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I'm really just -- -- not in the mood.
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vimaer, ltbrxdy, isthispayback, iwillseduceyouwithmyinsanity, harlemfalcon
I'm really just -- -- not in the mood.
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SEND ME § AND MY MUSE WILL REACT TO YOURS PUSHING THEM AGAINST A WALL AND KISSING THEM.
He gave a soft yelp, the force at which he hit the wall causing him actual pain, but it's diminished when he feels Bucky's lips on his. It still takes him a moment before he can push back, lean into the kiss was as much force as the other is putting into it. He's not sure what brought this on, but he likes it. He certainly likes it.
non serious answer: Every time I try to, I have to go to my chair. // for real OOC answer: *weeps* because you're lovely and I can't.
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shh don't be afraid! come love rp with me
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Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
[text:] Well I wasn't expecting that, but I'm not complaining. Damn
"Do I know you?" His posture is akin to that of a skittish cat, muscles coiled under his black hoodie and dark-wash jeans. She cannot see it, but the blue of his irises has almost been swallowed entirely by the sinkhole of back that is his pupil, feeling anxious-- confused. Memories were blurring together in an unsettling and disconcerting way.
She froze mid-step. Had she allowed someone to sneak up on her, had she been that reckless that she had left herself wide open? The voice sounded familiar, the question causing a frown to cross her face before she turned. Fingers brushing back the red hair behind her shoulder, the look of surprise soon disappeared as tried to keep a control of the situation.
Silence fell between the pair of them as the former Soviet began to access; the risk, the likely-hood she would end up with another life threatening injury. His presence caused a familiar dull ache to throb in her shoulder, a phantom memory of more recent events. Natasha mentally made note, pulling everything together; while he may have no imposed a direct threat, the state he was in made him liable to to become one.
Natasha rose her hands slightly, showing that at that moment she was unarmed and had no intention to sight. Green eyes never pulling from the former Winter Soldier, never breaking contact from the man who had spoken first.
"We have a...complex history."