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Now that he was losing steam from his earlier burst of rage, his fried nerves were making their pain known and he found himself looking for a chair. He refused to sit back in the wheelchair again if he could avoid it. Thankfully, there was another sofa, unoccupied by Rogers, not too far away. Brock made his way over and sat quietly, listening to the brief exchange between Steve and Stark's virtual assistant. "Am I gonna have the luxury of asking for things I want? You all seem to be pretty familiar with whatever this JARVIS thing is. Will I get a run down on it?" He asked, conversationally.

After a few moments, a nurse arrived and Brock glanced over the tray she had brought in, grabbing the nutritional shake to study its ingredients and nutritional composition. He held his other arm still while the nurse injected him with a dose of morphine. He felt a calming wave move through his body, the agitating burning melting away into a blanket of cool nothingness. He sighed and quietly thanked the nurse. He school the bottle of shake and cracked the lid, a little surprised to see Winter already coming over to him. "We need to get you fed. It's gonna be these shakes for a while, but they're good for you. I want you to drink all of this, just a few sips every minute or so. You haven't had food on your stomach and I don't want to do anything that's gonna cause you to throw up. If you feel like you're going to be sick, stop drinking and let me know. Understood?" He addressed Winter directly, handing over the bottle to the man.

"You look like a bomb is gonna go off next to your fuckin' head if you move a muscle. Just fuckin' relax and take the stick out of your ass for a second. I've seen you more calm under active gunfire than you are right now." Brock commented to Steve, he didn't think the man's discomfort and displeasure at having to watch this could be any more evident. "You brought me all the way here to help him get better, you think any of that is gonna happen with you breathin' down our necks? I know you don't trust me, but I'm asking you to try. It seems like Jarvis listens in on everything that's fuckin' said in this place. You think he won't tattle to you the second I breathe wrong? Also, in case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have a choice but to do this. It's either being here working with him and healing these fuckin' burns or rotting in a cell on the Raft. I think it's an obvious choice of where I wanna be." Brock wasn't pushing Steve's buttons, he was trying to get him to see sense. Whether Rogers could put aside his vitriol and loathing for a second to think clearly about this was entirely up to him.

Brock didn't even flinch when Steve got up in his face, he met the man's stare head on and didn't back down. He could see the way Steve froze upon hearing the Soldier's arm come to life, sensing the threat it posed. Rogers was right to be afraid, Brock could give the word and his precious 'Bucky' would be trying to claw his face off all because Brock told him too. Brock let him get it out of his system, he knew that Steve hated his guts, might as well let him vent it instead of letting it sit like a stick up his ass. Besides, it satisfied something in Brock to know that he could make Rogers lose it so easily. The man was just waiting for a fight and one of these days, Brock might give it to him.

His attention was on the Soldier though, and he listened as the man detailed his current state. Fuck, no wonder his hair was a goddamn mess, he hadn't bathed since Brock had last seen him. Brock's hazel eyes grew stormy at hearing that Steve yelled at him. He was just about to lay into Rogers again but he was cut short by the next statement that came out of Winter's mouth. The tense lines of his body eased slightly at that admission, his gaze softening a little as he addressed the Soldier. "I missed you too, Soldat. We have some work ahead of us, but I'm here for you." He reassured.

Brock turned his attention back to Steve, seeing the way he couldn't even stand to look at Winter. Steve looked like he might be sick if he even acknowledged any of what he was hearing. But Brock wasn't gonna let him off so easy. "If I ever hear that you're fuckin' yelling at him again, we're gonna have problems. I told you, you're gonna hear a lot of shit that you don't like and you're gonna have to deal with it. This is just what it is right now."

