#brock rumlow x reader 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

[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.

[azulatodoryuga]

All Right

Character: Brock Rumlow X Reader X Steve Rogers

Warning: Smut.

Note: This is present for @nekoannie-chan for birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! It will also be published on my Wattpad. The english version will be exclusive for Tumblr.

—Something is wrong — Brock assures when his call comes back into the mailbox.

—If something bad had happened to him, we would know by now — Jack says, trying to calm his friend as he follows him — Now where are you going?

—Rumlow — Steve called him, and both men turned to him, who was addressing them — I need to talk to you.

—I have more important things...

—It's about Y/N — Steve said Brock stops talking when he hears your name — I can't reach her; do you know anything about her?

Brock denies.

—Not much has happened since we lost contact with Y/N — Jack points out — So I doubt anything will be done for the time being.

—We'll look for her first, and if we don't find her, we'll alert S.H.I.E.L.D.

Jack would take over some of Brock's duties, so Brock and Steve could look for you without any problems.

They go to your office to look for any files or documents that might indicate your whereabouts, but find nothing. They decide to go to your apartment. When they enter the garage of the building, they realize that your car is not there.

They go to your apartment, and Brock opens it with the key that you had given him—something that catches Steve's attention because he also has one, but later he would ask for it.

They look all over the place, and again, nothing

—I've had enough — says Brock, tired of the situation, taking out his cell phone.

—Who do you plan to call?

—I know someone who can help; he owes me some favors, so he won't refuse.

—Finger crossed.

Just as Brock said, his contact didn't refuse to help; they waited a few minutes until his contact called him back, and Brock put the call on speaker.

—It must be wrong; check again — Steve asked incredulously when he heard the address.

—I'm not kidding; we're right in that building!

—I'm serious; it's right there; in fact, as far as I can see, I arrived less than ten minutes ago.

After those words, the front door is heard to open, and both men become alert.

—Hello? — Your voice rings through the apartment. Not having a lock on the door, you knew that Steve or Brock was in your apartment, but you couldn't guess who exactly. The two men almost bolted for the front door.

—Y/N? — Steve asks quietly as he sees you standing at the entrance of the apartment. You're okay — he says, relieved, without stopping his walk.

Before you can ask anything, Steve pounces on you, hugging you protectively. A few seconds later, you feel other arms around your back, and you realize instantly that it's Brock, who hugs you protectively but also a bit possessively.

—Ah, mmm, thanks for the nice welcome, but... what are you two doing here?

—More to the point, where were you? — Brock claims, turning away from you a bit. You were about to answer, but Steve beat you to it, joining in the complaint.

—You didn't mention you were dating — Steve says, imitating Brock's action.

—Let's take it one step at a time — You try to move away so as not to lose your calm due to the nerves of having the two of them so close, without any success.

Neither of them seemed to want to let you go, and clearly, their strength was by far superior to yours. You sighed in surrender before you began to recount what had happened.

—I had to make a trip to another city; the problems started when I got back; my car broke down, and my cell phone had no battery. I was stranded for hours until someone finally helped me. But there was no signal to call a tow truck.

—What do you mean there was no signal? — Steve interrupted in confusion.

—There's no signal everywhere, Steve — you clarified. You knew perfectly well that this erroneous idea had gone through his head.

—What else happened?" Brock asks, curious.

—Well, we had to go to the city to get a signal and call the tow truck, then we came back, waited for the tow truck to arrive, got my car fixed at the shop, came home and found you, and now, can you explain to me: How did you both end up in my apartment?

—I couldn't reach you, and neither could Rumlow; we got worried and decided to look for you together.

You were speechless. You turned to Brock, who nodded, giving you the understanding that what Steve said was true. It was hard for you to believe that the two of them decided to look for you together instead of doing it on their own, even though they didn't get along at all.

—I'm sorry if...

—Don't apologize — Brock said, tightening his grip — The important thing is that nothing happened to you — he continued, and you smiled at him with a warm smile.

—Just out of curiosity — Steve started talking, so you and Brock turned to look at him — Since when does Rumlow have a key to your apartment? — You couldn't help but tense up at that question.

—Why should that matter to you, Rogers?" Brock asked mockingly.

—I asked her, Rumlow. Y/N," he said, turning back to you and waiting for an answer.

—Don't push her.

—I'm not pushing her.

“Here we go again" you thought, and sure enough, they started arguing, with you in the middle... again.

But this time you decided to leave them to continue their pointless discussion and escape. It was easier than you thought. You slipped away to your room. You needed to take a shower; it had been a long day.

You went to the bathroom, but before entering, you saw out of the corner of your eye the two men who kept arguing. You entered the bathroom and got rid of your clothes to enter the shower, relaxing at the sensation of the water running over your body.

You couldn't help but remember the arms of both men on your body, giving you an indescribable feeling of security and tranquility that only they made you feel.

From the beginning, you were in love with both men. Both are attentive and protective of you, but they are very different in many, many ways, and yet you felt the same way about both of them. The idea of dating both men was always in the back of your mind, but you doubted they would agree to have that kind of relationship.

You turned off the shower and rolled up your towel. You left the bathroom to go to your room. On the way, you noticed the silence of the place; Steve and Brock had already stopped arguing, but at what point...

You'd better worry about that now that you're dressed.

You went into your room and got a big surprise when you saw Brock sitting on your bed.

—What are you doing here? — you asked, confused.

—I was waiting for you to get out of the bath — he answers naturally.

—Is something wrong?

—Did you also give a key to your apartment to Rogers? — he questioned you; you weren't surprised by his question per se, but he looked annoyed. Although you hesitated, you nodded, answering his question.

—Why? — he asked, irritated.

—Because he is my friend — you say with difficulty.

—“Friend” — he repeats. You nod again, and he gets up from the bed — Good — he says, and he starts walking towards you, a little intimidating. Your nerves increase as he stands in front of you.

—Brock...?

And before you can ask any questions, he puts his arms around you to pull you closer to him so he can join his lips, or rather, devour your lips.

Your heart begins to pound, and you can't figure out if it's because of nerves or the excitement that begins to take hold of you. But only two options cross your mind: to stop him and ask him for time to clarify your feelings about him and Steve, or to let things take their course. Obviously, you choose the second option.

You place your hands on his chest and try to follow his kiss. Brock's hands run down your back over the towel that starts to fall.

You were about to take it off, but you felt a pair of hands do it for you, realizing something: Brock still had his hands on your back.

You abruptly pull away from Brock, breaking the kiss, turning back, and finding Steve with the towel that he drops to the floor the moment they connect gazes, leaving you completely exposed to them.

—Steve...

Before you can even say anything, Steve begins to devour your lips like a beast. His left hand rests on your right breast, massaging it to his liking, and with the other, he holds your left side, almost touching your other breast.

While Brock attacks your neck, filling it with kisses and a bite or two. His right arm has you wrapped around him, and with his left hand, he eagerly caresses your intimacy, concentrating on your clitoris, making you squirm from the intense pleasure.

You begin to feel a knot in your stomach. Brock realizes your soon-to-be orgasm and accelerates the movement of his fingers on your pleasure point so that pinching makes you reach your orgasm. You let out a loud moan that was stifled in Steve's mouth.

You pull away from him to catch your breath. But your slight rest was interrupted when Brock grabbed your neck roughly, making you let out a small moan.

—Let's go to bed — Brock whispers in your ear, making you feel a shiver down your back.

—You'll be more comfortable — Steve assures you.

Maybe not everything on this day will be so bad.

[talia-rumlow]

A Helping Hand (Hydra Husbands One-Shot) X Reader!

Pairing: Brock Rumlow/Jack Rollins X Reader

Wordcount: 4803

Warnings: Gay sex, Oral sex, Threesome, Graphic smut, but sweet smut.

A/N: This is my entry to @rip1009 and @hydra-husbands summer challenge. I never wrote anything like this before. And I hope you´ll like it. A big thank you to @ladysif8 for her amazing help.

Summary: Brock and Jack wants a baby, so they ask their best friend (Reader) to help out!

HAPPY READING!

You hear heavy footsteps going through the house, almost immediately after you rang the doorbell. For a second you almost regret agreeing to this. Jack is your best friend, he has been for the last 20 years. You were the first one he came out to. Of course you did suspect that he was gay. He was always a good looking guy, and a lot of girls wanted him, but he never acted on it. So you had your suspicions. But you never told him. He'd come out to you in his own time, and you didn't want to push. It wasn't until he met Brock, that he had to reveal his secret. Brock was the love of his life, and a really great guy. They deserved this. You never hesitated when they asked you to do this. But now, standing here, with a bottle of red wine in your hand, hearing Jack's footsteps approaching the door. You can't deny that you have some second thoughts. 

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- So, YN? What do you think?

Jack asks. You look from Jack to Brock, and then back to Jack again. 

What should you answer? You look at them again. They both look at you with anticipation. And you can see in their eyes that they want you to say yes. 

- Listen, YN, if you feel this is too….

Brock starts, but you cut him off. 

- Yes! 

You say, without even thinking. 

- Yes?

Jack asks, placing his hand over yours. 

- Yes, Jack! I'll do it. You'll be great parents. I want to help you. Do you have an appointment at the clinic?

