skullsandsteel

[skullsandsteel]

the last guy's blood didn't splatter across my face and shirt sexily or aesthetically enough so i have to kill again. sorry.

[skullsandsteel]

What kinks can you see my character having?

#sinday #[ 🐙 - Ain’t no party like a ;; NSFW ]

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plop

#[ Zemo ;; This might become a little brutal if I’m honest ] #i drew dis

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“Just ‘cause the machines’ll add whatever flavor and milk you want it to don’t make it fancy— Just fucking pretentious.” Brock took a sip from his own, definitely not, hazelnut flavored coffee.

“C’mon, I ain’t that bad— You’re one to fuckin’ talk. ‘Takes one to know one’ and all that shit.”

"How come you never bring me coffee?"

- Either Brum or Buck 👀

IF U WANT

//OF COURSE. I ALWAYS WANT

@skullsandsteel

"Because you're a dick, and can get that fancy SHIELD coffee."

#[ penniesxdimes ]

[skullsandsteel]

The Asset is not allowed to touch people, but sometimes he has permission to touch his Commander.

More on patreon 🖤

#[ Bucky ;; take another fucking shot / yeah I know you wanna ]

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okay i ruined your life but did you not have fun? exactly relax

[skullsandsteel]

when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.

that’s the shit

it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.

#oh #ooc

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@hacker-codeq’s got one hell of a surprise for Brum-

[meme]

Brock didn’t know what was happening- Not until the back of his head was pressed up against the wall. His fingers unconsciously curled into Q’s clothes, pulling him in close for a moment before pushing back and flipping their positions.

“Some fucking nerve you got there-“ He rumbled, closing the space between their bodies- Arms on either side so there was nowhere else for him to go.

#[ hacker-codeq ] #💜 #aaa Lmk

[skullsandsteel]

I am the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know

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Based on the character(s) you see me play, send me another character you think I could write well

On anon or not

Maybe I’ll start playing them!

#munday

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Brock had made it most of the way around the building without much other incident- The gunfire had calmed and he’d not seen any sort of other hostiles.

He took a moment, still fighting back that worry that the Soldier had run off on him— What a shitstorm that would be— And tried not to think of the consequences. Would they just put a bullet in his skull the moment he stepped foot back into HYDRA? Or would they draw it out- Make an example of him. Brock swallowed hard, he didn’t want to know.

Instead he took stock- Of his injuries- Minor- Of what gear and ammo he had left on him- Low on bullets. His radio had been destroyed in the assault- Brock wasn’t sure whether or not it was from the gunfight or the collapse. He tossed the ruined bits aside, cussing loudly.

Oh well- There’d be someone on the other side, back at the vehicles, to call in the dogs if they needed too. To take Brock in and— “Stop-“ He muttered, out loud. The Soldier didn’t fucking run off and he needed to stop thinking about that.

Then he heard the faint sound of debris falling, crunching and being tossed. There-

Brock followed the sound, hopeful that it was the Soldier. Hopeful that he was intact, in one piece, and able to be handled. “Asset!” He called, cutting back through into the unstable structure. “C’mon.”

“are you trying to get us killed?”

✘ @skullsandsteel

Any verse! ☠️🖤

✮ – He didn’t turn to look at where the voice was coming from when handler Rumlow quite loudly announced his thoughts. He did that often the Asset remembered as he loaded the last magazine on his SIG-Sauer P220, once he had discarded his grenade launcher like it was nothing, a beautiful M203PI. He then snapped his head to look at him, firm and quick steps followed as the Asset came down from a tall docker container with a swift jump, landing on both feet. He kept the gun in his left hand just in case, as even though he was confident all threats had been neutralized he could never be too sure, especially if his handler was around. He had to keep him safe after all, it was part of his mission too.

As the flames lit ablaze and the bodies of many armed men burnt and their screams reached the Asset’s ears, he realized just how close the impact zone and handler Rumlow had been. Perhaps that was what he meant, but the Asset paid no mind. If he was truly bothered with it, then he would get punished shortly after.

He didn’t particularly enjoyed the punishments though. But what he liked or didn’t like did not matter.

The Asset stared at him awaiting further instructions. He didn’t speak unless ordered to or asked a direct question.

#[ bloodstainedstar ]

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“You ever do this for Rogers?” He couldn’t help himself, watching how Bucky moved- A sneer twisting over his face. It was a question that burned at him for a while- One he could never ask, only speculate, “I’d put goddamn money down for it- this kind’a talent? You’d have to have been suckin’ him off.”

