#Is it okay to want to grab your nemesis juicy ass?

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Hellsing can't be serious. Like??? Why yall showing that screen where the crazy vamp staring at their nemesis priest's bubble butt and then leaving comment like "that's some man"???

What

Do

You

Want

From

Me?????

[holylulusworld]

The girl who is gone

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Cop!Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, fake identities, light smut, protected sex, making-out, fingering, worried reader, betrayal, sadness, violence, language

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“Come on, Wanda.” Waiting for your friend to pick up her phone you roll your eyes as Kitty tries to steal your toast. “Kitty, don’t! I am trying to reach Wanda.”

Ending the call, you sigh deeply. “She wanted me to report back, now that I finally can tell her juicy details she doesn’t answer her phone, Kitty. I wonder what’s wrong with Wanda…”

“Morning, doll.” Steve walks into the kitchen, watching you scold your cat for stealing your food. Your eyes follow his every step as he’s only in his boxer briefs.

“Something wrong?”

Smirking he steps between your legs, places his large hands onto your waist to stroke your skin.

“Not hungry?” Steve leans closer, captures your lips in a soft kiss and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I think I am hungry, Steve. I just don’t want food…” Humming he moves his hands under the shirt your stole from him, not finding panties.

“I thought after the shower you are…satisfied.” The smug bastard smirks, not giving away he can’t get enough of you either. “We should talk about a few things, doll. Sam and Natasha are on their way.”

“Can we not forget about anything for a while. Just give me an hour or two…” Your legs wrap around his waist and you grind against his erection. “I can feel you need a distraction too, Stevie.”

“Love with when you call me like that.” His lips claim yours. He’s caging you with his body, holding you flush against him. Steve groana against your soft pillows as you wiggle your foot to shove his boxers down.

“I want you, Steve. Now…” Husking the words you cup his face. Looking up at him with lust-blown pupils. “Let’s forget anything else…please.”

Steve’s fingers slide through your hair, tug harshly at your strands to force you to expose your neck. He’s pressing his face into your neck, sinks his teeth into your skin and you grasp for his shoulders.

“Steve…”

“Patience, doll. I need to prepare you first. I don’t want to hurt you.” Steve’s voice is lower than usual, and you feel his fingers creep toward your core. “You’re so wet for me, dirty girl.”

Your cheeks heat up at his words, but you don’t show you are embarrassed by his words. No one ever talked to you liked that before, except for Brock, but he didn’t make your knees go weak.

“Stevie…” Your back arches when he slips two fingers into you. Once again ignoring his phone Steve crooks his finger, just watching you fist his shirt as he brushes over your g-spot. 

“There…Baby…please…” 

“For such a shy girl you are pretty greedy.” He’s smirking now, steel-blue eyes focused on you, and the way you grind your hips Steve retreats his fingers. “I’ll give you something better, Y/N.”

Your shirt lies abandoned on the floor in the living room, just like your socks. Only moments after Steve retreated his fingers, he carried you toward the couch.

Now you are pawing at his back, rock your hips with him as Steve can’t hold back. His hands hold your hips in a tight grip, bring you flush to his pubic bone with every thrust.

“When we…god you feel so good, doll…” Steve’s lips take your breath. He’s moaning against you, pants your name with every roll of his hips. “I need to tell you something later.”

“Steve…” Your nails run down his back to his ass to dig them deep into his flesh. A shudder ripples through his body right before he comes with a grunt of your name. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Where shall I start.” Steve nuzzles his face into your neck, wraps his arms around your naked body. “Brock burned your apartment down. Sam called me yesterday. I am sorry but he believes your step-brother is looking for you.”

“How’d you know so much about my step-brother? How can Sam know about my apartment?” Steve tries to find a way to tell you about his job but his phone starts ringing once again.

“I swear I’ll tell you everything when we had a shower and breakfast. Let me answer this call, I think it’s Sam. I hope you can forgive me…” Steve’s words make no sense to you. 

Why should you have to forgive him? Why does Steve look like he killed your cat?

“Steve? What’s wrong?” You’re worriedly looking up at Steve, slide your fingers through his hair and you know something is wrong when his smile fades. “Stevie?”

“I…I wasn’t completely honest Y/N. I know this will hard to…” His phone rings again and you groan as he pulls out of you to discard the condom without telling you what’s wrong.

“Take the call and then you will tell me what’s wrong, Steve. I trust you, I…I love you so whatever happened, just tell me.” Steve’s lips gently press against yours before he gets up to answer his call.

“What’s wrong, Sam?”

“Steve, I’ll have a shower and prepare breakfast. We can talk later.” Stealing Steve’s shirt, you give him a wink before running toward the shower. 

A shy smile on your lips you step out of the shower. Steve’s shirt still lies on the bed you shared last night, and you can’t stop your hands from grasping for the fabric to press it to your nose.

While you sway with the shirt in your hands you hear something vibrate in one of the nightstands.

You want to ignore it, want to get dressed but your noisiness gets the best of you and you open the drawer to find your phone.

“What the…? Wanda…” Grabbing the phone you answer the call.

“Slow down, Sam. I know I fucked up, man. I just couldn’t stay away from her. I never…” Running one hand down his face Steve tries to find the right words to describe his feelings for you. “I never felt like that before.”

Steve paces around the room, yells now and then into the phone to make sure Sam knows he’ll fight for you.

“I…I love that girl.” The words leaving Steve’s lips let Sam fall silent.

He knows his friend and partner; he knows there is no way he can make Steve leave you. “I just need a few hours to tell her about my job, her brother, and that I’ll protect her. I will not let her be part of this investigation, Sam.”

