness and slumber, Natasha’s arm tightened around the lithe waist of the woman tucked against her chest, dragging her closer into the embrace as she breathed in the earthy, addicting scent of Wanda. Her fingers flexed outward in search of the other woman often curled around the brunette’s back but found no warmth to satisfy her quest. She grunted in displeasure, both from the lack of you and the dull sounds of the world waking outside the four walls of their temporary bedroom.

Drifting deeper into the land of dreams, she was almost asleep once until the jarring sound of a sudden, sharp yell sent her upright. Wanda yelped in surprise, nearly toppling off the bed before Natasha’s strong hand caught her upper arm.

“Natasha!” Yelena’s voice was clear among ruckus, the familiar twang of metal meeting filling what should be silence.

On her feet in an instant, she was swift to find her discarded sword before charging out the door with a half-dressed, disoriented Wanda close behind, her own weapon in hand. Rushing at Yelena’s assailant as she barreled out of the room, she jammed her blade through his side with practiced simplicity before shoving his soon-to-be-lifeless body to the floor.

“What the fuck has happened?” she demanded, peering at her crew fighting with familiarly dressed men throughout the hall.

 Maria’s attacker was already on his knees, choking on the crimson gushing from his open mouth. Kate had a man pinned to the wall, her knuckles split from the repeated motion of her knuckles meeting his face as she screamed at him with a ferocity that would have normally made Yelena swoon, if the situation were any different. She was young but fierce, a trait that often left the blonde drooling (much to Natasha’s amusement).

But you were nowhere to be found – and that didn’t sit well with her.

“Rumlow. He’s kidnapped (Y/N),” Yelena grunted, driving her sword through another man as he stumbled past her. “She threw a rock through my window. Woke me before his men began their siege on the inn. She left us enough time to stop a massacre, but I could not stop him from taking her. She was fighting him when I last saw her but I lost her in the attack. I am so sorry, captain.”

For a moment, the world narrowed into a darkened tunnel, blood roaring in her ears. You were taken. You were taken and they hadn’t been able to stop them.

With a furious, guttural scream that could’ve terrified the bravest of people, Natasha stormed over to the man locked in battle with Darci and slammed him into the wall. Startled by the sudden movement, his hand smacked off the wall and his sword skidded across the floor away from him as it tumbled from his grasp. His throat bobbed nervously as the tip of her blade dug in just below his chin, the rage in her eyes chilling him to the bone.

“Where is he taking her?” she snarled, watching emotionlessly as blood trickled onto her blade.

“W-we were told to k-kill you all and meet him at the ship! If we did not return, he will set sail for Cape Cod. To wed Lady (Y/N).”  The man’s cheeks were flush with fear, tears sliding over heated flesh and the front of his breeches darkening pathetically.

Lip curled in disgust, she dispatched the man with a flourish, never breaking eye contact even as his head fell away from his shoulders. Turning as his lifeless body slumped to the floor, she returned to her partner and right-hand with determination in her gait.

“We must dress and see if those on our boat still live. We have to stop Rumlow before he reaches Governor Pierce and Cape Cod, lest we…” she trailed off.

Despite the fire in her gaze, Wanda could see worry and panic peeking through. She was certain there was a similar concern mirrored in hers. If they could not get to you before he made landfall, would you be lost to them forever?

-X-

Fidgeting with the iron cuffs locked uncomfortably around your wrists, you growled as the tension in the chains endured. You’d been unconscious when they’d tossed the metal upon you and there was little means of escaping from them. It didn’t help that were confined in the belly of the ship, tucked in a dark space, with no means of finding a way to extract yourself from them. You’d initially been given a bed in the Captain’s Quarters, but you’d been thrown into the belly so you wouldn’t “cause the captain anymore problems”.

(It wasn’t your fault he was not fast enough to stop your teeth from sinking into the side of his hand after he dared to caress your cheek. Clearly he needed practice in moving quicker.)

