Mr Ross

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

anonymous  requested  a  “  mildly  shippy  ,  taking  care  of  a  muse  while  sick  "  meme  ! feel  free  to  customize  as  you  wish  !

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

SHE CAN’T BELIEVE HER EARS !

   ❝ h o w did y– ❞

all she can hope for is that her name is the only thing he’s found out ,, and ignore the unwelcomed tingle that tickled her spine at how FIRMLY he said uttered it ( as if he owned that name ) . her stiletto presses a little harder on his chest as she stares at him with fire in her gaze . every sign of calmness left her , she was on edge . it was DANGEROUS to let your partner in business know everything about you , especially if you were a black widow . she’s caught off guard , mostly because she didn’t expect h i m to be so skilled in digging things and finding out who she really was ,, sneaky little asshole .

the black stiletto on his torso , which creates a dangerous situation if it belongs to a black widow , ALVINA gets rid of her angry stare and tilts her head . flashing him a soft smile , the woman somehow makes her smiles look dangerous . she lowers her stiletto , down to his stomach , l o w e r , until it rests snugly on his crotch . her expression is a DARING one ; now it’s a worse situation .

   ❝ i don’t think anyone can kick me out of their office unless i want to , agent . ❞

her palms rest back on the desk , upper half leaning its weight on them . she bit her lip , putting some pressure on the front of his jeans which was ALMOST painful .

everett's jaw clenched as her heal moved to a more sensitive area , he gripped her ankle tighter , he narrows his eyes at the beautiful , annoying woman that is perched on his desk . how d a r e she even do that .

   ❝ i suggest you take your foot away , alvina or i will kick your ass out . ❞

SEXUAL TENSION STARTERS / accepting !

HE GETS ON HER NERVES LIKE IT’S HIS DAILY ROUTINE . the woman is here for business , as if sitting at the same table with him and listening to him discuss the latest events that she was forced to listen , whenever her attention would wander , he’d make sure to bring it back to him with a loud cough . the pair ( and a few others ) had retreated to his office afterwards and once they all left it was already midnight ; the widow stayed . to speak . to taut . to see the anger flash in his eyes whenever she mentioned his height . somehow she’d end up on his desk , playing with one of the pencils . it was all right until the man memtioned the SLIGHT TREMBLE IN HER LONG DIGITS ,, she paused . like a flawless greek statue made of marble . her foot shot up , the heel of her stiletto pressed harshly on his chest . pinned him back on his chair . her tight skirt rolls up on the creamy thigh , the bright light of his office illuminates the paleness of the black spider that currently sits on his desk .

   ❝ are we getting personal already , agent ross ? ❞

it’s none of his business and he knows it ,, as his warm fingers curl around the thin ankle , she moves her lethal gaze down to his light hold . he’s not allowed to touch her , yet she makes no move to shove the sharp in his clothed chest .

it’s not a secret that black widows protect their past with their lives .

   ❝ what will i get if i answer that question ? what’s my reward ? h m ? ❞

the second thing that he did not expect was for her to follow him to his office . well , he tried to make it clear that she was not welcome in his space but she ended up following him in here . and now she’s on his desk and it drives him nuts . in the worst possible way . and the black widow had the AUDACITY to taunt him in his own office . god , she grinds his gears . and as payback to her height jabs he had pointed out the tremble in her hand . only to be immediately pinned to the chair by a sharp stiletto in his chest . his hands instantly curling around her ankle , completely ignoring just how her skin was smooth against his work roughened hands . 

   ❝ are we ? ARE we getting personal , alvina ?  ❞

ohoho , you’re right that he did some digging up on her . he didn’t find out much . just her full name and previous jobs . that was it . there was no family , friends , pets . . nothing . sneaky little widow .  he tightened his grip on her ankle, but he made no move to remove it just yet . 

   ❝ your reward will be me not kicking your sorry ass out my office .  ❞

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

   ❝ oh of COURSE it’s not my real na- ❞

everything stops when the man addresses her as a kitten , with claws . with claws that will soon tear him apart if he keeps his smart mouth running .

a raise of her perfectly shaped brows and a part of her full lips . why would a smart man such as everett ross make the mistake of taunting a black widow , she wonders . but it must be his LUCKY day , since the ravenetta only rolls her pretty eyes and crosses her arms over her chest . that was to be expected , she herself doesn’t exactly trust him to give her weapon to him if he asked . so she only breathes out a very loud sigh ,, and moves to gesture to the locked door .

