#brock rumlow smut

[itwasthereaminuteago]

I come bearing slutty thoughts.

Imagine Rumlow coming home from a mission where he got hurt and in that moment, all he could think about is not returning to you.

And ehm... when he gets home, he shows you just how much he loves/needs you 😜

(I hope this won't get flagged 🤣)

Alrighty sweet stuff, it's finally here (so sorry about the wait)! Good god he's a beast isn't he? Happy Sunday to you I hope 😁

|| Kissed by Death ||

Brock Rumlow x female reader

Tags/warnings: just love and (unprotected but on BC) smutty appreciation.

He didn't call, didn't think to let you know he would be back today, tonight. His mind was solely on a single track, focused on his own one mission.

With the water running over your ears when you're washing your hair you don't hear him come in, only gasping as you suddenly feel hands on your waist and the press of his body against your back.

“Brock!” You turn in his arms, not only surprised to see him home but also still almost fully clothed under the spray of water. “You're back, I wasn't expecting-” your warm smile only lasts a moment as you take in the pained look on his face, excitement turning to concern. “Oh my god, what's wrong? Are you hurt?” You ask, scanning his form for anything obvious, your worry only increasing at his continued silence. “Brock, please tell me.”

Out in the field that day he'd almost fucked up. A literal gnats ball hair away from getting his head blown off because he had been too cocky, too sure of himself in a dangerous situation that the near brush with death had knocked sense back into him with the force of a blow from a sledgehammer. It was the sense that he might not be able to come back home to you again if he acted that way again. That vile feeling had twisted in his guts, gripped him hard and mercilessly, the singular thought that he could lose you driving him to you as fast as possible once the mission was over. No other members of his STRIKE team had witnessed what had happened and so didn't question him bursting straight out of the briefing room after giving the absolute bare minimum communication necessary. He felt like he'd taken you for granted up until now. Felt like a failure. He needed you now. Craved your grounding touch, the feel of your soft skin against him, your mouth on his to remind himself how lucky he was to still be alive.

He lifts a hand to your face, cupping the side of it as his bourbon-brown eyes rake slowly over your nakedness as if he's seeing you for the first time. You let out a muffled whimper as he leans in, kissing your lips with such fierce desperation that you're panting hard when he eventually lets you surface for air and guides you both out of the spray of water. You help him when he begins to strip, your fingers slipping over the buckles and snaps as you both work in-between breathless clashes of your mouths to rid him of his tactical gear that is eventually flung into a wet heap in the corner of the bathroom. He's sucking possessive marks into the skin of your neck up with you pinned against the wall as you palm his thick length through his sodden boxers, trying to tug them down at the same time as he's reaching between your thighs with eagerness making you moan at his sure touch.

You touch him too, your hands skimming over his wet skin feeling him flinch slightly as you explore and find the inevitable fresh bruises and cuts with dismay.

“Brock,” you gasp out as his lips cover your face with kisses and he carefully slides his fingers between your folds, gathering your slick arousal and dragging it up and over your sensitive bud. The words almost catch in your throat as you question him.

“Brock, talk to me! What happened? You're scaring me…please!” you grab hold of his wrist to stop him.

He’s gruff but quiet as he finally answers, eyes dark, almost black and you recognise the deep need in that gaze. “Sorry I scared ya baby, don't you worry. I just had to see you, couldn't wait.”

You nod and slowly release him, knowing that he'll tell you when he's ready, and instead of pushing any further you arch your body into him as he drops down to his knees propping your leg over his shoulder as he puts his mouth on you. Your fingers grasp to hold on to something, anything for balance as his tongue delves between your folds, lapping and licking, curling up inside to savour your sweet taste. He's never going to let you fall, supporting your ass with his big hands as you lose yourself in the feel of his mouth working you up and up, the sensation only made more intense by the shower steam slicking your bodies. Your head thunks back against the wall as Brock flicks the firm tip of his tongue over and around your throbbing clit taking you higher and closer to a crescendo, your thighs quivering around his face. He's looking up at when you open your eyes and look down at him, listening to your moans and whines and watching your mouth drop open when he pushes two fingers up inside your tight walls and fucks you with them.

“Baby you gotta come for me, please, please baby you're so fucking good to me… I wanna make you feel so good-” his mouth is back on you, thick fingers curling gently as he draws them back out of your cunt and then straight back in. Each thrust of them almost punches the air out of your lungs as he takes you right up to that sweet edge.

He groans loud with you against your core as you let go, feeling you squeezing and creaming around his fingers, licking it all up as you pant and shake with the intensity. When he carefully lets you down, you circle your arms around his neck, pulling him in and holding yourself up on wobbly legs at the same time as you taste yourself on his lips. He's still hard and heavy against your stomach, swearing under his breath as your fingers then wrap around his length and slowly start to move your hand up and down.

“Let me take care of you, now.” your soothing voice melts into his ears. But that's not how it's supposed to go. He's the one that's gotta show you what you mean to him, how you're the only damn thing on his fucked up brain when it comes down to the dirt and blood of it all. He stops you, scoops you up in his arms and out of the bathroom into the bedroom, fuck the fact you're both dripping wet he doesn't give a shit about the sheets all he cares about is you.

“You need to know,” Brock's tone is level and serious as he lays you down on the bed. “you got to know you're everything to me, yeah? Everything.”

You gently rake your hand through the top of his hair where it's longer, curling your hand around the back of his head and lightly scratching your nails at the shorter shaved parts. He's not yet admitted to you how he really feels, that he has this love for you, it's raw and new, but it's definitely real.

“I know, baby.” you assure him, pulling him closer. You're so sweet for him, better than he deserves as you lay back and guide him inside you.

“Brock-” the warmth of your breath brushes his neck and he dips his head down to kiss your shoulder, listening to the way your breathing hitches as he sheathes himself all the way to the hilt.

“Oh fuck doll, feels so-” Brock makes a sound you've never heard him make before, almost a whimper as you move your hips up to meet his slow thrust. You clasp your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him close to you as you move as one, your skin still damp from the shower. You hum in agreement, your parted lips slotting perfectly together, still tasting yourself on his tongue as it tangles lazily with your own.

The muscles of his arm are obvious as he holds most of his weight above you, his free hand caressing it's way up the side of your body, the rough pad of his thumb rolling over your peaked nipple. Your back arches and you hike your leg up higher and lock it around him as he keeps on rolling into you at a steady pace that's already got you well on your way to seeing fireworks. It's not a rare thing that he's so tender with you, far from it, but the Brock you see at work is the completely opposite side of the coin and every time you're together this way you can't help but feel special. He bares himself to you, makes you feel like a goddess, gives you more than you could ever ask for. And he feels exactly the same way. He must have had some dumb luck that you fell for him just as he did for you. He's always been seen as a bit of an asshole, most weren't quick to trust him, but not you. You trusted him with your life and that's why he was home this instant with you. You kept him on track, had seen something in him that must have been worth sticking around for, and he was intending on spending all the time he could making sure that was true.

“Thought I was a fucking goner today,” he grits out, “I was a fucking idiot.”

Your eyes snap back open at his confession, searching him for more.

“Brock, you're here, you're okay, that's all that matters.”

“But I need you doll, need to be with ya and that can't happen if I wind up dead.”

You grab his face in your hands, focusing his attention again. “Then don't die.” You tell him, giving him a smile before you kiss him deeply.

He shakes with a burst of laughter and then as you lean up and graze your teeth over his jaw hisses with pleasure. He grins, his hand cupping your jaw, watching as your eyes flutter closed when he fits his hand around your neck with a tiny amount of pressure, just the way you like it.

“Mm, that's my good girl.” Brock praises with a husky whisper, moving his hips faster now pushing a desperate mewl of his name from your lips. “So good for me, don't deserve you…”

You can feel your second orgasm building, moaning out as Brock shifts his hand down your body to reach between you and rub his slick fingers over your clit.

The sound of you purring his name under him and the telltale twitch of your thighs draws him right along with you, pulling his cock almost all the way out of your pussy before plunging back deep inside. As you start falling apart around him he snaps his hips faster, shallower until you're clenching and squeezing over and over and he gives you everything he's got, releasing inside your soft heat with a deep moan of your name.

You're both panting as he carefully withdraws and rolls to your side, and as you half drape yourself over his spent body, you can't help smiling as you peck his cheek, turning his face towards you and kissing him over and over.

