#[ ainsley ; threads ]

[b4rtlet]

she rubs her temple with a tired smile, clearly impressed but overwhelmed, not quite sure how arriving for a weekend at the residence had led to her leaning against the doorway for the steam pipe distribution venue listening to the newest white house counsel. she could see why her dad liked her. or at least how she had impressed him enough to offer her the job. “you make it sound like you’re some kind of superhuman legal machine, and i'm not entirely sure that's untrue.”

@ve1ljumpers | I can talk so fast it won't actually take measurable time.

[moths2flame]

 open to masc/fem.

" you’re   not   like   anyone   else   i’ve   ever   met.  "

[infiniitefrequency]

@rejectory liked for an ainsley harlow starter:

Ainsley didn't even bother turning around, she knew the cadence of those steps, "Tony, darling. Please tell me this is a social call, because my consulting fees are far too high for whatever nonsense you've gotten yourself into this time."

[moondustlings]

continued from here @novemindie

the comfort that came with being with ainsley was unparalleled. they had seen her star rise, flourishing to where they were now, for better or worse. the fame was great, but not the invasion of privacy, or when her ex was flaunting his new relationship in public and she had all the questions thrown at her asking how she felt. however, it was put into perspective that things could be worse. "god, that sounds so awful." a failed relationship was miserable; having people question every little thing about her would be a nightmare. still, they persevered and jules found that admirable.

the proposition to make him jealous surely caught her attention. "oh?" before tonight, jules hadn't thought of the other in that sense. they were their mother's friend, after all, and felt like they were unreachable. but seeing them dressed up looking amazing ... well, it could be said she wouldn't need much persuasion on her end. "tell me," she said, leaning a little closer. "what do you have in mind?"

[virtualsangel]

˖ ࣪ . 🧸 ࿐ ♡ ˚ . "ah, they're fuckin' mint they are, wish my bird had those. excuse me," ainsley pulled over one of the retail workers gently. "have you got these in size my bird waxes her pussy with sellotape?" she asked, holding up a pair of the ugliest shoes known to man, all in spite of the man standing with her. / @inferrnos

[aconites]

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹 from here.

𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙀 years, al still made the butterflies in her stomach flutter. no matter how hard she tried over the years to forget about her high school sweetheart, his face always lingered in her mind. sure, there had been a few boyfriends in her life since she left town, but none of them ever affected her as he did. she was also never able to commit to any of them fully and her best friend always said it was because she was meant to be with him. that someday their paths would cross and everything would fall into place. margot had never been the one to believe in soulmates, probably because her opinion on love had tarnished at a young age due to her parents' toxic relationship but al… al had made her believe in true love. the brunette watches the male as he gets up and walks to the front of his desk, and she gravitates to him almost immediately, taking a few steps closer to him. it felt like no time had passed since they last saw each other, immediately at ease being in his presence. ❝ me? i've been good. moved back a few weeks ago… i'm working at the hospital, on the pediatric floor mostly. ❞ she smiles, fingers brushing a few loose strands out of her face and behind her hair. ❝ what about you? a gym owner now? i'm impressed.❞ @spicecbinet

[oflowtides]

closed starter for @urbnlgnds (anastasia) location: the marriott family home

"Sooooo," Ainsley knocked briefly before entering Anastasia's room, plopping down on the bed with a mischievous look on her face. "Have you heard that Hoyt is liking Willow's posts on Instagram again?"

[beck-hartman]

WHO: Beck & @ainsley-slater WHERE: Benefactor’s mansion, Halloween Masquerade WHEN: October 28, 2023

Spotting an unfamiliar face, which he recognized was a bit of a stupid thought to have at a masquerade, Beck decided to join her out on the balcony. It was a pretty cool view of the grounds and a bit of a change of pace from being inside, even if it was a bit cold after losing his jacket to his date. "Kinda makes you want one of these places, huh?" He mused, indicating at the view, the mansion itself, the whole thing was a sweet deal. "Like win the lottery or Ocean's 11 the Benefactor...or something like that." How else did you get that much money?

