"“Yessir,” the Soldier whispers, and damned if he doesn’t bare his fucking throat. Brock can feel his heart shaking through his chest."
OMG BLESS YOU
This line makes me feel physically uncomfortable in my clothes. I ADORE the fact that the Soldier has apparently decided Rumlow is fit to be his alpha/master/whatever, this is SO dirtybadwrong in the best of ways.
Re: Fill: Pedigree (10/?)
OMG BLESS YOU
This line makes me feel physically uncomfortable in my clothes. I ADORE the fact that the Soldier has apparently decided Rumlow is fit to be his alpha/master/whatever, this is SO dirtybadwrong in the best of ways.