Hi XD I’ve never done a request thingy and I’m shy so sorry. But could you do winter having a boner and not knowing what it is so he’s asking Brock and Jack who soft with him about it? Maybe something cutesy or more htp if you prefer. :)
Hi love, no need to be shy, we don’t bite (or at least, we only bite by request). Welcome! We can absolutely do that. Sorry this reply took so long to get to you.
(TW/Trigger Warnings for: explosives and resulting injuries, dehumanization, and very dubious consent/bordering on non-consensual, mentions of rape. Let me know if anything else needs to be added to this list.)
The Soldier gets blown up on a mission. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but the timing was a little too perfect, the placement leaving severe wounds but nothing that the serum can’t heal, and Rumlow thinks that maybe, just maybe, Pierce was testing the Soldier’s abilities in the field. It had seemed like a suspiciously easy mission, too, something that they could have done without the Soldier’s help.
The Soldier comes limping up to Rumlow when the target’s been taken out, whimpers as he clutches his bleeding and still slightly smoking arm, sleeve and pants leg in tatters around it’s torn up limbs.
“Please,” Winter says softly. It’s the first time Brock’s ever heard him speak, and he’s suddenly aware that he has no idea if the serum comes with an enhanced pain tolerance or not.
“It’s okay, medical will get you all cleaned up,” he says, starting to turn away, but Winter shakes his head, grips Brock’s hand so gently in his metal one that Brock would almost think he was holding a kitten’s paw.
“Please?” He repeats, eyes darting down, and Brock looks, thinks there might be something wrong with the Soldier’s leg, but finds the remains of his pants tented instead.
“Huh,” he says, for lack of a better response. “Jack, get over here!” He calls.
Jack comes up, frowning. “Something wrong? That explosive did come in pretty fucking close to him,” he says, stopping dead when he sees the situation. “Huh.”
“Soldier, do you know what’s wrong?” Brock asks finally.
Winter shakes his head. “Please,” he tries again, and Brock and Jack trade a look.
“You think they trained him to-”
“-With pain? Yeah, I think they did. Don’t think he even knows what’s going on, either.”
“... Does that mean-”
“Yeah, it’s probably rape. But are we gonna let him just stand there like that?”
A pause. Then Jack grabs Winter by the flesh arm, ignores the pained and needy whimper, and drags him towards their designated convoy vehicle, Brock hurrying to join them.
“You’re moving to the other vehicle,” he snaps at the agents sitting in the back of theirs, and they scatter as Jack and Brock haul Winter in, shutting the doors behind them.
The van starts moving, and Jack and Brock get to work, pulling down Winter’s pants and pushing him to his knees, Jack sitting down in front of him and unzipping his own pants, already half hard.
“No teeth, just suck. Got it?”
Winter nods, sucking Jack down in one fluid motion while Brock strokes Winter’s cock. Winter hums softly, and it must feel good because Jack’s head thumps back against the side of the van as he moans.
“Jesus, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing and he’s perfect at it. Bet they trained it, just didn’t explain it,” he gasps out, and Brock nods.
“Would make sense. Like using some kind of toy, right?”
Jack gasps, burying his hand in Winter’s hair and holding him in place as he comes, pulling him off a few seconds later.
“Better than a toy,” Brock amends, and Jack slides over, gestures for Brock to take his place.
“Try it out for yourself,” he says, breathless, and Brock sits down, unzips and gives Winter the same warning.
Winter sucks him down, just like he did with Jack, and Brock gasps, one hand gripping his seat and the other tangling in Winter’s hair.
“Jesus christ,” he gasps as Winter’s tongue swirls around the head of his cock, as he hollows out his cheeks. “I’m not gonna last long,” Brock says between moans, and Jack nods.
“Good, we’re probably almost back to base anyway. Besides, we gotta reward him, that was the whole point of this anyway, right?”
Jack kneels down beside Winter, wraps one hand around Winter’s cock and digs his fingers into the burnt flesh of Winter’s arm with the other. “Come,” he says, and Winter moans around Brock’s cock, setting off Brock’s own orgasm.
Jack hauls Winter to his feet and zips Winter’s pants back up as Brock catches his breath.
“We’re doing that again sometime,” Brock says finally, and Jack nods.
“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely. Winter, any complaints about that?”
Winter shakes his head. “No, sir.”
It’s not until they get home later that both Jack and Brock even realize that Winter had responded to something other than Soldier.
Huh. There's community labels on here now? What the fuck? Guess we could start using those, unless anyone knows any reasons why we shouldn't? I'm too old of a dog to be learning new tricks.
What's up. Phoenix has been fucking fixated on Our Flag Means Death, sorry we haven't been around. Anyway, I might try to get some content done here soon. Might not. Can't really be bothered to give a fuck either way, but how are you all doing? I've missed posting horrific shit on here and people just eating it up. Genuinely, we could not ask for a better group of fellow dead dove lovers.