You ask, looking at Jack again. He slowly removes his hand from yours. Clears his throat. 

- Err.. Yeah… About that…

Jack starts, looking down on his hands, drumming his fingers together. 

- We can't afford that… So…

He continues. 

- We kinda hoped you'd be open to like…

Brock takes over. Trying to look you in the eye, but you can see that it's hard for him. 

- To what?

You ask, narrowing your eyes. 

- Doingitthenormalway!

Jack says, fast, without even taking a breath. 

- The what?

You ask, reaching for his hand, trying to offer some comfort. 

- Err.. We kinda wondered if you'd…

Brock enters the conversation again, dragging his hand over his face. 

- If I'd sleep with you?

You ask, with a hoarse voice. You feel your heart beat a bit faster. 

- Err.. Yeah..

Jack says again. Trying to look at you. 

- Which one?

You ask, looking at both of them. How long have they been thinking about this? 

- Err.. Both of us?

Jack says, looking at Brock, before he looks back to you. Brock gives you a tiny nod. 

- B… Both… Of you?

You croak. Jack looks at you, nervously biting his bottom lip. 

- Yeah.. I… We both checked ourselves, we're perfectly healthy, and there's nothing wrong with…

He gestures to his crotch. 

- Your swimmers?

You ask, sending them both a little smile. 

- Yeah.. Nothing wrong with those..

Brock speaks again. 

- You don't have to answer right away. Just think about it, okay?

Jack tells you. Tugging his lips up in a nervous smile. 

- Err.. Would you even be able to do it? I mean with me? Aren't you both….

You say, letting the sentence die out. Can gay men even get a hard on with a girl? 

- We're both, all three of us going to be there. I don't think that'll be a problem…

Brock says, pleading you, with his eyes, hoping for you to say yes. 

- Don't you care who's it is? I mean, if I sleep with both of you…

You start, but Jack cuts you off. 

- It'll be ours. That's all that matters. And we both want you to be the mom. There's no one else we want for that role. 

Jack says, gently taking your hand in his, squeezing. 

- Okay!

You say. Squeezing Jack's hand back. 

- Okay?

They both say, at the same time. Smiling wide. 

- Yeah.. I can do that…

You say again. Unsure if you actually CAN do it. But you want to help them. They're your best friends, and they will be great parents. 

- Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!

They both say, giving you a hug. You hug them back. 

- So, when did you think we were going to do this?

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That was three weeks ago. You do want to do this for them. But you've never been with two guys at once before, and on top of that, both Jack and Brock are gay men. You don't even know if they've ever been with a girl before. 

The cerulean blue front door opened, and the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread wrapped around your senses, sweet and yeasty. 

- YN! 

Jack greeted you, pulling you into a hug.

- Jack!

You squeaked as his big arms surrounded you. You barely got the bottle of wine moved in time. 

- Come on in, Brocks out back finishing up on the grill. 

Jack said, before he stepped aside, allowing you entrance to their home. 

You’d been there many times before, but it never ceases to amaze you how beautiful their two-story home is. The further you got into the house, the stronger the mouth-watering fragrance got. You weren’t surprised Jack loved to cook; he always whipped up something spectacular in the kitchen.

- Something smells amazing

You commented, handing Jack the bottle of wine. Before peeling out the sliding glass door that led to their fantastic backyard, Brock stood dutifully in front of the grill. 

Brock was perfect for Jack; he’d brought out the best in your friend. The missing piece Jack had no idea was missing; you were thankful he was operating the grill. Now Jack could cook the most delicious and tender roast you’d ever tasted, sweet curry that left a slight tingle on your tongue. But the man should not grill to save his life; gone were the days of dry steaks and burnt burgers.  

You sat at the rectangle-shaped dining room table; Jack handed you a glass of wine. The smokey, red currant flavor danced across your tongue.

- Oh hey, YN!

Brock greeted you as he walked in the door with a plate of steaks. He leans over and places the plate on the table, simultaneously kissing your cheek in greeting. 

It doesn’t take long for the table to be set, seared, juicy cuts of meat, a steaming plate of golden delicious sweet corn, a bowl of broccoli salad with thick, crispy chunks of bacon, fluffy baked potatoes, and golden brown, butter airy homemade rolls. Your mouth starts to water at the sight; Brock stands up, reaches across the table, grabs your plate, and fills it with a little bit of everything. 

- Here ya go, YN 

He says, placing the load plate before you as Jack tops off your wine glass.

The steak is seasoned just right; it’s so juicy and flavorful that the steak sauce isn’t needed. You scoop a bite of the broccoli salad, the creamy dressing for the tiny bits of crunchy fresh broccoli, the sharpness of the cheddar cheese, a touch of sweetness from the dried cranberries, smokiness from the bacon, the spiciness of the red onion, all balanced out. The corn was sweet with a soft butter flavor, and the rolls were by far your favorite, light, yeasty, buttery, and slathered with cinnamon butter.

- Wow, you really went all out on this one.

You say, closing your eyes, to really take in the taste. 

- Yeah? Well, only the best is good enough for the future mother of our child!

Brock replies, taking a sip of wine. 

You eat and drink for a while, talk about everything and anything. Just like you always used to do. Like a normal dinner. But you know it's not. This isn't a normal evening. 

When you're done eating, you help to clear the table. You feel the nervousness welling up in you. Will you be able to do this? Have Jack or Brock even been with a girl before? Are you going to watch them do stuff to each other? How should you react, if that happens? You never took an interest in what other people do in their own bedrooms. But now, you can't help but think about it. 

- Hey, YN! You ok?

Jack asks, gently rubbing your shoulders. 

- Yeah…

You reply. Taking a breath. 

- I'm just…

You continue. But you can't seem to find the right words. 

- We should probably talk about this. 

Jack says, guiding you over to the couch, and hands you another glass of wine. 

Jack sits down next to you, and not long after, Brock sits down on the other side of you. 

- We want you to feel completely safe, YN. So if you don't want to…

Brock starts, but you cut him off. 

- It's not that. I just have a couple of questions. 

You say, quietly. Looking from Brock to Jack. 

- Fire away! What do you want to know?

Jack asks, letting his hand rest on your thigh. 

- How…. How are we going to do this? 

You ask, swallowing. 

- You mean having sex?

Jack asks, jokingly. 

- Have you been with a girl before?

You ask again. Jack shakes his head, while Brock nods. You look at Brock. 

- How was that for you?

You ask. Probably a stupid question. But if you're going to do this, you feel like you need to know. 

- It was….. Different. 

Brock replies. Looking at Jack, as to make sure he doesn't hurt his feelings. 

- Were you… I mean…. Did you penetrate her?

You're usually pretty open about your sexuality, but this situation makes you nervous. And you feel that you should use nice words. 

- I was inside of her, yes!

Brock replies, with a little smile. 

Jack gets up, and you can almost feel Brock tense up. They're sweet. Not wanting to hurt each other's feelings. Maybe they are just as nervous as you are. 

- Let's move this into the bedroom!

Jack says, offering you a hand. You take it, and at the same time, you feel Brock taking your other hand; before they both guide you into the bedroom. 

You sit down on the bed, Jack and Brock do the same. Then you nervously drum your fingertips together. Jack places his hand on your shoulder; gently and carefully put a bit of pressure on it. 

- Why don't you lie down?

He tells you, and you do. Lie down on your back, with Jack on one side, and Brock on the other. 

- Want to tell us what you like?

Jack asks, placing a kiss on your neck. 

- Mmmmm.. That!

You answer, surprised about how good this actually feels. You move your head, to give Jack better access to your neck. Brock slips his arms around you, lifting you up in a sitting position, leaning your back against him; you can feel him taking off his shirt. Jack keeps kissing your neck, and you can feel your lower belly clenching, and your wetness flowing. 

You can't take it any longer, you grab your shirt, getting it off you. Brock opens the clip on your bra, and before you know it, you're down on your back again; Jack and Brock softly playing with your breasts. You close your eyes, as they both let their lips touch your skin. 

- Mmmmm… Ahhh..

You let out a breathless sigh as you feel two pairs of hands caressing your body. Your head lolls back, eyes slipping close, surrendering yourself to their touch. Someone’s hands, you can't tell now, are massaging your breasts as the other slides into your skirt, cupping your sex. You whimper as lips press into your neck and teeth tease the sensitive skin at your pulse. 

- You like this?

Brock husks into your skin. 

- I think she does, baby; she's so wet 

Jack chuckles roughly.

- Mmmm huh...

You answer, afraid to speak, afraid your voice would give out. 

You get lost in the sensation of hands and lips touching, caressing, licking, and sucking. Your blood is buzzing in your ears, making you feel dizzy. It's almost too much; it's intoxicating being between them. 

Their lips leave your body, and you frown slightly at the lack of attention. Brock’s hand on your breast starts massaging again as Jack’s finger rubs your clothed cunt; you open your eyes, blinking through the lusty haze. 

They lean into each other, lips pressed together in a sweet kiss; Brock licks along the seam of Jack’s lips. The blonde whimpers opening up for his husband as Brock dips his tongue in tasting the other man. The kiss turns dirty and fierce; it's hands down one of the sexiest things you've ever witnessed. Jack’s finger presses hard against you; you buck your hips feeling wonderful pressure against your swollen pussy. You bite your lip, moaning as you continue to watch.

