#rg4rz

[thunderbringer]

a slight bout of vulnerability only reserved for the soldier that sits behind this god of thunder. the dreams and feeling of loss plague the son of odin occasionally , but steve is there to ground him in these quiet moments. his hands swipes over tired eyes as fingers twirl and glide through long, blonde locks of hair. a comfort, it truly is, to have his other half here where they can simply relish in the company of the other and find the true meaning of peace. @rg4rz is his peace and more than thankful, he is, for that tranquility that is brought to his life by the soldier's mere presence. thor reaches upwards to curl finger's around a wrist and brings it to his lips as a sign of thanks and affection. no need for words between the pair since their actions will always speak louder.

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes / styles receiver’s hair domestic intimacy.

[rescuefield-a]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

they've shared a kiss before, albeit brief, that's still burning in the back of claire's mind despite feigned indifference on the matter. it made her question what more of that would be like, where it would lead if only she stopped acting like the cause she fights for actually needs all this time of her life. "gotta love a guy in a uniform," she comments finally, small nod of affirmation before continuing. "definitely smash."

[alldaddy]

Face fucking or Anal sex?

Lets Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition) // @rg4rz + ACCEPTING

❝ damn. that one's tough ... though if i had to go with one i'd say face fucking. nothing quite like some sloppy toppy. ❞

[widoed]

@rg4rz said : ❛ you’re finally free, like me. ❜

maybe, technically, she was. she'd taken the red room down, now neither her, nor any other girls belonged to them. just like steve didn't belong to the army anymore. but it wasn't that simple, was it? physically, they could be free. no one had claim over them, they were not simply weapons that belonged to someone else. but natasha knew very well that both of them would always carry something.

perhaps carry was the wrong word. because there were things that neither of them would be able to simply put down if they wanted to.

no, there things that would stay with both of them.

" how free are you really, steve? "

[deadxbones]

⨳ — 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘

@rg4rz said: it’s better to go out with a bang, right?

he's egging her on, and she knows it. he isn't wrong, it would be a really big score if she could pull it off. but she hasn't prepared for that. they'd come to this gala at her insistence cause she had that itch to work. she wanted steve to see her working and feel pride rather than jealousy that -- sure, while all these men were devouring her with their eyes -- he would be the one she went home with. daph slid her arms around his middle as she looked up at him, resolve already solidifying to do what he was saying she should. "....you know you are going to be the death of me right?" daph was never one to shy away from a challenge....especially not from steve. smirking she let her fingers slide under his suit jacket to play along his rib cage before she spoke again. "alright fine. but if i end up in jail you better fucking bail me out baby."

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@rg4rz inquired: [ 📲 sms: ]  hey stranger. stop being a stranger.

𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺. ⤷ Accepting!!

[ 📲 🇺🇸 Steve: ] Hello, sorry I haven’t been keeping in touch with you.

[ 📲 🇺🇸 Steve: ] I’ve been pretty busy with work, would you like to meet up?

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      “  two words  ,  ”  ellie turned to look up at steve  ,  one hand raised up to cover her eyes from the sun.  “  tony stark.  ”  there’s a snort that escapes her.  in her other hand rested a plate of freshly baked cupcakes  -  iced to the nines.  these fundraisers were usually a small affair  ,  more for the local area but ever since ellie had found her way  ,  somehow  ,  in with the avengers crew  ,  she had been getting noticed a little bit more.  “  just saying his name is enough to spark anyone’s interest  ,  no matter what it is.  ”

╰   ––––––– ✧   @rg4rz​​      :      asked      ❨      i didn't think anyone was coming.      ❩˙

[atimebombarcarchive]

he's a 10 but runs too fast / piet

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

"---OR do you just run too slow?"

[rescuefield-a]

@rg4rz asked : how may i be of service?

new york falls at the hands of glenn arias in less than a day - dealing of weapons on the black market was just a small part of his scheme in hindsight, the spread of the A-virus being something nobody expected really. the bsaa's help in ending the outbreak before it could cause major damage was more than welcomed, but the aftermath they left on their way out of the city sure hadn't gone unnoticed either to claire, the people at the terrasave headquarters, or the civilians for that matter.

she's going over a list of the neighborhoods still in need of assistance when she hears a voice address her - index pushing dark shades further on bridge of her nose as head tilts up. "ah, i see the big guns joined in too." a nod is given to moira as she walks past them, list handed over as an involuntary once over is given to the man's uniform. patriotism at its finest, she's sure someone out there can still see the appeal unless they're become too disillusioned with what the flag they live under represents these days.

"i believe you might have seen this guy before? he was in the cia." a picture of arias is handed over - little use for it now that he's dead, but if claire's gut feeling is right then there might be more agents affiliated that they're not aware of yet. "anything classified about his file would be useful, but for now we'd just settle with a little help handing over the vaccines and medikits."

[savagecuhnt]

📷

[unexceptional]

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[biosurvive]

@rg4rz -> ❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜

They were a duo of men that were so alike. Soldiers with a desire to protect and an altruistic heart that bled for those around them. Perhaps that was what made them hit it off the way they did, or why Chris considered Steve to be a damned good friend. It surely wasn't that there was an instant attraction, flirtation coming naturally between two men when they shared a tent together to change in and out of fatigues and combat gear. Wandering eyes had bled into lonely touches, exploratory grazing of one's hands down muscular bodies, careful kisses as the darker haired man tasted salty skin and held the blonde as close as he could atop of a military issued cot that should not hold their combined body weight.

