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[mytrashbin]

During a mission in Madripoor, Clint finds out that Brock and other former members of the STRIKE Team /Hydra are being sold at a black market auction.

[buckybeardreams]

Sneak Peek of Tempting ch 40!!

"Brock! Oh my God! You came for me! My hero!" Clint shouted over the music, clearly drunk.

Brock was guessing it was the alcohol more so than his heat at this point.

"Come on, baby, let's go home," Brock murmured in his ear, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him up.

Clint shook his head, pointing to the Alpha sitting in the booth.

"This is Sam!"

Clint was clearly excited about introducing Brock to his boyfriend. Brock had heard a lot about this Sam guy. More than he'd like to have. Clint had only gone out with him a couple of times, but Clint swore that he was in love and wanted to mate with him. Brock always tried to brush it off. He could tell from the way that Clint talked about him that he was about to lose another nestpartner.

What Brock didn't know is why he cared so much. He didn't care when Rollin's got a mate or Natasha, or any of his many other nestpartner from over the years. For some reason the thought of losing Clint stung and it was more than just not wanting to be alone again. Brock had been pretty sure that when Clint planned this date, so close to their heat that it was honestly risky to go out on a date with an Alpha that he didn't intend to mate with, that Clint was going to let Sam take him home and help him through his heat.

Brock had felt the familiar loneliness settle like a rock in his stomach when Clint walked out the door, kissing Brock on the cheek and promising to see him later. Brock had been pretty sure that he wouldn't see Clint later, maybe not for a long time. Brock wasn't exactly the most likeable guy and most of his past nestpartners hadn't stayed in touch after they moved on.

Then Clint had texted him and Brock had immediately thought that Clint must have changed his mind. Maybe this Alpha turned out to be a creep and Clint didn't want to let him help him through his heat.

Was it bad that Brock had hoped that Clint had changed his mind? Surely that made him a bad person, right? He shouldn't want Clint to be lonely forever, just because he knew he would be. It wasn't fair to Clint who deserved so much more, but Brock had kinda hoped that they might be lonely together, at least for a while longer.

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This week we get a glimpse at how Brock and Clint ended up mated to Sam👀👀

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Whumptober - Day 17: Drugged

Clint was a star. Not like the football players here at this college, he was in the archery team. But he was a freshman with three olympic gold medals, so yes, he was a star. Lots of people on campus recognized him, wanted to take pictures with him to post on their Facebook or Instagram and when there was a party he always was invited. And that despite the fact that he was openly gay. People just seemed to like him.

So it was nothing unusual that he was invited to a party in sigma theta delta frat house this Saturday. He had laughed when he heard that. STD. It was quite funny.

“Hey, Barton!” Brock Rumlow, an older student and frat president, greeted him. It was him who had invited Clint. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I… uh… we split up,” Clint said and scratched the back of his neck. The moment he realize Tommy was only with him for the momentaneous fame he dumped him.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Brock said but Clint knew he wasn’t. But he followed him in nevertheless and it didn’t take him much time to throw himself into the fray. The music was loud, the alcohol was for free and some of the guys were really cute.

“Here, Barton,” Brock came over to him, pressed a red plastic cup in his hand and clinked it to his own. And Clint drank with him.

“Whoa,” he said a few minutes later. “That was strong?” He realized that he slurred.

“Too strong for you?” Brock laughed and patted his shoulder and Clint almost keeled over.

“I… I don’t…” his tongue was like lead. “I… I should…”

“... go and get some air?” Brock asked and Clint nodded. “Come on, let’s go.”

“You’dn’hav’ta,” he slurred and barged against Brock.

“Oh, I think I should come with you,” he said and took Clint’s arm. But instead of leading Clint out of the frat house he brought him to the kitchen and opened the door to the basement.

“Whr’w’goin?” Clint mumbled and tried to get back but Brock’s grip was strong.

“Don’t worry, there’s something I want to show you,” he said and shoved Clint down the stairs. He had to hold him or he would’ve fallen down but somehow they managed to get down.

“M’so’tired,” Clint mumbled and he could barely keep his eyes open. Brock led him to the laundry room and shoved him against the dryer. Clint felt his hands sliding under his shirt and wanted to move away. “No,” he slurred. “Don’t…”

“Don’t worry, Barton,” Brock chuckled in his ear. “Tomorrow you won’t remember and now let’s have some fun…”

[denna5]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Clint Barton/Steve Rogers

Clint Barton/Brock Rumlow

James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Brock Rumlow

Steve Rogers

Clint Barton

Brock Rumlow

James "Bucky" Barnes

Rape/Non-con Elements

Emotional Manipulation

       Summary    

Brock has grown to hate Captain America and he wants to take everything from him, his best friend, Clint, everything that Steve has, Brock wants to take it and he will.  Written for a prompt at the kink meme http://avengerkink.livejournal.com/21438.html?thread=54767550#t54767550

[apenas-tilintares-blog]

Imagine: The hydra tries to recruit the Hawkeye. Either it serves, or it will die. After meeting him, Brock Rumlow also finds out about the Winter Soldier and releases him along with the Hawkeye to destroy the Hydra.

[crossxxbones]

honesty hour - Brock, is Clint becoming more than just a mission?

"Flattered you think I'm that good of an actor, but I can't spend that much time pretending to care about someone and not start actually caring. I'm not a complete monster. I like Clint. I've always liked him. He's talented as fuck, and once he trusts you, that loyalty's rock solid. I'll protect him as much as I can, but there's no failure in Hydra. Mission's gotta come before any personal feelings."

[agent-brumlow-blog]

sex with u

Aaaah....  Foi o som do primeiro gemido do vídeo. No mesmo, Brock Rumlow estava de joelhos sobre a cama, com uma toalha abaixo de si. Seu corpo estava com um óleo que fazia sua pele brilhar. Suas coxas estavam bem visíveis no vídeo, enquanto o mesmo estava um pouco inclinado para trás, segurando-se na cabeceira da cama. Hmm... Ele gemeu novamente. A mão dele estava em seu próprio caralho, acariciando a cabecinha do mesmo com o polegar, proporcionando aqueles gemidos. Então, não fora preciso muitos instantes para que a sua mão começasse a descer e subir lentamente pelo seu pau. O sorriso travesso estava em seu rosto, como uma criança que apronta. Enquanto ele batia aquela punheta gostosa. Não foi preciso muitos movimentos, para que sua expressão mudasse de travessa para completamente prazerosa. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Clint...... Ah, ah...  Gemia arrastado, a respiração ficando ofegante, enquanto o ritmo apenas aumentava, sua expressão inteiramente de prazer era bem visível no vídeo. Levou a mão até as próprias bolas e acariciou as mesmas, voltando a bater aquela punheta enquanto gravava, e não demorou muito para que seu pau pulsasse em sua mão e Rumlow gozou em cima da toalha. Seus gemidos foram altos, e a porra logo pingava de seu caralho. Ele passou o dedo na cabecinha e recolheu o próprio gozo, lambendo-o, antes de piscar com um olho só para a câmera e enviar para Clint Barton. Seu noivo. Sabia que ele só veria depois da missão, e ali estaria a grande surpresa para ele. Que realmente só conseguia imaginar que beirasse o cruel.

Depois disso, apenas se deitou e foi assistir televisão. Sabia que seu noivo não demoraria tanto a mais para chegar. E estava ansioso por isso.