[networkloved]

˖ ࣪ . 🦋 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .  "don't lie," ainsley pouted out her lower lip. "now give me a proper review on the capri sun 3000. do you need my trip advisor and yelp links?" / @cinnamcroll

[milobooker]

for: @ainsleywagner where: coral coast event: the summer block bash and music festival

he doesn't remember quite how he'd gotten to this point, but he couldn't say he could find a reason to complain, either.

the pellet gun in hand felt familiar, like the shitty rifles he'd grown up playing with as a kid in his father's garage, aiming at the paint cans and anything else he could get a good shot at. he'd always loved these sorts of games — shoot what you can and win big...

only, he'd been at it for a good ten minutes now, and with every shot he missed, he could hear her behind him, and milo couldn't keep the cheeky grin from his face.

"yeah yeah, laugh it up. but just so you know, i'm only missin' so you look good when it's your turn. bein' a gentleman and all that, see?"

[lovepctions]

closed starter: @mcrlinn​​ muse: victor french prompt:  send   a   🎤    &   i'll   shuffle   my   music   &   use   the   lyrics   to   write   a   starter  . song: better on your own by kristiane

they laid together on the modular couch victor kept in his office for those late nights, his arm tucked underneath ainsley's head as he looked toward the ceiling, hand unoccupied stroking her hair. their relationship was unconventional, and some that people would frown upon, but he couldn't help but be drawn to the young brunette. it wasn't fair to her. "i think about it all the time, every second i'm alive, that i'd leave if you wanted me to."

[jj-hayes]

STATUS: Closed. (@ainsleywagner)

LOCATION: The Food Stop, Music Festival, Day Two.

JJ hands the crisp $100 bill to the vendor before taking the two paper baskets of assorted tacos from him, balancing them in one hand as he grabs the two drinks with the other. "Keep the change, man." He offers the man a rather polite smile, and begins walking away from the food trucks, and towards the picnic tables on the other end of the block. He looks around for Ainsley in the sea of concert-goers before he spots her, and his lips curl up into a relieved smile. "Oh good, you found us a table!" He exclaims upon seeing her, exhaling a sigh of relief considering how crowded it seems to be, and finding a table must be quite a hassle. Picking up his pace as he made his way up to her, he sets down the tacos, and the drinks before he slips into the seat across from her. "Dig in while they're still warm. You're going to need all the energy you can get if you're planning on dancing the night away."

[tvintedspvrkmoving]

closed // plotted au // @wolfskrieger

⸺  𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔  𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘  𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗗  𝗡𝗢𝗧  𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡  𝗧𝗛𝗘  intention  when  ainsley  had  begun  to  learn  more  about  her  family's  ❛  business  ❜  .  at  first  ,  she'd  simply  been  curious  .  wanted  to  learn  about  how  each  part  of  the  job  worked  in  order  to  help  her  father  .  it  had  taken  only  one  night , however ,  for  the  tide  to  turn  ;  she'd  simply  relinquished  control  one  full  moon  ,  ending  in  a  couple  of  casualties  . okay , fair enough , a body count is  practically  a  rite  of  passage  for  the  line  of  work  with  which  she'd  become  so  closely  acquainted  .  what  she  hadn't  expected  was  to  enjoy  it  so  much  .  with  claws  and  weapons  training  ,  she's  gone completely rogue . become  nearly  unstoppable  -  and  uncatchable  .  it's  been  the  catalyst  for  her  favorite  game  of  cat  and  mouse  -  that  between  herself  and  agent  kaiser  .

