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[cursed-with-knowledge]

Open Starter

Deyanira was at the library, in one of the quiet corners where she thought she was least likely to be disturbed.

However I like most times when she was in the library, she wasn't surrounded by physics books, or a cluster of paper with designs on them.

She grabbed another book. It was heavier than she expected. Maybe it was just the title "Understanding Anxiety" sitting on the cover like it knew something she didn’t.

She flipped through the pages. I like most times when she was here the quiet around her wasn't comforting. It felt like it might crack under the weight of her thoughts.

Her thoughts that she couldn't even figure out anymore. Her brain had always been what helped her survive and now it felt as if it was betraying her.

She was too in her head to notice that someone had entered the area, she only realized when she heard the chair across from her creak.

She lifted her head to see who it was, closing the book and putting it aside, faced down, slowly like she was trying to hide it. Fruitless really, she was surrounded by more books than she had fingers. All of them were about the same thing. Anxiety.

"Hey"

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[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.

[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.

[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

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[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..."

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[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.

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[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?"

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[snow-storm-soldier]

Open RP - Serum Talks

“You know, they told me when I was eight it would make me stronger instantly, and I had hoped they were right.” He said, softly. “Now I’m not so sure it worked.”

He inspects himself. “To be fair to them, it was only half a dose, and I had felt stronger afterwards but…”

He feels around his muscles and veins with his metal arm.

“Maybe the other half will finish it. I hope it doesn’t. Maybe then they’ll let me go. Right?”

He looks to the person sitting beside him.

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[katherine-fisk]

A package of Mutant Growth Hormon is placed in the doorway of their home. MGH can give regular humans mutant powers for a limited time or enhance the powers of those that are already mutants. It's highly addictive.

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Katherine should not have opened the unmarked package. She was in a fragile emotional state. She was sleep deprived after studying all night, and she had worked a long day. She was unable to pick up Cedar from daycare. Perhaps this was a good thing.

As the young woman picked up the mysterious bag, its contents spilled out, dusting into the box and the air around her. She recoiled in disgust at the putrid smell and gritty taste in her mouth and lungs. She stumbled backward against the counter while frantically waving her arms at the air, trying to clear it. In her agitation, she nearly lost her balance, falling to the floor. Oh, this cannot possibly be good! Scrambling with shaking hands, she dialed her three emergency contacts. How much time before the effects kick in? Not wanting anyone else, least of all her family, to be affected, she began to clean up the small mess. All the while, her ears grew warm, her breathing grew more shallow. It seemed as though everything was too loud in the suddenly silent house.

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[cursed-with-knowledge]

OPEN STARTER

TW: (very) brief mention of drugs, panic attack

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A walk. A simple walk to and from the convenience store and back.

It was a late night errand, she wanted some nice ramen and groceries. The roads were quiet, the street lights flickered while others didn't even turn on.

There was a small hum from the lights, a few rooms from the buildings around showed that she wasn't the only one awake at this late hour.

It was supposed to be a quick errand. A walk that'll help her get some fresh air and a goodnight's sleep.

But she had bumped into a group in an alley on the way. Just a bunch of friends getting high. Not uncommon, especially around here and this late. She tended to ignore them, much like how everyone else did.

However this time they called for her. Asked her if she wanted some. That they could hook her with a supplier. The first one was free as a courtesy.

It was obvious they weren't just teenagers smoking a joint, they were trying to go around and sell this, make a dime. Get a job done for someone bigger. And it was obvious they were amateurs

The offer hadn't been the problem. She had said no, been stern, punched the girl trying to grab her wrist and ran back to her apartment.

She hadn't noticed until she was opening her doors that her hand was shaking. She wasn't scared. Not from that group of idiots anyway.

But she could still smell it, the smoke, the drug. She walked in, first mistake. Her apartment was nice but it was small.

She felt herself not breathing right so she went to the bathroom to splash her face with some water.

That was the second mistake, the sink, white lights, porcelain shelf, it all made it worse. It brought her back. Back to where she never wanted to go.

And suddenly she couldn't breathe. She didn't know why.

Was she having a heart attack? Were her lungs failing? Was she having some weird allergic reaction?

She couldn't find an answer as her hands shook and she found herself sliding to the floor, grabbing at her chest.

The idea of a panic attack didn't even cross her mind.

She felt like she was dying. Like every breath she took just weighed on her chest and never made it to her lungs.

She couldn't die. Not now. Not here. Who would even find her body?

She grabbed her bag, fishing out her flip phone before calling the first person she could click.

Still not able to breath properly and unsure what was happening to her she put the phone to her ear.

If she was dying she might as well make sure they found her body before she rotted.

She heard her phone beep and she gathered whatever breath she could muster, "hello?"

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[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Steven: Rainy Day

Steven Grant x You (Fem!Reader)

1,864 words / 18+ only, no minors

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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.

[theshadowedassassin]

In The Shadows

Elise sighed as she raised her head away from her victim's neck. She drained every last drop of blood from him and finally felt satisfied. She stood and cleaned herself up before stashing the body as best as she could. She hated this way of life and hated what they made her into. Her red eyes slowly transformed back into the beautiful blue ones she was used to. Her fangs retracted and she finally felt somewhat normal again.

Elise pulled her hood over her head, feeling the rain start to fall. "Great, another rainy night." She smiled softly and felt the drops land on her jacketed shoulders. "Now, I've just got to get back to the lab and try to find another solution to fix my problems."

She slowly walked back to her lab, unaware anyone was following her.

[randomluckystars]

Open Roleplay - Housewarming

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I couldn't stay in the warehouse anymore. Not after the last beating. So I found a small bungalow and now call it home. My first home, bought with my own cash. I've come a long way, and I'm proud. So it's time to celebrate.

There are seven pizzas on the table and drinks in the fridge. I had outsourced products for my friends to enjoy. I knew I was going to.

I was still bruised and beaten, but it wasn't going to stop me from celebrating. The door was open, and I was in the backyard, hanging bulb lights to set the mood.

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Join if you want! Its open to all!

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@soldier-in-winter

[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.

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