   ❝ w h a t do you think , einstein ? i need you to shoot the lock . unless ya’ like staying here and starin’ at vivi , don’t think i didn’t catch it . ❞

she was many things and stupid wasn’t one of them , his eyes lingered on her whenever she moved close . but he was just a little too prideful to admit such a thing . she doubts if he had actually confessed to anyone anything , he was only two steps from seeming more grumpy than her and it was an achievement . vivi herself , deep down , admits that the man had a rather thrilling aura around him . she didn’t force him to give her the gun after all , while she COULD and she would do it easily . one normal man in front of a black widow had no chance . instead she’s stood there waiting for him to do it . heels in place ,, you’d think she would take them off to fight , but she fought like the heels were a part of her . no idea about the reason behind her infatuation .

thinking about what she said earlier , ross furrowed his eyebrows . his hands still clenched on the gun that sat on his waist . true that a simple man like ross , who has had no genetic enhancements performed on him , would not stand against a black widow in a fight , but he will BURN before he decided to lay down and roll over for someone like that . everett has too much pride in himself to ever , E V E R allow that to happen . 

   ❝ then why did you ask me to hand it over to you when i can just shoot it ?  ❞

he felt his feathers being ruffled at her accusation of him staring at her like that . his face contorting into a mixture of unpleasant things . hmph ! as if he would go for someone like h e r . honestly , he hates enhanced humans , they are so full of themselves half the time , everett wishes he could give them a taste of mortality but that is not the case . 

   ❝ i was staring at you to make sure you didn’t try to attack me , don’t flatter yourself , sweetheart . ❞

ohoho , there will be some friction between them apparently as they’re stranded . like right here , both of them are locked in an intense stare and the man didn’t move an i n c h . didn’t blink . he may not be able to hold his own in a physical fight but that does not mean he will stop his snarky comments towards her . he still didn’t give into the staring contest as he took the gun out of the holster and shot the lock , bulls eye . with out taking his eyes of the widow . 

STRANDED STARTERS ! / ACCEPTING !

when in time of need , you have to even seduce a lion in order to get free . AGENT ROSS was barely a lion himself , but vivi knows the man had a quite impressive part of CIA under his command , everyone in russia who fought for its greatness knew his name ; the GREAT agent ross , angry and scary . vivi expected him to be … taller perhaps . she hates it when someone forgets her name , in fact it’s a rare name , MUST be remembered . she stops trying to force the door to open , and turns to look at the older man . his silver locks gleamed under the dim light .

   ❝ it’s vivi . better keep it in your pretty head next time if you don’t want vivi ta’ blow it . ❞

but dear god , she knows they shouldn’t be fighting ; especially when they need to either call for help . or wait until someone from her side , or his side , comes to save them . the walls were cracked , it was only the ruins of the building in the middle of the forest . only the two were alive under the ruins ,, if they could open this door , maybe they had a chance of SURVIVAL . the woman looked like a mess , w i l d from beating up his man . she doubts if her people will come . the ravenetta turns her ocean gaze to the man again , licking the blood on her full bottom lip before flashing him a sarcastic smile . he didn’t look so good himself , she was surprised how he managed to keep his blazer on though . it was hot ( which was the main reason why she took off her white blouse and wrapped it around her waist over her tight skirt ) ;

   ❝ are you going to help me , your majesty ? ❞

there were a few bruises on her chest too , glistening with her own sweat , a few strands of her midnight black hair stuck in her cleavage . she held her hand out for the man . wiggled her long fingers a few times .

   ❝ vivi ? i’m not calling you that , what’s your real name ?  ❞

   ❝ aren’t you a kitten with claws ? ❞

he stated mockingly . he didn’t have time to be dealing with widow’s who egos are as big as their heel . it’s bad enough she’s taller than him right now but , he’ll take what he can get . mr ross doesn’t know how he ended up stranded with the killer looking female . it was hot , where they where stranded but he saw no need to take his blazer off just yet , his hair - usually kept prim and proper was now a mess with a chunk of silver hair hanging down in front of his forehead . even in his age , everett knew he was not bad to look at - he had been told by many women ( and a few men ) that he possesses a strange sort of attractiveness about him . a true silver fox . 

at the request that he hands over his gun , he simply snorts and raises his eyebrow at her . his hands coming to rest on the holster on his hip that keeps his gun in place . did she seriously think he was going to just hand his gun over to a stranger ? no .