uwu it’s me, the asset!peter anon :) i would love to see a foursome between rollins and rumlow and bucky and peter, pls gimmie guns, knifes, blood, degradation,, all the good shit🤤 also peter with a tiny cock, wow pls
Hey anon, think we can do that (though Satan help me, I can barely manage writing two people having sex in one scene let alone four). This got away from me a little.
Warnings for guns, knives, blood and gore, and some serious threats of violence:
Because of Rumlow’s (and more recently, Rollins’s) clear authority over Winter, and their ranking as Winter’s two best handlers, Rollins is given Spider as his asset after Spider has been given the serum and brainwashed, all of his memories repressed deep within him and his trigger words programmed.
The four of them make one hell of a team; Winter and Spider’s lethality and enhanced abilities make them perfect for difficult missions, and Rumlow and Rollins’s control over them is spectacular. The more they work together, the closer they get, and with Rumlow and Rollins already having used Winter together before, it only makes sense to add Spider to the mix.
So after one particularly long day of nothing but meetings, with all four of them itching for something more to do, Rumlow and Rollins take Winter and Spider back to Rollins’ place for the night.
“Undress each other,” Rumlow orders once they’ve reached the bedroom, and both assets comply, undressing the other efficiently until they’re both naked, turning back to face Rumlow and Rollins and wait for further orders.
Rollins is the one who laughs. “Jesus, I knew he was a kid, but look at him, his cock is so tiny,” he says, and Spider shifts uncomfortably. Rumlow just shrugs.
“Well, it’s not like he was going to be topping anyone anyway, he’ll just be even more fun to fuck because he’ll probably come really quick, I doubt he’s ever seen any action.”
Rumlow takes the gun out of the holster on his hip, popping out the clip. He walks over to Spider, gripping the boy’s chin. “Open your mouth,” he says, and Spider complies, gags as Rumlow fucks Spider’s mouth with the gun.
“Make sure you get it nice and wet, because I’m planning on fucking you with this,” he says, and Spider whimpers around the barrel, nods.
Rollins grabs Winter by the hair, takes the blade off his belt and trails it lightly down Winter’s chest and stomach. “And you, sweetheart, are going to finger Spider open while I carve your back up all nice and pretty, how’s that sound?” Winter moans, nodding. Winter’s played this game and similar ones with Rumlow and Rollins in the past. He puts two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and coating them in saliva before shoving both into Spider roughly.
Spider cries out around the gun in his mouth, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It’s nowhere near safe or gentle, and it hurts, but Spider does not get to complain. Neither of the assets do. So Spider just whines and whimpers around the barrel of the gun, gags when it hits the back of his throat.
In the meantime, Rollins starts to carve up Winter’s back, digging the knife in deep as he puts words into Winter’s back, some of them on top of words from previous nights; “SLUT” is carved over the word “WHORE,” and blood drips down Winter’s back and shoulders, pooling on the bed beneath him. “HAIL HYDRA” is carved in the same spot as previous times, and the mass of scar tissue bleeds profusely as Rollins digs the knife into it.
Winter’s movements stutter, already getting weak from blood loss, and Rollins sighs, pats Winter’s back on top of the fresh wounds, causing Winter to flinch.
“God, I though you were supposed to be a professional, Winter, but you can’t even handle a couple little cuts. Pathetic. Well, since you’re bleeding and useless anyway, use the blood to lube your fingers, at the very least you can make this nice for Spider.”
Winter lets out a hiccuping sob, but he reaches back and coats his fingers in his own blood, then uses them to continue fingering Spider open.
“I want Spider’s mouth,” Rollins says, and Rumlow nods.
“Hold on, I want to try something.” Rollins watches as Rumlow cocks the gun in Spider’s mouth, and Spider’s eyes go wide. Rumlow grins. “I never checked the chamber. What do you think, Spider? You think there’s a bullet in there? Shall we test it?”
Spider shakes his head, but Rumlow just shrugs, pulling the trigger.
Spider flinches, eyes squeezed shut, but nothing happens, and after a moment Spider opens his eyes, sobbing as he realizes that he’s fine.
“Okay, all yours,” Rumlow says, taking the gun out of Spider’s mouth and tossing it aside. Rollins grins, takes Rumlow’s place on the bed and unzips his pants, taking out his cock.
“I know you don’t have any experience since no one would fuck someone with such a tiny little prick, but that’s fine, I’m planning on fucking your face so all you need to do is keep your teeth out of the way, alright?”
Spider is still sobbing, but he nods, opening his mouth for Rollins to push in.
Rumlow taps Winter’s shoulder. “You get to fuck Spider. Make sure you hit his prostate, I wanna see if that little cock of his can manage to cum. And be rough with him.” Rumlow grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicking himself up. “I know you’re a slut, so you don’t need any prep for me to fuck you.”
Rumlow waits until Winter has started to fuck up into Spider, Spider whimpering around Rollins’s cock as Winter’s long, thick cock fills him up, and then Rumlow fucks into Winter, Winter crying out, his metal arm reaching up to grab Spider’s throat in a desperate attempt to hold on to something. Spider chokes, Rollins’s cock and Winter’s hold on his neck too much for him to be able to breathe properly.
Winter leaves hickey’s trailing down Spider’s neck, collarbone, and chest, and Spider just thrusts up into the air, desperate for release. As predicted, Spider cums first. The vibration of his moan sets Rollins off, and the way he clenches around Winter gets him off, too. Rumlow’s not far behind, filling up Winter before pulling out, all four men collapsing on the bed in a mess of limbs.
“We’re doing that again,” Rollins says after a few minutes, and Rumlow laughs.
“Oh hell yes we are.”
Winter and Spider don’t reply, but they curl up together between their handlers, arms and legs draped over each other as they fall asleep.