He paused a moment before continuing. "Now, if you wanna let me get started, the first thing I'm gonna need is some pain meds cause your buddies didn't do shit to make these burns any easier to deal with. Then, I'm gonna get to taking care of him. I'm gonna clean him up and try to get him to eat something. If you have any nutritional shakes or something plain, that'd work best. His stomach isn't used to anything besides the nutritional sludge that they gave him. the few times I tried to give him anything beyond, he'd throw it back up." As he said all of this, his tone was that of a strategist, he wasn't trying to push at Steve's buttons or get a rise out of him, he was just relaying information like they used to do in the field. "That's what I got at the moment. He hasn't taken orders in a while so we're just gonna start slow. The hard work can come later, he just needs consistency right now."

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[burnedbxnesrumlow]

Brock didn't even flinch when Steve got up in his face, he met the man's stare head on and didn't back down. He could see the way Steve froze upon hearing the Soldier's arm come to life, sensing the threat it posed. Rogers was right to be afraid, Brock could give the word and his precious 'Bucky' would be trying to claw his face off all because Brock told him too. Brock let him get it out of his system, he knew that Steve hated his guts, might as well let him vent it instead of letting it sit like a stick up his ass. Besides, it satisfied something in Brock to know that he could make Rogers lose it so easily. The man was just waiting for a fight and one of these days, Brock might give it to him.

His attention was on the Soldier though, and he listened as the man detailed his current state. Fuck, no wonder his hair was a goddamn mess, he hadn't bathed since Brock had last seen him. Brock's hazel eyes grew stormy at hearing that Steve yelled at him. He was just about to lay into Rogers again but he was cut short by the next statement that came out of Winter's mouth. The tense lines of his body eased slightly at that admission, his gaze softening a little as he addressed the Soldier. "I missed you too, Soldat. We have some work ahead of us, but I'm here for you." He reassured.

Brock turned his attention back to Steve, seeing the way he couldn't even stand to look at Winter. Steve looked like he might be sick if he even acknowledged any of what he was hearing. But Brock wasn't gonna let him off so easy. "If I ever hear that you're fuckin' yelling at him again, we're gonna have problems. I told you, you're gonna hear a lot of shit that you don't like and you're gonna have to deal with it. This is just what it is right now."

He paused a moment before continuing. "Now, if you wanna let me get started, the first thing I'm gonna need is some pain meds cause your buddies didn't do shit to make these burns any easier to deal with. Then, I'm gonna get to taking care of him. I'm gonna clean him up and try to get him to eat something. If you have any nutritional shakes or something plain, that'd work best. His stomach isn't used to anything besides the nutritional sludge that they gave him. The few times I tried to give him anything beyond, he'd throw it back up." As he said all of this, his tone was that of a strategist, he wasn't trying to push at Steve's buttons or get a rise out of him, he was just relaying information like they used to do in the field. "That's what I got at the moment. He hasn't taken orders in a while so we're just gonna start slow. The hard work can come later, he just needs consistency right now."

The SHIELD transport agents were just as rough as they had been with him leaving the hospital. He snarled a pained and frustrated grimace at their handling. Christ alive, he would kill for some pain meds or for every last one of these bastards to just catch a bullet. Honestly, both of those things sounded great right now. Once he was escorted out of the helicopter, he saw Stark waiting on the helipad with a wheelchair and felt disgust and loathing at being laid so low. That feeling helped to distract him from the pain for a while, his hatred burning almost as fiercely as his fried nerves. He was sat in the chair, hissing as he was jostled once more.

If there was one thing he could rely on, it was Tony Stark's brand of sarcasm and wit, it never seemed to falter. "Could be better considering the circumstances, but I still look better than you." He quipped back, his distaste for this whole situation barely concealed. The elevator ride down was like the calm before the storm, Brock didn't know exactly what he'd be faced with, but he took the moment to steel himself for whatever was to come. When the doors slid open, he saw Steve first, dressed in that god-awful star-spangled suit of his. Then, his eyes slid down to the Soldier, looking like a shade of his former self. Brock felt his temper flare even higher at seeing his Soldier in such a state. He bit his tongue for now, pain, hatred, and rage boiling beneath the surface.

