#womendeterminedtorise

[lokitheliesmith]

“Blindfold me.” (From Steph)

“Just the blindfold, love? Speak up up now, there’s no need to be shy...”

[the-bctman]

@womendeterminedtorise: Zatanna smiled a little as she opened her eyes when he pulled away. “Mhmmm…you could even say it was…magical.” She said, doing a close up trick before giggling drunkenly. “Sorry…I get punny when I’m a little drunk.” She added between giggles.

Bruce shook his head, allowing his smirk to widen. “It’s fine, Zanna.” He licked the roof of his mouth, then allowed himself to take another swig of his drink. “How ‘bout we get outta here?”

[urbxnlegxnd]

⍟ (Any muse)

@womendeterminedtorise - Black Widow

He was her boss, she was his worker. Some might consider what had been happening between them to be wrong or kinky. He considered it the latter and generally really liked the woman. The morning after a nice night, the man wriggled out of their embrace and snuck under the covers. Until he was above her womenhood. He leaned down, trailing his tongue against it repeatedly. Back and forth. 

[earth1587-blog]

Incognito

@womendeterminedtorise

It’s late at night in downtown Moscow. This hotel room smells like Mildew, people outside are shouting at each other in Russian, and the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes have been torn apart. But all Steve Rogers can focus on is screwing in bolts for a prosthetic arm. It was some cheap piece of crap he and Bucky bought with whatever money they had on them, the instructions were all in cyrillic, but thanks to an eidetic memory and a translation book was able to figure them out. 

“Alright, Buck. I think that’s it. Give it a few swings. See how it feels.” Going through the effort of installing the new arm was the least Steve could do. Getting the old Hydra one blasted off by Tony in Siberia was probably traumatic enough for her. Both of them even, but Steve was Captain America, he couldn’t let hopelessness take him over. Not even in the aftermath of a Civil War.

[the-heart-vigor]

Closed rp: Natasha Romanoff and Huor

Few people were walking at the park that day because the morning was so cold. Huor was one of those few people, standing under a tall tree with few leaves hanging from the crooked, long branches. He was holding his sword, looking at its shining blade. But the other people did not seem to notice the man who was holding that weapon.

Huor sat on a bench, hiding his sword. He stared at the others who were, in turn, staring at the pond of the park. A cold wind blew on his face, and clouds had hidden the light of the sun. It would rain soon but he was not ready to go back home. He was there to meet someone and he had to wait for them no matter whether the sun was shining or it was raining heavily.

Huor took a deep breath and he look at the dark sky. It felt as if night had come even though it was still morning. The few people who were at the park decided that it was time to leave. But not Huor. He had to wait for her, even if she would be late. Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps and he looked around. A woman was coming and she was the person whom he was waiting for.

@womendeterminedtorise

[thebuckstartshere]

💑 (Pick any muse you want.)

Send A Heart For a Kiss || Accepting

His hands were shaking as the nurse handed him the small bundle. It wasn’t possible for something so small to be so alive, was it? There was a mess of dark hair on top of her head, blue eyes half the size of her face as she looked up at him. Was it true that their eyes could change color? He wondered, hoping that they wouldn’t, because they were the most amazing color.

A yawn consumed the child’s face and he thought his heart might shatter at the very movement, a mixture of love, pride, and fear coursing through him at the realization that the seven pounds in his arms were his daughter. It seemed impossible, inconceivable that such a thing could ever happen and yet, here was the proof before his eyes. Lifting the bundle, he placed a gentle kiss on her tiny forehead, the warmth he felt there alive and vibrant in a way he’d never experienced.

“Hello, солнышко.” He whispered to the child. “I promise to keep you safe, no matter what.” It was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep, but in that moment he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would die trying to fulfill it.

[winterxbcrnes-blog]

💋

Bucky blinked when Natasha kissed him but immediately leaned back in with his eyes closed to return the kiss. He was the one to cut it off. 

“You really want to kiss the guy who shot you?” Bucky asked curiously. He still hadn’t forgiven himself for everything Winter did and he could remember Natasha perfectly. 

[cxptrogers-blog]

@womendeterminedtorise replied to your post: BATB Marvel edition:

Wait if Vision is Lumiere shouldn’t Wanda be Babette?

Oh right!!! Yes Wanda is Babette

Mrs Potts is Madame Gardrobe. Or a Female!Maurice