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β Wiping off droplets of your blood from the floor, knowing he hates the mess.
β Not hitting you when you anger him, waiting until he calms down and you detense.
β Saying you don't want it because you're tired, and he says you're easier to handle then.
β You crying and him kissing you harder.
β Him wiping your tears, saying that you need him.
β Locking the door again after bringing you food.
β Making you pick your own restraints.
β You passing out, but he keeps going.
β Saying you made him do this while cleaning your bruises.
β Telling all your friends and family you are just too dramatic.
β Choking you with the necklace he gifted you.
β Feeding you from his plate while your legs are tied to the floor.
β Making you confess to him while being naked.
β Him slapping the "modern culture" out of your head.
β Gifting you right after an argument, while you're shaking on the bed.
β Making you delete and block all your contacts in front of him.
β Handcuffing you to the bed, you knowing he has to leave for a few days.
β Him finding your "escape" bag and burning it in front of you.
β Beating up your friends for trying to "take you away" from him.
β Him telling you your terrified face makes him hard.
Would you mind to do Brock Rumlow, all scarred up having nonconsensual sex with a woman he has an age gap with...he is doing a pent up frustration kind of thing with choking, spanking. He had been hiding out for too long from the goodie two shoes avengers and Hydra.
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younger.αreader && dark.αcrossbones (brock rumlow)
γ ππππππ'π ππππ γ I really hope I didn't disappoint you, babe...I can't say I love the way this turned out but I wrote it so so quick, I honestly felt inspired.
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The uneven surface in the warehouse was rubbing against the skin of your pelvis as you weakly tried to crawl away from the man standing above you. Scars adorned his face, especially the right side, all down to his neck, yet he looked impossibly strong. His broad chest rose and fell as he stared down at you, and you noticed the muscles in his shoulders and forearms flexing. Another tear slipped down your cheek and you screwed your eyes shut as he crouched down next to your shaking form.Β Β
"Yeah, I knowβitβs not exactly pretty. But trust me, what Iβm about to do to you is a hell of a lot uglier.", he sneered, fingers gripping your hair and pulling up your head. You whimpered again, trying to pull away from the painful grip. He didnβt move an inch as he inspected your features with a cold gazeβyour busted lower lip, your split cheek, the shadows of purple on your neck and jaw, and the fingerprints on your cheeks, all the way up to your wet lashes that surrounded your pleading, glossy eyes.Β
He released your scalp with a push and a loud exhale and your chin hit the ground.Β
His free, calloused hands found your hips and he pulled them up, right under his crotch. A sob escaped you as you felt the hardness rubbing against your thighs. Thatβs when you tried to push weakly at his abdomen with your tied wrists.Β
With a growl, he snaked his arm on your chest and he curled his bicep around your throat, effectively cutting off your oxygen supply.Β
Tears sprung to your eyes again as he was pulling himself out. When you felt his tip poke at your entrance, fear gripped all your senses but your vocal chords. It was all you were left with, after all.
βSt-stop, no, pleaseββ, you tried, but he squeezed your neck even harsher in frustration. He wanted you to shut the fuck up. It was crystal clearβthis man felt no remorse, guilt, nor pain. He felt nothing.
Β When you caught a glimpse of his face again in a piece of broken glass which lay in front of you, you flinched hard under his body weight, your pulse rising.Β
Β "That face scare you that much, sweetheart? Wait 'til all that is between your thighs.", he ruggedly grunted, pushing in.