#p: control

[ghcstmyself]

Control || Ravenna & Steve

These last few months for Raven had been a emotional rollercoaster ride for her. She survived two years from the torture of Hydra and them forcing her to undergo the Winter Soldier program. The female Stark was forced into helping conduct experiments on others like the Maximoff twins and when she thought things could get worse, Raven’s chance to escape came to her thanks to Ultron. Since the incident, Raven and Tony can finally understand one another for they both went through tough trials to who they are today. Recently Tony has put Raven under house arrest due to some PTSD episodes she has been having. 

Stepping onto the training platform, “Come on D,” the brunette turns to look at Delilah Barton. “spar with me.” she pleads to her friend. Raven needed to get some stress off her shoulders and the way to usually do that is fighting the bad guys, but since Tony put her under house arrest--sparring would have to do. “Sparring with you means death for me,” Delilah told the Stark. “you would literally squash me like a bug.”  Crossing her arms, Raven smirks at the pyromancer. “You can use your powers one me.” if this doesn’t convince Delilah to spar with her, then she doesn’t know what will. With a nod from Delila, Raven smiles at the inhuman before taking her leather jacket off and putting her brown hair up in a messy bun. 

Within five minutes of sparring, Delilah was already breaking a sweat against the superhuman and she hasn’t even began using her power yet. Raven on the other hand hadn’t broken a sweat yet or nothing. “Is that all you got?” the brunette snarled, becoming too focused into the sparring with the inhuman. “Rave, I don’t want to use my power against you.” Delilah said sternly against her. “Do it!” roared the Stark before she tackled her inhuman friend to only get thrown back with a fireball. 

Quickly getting up and in the heat of the moment, Raven grabs the sparring stick she dropped early and breaks it into two with her knee. Looking at Delilah, all Raven saw was Dr. Wolfgang von Strucker. “You.” the female winter soldier growled before throwing the sharper stick at the scientist. I

[carmxnmoore-blog]

Control || Carmen & James

@masterjameshartwell

After the events of Halloween, Carmen wanted nothing more than to get back to her routine. She wanted nothing more than for it to once more feel natural to get up bright and early in the morning, have a smoothie, go to the gym, check in at HQ, go to the shooting range, go out with her friends, go home to her roommates, then rinse and repeat. More than anything, she desperately wanted to get rid of the dark, depressing clump of an emotion that had once more lodged itself into her chest -- all too reminiscent of when she’d first joined the Hearts and could barely speak to another human being without feeling incredibly anxious -- and which now threatened the stable foundation she’d painstakingly built for herself over the years.

Having spent most of the day training, the young brunette now found herself sitting down on the floor of HQ, leaning against a wall, drinking heavily from her water bottle. Truth be told, she wasn’t quite sure what she doing there. The only thing she was sure of was that she didn’t want to go home. Twirling the water bottle in her hands, Carmen eventually glanced up and quickly caught sight of a familiar face, prompting her to begin the process of standing up. “James,” she greeted, pushing a few stray strands of hair from her face as she made it to two feet. “Didn’t see you there at first.”

[fxck-nate]

Control || Self Para

Who: Nate Wilde

When: September 21st 2014, 8:30pm

Where: His bedroom, the apartment

Triggers: N/A

What: Nate loses his temper and trashes his room

Perched on the end of his bed, still dressed in his clothes from last name, Nate took a deep breath. His boots were hurting his feet, his red checked shirt was torn and the white t-shirt underneath was stained with mud, the same said for his jeans, which had managed to cake mud onto his bed too. He had no idea whether Everett was back or not, he hadn’t been paying attention and his door was almost completely closed.

He was seething, but he had no ideawhy. Thoughts were going round and round in his head, thoughts about himself, and he couldn’t get rid of them. They were all he could focus on and it was beginning to drive him insane. He kept telling himself he was a whore, repeatedly, until he was screaming the word at the top of his voice.

He stormed over to his desk, grabbing papers from on top of it and scattering them around the room, leaving muddy footprints over the ones that landed on the floor. A lamp was thrown against the walls, some wooden slats on Jensen’s crib snapped, drawers tipped over and bed covers torn up. By the time he calmed down, he disregarded the mess he’d made, sitting back in the same place on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees and head buried in his hands.

