#or flirtatious fighting ig

[iamespecter]

... Does this count as "swordplay" 🤨🤨

Anyways, have at thee, a little teaser for what the Harlequin AU is teehee teehee 😏

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Hi there! I’m a big fan. I saw your request for something besides Arthur. Not sure if this qualifies, but it’s an idea I had.

What if reader is fairly new to the gang, or new barmaid in town, and both Charles and Arthur are interested in them. They both have this ongoing competition to try to win reader’s affections. Reader, of course, is oblivious. Up to you who wins.

This is an idea I had noodling around, but not sure if/when I’d write it. I’m curious to see your spin. If you’re not feeling it, that’s ok, I totally understand

Genius Of Love

(Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader x Charles Smith)

I had fun writing reader as a contemptuous woman. She’s so silly. Also I made it so there’s no winner, you can decide that for yourself based on what they say. Ambiguity is fun. 

Warnings: uhh mentions of stabbings, drinking ig

You began your first day as a barmaid in anticipatory apprehensiveness. Your anxiety-laden first day, following your release from jail, provided you with a small sense of stability and normalcy. You were given minimal training, the job feeling more like a test of logic and wit to gauge your competence. While sitting in your holding cell, you’d imagine the first thing you would do once you got out was to have some sort of nasty fun, but your more adult-like sense insisted you try and start your life again. So instead of walking into the saloon with intentions of a weekend long bender, you found yourself acquiring a job instead of a hangover. 

Within the first hour of your job, a man had gotten blackout drunk and put his hand on your ass shortly before vomiting next to his stool. You found the thud of his body crashing into the mud outside the saloon steps to be satisfactory, having to heave his unconscious body outside was not very fun on the other hand. Many of the men made a show of watching your ass as you walked past, leaning back on their seats for far too long before they came crashing down as well. The entire day was made up of small tests for your patience, seeing just how rehabilitory jail had been for you after you stabbed a man superficially for brushing up against you lasciviously.  You knew you were on thin ice after the incident, so so much as slapping a man could probably land you back in the slammer. Though, after remerging yourself into this god-awfully virile town, part of you wished the wound had been fatal. 

You found it to sometimes be a relief to act outwardly vicious, to confirm that you were deeply flawed and not at all lady like so many others expected you to be. People were often startled by the contentious inflection in your voice; because you’re pretty they assume you’ll be docile and submissive. It was odd to men that it appeared as though you were one of them, just as it would’ve startled them to find out you fight like one of them too. Occasionally in your teen years, some boys from the road you lived on would pick on you and subsequently get pulverized by you, their sense of consternation leaving you deeply gratified. With their staggering stature over you and their forming muscles and wide set shoulders it was easy to imagine them overpowering you in a fight, but you had a face that denied violence. 

With the passing hours of the day, the faces of various men seemed to blur into one blob of amalgamation. They were nearly indistinguishable, all possessing the same incipient beards and tired, wrinkled faces. Looking down at your glasses and pouring drinks helped you temporarily evade the vulgar angles at which their stubbled jaws would protrude as they dished out their best attempts at flirting with you, the moist smacks of tongue as they masticated whatever food you served up to them. You shuddered whenever you watched another carbon copy of your previous patron walk into the saloon, adopting the same flirtatious saunter and libidinous attitude. Though the only things you could focus on as they spoke was the thought of their tongues leaving a bitter film of saliva upon your skin that made you want to gag. 

You soon found yourself serving a pair of men who were passing through the bar for a quick drink. It was a pleasant surprise to not see a men in there who didn’t look like decrepit souls who just crawled out of a mine. You thought to yourself how they would perhaps be the most entertaining thing about your day, brandishing a satisfied smirk as you greeted them. 

“How may I help you today, boys.” You placed your palms on the counter and leaned slightly, studying their features. They certainly didn’t possess the same wide, flapping jaws of the men who yammered away about how much they could pleasure you. They had a modest, humble air to them that you liked. Not to mention their faces were absolute eye candy, their voices as smooth as the whisky you had poured so many times that way. 