“Thanks for coming back to me.”

He lets go of a relieved sigh, like the weight of his guilt has been lifted by you saying that.

“I'll keep comin’ back, baby. Don't you worry.”

[fluffyprettykitty]

Happy summer sleepover my lovely Selene! ☀️

Now you know how much I love my Billy BUT! I do also love me some Brock Rumlow soooooo I was thinking exercising with him, like boxing or MMA type workout? That leads to a shower and goes from there? Whatever strikes your fancy (if it strikes your fancy. 😄)

Pretty please and thank you!

🌹

pairing: trainer!Brock Rumlow x female reader

words: 400

a/n: thank you so much my beautiful friend for entrusting me ;)

"Good, good, one more punch."

You strike him again, fast and swift just like he taught you and he praises you once again, making you smile.

"Your progress, man.." Brock Rumlow, your trainer and the owner of the boxing gym you frequented shook his head looking at your figure. "It's incredible, the best goddamn thing I've ever seen." He looks straight into your eyes, something that he loved to do and you smiled at him thanking him.

"It's all you, you know."

"Trust me, I've been doing this for years, It's all you."

The way he said caused a sparkle in your body and you couldn't help but feel a heat rising inside you.

"We're done, you can shit the shower." He winked at you and proceeded to help you take off your gloves.

For months now, you counted the minutes till you could come for a workout, always asked for a private session, and groaned whenever he wasn't available. This was almost the case today, you had a fixed hour but he couldn't make it, he called you and asked you to please wait for another hour and he'd be there.

And he was right like he said.

"You should let me make it up to you, making you wait like that." Brock said as he escorted you to the locker rooms.

"You don't have to, you got a busy schedule, it's alright with me. My shift starts at seven, I still got plenty of time to get ready."

"Seven, huh?"

"Well, more like eight, I got one hour of commute first."

"Right. How about then..." He trails off looking at you as he pushes the door of the vip bathroom open, he always allowed you to shower in the trainers' room. "I help you loosen up before work."

"How would that happen?"

"Special massage offer."

"Oh right? Is that extra pay?"

"On the house."

"Oh special treatment."

"Hydro friendly massage."

"Ooooh."

He pulls the glass door of the shower open urging you inside.

"Top service, never had any complaints."

You smirked. "Constructive criticism only builds morale."

"Maybe you can teach me a thing or two."

"Or several."

You got in the shower, you never made it to your shift on time.

[buckyseternal]

rumlow with the letter Y please and thank you

I actually really like this one and I love writing for rumlow 👀 (and let’s just pretend that he’s not hydra for the sake of me staying sane) prompt: yearning – how much/often do they like to get frisky? warnings: unprotected sex, fingering (f rec), mutual masturbation, squirting, public sex, light exhibitionism 18+ only, minors DNI

Rumlow is someone who likes to fuck. the man is insatiable. you could be walking around your apartment, making a cup of tea in some old, oversized t-shirt and your sleep shorts, and seeing you reach up for a mug would just set him off. the next thing you’d know, he’s right behind you with his large hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin, pressing his obviously hard cock against your ass. times like these where it happens spontaneously and you’re all alone, it’s all giggles and smiles and playfully telling him to stop, while he just leaves trails of kisses down your neck, shoulders, back, chest, wherever he can reach. he’d pull your panties to the side to waste no time burying himself in you in one solid motion.

other times though, it’s not so private. just finishing with some training, you’re walking to the locker room and showers to freshen up. it’s empty in the whole room, and you turn the shower on before stripping and closing the curtain for a bit of privacy. it doesn’t last long though, rumlow slipping in behind you.

your eyes widen, taking in his naked form in front of you when you turn around. “Brock, you can’t- what are you-”

“didn’t think I’d miss a chance to be with my girl, huh?” he pulls you close, lips attaching to your neck in the spot that sends shivers down your spine.

“you can’t- someone could walk in,” you try to protest, but it’s no use. the man is on a mission, and nothing could stop him.

you soon became lost in his presence, lips meeting his in a fiery kiss. his tongue pushed past, kissing you like his life depended on it. you moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling his fingers trail down and start to rub your clit. your hand came down to grab his cock, already half hard, and you could feel him growing with each stroke you gave him.

his fingers slipped past your clit, toying with your opening and eventually plunging in as deep as he could with the angle he was at. your head fell back, resting on the tile of the shower wall as your pussy fluttered around his fingers.

“need you,” you breathed out, not wanting to cum anywhere except his cock in that moment. spinning you around, he pressed you to the wall before pushing into you, groaning at the pressure.

“fuck, so tight. always so tight for me,” he managed to say through gritted teeth. he began to set a fast pace, one of his hands gripping your hip to keep you in place for him and the other hand next to your head. you could see the veins in his arms as it flexed beside you, no doubt he was trying to hold back.

small whimpers came out of your mouth with each thrust, but then you heard it. two women had walked into the locker room, talking and laughing about something that had happened earlier on in the day.

“wait- Brock, we have to-” his hand clamped over your mouth, but he didn’t let up. if anything, he was fucking into you harder than before.

“just gonna have to keep those pretty sounds in. wouldn’t want them to hear you,” you clenched down at that. he chuckled, a devilish, almost cruel sounding chuckle like he had something in mind. “oh you like that, huh? like the idea of someone walking in on us fucking in the shower, watching us. watching you come apart on my cock. you’d like that, wouldn’t you baby? dirty fucking slut.”

at that moment, he made it his mission to make you cum, hard. keeping one hand clamped around your mouth to stifle your moans, his other hand came down to lift your leg up, gripping underneath your thigh. your eyes practically rolled back into your head when he did, the new position making him fuck impossibly deeper into you. you tried your best to hold the moans in, but his cock was sliding in and out of you so easily with the water trailing down your bodies and the slick that basically poured out of you from the whole situation, and it all made you extra sensitive.

“better quiet down, sweetheart, I think they heard you,” he nipped at your ear, sucking and leaving marks all on your neck. he was getting close, but he could feel the way your pussy tightened around him like a vice at the very concept of the women hearing you across the locker room.

he angled his cock to hit your sweet spot, hearing your choked whimpers each time he thrust into you. your orgasm hit you hard, your hands pressing into the shower wall, trying to grab a hold of anything you could. you could feel him continue to press into that same spot, and could feel yourself gush around him, the liquid leaking down your leg.

“there you go, let it out. look at you, squirting for me, so goddamn- fuck,” he buried himself in you deep, practically growling in your ear as he came. you could feel his cum fill you, watch it drip down your thighs and mix with the shower water.

he let your other leg down and made sure you were steady to stand up, pressing kisses to your back and shoulders as his hands ran along your waist and stomach. you felt dizzy almost, the steam from the hot shower mixing with your post-orgasmic haze as you turned around and looked up at him, getting on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“you ruined my shower,” you whispered, smiling up at him.

he chuckled. “I probably ruined those two agents’ days too. It was worth it.”

[nekoannie-chan]

The best birthday

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female!Reader X Brock Rumlow.

Word count: 524 words.

Summary: No summary, PWP.

Warnings: PWP, smut, NSWF, oral sex (given and received, male and female), threesome, double penetration, slightly humiliation.

A/N: This is my gift to @saiyanprincessswanie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISSY!

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You felt Brock's hand on your thigh, caressing it with a slowness that indicated you were beginning to feel desperate; you needed his hand somewhere else. Steve put his hand on your cheek, then brought your face closer, kissed you, and caressed your lip with his tongue to get inside.

As Brock's hand kept moving up your inner thigh, he started stroking you over your pants, causing you to moan.

Steve continued to kiss you while placing his hands on your breasts, focusing on your nipples.

Brock took off your pants; you weren't going to need them. With one finger, he began to make small circles around your clitoris; after a while, he introduced one finger and then another.

"I think she's ready, Cap," Brock said, pulling his fingers out. "Look at her, she's so wet."

Steve laughed and nodded, knowing they'd make you even wetter. Brock settled on the couch and put you on top; you felt him going inside you, while Steve made you bend down a little, pulling his dick out so it was in front of your face; you saw he was fully erected and started to lick it, then you put it in your mouth, and Steve started to fuck your mouth.

Brock grabbed your hips to control the speed more easily.

Steve stopped you and pulled it out of your mouth. He carefully made you straighten up, making you feel the penetration deeper and moan more. He went down and started to lick your clitoral area. You stirred; it felt so good. They knew how to please you. You started to tremble when you felt the first orgasm.