- Want to join in?

Jack asks. You can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

- Mmmhmm..

You reply; before your lips meet theirs. Holy shit! This is amazing. Their tongues gliding over yours, your tongue between theirs. Soft, wet, sexy. You feel the need to open your eyes, to watch this unfold; but it just feels too damn good. 

Hands roaming over your body, soft moans escaping all three of you. Your bodies rubbing together, grinding against each other. 

- Ngsh.. Fuck!

You breathe out, as Jack's fingers slip into your underwear, and glides down your wet folds. 

- Want to taste her, sweetheart?

Brock husks, removes the rest of his clothes; as Jack removes yours, as well as his own. 

- You ok, with being on all fours?

Jack asks you, with a playful, yet lustful smile. He doesn't have to ask twice. That is one of your favorite positions. If the angle of the guy is correct, this is the best way to do it. At least orgasm wise. You arch your back as best you can, to give Brock better access to you. You don't know how many times he's done this. Hell, you don't even know if he ever penetrated Jack. Do gay men actually do that, or is that just something people tend to think? 

You don't get to finish that line of thoughts at all; before Brock enters you. Slow and careful, and Jack lies down and crawls under you. Aligning his face with your pussy, looking up on Brock penetrating you. Fuck! This is hot. You always thought Brock was hot. But he was gay, so you never thought about him this way. And Jack, well Jack had been your best friend for the last 20 years or so. You NEVER thought about him like this. Not until now. Jack is undoubtedly hot. And his cock, standing proud, right here in front of your face. It's beautiful. 

- Like what you see, sweetheart?

Brock breathes out behind you, slowly, agonizingly slowly moving. 

- Oh, yes, baby! Fuck, yes!

Jack answers under you. You can feel his breath on you. Fuck, how you want to hear him moan. Hear them both moan. 

You slowly lean down, careful not to move too fast, so you'll lose the feeling of Brock inside you, massaging your walls with every agonizingly slow movement. You let your tongue glide over Jack's erection. Slowly from base to tip, before you swirl your tongue around his tip. The taste of preecum hits your tastebuds right away. You slowly lick your lips. 

- Yes, Angel! You do that! Taste him!

Brock's voice behind you. Horny as fuck. And you don't blame him. This feels like sex herione, and you're unsure if you can live with doing this only this one time. You carefully close your lips around Jack, before you slowly start to bob your head. 

- Oh, fuck!

Jack moans under you; as he moves one of his hands up between your legs, letting it glide over you; before he focuses on Brock's balls, caressing them. 

- Shit, sweetheart! Oh, fuck!

Brock moans, thrusting harder. 

- Want to taste her, Jack, Sweetheart?

Brock continues, letting one of his hands glide up your back. 

- Oh, yes baby, please!

Jack answers, and Brock pulls out of you; still keeping his hand on your back. You feel Jack adjusting under you, and even if you can't see; you know that Jack is tasting you off Brock. Fuck you need to see this. You move slowly, careful not to ruin the sight you're about to see. You turn around, and your eyes meet Brock's; before you move them further South. 

FUCK!

Screw the kiss, this is by far the sexiest thing you've EVER witnessed. Jack on his back, swallowing Brock's cock down like he was starved for it. Like you're hypnotized by your two best friends pleasing each other; you move closer. 

- Oh, fuck, sweetheart.. Feels so good..

Brock moans out, as he reaches out for you, gently grabbing some of your hair, bringing your face up to his; devouring your lips in a filthy kiss. Moaning into your mouth, as Jack keeps taking him down. 

You can't help but open your eyes, and look down on Jack. You can't even begin to describe how sexy this is. It's better than any porn you've ever seen. 

- Fuck..

You silently breathe out. 

- Yeah… You like that, Angel?

Brock asks you. You move your hands down his upper body, until you feel Jack's face. 

- Want a taste?

Brock continues; without even answering, you sink down, letting your tongue glide around the parts of Brock's cock, that aren't inside Jack's mouth. You're more turned on than you have ever been before. You can almost feel your juices pouring out of you. 

Brock gestures for you to get on top of Jack. You carefully do so. But when you're about to sit down on him, you remember that Jack told you he'd never been with a girl before. Is he a virgin? At least penetration wise. Asking that question now, will surely ruin everything. So instead of asking, you decide on being careful. Gently grabbing Jack's cock, guiding it to your entrance. The second the fat head breaches you, Jack makes a sound from the back of his throat. Sounds like a good sound. But you still tense up a bit. 

Brock slowly pulls away from Jack; before he leans down for yet another filthy kiss. You slowly let yourself sink further down on Jack, slowly and carefully, until you're fully seated. 

- Fuck, Angel!

Jack breathes out, letting his hands glide up your thighs. 

- Yeah? You like this?

You ask, rolling your hips. 

- Oh, fuck, Angel. So soft!

Jack moans. You love this. Him moaning, Brock watching, as he strokes his fat cock. You start to move more aggressively. And wiggle your hips a bit, in the hopes that Jack'll hit that sweet sensitive spot inside. 

- Ahhh, ahhh.. Shit, fuck!

Jack almost screams the words. Then he plants his feet down on the mattress, grabbing your hips, and starts to fuck up into you. You let out a breathless moan, as you almost fall forward; meeting Jack's lips in a needy kiss. 

- Need to taste you baby!

Jack moans out; then he once again takes Brock's cock down, as he keeps fucking up into you. You can't possibly hold this. The sight of Jack sucking Brock like this, and the sensation of him fucking up into you. 

- Ahhhh.. Fuck me!

You scream out; before you take part in the lip, tongue and mouth work on Brock's cock. You're so turned on, you need to feel something rubbing against your swollen kissed lips. 

- Oh, fuck, Sweetheart! Let her taste me! Do it together!

Brock breathes out over your head. You feel the urge to look up at him. But what you're doing feels too good, so you continue. Letting your tongue glide up and down Brock's shaft, occasionally Brushing over Jack's tongue. Fucking hell, this is it. You're going to cum, and you're going to cum hard. You can feel it in your entire body. 

- Oh, fuck, shit.. Fisskh.. 

Jack moans, as he thrusts into you, in an unsteady rhythm, grabbing your hips with his big strong hands. You squeeze your legs around him, your whole body is shaking. Your pussy spasming around his fat cock. 

- Oh, fuck Angel! Gonna cum!

Jack moans out, before Brock steals the sound from his lips. The sight of them kissing, the feeling of Jack's last deep thrusts inside, before he paints your walls, the sound of Jack moaning into Brock's mouth. It all pushes you over the edge. And you let pleasure take over. You almost lose your balance, your body sways forward; lost in euphoria. Brock's strong arms prevent you from falling all the way down. 

You untangle yourself from Jack; lie down on your back. Brock comes over to you; let his hands glide from your ankles up to your knees, then he spreads your legs seductively. Leaning down; giving you a long, torturously slow lick. 

- Oh, fuck! Brock!

You moan; your head lolls back, your hands grabbing the sheets. 

- I can taste you on her, Sweetheart!

Brock tells Jack. 

- You're so fucking sexy right now, baby!

Jack replies, before leaning into your neck; breathing into it. 

- Ungh…

You breathe out, when you feel Brock's tongue glide over you again. 

- Sweetheart!?

Brock murmurs into your pussy; calling for his husband. Jack plants a kiss on your lips, before moving down between your legs; joining his husband. 

- Fuck Baby, look at you!

Jack breathes out, looking down on Brock's tongue gliding over your most sensitive spot. 

You let out a shaking breath. Just thinking about the two of them looking at you like this, makes you belly clench. You buck your hips. Almost desperate to feel more. Your eyes closed, to magnify your other senses.  

They both have their tongues on you now. Tasting you, occasionally bumping into each other. 

- Ahh.. Fuck! YES!

You moan! 

You feel Brock moving, sitting up between your legs. Jack's tongue glides over your clit. Followed by The tip of Brock's cock, gliding down through your folds. 

- Please!

You whine. Putting your hand on Jack's head. 

- Oh, baby, she likes it!

Jack says, letting his tongue glide over you again. 

- Yeah? You like this, Angel?

Brock asks you, simultaneously teasing your entrance. 

- Yes!

You breathe out, bucking your hips. Desperate to feel him breach you; when the fat head of his cock starts to stretch you out you move your hands up to your breasts. Carefully pinching your already peaking nipples. 

- Oh fuck, yes!

You moan, arching your back as you feel Jack's lips moving up your stomach. Before he sits up, give his growing cock a couple of strokes; then he settles on the side of your face, as he keeps stroking himself, slowly. 

- Ahhh, ahh..

Brock breathes out, when you clench your muscles around him. This whole situation is so hot, that you're afraid you'll finish too soon. 

- Fuck Angel! YES! Taste him for me!

Brock moans again. And you grab Jack, before you close your lips around him.  

You feel like you're levitating off the bed. Fuck. Both of them, enjoying both you and each other. It's the most intense thing you've ever experienced. 

- Oh, yes.. Baby!

Jack moans out, slowly pulling out of your mouth, before Brock leans in for a kiss. You're almost out of breath already, and the kiss steals more air from your longues. You close your eyes again, take a deep breath. Telling yourself that this is real. 

