↳ his nails up and down Brock Rumlow's sculptured back. He wanted Brock to feel good; he wanted to be a good soldier for him.

↳ “Brock!.. Br-..Brock. . Unf!~.. . ” [ Brock Rumlow ]

↳ to Brock Rumlow. “F-Fuck, Brock. . You felt so good..” He whispers in a breathy moan, a single hand delving tenderly into Brock's hair.

↳ time, and it was with Brock Rumlow. He /definitely/ was going to feel sore tomorrow, backside already aching a bit from pleasure.

|: I've had a really bad day, guys. So, I won't be on till probably tomorrow. I'm sorry. xoxo

↳ was wrong in so many ways. But maybe, just maybe, it was wrong in all the right ways. He knew Brock Rumlow felt something too.

❝Can ι ĸιll нιм now?❞ ❯❯ Deeply descriptive ❯❯ As detailed as needed ❯❯ Fandom friendly; Gotham, Marvel, AHS, Hannibal, etc. Please, RT?

↳ The Captain's fingers delve down into Bucky Barnes's hair, slowly and tenderly caressing his scalp. Almost like a massage.

↳ to hurt him again, but he didn't. Rogers was grateful for that; grateful for the conditions Brock Rumlow had him in currently.

|: Goodnight. x