“We’ll have some of your best whisky.” One said, stroking his stubble as he looked at you. The other one said nothing but nodded. 

“Right away, men.” You turned your back, letting loose a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Unbeknownst to you, the two men behind you were looking at each other as if they were sizing one another up. There was a playfulness to the way they glared at each other, as if they were challenging each other to some sort of competition. 

You turned back to face them, serving them their shots. 

“Anything else?” You half hoped one of them would say “yes, you” but it was wishful thinking. You nearly snorted to yourself. 

“Yes actually, another shot.” The other man said. His blue eyed companion looked at him speculatively while you poured. You were about to slide it to him until he raised his hand up, shaking his head. You offered a confused and slightly irritated look. 

“For you, I insist.” 

In unison, you and his companion laughed; his partner in disbelief and you from shock, contented that something interesting was happening. 

“Ohhh I don’t know. I’m not really allowed to drink on the job…” you laughed ineptly; though in reality you had contemplated downing the entire bottle before smashing it over someone’s head the entire day. You looked around at the room of inebriated men, a feeling of pegunance overcoming you like a cresting wave. 

“Oh, who the hell cares.” You concluded before throwing the shot back, hissing at the sting. The two of you laughed together, and you briefly thanked him for the shot. His friend looked on in contempt as he threw his own shot back, narrowing his eyes once again. 

“I’m Charles by the way,” He began, before looking slyly to his right. “And that’s Arthur.”

As if on cue, Arthur slammed a couple of bills on the table while glaring at Charles, turning to face you with a gracious smile. 

“A cognac for the lady.” He said smoothly. You smiled, turning around once again to retrieve the bottle of brandy. You certainly took no issue with men when they bought you drinks, especially when they were easy to abandon afterwards. But something about these two made you hope they’d stick around a little longer.

You poured yourself a generous cup of cognac as the man watched, downing the drink like your life depended on it. 

“You sure can handle your liquor.” Arthur commented, impressed by your ability. You giggled once again, nodding in agreement. 

“Certainly can. It’s a virtue if I’m gonna be working in a place like this.” You joked, cleaning the empty glasses up. The two of them were amused by your candor, exchanging competitive looks once again. 

“So what are you two doing in a town like this?” You asked, wiping a glass down. “Certainly don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“We’re just passing through. We could ask you the same thing. What’s a pretty young thing like you doing working here?” Charles asked, making you wave your hand at him and giggle. 

“I just got out of jail yesterday.” The true test would see how they reacted to the revelation; whether they were scared off or drawn in, you’d be relieved either way. But contrary to what you thought they’d believe, they looked curious. 

“What for?” Arthur asked. 

“Stabbed a man for trying to touch me. Real shallow but enough to inflict some good damage.” You spoke of the instance casually, glancing at them to see their reactions. They appeared faintly impressed, perhaps one could say they were even more intrigued by you at this point. 

“Some men can be complete idiots when handling themselves around a fine young woman.” Arthur commented, to which you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. 

“Mhmmm, I’m certainly not opposed to the act even after jail though.” Your catty remark had just enough bite that it made Arthur want more. And it unknowingly drew Charles in even more as well. 

“Well I certainly don’t hope I end up like that fool, I know a thing or two about handling myself around such a fine woman as yourself.” You audibly groaned at Arthur’s insertion of his foretold skills with the ladies, but you weren’t opposed to finding out just how skilled he was.

“So what are you doing after work?” Charles asked suddenly, surprising you. Even you didn’t know the answer. 

“Oh uhm, I’m not sure yet…” You trailed off, becoming a bit nervous. Not out of fear, but by the possibility that one of these two men could accompany you somewhere. 

“Hopefully somewhere that isn’t a bar, I’m sure you’re already tired of these. I know some spots.” Charles' face blossomed into a smirk as he sipped the drink you had poured for him, catching you off guard once again and causing you to blush lightly. 

