#mcu rp open starter

[cursed-with-knowledge]

Open Starter

Deyanira was back in her "lab". Which was just an abandoned warehouse she had turned into her home and lab.

She needed to do something. Whether it was make or jump off a building to test her flight or explode something.

Just anything. As long as it didn't force her to think about herself

If she did all she'd come to is the realization that she doesn't quite know what she's doing. All she has done is create, create and create.

That she threw herself into this trance of inventing and disassociating for so long after her father's death that she didn't realize that she wasn't doing anything of purpose

Everything she created has a purpose but what's the point when it doesn't serve anyone else?

When she never lets it serve it's function because the purpose it really holds isn't it's work but holding her together.

And she was thinking again. Too much.

God this is why she liked being here. She hated knowing the date. She hated knowing exactly how long it had been.

She hated that the earth rotates and that humans had made a time where every year it came back to the same day without fail.

She heard something drop.

Her head snapped to see who was standing there....

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@under0-0s @official-james-b @oh-to-be-a-murderer

And anyone else

[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.

[the-revolution-official]

SATURDAY OPEN RP: THE HUNT FOR RUMLOW

It is a long flight to Bucharest, but worth it. If it meant bringing in the most irritating thorn in James' side, he'd fly all over the world until Rumlow was either at the Raft or dead. Either or.

The things Rumlow did disgusted a lot of people, but wanting his own daughter dead was enough to sentence the man to James' brand of punishment. Even if he promised to bring Rumlow in alive. James was a man of his word, but he sincerely hoped Brock Rumlow would push him to the extreme. The Winter Soldier was still in there, but James had complete control.

The moment they took off, James was already going through the plan in his head over and over again. He doesn't get the luxury of sleeping because there is only the mission and nothing more. Protecting the kids, yes. He brought them because he knows he can't keep them away. His child is there, but she is capable of protecting herself. Everyone else? They chose to be there.

When they land, it's going to be interesting.

No time limit! We go until we get Rumlow!

@brock--rumlow @its-nate-the-sharpshot @oh-to-be-a-murderer @multiverse-peterbparker @thescarleteevee @th3blackcatt @red-sky-magpie @behindtheireyes and if I didn't tag you... its because my brain ain't working so just hop in. I got no problems with it.

[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

[project-traveler]

Open RP

Willow slips out of the ropes holding her she’d been missing at for what she can guess is probably only twenty four hours at most by this point. She’s gotten the information she came here for and within two hours time can be ready to take down the whole operation.

Willow opens her phone after escaping and taking down her guards silently. She quickly dials a number and on the third ring you answer it. This is also coincidentally when the wave of goons comes through the door looking to check on their fallen comrades.

Tags: @the-good-redheaded-witch @serenastark-official @wong-the-not-wizard @thebestmerc-1 and anyone else. I’m blanking on who to tag.

[its-nate-the-sharpshot]

Rp starter:

(mostly for the people tagged but if anyone feels like they fit in this storyline too then go ahead)

The sound of an car pulling into the driveway of the Barton house garage could be heard in the early morning. Stepping outside, you see an old pickup truck coming to a halt just outside the house. The driver-side door opens and out steps Nate, looking tired but a lot better. He'd grown his hair out a bit, and the only trace of injuries on him is an almost healed black eye. He looks nervous, but more than anything, he looks happy to be home. There's also a blonde girl in the passenger seat, who seems to be just waking up.

Nate comes up to you, a sheepish expression on his face

"...surprise?"

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 @thebetterbartontwin @the-good-redheaded-witch

[diana-belova-barnes]

Open RP

Diana steps into the kitchen. Her eyes have large bags under them making it clear she hasn’t slept in a while. She glances briefly at the coffee pot and takes a cup of black coffee something she doesn’t usually do unless she’s nearing three days without sleep. Usually when she drinks coffee she loads it with sugar and milk to make the taste even bearable.

She takes a sip of it a rubs at her arm where she had gotten a scratch the other day from running into a fence. Her level of sleep hasn’t even hit the 72 hour mark she’s fine.

