Open RP Post!

[krasnaya_vdova]

• Leave me a starter, an idea, a picture, whatever you like! Give me as much or as little detail as you like and I'll work something out!
• No brainwashing or related themes without prior discussion, but otherwise have at! I can work her into any canonpoint.
• M/F for shipping, open to anything for friendship.
• Open to anyone, whether or not we've played before, crosscanon, whatever. Give me things!
• Open to smut, but if you're gonna have sexy references in the top level label the subject line pls.
• Hit me up on Plurk (natalia_vdova) or Dicord (natalia_vdova#0150) or PM if you want to plot something.

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[ukase]

[Rumlow knew that she was close, just out of his reach as he moved through the apartment in search of her. She wouldn't officially hide from him but dance about him and lead him to wherever she wanted to put him. In the shadows, she had the advantage, but when it came to skilled unified violence, he took the cake. Their rough edges complimented each other, and it somehow always came down to something like this, a dance and a chase that was as thrilling as it was frustrating. His instincts were on high alert after all, like this was some serious mission that was life or death.

He knew that the sounds that he made would affect her. They always did, regardless of the fact that she might never admit it outloud. The fact was that he knew it hurried her along the game sometimes, pushed her to revealing herself earlier than she might if he simply sniffed around. He let his voice lure her, the sounds of his chest calling to her instincts and the bond that united them. It was supposed to only have been made for control, a tether to her, but it was something more for those like them. HYDRA's assets.

He moved carefully from the bathroom back down the hallway, sniffing for signs of her passage and ears pricked for any sound that she might make in return. He followed the trail left for him, blind and willing to go where she was putting him, aware in contest of strength, he could outmatch her, if briefly. It wasn't necessary, of course, not when she came up right behind him and he felt the flick of her wet tongue on the back of his neck.

It was only battle-hardened reflexes that kept him from lashing out with his broken toothbrush. He turned his head sharply, enough to catch the flash of her blue eyes before she shoved him hard into the wall, his hands catching him and the towel hanging over one shoulder falling to the floor.

His hand snapped back to snatch at one of her wrists, hoping to snare her so he can simply throw her into the wall opposite.]

Right where we both know we want to be.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[She knew there was a risk to it, that the broken toothbrush in his fingers could end up in her skin if she wasn't careful. But the risk is part of the fun, and the occasional flash of scarlet was never really that off-putting to people like them. But it's not that make-shift weapon that he lashed out with, but his hand, grabbing her by the wrist as she pushes him into the wall, and then he tosses her into the one opposite. Something about the way his rough fingers feel against her skin, something about the struggle. She gasps as she hits, almost a guttural sort of laugh at his words.

He's not wrong; they both know that he's not wrong. It's easier to not talk about it when their freedom is so limited, but it doesn't mean that it's not true.

The hallway is narrow and so she kicks at him; barefoot, but she's in a mood tonight and she wants to push as much as she wants to touch. Conflict, fighting achieves that. He's right about that growl in his chest drawing her in, but it doesn't necessarily release the tension, just makes it so when she finally lets him catch her, she's still sharp edges and push and muted violence. When they're in his place and not an actual practice room, she doesn't hit quite as hard, not wanting to draw too much attention to these little excursions of hers, even if she's sure they're tracking her, that HYDRA knows exactly where she is.

She needs to burn it off before she can pull him against her. And there's something about his scent like this, when they're grappling in the dark. She has to bite her lip, a low hum at the scent of him.]

Maybe. Does it matter?

[ukase]

[There were only so many excuses that he could give for having to have his apartment walls repaired and the furniture replaced, but he had no shame for making those requests either. Unlike some of the other pair off, he considered what he had with Ava to be stable and healthy. They never tried to actually kill each other, unlike a few of the other forced bonded pairs that had been ill-matched together. Theirs was a relationship of give and take, of play and teasing.

Her foot impacted with his thigh, which he turned aside from to keep his balance. Leaning on the wall, he set elbows and launched himself off of it after her, using his wider reach to try to grab her shoulders so slam her against the wall again. He understood her need, smelling it all around her. His foot moved to sweep her legs, or at least put her off balance where he could force her to the floor.

When was the last time they had ended up down there, thrashing, rolling, hissing and pounding on each other? The hallway had limited space so they couldn't do too much damage, but there was a decided thrill in it.]

No. You're mine anywhere we play.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Ava was aware enough of property damage to try and avoid pushing it too far, but some mild damage to walls, or a broken chair or table, was more or less par for the course. Maybe a little awkward here and there, but nothing she thought that he couldn't handle. She knew she had it better than a lot of the others, when it came to Rumlow. She honestly liked him, and she might not have much contact with the others, but she was a spy, and there were whispers. She knew enough to realize that she could have ended up a lot worse off. And having been Red Room for her early years, she had an idea of just what that worse could look like.

This was easy, the combat was fun, playful, a thrill. Even as they pushed each other, she knew he wouldn't really try and hurt her and she was sure that he knew that she didn't really want to. He was stronger than her, when it came right down to it. Not by too much, and she was faster, more agile, but in a real fight, desperation and marrow, they'd tear each other apart. But they never did, not really. Cuts and bruises were always just at the surface.

He slams her back to the wall and she gasps, his hands on her smaller shoulders. Her fingers grabbing at one of his shoulders for leverage, while she uses the close quarters to try and catch him with her elbow. He goes to sweep her legs out from under her and she catches herself, but has to lean into him, her weight into his body to compensate. Her heart races and she smiles in the dark, a huff of breath that's almost laughter.]

You gonna prove it?

[Egging him on might not be the smart thing, but she's in a mood. And it's a good thing they're fighting because it gives her an excuse to shove back against his chest for asserting that sense of ownership. With Rumlow it's honestly something acceptable, occasionally something a little reassuring. He belongs to her, too. Give and take. But at the moment, she's still going to hit him for the arrogance -- even if she likes it.]