The hatch above your head slowly creaked open, a shadowed face peering down at you. Darkness danced along his features, but you could vaguely make out the outline of the man serving as Rumlow’s right-hand, Helmut Zemo.

Truly the epitome of young and dumb.

“Are you alright, miss?” he awkwardly squeaked, his smile curled in an almost unnatural way.

Snorting, you narrowed your eyes into unimpressed slits. “I’m trapped in the belly of this bloody ship after being kidnapped, with no food or water or warmth, in the dark and wearing chains. What do you think?”

His cheeks grew ruddy under the contemptuous venom in your words, eyes flickering over his shoulder for a moment.

"Ah, apologies. That was a stupid question." Smiling uncomfortably, he opened the hatch a little more. "Would some fresh air help? Maybe some rations? It's not much but I don't feel right letting you starve to death down here."

Kidnapping and holding me hostage is fine, killing my family is fine, but letting me starve bothers him?

Resisting the urge to let your eyes roll back into your skull, you forced a meek smile at him. "That would be lovely, sir."

Perking up at your sudden compliance, he slowly ushered you up the rickety ladder before leading you out onto the deck of the ship. Keen eyes were studious and discrete as you looked upon the frothy waters but you saw no sign of your ship. For a split second, you wondered if they would abandon you, leave you to this fate - or worse, if they were icy corpses back in some dingy inn - but you shook away that thought. You were not helpless. If they did not come, you'd save yourself and spend your life searching for answers or revenge.

Whatever may come.

-X-

The first time he allowed you onto the deck, the crew had watched you with wary scrutiny. So you kept your wits, eating and drinking what you could to the best of your abilities. You would keep your cards close to your chest, watching the waters in hopes of seeing the flying colors you’d come to love on the horizon. And after a few days of being let topside, the scrutiny faded. Even Rumlow would hover less, choosing to stare at you from a distance, his face a mixture of disgust and longing. He clearly hated you for the choices you’d made – choosing those harlot pirates over a dignified man like himself - but that boyhood obsession of his still remained, burning in spite of his revulsion.

On your seventh day of being allowed to drink in the fresh air, Zemo carefully unlocked the metal from your wrists, wincing at the raw flesh beneath. "You are expected to wear these in the evening, lest you be tempted to overtake the ship, but Captain Rumlow believes you will not lash out during the day."

Delicate fingers traced over the abused skin. Glancing up at him, you demurely smiled, batting your eyes.

"Thank you. I see there is no point in being a problem, it would serve my best interests to learn more about this ship and its people. If I am expected to marry Brock, I should know you all better."

The lies poured off your tongue with ease, so honey-sweet and gentle that Zemo was oblivious to the dangers lurking beneath the surface. In his line of business, it should have learned to never trust a pretty face and yet, here he was.

To be so dumb and trusting, you mused, forcing away the smirk threatening to overtake the innocent smile.

The sun was high in the sky when you first noticed it. A tiny blip on the churning waters. It was quite a ways back, but the strength of the wind seemed to offer bursts of speed for the somewhat smaller vessel. None of Rumlow's crew seemed to pay any attention to the ship, far too arrogant to acknowledge they might not succeed, but you repeatedly peered over to it as the day crept along...

And you knew what comes next.

-X-

Tucking away the spyglass, an unnerving expression befell the redheaded pirate as she considered what to do. She could see you atop the boat, staring at her ship expectantly. As if you knew they would come.

A small piece of her wondered why you were allowed to trudge about so freely on that repulsive creature’s ship after you’d been taken, but she trusted you. 

She always had.

“Is it them?” Wanda inquired quietly, following Natasha’s eyes.

“Yes,” she murmured, gripping the hand that fell into hers, “I can see her standing on the deck. She knows we are coming.”