He listened to Steve prattle on about what he was there for and the threats of kicking him out, but the longer he looked at his Soldier in such a terrible state, the more he couldn't keep his rage from clawing out. "Whatever the fuck you want, man. But, did you not even fucking try? He looks like shit. You're supposed to fuckin' take care of him or did you forget about that?" He knew his words would cut deep and they might even push Steve to beat the shit out of him for it, but Brock didn't care. The burning rage that was fueling him in that moment was enough to get him up to his feet, despite how his whole body protested the very action. "And it's not fuckin' imposing anything on him. He won't take care of himself because that's not what he was programmed to do. Hydra programmed him to obey. You gonna throw me out on the street for making him take a fuckin' shower, for feeding himself? You want him to have a chance at getting better? You're gonna have to deal with a lot of shit you don't like, Cap."

He stopped for a moment, his eyes burning bright with all the venom that had backed his words. He turned his attention back to the Soldier now, seeing those icy eyes watching him from over his knees. "Status report. I want details on your nutrition and hygiene. What has Rogers been doing to keep you maintained?" Speaking to the Soldier directly, his tone was firm but much quieter than the level he had taken with Steve just a few moments ago. He wanted to show the Captain that you didn't have to yell to get him to follow orders. As soon as he could get some pain meds in his system and he was given access to the Soldier, he was going to do all the physical upkeep that had not happened in so long, starting with a bath and tackling his matted hair.

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Brock should have figured that Winter wouldn't stay up on the couch with him for long, he could practically feel the unease rolling off the man in waves. Winter's training dictated that he shouldn't be on the same level as his handlers so it was only fitting that the man chose to slip to the floor instead, but Brock was pleased that he chose to remain close by. He felt Winter's hand snake around his calf, the weight of his head resting on his thigh and Brock distantly thought of the comparison to a loyal dog resting its head on its masters leg.

Brock continued to type away on the tablet, nearly halfway through his report when he felt Winter's hand drifting further up his leg. It started at his knee and Brock was able to continue working through it, but he felt that hand creeping slowly further up his leg until it rested on his inner thigh. Brock's eyes briefly flitted away from his work to take in the sight of the Asset. And god, what a sight. Those brilliant blue-grey eyes of his were watching Brock's every move, ready to heed any command. The soft moan didn't go unnoticed, Brock knew that it was just because the other man was comfortable and content where he was, but with the hand that had settled so far up his thigh and the way the man looked at him, Brock couldn't help how warm he suddenly felt. Fuck, no... he needed to get this report done first.

If he were a worse man, he might have just thrown his tablet off to the side and taken what he wanted. But, Brock wasn't an animal. He kept his cool and looked back to his tablet, settling into the couch a little more, legs spreading slightly open. "You lookin' for something there, gorgeous?" Brock asked, referencing the hand that had creeped up his thigh. Brock wasn't going to make him move his hand, more of a temperature check to see what exactly it was all about. He got towards the end of his report, sparing one hand from the tablet to rest on Winter's head, fingers lightly scratching and brushing through the man's long hair. "I'm almost done with my report, then we'll get you all cleaned up. You deserve it after all you did today."

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Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

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The SHIELD transport agents were just as rough as they had been with him leaving the hospital. He snarled a pained and frustrated grimace at their handling. Christ alive, he would kill for some pain meds or for every last one of these bastards to just catch a bullet. Honestly, both of those things sounded great right now. Once he was escorted out of the helicopter, he saw Stark waiting on the helipad with a wheelchair and felt disgust and loathing at being laid so low. That feeling helped to distract him from the pain for a while, his hatred burning almost as fiercely as his fried nerves. He was sat in the chair, hissing as he was jostled once more.

If there was one thing he could rely on, it was Tony Stark's brand of sarcasm and wit, it never seemed to falter. "Could be better considering the circumstances, but I still look better than you." He quipped back, his distaste for this whole situation barely concealed. The elevator ride down was like the calm before the storm, Brock didn't know exactly what he'd be faced with, but he took the moment to steel himself for whatever was to come. When the doors slid open, he saw Steve first, dressed in that god-awful star-spangled suit of his. Then, his eyes slid down to the Soldier, looking like a shade of his former self. Brock felt his temper flare even higher at seeing his Soldier in such a state. He bit his tongue for now, pain, hatred, and rage boiling beneath the surface.

