There was no registration Remy had caught him or that he was kneeling next to him on the floor. In fact, there was only overwhelming pain encompassing, threatening to swallow him whole at any second. Matt couldn't think or speak, the only occasional sound to escape him was the strained whimper. He was drowning underneath it all; teetering on the very edge of passing out while his eyes began to roll back into his head and blood dropped

His hands were nudged away from his head and suddenly the deafening sounds were brought down to a dull roar. Sightless squeezed shut with broken sob in relief, his hands came back up to cup whatever was shielding his ears. With some of the oppressing weight coming off of him, the vigilante could breathe a little easier and took several eager deep breaths.

Matt swore he could hear Remy through the roar in his ears and some comfort in his distant voice, knowing he wasn't alone. The relief was short lived; with one overwhelmed sense calmed in the slightest, the sandpaper raking over his skin only exacerbated. Again, his face twisted with agony with sputtered out whimper. He scrambled frantically to get his gloves off, letting them drop wherever before he reached behind his neck to claw at the top of his suit in search of the zipper.

"Off!" A spurted sob as tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes from the pain, the blood dripping from his nose beginning to roll down his cheeks from the change in his position. "Off...off...off..." His fingers fumbled to find the zipper with quick sharp breaths in desperation. It felt like fire was licking at his skin, a cheese grater being raked over every inch of his body as he began to squirm and thrash against the confines of his suit.

Safely back in Remy's apartment, Matthew allowed himself to be guided over to the couch and set down, the warmth of Remy's coat still around his shoulders. He nodded slowly against the hand cupping his cheek with a soft hum in acknowledgement, eyes falling shut with how heavy they suddenly felt. At some point, he would need to figure out a way to make it up to Remy for everything he was doing for him.

"That would be good, thank you." Voice strained, his hands came up to pull off his helmet and set it aside. The blow to his head still affecting him more than he was willing to admit to Remy but it was becoming clear he couldn't keep brushing it off as a simple bump on the head.

"Remy," Matt strained through the pounding in his head to push himself to his feet, swaying as he did. "I think I might-" His voice cut off, mouth falling open in shock. Every sound in the apartment building hit him suddenly, from heartbeats to voices to the soft hum of electricity buzzing through the walls. The engines of cars on the street below to the water rushing through the pipes in the next building. Every little sound overwhelmed him in a sudden wave.

His gloved hands shot up to slap over his ears with a broken groan, legs threatening to buckle and give out underneath him. Blood dripped from his nose over lips and chin drop onto the suit and floor, his sense of smell gone entirely. The input from the suit rubbing against his skin was too much, able to feel each individual fiber rubbing against him like coarse sandpaper. His mind went blank in shock and his knees finally gave out beneath his weight.

OPEN STARTER - CLINT

“Listen, if you’re gonna scold me, at least have the decency to stick a gag in my mouth and spank me so we can both say we got something out of it.”

Steve understood Bucky's sensitivity to what he said and ultimately regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth. It wasn't fair to ask him to act like the Winter Soldier. In truth, he hadn't been thinking, just threw the command out there as he desperately tried to come up with a plan that would let them finish the mission and not kill him at the same time. "Buck, I'm sorry I shouldn't have -" Cut off by Bucky man handling him to get a look at the wound, Steve decided it would be safer just to relent and allow him to inspect it rather than fight him.

"It's not that bad." Steve reassured, deep down he knowing was not only lying to Bucky but himself. Now that the other had seen the wound, he knew full well he wasn't going to let the subject drop. Keeping a weathered eye over Bucky's shoulder, he relented a little. "Do you have anything on you that I can put over it? Maybe tie it off to keep the pressure?" It wasn't like either of them had ever been the kind to carry a med kit.

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His eyes darken at his command, and his lips become a thin grim line. "Steve, I was trained to focus on the mission and not care about anyone or anything else. I'm not doing that anymore." The stain Hydra had left on him he was sure would never truly wash away. His deeds as the Winter Soldier would always haunt him. Reforming himself meant doing the right thing, and sometimes doing the right thing meant disobeying the orders you're given. Like in this case. He wasn't going to let Steve die. When it came down to it, he'd put his well-being over his own.

Pushing aside Steve's arm, he takes a closer look at the wound and worry crosses his face. The cut is deep and blood is still seeping from it, and from the look of things and the parlour of his skin, he's lost a lot already. "Jesus, Steve. This is serious. We're not impervious, you know. I'm pretty sure we can still die from blood loss."

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Justin Hartley : Smallville

With his head being released, Clint sat forward with his hands on the bar counter and jaw going taut with utter annoyance at the man's arrogance. Several deep breaths in an attempt to compose himself, to reign in his emotions enough so he didn't outright reach for the knife hidden in his boot and do something he would seriously regret later.