“I actually know a few places where you can watch a show. In Saint Denis of course.” Arthur butted in. Your face lit up at the mention of the city. 

“Oh goodness Saint Denis?! I’ve wanted to go there for so long!” You gasped, feeling genuine excitement at the possibility of going. 

The two men continued back and forth, attempting to one up each other by using various different tactics. You were so good at being alone and feeling a deep seated antipathy for men, until you remembered how much fun it was to get attention from them, finding their desperate attempts to be flattering. And then you discovered a new found ache.

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Genius Of Love - Talking Heads/Tom Tom Club

[flimflamfandom]

A Length of Chain

Mitzi rose up out of bed and stretched, cracking every joint she had in her body. The world seemed frozen outside - the rain pattering against the window, the horrible coolness of the morning. Mitzi quickly got dressed, straightened out her hair, and walked downstairs...

right into the parlor of Wick's mansion.

"...which is why I was wondering..." Lacy wrote something on a notepad. She looked at Mitzi. "Morning, Miz May." Lacy poured some coffee for her, already looking out of sorts.

"Morning Lacy. How was your night?"

"It was wonderful." She said, dreamily. "I spent it all with Arthur."

"Guitar boy?" Mitzi smirked, her ears perking a little. "I was meanin' t'ask, how has he been? I never hear much about him these days."

"He's busy." Lacy said. "I'm busy. I want to spend more time with him, and he wants to spend more with me, but...well. Just isn't in the cards." Lacy drooped a bit.

"Oh, well, that's just too bad, isn't it? Won't Wick give you a day off or two? I've got a maid, she could help him a little."

"Does she know much about geology?"

"She-" Mitzi blinked. "Do you have to know about that sort of thing?"

"I have to be able to interrogate claims and business offers and see which ones are worth Mr. Sable's time, yes."

"Ahh." Mitzi nodded. "...she could read a book. mayhaps?"

"...at this point, a warm body would be nice." Lacy said. "I'm getting near the end of my rope."

"I'll bring it up to him."

"Thanks..." Lacy sighed, and looked at the clock. "If you don't mind I have to represent Wick at a meeting."

"Oh? Didn't know you needed to be...pleni...hmm...that word, working as someone, like an ambassad-"

"Plenipotentiary." Lacy said, quickly. "Good morning."

With that, she left.

-

"...which is why I was wonderinf ig you could give her a day off...or a week. Or a mo-"

"I can't give her a whole month, Mitzi." Wick said, looking out a window in his office. He turned around. "...I'm being so impolite." He said, motioning to a chair. "Please! Have a seat." He said. he smiled warmly.

"Why, thank you, kind sir~" Mitzi teased. "But please, do consider it. She's a sweet girl and all, she deserves some time."

"I can absolutely give her a day...hell, a week sounds doable." Wick started writing something down. "I can manage...yes. I can definitely manage that." He tore the piece of paper he wrote on from his pad and tacked it to his desk, right by his phone. He smiled, and gazed a bit at Mitzi. "I wish I could take a week off with you, though."

"Oh, Wicky, you're too sweet." She cooed, leaning on his desk a little, putting a hand on his. "You could come by the Daisy tonight, hmm? You never seem to wanna come anymore."

"Oh...well, I-" He cleared his throat. "Truth be told, I...feel a little...put off by someone there."

Mitzi sat up. She perked her ears. "I beg your pardon? Someone making you uncomfortable?" She rolled her eyes. "I bet it's Rocky, isn't it?"

"No, no, it-"

"Viktor? He can be a grump but he's harmless."

"It isn't-"

"It couldn't be CALVIN, could it? Sweet little Irishman like that? Why, he'd sooner die than make someone uncomf-"

"It's Zib."

"I-" Mitzi blinked. "...Zib?"

"Dorian, yes. He...I feel like...well...oh, this'll sound emasculating, but-" Wick cleared his throat. "...He sometimes makes me feel like I have to...fight him for you."