He listened to Steve prattle on about what he was there for and the threats of kicking him out, but the longer he looked at his Soldier in such a terrible state, the more he couldn't keep his rage from clawing out. "Whatever the fuck you want, man. But, did you not even fucking try? He looks like shit. You're supposed to fuckin' take care of him or did you forget about that?" He knew his words would cut deep and they might even push Steve to beat the shit out of him for it, but Brock didn't care. The burning rage that was fueling him in that moment was enough to get him up to his feet, despite how his whole body protested the very action. "And it's not fuckin' imposing anything on him. He won't take care of himself because that's not what he was programmed to do. Hydra programmed him to obey. You gonna throw me out on the street for making him take a fuckin' shower, for feeding himself? You want him to have a chance at getting better? You're gonna have to deal with a lot of shit you don't like, Cap."

He stopped for a moment, his eyes burning bright with all the venom that had backed his words. He turned his attention back to the Soldier now, seeing those icy eyes watching him from over his knees. "Status report. I want details on your nutrition and hygiene. What has Rogers been doing to keep you maintained?" Speaking to the Soldier directly, his tone was firm but much quieter than the level he had taken with Steve just a few moments ago. He wanted to show the Captain that you didn't have to yell to get him to follow orders. As soon as he could get some pain meds in his system and he was given access to the Soldier, he was going to do all the physical upkeep that had not happened in so long, starting with a bath and tackling his matted hair.

Brock felt like the biggest asshole for having to send him back and the Soldier's tears only made that feeling grow. He wanted nothing more than to have the man stay by his side, to make sure that he'd be taken care of. But, it was a necessary evil for the time being, just until he could function without feeling like he was going to fall apart at every stitch and seam. "It's not goodbye forever, Winter, just goodbye for now. I'll be with you soon, you just gotta stay put with Rogers until I can join you." He watched with a sense of longing as the Soldier went over to the window. It rolled open and he felt the cool evening air sweep in, watching as his Soldier took one look back before jumping into the dark, black night.

Brock didn't sleep much for the rest of the night. His eyes burned with tears both shed and unshed, staring out the open window. He was unusually quiet when the nurses and doctors came to check on him the next morning, when asked if he had any questions, his only one was, "How much longer until I can leave? Not until I'm 100%, just enough to be functional and not worry about my fuckin' face falling off." All this was said with grim resolution. Looks were exchanged amongst the staff before one of the doctors finally spoke up. "We'll have to get back to you on that. We'll need to run some tests and confer with our team. We'll get you an answer soon." What a brilliant non-answer that was. Reading between the lines, Rumlow could tell that what they really meant was they needed to talk with SHIELD and Rogers on what the next step was. A nurse moved to close the window that had been open since last night. "No," He snapped, "Keep it open. Please." His tone softened a little and the nurse obliged, shutting it only half way as a compromise.

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They were about halfway to his rooms when Brock felt the Soldier leaning on him a little more heavily. It was subtle, but he could tell the man was dropping into that state of relaxation and satisfaction from a mission well done. Winter was heavy, but Rumlow didn't mind, he simply adjusted and continued on. They got to his hallway and as they got closer to his door, Brock fished for his key card. He managed to get is out of his pocket just in time, tapping it against the scanner. He heard the automation of the door unlocking and nudged it open with his elbow. He closed the door behind them and flicked on the light, washing the modest living room in a warm glow. "Let's get you over to the couch." He spoke, shambling along with Winter.