Tags: @your-fav-russian-assassin @daniel-barnes-the-ghost @mori-is-here @yoursx-cyber-skye

@over-bi-the-wayside @clintbarton-thearrowguy (tagging y’all’s main’s cause I interact with multiple of y’all’s characters) @thebestmerc-1 @truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon

@official-buckybarnes @buckyofficialbarnes and anyone else. Just realized how many people I know :). Usually only try to stick to a few tags but am bored.

[newsreporter16]

The rain was pouring down hard. But it did not bother nor faze January. She kept on walking down the sidewalk. January had to get out of there, she had to leave her terrible father. She was his shield for as long as she could remember. She was always apologizing to countless people for her father’s actions and behavior. She even had to apologize to the President once!

January finally understood why her mother divorced him. Though he got custody over January, after he threatened to her mother to make the divorce public. He always made sure that he got his way on everything. Well enough is enough. January is at her breaking point with everything her father does. He forced her to be a part time journalist. She had enough of it. So she packed a bag and left the only home she knew, without a single thought.

January wandered the city aimlessly. The rain had soaked her clothes and she was freezing. She had no where to go and no place to stay. But anywhere was better than being with her father. She held her backpack closer, as she sits on the curb of the sidewalk. She holds back tears. “What was I thinking?! This was a bad idea…” January says, silently crying.

//Anyone can join

[kierra-terra]

OPEN RP

Kierra was walking back to Wade's from her shift at the bar, excited to go home and read one of the new books she'd bought. She hummed a song; maybe it was from a movie—she didn't remember, but it had a nice tune at the bridge. She kicked a pebble along the way, matching her steps to the beat of the song.

She was in quite a good mood until a car with a bad exhaust zoomed past her, spewing smoke in it's wake. She grimaced, trying to wave it away best she could, but still coughed, leaning against a streetlight for a moment. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she coughed, but when she brought it away, she spotted red flecks against the skin of her palm.

Confused, she blinked, but the blood still remained. Why would she cough up blood? She was perfectly fine. She hadn't had a cold in like... she doesn't even remember. She shrugged a little hesitantly to herself and wiped it away on her trousers. They had to be washed anyway.

She reaches home, freshens up, and changes into pajamas. She dumps her bag onto the floor and herself onto the bed. She reaches for the bookcase above her bed when suddenly, her phone rings. Someone's calling her: an unknown number. A little wary, she picks up. "Hello?"

//first open rp guys don't judge me pls and ty

[silentdeath-a175]

Open rp

WARNING: contains self harm, blood, blades, mentions of abuse, and suicidal tendencies!

ALEX, or A-175 — he wasn’t sure anymore — just got back from a mission. The second he turned in his mission report he raced off to his quarters.

What is wrong with me?

He questioned himself, feeling… feelings. He didn’t know what to do with them, he wasn’t used to feeling guilty or helpless or anything, really. His heart hurt, he was catching glimpses of a life he didn’t know.

Trapped outside in the snow, the sting of a taser, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion hitting him in the eye-

He shook his head. That isn’t me. That never happened to me.

But the more he told himself that the less he believed it. He was still in his gear, the daggers strapped at his thighs were starting to look incredibly enticing….

No. You’re not allowed to…

A-175 isn’t allowed… who am I?

Slowly, he unsheathed the blade, bringing it to his wrist — the non tattooed one — and cutting a thin line, watching the blood bubble up around the cut. There were other marks on his arms, too clean to be accidental, too precise to be anything but self inflicted.

In his questionable state of mind he was too clouded to remember to close his door all the way, leaving it cracked open for anyone to enter through.

[katherine-fisk]

"Come on in! We are happy to have you!"

Cedar Strange's Baby Shower

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@maryfisk

@we-love-redwing

@wilsonfisk-thekingpin

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@notquitebuckybarnes

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[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Steven: Rainy Day

Steven Grant x You (Fem!Reader)

1,864 words / 18+ only, no minors

Masterlist.

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Summary: What if Steven got all embarrassed he couldn’t last?! It's far too easy to wind him up. But maybe you both girlbossed a little too close to the sun this time. Less plot, more smut.