"Tell us what you want," Steve ordered you, holding your face with a little force to lift it, which made you feel excited again.

"I need both of you," you answered, your breath still heaving.

"You need us? What do you want us to do?" Brock whispered in your ear as he licked and continued down your exposed neck.

"Inside me..." you moaned again.

The two men looked at each other and smiled. Brock turned you over, leaving your ass exposed so Steve could enter. You started moaning again as Steve started to enter, but Brock shut you up by sticking his fingers in your mouth.

"You're a good girl; you take us so well," Brock said.

For the next few minutes, all you could hear was the sound of skin colliding and the moans of the three of you as beads of sweat slid down your skin and the smell of sex flooded the room. Steve kissed your back as you dug your nails into Brock's shoulders.

You started screaming out both of their names as your next orgasm approached, and you just hoped your screams didn't alarm the neighbors like last time, as it had been very awkward explaining to the police what had happened. That didn't matter to you after a few seconds because you were having the best orgasm of your life.

"So, did you like your birthday present?" Steve asked you a few minutes after you finished fiddling.

"What do you think?" you answered, laughing

[hainethehero]

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that. I know that look kid, you're not as subtle as you think. Not when it comes to this anyway."

"What's this?"

"Heat. Lust. Whatever your generation would've called it. You may be able to mask expressions out on the field but with this? You're practically panting for it."

"Brock I- ..."

"I've been in this game a long time kid. We don't mix business with pleasure."

"I'm not a kid."

"Twenty six compared to forty nine? I'd say you're still a baby, Rogers. What's worse is.. if the rumors about you are true."

"What rumors?"

"That you're a virgin. Never had sex with a woman, much less with a man. Or did your pal Buchanan take care of it for ya?"

A pause.

"You're trying to shake me off? By mentioning him?"

"I'm doing this for your own good pretty boy."

"My own good? I'm not innocent-"

"You're jailbait. You're America's sweetheart."

"You won't tarnish my reputation, Rumlow. And besides, I thought you didn't do relationships? That's not what I'm lookin for."

"Do you even know what you're looking for? Hm? You think i want a relationship? You think one romp in the sack is gonna satisfy someone like you?"

"What d'you mean someone like me?"

"I've seen the looks Rogers. I've seen the look in your eyes, when you're desperate for it. Thirsty for it. When you want a man's touch so bad it makes you look stupid. You like it when we train together, like giving me the upper hand. Like giving me your back, all the time. Can't even stifle the little sounds out of your mouth. So needy, you could cry from it."

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat, squeezing his thighs together for some friction as Brock's words leave him hot under the collar.

"So? If you're not looking for a relationship then we should both be fine."

Brock huffs but he doesn't look amused. "One fuck ain't gonna satisfy a man like me, sweetheart. I don't wanna hold your hand through this. I will fuck you up. I'll make you so desperate for it, you'll beg me on your knees for more. You won't be able to go a day without it. A day without wanting- needing, my cock in you. Wanting to feel owned. Feel like you can't move, can't touch yourself until I tell you you're allowed to."

Steve's eyes go dark, plush lips falling open to pant quietly from across the table.

"Look at you, already gone."

"I want it." Steve whispers, a mournful sound.

[tikus-library]

"Heathen"

Avengers AU - One Shot

Characters: Brock Rumlow x reader

Posted: April 17th

WARNINGS: sex, smut, a little rough kissing, cursing

A/N: has some time on my hands after work and somebody once said they wanted Brock smut...? Maybe that was just me? Lol

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

“WHAT the fuck is your problem Rumlow?!” You growled, the team quieting as you turned to face him.

“Everybody get the fuck out,” he growled leveling you with a glare, one that made enemies wither on the battlefield, one that had you grimacing as you lifted your chin in defiance, tired of his bullshit.

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[buckyalpine]

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​ 

[cyberneticasset]

Continuation of this[Ao3]

Notes at the end!

<3

God fucking dammit

Brock got the news right as he was about to take the first sip of his coffee.

It was supposed to be a.. Relaxing morning— His team was supposed to be running drills, making sure the Asset was in working order— Routine maintenance.

He was supposed to be sitting back, drinking his coffee, and supervising.

Now he had to go fix whatever mess they made.

“Why the muzzle?” Brock tilted his head, looking at the four men in front of him— The Soldier, escorted by the three men left on his team.

“Bite risk.” The one holding the Asset’s chain replied, eyeing the man uneasily. “We lost Esmond, Yates, and Fuller.”

Brock couldn’t help but close his eyes, running a hand down his face.

The other two were idiots— But Esmond? Fuck

Brock was looking forward to working with that one.

“He got too close,” The agent continued, “The Asset put his head basically through the far wall.”

All Brock could do was sigh, sadly shaking his head, “I’ll deal with him, go and clean up the mess outside.”

<>

“He was just a kid,” The already dark lines in the man’s face deepened, his voice barely a rasp.

“Three men.” He spat, the volume of his voice unchanging. “You got three of my men killed today.”

The Asset was a pathetic sight, even coated in gore. He stared blankly at the ground and Brock could see the muscles in his throat still twitching from the effects of the cattle prod.

He resisted the urge to curl his lip, as he watched the Asset’s head sink lower.

How was this the most feared assassin in history?

It almost made him sad, until he saw the look in the Soldier’s eyes.

Pure, unbridled hatred.. Rage blazed coldly in the Soldier’s eyes.

“You think you got one over on us, hm?” Brock half-regretted sending the rest of his team away, but he stepped forward, stun baton in hand. The Asset barely reacted, his gaze only flickering over to the weapon in his hand.

Brock’s fist across his cheekbone sent him stumbling back, though his balance was quickly regained— He saw the Asset brace against the ground and he set off the stun baton, “Not so fast.” He said, taking another slow step forward. “You’ve been thawed too long, and we still need you.”

One more step, the Asset stayed still, eyes locked to his.

“And we can’t use the chair to fix you,” Brock raised the baton, cocking his head to the side as he placed it under the Soldier’s jaw. “So this will have to do.”

He set it off once more, watching as the Soldier’s body locked up, his eyes rolling back in his head as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

“Будь еще,” Be still

The Asset did as instructed, settling down the rest of the way once he got control of his limbs again, because he had enough programming still in him or because he wasn’t completely braindead, Brock didn’t know, or care- He just knew he needed to get the Asset back in line.

And he wanted revenge.

Just a little warmup— That was fun! I’ve never written a Rumlow POV before

I also haven’t written ~*trash*~ in years, let alone smut, so I gotta work back up to that.

Prompts, ideas, and requests always open <3 [For Fic and Art]

[talia-rumlow]

NAVIGATION!

Welcome to my page. I know that I have been gone for a while now. But there's good reasons for that. Anyway, now I'm back, and ready to spam you with writing again.

Just to give you a tiny bit information about my changes. I do no longer write readers insert. Don't worry, I do still read them. I just found out how much I love making up these original characters, so I decided to continue doing so. I have some One-Shots in progress, and I've finished the first two chapters of Home Sweet Home. I really hope you'll continue to read my work, even if there'll be some major changes.

As you probably already understand, this is a totally 100% new navigation. The reason for that is that I've developed so much as a writer since I started, that I felt the need to rewrite almost every single one of my stories. So here we go. I hope you enjoy my new writing style.

CHARACTERS I WRITE ABOUT!

I have a couple of favorite characters, that I tend to use in my various stories. Some more than others.

BROCK RUMLOW!

Brock Rumlow is by far my absolute favorite character. I love that man so much, and I just want to give him all the love in the world, which is why I write him into about 80% of my stories.

Want to read about Brock Rumlow? Take a look at my RUMLOW MASTERLIST!

ALVEY KULINA!

King Kulina is also a favorite of mine, and also a character I feel deserved so much more, so I'm determined to give him just that.

If you are a Kingdom/MMA fan, and want to read about Alvey Kulina. Take a look at my ALVEY MASTERLIST!

JAMES "BUCKY"BARNES!

This is a character that has grown on me over the past year or so. I love how I can put him into scenarios that's unlike the MARVEL version of him.

If you feel the same way, you can take a look at my BUCKY MASTERLIST!

JACK ROLLINS!

I love Jack Rollins, I can't help it. I know he's kinda a side character in MARVEL, but still. I absolutely adore him.