He set the man down onto the cushions and huffed out a sigh, "Stay there, I'm gonna get my boots off." Brock would have more time later to clean up, to wash off the dust and cobwebs that had settled in his hair and coated his skin. For now, he had to get Winter set up for the evening. Brock unlaced his boots and set them by the door, locking the deadbolt for good measure, before he strolled back over to the couch. "Let's get you outta this stuff." The medics had already taken care of Winter's jacket and vest, leaving him in his pants and boots. Brock knelt down to start on unlacing the Soldier's boots. As he worked, he spoke to the man, "You did a good job today, Winter. We got what we needed 'cause of you. And catching that laser trap... I'm proud of how you did today." It wasn't often that the Soldier heard praise, but this was part of their routine for a job well done. Brock knew that Winter was conditioned to experience some sort of release upon completing a mission and he could see how eager the man was for his approval. Why not give him what he earned?

He got the boots unlaced and pulled them off, setting both of them off to the side. Brock then worked on sliding the tactical pants off of his hips and legs, grateful that someone had the forethought to give the Soldier some compression shorts today when they were suiting him up. He carelessly tossed them on top of the boots and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch. "Don't want you freezing up on me. I know they got blood back in you and all, but you get damn cold sometimes." He unfurled it and draped it over the man's lap. "You're gonna keep me company while I draft up my mission report. Once I finish that, we'll get cleaned up and I'll see about a reward for doing so well today. You may sit or lay down on the couch. I'm gonna grab something and I'll be back." Brock grabbed his tablet from the desk in the corner of the room, then finally settled on the couch, sitting near Winter, giving a silent invitation for him to come as close as he wished. Brock set to work tapping away on the tablet to draft up his mission report. The quicker he finished it, the faster he could get to rewarding his Soldier for a job well done.

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Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

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[burnedbxnesrumlow]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧 (VERY USFT!!!!) send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ tie ] sender slowly binds receiver’s wrists with a silk ribbon, letting their fingers linger

[ control ] sender orders receiver to sit still while they undress them slowly, deliberately

[ tease ] sender brushes their lips along receiver’s ear, whispering instructions they expect to be followed

[ edge ] sender brings receiver to the edge of pleasure, only to pull away with a knowing smirk

[ obey ] receiver lowers their gaze and follows sender’s every instruction with aching anticipation

[ kneel ] sender hooks a finger under receiver’s chin and commands them to kneel

[ silence ] sender presses a finger to receiver’s lips, telling them to stay quiet no matter what happens next

[ restraint ] sender cuffs receiver’s hands above their head, kissing them like a promise before taking control

[ leash ] sender clips a soft collar and leash around receiver’s neck, guiding them where they want them

[ possess ] sender grips receiver’s waist, marking them with bruising kisses and muttered claims

[ command ] sender whispers something filthy into receiver’s ear and waits for them to follow through

[ bend ] sender places their hands on receiver’s shoulders and pushes them down, demanding obedience

[ mark ] sender leaves lipstick stains, bite marks, or scratches as proof of where they’ve been

[ punish ] receiver breaks a rule — sender smirks and says, “you know what that means”

[ slow ] sender pins receiver down and takes their time, making them feel everything

[ praise ] sender murmurs praise in between kisses, rewarding receiver for being so good

[ watch ] sender tells receiver not to touch. they’re just meant to watch this time

[ overstim ] receiver begs for a break, but sender keeps going, voice low and soothing

[ beg ] sender makes receiver say exactly what they want before giving in

[ trade ] sender offers a kiss or a touch for each honest confession receiver gives

[ game ] sender rolls a pair of dice or draws a card — whatever it lands on, receiver has to do

[ mirror ] sender makes receiver watch themselves while they're being touched

[ reward ] after good behavior, sender finally lets receiver have what they want most

[ ruin ] sender kisses them until they’re breathless, then pulls back just before release

[ challenge ] sender dares receiver to keep quiet, despite everything they’re about to do

[ blindfold ] sender covers receiver’s eyes and lets anticipation do the rest

[ grip ] sender wraps a hand around the back of receiver’s neck, voice dark with intent

[ mess ] sender promises to ruin receiver and follows through

[ lap ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, locking them in place with an arm around their waist

[ hush ] sender whispers, “quiet now,” against receiver’s skin while slowly dragging a hand down their chest

[ teaseback ] receiver turns the tables, grabbing sender by the hips and taking control

[ edgeplay ] sender toys with the line between too much and not enough, until receiver’s begging

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

'𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳' 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

i got mushy and started thinking about like. touches?? but in particular the meaning behind holding hands. so here we are! as always, sender is the person sending the meme, receiver is the person receiving it, and you can just add "+ REVERSE" to switch the roles about! as always, let me know if i've missed any good ones!