No matter how much the guy deserved it.

"Listen, prick," He spat, turning half around on the stool but didn't get off of it. "I don't know how big you think your dick is but I ain't going anywhere with you. I am, though, going to have another drink once the bartender comes back."

Damn, he wished the bartender would move faster with whatever he was doing back there. Clint was not in the mood for this level of bullshit.

"So why don't you put your grubby little hands back in your pockets and leave?"

eyeless-smiles asked: [ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair. (For Clint, found him!)

@defectivexfragmented

Another town, another no name hole in the wall bar. Not that it mattered to him as long as they were fully stocked behind the bar and didn't say shit about his name. Clint was a paying customer after all. He simply wanted his glass to remain full and to drink in peace. It had been over a year at this point and the Avengers still hadn't managed to track him down, even with Tony's tech and Natasha's skills. Finishing off his second glass of bourbon, the archer waved to the bartender to indicate he wanted another and set the empty glass towards the inside of the countertop. The drink was replaced before the bartender headed into the back, assuming to the bathroom, and leaving him alone in the empty bar. Clint let out a heavy sigh, gaze briefly turning towards the old television mounted on the wall and was relieved to see no mention of the Missing Avenger on the news. It was an old news story but every so often it would pop back up and he would have lay low for a bit. His thoughts were elsewhere when the fingers ran through his hair to take a firm handful and yank his head backwards with a harsh grunt. Blue eyes quickly came to narrow on the face above of the asshole standing above him. "Unless you want your hand shoved so far up your ass that you can bit your fingernails, I would suggest you let me go. Now."

Clints steely blue gaze is met by midnight glass. Reflecting the mortals own appearance back at himself. Below them, a cold calculating smile is worn by a deceptively handsome face.

The Corinthian's golden digits remain tightly bound in the missing Avengers locks, despite the graphic threat. A low rumble of sultry humour purring in the Nightmare's chest when he dares to crane Clints neck back just a little farther.

"Hush, doll. You don't want to alarm the bartender." Casting an idle glance back towards the tv that Clint had been staring at moments prior, the Nightmare purses his lips.

"You've spent far too long disappearing to ruin all that effort. Now, finish your drink, and you and me are gonna head out for a little chat." The fingers in his hair loosen, roughly letting go of the Avengers head to step to the side and wait patiently for Clint to get out of his seat and make a move for the door.

With Bucky's lips pressing against his own, Matt sighed contently at the taste of him. It took everything in him to restrain himself and not push too far too fast. Though Bucky made it hard with the hand on his hip, the heat of his touch driving him wild. He leaned into it, reveling in the way the strong fingers gripped him.

"I'm not against either of those." A soft yet playful nip to Bucky's bottom lip with a smirk of his own. "I actually really like the sound of both of them." His wrists turned to hook his fingers into the other's shirt and lifted, his lips still teasing Bucky's until the fabric came between them. He pulled the shirt over the other's head and let it drop to the floor, only then did he lean in and capture his lips in a heated kiss.

"You're not being weird." A gentle reassuring smile at the omission, allowing his hand to be guided to the hem of Bucky's shirt. Fingers played along of the fabric as Matt took it all in, trying to get a clear sense of exactly what Bucky actually wanted. If the heavy scent of the arousal in the air wasn't a clear enough indicator, the excited thrum of his heartbeat pounded in his ears.

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to." Matt spoke softly, leaning in so his lips ghosted over Bucky's but never let them actually touch. He wanted him to make the actual first move, to connect their lips in a kiss or whatever the other might feel the desire to do. His free hand lifted to slip beneath the hem of Bucky's shirt to graze his fingertips over the muscled skin beneath with great restraint. "I think the bigger question is what you want."

*enters through the window and hides behind the sofa* "Please don't tell Kate where I am! I could barely get away." // from Yelena to Clint

There were days where Clint appreciated nothing more than sitting at home and relaxing with a slice of pizza and a new episode of The Great British Baking Show. It was very much needed after the week he had and in his opinion very much deserved. His peace was short lived with the window next to the television opening and Yelena climbing inside.

"What the hell -" Clint managed to get out just as the blonde dove behind his couch, making him do a double take to the window then back to the spot where she had disappeared. Resolving to find out what the hell was going on and why his couch had to be involved, he sighed heavily before setting his food down on the coffee table and pressing pause on his show. He moved to kneel on the couch to over the back of it and down at Yelena.

"Why is behind my couch the only plausible hiding place in the whole city? And what did you do?"

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nsfw prompts - actions. “your muse” usually means the sender. send reverse to switch!