If you want to follow Jack's adventures, you can check out my ROLLINS MASTERLIST!

More characters will be added as I go!

HAPPY READING!

@nekoannie-chan @late-to-the-party-81 @rip1009 @ladysif8

[moriartyyouwhore]

if I’m gonna have permanent bruises on my knees anyway… can they at least be from kneeling to blow Joel Miller

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Okay just tossing some ideas out of my head... TW for non consent:

The Winter Soldier is sent on a mission to take out a foreign diplomat, and it just happens that you are his target's security detail.

You're always there, always in the way, in his sights, scuppering every shot, foiling all his attempts.

Rumlow, his handler, is pissed off. They can't return to the Hydra base until this mission is successfully completed, so he goes undercover, gets an invite to a fancy gala dinner with all those bigwigs where he can get your attention, distract you.

And oh, how he distracts you. You're usually so focused on your job you have no time for socialising, nevermind dating, but somehow he's slick and tears your defenses right down, and quickly has you open and vulnerable in your hotel room just upstairs, minutes away from where the Soldier is drawing a knife across your charge's throat.

When he calls in to inform his handler, Rumlow instructs him to come up to the room, he's already got you pliant and fucked out, but as soon as you see the glint of that metal arm you realise what's happened, how stupid and careless you've been.

But it's too late, you're cuffed, gagged, and no-one knows where you are. How could you have been so reckless?

You tense even more as Rumlow beckons Bucky over to where he's got you all wrapped up and prone on the bed.

"Got a little present for you. I've already had my turn, hope ya don't mind sloppy seconds."

😵‍💫

[fluffyprettykitty]

Potentiality

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x shield agent female reader

Word Count: 1900 words

Outline: You have been training under Rumlow for a couple of months now, but he never seemed satisfied with your performance until you ask him why.

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21+. Rumlow is 40+), power play, pet names (kid, little girl), degradation, spanking, semi-public sex, humiliation, anal fingering, mirror sex, spit as lube, penetrative anal sex, come eating, ear biting, rough body play, generally rumlow is mean and rough.

Author's Note: This a little bit more unhinged and a little different that what I usually do but I'm really happy with it!

Main Masterlist ・❥・Brock Rumlow Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Shield headquarters, noon. 

You try to go faster, switching from every exercise effortlessly, acing every test and scoring better than anyone else in your class. Yet he was still not satisfied. You watched him as he shook his head after every movement, after every perfectly executed technique, even when everyone else gave you perfect scores, he only sighed and told you ‘ he expected better from you.’

Brock Rumlow was your boss and trainer, a tall, chiseled, broad-chested, and brunette man who looked absolutely menacing. You had joined the shield academy only a year ago but your progress and your talents were quickly noted so you ended up here today getting trained by him. 

But he didn’t seem impressed with you. 

Not at all.

Not even in the slightest. 

He always had some sort of complaint, some kind of observation to make. 

Today you were feeling frustrated, utterly and utterly frustrated. When he picks up his files to walk outside the training room, you call after him, grabbing his arm. 

It only takes one quick movement from him, to hold you by your throat and push you against the wall. Something about this sudden burst of power had your legs closed together. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t dreamt of him every night and day since you two had first met.

“What do you want, kid?” 

You struggle a little under his strong grip, gazing deep into his almost dark eyes. You love being in this exact position but you can’t let him know.

“I want another chance. You know I aced that stupid test. “

He rolls his eyes and lets you go, turning around with a chuckle.

“Hey, you know I’m good, stop ignoring me!”

“You’re good. Sickeningly so. But there’s zero original bone in your body. Very predictable and not at all spontaneous or innovative. Unfit for any mission.”

He doesn’t even turn to look at you as he presses the elevator button, the doors opening for him to get it. 

“I am not predictable!” You protest and walk after him inside the elevator.

“You are the most fucking predictable person I’ve ever had the displeasure to meet.” He announces and turns around staring at the door, pressing his floor button, and setting his bag between his legs. 

You are seething, heat rising in all of your body and that’s when you reach out for the stop button. Once you press it, he manhandles you again, grabbing you by your shirt at the back of your neck and pushing your body against the elevator mirror, your bag falling off your shoulder to the ground.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You realize you let out a moan when he does so, only when you hear him chuckle.

“You’re unfit for any mission because simply you are just too horny.” He smirks as he says so, and you can see it against the foggy mirror.

“No, I’m not!”

“You are going to deny that? What you think that I am stupid and I can’t understand when a little girl has her little pussy in a twist for me?”

Oh, it sounds like music in your ears. You feel both a wave of desire and a wave of embarrassment washing over you. His hand on your back moves further down to your ass cupping it.

“You think I don’t know how soaking wet your pretty pussy must be right now?” His hand feels big and rough against the thin fabric of your training shorts and he begins to rub the palm of his hand against your ass line. “Bet she will be much nicer to me than you are.”

“I…” You wanna say something, you wanna protest, you wanna beg him to touch you more but you also don’t want to seem so desperate, so you stay like this, arching your back for him, praying he is going to touch you more.

“I don’t really care about your pussy.” He circles your asshole with his middle finger, feeling so big against your now responding hole, his ear so firm against yours, hot breath feeling your mouth. 

“I want that ass that can’t seem to stop begging for attention. Tell me do you think I don’t know you ordered a suit a size smaller? That you bend and lean down and shove your ass down anyone’s faces?” He chuckles. “So fucking desperate for attention. Can’t find any pathetic little boy to fuck you?”

“No-no…” You whisper, your hands keeping your body from crashing against the mirror.

‘’Pathetic.” He bites your earlobe as he pushes his finger down your asshole over your fabric. “Wearing the tiniest fucking thongs so I can look it. Do you think I like desperate girls?”

“I…” He rips the fabric apart and then spanks your ass hard.  “No, I fucking don’t.” His movements suggest otherwise though, he spits on your ass, as it’s perking up for him and so he begins to circle your asshole with his finger round and round and round until he pushes it inside and starts moving it inside and out.

“You ever been fucked in the ass before?” It’s very obvious what his favorite place to fuck is.

“Yes.” You moan out, the pleasure is going to your head already. 

“Of course, you have, you little whore.” He pushes the finger deeper inside you scissoring it around. It feels so good, you shut your eyes as he seems to be setting a rhythm, scissoring you around with two of his fingers until is finally time. 

You hear the sound of a package being ripped off and you momentarily wonder if he ever thought about fucking you before. Why was he walking around during a training session with condoms in his pocket? 

Your eyes must look confused inside the mirror as he decides to explain but you can’t help but feel a sting of jealousy. Maybe he was planning to fuck someone else.

“I like clean things. I am a man of tideness.” He smiles at you through the mirror and then places the condom on his length, spreading the pre-cum down the length of it first. He looks big and lengthy and you know he definitely doesn’t wear underwear either. 

He keeps his hands firm on your hips as he pushes his cockhead inside, praising you for your tightness in his own way. 

“Damn I never thought a little whore could be so tight. Knowing how you looked at me like that, I thought you’d be fucking yourself with every dildo you can find.”

Looks like he has never been inside your room thankfully. Your little dildo collection was ever-growing. 

Then he gets brutal and meaner. He started slower pushing his cock inside you, allowing you to adjust, but once he knew you could take him, he grab you by the back of your shirt again and pushed you down on the floor. You struggled to keep your hands still but you know this was his punishment for your alleged non-existent spontaneity. 

He is big, and he can overpower you easily. Gripping your waist tightly as he thrusts hard and fast inside your, raising his shirt up with his hand and gripping it with his teeth, obviously wanting to watch his cock swallowed by your ass. Your pussy was dripping on the floor and so far he hasn’t made any movements towards it or even looked at it. You wanted to protest about it but you knew he wanted to punish you for something. 

He keeps it like that fast and rough and animalistic, fucking you like how you deserved to for not being good enough. According to him. And then he pulls out and pushes you against the floor, turning you around to face him.

Finally, you think to yourself and reach out to kiss him. He responds to it and it feels passionate and hungry and sticky until he pushes you away from his lips. He grabs your legs, places them on his shoulders, and pushes his cockhead inside your asshole again, ignoring your pussy completely. 

You try to balance yourself on your hands, and you admire how utterly gorgeous he looks like that, with sweat dripping down his neck and his face getting redder. You were very happy you were the one responsible for that. 

You also knew that he kept you like this cause it would be difficult for you as well to touch your pussy. His thrusts went back to slow motion, as he looked at you, waiting for you to budge or to beg. 