[ LEAD ] : sender takes receiver by the hand to guide them to a specific location.

[ PULL ] : sender takes receiver by the hand to help them to their feet after they've fallen or been knocked over.

[ HASTE ] : in order to move quickly through dangerous territory, sender grabs receiver's hand to bring them to safety.

[ SAVE ] : saving their life in the process, sender grabs receiver's hands to either yank them out of immediate danger, or to pull them to safety.

[ REASSURANCE ] : noticing the receiver is upset, sender gently takes their hand to reassure them and provide them with a sense of comfort.

[ JUST BECAUSE ] : sender holds receiver's hand, just because they can.

[ STOP ] : sender takes receiver's hand to stop them from walking away from them.

[ ATTENTION ] : to get receiver's attention, or to guide it elsewhere, sender hastily takes their hand.

[ FEAR ] : sender, out of instinctive fear, grabs receiver's hand for comfort.

[ TOGETHER ] : in a gesture intended to prove to the receiver that they're no longer alone, sender takes their hand and holds it firmly.

[ LOVE ] : while out together in a romantic setting, sender quietly holds receiver's hand as they're standing together.

[ DISPLAY ] : during the process of an undercover mission/a situation where their identities need to be protected, sender holds receiver's hand to give the impression that they're in a romantic relationship.

[ SUPPORT ] : following a massive emotional blow, sender takes receiver's hand and holds it in an effort to provide emotional support.

[ STEADY ] : noticing the receiver stumbling or losing their balance, sender takes their hand in an effort to physically steady them.

[ NOT ALONE ] : during a moment of intense distress for the sender, they wordlessly reaches out and takes receiver's hand, both as a gesture of gratitude for being with them, and a gesture of self-comfort.

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation:

feel free to specify which muse is in which role

( fury ) : incredibly angry

( hostage ) : held captive for ransom 

( frozen ) : suffering from hypothermia 

( tears ) : sobbing openly, unable to stop

( haunted ) : trapped in a haunted house

( fall ) : having fallen off a cliff or tall tower 

( hungry ) : half starved and malnourished

( splash ) : having fallen into a body of water 

( ends ) : having just broken off a relationship

( defend ) : unconscious as the result of a fight

( rest ) : trying to sleep, but unable to fall asleep

( fear ) : having just woken up from a night terror

( ER ) : in the hospital after an injury of some kind

( tall ) : stuck somewhere too tall for them to get down 

( feverish ) : suffering from a high fever and severely ill

( soak ) : shivering and drenched to the bone in a rainstorm 

( shipwreck ) :  unconscious / injured, washed up on a beach

 ( student ) : getting extremely frustrated while learning new skill

( exhausted ) : too tired to stay standing, too stubborn to lie down

( lost ) : wandering in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where they are 

( party pooper ) : alone, surrounded by party decor after no one else showed up

( magic ) : injured as result of a spell. either enemy’s or their own malfunctioning 

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

Brock stood in the corner as the medical team worked, a silent shadow keeping watch over everything that happened. He was pleased with how quickly they managed to fish the bullets out of the Soldier, it meant that his field gear had done a good job of slowing the bullets enough to keep them closer to the surface. It was concerning to see just how pale and out of it the Asset was from the blood he had lost. If he had known about this sooner, they could have put pressure on the wounds to slow the bleeding earlier on.