Wanda’s brow pinched as her lips turned down. “Do you think -”

“No.” The answer was abrupt and severe, halting wandering insecurities before they ran wild. She wanted to shake herself for ever having such a concern; she didn’t want Wanda to slip down the same path of thought. “She is a brilliant woman. I do not doubt she has played into Rumlow’s ego and pride to give herself an advantage. I believe she is simply waiting for a sign.”

Nodding, a steely resolve refined Wanda’s features. A thirst for blood and war shined treacherously in emerald irises, a sheer contrast to the sweet woman who often graced the boards of their fine ship.

 Back straightening, Natasha was transported back in time, to their early years of pirating. Watching her lover carve through pirates and imperials alike, her grace unfathomable even as she ended lives and bloodlines without a second thought. Remembered her bewitching dance of death, the vicious and beautiful intricacies of what was normally such a brutal act slowly earning her the name of Scarlet Witch, whispered across the seas in fear and awe.

And she could see herself, eyes empty and blade meticulous. Could remember killing her mentor and hearing him whisper the name, “Black Widow,” as blood spilled into her hands and onto her worn boots.

Swallowing down those memories, Natasha’s resolution became tangible and clear.

“Aim for that ship – and ram it.”

[talia-rumlow]

My Works (Will be updated as I go)

First of all. Thank you so much for your likes, your comments and your support. I really appreciate it.

My writing is 18+, smut, and all that follows with it. Some stories are worse than others. Read on own risk. Warnings will be posted.

I usually write Marvel related stuff. But I can take requests for other things as well. Favorites are: The Night Manager, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Bones, Buffy/Angel, 911, Chigaco Fire/PD/Med, Kingdom (I am currently in the process of watching the entire show), Wheelman.

Although I decided to take a step back from RPF, I could maybe take request for that too. But probably only One Shots. Send me a PM if you want me to write something for you.

I also post my stuff on Wattpad, AO3, My personal blog, TikTok and My Saviour is also ongoing on Instagram as a video story. (If you want to keep the thrill, and read the stories as I post them on here. I would recommend, NOT to visit my Blog, AO3 or Wattpad)

ON HOLD! (Given the recent news about Chris Hemsworth!)

Yes! You are seeing correctly. I´m actually writing a Loki fic. And this is an epic one!

Given your place in Asgard, a secret relationship with the God of Mischief isn't exactly a good Idea. But you can't stop. It's an obsession, a sickness. You can't get enough of him! And Loki can't get enough of you!

This story will go back and forth in time.

Chapter One - Twisted Reality

Chapter Two - Queen Of Asgard

Chapter Three - Loki & Thor

COMPLETED STORIES

Private Workout (Alvey Kulina One-Shot)

Another story based on one of Frank Grillos roles. The 2017 NETFLIX movie Wheelman. I love that movie.

After a real heavy night out with the girls, you decide to sleep it off in your car. But when a bankrobbery goes South, and the Getaway driver "borrows" your car, the night takes a whole new turn. While you´re being chased around the city by his enemies, you start to see the thrill of the criminal side of things. But things aren´t always as black and white as you or he thinks.

Chapter One - Wheelman

Chapter Two - Heating Things Up

Chapter Three - This Is Going To Hurt

Chapter Four - Do You Always Fuck The Girls You Kidnap?

Chapter Five - I Told You To Run, YN!

After tips from @nekoannie-chan I have decided to start to post my other stories on here as well.

My schedule:

MONDAY: My Saviour

TUESDAY: My Brother´s Best Friend

WEDNEDSDAY: Bound & Brockened

THURSDAY: Best Friends Forever

FRIDAY: Escort To The Multiverse

SATURDAY: Forbidden Fruit

SUNDAY: Strangers With Memories (Original Story)

You can read about the stories further down in this post!

My Saviour is a Rumlow X Reader story. This story will contain Graphic Sexual Description, Graphic Description of Violence, Death, Murder, angst, trauma, Domestic Abuse and Past Abuse. Read on own risk. This is a story where I portray Brock Rumlow as a decent human being. He also has a backstory. If you don´t like Brock Rumlow yet. You will, after reading this story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Marvel characters, only my original ones.