Little did he know that you loved getting fucked anyway, every way. 

He pushes your shirt up, revealing your breasts to him finally and he shakes his head when he sees them. “Were you pulling your nipples desperately hoping you’d get to fuck me?”

“How!” He cuts you off by slamming his body against yours and then picking up a very fast pace. He was rough, his hands grabbed your waist, as he watches now your breasts jiggling fast up and down with his movement. Your hole felt incredibly tight for him and he knew he was getting close to finishing. 

“You wanna cum too?” He bites his bottom lip as he is using your body for his pleasure and you nod desperately as you finally utter the one word he longed to hear. 

“Oh, please, please, please, let me cum.” 

By the way, he laughs, you know very well you shouldn’t have said that. And with a few more slow strokes, he shoots his seed inside the confinement of the condom, and you can feel it as it makes you feel warmer. Your pussy is desperately wet and aching, as you are watching him finish and twitch his neck and his body tremble above you.

“Pathetic. Fucking pathetic.” He scoffs and pulls his cock out, your legs trembling as he pushes them down, he takes the condom off, as you are settling on the floor watching him, and throws it at you. Confused you take it between your hands and stare at the liquid. You can taste it. You don’t need permission. 

Brock is breathing heavily as he sits next to you, watching your movements. As you tilt your head back and raise your arm, to let the liquid fall in your mouth, he quickly presses his palm against your pussy. The cum starts falling inside your mouth as he rubs your clit making you cum with a loud groan of his name. 

His cum truly feels like heaven to you. He stays with you in the elevator cuddling you and kissing your forehead until you are ready to face the world again and he even fixes your clothes for you by lending you a second pair of trousers of his from his bag. 

When you both exit the elevator half an hour later, he shoots you a ‘do better’ and leaves for the higher-ups' offices. Momentarily you think about who he could possibly be fucking up there and for the rest of the day, you can feel him everywhere. 

The next day he goes back to ignoring you. Expect now you knew how to get his attention.

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[mylifeispainandiloveit]

My Perfect Baby

Brock Rumlow x gn!Reader

Word Count : 3,650

Summary : Reader gets kidnapped by Brock, he decides to have some fun while you can’t fight back.

Warnings : smut, 18+, cnc, chains as bondage, face slapping, gags, knife play, gun play, death threats but spicy, oral (m receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, aftercare, fluff, gentle brock, Brock Rumlow is not hydra, pwp, fluffy ending.

A/N :  This is a con-noncon fic, the scene has been discussed prior to this fic and there is proper aftercare included. I think I've tagged everything but if I've missed anything please let me know. Cross posted from ao3, full fic under the cut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42701313

You wake up feeling like shit. Everything hurts, and your head is pounding from where you were hit with something metal. The first thing you notice is the cold, the chill seems to permeate through your clothes in the dark, damp, room. There’s a single light hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room making a low buzzing sound. With no windows you have no way to tell what time it is.

A cold pressure around your neck registers as a collar that must match the golden manacles fastened to your wrists and ankles. Attached to each manacle is a heavy piece of chain connected to the wall behind you. There’s a plush looking chair near the door, and a set of drawers next to a steel surgical cart with just one shelf on it. Even as you stand up on shaky legs you can’t see what is on the shelf. The chains rattling must have alerted your captor to your movement, because only a few seconds later the door opens and a man walks in. He’s the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome; he’s also heavily armed, wearing full tactical gear and not wearing a face covering; which doesn’t bode well for you.

“I see sleeping beauty has decided to wake up.” He speaks while walking just a few steps into the room, the door thuds shut behind him. His voice sends shivers down your spine; gruff, taunting, and with an edge that screams of danger.

“W–where am I?” You try to gather some of your senses, your voice cracks, betraying how nervous you actually are.

“Where are you?” He taunts, “you’re right where I want you. And that's where you’ll stay”

“St- stay?” You ask hysterically. “You can't keep me here!” Absently you note that your mouth is dry and your throat clicks when you swallow.

“Hmmmm.” he walks toward you more, seemingly contemplating what you've just said. “Actually sweetheart,” now just a few feet from you, close enough to touch if you could you move your arms. “I think that you’ll find,” he reaches out, dragging a finger down the side of your face. You flinch back, pressed completely against the wall. “I can do whatever I want to.”

“No” You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping if you focus hard enough you could make yourself wake up. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh sweetheart, it's not what I want from you. It's what I want to do to you.” You can feel his breath on your neck from how close he is.

His words make you tremble, and stutter out “then wh- what do you want?”

He laughs, a dark chuckle that makes you squirm and press against the wall more. “Sweetie, I thought that was obvious” He pushes forward and when he’s flush against you, you can feel hardness pressing against your hip. He’s hard, you realize, he’s aroused., and now you understand what he wants.

“Wha- No. Why- I don't understand.” It’s a lie, you do understand. He wants you, he’s brought you here so he can fuck you. You’re just not sure how you’re supposed to react. Sure, this man is a stranger and he’s chained you to a wall in a room just so he could fuck you; but he is also absolutely your type and if he’d bought you a drink at a bar you’d have gone home with him happily. And maybe that's what the problem is, he is attractive but dangerous; although those aren’t really two separate things in your mind. A sharp pain across your cheek breaks you from your thoughts.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He grabs your face in one hand, the other on the wall near your head pinning you in place. “You know damn well what I want. You just want me to say it, dontcha?”

“No” You foolishly think maybe if he doesn’t say what he wants it won’t happen. “Don’t” His grip tightens on your jaw forcing you to be silent.

“I’m gonna fuck you. But you already knew that” He uses his grip on your jaw to force your head to nod. “Yeah I thought so, you’re just being a brat. You aren’t going anywhere until I release you.”

He lets go of your jaw, turns and walks to the set of drawers opening the top one while you catch your breath. Your shaky legs barely support your weight, but you refuse to fall to your knees in front of this man. He returns with a spider gag in his hand. You push further back against the wall and turn to press your cheek against it as well.

“No wait, don’t gag me, plea-” With one hand he grabs your hair and forces your head towards him, cutting off your pleas. He grips your jaw hard, forcing it to open enough so that he can shove the gag in your mouth. Once secured around the back of your head, he pulls on it to make sure it won’t come loose.

“There, that's better” He pats your still stinging cheek “Now you can just stand here and look pretty.”

He turns away heading towards the door this time, you let out a shaky sigh thinking he’ll leave you alone now. But instead of leaving, he sits in the plush chair and puts his feet up, content to sit and watch you try and keep yourself standing. It takes only a few minutes before your stubbornness is overruled by the weakness in your legs. You collapse to the ground, hitting your knees hard. When you think about it, you’re not sure when the last time you ate or drank was, you don’t know how long you were unconscious and you hadn’t eaten breakfast yet when someone broke into your apartment and hit you over the head.

He scoffs, “finally,” sounding like he was waiting for you to fall. Which you suppose he probably was. He gets up and moves back to the drawers opening the middle one this time, he pulls out a water bottle, opens it and walks toward you. This time, you don’t move to get up, he smirks at that.

“You’re learning, and that gets you a reward.” You’re not sure how water is a reward, unless he is going to withhold it from you if you fight back, which he could do. Not like you could do anything about it. He grabs your hair and forces your head back, then he pours the water directly into your mouth. You swallow it greedily at first, the cool water soothing your scratchy throat and dry mouth. But he doesn’t stop pouring it, you choke and cough and try to pull your head back. He lets you pull back but doesn’t stop pouring, instead he continues to pour the rest of the water onto your chest and lap.

He shakes his head and tsks at you, “You wasted perfectly good water and got it all over you. Now your clothes are all wet.” He reaches for something in his belt, and pulls out a long knife. Instinctively, you try to move to press yourself against the wall, but his grip on your hair doesn’t give you much room. Instead he yanks, pulling a yelp from you, and forces you to your feet.

“Now now, don’t move and this won’t hurt. We don’t want you getting sick now do we hmm?” His words do nothing to convince you that he won’t hurt you. He puts his knife right at your shirt collar and in one swift motion completely slices your shirt in half, then he moves to your waistband cutting down each leg to remove your pants. When you’re completely bare in front of him except for your shoes and the golden manacles pinning you to the wall, he hums appreciatively, eyes roaming your body now that he can really see it. He trails the sharp blade up the inside of your thighs, causing you to spread them in an attempt to get away from his knife. He pushes himself forward, slotting between your now open thighs, while he trails the blade up your sides stopping at the collar around your neck.

