shieldsandblood

[shieldsandblood]

All he could hear was the dull pounding in his ears, the sheer adrenaline from the pain in his stomach making him pant, breath just slightly uneven. His eyes were sharp, glaring at Rumlow as he kneeled in front of him. Maybe it was because of the cold that was seeping through his veins but maybe getting treated by Rumlow didn't seem too bad.

He pried off his shirt with his shirt with a hiss as his muscles rippled and tensed with each movement he made, placing it beside the tin box on the bench.

A hiss found its way out of his throat the second the disinfectant soaked into his wound and with a grunt, he pressed a hand against the lockers.

“'re you gonna suck my dick while your at it-” He scoffed despite the pain.

[ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding (for Cap)

Steve wasn't happy, not one bit. Maybe pushing the Soldiers to their limit wasn't the best idea but he'd done it anyways. He'd admit to anything but the fact that a soldier managed to pin and slash a wound through his shirt. He was walking- maybe limping just a little but at least he was still able to walk to try and find his way to the locker room, growling at anyone that stared for more than a second.

When he finally did enter the humid room, he kept quiet. With his lips sealed, he focused on the open wound. The hem of his shirt gritted between his teeth as he dabbed the disinfectant soaked cotton against the blood on his exposed flesh until he heard footsteps. He shoved the fabric of his shirt down, pulling it to cover his wound despite the hole that gave it away, head whipped to the entrance to see Rumlow.

“Turn around and walk away.” He glared.

#kingcrossbones

[shieldsandblood]

OOC:

Verses and Rules have been updated! Do read :D

#ooc

[shieldsandblood]

As Rumlow spoke, Steve's eyes kept glaring at Rumlow with a gaze that might as well kill him right then and there. He was pissed if anything, pissed that Rumlow wanted to help despite his pissed expression. He kept his lips shut for a while, turning his eyes back at the bleeding gash on his stomach, letting out a groan as he silently chose his options.

He hated Rumlow, he hated how cocky the guy was but he was sure that without those stitches, it'd take longer for the wound to close up on himself despite the serum in his body.

“'been good friends with him since before you were born, dipshit.” He muttered, eyes turning up to make their eyes meet, rolling them for just a brief second before cocking his head down as an acceptance.

[ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding (for Cap)

Steve wasn't happy, not one bit. Maybe pushing the Soldiers to their limit wasn't the best idea but he'd done it anyways. He'd admit to anything but the fact that a soldier managed to pin and slash a wound through his shirt. He was walking- maybe limping just a little but at least he was still able to walk to try and find his way to the locker room, growling at anyone that stared for more than a second.

When he finally did enter the humid room, he kept quiet. With his lips sealed, he focused on the open wound. The hem of his shirt gritted between his teeth as he dabbed the disinfectant soaked cotton against the blood on his exposed flesh until he heard footsteps. He shoved the fabric of his shirt down, pulling it to cover his wound despite the hole that gave it away, head whipped to the entrance to see Rumlow.

“Turn around and walk away.” He glared.

#kingcrossbones

[shieldsandblood]

The thick and dark smell of the coffee was enough to pry his palms away from his red tinted face, taking a look at what exactly Brock was talking about. “The worst.” He grumbled, getting a hold of the mug handle with an exhale. It was a nice gesture— amazing even but he couldn't deny how much he hated the effect Rumlow has on him.

He took a long sip of the hot coffee, blowing on it for a moment beforehand just to cool the surface of it. The moment he pulled his lips away from the rim of the mug, he sighed, the throbbing feeling in the back of his head finally calming down. “Thank you—” He placed the mug on his desk, turning the spinning chair around. “—you need anything?”

" How I’ve missed that filthy mouth." ( for Steve )

The serum in his body was good for healing anything but a headache. The scrambled papers on the desk on the corner of their room was enough to show the frustration that was building inside of him, eyes squinted with his head in his hand as the other sorted the remaining paperwork. His head was blank, empty as he kept filling and stacking the papers until he heard Rumlow's voice.

'How i've missed that filthy mouth.' God, did he shiver, freezing in place as a red tint crept under his skin. “Why would you say that—” He grumbled, not much of a question, really. His face was red, eyebrows all furrowed with just a slight pout in his lips as he buried his face into his palms. “Not now, Brock- c'mon." he muttered, voice all muffled.