Notes: Please be kind. First time publicly publishing smut. I was looking at my tame + wholesome masterlist thinking I should write something new for Steven. Then this filth was forced upon my innocent little swiss-cheese brain. You can take my keyboard away from me now. I’m sorry. But also you’re welcome.

Warnings: soft domme fem!reader, submissive Steven kind of but not totally??, teasing, fluff/praise, masturbation, piv sex, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, creampie, cum play

You were lying naked on his bed. Rain pouring outside had caused you to stay over his place a few hours more. One thing led to another. You’d barely teased him but Steven was already crawling up your body. Kissing all the spots he’d missed going down. Tilting your head to catch sight of his thickened cock swinging between each movement. Your legs shift to squeeze against him in anticipation. You knew what was coming next and you couldn’t wait another second.

He was like some over-eager puppy given the okay to come up for air. That talented mouth of his became over-stimulation at this point. You once asked him what he thought about when he went down on you, expecting him to say something daft that would stop him from making a mess of the sheets. Instead, he told you he’d been writing how he felt about you in hieroglyphics. The sucking is just a bonus because he loved the taste of you. He didn’t need to do much to get your pussy to flutter. He never did make you work for it. If only he knew the power he held over you, he’d be downright dangerous.

Ever since the first time you’d gotten intimate with each of them, Steven was the only one to never tell you no. You sometimes worried you’d do something he wouldn’t like and he might not tell you as you cuddled together afterwards. When he looked back at you with those bold expressive eyes, it told you everything you needed to know. You realized all you wanted to do was take good care of him.

Steven clumsily crawled up to meet your lips. The taste of you on his tongue. His body shifted and an arm slithers between the two of you. A moment later, you feel him stroking his head across your soaked folds. Guiding himself home. You’ve been suffering through his fingers and his mouth already. More than ready to feel him fully.

When he takes a second too long for your patience, you order him to lie back.

Flipping positions. You help him down the last part of the way with a push and a smile. His cock had slipped out somewhere in the movements. Not a problem. You were up on your knees over him. Steven lay back, looking both entirely surprised to be there and not letting his focus up for what came next.

You reach down and give him a few exploratory pumps. Being gentle, starting from the head where most of the pre-cum and your fluids had accumulated. You use just your middle finger and thumb to smear it over his thick spongy head, dragging it down to the bundle of nerves to play with. Gentle back-and-forth motions. Steven jerked with his whole body. Quickly throwing his lip into a bite to hold back the noise. He wasn’t fooling anyone. You still heard it. Came out more like a whine.

“Pretty boy. How about another moan for me?” You coo. He looked back at you like a wounded animal. Those curls on his face framed him just right for the compliment.

“This ain’t on. You’ve been bloody teasing me all night.” He shook his head. His hands palmed at the bedsheets on either side of him. Even after all this time, he still never seemed to know what to do with his hands. Adorable.

You look away from him. Watching the rain beat down on the windows. Pretending not to know he’s there while you continue to stroke. He could tell you to stop if he wanted, but you both knew he wasn’t about to do that. Instead, he squirmed and tolerated it for as long as he could before his words managed to find the tip of his tongue.

“Please? I don’t want to be the twat that jizzes on himself because my girl’s stunning but she’s an absolute menace.”

Shuffling up a little more you stop stroking and kept your hand still around him. “Oh, I’m a menace, am I?” Offering a gentle squeeze. Steven squirmed without trying to move away, looking like he was about to burst then and there. His cheeks turn a lovely shade of red as he nodded and scrambled to find a comeback to say.

“Uh-huh. Yup- The kind that looks at a beautiful sunrise and tells it to buggar off for a few more hours sleep.”

“No-one needs to be making anything at that time my business. What’s that got to do with me being a menace?”

“It’s got everything to do with-“

You lined yourself up while he rambled. Sinking down on him without warning. Finding a way to shut him up. You slid down far as you could tolerate before you needed to slow down the last part of the way. The stretch tingled. You catch a stuttered breath in your throat.

“Oh- oh god.” He spluttered out. Hands flying away from the bedsheets to grip at your thighs, as if searching for some kind of stability. There was none. Him holding you like that wasn’t going to stop you. Hips wiggled slowly from side to side to fit yourself snugly onto him.