“This is much better isn’t it?” His voice sounds much rougher than before and you shiver, whether because of the chill air, the texture of his clothes pressed against your skin, or his voice you’re not really sure. “Look so good with nothing but a collar and a gag. Like my own little personal fuck toy.”

When you whine and try to pull away he only follows, pushing until you’re flush against the wall with his knife on your neck and his body against yours. “Yeah, don’t try and fight me. You’re mine now. Mine to do whatever I want to, and you’re not gonna stop me are you?” He tugs your hair making you shake your head no, and his knife cuts into your skin when your neck moves. You jolt, whimpering having not expected the sting of the blade.

He pulls back, moving his grip from your hair to your chest to keep you against the wall. He eyes where his knife was, entranced by watching the small drops of blood pool at the surface. Without warning, he pulls away completely, leaving you to stumble and try to catch yourself but failing and falling to the ground, once again landing hard on your knees. The coldness of the manacles is biting into your ass where you are forced to sit back on your ankles to avoid being so close to him. He puts the edge of the blade under your chin, lifting your head so you have to look at him. Your mouth is being held open by the gag, and at this point you’re face level with the bulge in his pants. He catches you staring and chuckles, a dark, rumbling thing.

“Like what you see sweetheart?” He’s obviously not looking for an answer, as he moves his other hand to unzip his zipper.

“Mn gnhm” You try to pull away, shake your head, move your arms to push him away, anything really, but your struggle is in vain. You can’t move at all.

He watches as you struggle, a smirk on his lips and palming himself through his tactical pants. It's clear to you that he is enjoying this.

“You know. If you stopped struggling this could actually be pleasant for you.” His voice is far too smug, betraying the cool exterior he is putting on. “Or, if you’re gonna keep struggling like a bitch I’ll just have to fuck you’re pretty little mouth.”

His words send a chill down your spine, instantly you freeze. Shaking your head, as far as the knife under your chin will let you, you look up at him silently pleading with him not to. A small whimper escapes your mouth, and he smiles a sharp grin that promises bad things.

“See. I knew you could listen.” The praise in his voice gives you hope that he’ll step back, remove his knife, something. But instead, he pulls his zipper down releasing his dick from his pants. You immediately start to squirm away again, without saying anything he quickly moves his knife and slashes a cut diagonally on your bicep. You gasp seeing blood immediately welling up at the surface, a drop makes a red track down your arm. He returns the knife to his belt, still holding his dick in his other hand, its red and dripping precum. He brings out a gun from the back of his waistband, you whimper in fear and slam your eyes closed refusing to look. For a second nothing happens, but then there is cold metal in your mouth and the taste of gunpowder on your tongue. Your eyes fly open to look at him, he’s got a self satisfied look on his face as he presses his handgun further into your unresisting mouth.

“Suck” He commands, it takes everything in you to resist the liquid temptation of his voice. You make a noise of protest which gets cut off by a gag as he shoves the gun until it hits the back of your throat. He pulls the gun out, leaving you coughing and gasping for breath but he doesn’t give you a chance to catch it, slamming the butt of the gun into the side of your head. Your head snaps to the side with the force of it, the pain radiating from the hit until your head spins. He grabs your hair and pulls you forward until you feel the head of his dick in your mouth and can taste the saltiness of his precum. When you try to pull backwards his grip on your hair tightens and you feel a cold, slightly wet, metal pressing to your temple.

“You’re not going anywhere. Now sit here and choke on my dick or I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.” His voice is ice cold, and you absolutely believe that he would kill you if you kept fighting. With that his hips thrust forward, and his dick hits the back of your throat. This time you were given enough warning to barely suppress your gag reflex, letting him fuck your throat. The gun presses harder against your temple, and tears begin to form in your eyes.

Looking down at you, he groans. “Fuck. I knew you’d be a good little whore for me. Maybe I should let my guys have a turn with you.” Tears start falling down your face as he continues to ruthlessly use your mouth and throat. You whimper at his words, both from the combination of praise and insult, and because you have no idea who his guys are, nor do you really want to find out.

You don't really know how long he continues like this, fucking your throat and spewing the filthiest and most threatening dirty talk you've ever heard. But eventually he speeds up, words turning into grunts and groans. He pulls out of your mouth, gun still pressed to your temple and takes himself in his other hand, jerking himself off in front of you. You've long since closed your eyes, tears spilling down your face. You wince as you feel warm liquid hit your face, a bit landing in your mouth with a salty taste. You quickly realize, he just came on your face, and now you can't even open your eyes. The cool metal recedes from your temple and his footsteps head towards the door. Not leaving, instead opening a drawer moving around a bit before walking back over to where you still sit on your knees trying to catch your breath.

A cool damp rag touches your face, you jump having not expected it. "Shh its alright sweetheart, I'm just cleaning you up."

He continues to wipe away a mix of his come and your tears. He reaches behind you and removes the gag, dropping it on the floor. Once you feel like you can, you open your eyes and are met with his face looking concerned. He has a water bottle and a bowl of fruit. He starts giving you small sips of the cold water to soothe your raw throat.

"How are you doing sweetheart?" He genuinely sounds concerned even though it doesn't feel like its been that long.

"I-Im okay," and now you get why he looks so worried because you definitely don't sound okay, panting out each breath and you have yet to stop crying. Tears silently continue to roll down your cheeks.

"Uhuh, sure baby. You want to get out of these chains now?" He asks, although he's already begun to unlock the chains from the wall. Not removing the manacles yet but giving you much more freedom to move.

Once the chains are released, you fall forward burying your face in his neck, arms still heavy from the chains wrapping around him. You hear a soft click and the weight on your ankles disappears, followed by your shoes and the sound of metal hitting the floor. He scoops up your shaking body carrying you to the chair. Gently, he sets you down moving away to grab the fruit bowl again, shushing you as you cry more from the loss of his presence.

"You're alright sweetheart. Here" he offers you a piece of mango, making sure you chew and swallow it okay. "There ya' go. My perfect baby. You did so good."

Sniffling and trying to stop your tears "g-good?"

"Yes sweetheart. You were amazing. So good for me." He coos as he wipes your face once again. "Thank you for this sweetheart. I love you so goddamn much."

"Love you t-too."

He unlocks the manacles from your wrists, taking each in his hand and rubbing where they have turned red and irritated. He continues to whisper soft praises while feeding you bites of food and sips of cool water.

Eventually he decides you're okay enough to be moved again. Picking you up bridal style you rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you out of the basement, up the stairs of the cabin and into the bedroom. He lays you down on the large, soft bed covering you with a fluffy blanket.

"I'll be right back sweetheart, I won't be far." He turns and walks into the bathroom and you hear the bath begin to fill. By the time he comes back you're drifting in and out of sleep.

"Aww” he coos at you, “Did I wear you out?"

"S'good" You feel pleasantly light and warm, almost like you're floating on a cloud.

He reaches toward your neck and begins removing the collar sitting there.

"Noooooo" you clumsily swat at his hands, "s'nice. Wan’ keep."

"You wan'na keep your collar on baby?"

You nod your head vigorously, making mumbeled noises of agreement.

"Alright sweetheart, you can keep the collar on for now" he soothes your hair back, untucking you from the blanket and begins to carry you towards the bathroom.

"Nnnoooooo, 'ts warmm" lightly smacking at his chest as you're taken from your warm coverings.

He chuckles at your whining "s'alright baby, we're gonna take a nice warm bath now." He lowers you carefully into the warm lavender smelling bath. You sigh, closing your eyes and sinking into the water.

You hear him undress, and then he slips into the bath behind you. Pulling you back so you're sitting between his legs, resting your back against his chest. "Hmmm" you sigh, pressing against him more and turning your head to try and bury it back in his neck.

You feel more than hear him chuckle as he begins to softly scrub your body. Taking special care of your wrists, knees, and ankles. You relax into his hold and allow him to take care of you. Drifting off to sleep again.

You're woken by him picking you up from the cooling bath, he dries you off carrying you back toward the bedroom. After he sets you on the edge of the bed, he crouches down settling on one knee as he carefully takes your face in his hand. Examining the marks he's left behind.

"That's gonna need some cream or it'll be a nasty bruise." He mumbles, more to himself than to you. He reaches around you and grabs a tube, squirting a substantial amount of cream onto his hand.