Rumlow cocked his head to the side, seeing Bucky’s eyes flutter shut. “Aw- Don’t be like that.” Brock tucked a scarred hand under Bucky’s chin, caressing it in what could have been a sweet gesture. If it wasn’t for how hard he dug his nails into the side of his jaw- “Checkin’ out on me ain’t gonna cut it. Not this time- Let me see those baby fucking blues.” A light slap- A threat. Encouragement.

He shook Bucky’s face lightly. “Need some active participation here, sweetheart. It ain’t as fun when you’re all dull-eyed and in your head— C’mon, you can do it. I want you to remember this.”

He laughed, it was low and twisted, shifting his hand from Bucky’s jaw to his hair- Twisting his fist into the roots. He let his cock rest, mostly-hard, on Bucky’s tongue, taking a moment to admire the scene. The fire in Bucky’s eyes and the rush of satisfaction that he wasn’t about to do a damn thing to stop this. “Easy now.” He cooed, “Lives are counting on you makin’ this good for me, yeah?” And he guided Bucky’s head forward— Until his face was pressed against Brock’s pelvis and he gave a low moan.

“Like I said- Fuckin’ made for it.” He breathed, drawing Bucky’s head back just enough so he could gain enough momentum to thrust him back forward. “Remember what I said- No teeth and,” He drew out again, burying himself back down deep in Bucky’s throat. “It wouldn’t kill you to look goddamn grateful once in a while.”

“Theeeere you are. Hi. Welcome back. Hope you didn’t miss me too much, sweetheart— Almost forgot a very goddamn important date, care to celebrate with me, Soldier?”

- @skullsandsteel

Whatever verse you want

✮ – He was looking for his keys as he walked down the hallway, passing by other doors before he stopped right in front of his. He didn't jiggle them and they didn't make much sound in between gloved fingers but before he could attempt to approach the key in the keyhole, Bucky stopped his hand and frowned.

There was a faint smell that perhaps most people would have overlooked, but he didn't. He couldn't. His nose picked up on the clear scent of cigarette smoke but definitely not the kind he smoked, and there was no reason for anyone to be in his apartment either, and it was coming from the inside. He knew it couldn't be his neighbors.

He hadn't gotten out for his short stroll armed with a gun but he still had his arm as a shield, so he carefully and slowly turned the doorknob knowing it wouldn't be locked and he was right. As it was still the late afternoon when he got out he remembered he hadn't left any lights on so seeing a low light on further confirmed his suspicion that he probably wasn't alone.

And, of course, upon hearing that voice Bucky not only snapped his head to look into the direction the sound of it came but also felt a strange tension take over his body. Hell, the features of his face were even tense.

#tw: noncon #dead dove do not eat #[ bloodstainedstar ] #[ 🐙 - Ain’t no party like a ;; NSFW ]

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“Only child- Parents always said I was too much of a goddamn handful, lord forbid the second turned out like me-“ Brock wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or not, but he cracked a grin and a laugh.

“Wasn’t all sunshine an’ roses- Think I wouldnt’a minded a smaller me to run around with.” Wouldn’t‘ve that been an ordeal.

“Far enough that I don’t want to deal with the travel-More trouble than it’s worth, y’know? Especially when I could get called out really any fuckin’ time.” He shrugged the shirt over his head, smoothing down the fabric and nodding along to Steve.

“Yeah, I don’t envy you on that front- Though you don’t strike me as the type to sleep around.” Now began the, slightly annoying, task of putting on the rest of his gear. “Not like Stark.” Brock leveled his gaze up at Steve, tilting his head curiously, probably about to push the point further before he snapped a buckle back into place.

“Couldn’t image what the press would say if that came out- America’s Golden Boy, caught sleeping around. Can’t say it ain’t fun, though.”

@theprice-cffreedcm said -> "Do you crave attention? Any kind of attention?"

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“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Brock glared up over his mug of coffee, he’d just finished a shouting match with some other agent over something they thought he did and, god, he needed it.

“I don’t crave nothin’, Rogers- The attention just seems to find me.”

#[ theprice-cffreedcm ]

[skullsandsteel]

The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

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Frank Grillo for Playboy || April 2019 photographed by Ryan Pfluger

#[ 🔥 - I think I look pretty good all things considered ;; Face ]

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hey girl *starts bleeding out all over ur bathroom floor*

[skullsandsteel]

bf who asks “you want a treat??” while unbuttoning his pants

#[ 🐙 - Ain’t no party like a ;; NSFW ]