#kingcrossbones

[shieldsandblood]

His eyes stared back at Rumlow, sharp, angry with just a drop of adrenaline running through his veins. He kept silent, with a hand against the cool metal of the lockers all he could do was hold himself from growling at Rumlow like a rabid animal. Though he jerked away the second he saw Rumlow whip out a hand, he still let him take a glance at his wound.

“Get away from me—” He muttered as he batted Rumlow's hand away, still bitter from the stinging pain, eyes turned back towards the wound that caused all of it. “I ain't telling medbay that a trainee did this.” He grumbled in a low voice, barely audible as he continued to wipe away the fresh blood surrounding the open wound, hissing and inhaling sharply through it.

[ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding (for Cap)

Steve wasn't happy, not one bit. Maybe pushing the Soldiers to their limit wasn't the best idea but he'd done it anyways. He'd admit to anything but the fact that a soldier managed to pin and slash a wound through his shirt. He was walking- maybe limping just a little but at least he was still able to walk to try and find his way to the locker room, growling at anyone that stared for more than a second.

When he finally did enter the humid room, he kept quiet. With his lips sealed, he focused on the open wound. The hem of his shirt gritted between his teeth as he dabbed the disinfectant soaked cotton against the blood on his exposed flesh until he heard footsteps. He shoved the fabric of his shirt down, pulling it to cover his wound despite the hole that gave it away, head whipped to the entrance to see Rumlow.

“Turn around and walk away.” He glared.

#[hydra's shield] #kingcrossbones

[shieldsandblood]

Submit a photo of some clothing to see my muse wearing it!

Bonus points if the mun draws them in it!

#prompts

[shieldsandblood]

Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

hc + 🚶‍♂�� for a habit-themed headcanon

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

hc + 🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon

hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon

hc + 🪐 for a universe-themed headcanon

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon

hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon

hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

hc + 🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon

hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

hc + 💰 for a money-themed

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

#prompts

[shieldsandblood]

" How I’ve missed that filthy mouth." ( for Steve )

[@kingcrossbones]

The serum in his body was good for healing anything but a headache. The scrambled papers on the desk on the corner of their room was enough to show the frustration that was building inside of him, eyes squinted with his head in his hand as the other sorted the remaining paperwork. His head was blank, empty as he kept filling and stacking the papers until he heard Rumlow's voice.

'How i've missed that filthy mouth.' God, did he shiver, freezing in place as a red tint crept under his skin. “Why would you say that—” He grumbled, not much of a question, really. His face was red, eyebrows all furrowed with just a slight pout in his lips as he buried his face into his palms. “Not now, Brock- c'mon." he muttered, voice all muffled.

#[oblivious] #kingcrossbones

[shieldsandblood]

Steve rolled his eyes with a groan, annoyed at the question. “You played with the fuckin' tesseract.” He tightened the already bruising grip on James' jaw, shaking in for a brief second before letting go and patting his jaw, a *warning*. “Happy?” He muttered, running his fingers through the short strands of James' hair, humming at the nostalgia of it, at how he couldn't quite get a fistfull of it.

“You fuckin' touched it and now here we are, with you.” He murmured low, “What's your story, hm? See that you got a whole new arm that i'm sure HYDRA wouldn't deem you worthy enough to get.”

"Why are you crying?" - @shieldsandblood

✮ – He had gotten quite the beating before passing out, then waking up again, and perhaps it was the heat he felt inside whatever hell hole he was in or the imminent threat his body was detecting that made him sweat, teary eyed as he tried to catch his breath from the last kick to the gut he had felt. But he wasn't crying.

"Hilarious", he spat, not looking up just yet although the voice seemed familiar.

#bloodstainedstar

[shieldsandblood]

[ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding (for Cap)

[@kingcrossbones ]

happy, not one bit. Maybe pushing the Soldiers to their limit wasn't the best idea but he'd done it anyways. He'd admit to anything but the fact that a soldier managed to pin and slash a wound through his shirt. He was walking- maybe limping just a little but at least he was still able to walk to try and find his way to the locker room, growling at anyone that stared for more than a second.