Mitzi stifled a laugh. "I..." She tried very hard to hid that laugh. It wasn't working. "Now, I...hmm..." She paused a moment, and feigned a cough.

"...it's pathetic, I know." Wick said.

"No, it...it's not that." She said. "Zib is...well, he and I used to be together, but that ship has sailed, and sunk in a storm." Mitzi explained. "He gets...flirtatious, but I promise you, Wicky, I'm not interested in that kind of man, not anymore." She shivered. "...musicians can be temperamental and hard to work with."

"I suppose."

"...I can talk to him about-"

"NO GOD PLEASE-" He blinked, and stopped himself. "No, I...I'd rather you not."

"If you say so."

-

"...which is why I was wondering if you're makin' him feel that way on purpose?"

Zib laughed, loudly, at the mere suggestion he was making Wick uncomfortable on purpose. "HAH! You're kiddin' me, right?" Zib rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "...what kinda qwuestion is that?" He scoffed. "OF COURSE I am!"

"And who told you that'd be alright, hmm?" Mitzi looked frustrated and annoyed.

"No one. it's just funny to watch him squirm a bit." Zib said. "Besides, a man's entitled to a bit of fun now and then, right?"

"A bit of fun doesn't mean 'make a man stop coming to his club because you don't like him."

"Yeah, well...if you really, really want me to stop, I'll stop." Zib said.

"I'd appreciate it!" Mitzi grumbled something under her breath.

"...what was that?"

"I said it'd be nice to date a man and not have him put off by you! You know how many times Atlas almost fired you because of your antics?" Mitzi bristled. "We're finished, you and me, and-"

"Alright, alright, take it easy." Zib held up his arms, and shook his head...which, this being an hour with a number in it, caused his inebriated body to nearly take a dive. "Sorry...didn't know you felt that way."

"Hmph." Mitzi sighed, and looked over at the bar. "...Zib, how many coffee mugs are at the bar?"

"I count three."

"Who drank that much coffee?"

"Freckle, I think. Something about Ivy? And a novel? Yes, a novel, that's it."

Mitzi sighed. She nodded. "...is the boy here?"

"Yep. Upstairs."

-

"...which is why I was wondering who told you it'd be a good idea to drink that much coffee?"

"I dunno." Calvin was a shivering wreck on the couch in Mitzi's office. His head was in Ivy's lap, who was gently stroking his side, trying to calm him down. "It was a bad move. I feel miserable. I don't even like coffee..."

Ivy nervously looked up. "Should I take him to a hospital?"

Mitzi ran some numbers in her head. "...no. He's under the limit, but...only just." She shook her head. "Freckle, how'd this happen?"

"Iwas...I-" He huffed, "I was talking to Rocky, and he said something about how my novel was taking forever, and then something about writing it sooner so I could get rich and marry Ivy, and then for some reason he talked me into drinking a lot of coffee."

Mitzi groaned. "I'll talk to him later, but-"

"I'm sorry about all this." Calvin said, clutching his stomach. "I just...this was a bad move."

"No, no, you're alright." Mitzi said. "...ivy, maybe do take him to a doctor, see to it he doesn't have anything happen to him."

Ivy immediately got nervous. "What!? Something COULD happen to him!?"

"Ivy, please...it's 3 cups of...particularly strong coffee, not gasoline." She shook her head. "I need to go find Rocky and beat him with a stick."

-

"...Which is why I was wondering if you could help me find a stick to beat you with." Mitzi crossed her arms. Rocky looked horrified.

"Oh, geez...I'll have to apologize to him, I didn't think he'd go through with that!" Rocky shook his head. "He seems more...reasonable."

"Rocky. He gets nervous when his whisker twitches, he's NOT reasonable!" She sighed and sat in a booth. "When he gets back you're going to have a lot of explaining to do..."

"I suppose...I'm sorry, Mitzi, I coulda sworn I told him NOT to drink a ton of coffee and write a whole book in an afternoon!" he blinked. "...oh, wait. I told him explicitly TO do that. Whoops. Silly me, pobody's nerfect." He shrugged, and smiled goofily. Mitzi still looked like she was fuming.

