#becks: threads.

[aquamanandfriends]

First Case [Alaska/Samson]

@thestoriesincoffeestains continued from [ x ]

Since she moved his hand to her neck he didn't remove it. His fingers flexed over the back of her throat, pushing a little when she moved, encouraging her to keep sucking. Samson groaned and bit down on his bottom lip as he watched her. Hair pulled back, fully taking as much of him in a she could. "Ah fuck," he warned, his head leaning back a little, "Fuck-- oh god--" he swallowed hard and closed his eyes, before he could stop himself his hips rutted up into her lips, not being able to think at all about anything but finishing. Sam was gone, skin on fire, eager for a finish.

[bittcrsuite]

open to: anyone. plot in source.

"come on!" devon called out in a sing-song voice, never quite able to turn off the rockstar in her. it had to be after midnight by now, but the blonde was running down the hotel hallway towards her room. she needed some alone time with them, even if it meant giving up a few hours of necessary sleep. swinging open the door to room 316, the blonde stepped inside and held the door, her voice bearing a teasing edge. "we're burning the midnight oil here."

[k-wame]

ok

[bvssybvys]

     “You may as well just take ‘em off, man. Just the two of us.” Getting a pool for private use wasn’t easy, but he knew enough people to make it happen. A friends cabin, out in the middle of nowhere,and an excuse to get away for a bit.

"Oh yeah? Is that the real reason you brought me out here to the middle of nowhere?" Beck chuckled and smirked as he let the water drip down him. "Just wanted to get a look at my fat cock without anyone knowing?"

[marshallmaevik]

closed starter for @beck-derringer

Marshall had a shipment of new and replacement parts coming in outside of work hours, but it was supposed to be a fairly light load, so she waited for it on her own.  No big deal, or so she thought.  As it turned out, there were a couple more boxes than initially planned, and Marshall was doing some calculating on how to get them to the engineering wing without having to message someone, and ultimately concluding she was going to have to make two trips, when she spotted Beck headed down the docks.  Was getting Beck’s attention worth it?  They hadn’t really spoken one-on-one in a while, though that was probably on purpose from the both of them…but she really didn’t want to make two trips…  “Could I buy you a couple drinks in exchange for helping me with these?”  Marshall finally decided to call over to her and ask.

[navyphillips]

"Come on Sailor, let's go say hi to the people shall we?" she spoke, opening the gate to the dog park they'd been walking around in and letting Sailor join the people on the other side, all of who seemed intrigued by the fact this corgi was the dog coming through the gate. Navy wasn't surprised - she'd loved corgis for as long as she could remember and when she'd ran across Sailor at the local shelter she knew she had to come home with her. Navy was that parent, the kind that would 'dress up' her dog with ridiculous collars (the kind with flowers or bows) and while she was doing her best to attach the leash to the collar she'd accidentally hooked it to the flower on Sailor's collar, realizing too late once the tiny legs of her dog took off chasing a bird, the flower and the leash long forgotten. "Seriously?" she questioned, though took off a moment later. She guessed this was payback from her complaining about her parents dog being untrained. @beckholloway

[daydreambclievers]

@babyitsmagic

“can i take you on a date?” the words come out too quick and brooks almost cringes. he’s barely given beck a chance to open the door or say hello. so much for not coming on too strong. but he’s nervous about this in a way he’s never been nervous asking someone out before and he thinks he would’ve chickened out if he didn’t ask first thing. “we could do dinner or a movie. or both. or literally anything else. i actually don’t care that much about where we go, i just thought it would be cool if we went on an actual date.”

[beck-hartman]

WHO: Beck & @xjoellasuh WHERE: Benefactor's mansion, Halloween Masquerade WHEN: October 28, 2023

Beck was not loving this mask, adjusting it for at least the 15th time like he was a child whose parents had said he had to wear this thing. The party, however, he was absolutely digging. New life goal: own a sick mansion and throw crazy parties. Passing off some booze to a friend, he spotted another in the crowd. "Oh, hell yeah, Jo!" He called out, spotting her Phantom-inspired outfit. Coming over to her, he continued, "I knew you'd kill this look. Where do I sign to get you in a production ASAP?" Which, of course, sparked an idea. "Actually, I'll give you twenty bucks if you go in the ballroom and just belt one of the songs right now. Like you're a flash mob of one."

[robinastrea]

closed starter for @beck-derringer​

Robin was just grabbing some coffee from the mess deck and headed to his office, when he passed by Beck in the hall.  He’d learned a very interesting piece of information about the pilot at the gala, but hadn’t been alone in the same place to ask her about it.  Until now, anyway.  She was walking away, maybe to head back to the cockpit, so he was losing his opportunity.  Unable to think of any better way to phrase this in .2 seconds, Robin blurted out, “Hey--I know your mum.”

[withbeasts]

@vitalphenomena;

" listen, " she flicks some dust from the top of his hair, straightens it out, " i'm going to leave for a couple days. "

[hollowboobtheory]

ew i have to go black again fuck professionalism.