When he finally did enter the humid room, he kept quiet. With his lips sealed, he focused on the open wound. The hem of his shirt gritted between his teeth as he dabbed the disinfectant soaked cotton against the blood on his exposed flesh until he heard footsteps. He shoved the fabric of his shirt down, pulling it to cover his wound despite the hole that gave it away, head whipped to the entrance to see Rumlow.

“Turn around and walk away.” He glared.

#kingcrossbones

[shieldsandblood]

Steve raised his eyes at the amount of questions Yelena pushed, wanting to stop her but eventually raising his eyebrows at the last question. “Disarm me. That's all i need, Yelena.” He muttered, cocking the barrel against her forehead, pressing it flush against the skin of it. He wasn't going to fight back, all he wanted to see was her technique, to see how different each Widow fought.

"you're not what i expected..." - H!Cap, if you want!

Yelena stood still, looking the man over in quiet assessment without responding. She marked a few weapons on him, cataloguing them for later, but looked back up once the initial appraisal was over.

"You're smaller than on TV." It still didn't stop him from towering over her and being intimidatingly bulky, but she was at least reasonably used to such a thing. She'd been fighting the Winter Soldier in practice since she was seven - intimidatingly large and bulky men had a tendency of leaning too much on their physical strength and size.

So it wouldn't be accurate to say she was afraid, but she was certainly uneasy. He'd been here before - she'd only seen him once, from quite a distance, and it had been something that had almost made her laugh when she really got to sit and think about it. An American hero. But the last time he'd been here while she was had nothing to do with her.

It left her having to figure out the situation and approach it carefully. After all, what had he been expecting? And why was she under any sort of scrutiny here? More importantly, why was HYDRA assessing a Widow?

#ashadowinwhite

[shieldsandblood]

BLOOD  KINK  PROMPTS 

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion.  general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there. 

[ CUT ]  for sender to use a knife on receiver,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay. 

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  

[ BITE ]  for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ BITTEN ]  for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ CLING ]  for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood. 

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ SAMPLE ]  for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ SAMPLED ]  for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ CONSUME ]  sender needs to feed on human blood,  receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ OFFERING ]  sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ OFFERED ]  receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ GIVE ]  sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ MUFFLED ]  for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ MUFFLING ]  for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ DRINK ]  sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ DRINKING ]  receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ SAVOR ]  sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood. 

[ SAVORING ]  receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ]  sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral. 

[ PAINED ]  receiver makes cuts in sender’s thighs before or during oral.  

#prompts

[shieldsandblood]

“In an underground base.” Steve muttered, his voice low, soft, almost dangerously soft. He was more happy than confused if anything, unable to deny a whole other Bucky just for him. “the asset— you played with the only thing we told you to keep your hands off.” He hummed, an eerie smile still clear on his face.

“with or without your brain wiped, you're still a fuckin' brat.” Steve hissed, his fingertips biting at James' cheeks. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Bucky like this, hair short, still retaliating, trying to fight back, the memory made him smile— it made him coo. “aw- ya ain't gonna keep on fighting back, are you?”

"Why are you crying?" - @shieldsandblood

✮ – He had gotten quite the beating before passing out, then waking up again, and perhaps it was the heat he felt inside whatever hell hole he was in or the imminent threat his body was detecting that made him sweat, teary eyed as he tried to catch his breath from the last kick to the gut he had felt. But he wasn't crying.

"Hilarious", he spat, not looking up just yet although the voice seemed familiar.

#bloodstainedstar

[shieldsandblood]

Steve scoffed at the string of nicknames Rumlow spat out despite the pain he'd just caused. His eyes were burning with venom, his gaze sharp and dark as he finally pressed his gun against Rumlow's temple.

“What if i am gonna kill you? I've killed a few from your group—” Steve cocked his gun, his finger threatening to fire “— what's stopping me from doing the same to you, huh?— or to Jack, if you'd prefer.”

[@skullsandsteel] sent in '[ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver'

“Listen for once in your fucking life, Rumlow.” Steve muttered through gritted teeth, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the sensitive skin under Rumlow's jaw as he held the base of his neck with a single palm. With Rumlow being the asset's handler and Steve being his former trainer and friend, it was hard. It was hard to focus when the other guys treated Bucky like nothing but a lifeless doll they could throw around.