He needed to disappear. For Jensen’s sake, for Sebastian’s sake, for Elvira and Everett’s sake, for everyone’s sake.

[prydeofthexmen]

Control || Anna & Kitty || 03/06/2014

Katherine Pryde was a multi-faceted woman and when many thought they knew the many sides to her, they were wrong. Even the most honest of people kept secrets and Kitty was no different from anyone else. Long ago, she had taken up a guise that had never once been graced with the public’s favour and yet that did not bother her. She knew what she was doing was good and the results she got were good; whether the public liked a hooded figure running around or not was an entirely different matter.

She called herself The Shroud and she was deemed a terrorist by the government even though she had never once caused a fatality and never once had any of her victims been good people. She made sure of that. After all, she made sure of it. She kept track of bad men and women for weeks using her own private servers and when she knew exactly where they were going to be and when they were going to be there, that was when she struck them and took them down. A lot of her targets were people who were against mutants but from time to time, it was ordinary people who were simply too scandalous for her liking.

Since joining as a professor at the University, she had noticed that there was more than one student who liked to go out and take the law into their own hands. One of which she had come to know as Anna Knight. After the fiasco the previous night with Anna and Pietro, Kitty decided to take matters into her own hands because as far as she was aware, no-one could get through to Anna to control herself.

Pulling on her hood, that covered her entire face, and attaching a device that warped her voice, she set out in the city; her eyes peeled for Anna. She ran from rooftop to rooftop, using her phasing ability to throw herself across even the furthest distances. Finding Anna would take patience but Kitty was willing to wait.

[sometimessebastian]

Control | Huntbastian

Sebastian's trip back to the frat house is quick, and he has to sneak in past the cleaning lady the fraternity had hired lest he get an earful on rules and why they should be followed. Especially considering what he is there for. He slides into his room, closing the door quietly behind him. His cock is already slightly hard just in anticipation. He would get to cross another thing off his bucket list thanks to the hot blonde, and that gives him a thrill like no other.

It only took him a matter of minutes to find the toy, and a quick press to a button on the remote control had it vibrating in his hand. Good. He didn't have to track down replacement batteries. He would never admit it, but the hottie seemed to bring out the best - or worst - in him... and he really likes it. He powers the toy back off, silently walking back to his bed as he unfastened his jeans. He gave a quick listen, making sure no one had heard him still, before pushing his jeans down and curling up on his knees on the bed.

The reach for lube is a practiced motion, and within a minute he has two fingers sunk into his opening, stretching just enough to allow the slim plug to comfortably slide in. Once inside, he stands, giving a slight wiggle of his hips to make sure it's where it belongs, and by the way a burst of pleasant sensation shoots up his spine, he's sure it is. He pulls his jeans back up, pocketing the remote, and, before he leaves, he checks to make sure he looks no worse for wear. No, perfect, as always.

Sebastian walks back into the cafe exactly twenty minutes later, the same smirk on his face he had when he left. By his body motions, he's sure no one can tell the way the small plug has been pressing and shifting up against his inner walls with every step. With a small flourish that no one else seems to pay attention to, he presents Hunter with the remote before sitting back in the chair. He crosses his arms over his chest to keep the tiny wiggle from being noticed as the motion shifts the plug yet again. "I did my part, hot stuff," he says, words coming out as easily as they had before he left. "The rest is all up to you."

[thelord-niklausxarchive-blog]

control | klayley

The bond of family is sacred.

Those words were ones Klaus would always stick to. His family, currently, was in tatters, but he still loved them regardless. He'd still die for them. And with Hayley searching for some semblance of family, Klaus wasn't going to refuse to help her. Loneliness wasn't something he'd wish upon anyone. Maybe his worst enemies, but otherwise no-one.

And seeing the birthmark below her shoulder, Klaus knew instantly that he could help her more than anyone else could.

"I give you my word I will tell you no lies about your family," he hummed sincerely, managing a small smile as he reached out his hand to touch her arm, a silent attempt at drawing her back into bed. He'd never voice his desire for her out loud; he'd never speak of the itch he had to touch her again, of his craving for her--someone who actually seemed to understand at least a little part of him. He wasn't sure even his own flesh and blood understood him.

Which immediately made something in his brain click; he wanted to keep her as long as he could, even just for the purpose of having a warm bed if nothing more.

"But I'm not going to help you right this second. Family business can start tomorrow."