You grind down and start slow. Finding that pace you liked where his cock would hit the spot just right. Small noises came from him. Breathier ones from you. You’d barely started rocking against him before you felt him shudder. His eyes were rolled back and you felt his cock pumping a hot mess deep inside you.

Game over.

Steven held you a little tighter before releasing his grip. Face going pale. Surprising himself. “Shit- I am so so sorry.” He looked as mortified as he sounded. Hands coming up to cover his face he groaned.

You laugh lightly and shake your head at him. Stopping immediately to lower yourself down onto him to rest. Leaning down to bring your face in closer to his. Hands moved on his, guiding them away from his face to hold down against the pillow. Boy looked like he could use a hug. Instead, you squeeze his hands in yours. Rubbing your nose against his.

“Aw no, baby, don’t feel bad. It’s okay. I’m still having fun. You already got me off once, be proud of that.”

You shower his face in peppered kisses. His softer hands stroke up your sides. Could have mistaken him for Marc with all that guilt lining his features. You stroke his knuckles with your thumbs and kiss away his embarrassment once more. A little longer lasting this time.

“I’ll take the blame for that. I’ve been teasing you for ages. Or maybe I’m just that good you can’t control yourself around me.”

You move your hand away from him to pretend to wipe the glitter off your shoulder. Glitter was an inside joke you both shared regularly. That got a laugh out of him and you feel the movement of his softer cock slipping out from inside you. You shifted to the feeling of it. The mess he’d made coming with it. Pooling on his abdomen and leaking down your legs.

“You are so amazing.” He tells you. "Can I touch you?"

Nodding, you bite your lip when his hand wiggles out from under yours and goes down. Feeling his fingers immediately stroke over your used needy hole had you tensing up. You press into his touch. Steven leaned back up to meet your lips. Less desperate this time, more loving. You hear his words murmured against you.

“I feel bad I keep making a mess before you can finish.”

“Don’t be. Just means we need to try again, right?” You say more hopefully, a glint of a smile when you lean back to see him nod without any words. More concentrated on what he was doing to you.

You feel Steven’s fingers leaving you alone. Casting your eyes down to see what he was doing, you watch him scoop up some of the mess from his abdomen then bring it up to stuff back into you. The temperature difference was felt and caused you to shiver. The way his fingers lazily toyed with the cum on your pussy warmed you back up from the inside out.

He brought his other arm up behind his head to be able to watch better. Your hands stayed where they are, pressed into the pillow either side of him. His fingers caught cum drooling down your legs to spread over your pussy. Slow strokes before he’d go find some more, either from around you or inside. You were already wound up from everything, needing that blissful high he could put you into. Hips rocking, chasing his touch. A few more minutes of this had you trembling and him stiff as a rock again. Maybe he did know what to do with his hands after all.

This time. There was no waiting. No holding back. The moment Steven was aligning himself you were sinking down and seeking out that spot with more ferocity than you’d had before. Steven matched your rhythm with coordinated thrusts.

Pushing himself to sit up and catch your nipple in his mouth. He sucked sloppily, then moving up after your mouth. Hand slipped between you both again to play with you. Firmer. More in that way you'd shown him you liked. It was your turn to grip onto him for stability. Swallowing each other's moans and thrusting roughly until you both finished. You first, him following a few thrusts later.

The kisses turned softer. You lay back in bed together and stroked over each others bare skin. Air coming back to your lungs as you both come down from the clouds you were on.

You see him thinking loudly with that familiar distant stare. Off in his own world again. A moment later he was blinking as he snapped back into the moment, focusing back on you. You wait to see who it might be. His expression changed all shy and it made you laugh. Still Steven then.

“What?”

“I was just thinking. We should have more rainy days like this. But like, every day.”

“Yeah? I’d like that.”

“Wouldn’t need to leave if it was every day. This'd be your place too.”

“Is this your way of asking me to move in?”

“That’s uh- I think- I mean, yeah? I guess it is. What do you think?”

“Say it then. Ask me properly.”

“Alright.” He shifted onto his side. His hand in his hair to prop his head up and look down at you. “Will you move in with me?”