He begins to gently rub the cream onto your face, on one cheek and focusing mostly near your temple. Once the cream is rubbed in well enough he wipes his hand on a towel and reaches around you again. This time grabbing a smaller tube of something and some gauze. He quickly puts a small amount of the new cream-like substance onto both of the cuts. Making sure the whole cut is lathered before lightly tapeing the gauze over each one.

He picks you up again, moving towards the headboard. Pulling back the covers and laying you under them. He moves back to the foot of the bed, grabbing the supplies he had sat there and setting them on the nightstand before slipping into bed next to you.

"C'mere" he whispers as you begin to move towards him, coming to rest completely in his arms with your face laying on his shoulder. "You doin' okay baby?"

"Yeah, m'good. Can I have som'more fruit?"

"Of course" he reaches to the nightstand grabbing a small tray of different snacks and two more water bottles. "Here, why don't you drink more water too."

You grab one of the bottles, finding the cap already open, and take a long drink of it. While he grabs a slice of apple, bringing it to your lips for you to bite. He also pops a slice of apple into his own mouth and takes a swig of water.

You continue switching between being fed fruit slices and taking sips of water until all the fruit is gone and your water is empty. He sets the tray and your empty water bottles on the nightstand, dimming the lamp until the room is illuminated in a soft orange glow from the sunset. He turns back around, gathering you in his arms, slowly rubbing a hand up and down your back.

He presses a feather-light kiss onto the top of your head. "Rest for a lil' bit, I'll be right here when you wake up."

"Mmm, thank you Brock" you mumble into his chest, fully relaxed and already half asleep in his arms. "Love you"

He huffs out a laugh at your appreciative statement. "Love you too sweetheart."

You feel him begin to comb a hand through your hair, scratching lightly on your scalp. You fall asleep to his light breathing and soothing hands feeling safe and happy in his arms.

A/N : This is my first ever fic and smut I’ve wrote, I hope y’all enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is very welcome, but please don’t be mean or I’ll cry.

[nekoannie-chan]

El mejor cumpleaños

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora X Brock Rumlow.

Palabras: 518 palabras.

Sinopsis: Esto no tiene una sinopsis. PWP.

Advertencias: PWP, Smut, NSWF, sexo oral (dado y recibido, femenino y masculino), doble penetración, un poquito de humillación, trío.

N/A:  Esta es mi regalo para Missy. ¡Feliz cumpleaños!

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Sentiste la mano de Brock en tu muslo, como iba subiendo, acariciándolo con una lentitud que comenzabas a sentir desesperación, necesitabas su mano en otro lugar. Steve puso su mano en tu mejilla, luego acercó su rostro, te besó, acarició con la lengua tu labio para poder entrar.

Mientras la mano de Brock seguía subiendo por la parte interna de tu muslo, luego comenzó a acariciarte por encima de las pantis, provocando que gimieras.

Steve siguió besándote a la vez que ponía las manos sobre tus pechos, enfocándose en tus pezones.

Brock te quitó las pantis, no las ibas a necesitar, con un dedo comenzó a hacer pequeños círculos alrededor de tu clítoris, luego de un rato introdujo un dedo y luego otro.

—Creo que está lista, Cap —Brock dijo, sacó los dedos—. Mírala, está completamente mojada.

Steve rio un poco y asintió, sabía que harían que estuvieras aún más mojada. Brock se acomodó en el sofá y te puso encima, sentiste como él iba entrando en ti, mientras Steve hacía que te agacharas un poco, sacando su miembro para que quedara frente a tu cara; lo viste completamente erecto y comenzaste a lamerlo, luego lo metiste a tu boca, Steve comenzó a follar tu boca.

Brock te tomó de la cadera para controlar con mayor facilidad la velocidad

Steve te detuvo y lo sacó de tu boca, con cuidado hizo que te enderezaras y haciendo que sintieras la penetración más profunda y que gimieras más, bajó y comenzó a lamer tu clítoris, te revolvías, se sentía tan bien, ellos sabían como complacerte, comenzaste a temblar cuando sentiste el primer orgasmo.

—Dinos que quieres —Steve te ordenó sujetando tu rostro con un poco de fuerza para alzarlo, eso te hizo sentir excitada de nuevo.  

—Lo-los necesito a los dos —respondiste con la respiración aún agitada.

—¿Nos necesitas? ¿Qué quieres que hagamos? —Brock dijo en tu oído mientras le daba un lengüetazo y continuó por tu cuello expuesto.

—A-adentro… —volviste a gemir.

Los dos hombres se vieron y sonrieron, Brock te volteó dejando tu trasero expuesto para que Steve pudiera entrar, comenzaste a gemir de nuevo cuando Steve empezó a entrar, pero Brock te calló metiendo sus dedos en tu boca.

—Eres una buena chica, nos tomas tan bien —Brock dijo.

En los siguientes minutos lo único que se escuchaba era el ruido de la piel chocando y los gemidos de los tres, mientras el gotas de sudor resbalaban por la piel, el olor a sexo inundaba la habitación. Steve besaba tu espalda mientras tú clavabas tus uñas en los hombros de Brock.

 Comenzaste a gritar el nombre de los dos, conforme tu siguiente orgasmo se acercaba, solo esperabas que tus gritos no alarmaran a los vecinos como la última vez, ya que había sido muy incómodo explicarle a la policía lo que había ocurrido, sin embargo, después de unos segundos eso te dejó de importar porque estabas teniendo el mejor orgasmo de tu vida.

—Entonces, ¿te gustó tu regalo de cumpleaños? —Steve te preguntó unos minutos después de que terminaron de coger.

—¿Tú qué crees? —respondiste riéndote.

[azulatodoryuga]

Todo Bien

Personaje: Brock Rumlow X Lectora X Steve Rogers

Advertencia: Smut.

Nota: Este es un regalo para @nekoannie-chan por su cumpleaños. ¡¡¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!! También se publicará en mi perfil de Wattpad. La versión en inglés será exclusiva para Tumblr.

—Algo está mal — asegura Brock cuando su llamada volvió a entrar al buzón.

—Si algo malo le hubiese pasado ya lo sabríamos — habla Jack tratando de calmar a su amigo mientras lo seguía — ¿Y ahora a dónde vas?

—Rumlow — Steve lo llamó, ambos hombres voltean a hacia él, quien se dirigía a ellos — Necesito hablar contigo.

—Tengo cosas más importantes…

—Es sobre T/N — Steve dijo, Brock deja de hablar al escuchar tu nombre — No logro contactarla, ¿sabes algo de ella?  

Brock niega.

—No ha pasado mucho desde que se perdió el contacto con T/N — señala Jack — Así que dudo se haga algo, por el momento.

—Primero la buscaremos nosotros, si no la encontramos alertaremos a S.H.I.E.L.D.

Jack se haría cargo de algunos deberes de Brock, para que este y Steve pudieran buscarte sin problemas.

Van a tu oficina para buscar algún archivo o documento que les pueda indicar tu paradero, pero no encuentran nada. Deciden ir a tu departamento. Al entrar a la cochera del edificio, se dan cuenta que tu auto no está en el lugar.

Van a tu departamento, Brock abre con la llave que le habías dado, cosa que llama la atención de Steve, pues él también tiene una, pero luego preguntaría por eso.

Buscan por todo el lugar y de nuevo nada.

—Ya tuve suficiente — dice Brock, ya cansado de la situación, sacando su celular.

—¿A quién piensas llamar?

—Conozco a alguien que puede ayudar, me debe algunos favores así que no se negara.

—Esperemos que no.

Tal y como dijo Brock, su contacto no se negó en ayudar, esperaron unos minutos hasta que su contacto lo volviera llamar, llamada que Brock pone en altavoz.

—Debe estar mal, revisa otra vez — pide Steve incrédulo al escuchar la dirección.

—¡No estoy para bromas!, ¡Estamos justo en ese edificio!

—Hablo en serio, está justo ahí, de hecho, por lo que veo llego hace menos de diez minutos.

Tras esas palabras se escucha la puerta principal, abrirse, ambos hombres se ponen alerta.

—¿Hola? — tu voz suena por el departamento. Al no tener seguro la puerta supiste que Steve o Brock estaba en tu departamento, pero no podrías adivinar quién exactamente. Ambos hombres salen casi disparados hacia la puerta principal.

