#mcu open rp

[iamthexweapon]

Open Pepper Starter

"If you've come to talk to me about Tony, save it." She gave a small shrug to her shoulders, leaning back against her chair. "I'm doing okay now, that's all that matters. Morgan is fine. We're all fine. Everyone's fine."

[serenastark-official]

closed rp

Location: A high-security underground vault in Zurich. Time: 2:37 AM. Objective: Retrieve a stolen Stark Industries prototype before it falls into the wrong hands.

Snow crunched beneath Serena's boots as she pressed herself against the cold metal wall, her breath coming in quiet puffs of mist. The facility was eerily silent—too silent. Her gut told her this wasn't going to be a simple in-and-out job. Adjusting her gauntlet, she tapped her earpiece.

"C.A.R.L.O.S., tell me something good."

Define good, Miss Stark. If you mean the dozen heat signatures moving toward your position, then I regret to inform you that the news is quite bad.

Serena exhaled sharply. "Screw it. Let’s improvise."

Her HUD flickered as she scanned the room ahead—dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows. The prototype had to be close. But so was someone else.

A noise. Footsteps.

Serena raised her repulsor, eyes narrowing. Ally or foe? That was the million-dollar question.

"Alright, whoever’s out there, show yourself. You’ve got three seconds before I start blasting."

[ravonna-lexus-renslayer]

breakfast Open Rp

Ravonna is in her apartment. in her kitchen she's made a large amount of toast, fluffy scrambled eggs and, coffee. she puts it all on the dining table on large plates, buffet style before serving some OJ and fresh cut fruits on the same table.

"come and get it!!"

@verygoodlawyer @theyneedtobepunished @its-like-a-void @just-bob-or-sentry-ig @buchnanbarnes @professor-james-buchanan-barnes

//tag anyone, bring friends, if this goes crazy and she runs out of food she'll make more, it would be funny lol

[its-nate-the-sharpshot]

Open Rp:

tw: mentions of violence, blood, and death

4:54 AM. Nate stumbled through the back door, head down and hood up. He tried to get through the quiet house undetected, reaching the bathroom on the ground floor. He limped on his left leg, and his breathing was heavy

The red was washed off his skin down the drain of the sink but it wasn't enough. It was everywhere. His hands and face and clothes crusted with the stuff. It didn't seem to want to scrub out.

He heard a noise from outside and realised he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door. He looked up to see who it was, fear and shame boiling in his stomach. He looked a mess, his face bruised and covered in blood that wasn't his own, his lip split and his nose bleeding into his mouth

Shit

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No pressure tags:

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @the-good-redheaded-witch @natt-romanoff @chaotic-shapeshifter @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 and anyone else :)

[maryfisk]

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.

[theshadowedassassin]

Just Another Day

"Thanks Christi!" Elise smiled and waved as one of her regular customers walked out of her shop. It had been another wonderful day and before she knew it, it was time to close up the shop.

Just as she was getting ready to close and lock the door, she heard someone walk in. "Sorry, we're close." She said cheerily as she started walking towards the door. "Come back tomorrow and I'll have some new things on the menu." She looked over the person, not ever seeing them before.

[theyneedtobepunished]

"Not again..."

Promptly passes the fuck out

[randomluckystars]

Pride 2025 - All Are Welcome

The festival was divided into four main sections: a market, a stage, a row of food trucks, and a garden. People of every shape, color, and background strolled through the space, waving handheld flags and exchanging hugs without hesitation. The air was rich with the scent of floral perfumes and fried batter, sweet and heady under the sun.

It was a perfect day—sunny, bright, with only a few soft, white clouds drifting overhead.

The celebration would stretch across several days, ensuring that everyone who wanted to attend could find a moment to join. The atmosphere pulsed with love, joy, and unshakable acceptance.

Here, everyone was safe.

[chaotic-shapeshifter]

OPEN RP

TW: blood, gore, mention of death, ect.

FINAL BREAK..

(more of Valerie’s origin relating to her monster!au please read it here)

(also to visualise the beast, read here!)