When you open your eyes again, you're looking straight up at Brock, swallowing Jack's cock down; as he keeps pounding into you with renewed force. Holy fuck, how enormeously sexy this is. You can't help it, you need to join in on this. You lift your hand up, letting it glide over Jack's balls, before you lift your head, and let your lips and tongue touch them. 

- Yes! Fuck, Angel!

Jack moans out, almost desperate. And you can feel his balls drawing up. Oh, holy fuck. Is he going to cum? You so want to see this. But you're ripped out of the beautiful sight when Brock's cock hits that delicious spot inside you. 

- Nghssk…

You almost scream, before you lift your legs up, and wrap them around Brock, pushing him in, as deep as he goes. Your eyes closed, you're totally wrapped up in feeling this. Your desperate moans almost sound like screams. 

A couple of hard thrusts inside you, and Brock leans into you. Whispering into your skin.

- Ahhh.. Oh…. Fuck, Angel. You're amazing!

You slowly open your eyes. Brock is still on top of you. Breathing heavily, just like you. Jack lies on his side next to you, looking at you, smiling. 

- You're beautiful, Angel. You know that?

Jack tells you, letting his hand brush over your hair. You send your friend a smile. You both know that you just took your friendship to a new level. Nothing could ever ruin the friendship between you. But this sure is something new. Not only did you sleep with him, you also slept with his husband, and you watched them have sex as well. You can't get over how incredibly sexy THAT was. 

Brock carefully untangles himself from you, rolls over to his side next to you. Placing his hand on your stomach, Jack does the same. You look at them. 

- You really, really want a baby, don't you? 

You ask, feeling the responsibility of actually getting pregnant, and carrying the baby to term dawn on you. 

- Yes, Angel, we really, really want a baby. But…

Jack replies, and you know that look he has in his eyes, so you cut him off. 

- No, Jack. Don't think like that. I'll do this for as many times as it takes to get this right. 

You tell him, lifting your hand up to his face. 

- Ok, Jack? I have no problems with this.

You tell him, and then you feel Brock's arm sliding around your waist. 

- Good, because we wanted to run something by you.

He says, getting a nervous "Really? Now?" Look from his husband. 

- Ok?

You reply, turning your head towards Brock. 

- We want you to be the mom!

Brock tells you. You open your mouth to reply that you already said yes to that. But Brock continues, stopping you, before you even get a word out. 

- We want you to BE the mom. We want the little one to know that you are the mom. We don't want to use formula, and we want you to be part of the baby's life. Every day!

Brock says, swallowing nervously, when he's done. 

- What does that mean?

You ask, looking at them both. 

- I don't think it's healthy for any child to have two different homes. I'm so…

Again you're being cut off. This time by Jack. 

- We want you to move in here. We have a room for you, and plenty of space. We love you. And it will make it easier for everyone. 

Jack gives you a "please say yes look". 

- And then you can move out of the shithole of a rental you have. You live on the fourth floor, and you don't even have an elevator. How are you supposed to walk those stairs when you're this big?

Jack gestures with his hands how big you're going to get. 

- Are you serious? Why didn't you say this right away?

You ask, looking at them. 

- I'm not mad. I'm just surprised!

You add, when you see the look on their faces. 

- So…. What do you say?

Jack asks, giving his husband a quick glance. With the way he's looking at you, and the way you can almost feel Brock's nervousness behind you. You know what is the right thing to do here. 

- Yes, ok.. I'll move in. 

You say, giving Jack a little smile, and then his whole face lights up, almost the same way it did when he told you he'd met Brock. 

Brock lifts himself up on his forearms, leans over you; giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, then he gets up. 

- Ok. I'm gonna pour you a bath. And while you're in there, resting up. I'm gonna whip up some late night snacks for us. 

They're like two five year olds on Christmas morning. You can't help but smile at them. Your two best friends, and you, and hopefully a baby, when that time comes. How many times will it take, to get this right? Will you continue this after? Was it as good for them as it was for you? It obviously didn't ruin anything, because you're moving into their home. This wasn't exactly how you'd picture how it'd go down, when you thought about becoming a mom. But to be perfectly honest, this is the best way. It'll be perfect. You know it will. 

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (15)

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

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, established Stucky, angst, implied smut, caring mobsters, pregnant reader,

Indecent Proposal (14)

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You freeze the moment your eyes land on the man interrogating you not weeks ago. Brock Rumlow stands right in front of you, eyes dropping to your middle.

“What do we have here?” He dips his head and smirks. “I see you didn’t waste time, Ms. Y/L/N. So, the rumors are true. You moved on really quickly, huh? Maybe we should investigate your boyfriend’s death again and dig a little deeper this time.”

“I told you; he wasn’t my boyfriend when he died,” you try to not sound too scared. “Scott and I parted ways on good terms. We just didn’t work out. Please just leave me alone. I have nothing to do with what happened to him.”

“I don’t believe a single word leaves your lips,” Brock sneers. “They instructed you well. You’re a damn good liar. I wondered why they are so interested in you.” He dips his head to look you up and down. “Your cunt cannot be the only reason. Do you have a connection to the mob, or…”

“Detective,” Steve steps in front of you, blocking Brock’s path. “What brings us the pleasure of your presence?” He has a dangerous glint in his eyes when he looks at Brock. “Do you need diapers or a pacifier?”

“I didn’t take you for a diaper lover,” Bucky steps behind Brock. “No kink-shaming, Detective but this is not the right store to buy you stuff. It’s for babies only.”

“What my polite husband tries to tell you,” Steve sizes Brock up, and narrows his eyes, “is that if you don’t stop harassing our wife, you will regret that you were born.”

“Is that a treat?” Brock cocks his head to glance at you standing behind Steve. “You know that I’m a cop, right?”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest and straightens his back to look even taller. 

“Not a treat, Detective,” he says lowly. “It’s a promise.”

“How about we call our lawyer and your boss,” Bucky nearly growls. “I bet they’d love to explain the law and your job to you again. I don’t think that harassing a woman at a store is in your job description.”

“I bet he believed Y/N was alone,” Steve curls his upper lip. “Maybe you would rather be alone with me.” His features darken, and he drops his eyes to the badge in Rumlow’s hand. “We could have so much fun.”

“Maybe he’s scared of being a bottom,” Bucky snickers behind Rumlow’s back. “He’d look good with a collar around his neck, don’t you think Stevie.”

“I’m not one of your boy toys,” Rumlow sneers. “You will pay me the needed respect. I have the right to investigate the death of Scott Lang and to interrogate his ex-girlfriend. We all know you killed him to get the girl.”

“Well in that case,” Bucky leaned closer to whisper the words, “you’re a very brave man for messing with our girl while we are in the middle of shopping for clothes for our baby.”

“Someone might call it suicidal,” Steve adds. He puffs his chest and stares Rumlow down. “We hope you have a wonderful day, Detective. Maybe we can continue our conversation another time.”

“We are terribly sorry, but there are more important things we need to take care of today,” Bucky steps closer to you to wrap his arm around your shoulders, offering protection. “If you’d please excuse us now, Detective.”

“Wait, I’m not done—” Rumlow huffs. He can only watch you; Steve and Bucky walk away. You’re trembling and breathing is harder as you are scared to hell and back.

“You need to breathe for me, doll,” Bucky whispers as he guides you toward the entrance. “We will drive home and come back later.”

“I should’ve planted a bullet to his brain right there, in the middle of the store,” Steve grits out. “How dare him to even look at our girl!”

“You called me your wife,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “But we aren’t married, and I don’t think that’s legal. I mean…you’re already married to Bucky and I’m just…”

“You are our wife,” Bucky stops you from doubting your role in your relationship. “We will have a nice ceremony. You can wear a pretty dress, all white and innocent.” He purrs and nuzzles your cheek. “Only for me to rip the dress off your body.”

“Buck,” Steve clears his throat. “We will plan a wedding later. For now, we need to take care of Y/N. And later…” 

He doesn’t say more, but you assume they will do something about Brock Rumlow. You only fear their solution will be final, and get them into more trouble…

“Romanoff, leash your dog and keep him away from our girl or we will put it to sleep,” Steve spits while talking. He yells loud enough to make his husband flinch. “He talked to our girl in the middle of a store. Rumlow is out of control!”

“I’m not his mother nor do I have control over him,” Natasha bites back. “I covered your crimes for years. I’m loyal, and you know it. It’s not my fault Rumlow won’t stop sniffing around. He’s like a dog with its bone.”

“You’ve got one last chance to stop him. If not, we will take care of him,” he says, and steps closer to Natasha. 

“I can’t,” she sighs and shakes her head. “It’s too much to ask for.”

“Don’t act as if you are doing us a favor. We pay you well and make sure you are safe for years,” Steve points out. 

“I did you more than one favor,” she argues and points at Bucky. “How many times did I save your ungrateful asses from getting arrested?”

“All right, well, let me rephrase that, then,” Bucky says and gets his gun out. “You make sure that Rumlow stops scaring our girl, or we will take matters into our own hands. This includes letting everyone in your life know about your dirty little secrets.”

Natasha blanches. She swallows audibly, feeling like a lamb among wolves. So far, Steve and Bucky treated her like an equal, but she’s close to losing their protection and the money she got used to.