moving  in  a  few  apartments  down  had  been  strategic  -  a  way  to  keep  an  eye  on  things  without  drawing  too  much  attention  to  herself  as  she  toys  with  his  psyche  -  and  with  those  of  the  rest  of  his  team  .  but  it's  leon  that  has  her  interest  ;  it's  leon  that  she's  been  leaving  love letters  for  .  the  photos  ,  the  phone  calls  . . .  the  manner  in  which  her  latest  victims  all  seem  to  be  connected  to  him  .  it's  a  dance  she  isn't  ready  to  give  up  quite  yet  ;  which  is  why  it  is  of  the  utmost  importance  that  the  agent  does  not  know  the  difference  between  the  lethal  vixen  who  haunts  his  dreams  ,  and  the  innocent  girl  next  door  who  graces  them  .  so naturally ,  there  is  no  trace  of  anything  but  flirtatious  intrigue  written  across  her  countenance  as  ainsley  spies  the  man  returning  home  that  night  .

ivory  enamel  indents  the  cushion  of  her  lower  lip  as  she  quickly  shuts  her  curtain  ,  grabbing  the  pan  of  lasagna  over  which  she's  been  poring  for  hours  and  making  sure  that  everything  is  cooked  to  perfection  - as  though  she  were  simply  an  innocent  flower  with  the  potential  to  be  an  average  housewife  one  day  , as  opposed  to  one  of  the  greatest  modern  unsolved  mysteries  wrapped  into  one  pretty  little  package  .  nudging  open  the  front  door  to  her  unit  ,  she  quickly  fixes  golden  tresses  as  they  fan  over  her  shoulders  and  flashes  her  brightest  smile  his  way  .  ❝  agent  kaiser  !  hi  !  ❞  a  flush  paints  her  cheeks  as  though  on  command  as  she  approaches  ,  holding  out  the  covered  pan  once  she's  within  a  normal  speaking  distance  .  ❝  i  um  ,  i've  just  seen  you  coming  home  after  dark  a  lot  lately  -  i  figured  you  maybe  haven't  had  a  really  nice  home  cooked  meal  in  a  little  while  ,  so  i  pulled  out  some  old  family  recipes  and  made  this  for  you  . . .  it's  lasagna  ,  fresh  out  of  the  oven  .  well , freshly reheated , ❞ she giggles . ❝ i didn't know exactly when you'd be around . ❞ a lie . she has his schedule memorized more thoroughly than the letters of the alphabet . but he doesn't need to know that ; not yet .

[infiniitefrequency]

@nclson started following you:

Ainsley didn't visit Harlem as much as she did in her youth, but she wasn't going to a conversation like this be handled by a junior associate. Murdoch, Nelson, and Page had become an up and coming name handling small cases for low level heroes across the boroughs, and one big one. Something she was sure Hogarth was kicking herself for for, having only Jones on her books lately.

Striding past reception, she knocked quickly on the closed office door, opening it, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I was hoping I could speak to one of the partners of the firm."

She closed the door behind her, slipping her badge from her breast pocket, smiling, "Ainsley Harlow, Agent of SHIELD."

[virtualsangel]

"okay you can go now, see ya cunt." / @cinnamcroll

[thedcvilherself]

it's safe to say addison isn't really expecting ainsley to be critical. there's a measure of degrees, though—from agreeing that addison's ass is droolworthy stuffed into shorts, to actually drooling for it. addison gets her answer easily enough, then, the distracted young redhead way closer to the latter, and she grins at her sister's sheepishness. "oh it does, does it?" she teases, giving her ass another little bounce with her hands to tempt. "do you think my ass looks good enough to eat, ains?" addison even plays with the tight hem of her shorts, peeling them down to let half of her thick cheeks spill out as she checks herself out in the mirror, shameless as ever. "you can get on your knees for a closer look, if you need to."

ainsley knows addison's actions are intentional, that the way she toys with her own backside is done in order to taunt the desires she knows brew within the younger girl. she also knows better than to do anything without being asked, without being granted the permission, which is why she stays put. "it does, daddy. it looks so fat and round and perfect. the girls..." her breath hitches, as if something had yanked her backwards and forced the air from her lungs when the fabric is pulled down further. "there's no way anyone can ignore it." herself included, closing the distance between them and easing herself onto her knees, hands trailing from addison's waist to the pale cheeks, dancing across the revealed skin in admiration. "sit on my face, daddy." it's a plea, desperate and pathetic. "let me show you how those girls should treat you."