[ accidental ] - your muse sends an accidental nude photo

[ deliberate ] - your muse sends a deliberate nude photo

[ tease ] - your muse teases my muse in public

[ undress ] - my muse starts to undress your muse

[ guide ] - my muse guides your muse’s hand to where they would like them

[ attention ] - my muse gives attention to an area where yours is insecure

[ more ] - my muse begs for more

[ strip ] - my muse performs a striptease for yours

[ slap ] - your muse slaps my muse

[ watch ] - my muse watches your muse masturbate

[ caught ] - my muse getting caught

[ grind ] - my muse grinding on your muse’s thigh

[ edge ] - your muse being edged by my muse

[ embarrass ] - my muse getting embarrassed by something in the middle of sex

[ record ] - my muse recording a video for your muse

[ audio ] - your muse sends a recording of their moans

[ wake ] - your muse wakes my muse up by going down on them or fingering/handjob

[ pin ] - your muse pins my muse down or against the wall

[ fantasy ] - my muse describes a fantasy with your muse

[ bend ] - my muse bends over for your muse for a spanking or pegging

This is the hottest shit ever.

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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

Decades of training had wired him to accept pain no different than breathing. Pain would happen. The soldier could only accept and continue moving as if nothing happened, having done so on countless missions before. On one of the missions, his metal arm had even been ripped from his body but still he walked away as if it were nothing, despite how the nerve endings were screaming at him. Blood loss was another thing though. His body couldn't be trained to ignore the effects of losing too much blood, even if the mind could. He had tried to continue fighting but his legs had given out beneath him, his vision going dark while his limbs refused to listen to his commands.

Being hauled along out of the battle, the soldier tried to move with the Commander instead of simply being dead weight against him. His metal hand was still pressed firmly to the wound at the orders that had been given, refusing to let up. The evac truck screeched to a stop along side them to shield from any stray bullets before the back doors were flung open and agents spilled out, rushing over to them. The soldier was ripped from the Commander's grip by several agents and dragged haphazardly back towards the evac truck, his head falling forward as his body went limp, a small trail of blood left in his wake.

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The urge to lay down and close his eyes was great with the darkness creeping in from the corners of his vision and the chill settling over him. Pain burned through him, threatening to overwhelm and drown him beneath it all. The soldier swayed on his knees, eyes falling closed for a long moment only to open again with the sound of the Commander's voice, finding the man standing over him. The orders were clear and left no room argument. He must obey.

"Да сэр." Yes, sir. The soldier forced out the words through the slats in his mask between panted breaths. Clenching his teeth, he pushed himself back to his feet with legs weak beneath him and metal hand pressed to the wound. Blood and his strength seeped out between his fingers but still, he manged to stumble forward several steps before falling back to his knees.

"Командир, миссия провалена." Commander, mission failed.

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Charlie Cox in Daredevil (3.07)

It didn't seem fair how their relationship ended but with the both of them going to colleges in different states, it felt inevitable. A scholarship for boxing sent him across the country to California to study science on a full ride, if he had the grades and continued to perform in the ring. It was barely enough to keep Steve off of his mind, missing with each minute of the day. Bucky had picked up his cell phone countless times but could never bring himself to hit the dial button. Hundreds of texts were typed out and never sent, deleted before he could work up the courage to send them.

With finals being completed, Bucky flew home for the holidays to see his parents and Rebecca. The welcoming was warm and very much needed but at the same time did nothing to help the hollow feeling deep inside his chest. The one that was created as he watched Steve walk away from him when their relationship came to an end, having to stop himself from running after him and begging him to take him back.

Last minute Christmas shopping was what Rebecca had said, that she needed Bucky to give her a ride into town so she could shop for their parents without them being there. He hadn't left the house since he arrived home, not even to go his parent's store, in fear of seeing Steve in town. Seeing him happy and loving the new city life, worse with someone else. But after being nagged for a half hour, Bucky eventually caved in and agreed to drive his younger sister into town with the promise she would stop harassing him.

Main Street was picturesque. A sight Bucky loved to see with Steve, walking down the sidewalk hand in hand to their normal haunts. Now it only made the hollowness in his chest ache. Rebecca all but dragged him out of the car before hurrying off into one of the boutiques to search for a gift, leaving him alone. Bucky resolved himself to walk down the sidewalk aimlessly with his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets and his mind somewhere far away, not noticing someone walking out of the shop he was passing until it was too late.

"Sorry about that." The words were knee jerk, leaving his lips automatically with their bodies colliding. A step back to give the man some space and chill went through him as his eyes of the other's face, the air kicked out of his lungs as if he suddenly forgot how to breathe. "Shit, Steve...I-I'm sorry I didn't see you there..." He fumbled for words, blinking several times in shock of who he was actually staring at before taking a deep breath to compose himself to speak. "Hey..."