“I’ll try,” she sniffs. “Give me a few days. Maybe I can find a way to get rid of him without killing him. I only need to find his dirty little secrets.”

Bucky nods, and hands Natasha an envelope filled with money. “You have a week,” he says. “We want to continue this fruitful business relationship. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Hey, he won’t hurt you, or get close to you, doll,” Steve softly speaks to you while his husband tugs you into bed. “We promise to take care of him.”

“The detective working for us will help us,” Bucky hastily says. He doesn’t want to tell you that they already planned to get rid of Rumlow if Natasha doesn’t find a way to make him stop.

“He scared me, is all,” you whisper and snuggle into the pillow. “I believed he would arrest me, or you.”

“No one will part us, Y/N,” Steve says. “And no one is brave enough to try…”

Part 15.2

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[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."

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Blue Bonnets

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x Female Reader

Word Count: 1720

Summary: What if Brock left Hydra and retired on a Ranch?

Warnings: Smut & Fluff

A/N: This idea came from @americasass81 and my muse was happy to write it.

A/N 2: Thank you to @lfnr-blog-blog-blog for beta reading this. All mistakes are still my own.

The header was made by me.

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The sun was slowly setting over the horizon as Brock sat on his porch and took in the beauty of it all. The bluebonnets were coming in nicely this spring and he wondered how long they would stay. If you had asked him years ago if he would leave Hydra for a simpler life, he would have laughed in your face. Hydra at one point was the only thing keeping him together and gave him what he thought was family. Time presented its moment and he learned of all the things Hydra was capable of doing and all the lives they would take. That was when he was done with them and took off on the run. Brock watched as you rode your horse back to the house you both shared. As you start putting the horse up for the evening Brock can’t help but reminisce on how he got here.

After months of being on the run, he was able to finally make it to a small town in Texas. He was expecting to pass through just like every other town he drifted through but instead, he found you. He remembers the first time he saw you. You were at a local bar with your friends dancing in your dress, cowgirl boots, and hat. He was at the bar in the corner watching as you swayed your hips to the country music that was playing. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and by the end of the night, he would have your number. 

When you were done dancing you made your way over to the bar. You ordered a beer as you tried catching your breath from all the dancing. Your eyes glanced around the bar and you spotted Brock sitting alone, nursing a beer. He was handsome in his plaid black shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, hat sitting low on his head, and jeans that were hugging him in all the right places. You grabbed your beer and slowly walked over to him.

Brock’s eyes never left yours as you slowly walked over to him. He took a swig of his beer just as you approached him. He placed his beer on the table and gave you a smirk. You then introduced yourself and sat down in the chair next to him. Brock tilted his hat your way and introduced himself. “I’m Brock, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You instantly know the accent is not from around these parts but you are intrigued with him. As you both drink your beers slowly you make small talk. He gives you a little background that he’s from New York and had a job that just went in the wrong direction with his values. He is currently just enjoying life as a drifter but he may want to see what this town has to offer. The answer was good enough for you and you explain to him you have a ranch just on the edge of town. You were looking for a ranch hand and if he needed some work he could come by in the morning. With a grin on his face, he agrees that he will stop by. 

The rest of the night goes by in a blur and before you both know it the bar is shutting down. Brock paid both your tabs and offered to walk you to your truck. He holds the door open for you as you head outside into the cool night. When you reach your truck you turn to him and say, “I had a wonderful night Brock. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” You lean in and give a soft kiss on his cheek. 

Brock was taken aback by how gently you kissed him and lord knew he would love to pull you in for a passionate one. But for now, he’ll wait as he knows this is the beginning of something special. You both part ways for the evening leaving him to think about what the future could bring if he stayed.

The next day Brock showed up on your ranch and watched you exit a house. Today you are wearing a lightweight plaid shirt over a tank top, jeans, your boots, and a hat. You looked ready to start your day. You walked over to him, looped your arm in his, and instantly started giving him a tour of your property. You showed him the house you came from which was for the ranch hands for them to stay if they didn’t have a place. Then you showed him the rest of the buildings on the property. The tour took an hour and by the time you were done, Brock was agreeing to be your new ranch hand. 

From then on you two became inseparable, working hand in hand on the ranch. Brock worked hard to prove this was something he could do. No longer was he a Hydra soldier now he was Brock the rancher. He even got to eventually call you his woman after a few months of working together. Life was going in a direction he never imagined and he was in love with you. One night you were both getting the barn settled for the night. When he cornered you near the hay bales. His touch was light and desperate. You jumped up into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. He kissed you passionately and deepened the kiss when your mouth parted. It seemed he kissed you forever but he pulled back so you both could take a breath.

“I want you sweetheart so badly. Let me make love to you.” Brock whispered against your lips.

Your head was nodding before you could answer. “Please I need to feel you inside me. I-I have waited so long for you to ask.” You begged him to take you and Brock smiled at you. 

Brock carried you to your house as you placed kisses on his neck while occasionally nibbling on him. Brock couldn’t help the low groans that left his mouth from what you were doing. Finally reaching your bedroom Brock lowered you to your feet and stood there staring at you. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can’t wait to make love to you.”

You slowly start to undress along with him and before you know it you’re both naked. You can’t help but admire his muscles on display along with his large cock. Gently Brock pushes you to the bed and you inch your way up the bed while he follows you. As you fully lay down Brock spreads your legs and lays in between them. Seeing your glistening pussy on display for him he can’t help but go in for a taste. 

The first pass with his tongue had you begging for more. Your fingers slipped through his hair as he skillfully took you apart with his tongue. Every pass of his tongue, every suckle of your clit had you arching into him, moaning his name to the heavens. Brock then pushed two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out while he played with your clit with his mouth. His fingers sped up as he sucked on your clit and that’s all you needed to cum for him. Brock finally stopped when you started to shake in his hold from overstimulation.

Slowly he crawled up your body until he was face to face with you. “How do you feel sweetheart?”

You smiled big at him. “Like I’m on cloud nine. I need more. Please make love to me.”

“Anything you want sweetheart you can have.” Brock wrapped his hand around his hard cock giving it a few strokes before he lined himself up to your wet pussy and started to push into you. Inch by inch he slowly sank into your tight cunt and leaned over you with his arms on either side of you to hold him up. His strokes were soft but firm at times. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he rolled his hips into you. Both of you let out groans and moans with every thrust into you. Brock leaned down to kiss you on your lips, capturing your whimper of how good he was feeling inside you. His thrusts started to pick up and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room along with your moans. Within moments you were crying out your release as he started to chase his end. A few hard thrusts into you and he was cumming inside you, painting your womb in his release. Both of you were panting from the exhaustion of your lovemaking. You pulled his face towards yours and started to kiss him. Never have you felt this way with another man before. 

A few minutes later Brock pulled out of you and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he walked back he had a towel with him and he sat on the bed cleaning up the mess you both made between your legs. After he was done he threw the towel in your dirty laundry bin. Brock crawled into bed with you and pulled you close to his chest. He kissed your face and settled in. 

“I’m in love with you sweetheart. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Say you will be mine forever. Say it and I promise that you will never want for anything. I will love you until my last breath.”

Your eyes welled up with tears as you answered him, “I’m in love with you too Brock. I promise to stay with you forever. You’re my everything.”

Brock’s arms wrapped around you and you both drifted off to sleep.

This seemed like an eternity ago as Brock watched you pick some bluebonnets with your little girl who was now three years old. Again if you would have asked him if he thought this was his future he would have called you crazy. Today he is happily married and has a daughter that looks just like you. The ranch, no you have saved his life. You gave him a home, a new family, and a future.

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As Good a Reason - masterlist

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: when Brock Rumlow picks a fight he can’t win with the White Wolf, he drags his Snake back. Six years after she ran away, Y/N Rumlow is faced with a choice to make; do as she’s told and kill the White Wolf or overtake her father instead because spite’s as good a reason to take his power?

status: complete

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, gangs/crime, death, smutty moments, violence, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, murder, slow burn, smut, violence, weapons. Each chapter will have its own warnings as well and please read at your own risk!

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Hold My Beer

Pairing: Brief Rumlow X Reader, Biker!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Your old best friend is tired of seeing you in the arms of another. Especially one who doesn’t treat you right. So he’s gonna do something about that.

Warnings: Language, violence (minor), infidelity, breaking up, allusions to smut, biker!bucky,

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: 100% inspired by the Aaron Pritchett song lol. This is kinda short but it’s something I wanna just kinda toss into the void lol. I do think I’ll be writing more for this particular AU!Bucky in the future, I’m just waiting for some inspiration to strike.

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Steel blue eyes are zeroed in on a couple by the bar.

His focus is on the man. 

More specifically, the way he’s practically ignoring the beautiful woman by his side. 

“You good, Buck?” Steve asks from beside him, nudging his friend lightly with his elbow. 

The brunet hums, his brows drawing together as he watches the man at the bar ogle different woman, while his girl sits with a frown on her pretty face. 

“Yeah, m’fine. I just... gimme one second,” he murmurs, pushing to his feet and walking away from his booth, beer still held tightly in his grasp. 

The blond watches his friend as he approaches the couple at the bar, beyond confused. 

