#rxdemptioniisms

[ablackwidowsbite]

[Sin. Had to. xD ] “So, have you ever actually…fought anyone who knows what they’re uh, actually doing? Or do you specialize in innocent bystanders?”

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Sin turned and faced him. Giving him a slight sneer. “Innocent bystanders aren’t very innocent you know. Plus I fought Steve and you Soldier. Or have you forgotten that too.” She walked up and placed a hand on his chest looking him straight in the eyes. 

[3cforacupofsugar]

“ i can’t stop picturing you with her ”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Angie felt a little bit of apprehension. She had hoped he would never find out about her past relationships. She kept them secret for a reason, afraid he would leave her if he found out she was in relationships and slept with women. “Picturin’ me with who?”

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[thepeasantcourtier-blog]

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Sigyn was very grateful that she was alone when she received those pictures - she was very red in the face when she texted him back.

[text] I have a feeling those weren’t for me, were they?

[text] Nice six pack, though - have you been working out?

[itasedhim]

“Are you trying to get me to punish you?”

“if you mean the sexy kind of punishment…than yes.”

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[lovkiy-blog]

"Is that my shirt?"

Natasha smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yep, like seeing me in it?” 

[lovkiy-blog]

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Send 🚿 to get in the shower with my muse 

Natasha smiled as she saw a familiar figure come into the bathroom. Three weeks was a long time to be gone and apparently James wasn’t wasting a second now that he was home. When he stepped into the shower she turned to greet him. “Just can’t get enough, can you?” She murmured softly, already kissing him. 

[lovkiy-blog]

[Getting attention] James comes up behind Nat as she types her report, and he smirks, massaging her shoulders hard, and kisses her neck softly, as he probes down the front of her blouse, unbuttoning it, and probing his hand over her breasts, as she works. "Watcha doing Red?"

My character is distracted and deeply involved in their work, but yours wants attention!

Natasha hadn’t seen him come in, but the moment his hands were on her she leaned back and into his touch. She tilted her head back to look at him. “I was finishing my report on the op we ran last month.” 

She pulled his hand out of her shirt and kissed his palm. “Just give me a minute sweetheart and I’ll be right with you.” 

[captstellarogers-blog]

The Old Days // Closed RP

Stella couldn’t remember a day when she didn’t feel tired.

Eight years old, and she was exhausted, all the time. The year was 1926, and there wasn’t much the doctors could do for her asthma, her allergies, or the hole in her heart. She was a weak, frail little girl, and always would be.

And she hated every minute of it.

Her daily habits consisted of: wake up, get dressed (sometimes bathing, sometimes not, it was the 20s), go to school, go home, do homework, go to bed. She badly wanted to get a job to help support her and her mom, but her mother forbade it, saying that she was too weak and frail to work in a factory with the other kids, that her asthma would kill her before she turned 10. 

So here she was, eight years old, heading to school and grumbling to herself about the argument she’d had with her mother about work again the night prior, when WHAM, she went tumbling to the ground.