#≼ nyctcphiliacs ≽

[coldfeetrunnynose]

[whileurmine]

@nyctcphiliacs

"what?" he sat up. raising an eyebrow at her, "what, what are you talking about? what? we are dating. we are dating, maeve, i'm your boyfriend. you are my girlfriend."

[missdcalls]

"i hope you know that you are incredibly infuriating, and one of the brattiest person i've ever met." // @nyctcphiliacs

[dcrkdesiires]

starter for @nyctcphiliacs | jazz & beau

if she'd realized he was still here, perhaps she would have been more careful.

he can't go far, of course; jazz is cognizant of the fact that she is still captive, and he is very much captor. but she has not been so foolish as to make any plans of escape obvious, and he has not been the brute she expected. so sometimes he steps out. she's kept well enough in her space with some rope and promises to behave.

(promises she emphasizes with a roll of her eyes and a playful smirk. they both know the game, after all. it seems he enjoys to play it just as much as she does.)

this time, he'd had to step out to fix the damned air conditioning. it'd blown again, likely due to the heatwave, and they were both miserable. and in this situation, misery does not love company. so while he had stepped outside, she'd taken the chance to pull off her shirt, toss the damned pantsuit she'd been kidnapped in. she'd stolen a pair of his trunks and pulled those on.

the blast of cool air should have alerted her that he was returning, but jazz was so lost in her search for a shirt (surely this man owned a wife beater, at least!) that she didn't even register it. it isn't until the door opens that she realizes. it isn't until her skin tenses with goosepimples that she realizes, oh. it's finally cooling down. and, oh! i am very much in his trunks and my own bra!

the woman turns to look over her shoulder at him. her brown furrows, and she hopes irritation is the expression that comes across and not the flare of desire that pings at how good beau looks. hands slightly dirty from work, sweat dotting his features, causing his shirt to cling. she will not let this country boy get the better of her.

"finally."

[hypolimnions-a]

@nyctcphiliacs liked for a starter with arthur !

"Alright, I'm listening." Arthur sits, unbuttoning his suit jacket. "What is it?"

[lustsfuls]

❝WHAT'S GOT YOUR PANTIES IN a bunch? woke up on the wrong side of the bed?❞ [ @nyctcphiliacs ]

[lustsfvls]

THE BARRAGE OF INSULTS DIDN'T faze her. sapphire had heard worst. plus, she wouldn't admit it but he was right. he pretty much hit the nail on the head with his tirade. ❝be careful with those accusations. it's libelous without evidence,❞ she retorted. ❝you're delusional. what makes you think that i haven't moved on?❞ she raised a brow challengingly. ❝if you've really moved on, you wouldn't go out of your way here to see me.❞

theo & sapphire [ @nyctcphiliacs ] | continued from (x)

[etxrnaleclipse]

Starter for @nyctcphiliacs || Zack and Ellen (inspo)

"Thanks for coming over on such short notice." Ellen said, leaning against the doorframe as she watched him working to resolve her issue. "The thought of going into the weekend with the damn thing broken was just not on the cards."

[ofginjxints]

closed for @nyctcphiliacs

"You know you can't just keep on turning up at my door like this, right?"

[gcldcnhour]

@nyctcphiliacs muse: beau clapier plot

he didn't actually have to be by his dad's office, he had all his questions answered in his own office, but it was just a really good excuse to see his father's assistant. he wasn't sure how obvious it was, but he's harboring a bit of a crush on her these days. "hey!" he smiles, walking up to her desk, knuckles knocking against the wood. "is my dad around for lunch?" he already knew he wasn't, had a meeting on the calendar with some client. "if not, are you?" nice, easy transition.

[coldfeetrunnynose]

🙂‍↔️

[whileurmine]

@nyctcphiliacs / based on this

"jesus mother of fucking christ." he didn't know how he didn't just throw her straight of the bed. pulse jumping the moment his gaze met the line where the knife's blade reflected of the light of the chandelier in his room. "what the fuck are you doing? have you lost your mind?" noah wasn't sure why he was whispering. he just knew he could hardly hear himself over the beat of his pulse.

[jawbrkrs]

"  what  ?  I  don't  even  get  a  congratulations  ?  "  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 only mere hours  prior  ,  he  walked  and  talked  like  he  owned  the  room.  funny  enough  her  father  did  —  the  whole  home  to  be  exact.  he  was  merely  a  pawn  ,  in  the  older  mans  game  of  success  ,  but  he  had  his  eye  on  another  prize.  she  was  hard  to  crack  ...  good  thing  he  thrived  on  the  allure  of  a  challenge.  "  you're  not  even  impressed  in  the  slightest  ?  " | @nyctcphiliacs

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

starter for @nyctcphiliacs for Rey // inspo: this post from: pick from allie, avery, ellie, haylee, lacey or paisley.

"But Daddy,"

The girl protests, pushing herself up against the pillows, propping herself up carefully as her eyes follow him around the bedroom.

"I..I don't know if that's a good idea."

[hypolimnions-a]

@nyctcphiliacs liked for a starter with oliver !

"The way you flirt is downright shameful. But thanks for the drink." The man is straight-faced and unperturbed, as if you hadn't caught him looking at you from across the bar. "Join me?"

[kittywriites]

[[ closed ;; @nyctcphiliacs​ ]] [[ based ]]

He was just lighting up the joint he’d rolled ( on top of her dresser that he was currently leaning against ) when the bedroom door swung open with a clatter and brought the noise of the party in with it. Jesse looked up curiously and then his face broke into a grin. He shrugged an innocent shoulder. “Sorry, sweetheart. Yours was the only room that didn’t have any naked people in it.” he said simply. Though the quirk of his brow that followed suggested he had a few ideas on how to change that.