This particular couple has been in the brunet’s bar a couple times, the man causing trouble more often than not, and it’s no secret that he’s less than faithful to his woman. 

To you.

You sit beside your boyfriend, brows pulled together as you watch him eye a woman across the bar. 

It hurts your pride to have him do this in front of you, but he’s already had a few drinks and you know better than to try and argue with him when he’s been drinking. 

“Hey, could you hold my beer for a sec, buddy?” A voice asks. 

You blink yourself out of your thoughts and look up at the man standing before yourself and Brock, brows rising to your hairline. 

None other than Bucky Barnes stands before you.

Solid six feet and five inches of thick muscle towers over your boyfriend, and you can’t help the grin that threatens to pull at your lips.

Brock’s always hated Bucky, and you can’t really blame him.

Your bestfriend-turned stranger is attractive enough to get a nun to sin, and he’s never been shy when it comes to flirting with you. Especially after seeing you cry over the piece of shit sitting next to you.

Bucky’s hatred for Brock Rumlow isn’t hidden at all, and he doesn’t care who knows. You’re too good a woman to be treated the way he treats you, and Bucky’s determined to make you realize that.

He's got a tame beard covering the lower half of his face and his eyes are the warmest icy blue you’ve ever seen, mischief glowing in them. Light freckles dust across his cheeks like stars in the night sky, and his lips are pink and plump. 

You follow his gaze to your boyfriend, and Brock looks just as confused as you feel. 

“I uh... why? What do you want?” He asks while slowly reaching out to hold Bucky’s beer. 

“’Cause your woman needs a kiss, and a boy like you ain’t gonna satisfy her.” With that, Bucky leans in and presses his lips against yours.

He’s kissed you many times before, and you’ve always brushed it off as him being a touchy friend, though you know it’s more than that.

And this is proof.

Because this isn’t a kiss you give your friend.

You sit still for a long moment, shock freezing you before you peck Bucky back and tug away, terrified at what Brock’s reaction’s going to be and warm inside at the intense feeling of Bucky’s lips on yours. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you?!” Brock shouts, moving to hop off the barstool only to be held in place by one of Bucky’s thick tattooed arms. 

He shoves the smaller man back in his seat and levels him with a glare. 

“You’d better not drop my fuckin’ beer,” he whispers dangerously, his true biker roots coming out on display. 

Brock grinds his teeth together and turns his steely glare on you. 

“You see? You ask why I hate when you would see him! It's cause I know you’re a slut who can’t control herself.”

His words bite a little, but they don’t hurt nearly as much as Bucky’s fist connecting with his face. 

The bar goes quiet as Brock grabs at his nose, glaring at the biker. 

“See, you’ve made a few mistakes here tonight. The first was showing your face. The second, was not paying enough attention to your girl. The third, was disrespecting your girl when she deserves the world. And the fourth...” Bucky leans down, his eyes hard and full of hatred, “you spilled my beer.”

You’ve been with Brock Rumlow for an embarrassing amount of time, and never  have you ever seen him look so tiny and terrified. 

“Now, you’re gonna hold my beer and watch my jacket while I take your girl up dancing, and then you’re gonna head on home and you’re gonna clear your shit outta her apartment, you’re gonna delete yourself from her life, and you’re never gonna even think about going near her again, or else it’ll be me you’re dealing with, got it?”

Brock opens his mouth to snark back, but a glance around the bar at all the bikers wearing jackets that match Bucky's has him keeping his mouth shut.

“Alright, good talk. Thanks man!” Bucky calls, grabbing your hand and tugging you off of your stool.

You stumble after him, still in shock at the exchange that just occurred.

“Buck, what the Hell was that?!” You demand, flattening your palms against his chest when he pulls you against him. 

“I’ve sat and watched that prick treat you like garbage for two and a half years, (Y/n). I’m not doing it anymore. You deserve so much better and I'm tired of pretending that I’m okay seeing you with him.”

You blink up at him in shock and shake your head, “Bucky, you can’t just end my relationship like that. Brock and I need to talk about things.” 

He scoffs and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you closer and kissing your forehead. 

“I just did, sweetheart. You’re gonna come to my place tonight, we’re gonna talk and drink and maybe get a little... friendly, just like we used to, and then tomorrow I’m gonna bring you back to your apartment and if that asshole hasn't cleaned all of his shit out, there’s gonna be Hell to pay.”

You take a deep breath and look over your shoulder to where Brock is sitting. Steve’s by his side, arms crossed over his chest and a grin on his handsome face when he catches your gaze. 

“C’mon, baby. You gonna dance with me like we used to or do you wanna go straight to my place and have me bend you over the counter and eat that pretty pussy like the good old days?”

A shiver races down your spine, shaking the guilt from your stomach as you look up into his ever-blue eyes. 

“I... we can go to your place,” you whisper, smiling shyly when he grins triumphantly. 

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips while one of his hands trails down to your ass, grabbing a handful of it then letting go only to smack it roughly. 

“That’s my girl.”

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 11

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: You and Agatha come face to face.

Chapter Warnings: Witchcraft, gun violence. minor character death.

Elektra stepped out the van first, followed by you, Billy on your six, with Frank and Luke quick to join either sides.

Another two vans full of Frank’s extended pack members jumped out, all heavily armed and their scents full of anger. You heard Luke confirm all the other packs had their own units in place and Billy directing a small group of their own to get out those injured in the security box.

As you prepared to move out from where you were hidden from Agatha and the Hydra agents, Frank slipped his hand around your waist and squeezed softly just like he had the first day you’d met. You looked up at him your eyes still bright as your powers simmered.

“Be careful.”

You nodded as another familiar hand slipped around your waist and a kiss placed on your head.

“I know you won’t want to and you’re not gonna like it but I need you to let me handle Agatha. She doesn’t know me, she’ll have sensed me before, from Fiona’s, but that’s all. She’ll try and turn us against each other. Let me handle her. You have to let me handle her.”

Frank and Billy nodded. You were right, they wouldn’t like it but it was clear how strong you were and you had to take Agatha down and she needed to be stopped once and for all.

“That goes for all of you.” You said firmly. You weren’t stupid and you knew Elektra and Luke, as well as the extended pack would try and get involved if they thought you were in danger. There were more nods and confirmations of your instructions.

“Now let’s snap this bitch of a witch.”

Frank gave out instructions and positions to the pack and you watched as they scattered out, silent in their movements.

“She needs to see me Frank, the shock will give me the upper hand. She’s used to witches cowering from her.”

Frank nodded, he didn’t like it but again he knew you were right. He explained that he and the others would watch your six and deal with the Hydra rogues, whilst you dealt with Agatha. They were already outnumbering the rogues so you knew that wouldn’t take long, not with their skill set. The biggest battle would be between you and Agatha.

The rogues position varied. Some stayed near the vehicles they’d arrived in and some including Brock Rumlow were near Agatha as she tried and failed to get through your shield. Rumlow barked orders for it to be taken down so they could hide the hostages. One of them, an alpha with white blonde hair, that you quickly realised was more likely bleach, than him being a white wolf, had been heavily beaten and was more restrained than the others. They lay a few feet away from Rumlow’s feet as another Hydra rogue kept a gun on them.

You shuffled along behind some crates until Frank was happy with your position. When you stepped out you’d be right in front Agatha and at some point you’d have to step out of the shield to deal with her. But first, the wolf in you decided, you’d play with her and torment her just like she had to so many others. The wolf in you wanted to see the fear in her eyes. As you went to step out you were stopped by a pull on the witch wound. Fiona.

Put your cloak on you damn fool.

You huffed and pulled it out. Frank glanced over as you put it on. He’d never seen your cloak before, he didn’t even know you had one. Even at a glance, he was quick to notice the different coloured threads along the seams.

Billy let out a sigh of relief from his position. He knew cloaks were meant to give an element of protection but he’d never seen you with one and you’d never mentioned having one either. He’d thought about buying you one himself to apologise for the whole neck grabbing situation but the witch he’d spoken to, Hilda something, had said only witches gave other witches cloaks and he didn’t want to piss you off anymore than he already had.

A crackling of the shield snapped everyone’s attention to you as you rose from your hiding spot.

Agatha’s eyes snapped toward you as she lowered her hands momentarily, from where she’d tried and failed miserably to take down your shield. She tried to hide her worried expression with one of anger but you caught it, if only for a second.

“Let me in!” She growled at you and you snorted with laughter.

“No, I don’t think I will.” And you crackled the shield again as a show of strength.

She created a ball of fire in her hand a demonstration of her own powers and you smirked in reply.

“Let me in or I’ll burn down the town.”

“If anyone burns it’ll be you.” Came your reply. Your threat was clear. When one witch threatened another with burning this was only going to go one way.

Agatha seethed at your threat and the wind picked up around her. She maddened further when she saw just how unaffected you were. She created two large balls of fire in her hands and threw them at your shield.

“Let me in!” This time an alpha command.

Frank growled in response, but you didn’t flinch and the shield stayed in tact. Billy’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“I knew it.” Came Elektra’s whispered voice. Agatha’s alpha command had failed to work on you but all those months ago, Frank’s had.