As Rumlow was pondering all the what if's of how things could have been done differently to prevent this, the medical team started to wrap things up. He focused back in and watched intently as the small group worked to close the wounds and deliver fluids and blood. He noticed the Soldier's head had lolled to the side and that his eyes were staring towards him. The steely eyes were unfocused, but Brock could tell what he was looking at. He gave a slow nod that seemed to say, 'You're safe. You're alright. We're almost there.' He was given the discharge paperwork and told what to look out for in case the Soldier worsened and needed to be brought in again. It typically wasn't the case that things took a turn for the worse, but Brock was prepared in case they did. Thanks to his watchful care, it was rare that Winter ever had to make a return trip. "Alright. Let's get you on your feet." He spoke, getting an arm wrapped around the man and hoisting him up to stand. "You're staying with me, gonna get you settled and taken care of. Just try to stay awake."

[yank] my muse in, by their clothes

@sovietwintershadow

Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

@sovietwintershadow

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

It was later in the evening when the SHIELD transport team had arrived. He'd just managed to finish the nutritional shake they had given him, sipping it through a ridiculously long straw since he couldn't have the cuffs off even to eat. Fuckin' bastards... He had just gotten comfortable once more when the group of men entered his room with no preamble. They made quick work of the wrist and ankle restraints, slapping on unpadded replacements that were tightened just too much and cut into the still sensitive skin.

"What the fuck are you doin'? You're gonna rip my fuckin' skin off, you dumbasses!" He snarled, trying not to resist how they were moving him so that he wouldn't damage his healing skin and grafts. "Mr. Rumlow, I'm sorry but they're here to move you to a different facility. It was coordinated earlier with Captain Rogers. There is a helicopter from Stark Industries that will be transporting you." The nurse quickly relayed, she tried to stay out of the way of the group while also trying to check to make sure they weren't moving Rumlow around too roughly. "You need to be careful! His skin hasn't fully healed. There could be complications- Don't squeeze so hard."

Rumlow didn't deserve her pity, he knew that much, but he appreciated that she tried anyways. He cooperated as much as he was able, trying to make it to the helicopter without the brutes fucking him up too badly. He was finally able to breathe a bit when they got into the aircraft and began their flight over to wherever it was they were taking him. He heard mumblings about 'Rogers' and 'medical' from the piloting crew and figured they were taking him to meet Steve or something of the sort. It was hard to focus now that the pain meds were wearing off and he was becoming increasingly aware of the deep burning and itching feeling all across his body. He didn't want to make a big fuss of it in front of all these agents, but the longer they were in the air, the more unbearable it became. When they finally landed, he was sweating and his jaw was clenched to keep him from crying out from the agony.

Brock felt like the biggest asshole for having to send him back and the Soldier's tears only made that feeling grow. He wanted nothing more than to have the man stay by his side, to make sure that he'd be taken care of. But, it was a necessary evil for the time being, just until he could function without feeling like he was going to fall apart at every stitch and seam. "It's not goodbye forever, Winter, just goodbye for now. I'll be with you soon, you just gotta stay put with Rogers until I can join you." He watched with a sense of longing as the Soldier went over to the window. It rolled open and he felt the cool evening air sweep in, watching as his Soldier took one look back before jumping into the dark, black night.

Brock didn't sleep much for the rest of the night. His eyes burned with tears both shed and unshed, staring out the open window. He was unusually quiet when the nurses and doctors came to check on him the next morning, when asked if he had any questions, his only one was, "How much longer until I can leave? Not until I'm 100%, just enough to be functional and not worry about my fuckin' face falling off." All this was said with grim resolution. Looks were exchanged amongst the staff before one of the doctors finally spoke up. "We'll have to get back to you on that. We'll need to run some tests and confer with our team. We'll get you an answer soon." What a brilliant non-answer that was. Reading between the lines, Rumlow could tell that what they really meant was they needed to talk with SHIELD and Rogers on what the next step was. A nurse moved to close the window that had been open since last night. "No," He snapped, "Keep it open. Please." His tone softened a little and the nurse obliged, shutting it only half way as a compromise.