"...I'll stop with the smile."

"Please stop with the smile."

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I'll do all his jobs for the next week! The next TWO weeks! I'll work the cash register during the day if you're worried about how Ivy's feeling - she's...she's handling this well right?"

"She was on the verge of tears after she called the doctor and they recommended the hospital."

"Oh, god!" Rocky openly wept. "I'm a monster, Mitzi, A MONSTER!"

In his horrible sobbing, he dropped his violin case to the ground, which, of course, caused him to weep even MORE openly. Mitzi, sighing, picked up the violin case. "You're paying whatever bill that boy has, and you're making it up to him. I don't care how."

"If you say so..."

Mitzi looked at the violin. She had an errand to run on that side of town, anyway. "...in the mean time, I'm confiscating this. And making sure it wasn't damaged."

"I deserve this." Rocky said.

"Indeed."

-

"...which is why I was wondering if you could give it a once over, Mr. Keane?" Mitzi had taken the violin to the only luthier in town - John Boggs. Boggs was a busy man, and had hired on an assistant - Arthur Keane - Lacy's boyfriend.

"I can give it a look." The cinnamon furred cat pushed up his glasses and took the violin out. He peered at it. "...was it in the case as it fell?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. Lucky." He slightly adjusted the bridge, and retuned it, playing a few notes. "It should be in order...I'd hardly charge for a bridge adjust-"

The door swung open. In walked a familiar, white furred blonde with a soft smile on her face. She waved a little to Mitzi.

"Hello, Mitzi..."

"Well, if it isn't Lacy Hardt! I just saw you this morning but it feels like it's been ages...how was that meeting?"

"Went well...Mr. Sable gave me some time off." Mitzi sighed with relief - even through all of today's foibles, she at least got to see it come full circle - like a length of chain, linked to itself.

"Which," Lacy put her hand on Arthur's, "is why I was wondering..."

[crispy-bonnie]

HI IT'S ME MWAH MWAH (/P)

- Okay anyways-

- I read your thing about flirtatious s/o, and was like 😳->😏

- Idk if this goes against the rules bc it is limey so (if it is just lmk and delet)

- Can we get uhm.... Jacket, Sokol, Houston, Dallas and for absolutely no reason Dozer for this?

- So can we get a situation where Reader and him have to (for random plot reasons) hide in a tight spot??? Like a locker or something

- This is during/just after a fight so Reader's preeeetty tired

- So they just rest their head on him

- And he's trying so hard not to... not to have.... UHHHHHH-

- I hope you know where this is going???

- (He's trying not to wiener)

yeah this is chill with me ! if i ever write overly spicy stuff , then you'll most likely find it on my alt that's dedicated to the juicy stuff . also no i'm not giving the tag for said alt lmao also , this post in particular is VERY long and took me fucking forever to finish . my writing clearly started to deteriorate towards the end LMAO . consider this a valentine's day special lol i'll be making a special cut of this on my side blog once i get my requests done so stay tuned for that ig

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Tight Spot - PAYDAY + DOZER X READER MULTISHOT

Dallas

Despite such a quiet heist, it was still one of exhaustion. Having to worry about the guards, running past civilians and praying that they don't see you, it's draining. Luckily, a fellow heister volunteered to stealth it with you, making the experience a tad bit easier.

You and Dallas were tasked with tagging a truck with a GPS tracking device whilst the other two heisters, Houston and Hoxton, stayed behind. This truck contained voting machines that you two have to hack, but none of the trucks were labeled, therefore you had to find clues on which ones had the things you needed. The two of you were tucked in a shipping container, waiting for guards to pass while looking through the boxes to see if there was anything indicating the right or wrong truck.

"D-Dallas...? Can we take a quick breather..?" You huffed, your legs cramped from crouching and your body coated in sweat from all the running and sneaking about. Despite the container being so large, the two of you could barely squeeze yourselves inside, as there were boxes packed rather tightly inside. Your legs were entangled in his, both of your torsos just mere centimeters away. You were panting heavily, the tight space making it harder to gather oxygen.

