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𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖͟𝑛͟𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑠͟𝑖͟𝑏͟𝑙͟𝑒͟.
He was just at the perfect distance, not close enough to kiss her but to feel the warmth of her lips. “Is that a command?” Purring out the words as the top leg unhooks from the other, knees parting slowly.
He tried kissing her, but she wasn’t close enough. She had him hanging on by a thread here. “Yes, you are the only one that can help me.” His hands move up to though her thighs. “Open these.”
Ginge.⠀ This new censorship law in the uk is a nightmare, I can see I have a reply to a tweet but it won’t let me see it. I don’t know what to do.
The root he had entered through opened, the creak echoing through the empty floor as agent carter stepped in. Not a word spoken but the concern clear as she took a deep breath steps toward him, heels clicking on the concrete.
He’s found himself on one of the top floors of an abandoned building, with nothing but the smell of mold and darkness surrounding him.
Five glasses of whiskey deep whilst charging the record player in the bar to her favourite singer.
Leaning in, shirt holding just enough of her modesty as she cups either side of his head to ghost her lips against his. “can I help you?”
he just. . . drops to his knees.
cause I don’t want to walk in my own anymore 🎶
darling hold my hand ...
You’re the one that’s still in bed, get a move on! (already heading off to shower, throwing her clothes off behind her.)
I’m gonna rub up against your arse, missy ~ cmon!
|| 🥺 you’re the sweetest. Thank you so much. 🤍 For real though, I’m so open to plot!
|| shout out for @codebreakcarter !!! I love her so much and she is a WONDERFUL Peggy writer! Please go interact w her, she is stunning!!!
We’ve got coffee and fresh bread waiting for us. Get you arse in the shower before I shower without you.
Oh, well, if it’s in 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 way, then of course I do.
Don’t you like your favourite agent calling you captain? I find it quite sexy.
Wound me with the pleasantries, why don’t ya. Can I get more than a captain ~ ?
it is good now you are here, captain.
good morning.
Ginge.⠀ I’m ginger.
cole.⠀ After thinking about a convo I had on call with a few writers last night, I want to ask the writers here: what's the backstory behind your tag? Like, how does it relate to your character? In my case, "lóng" means dragon & "bùxiǔ" means immortal, which +
She was careful as he leaned in to not spill her tea over him or her favourite robe whilst kissing him back softly. “It’s etched onto my heart like my favourite record, darling.”
“I still want to say it. Don’t want you to forget how it sounds, that would be a shame.” He smiled and then moved and caught her lips in a soft kiss.
“back in our day.” Peggy corrected as she turned to look over the skyline, following Steve’s gaze to the site. “I remember there was a shoe shop a few meters away.”
͏͏͏ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 〝 you know, [ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ], it really is astonishing how far society has evolved. back in my day, that giant building was just an unassuming tree. 〞 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
Ginge.⠀ if you ever have an issue with something I’m doing please talk to me, I’m never going to get angry or hostile over a genuine conversation. But please remember we’re all humans behind these accounts with different views. Compassion goes a long way.
Huffing out a light laugh at his softness, peggy pressed a brief but love filled kiss to his cheek as she crossed over leg over the other, the slit of her robe sliding open with the movement. “In every glance I catch from you, I see it. I don’t need to be told it.”
“A day and then some,” he said quietly, “But what a peaceful time it would be.” Steve held her in a way that helped support her, not wanting her to have to use any of her strength to sit with him. Especially when she had her tea to worry about. “I love you. Have I told you that…
Her hand carded into his hair soothingly as she stood above him, cradling his skull for a few moments before she sank into his lap elegantly. Taking a sip of her warm tea. “We’d both get bored within 25 hours and come back.”
As she came closer her scent hit him, washing over him like a wave of floral decadence. It lit his nerves aflame, drew him in closer. His desire for her increasing, reducing him to a man of doting need. “When you’re like this, yes,” he said quietly, already moving in to press…