Chapter One - We Don´t Treat Women Like That!

Chapter Two - Can I Tell You A Little Secret?

Chapter Three - What Someone Like Me, Does To Little Brats Like You

Chapter Four - Who Is In Charge?

Chapter Five - Good Girls Gets Rewarded

Chapter Six - The Morning After

Chapter Seven - First Day At Work

Chapter Eight - I Want To Protect You

Chapter Nine - That´s Right, You Disobeyed Me!

Chapter Ten - Pick One!

Chapter Eleven - Mine! Say It!

Chapter Twelve - I´ll Find Him!

Chapter Thirteen - Want To Play A Game?

Chapter Fourteen - Pull Over!

Chapter Fifteen - What Do You Want Me To Do?

Chapter Sixteen - Want Me To Look For It?

Chapter Seventeen - Did You Lock The Door?

Chapter Eighteen - That Girl You Like So Much!

Chapter Nineteen - It´s A Date!

Chapter Twenty - When You Call Me Brock

Chapter Twentyone - See What You Get When You Ask Nicely

Chapter Twentytwo - Come For Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentythree - Please Don´t Leave Me!

Chapter Twentyfour - I Fucking Love You!

Chapter Twentyfive - Are You Alright?

Chapter Twentysix - You Disobeyed Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentyseven - Will It Be Dangerous, This Mission?

Chapter Twentyeight - Have You Ever Used A Gun Before, YN?

Chapter Twentynine - SHIELD Is The Safest Place To Be!

Chapter Thirty - Alexander Pierce

Chapter Thirtyone - Why Is This Happening To You?

Chapter Thirtytwo - How Did You End Up Here?

Chapter Thirtythree - This One Is Not!

Chapter Thirtyfour - Please Don´t Be Mad At Me!

Chapter Thirtyfive - Who Said Anything About Winning?

Chapter Thirtysix - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Thirtyseven - Good Agents Don´t Disobey Orders, YN!

Chapter Thirtyeight - You Are Fired Though!

Chapter Thirtynine - What´s Wrong With You, Brock?

Chapter Fourty - Well Played, YN! You´re Still Dead Though!

Chapter Fourtyone - What Did You Do To deserve This Treatment?

Chapter Fourtytwo - She´s Messing With Your Mind, Brock! Be Careful!

Yet another Rumlow as a decent human being story. Yes! I LOVE doing these. Give Rumlow some love.

After years not speaking to your brother, Jack Rollins. He invites you to spend the summer with him, in New York. When your flight gets cancelled, Jack tells you, that you can hitch a ride, with his best friend, driving home from a mission. Great, you've met Brock Rumlow one time before, and you hate his face. Cocky, self-righteous, arrogant bastard. Not your type at all. You're not looking forward to drive across the country with him. Will you survive this trip with him, or will past experiences make it impossible to get to your destination? Secrets will come out, the past will catch up with both you and Rumlow. This story will be kinda a slow burn, with sexual content, and a lot of humor.

Chapter One - What, Brock? He´s A Good Guy!

Chapter Two - The Stupid Obnoxious One!

Chapter Three - You´re Reading Porn!

Chapter Four - You´ll Never Understand Him!

Chapter Five - What Did You Dream About?

Chapter Six - Like What You See?

Chapter Seven - Arrg.. Piss off, Brock!!

Chapter Eight - What do you want me to say, Brock?

Chapter Nine - Get your fucking hands off!

Chapter Ten - Truth Or Dare

Chapter Eleven - His Best Friend´s Little Sister!

This story is the fastest growing story I´ve EVER posted. I absolutely LOVE to write this story. And I hope you´ll enjoy reading it as well. Just remember the warnings. Read with care!