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

Brock couldn't be certain how much time passed, just that every now and then nurses and doctors would come in to perform routine checks on him and make note of various things in his charts. It was incredibly dull and it made whatever time pass feel like a never-ending loop that would slowly drive him insane. He needed to get out of this fucking bed.

"Captain Rogers, this is Dr. Kerson calling. I wanted to call to update you about Mr. Rumlow and how he's progressing. Additionally, I wanted to discuss something that came up today in our morning rounds with the patient. Is now a good time to talk?" Though the doctor had asked, it was clear that she really preferred to talk right then. As she waited, she flipped through the myriad of charts and notes within Rumlow's file. All signs pointed towards continual progress with his healing, a good sign, but he wasn't quite to the point of being ready to go off on his own. If it were possible to transfer him under the care of another provider, it would be possible to have him both monitored for his injuries and monitored by SHIELD more closely.

Brock felt like the biggest asshole for having to send him back and the Soldier's tears only made that feeling grow. He wanted nothing more than to have the man stay by his side, to make sure that he'd be taken care of. But, it was a necessary evil for the time being, just until he could function without feeling like he was going to fall apart at every stitch and seam. "It's not goodbye forever, Winter, just goodbye for now. I'll be with you soon, you just gotta stay put with Rogers until I can join you." He watched with a sense of longing as the Soldier went over to the window. It rolled open and he felt the cool evening air sweep in, watching as his Soldier took one look back before jumping into the dark, black night.

Brock didn't sleep much for the rest of the night. His eyes burned with tears both shed and unshed, staring out the open window. He was unusually quiet when the nurses and doctors came to check on him the next morning, when asked if he had any questions, his only one was, "How much longer until I can leave? Not until I'm 100%, just enough to be functional and not worry about my fuckin' face falling off." All this was said with grim resolution. Looks were exchanged amongst the staff before one of the doctors finally spoke up. "We'll have to get back to you on that. We'll need to run some tests and confer with our team. We'll get you an answer soon." What a brilliant non-answer that was. Reading between the lines, Rumlow could tell that what they really meant was they needed to talk with SHIELD and Rogers on what the next step was. A nurse moved to close the window that had been open since last night. "No," He snapped, "Keep it open. Please." His tone softened a little and the nurse obliged, shutting it only half way as a compromise.

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

Hearing the Soldier say he took two bullets was bad enough, but hearing the words 'massive bleed out' sent his heart and stomach dropping to his ass. He was careful not to let any of this show on his face, though, keeping a calm and impassive expression. They were lucky the drive wasn't long. The way the Asset looked to him with those hurt eyes told him everything he needed to know. Fuck. There was no way he was allowing him to skip med bay. The vehicle came to a stop and his crew began unloading. He grabbed the vials from his pocket and fished around for the ones the Soldier had grabbed and handed them off to Rollins. "You know what needs to be done with these. I gotta take care of him." He gestured towards the Soldier.

As they exited the vehicle, it became very evident just how badly those bullets were effecting the man. He saw the way his face paled and how he wavered for a moment before turning to look for direction. "Yeah, no. We gotta get you to med bay. They'll get those fucking things outta ya and close you up. Then I can take you with me. C'mere." He wrapped an arm around the Asset and helped him into the building, guiding the man beside him to the medical ward. "They'll get you fixed up and nothing more. As soon as they're done, you'll come with me." He stated, leading him through the automatic sliding doors to an open cot. He waved a medic over and quickly explained the situation. "Get the bullets out and make sure everything is closed up all neat. Get him some blood if he needs it. Nothing else." When Brock said 'nothing else' it meant no experimental jabs or bullshit punishments, he'd know if they disobeyed.

[yank] my muse in, by their clothes

@sovietwintershadow

Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

@sovietwintershadow

[burnedbxnesrumlow]

send me a ➹ and a fc ;; i'll create a character on the spot !!!