Without a beat, you smile and say, “No.” His face contorted up. You soften up your smile and squeeze him. “I need to talk to the others first. Otherwise, yes.”

“Had me for a second then… You flipping menace.” He dove down to tackle you with kisses and playful bites which have you squirming and unable to breathe through the laughter. Pushing back to try and pin him down. Wouldn't matter if it turned into something more. You both had all the time in the world. The perfect way to spend a rainy day.

[the-official-star-lord]

Open Rp:

Peter was... conflicted. And thinking, which he didn't normally do a lot of. Christmas in a few weeks. Literally his favourite holiday. One he hadn't been back on Earth for since... But now his ship was fixed. If he wanted to he could grab all the guardians and fly to the other side of the galaxy until the season was over. But something held him back

He sat at the controls of the now repaired ship, weighing his options

tags: @serenastark-official @the-real-peterparker @star-spangled-starboyyy @rocketnotraccoon @officially-gamora @purple-surgicalborg @drax-destroyer-official @i-am-groot-groot-am-i @immantis @rocketraccoonrp and anyone else

[scarlett-winthrop-maximoff]

Open RP

Scarlett plays with the water in front of her almost unconsciously she had been able to meld it to her will since she was young. The ever changing shape was always a good way to keep her mind occupied even if she had had to hide it for most of her childhood. To be honest she wasn’t completely sure if her parents knew about her powers either. She knew she could do more but sometimes her powers scared her. Scarlett even though she has to concentrate to use the power now that she knows it’s there is still sometimes scared of her own voice. Afraid she’ll accidentally use her power to hurt someone when she doesn’t mean to.

She also knows though that her water abilities still have untapped potential she can feel it whenever she uses them. It’s a feeling in her bones. Scarlett looks over as a dog approaches her and sniffs slowly at her. It’s not Shadow but her Mom has always said she’s a dog magnet. She reaches with her free hand to pet the dog before the owner comes over apologizing.

“It’s okay,” Scarlett says with a smile. “My mom’s always said I’m a dog magnet.” She pets the dog before the owner takes him away back to go play with the other dogs. Scarlett whistles for Shadow who comes running up to her. She smiles leashing him and walking out of the park before running into someone.

Some tags of people who might want to rp: @maryfisk @jade-lopez-maximoff @wanda-maximoff-official @official-pietro-maximoff @pietros-wife @the-best-duck-tamer and anyone else who comes across it idk.

[serenastark-official]

📍Location: Abandoned Warehouse, New York City, Night

TW: Mention of blood and injuries

The sound of her boots echoed against the cold, cracked concrete floor as Serena limped into the dimly lit warehouse. Her breathing was shallow, each step sending a jolt of pain through her side where a deep gash had torn through her armor. Blood stained her clothes, dark red against the silver and black fabric, but it wasn’t the physical pain that troubled her the most—it was the feeling of weakness, the feeling of being vulnerable in a world that demanded strength.

Her vision blurred slightly as she scanned the room, looking for a place to collapse. The silence was almost deafening after the chaos of the fight she'd just barely escaped. She reached up, gripping the edge of a metal crate for support, feeling her knees tremble. Her hand was slick with blood from the wound on her side, but she didn't have time to worry about it.

The pain in her body and the sharp edge of panic in her chest felt familiar, but no less terrifying. She had faced monsters, aliens, and gods, but right now, the darkness and the blood were the only things that mattered.

She staggered forward, each step slower than the last, until she hit the ground with a thud. Her vision swam as her mind tried to fight off the exhaustion, but it was no use. The cold concrete against her skin felt like the only thing holding her together. She could barely make out the outline of the door at the far end of the warehouse.

"Y/n?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but she called out anyway.

[scinglives]

open starter: bucky barnes 

“Just don’t, okay?” Bucky asked with a sigh as he turned off the TV, the news about John Walker becoming Captain America had been on all day. It made his blood boil having to watch his smug smile and talking about things he knew nothing about. He didn’t know Steve and everything he had done to become Captain America. 

“I’m not in the mood for your teasing. He doesn’t get to have that shield! He goes against everything that shield means.”