“— put him in cryo.” he backed Rumlow against the cold concrete wall, the hand on his neck reaching up to grip his jaw tight enough for it to hurt. “Put him back in fucking cryo, now.” He repeated cause it was really the only way Bucky would get any sort of rest.

#skullsandsteel #:333

[shieldsandblood]

Fire boiled inside of Steve's eyes, earning Rumlow a good muzzle to the jaw once again as soon as he heard his word. It'd be an endless cycle with him. Steve had always been sensitive the longer the asset has been out. He's always been that way the second he saw the asset under him, whining, begging, scratching something primal inside of him that he, himself hadn't even found yet.

“Call me sweetheart again and I'll make this bullet cross your fucking skull, Brock. Not. Today.” he hissed before firing at the wall next to Rumlow, leaving just a small dent in the wall. “HYDRA wouldn't give a shit if you died here, you know that?”

[@skullsandsteel] sent in '[ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver'

“Listen for once in your fucking life, Rumlow.” Steve muttered through gritted teeth, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the sensitive skin under Rumlow's jaw as he held the base of his neck with a single palm. With Rumlow being the asset's handler and Steve being his former trainer and friend, it was hard. It was hard to focus when the other guys treated Bucky like nothing but a lifeless doll they could throw around.

“— put him in cryo.” he backed Rumlow against the cold concrete wall, the hand on his neck reaching up to grip his jaw tight enough for it to hurt. “Put him back in fucking cryo, now.” He repeated cause it was really the only way Bucky would get any sort of rest.

#skullsandsteel

[shieldsandblood]

Steve's jaw clenched as he tried to rethink his future decisions, knowing that a few of them will end up with Rumlow being nothing but a dead body on the ground. “oh, fuck you, Brock— you'd stick your in just about anything.” He grumbled lowly, glaring at Rumlow for a good second at the attempt to try and calm him down.

“You really believe that i can still love after all of that?—” He scoffed, shaking his head as he reached a hand up to get a good grip of Rumlow's jaw, squeezing it tightly. “You're in the wrong business if you keep on wanting a little bitch to bite at every day, Rumlow.”

[@skullsandsteel] sent in '[ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver'

“Listen for once in your fucking life, Rumlow.” Steve muttered through gritted teeth, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the sensitive skin under Rumlow's jaw as he held the base of his neck with a single palm. With Rumlow being the asset's handler and Steve being his former trainer and friend, it was hard. It was hard to focus when the other guys treated Bucky like nothing but a lifeless doll they could throw around.

“— put him in cryo.” he backed Rumlow against the cold concrete wall, the hand on his neck reaching up to grip his jaw tight enough for it to hurt. “Put him back in fucking cryo, now.” He repeated cause it was really the only way Bucky would get any sort of rest.

#skullsandsteel

[shieldsandblood]

“Fuck off with the 'i miss the old cap' bullshit!” He barked, almost not wanting to turn his head back to see the asset's eyes staring back at him, its barely half filled soul starting to fill by itself for the God knows how many times.

“You ain't the fuckin' boss of me, Rumlow. Sometimes you're just so un-fucking-bearable— you know that!” Steve hissed as he finally shoved the barrel of the gun inside of its holster where it was wrapped around his hips, giving Rumlow a shove. “Ever since i told you that i was on your side, you've barely listened to a word i said— and don't you try to act innocent on me cause you— yes, you tried to date me before you even knew i was working here.”

[@skullsandsteel] sent in '[ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver'

“Listen for once in your fucking life, Rumlow.” Steve muttered through gritted teeth, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the sensitive skin under Rumlow's jaw as he held the base of his neck with a single palm. With Rumlow being the asset's handler and Steve being his former trainer and friend, it was hard. It was hard to focus when the other guys treated Bucky like nothing but a lifeless doll they could throw around.

“— put him in cryo.” he backed Rumlow against the cold concrete wall, the hand on his neck reaching up to grip his jaw tight enough for it to hurt. “Put him back in fucking cryo, now.” He repeated cause it was really the only way Bucky would get any sort of rest.

#skullsandsteel #Steve just yelled at me while i was writing this #amngsty mmmmm