The last you saw from Valerie was during the last fight.. she watched as her best friend died in her arms, heartbroken. She massacred the people that did this, along with others that stood by and let it all happen.

Something had snapped in Valerie, she wasn’t her.

There were reports of a mysterious beast attacking civilians around the night, leaving the scene as a bloodbath.

Countless, reports of missing people, then being found badly injured..

You knew this was somehow connected to her, she’s been missing as well, she was your friend after all.

After a while, there was a report. A beast been caught on camera fleeing to an old abandoned facility that HYDRA owned before leaving it to rot.

As you drove to the place, it was snowing hard. You look off into the distance, the building was there, it looked like it had been left there for years, graffiti and smashed windows.. along with abandoned/burnt down war trucks with HYDRAs label on it.

As you walked further into the hospital, you could spot something down the hallway, playing with a.. dead deer.

It’s breathing was low and harsh.. it’s claw sharpening against the bones as it gnawed on other parts of the animal.

But as you took one step, it’s head snapped to look at you.

it looked like a werewolf non the less, but with slight changed, it’s head was merely just the skull of a lions.. eyes were black and empty and it had horns of a ram.

It was tall enough to tower over you at the most.. quick too.

In shock you ran into the nearest room, and within a moment, it was looking directly at you through the window.

She.. was looking at you through the window..

//guys I literally need someone to interact with me bc like YES 😭😭

ppl I would be honoured to rp with-

@its-nate-the-sharpshot @epic-shadowguy @stake-to-the-heartt @multiversal-lesbian @project-traveler @the-good-redheaded-witch and anyone else bc PLEASE I WOULD LIKE MORE POOKS 🙇‍♀️

[moongirlwidow]

Open RP: Caps Up

When you get to Vera’s graduation party, it’s held in the back of her cabin

The atmosphere is happy, and she’s got music playing while she cooks and laughs with her guests, her cap still on her head. After four years of highschool she’s graduated, and she’s happy as ever.

Even after the breakup with Peter caused by danger and necessity, she’s slowly trying to keep moving, just how he would have wanted. It’s hard, watching her and MJ mourn while knowing their former partner is lost to them all. But she’s been keeping her head high, and MJ is too.

There’s a new Peter around, one who isn’t quite the same but they get along with. He’s mourning his own universe too, and they aren’t together like that. But the three of them get along, in the quiet, reliable way that comes only from shared experiences. He lost the love of his life, and they both lost one of theirs

When you’ve noticed it all, you can quickly find three main spots people are grouped — around the grill where she is, the circle of chairs around a fire pit, and some yard games in the further area of the lawn before the woods start

@verygoodlawyer @goddessof-death @goddess-of-birds @of-chaos-and-loyalty @the-best-duck-tamer @redroom-peterparker @official-buckybarnes @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @call-me-web-head @foggy-nelson-real

[the-other-belova]

Viktoriya Belova adjusted the scope of her rifle with the same casual ease most people used to zip up a coat. She didn’t need the dossier again—she’d memorized your face the second it was handed to her.

But when her finger hovered just a little too long on the trigger, something shifted in her gut. Recognition? Guilt? Or something far more annoying—doubt.

She exhaled softly and muttered under her breath in Russian, "Zachem ty? Of all people..."

no pressure tags: @your-fav-russian-assassin @belova-not-a-poser @lenas-baby-sis @the-best-black-widow @a-viper-not-a-widow @the-red-widow @thecrazyrplayerosie @elia-theassassin @officially-sasha-volkova @official-natasha-romanova @the-forgotten-romanoff @red-room-boy

[its-ya-boii-hawkeye]

Aw, hearing aids, no :(

[ravonna-lexus-renslayer]

oh no, I accidentally opened up about my past again to make a point and win an argument (if I lose an argument I spontaneously combust). you know what that means!

imma go get black out drunk off of whisky!

[tr1cked]

like & or REBLOG this post if you're interested in writing with an independent LOKI from the marvel universe. mainly based off of the novels, inspirations taken from my own consciousness. gender is but a construct on this blog. written by JAK, 25. original characters are encouraged to interact with me !! crossover & the likes are welcome.

[officialwinterssoldier]

I wish to speak to more people.