“What do you mean with you need her help! No. Sam. I said no!” 

Steve’s voice raises and he can hear you close the door of the bedroom. He assumes you heard him yell and want to grant him privacy. Steve doesn’t know you want to talk to Wanda in private.

“Fuck!” Sam curses, tosses his phone onto the backseat. “He’s out of his mind! How can our best man, the one bringing a whole Empire down, fall for a girl, and lose his mind?”

“Chill, Sam. Stevie deserves a nice girl by his side. We will bring Brock down without the girl. Pietro gave us his statement, just like his sister. We have the video and it’s only a matter of formalities.” Bucky stretches his legs groans low as Sam shakes his head.

“We thought so last time too, Bucky. Do I have to remind you what happened last time? Your solo run cost you an arm, do you want to give him the other too?” Sam’s jaw ticks, remembering the fear in your eyes. “The girl is already in too deep.”

“Sam, we can keep her out of the shit.” 

“In the past, we tried to keep the other witnesses out of this shit too, Bucky! If I recall right, we lost all of them. If Steve messes up, and he will, as Y/N is scared of cops then she will run to her brother.” Sam’s voice rises with every word leaving his lips.

“I don’t think she would run to her brother. Not after she got to know her nightmares weren’t bad dreams. Y/N is a smart girl, Sam. Now let’s calm the fuck down and find a way to tell the girl her brother is a piece of shit.” Bucky exhales.

“First, we need to make her see that we are not the bad guys, Bucky. You did not see her reaction when we mentioned cops. Pure unadulterated fear was in her eyes, James.”

Sam pushes his car to its limit. “I should be the one telling her so. I don’t think she will trust Steve any longer…”

“I don’t care about your shit, agent whatever your name is! I want to call my best friend!” Wanda throws a vase at Clint, glaring at him as he tried to take her phone. “Give me my phone or I swear I’ll not cooperate.”

“You can’t call her right now, Ms. Maximoff. I promise in a few hours she’ll call you. I need to make sure Ms. Y/L/N is safe.” Clint tries to calm Wanda but she’s too worried to remain calm.

“She’s in danger! Brock was after me to find her! Do you know what he’ll do to get her and even worse, what he will do if he finds my friend?” Yelling at Clint Wanda pokes one finger into his chest. “She all alone!”

“Ms. Maximoff, Y/N is not alone. She’s safe and sound. I can assure you she’s not in danger at the moment.” Clint tries once again to calm Wanda, but she narrows her eyes before attacking him with her hairbrush.

“That guy is a social worker, you idiot! How can he defend my girl?” 

“He’s one of our best…” Wanda takes a step backward, not believing Steve lied to you. “Steve will protect your friend. According to Sam’s report, he likes her…a lot.”

“Likes her…right.” Silently sitting onto the bed Wanda feels her throat tighten. “I need to be sure she’s safe. Give me five minutes. Please…”

“I’ll give you five minutes. No talking about your whereabouts or Brock. Sam and Steve will pour her in today, okay. Just tell her you are alright and nothing else.” 

“Wanda…Babe…I…” Giggling you take a deep breath. “I did it! He was…and…god. He’s all muscles and musk. When he touches me, my body vibrates and he…he made me cum with his fingers, and tongue and…” Your smile fades as your friend is not her usual bubbly self.

“Wanda? Babe…what’s wrong?” Falling to your knees you cover your mouth with one hand to make sure Steve can’t hear you. “Are you…are you sure, Wanda? Is there no doubt?”

Tears slip down your cheeks and you need all your strength to not grab his shotgun and shoot him. “He said Steve is one of their best. That he’ll protect me until Sam comes here?”

Your hands shake while your heart clenches in your chest. 

“How could you have sex with me? How could he use me to get hold of Brock? I was right…all cops are monsters. Hold on, Wanda. I’ll come and get you. We will get out of this and then, I’ll never have to think about Steve Rogers ever again…”

“Y/N? Doll, are you ready for breakfast?” Opening the door to the bedroom Steve gasps as you ram the handle of his shotgun into Steve’s face.

“I am not your doll you piece of shit!” Spitting into Steve’s face as he tries to get back up you try to hold back the sobs. “I knew all cops are bastards, monsters. I thought I can trust you…” 

“Doll! Wait, I can explain.” Unlocking the shotgun, you aim it toward Steve’s head. 

“You can explain shit, Steve. You fucked me! You used me to get hold of my brother and now you tell me you can explain the situation.” Tears run down your face freely as you step away from Steve.

“I lied, that’s true but I love you, Y/N. Please believe me that…” The handle of the gun hits Steve’s face again and he loses consciousness. 

“You are not better than Brock. He would’ve forced me and you…you used false words and tricked me to get me into your bed. Disgusting bastard…”

When Steve wakes he’s handcuffed to the heater. His head is pounding but the worst is, you are gone. Most of your belongings are still in the bedroom but your jacket, purse, and one duffle bag are gone.

“Steve? Steve where the heck…” Stopping in his tracks Bucky looks at Steve with wide eyes. “What happened?”

“She found out…” Steve’s eyes fill with tears as he looks at Sam. “She’s gone, Sam. We need to find her. You need to find her…please…”

“I am on it. Let me call Natasha and Scott. They are on their way to join us. Leave this to us, Steve. You should call Wanda and ask her if there’s a place Y/N would go to.”

“I can’t lose her, Sam. Please.” Steve’s voice trembles as he takes the phone out of Sam’s hands. “I love her…”

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