@defectivexfragmented

It had been a miserable start to college. Steve knew he was supposed to be excited about moving to New York City and starting art school, but he'd never imagined trying to do it without Bucky. Even that summer when things had started to get rough for them, when they realized there was no chance of them ending up in the same state and they were going to have to figure out how to make it long distance, a part of him hadn't really believed they'd call it quits. It was the dumbest fight of his life, both of them panicking about the distance, and even now he couldn't have said who was the first to suggest it or agree to it, but the end result was the same. The end.

He'd wanted to take it back every day since then. He almost had. He'd almost broken down and called him a thousand times. The best thing he could say about it was that it was a clean break. They had no memories together in NYC. That didn't help the first few weeks when he wanted to text Bucky about every little thing, but the longer it went on, the more impossible it seemed to reach out again. Steve had compensated by throwing himself a little too hard into his classes, and now that finals were over and he was back home for the holidays, there was little to distract him.

Christmas cheer, he reminded himself. Sarah Rogers loved Christmas, and he would not drag this season down for his mother. Main street looked like a Christmas card, all the windows full of lights and decorations. It was even starting to snow a little. Steve was so busy trying not to look anywhere near their favorite diner when he left one of the shops that he ended up walking right into someone, a quiet huff escaping him at the impact, warm breath fogging the air. "Sorry."

Checking in at the hotel front desk was a smooth process, even with playing the part of a blind man trying to navigate his way through the hotel lobby. The front desk was very helpful with checking him in and went out of their way to tell him where the elevators were as well as a few other points; the pool and hotel restaurant. All the normal things. The key was slid across the counter so it was directly in front of him with the noted directing, picking it up with a charming smile and his gratitude.

Sliding it into his pocket, he turned to wait in the center of the lobby for Remy to join him, folding up his cane to tuck it into his bag. There was no need for it now that he had joined him and he was grateful for it. The prop was a necessary annoyance but with the chance to go without, he wasn't going to pass it up.

"I would ask if you were happy to be home but it's rather obvious, even to a blind man." A warm yet teasing smile with the slipping around his waist. "Yeah, we're all set. Third floor, room 512. She said it was a corner room." He held out the key since it would be pointless for him to be carrying it.

Thunder crashed loudly overhead, startling the front desk clerk with a small scream and a muttered apology in embarrassment, before the skies opened up and released a deluge of rain. Matt raised an eyebrow at the sound, chin tilting in Remy's direction.

"Kurt has impeccable timing, apparently. If we got here a few minutes later or a block down the street and we would have been caught in that." Not that Matt would have minded too much about the rain. It was more of standing in an air conditioned lobby in a soaked through shirt didn't appeal to his senses in the least.

Matt hooked a hand in the crook of Remy's elbow. "Shall we? Before they lose power and we get caught in the elevator?"

Leave it to Remy to pack in record time. It made Matthew convinced things were most likely forgotten and they would need to pick things up while they were in New Orleans, which was fine by him. Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease him for it, though, when it came up. All that mattered to him was how happy Remy was, still able to feel it beaming off of him like the warmth of the sun on his skin. The way his heartbeat reflected the emotion with its own special rhythm. All of it was everything to Matt. To know, he was the reason to cause such happiness. He could only hope he would have the chance to make Remy feel like this again in the future.

"Ready when you are." A bright smile to go with his answer. It wasn't until right then did Matt realize he was excited to go to New Orleans. For Remy to show him around where he grew up and all his favorite places, for the chance to get to know a side of him that he hadn't been able to before.

His first introduction to Kurt was when he suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room with a light scent of brimstone in the air. He was friendly to say the least, going on about how the Cajun had talked about him a lot. There was some light teasing before all their things were gathered together in the living room and with Kurt's touch to their shoulders, they were all In New Orleans in the alleyway beside the hotel before Matt could blink. Remy had explained Kurt's powers to him in the past but apparently nothing could compare to actually witnessing it firsthand.

"That was so much easier than flying." Matt chuckled with relief, running a hand through his hair before pulling his cane out of his pocket. To be able to travel without the scents and cabin pressure overwhelming his senses and needing to resort to a sedative was a god send like no other. Thunder roared over their heads while lightning lit up the alleyway, snapping him back into the moment as the lawyer touching a hand to Remy's forearm.

"I'm going to go check us in, alright? Take your time." A flash of a warm smile before Matt turned to Kurt, graciously thanking him for his helping them out and saving him from a horrible migraine and a sedative hangover. With a flick of his wrist, the cane was extended and he grabbed the handle of his bag to start heading towards the street then to the hotel.

SPOILERS:  The ending of Captain America: The Winter Soldier 

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