And there he was, flat on his back, muscular thighs spread as Steve's face was buried between them, the faint hint of stubble leaving a burning sensation as he squirmed and panted through the sensation of the super soldier's tongue licking across his rim. It wasn't often Chris bottomed or allowed anyone to take control, it took a lot of trust, and damn was he glad he trusted Steve with his entire heart, because that beautiful face knew how to pleasure. He didn't expect such a sultry tone, nor the teasing glint in blue eyes, and all Chris can do was chuckle, head thrown back and sweat slick hair matted to his forehead. " I'm enjoying it just fine, but I'm worried I'm going to cum before you even put my legs on your shoulders. " He admits bluntly, gesturing to his throbbing member that hung dangerously close to his friend's face. " But if you're set on eating my ass... don't let me stop you, gorgeous. "

[pumpcursed]

@rg4rz gets a kissy starter.

                   JACK WOULDN'T SAY THAT HE GOT INTO THESE TYPES OF SITUATIONS CONSTANTLY, but some might say he found his lips glued to the neck of an attractive stranger more often than most people. As shy as the other male had seemed at first, the faster he had melted underneath the soft touch of Jacks lips (way to boost a narcissists ego even more ) & once the cursed males mouth had started it's work, teasingly caressing against Steve's neck, Jack had the feeling, that the other male wasn't reluctant to the intimate attention. Slowly separating himself from Captain Americas skin, he brought some distance between himself & the super soldier, before slowly examining his work like an artists would examine a finished painting. " Yeah, that looks about right."

A RANDOM KISS BC THOSE ARE ALWAYS FUN.

[roseguided]

@rg4rz ASKED, [ mouth ] — my muse gives your muse oral . for wanda

𝐒𝐇𝐄 , 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 , 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 afforded the touch of someone else. the luxury of being tangled together , kissed , or cherished in the way she ought to be. with all of the pain she’s endured , the thickening of her skin , something had to be payback for it—however , wanda never expected it to come in the form of a second family. & of one person . . one person she grew to admire much before she ever felt feelings for him. before it ever entered her mind to desire him. ( wanda held immense amount of respect for steve, not just admiration as captain america or even just for the heart he had. as a person, steve was someone she knew she could love if given the chance. really be with, & this . . it had to mean more than bodily pleasures. )

steadily , breath seemed to have become more & more labored the longer he nestled himself so perfectly between her legs. the longer he left his mouth on her or even just the touch of his palm against her skin. it’d taken some time to get to the burning desire end of things , but now that she has it . . wanda desires him more than she’d ever imagined ! for his mouth on hers , for his warm skin against his own. his touch , steve buried so deep inside that it’s all she can feel or think about. ; sprawled out on her back , cold air outside not even getting close to touching them , wanda leans her head bend against the sheet of her bed with her eyes screwed tightly closed. teeth bite down on her bottom lip being so used to stifling her noises no matter how sweet they were. as much as she loved watching him , see her legs pulled so far over his strong shoulders , the witch wanted nothing more than to feel him & what he was giving her. ❛ steve, steve , steve . . ❜ whispered as hand holds tightly to the one splayed against her mid-section. hips wiggles against him & wanda let’s out a wanting , soft moan. ❛ more , ❜ she asks , ❛ more , please. you’re doing such a good job, baby , at making me feel good. ❜

[loyaltyworn]

@rg4rz || walk in the woods || accepting!

c’mon ,  let’s explore a little .  take a risk .

They're on the edge of a place that was once a battleground, full of thunderous gunshots and grenades, full of the smell of sweat and dirt and them--together ruins. A place where they've circled around twice on their drive through the countryside. An escape from everyone. There was a need to go back and retrace some of their steps. See it through his eyes and experience it when he was in control. Able to handle where those memories began. Where him and Steve reconnected and their future began for the second time.

And STEVE agreed.

Still. He hasn't gone into the woods too far. But Steve couldn't have picked a more strangely beautiful spot. His brain's racing to dig out the pictures of this place. Locked somewhere in the filing cabinet inside his head. The remenants of a large stone country house in the middle of nowhere. They stayed here. Took shelter. The fireplace worked. And it's skeleton jutted up into the sky, standing tall and proud. The bones of the structure withstood the bombing. While half the roof didn't. Most of the windows were gone. The shell of the place took whatever the War threw at it. Crumbling as it was.

Steve's voice draws him back and he meets his gaze. Their motorcycles are parked. Seems the decision's made. Sides? That Steve's tone already has Bucky grinning instead of giving into the other part that's thinkin' about backing AWAY again.

"Yeah... Let's go. C'mon. Spooky abandoned house in the middle of the woods? We've been to worse. Right?"

[deadxbones]

Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude or Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

@rg4rz sent 🍆 

her phone buzzed, and she picked it up to see the message pop up with his name flashing across the screen. she didn't often hear from him while he was working, so it was a tad unusual to see his name pop up when she knew he was busy. as soon as she opened the message though, a loud groan left her before she buried her face into the pillow on the couch where she was resting. he was at work -- this was just cruel. but then again...two can play that game. shifting, she moved to tug up the crop she'd been wearing to get a nice snap of her bare chest, before sending it off to him.

( sms: doctor ) guess i'll just have to give myself an exam, your hand looks kinda full