Brock Rumlow, a ruthless badass, with a fucked up dominant side! After a mission goes terribly wrong, he gets fired from his job. After picking up girls in bars for a while, he gets that he needs more. No more of these fucked up, girls that leaves the next morning. He needs something stable. Someone he can use, day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. Someone he can get out his frustration on.

So he decides to buy you, at an auction!

You had no money, no place to live, nothing left. That's the only reason you decided to give yourself away. To use the only thing you had, to maybe get some food and a roof over your head. You had no idea what you were walking into!

DARK STORY!! ⚠️⚠️

Containing graphic descriptions of non-con elements, bdsm, different forms of torture, graphic sexual descriptions.

⚠️READ ON OWN RISK⚠️

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Chapter One - Hades

Chapter Two - Owned!

Chapter Three - Choices!

Chapter Four - Play!

Chapter Five - Rules!

Steve and Bucky have been best friends since the 30's. Steve married you and Bucky married Nat weeks apart, and you've been best friends and double dated for years. What will happen when Nat leaves Bucky, and Bucky moves in with you and Steve? Will the friendship between the four of you last. And more importantly, will your marriage to Steve last when his amazingly handsome best friend moves in.

Chapter One - Divorce?!

Chapter Two - Nightmares!

Chapter Three - Breakfast!

Chapter Four - James.

One of my absolute favorite stories to write. This one made me tap into the darkest places of my mind. This will be a dark story. Containing graphic sexual description, Non-Con, BDSM, rough treatment, strong language, and everything else in that area. Rating X 18+! Read on own risk!

You were new to the city of New York. Your job didn't pay enough money to make rent, so you decided to start to work at a gentlemans club. Then a friend offers you a job at an escort service. To make ends meet, you says yes! One day you are sent on a mission to the SHIELD building, to take care of two agents, returning from a mission. Will it be too much for you to handle? Or will this be just what you need to get the new start you so desperately needs?

Characters includes: Tony Stark, Captain America & The Winter Soldier!

Chapter One - Jack Rollins & Brock Rumlow

Chapter Two - Can You Fuck Her Or Not?!

Chapter Three - I Think She Likes It!

Chapter Four - Shut Her Up!

Chapter Five - She´ll Fucking Listen Now!

Chapter Six - Listen Don´t Fucking Talk

Chapter Seven - She Enjoys The Fucking Pain

Chapter Eight - How Does She Taste?

Chapter Nine - Some Sort Of Super Human!

I´ve always been a fan of the Night Manager, so of course I had to make a fic about Jonathan Pine. This will contain a lot of feelings, past trauma, abuse, murder, Non-Con elements and sexual description.

You met Jonathan Pine 5 years ago in Cairo. One steamy night was all you had time for, before Richard Roper got hold of you. Now you've been his prisoner for 5 years. When some unforeseen events led to you and Jonathan Pine to meet again. Only this time Mr. Roper calls the shot. Your job is to Seduce Jonathan Pine, and make him talk. Make him reveal his secrets before he can put a stop to Ropers plan. Your only way out of Ropers control is to finish the job. Will you reveal his secrets? Or will he reveal yours first?

Chapter One - Cairo 5 Years Ago

Chapter Two - No Way Out!

Chapter Three - A Part Of Life

Chapter Four - Daniel!

This story means the world to me. And it´s heartbreaking, sweet and though. It´s about events from my own life, so I´m really putting myself out there with this one. It was the events in this story that got me into writing in the first place. If it wasn´t for what happened, I wouldn´t have been where I am today. So although I got my heart ripped out of my chest and stamped on. It was worth it.

What if you find love, with the most unexpected person? What if he gave you everything you missed? Only to leave you confused! What if that heartbreak gave you the chance to do everything you ever wanted. Would you risk it all? One more time...

Chapter One - Christopher He´s Good!

Chapter Two - Redecorate The Bathroom

Chapter Three - The First Date

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