#open marvel starter

[ironhardpacker]

"Anyone say fireworks?"

[afterthesemessages]

Sobriety Sucks - open starter

Luna sat at a bar as she looked down at the two year chip in her hand. She had changed outfits and showered, but her best efforts couldn’t get rid of the blood from underneath her fingernails. When someone sat down next to her, she let out a groan, having hoped to be left alone. “Can’t you let a girl wallow in her feelings in peace?”

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter

Muse: Sinthea Schmidt, Red Skull's daughter,

❛ You make me feel, and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now. ❜

[marvelslegacies]

Cass | Open Starter | 005

Open to: Anyone Muse: Cass Maximoff Setting: Nature Walk

"I didn't think you'd take that as well as you did. I'm glad I can trust you." Cass confided.

[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

Open RP ||

Loki had been banished to Midgard after the whole invasion thing, something about living on his own and learning that there was consequences to his actions. He would have no contact with Asgard or the royal family till Odin thought he learned his lessons.

Frigga managed to convince Odin to let Loki keep some of his abilities to use them for good and to protect himself along with others if he shall. Loki was angry of course that his seidr was being limited especially after everything that Odin had done to him. Loki had been destructive in his anger but once that wore off, he was sad and alone so he moped.

Once the trickster god got himself together, made himself a home, a garden, a barrier so nobody could bother him. Loki was pretty much cutting himself from the outside world and focusing on himself. The cabin was furnished to his liking and a reminder of home, not advanced like most homes were here on Midgard but he managed.

[angrychesticles]

"Is it really so much to ask for a normal job and a normal life??"

[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.

[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!

@thunderb0b

@the-best-damn-avocado

@official-buckybarnes

@official-redguardian

@yelena-white-widow

@its-jeff-the-shark

@soldier-in-winter

[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

[ironhardpacker]

"I'm........so fucking old."

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter

Muse: Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow

“  i don’t wanna be here. i’m on the run. you could’ve gotten me killed.  ”

[marvelslegacies]

Jarome | Open Starter | 003

Jarome had just been asked why he was staring in public. He neglected to answer the question directly. Instead he swiveled himself back around in the booth and said in a low voice, "I don't like that guy. In the corner. Feels malicious." He left it at that.

[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

[the-best-duck-tamer]

Open Rp, contains blood

*Right before the ball, you walk into the house to see a drunk Atlas. He's wearing robin's sweatpants and rooke's hoodie, the hood is up but it's obvious it's him. The fire place is lit, but there's no sound coming from it. His right hand is in the fire, but on fire*

@over-bi-the-wayside @enchatedbifrost @scarlett-winthrop-maximoff @goddess-of-birds