—¿T/N? — pregunta Steve por lo bajo al verte parada en la entrada del departamento — Estás bien — dice aliviado sin detener su caminar.

Antes de que puedas preguntar cualquier cosa Steve se abalanza sobre ti abrazándote de forma protectora, pocos segundos después sientes otros brazos rodearte por la espalda, te das cuenta al instante que es Brock, quien te abraza de forma protectora, pero también un tanto posesiva.

—Ah mmm, gracias por la agradable bienvenida, pero… ¿Qué hacen los dos aquí?

—Más bien, ¿dónde estabas? — reclama Brock, alejándose un poco de ti. Ibas a responder, pero Steve se te adelanta uniéndose al reclamo

—No mencionaste que fueras a salir — Steve imita la acción de Brock.

—Vamos por partes — tratas de alejarte para no perder la calma debido a los nervios de tener a los dos tan cerca sin ningún éxito.

Ninguno de los dos parecía querer dejarte ir y claramente su fuerza era por mucho superior a la tuya. Suspiraste rendida antes de empezar a contar lo ocurrido

—Tuve que hacer un viaje a otra ciudad, los problemas empezaron al volver, mi auto se averió y mi celular no tenía batería, estuve por horas varada, hasta que finalmente alguien por fin me ayudo. Pero, no había señal para llamar a una grúa.

—¿Cómo que no había señal? — interrumpe Steve confundido.

—No en todos los lugares hay señal, Steve — le aclaraste. Supiste perfectamente que esa idea errónea pasó por su cabeza.

—¿Qué más paso? — pregunta Brock, curioso.

—Pues tuvimos que ir a la ciudad para tener señal y llamar a la grúa, luego volvimos, esperamos a que llegará la grúa, arreglaron mi auto en el taller, vine a casa y los encontré a ustedes y ahora, me pueden explicar: ¿cómo es que los dos terminaron en mi departamento?

—No lograba contactarte y tampoco Rumlow, nos preocupamos y decidimos buscarte los dos juntos.

Te quedaste sin palabras, te volteaste hacia Brock quien asintió dando a entender que lo dicho por Steve era cierto, te era difícil creer que ellos dos a pesar de no llevarse nada bien decidieron buscarte juntos en vez de hacerlo por cuenta propia.

—Lamento si…

—No te disculpes — dice Brock apretando su agarre — Lo importante es que no te pasó nada — continuó y le sonreíste enternecida.

—Solo por curiosidad — comenzó a hablar Steve, por lo que Brock y tú voltearon a verlo — ¿Desde cuándo Rumlow tiene una llave de tu departamento? — no pudiste evitar tensarte ante esa pregunta.

—¿Por qué debería importarte eso, Rogers? — pregunto Brock con burla.

—Le pregunté a ella, Rumlow. T/N — se volvió a dirigir a ti esperando una respuesta.

—No la presiones.

—No la estoy presionando.

“Aquí vamos otra vez”, pensaste y efectivamente, empezaron a discutir, contigo, en medio… de nuevo.

Pero esta vez decidiste dejarlos, seguir con su discusión sin sentido, para escaparte. Fue más fácil de lo que creíste. Te escabulliste hacia tu cuarto, necesitabas darte una ducha, había sido un día muy largo.

Te fuiste rumbo al baño, pero antes de entrar viste de reojo a los dos hombres, quienes no paraban de discutir. Entraste al baño y te deshiciste de tus prendas para entrar a la regadera, relajándote ante la sensación del agua al recorrer tu cuerpo.

No pudiste evitar recordar los brazos de ambos hombres sobre tu cuerpo, dándote una indescriptible sensación de seguridad y tranquilidad que solo ellos te hacían sentir.

Desde el principio estuviste enamorada de ambos hombres. Ambos son atentos y protectores contigo, pero muy diferentes en muchos, muchos aspectos y aun así sentías lo mismo por ambos. La idea de salir con ambos siempre rondaba en tu cabeza, pero dudabas que aceptaran tener ese tipo de relación.

Cerraste la regadera y te enrollaste la toalla. Saliste del baño para ir hacia tu habitación. En el transcurso te diste cuenta del silencio del lugar, Steve y Brock ya habían dejado de discutir, pero, ¿en qué momento…?

Mejor te preocuparías por eso ya vestida.

Entraste a tu cuarto y te llevaste una gran sorpresa al ver a Brock sentado en tu cama.

—¿Qué haces aquí? — preguntaste confundida.

—Esperaba a que salieras de bañarte — él contesta con naturalidad.

—¿Sucede algo?

—¿También le diste una llave de tu departamento a Rogers? — él cuestionó, no te sorprendió su pregunta en sí, sino que se veía molesto. Aunque dudaste, asentiste contestando su pregunta.

—¿Por qué? — preguntó irritado.

—Porque es mi… amigo… — dices con dificultad.

—Amigo — repite esa palabra. Vuelves a asentir y él se levanta de la cama — Bien — empieza a caminar hacia ti, un poco intimidante. Tus nervios aumentan cuando ya lo tienes frente a ti.

—¿Brock…?

Y antes de hacer cualquier pregunta, él te rodea con sus brazos para acercarte más a él y poder unir sus labios, mejor dicho, devorar tus labios.

El corazón te empezó a latir con fuerza, no logras descifrar si es por los nervios o la excitación que comienza a apoderarse de ti. Pero por tu mente solo pasan dos opciones: frenarlo y pedirle tiempo para aclarar tus sentimientos sobre él y Steve o dejar que las cosas sigan su curso. Obviamente, eliges la 2ª opción.

Colocas tus manos sobre su pecho y tratas de seguirle el beso, las manos de Brock recorren tu espalda por encima de la toalla que comienza a caer.

Ibas a quitártela, pero sientes un par de manos que lo hacen por ti, percatándote de algo: Brock aún tenía sus manos en tu espalda.

Te separas bruscamente de Brock rompiendo el beso, volteas hacia atrás, encontrando a Steve con la toalla que deja caer al suelo en el momento que conectan miradas, dejándote completamente expuesta a ellos.

—Steve…

Antes de que puedas tan siquiera decir algo, Steve comienza a devorar tus labios como si de una bestia se tratara, su mano izquierda se posa sobre tu seno derecho masajeándolo a su gusto y con la otra sostiene tu costado izquierdo casi rozando con tu otro seno.

Mientras Brock ataca tu cuello, llenándolo de besos y una que otra mordida. Su brazo derecho te tiene rodeada, y con su mano izquierda acaricia con ansias tu intimidad, concentrándose en tu clítoris, haciendo que te retuerzas del intenso placer.

Comienzas a sentir un nudo en tu estómago, Brock se da cuenta de tu pronto orgasmo y acelera el movimiento de sus dedos en tu punto de placer que al pellizcar te hace llegar a tu orgasmo. Sueltas un fuerte gemido que fue ahogado en la boca de Steve.

Te separas de él para recuperar el aire. Pero tu leve descanso fue interrumpido cuando Brock te toma del cuello de forma brusca, haciéndote soltar un pequeño quejido.

—Sigamos en la cama — te susurra Brock en la oreja haciéndote sentir un escalofrío por la espalda.

—Estarás más cómoda — Steve asegura.

Tal vez no todo en este día sería tan malo

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🍒 Summary: As a superhero, you always believe in the good that comes with it, and the feeling of bringing hope to people's eyes makes your heart flutter. That is… Until you witness your teammates murdering your husband. Now your world is upside down, and the people you once deemed your enemies are offering you some help. Will you take the bait? Or bury your head in the sand?

🍒 Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader; Platonic!Avengers x Reader; Platonic!Peter x Yelena

🍒 Rating: Explicit

🍒 Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter (This story will contained future 18+ content. Minor DNI)

🍒 Word Count: 9,203

🍒 Start Date: 7/28

🍒 End Date: N/A

🍒 A/N: This AU is inspired by Amazon's The Boys. Only inspired. And for anyone who watches the show, you know that this story will get dark, gory, and very smutty. You'll be warned before each chapter, but read at your own risk. The story and it's plot is the only thing I own.

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🍒Character Bios:

Meet the Avengers: 001 002 003 004 005 006

Meet the Thunderbolts: 007 008 009 010 011

🍒 Chapter 1: A Crimson Deception?

🍒 Chapter 2: A Red Awakening

🍒 Chapter 3: A Red Awakening II (Coming Soon)

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