Because not only were you a witch and a white wolf, you were also a True Luna. A secret you had kept since you were eighteen. A secret only you and your old Luna knew. Frank’s command that day you’d tried to get in his pants had only worked because he was a prime alpha, and your tipsy behaviour would have also had played its part. Your voice brought the attention back to you.

“Try again bitch!”

Agatha created bigger balls of fire and rose from the ground. Growling harshly as she floated above you, as close as she could without touching the shield.

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with Omega.”

The disdain for your presentation clear in her voice. You smirked and rose from the ground, so you were level with her.

“Nor do you.”

“Kill the hostages.” She ordered. The one guarding them raised his gun. Rumlow raised his hand to stop them.

“Agatha, we need them. We just need to bide our time until the boat gets here. Put them back in the van.”

“No! Kill them! Unless…..”

“Unless what?”

“Unless she hands herself over.”

A new voice entered the conversation. Frank. As he stepped out he gave you a look that told you to not even consider handing yourself over.

“That’s not happening.”

“Do you want that on your conscience little Omega?” Agatha asked ignore Frank’s presence, “these poor hostages will die because of you. Won’t that break your little omega heart to know that’s your fault?”

Your brow furrowed and you gulped hard. If she killed those hostages it would be on you. You lowered yourself to the ground.

“That’s what I thought. You might be able to avoid my commands but you, you’re an omega. Weak, pathetic, it’s sickening.” She growled as she lowered herself.

You dipped your head, slumping your shoulders, pushing shame and sadness through your scent and easing it through the shield towards Agatha.

“See!!” She called out, gesturing at you “they’re all the same! Powers are wasted on omegas.”

“You don’t know me” you sniffed, head still lowered, your hair partially covering your face.

“I don’t need to!!! You might be able to keep up a shield but you will fall just like the rest of them.”

“Is that why you’re scared? Because you can't get round my shield.” You replied quietly.

Agatha let out a choked sound.

“Scared? Of you? You’re insane.”

“Actually I’m not” you lifted your head a smirk on your face “I actually amazingly passed the mental health test at my last check up.”

Agatha looked at you confused. Weren’t you just crying?

“I bother you, don’t I Agatha? It bothers you that I’m an omega. It bothers you that for the second time I’ve kept you out of where you want to be. It bothers you that you can’t breakdown my shield and you and I both know why you can’t. It bothers you that I’m stronger than you. I saw you Agatha, I saw the worried look and the panic in your eyes before we got here. An omega witch that outranks you in every damn way possible and it scares you.”

“LIES!!!”

“Try and get in then.”

Agatha placed her palms as close to the shield as she could and pushed her powers into it. Shades of purple flashed up the side but failed to have an effect on your shield. She tried a second time growling as she did. You purposely wound her up more by looking at your watch.

“Are you done?” You asked.

“KILL THE HOSTAGES NOW!” she yelled in the direction of one of the beta guards, an Alpha command which he wouldn’t be able to avoid. He raised his gun and fired at them but you were quicker than he was.

You lifted the shield quickly as near as possible to where they had been thrown on the floor and used your powers to pull them through at speed. You knew from Billy’s position that he was best placed to handle the beta and you dipped to the right as Billy took a shot over your left shoulder, hitting the beta right between the eyes.

Agatha lunged towards where you’d moved the shield and let Billy’s bullet through, expecting a weak point. Rumlow and the other Hydra agents followed her lead and opened fire. Your shield remained intact as the bullets bounced off. Annoyed by Agatha’s attempt to get in you tossed her ten feet backwards into a shipping container.

“How? How is she doing this?” Yelled Rumlow as he signalled for his men to take cover, spotting Frank and Billy and the rest of the pack easing forward.

You watched as Agatha dragged herself towards Rumlow’s hiding spot beside one of the cars.

“Where is the damn boat Rumlow?”

“It’s five minutes out.”

“Well tell them to make it quicker.” Agatha used the car to pull herself from the ground.

You stayed firmly in place, never taking your eyes off her. Agatha scanned the shield for a weak spot but found none. She watched as Luke and another pack member moved the hostages out of her sight, as Elektra watched their six, and then she spotted it. A weak spot. Not in the shield but in the pack.

Billy’s eyes were trained on you as he covered you but they weren’t just the eyes of a team or pack mate watching out for someone. There was something else there, admiration, love maybe and whole lot of lust.

There were clearly other ways to take you down. All of you.

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I'll Wait For You

Character: Jack Rollins

Warning: A little Sad, reference to smut.

Note: This shot was born from a writing challenge by @nekoannie-chan whom I thank for translating it into English. It will also be published on my Wattpad. The english version will be exclusive for Tumblr.

Phrase: "We are not murderers, but we're not angels either" Song: Don't you see by Zard. "That's because I'm afraid of getting hurt", "Don't you see", "Even though I ask and pray for miracles and memories"

In one of New York’s parks, a couple of kids were walking around, each going their separate ways until they inevitably bumped into each other.

—So, you’re not from around here, are you? — asks the boy without taking his eyes off you.

—No, we just arrived, I am... — you heard your mother’s call—Oops, I have to go! — you got closer to the boy while taking off your bracelet — I’m Y/N — you told him your name even though you knew you shouldn’t, — Just Y/N — you smiled sweetly as you put on your bracelet. Your mother called you back— I’ll wait for you here next time — and you started to run in your mother’s direction.

—I’m Jack Rollins — he yells at you as you run away.

As you lost sight of him, Jack looks at the bracelet more closely, a Tous bracelet, with a silver pearl. He understood that this was a promise that you would see each other again.

Several days passed since their first and only meeting, Jack went on multiple occasions to the park where he would spend hours before returning home. Despite his best efforts, he never saw you again.

16 years later

Despite the time that had passed, Jack had not forgotten you, deep down he still hoped to meet you, to be able to recognize you just by looking at you even though you were already an adult like him, that simple idea could have kept him entertained for hours.

—We have a mission — Brock reported, bursting into his office.

—What did I tell you about no knocking?

—We’re meeting with an informant — Brock continues speaking, ignoring his friend’s question. who is also a black-market trader, it looks like we’ll take care of making a deal with her.

—Is the mission HYDRA or S.H.I.E.L.D?

—Both, the information is for SHIELDRA, but the weapons are for HYDRA.

This type of mission was not strange for them, on multiple occasions they performed missions for both sides, although of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t know everything.

—Here is the file with the information, we leave in a few hours — he hands him the file and then leaves.

Jack takes the file to review it, and as soon as he opens it, he is perplexed by the woman in the image. He is not sure if his mind is playing a bad joke on him or if it is really you.

The resemblance was undeniable, but curiously your real name was not in the file, only names you usually use, your alias and what caught his attention the most, your relationship with the Mercury Clan.

The Mercury Clan was a clan of informants and black-market dealers that have helped both HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. since its inception, in a neutral way, which they continued to do to this day, as very few of their members knew about HYDRA and continued to keep it a secret.

Which they continued to do to this day, as very few of their members knew about HYDRA and continued to keep it a secret.

Jack runs up his sleeve to uncover the bracelet you gave him, already a bit worn due to the years, but still in good condition.

“Will she really be her, will she remember me, if she’s from the Mercury Clan...why wouldn’t she...? No, first I have to make sure it’s really her”

The agreed-upon place was a rustic-style outdoor bar — very nice, actually. It wasn’t long before they found you. Jack saw you at the bar, sitting at the bar with your drink and an elegant black dress.

—Let me come over first; maybe it will make everything easier — Jack asked. Though the request was strange, Brock didn’t refuse.

Jack fought his nerves as he approached where you are. After taking a seat right next to you, he ordered a drink. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye; he looked familiar, but for the moment, you had to wait for S.H.I.E.L.D., so you would worry about him later. The bartender hands Jack his drink, and he finally decides to speak before taking a sip.

—Just Y/N, right? — he said, however, to threaten him, you immediately turned to see him after hearing your name, but something stopped you, you managed to see his bracelet as the sleeve didn’t cover it much because of the position it was in. You’re not from around here, are you?

—Jack? — you asked, he nodded, and both of our hearts started beating like you never had before.

—I know it’s been a long time — he interrupted.

—16 years, in fact — you said, he nodded.

—But, I’m the one you were going to meet.

—Aren’t you supposed to come with someone? — I was informed that there would be two people — you questioned confused.

—Right, I’ll call Brock in a momento — Jack mentally smacked himself, completely forgetting about Brock. You both stood up to go to a farther place, Jack motioned to Brock.

—Let’s go on like nothing — I’ll look for you after this, and this time, I’m going to find you, Jack.

—Don’t you remember my surname? — he asked, noticing you were waiting for him to say his surname. You laughed softly in response.

—You told me that while I was running, I only managed to hear your name; even so, I looked for you like a crazy person when I grew up — you admitted, to which he smiled wider.

—Jack Rollins, I’ll wait for you, but don’t make me wait another 16 years — you bot laughed at his joke.

—What about him? — you asked, Jack, turns in confusion to find Brock, giving a muffled, barely audible scream. I imagine he’s your partner — Jack nods.

After introducing yourselves and moving away from the people, the three of you started your work. The mission was a success. Jack and Brock returned to the city, but something wasn’t right; there was no sign of you after the bar, but Jack still has faith that he will see you again.