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @illputabexonyou Where: Poppy's office

"If you're here to bitch at me to take a number and return when we have magic." She told the other person without even looking up to see who it was. Instead she just kept on searching in past grimoires for the spell she needed since hers was still gone. When the footsteps didn't start up again though she finally looked up to see who it was. "Bexley." She greeted with a tight smile. "My comment from before still stands. If you're upset about the Rohan decision, then I'm sorry, but my decision still stands and the coven voted." She explained softly. "If it's not about that then how can I help you?"

[strywoven]

♡’d for a starter ( ft. teresa + namyr ) . // @sailingtempest

❝ Come , ❞ The priest calls when he hears the rapping upon his door.  In walks the woman , one now-familiar to him and his fellows ; indeed , she has been here in this UNUSUAL little clan of Namyr’s , taking shelter ( or doing whatever else it is she needed doing ) , for a few months.  He motions with a clawed hand to a chair , in the same motion taking a seat in one of his own , ❝ Please , sit , make yourself welcome , ❞ He smooths out his vestments , folding his hands together , hidden away in the furl of billowing sleeves.

❝ Teresa , ❞ Namyr begins , already contemplating how he should word what m u s t be said , ❝ You’ve been here a good while now , and although this is a welcoming community , it is not one that I consider … ❞ A pause , lips pursing.  ❝ To be a PERMANENT RESIDENCE for those who are not part of the clan.  The longer you stay here within our territory the more worried for you I become.  You know our practices are n o t suitable for most mortals , there’s no telling what side-effects you could bring onto yourself. ❞  His tone is polite as ever , but his c o n c e r n for her welfare betrays him , overlaying his words.  Typically humans and their fleeting lives would be of no matter to him , but the dark elf cannot help but feel … RESPONSIBLE … for this one soul in particular.

[twcbelts]

@rvyalfamily​    +    @twotonesoffun​    :     for   the   brollmare  thing  .   

      she   stands   across   the   room   from    them    both,    intent    clear   in   even    the    most    fractional   elements   of   expression   as    arms   cross   lazily   beneath   chest.   it’s   a    palpable   kind   of    silence,    one   that   could   easily   be   cut   through   with    a    knife.     focus   flickers   between   icy   blues    of   the   american    nightmare,  and   dark   pools    of    the   visionary.    “    ...   alright,   lads.   “     it’s    a    long   while   before   the   simple   utterance   came,   along   with   gradual   approach.    she’d   really   had   enough    of    this    game,   now.   something   had    to    be   done,   about   all   of    this.    “   we’re  not  leavin’   this   room   till    we    discuss    this.   “     it’s    nothing   up   for   debate,   discussion,   or   the   like.    she’s   tired    of    the   constant   fighting,    the   jealousy,    the   venom  and   anger    when    the   solution     in     her   mind    seemed    so    simple.    “    ...      what    if     ____     what    if    there’s    a    way    we   can   all    ‘ave   what    we    want    without     all     ....     “     hand     gestures    between     them.     “      ...    this?    “    

[bvssybvys]

For @ragtagrunaways​​

“What’s up?” Beck smirked as he flopped himself down onto the couch of the frat house next to one of his best buddies. The party the night before had meant it was already past midday as he was padding down from his room in nothing but a pair of boxers and having not yet showered for the day ahead. Not that he had much planned beyond possibly hitting the gym. “Where the fuck is everyone?” he asked as the place was unusually empty and then punched his buddy playfully in the arm, “Stop scrolling tinder and give me attention, I feel rough today” he chuckled. 

[65ths]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @70th sent : it’s early in the morning, too early, when the sound of pattering feet and poorly muffled laughter fills the halls. annie sighs, rolling to press herself as close to finnick as she can with her belly in the way, her voice a warm, sleepy murmur in his ear. “ your kids are awake. ”

he presses his face further into his pillow with a light groan. he hears all too well the ruckus that’s starting to stir up, and he takes a good amount of offense at the implication that this is something the kids have inherited solely from him. rolling his face onto the side, he blinks at her and shakes his head. “MY… kids?” lips all turned up in a grin, “hmm… maybe if we just stay here and are really quiet they’ll go away.” he bumps her nose against his, arm wrapping around her shoulders, and suddenly yanking the covers over both of their heads. finnick knows it’ll do little to deter their two kids, whose small hands now knock on the door of the bedroom. they’ll come in regardless of an answer or any blankets covering their heads. still, he throws out a very loud, very tired, “we’re asleep!” still, the door swings open, just as expected. his arm moves over annie’s belly, protective and sturdy to shield from any jumpers and careless feet.

their eldest comes around the side, lifting the blanket up and crawling up behind him to shove his face in the space above finnick’s head. finnick squeezes his eyes shut in a fake sleep, but there’s a poke right to his neck, and he can’t resist a smile that leads irvin to announce proudly that both annie and finnick are in fact awake. their soon to be middle child though wastes no such investigating effort and simply climbs up and onto the bed and under the covers, scooting up under the blanket between the two parents like the small fish that he is.

finnick’s arm moves out and around irvin, yanking him down into the cuddle pile, as beckett slides under the arm he has around annie and pops his head between the pair. “pirates, we’ve been boarded by pirates!”