As soon as he enters his apartment, the smell of food enters his nostrils, putting him on alert. Without making a sound, he pulls out his gun and goes to the kitchen, but not before he can peek out.

—I know you’ve already arrived — you say, Jack is startled to hear your voice and comes out of hiding, not believing that it’s really you, who is now on his back cooking. I heard you when you opened the door.

—How did you get in here?

"I have my tricks," you turned off the stove to look at him, "and I told you I'd find you this time, didn't I?" You smiled mischievously. We have a lot to talk about, Jack Rollins.

And that was just the beginning. It didn’t take long for your relationship to evolve into something more than a friendship. Unfortunately, a few weeks later you had to leave New York, your job prevented you from staying in one place for too long.

—I’ll be back — you assured him. You lay down on his bare chest. It’ll only be a couple of days and I’ll be back... or you could come with me.

—I doubt that will happen — he replies despondently. Leaving HYDRA wouldn’t be easy.

—In case you don’t remember, the Mercury Clan is respected by S.H.I.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA — you mention, Jack stands up a little in surprise, holding you by the back.

—You know about...?

—From the beginning, honey, but don’t worry, his secret is always safe with us — the idea of you knowing about HYDRA had already crossed his mind, but he never dared to confirm it or broach the subject; he didn’t want to take any risks.

—Can I ask a question? Why are you still keeping the HYDRA secret?

—Very simple, money and an infinite amount of information about the government, organizations and everything in general. You’d be surprised how much happens in a single day.

—Is there anything else I should know? — at his question you force his chest, to forcé him to lie down.

—That’s not for free — the lust is noticeable in your voice — I have a couple of hours before I leave — you both looked at each other with complicity to kiss and take advantage of the hours you still had left.

Their long-distance relationship was not easy at the beginning; you were almost always busy with work, especially since you were traveling almost all the time, but with time you managed to find a way to carry their relationship. Jack told Brock about your relationship a few months into it.

You could say that you became the informant and personal salesperson for both of you, and Jack was in charge of the payment.

Over the years, on several occasions, you proposed to Jack and Brock to join your clan; both always refused. HYDRA indeed has respect for the Mercury Clan, but the fear that HYDRA would rise against your clan was always present, even though you assured them that it would not be a real problem.

But, the real problems started to arrive with the discovery of Captain America, as well as the god who fell in New Mexico, also the scientist who turns into a green creature and the billionaire with his metal suit and thousands of weapons who to top it all off was part of the Avengers initiative along with two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Things changed from one moment to the next at HYDRA. It became more complicated to deal with superiors.

—Come with us, come with me; let me protect you — you begged Jack. Who had just arrived at his apartment, taking him by surprise.

—You know I can’t, especially not now with what they’re planning with the helicopters; if we run now, they’ll kill us all.

—I’m aware of that, Jack! "

—Then why do you insist that I run away with you when things are getting worse and we could both end up dead?!

—That’s because I’m afraid of getting hurt! — Jack was speechless — Don’t you see? Even though I ask and pray for miracles and memories, you’re not willing to take that step. Despite everything we went through, you’re still hesitating?

—How do you know that nothing will go wrong? — his voice was full of fear. You approached him and placed your hands on his face.

—We are not assassins, but we are not angels either... my father and our leader made a deal with Pierce, we will be fine, just... come with me — silence took over the room.

—Could you give me a few days? — you felt as if a bucket of cold water had fallen on you. Let me solve some things — You looked at him surprised; because of his question, you thought he would want time to think about it. " As soon as I solve them, we can leave, I promise.

—I’ll wait for you, I promise

You sealed their promise with a kiss. But he couldn’t keep his promise, things didn’t go the way he expected no one expected this whole mess to happen.

HYDRA’s existence was revealed, as were its secrets and those of S.H.I.E.L.D., not to mention the destruction of the Helicarrier and the Triskelion. Many HYDRA members managed to escape or were either killed or captured, to Jack’s fortune or misfortune, he was among those captured.

—Mr Rollins, it is time for your transfer to Raft Prison — reports the guard, opening Jack’s cell.

He didn’t give any resistance, there was no reason to fight anymore, the guilt of not having fulfilled what he swore to you was eating him, he had no idea where you were and the only thing he knew about Brock was that he was in the hospital.

He was taken on one of the jets along with other prisoners. Everyone was silent; no one said anything. Suddenly, one of the guards attacked the other two with electric darts, knocking them unconscious.

Most of the prisoners began to celebrate, but others were not sure if this was a good or bad thing.

—We can now go to the real destination — the pilot reported — Release him! — the guard immediately approaches Jack and releases him, who is stunned by the situation and unsure of what is going on.

—Hey, what about us? — one of the prisoners exclaims.

—The lady only ordered us to release him." Be satisfied with not going to prison for the time being.

“Y/N?”

—Hold on, we’re going to land — reports the pilot, but before Jack can ask, he looks out the windshield to see where you are and is stunned when his gaze meet yours. Both of their breaths became agitated.

As soon as the jet came to a complete stop on the ground, you both approached the back of the jet and as soon as the hatch opened, Jack shot out to meet you again. You hugged each other tightly without hurting the other, almost in tears, you thought you would never see each other again.

—How did you...?

—It doesn’t matter — you pulled away from him and took his hand in which you placed his bracelet — I couldn’t wait for you any longer — you both laughed at your comment. Then Jack kissed your hand.

—Neither could I.

—Come — you took his hand with both of yours and started walking. It’s time to go home, your friend will be here in a few days.

—Brock? — He sounded surprised, and you just nodded.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big change to go from HYDRA to a clan of informants and black-market traders, but in reality, it was, at least for him, because, as strange as it may seem, for the first time in a long time, he felt free, and all thanks to you.

[talia-rumlow]

Frank Grillo Characters Masterlist

One of my absolute favorite people in the whole wide world. I absolutely adore Frank. His amazing personality, and the range he shows in his acting skills, makes him one of the most inspirational people I´ve ever had the privilege to talk to. The fact the he still doesn't have an Oscar surprises me.

This is where you´ll find my collection of my Frank Grillo Characters fics. Happy Reading. Comments, reblogs and a red heart is highly appreciated.

ONE-SHOTS!

Private Workout (Alvey Kulina X Reader One-Shot)

Alvey´s Game (Alvey Kulina X Reader One-Shot)

Wrong Address (Brock Rumlow One-Shot)

A Helping Hand (Hydra Husbands One-Shot)

Bloody Nose (Brock Rumlow X Reader)

FINISHED STORIES!

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Wheelman

My Saviour

Ongoing Stories!

My Brother`s Best Friend

Bound & Brockened

Escort To The Multiverse

Home Sweet Home

Friendly Fire

You are the new medic at Navy Street, assigned to make sure the fighters are fit to fight, and to stitch them up if they get injured.

You've been in the game before. And you know Alvey, better than most people.

Shelby & Lisa hired you, without consulting with Alvey. And Alvey is not happy when he sees you.

You suddenly find yourself in the middle of a half broken up Kulina family, drug and alcohol abuse, and a Navy Street gym that is about to wreck itself from the inside out.

Will your strong will and smart mouth get them out of the ditch they dug for themselves? Or will you go down with them?

DISCLAMER: I'm not the biggest Lisa fan, so she's a side character in this one, she already left, and is not coming back. Remember this is Fiction, so don't hate me for changing parts of the story. I know a lot of you are BIG Kingdom fans (so am I). I just wanted to make this story my own. I Hope you'll like it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Drug and alcohol abuse Graphic Sexual Description Violence Strong Language Public Sex

UPCOMING STORIES!

YN Stark, Tony Starks oldest daughter just moved into the Stark towers after a messy break up. she immediantly bonds with Natasha. With her smart mouth and her IDFC attitude she manages to keep almost everyone at arms length. Mind made up at "Every Guy Is An Asshole". YN will never ever let another man into her life.

But then….

…. She meets Brock Rumlow at one of her dads parties..

Brock Rumlow don't want another girl. Every girl he's been with always seems to want him for one thing, and one thing only. Not that he minds that. Intimacy is great once in a while. But no girlfriends. Not now, not ever.

But when he one night gets seated next to Tony Starks daughter, things change. She is everything he's not. Caring, loving…. Beautiful. He want's her. But he'll have to work for it. Is it worth the risk?

Tony Stark loves his daughter, although he wasn't exactly ready to father her again when she was over 30 years old. But when she moves in. Tony sees that she inherited his smart mouth, and his sense of humor. The bond between father and daughter grows. It's even better than before. That's why he doesn't care one bit for it when YN starts to talk to SHIELD agent Brock Rumlow.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Family dispute, emotional baggage, Graphic sexual description, drinking, Description of nudity, emotions, strong language

Do not interact with this story if ANY of this is triggering to you. Stay safe ❤️

Brock Rumlow. The university's star quarterback. A talented fotball player, with an inability to behave himself.

You! Psychology Major, about to write your doctorate!

When your paths cross. You will both learn a thing or two about each other, and about yourself.

18+ story⚠️

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY IF YOU'RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!

Story will contain Graphic sexual descriptions, graphic descriptions of violence, emotional trauma, domestic abuse, mental illness, emotional baggage!

These are Trigger warnings. Please read them and respect them!

Stay safe & Happy reading❤️

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"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

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**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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