"Sure..are you alri-" He was cut off as you leaned forward, your head now resting on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his waist. Dallas could feel his face heating up from underneath his mask, but not because of the awkward atmosphere. He stared down at your heavily breating form attempting to gulp down the words that were stuck in his throat.

You were brought out of your heated daze when you heard Dallas groaning softly, in which you pulled back ever so slightly to face him. He had one of his hands pressed against the boxes whilst the other was holding up his mask. You could feel his legs shaking ever so slightly as he tried to curb the attempts to buck his hips towards yours.

"Are you okay?" You hummed, bringing your hand up to his and moving his mask off of his face so you could make sure that he wasn't dying underneath it. However, just as you unveiled his lips, both of his hands shot up to grab your mask, ripping it off before slamming his lips against yours.

The scent of cigarette smoke and his freshly ironed suit filled your nose, the bitter sensation of nicotine and the sweet taste of him now in your mouth as his tongue pressed against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, now resting your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer. Time seemed to slow, everything melting away as you focused on him and only him. Not even the sounds of gunshots or the bickering of the other two heisters outside pulled you out of the trance that the two of you were stuck in.

Let's hope the others don't find you two in that shipping container...

Houston

It was a quiet night. The only sounds heard being rain drops tapping softly against the window and the chatter among the attendees of the auction. As much as the gang wanted to try to place bids on the artifact being auctioned off, they knew that it would take a big chunk out of their vault, and it would most certainly not be a guarantee of even getting it. The criminals instead opted for attempting to steal the item. After all, it was one of the many things they were good at.

Ears sharp and eyes peeled, you crawled down the halls as fast as possible, making sure to keep yourself out of sight from the guards and cameras that littered the building. Houston followed behind, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. The two of you thought you were safe, but the sound of a gun unholstering and a voice shouting at you two brought you two to a halt.

Turning around to face the guard, he glared the both of you down for a good few seconds. He proceeded to fish his radio out of his pocket, but you had whipped your gun out to shoot it to bits before he could say anything. Next thing you knew, unsilenced gunshots had been fired from the guard's gun, now alerting others. The crowd below was now startled, spooked whispers and gasps echoing from the crowd. The sounds of these sent panic into you, making you directly headshot the guard before grabbing Houston by the wrist and pulling him away.

You shoved yourself and Houston into a storage closet, shutting the door behind you as the alarms started to blare from outside. The closet was unfortunately very tight, but it was the only hiding spot available so that you could wait for the rest of the crew to arrive and save you from this mess. Your hands left the doorknob just after you locked it, letting out a huff of relief before leaning your shocked form against the wall.

"I'm sorry I-"

"No it's okay, it's okay. We didn't know he'd be there." Houston sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder before pulling you close. You took a minute to process what was going on, the sirens, the screaming, and soon the warm embrace that you found yourself in. He continued to whisper reassurings into your ear as he let you relax into him.

A few minutes in, you could hear Houston muttering your name ever so softly. Almost like he was trying to get your attention. You pulled back, looking into his now half-lidded eyes before asking: "Are you okay..?"

"Sorry I just- m- my- ngh..~" Houston pulled his hands away from your waist, bringing one up to his mask and the other down to his pants, the other now gripping onto his belt desperately. He moved his mask off to wipe away some of the sweat that was coating his forehead. Your face flushed red once your eyes trailed down to his crotch, his current behavior finally making sense to you. 

"We should- sh-should get back to the missio-" He went back to pull his mask back on, but you brought your hand up to stop his, soon pulling it away to swipe your mask off and let it clatter to the ground. "No no..." You hummed, your face now inches away from his. The red on his face became brighter as you grabbed at his pants, pulling at them ever so slightly. "Let's take care of your little friend here first~"

Sokol

It was an intense battle. The constant bangs and pops of guns firing, screams of the cops that were being mercilessly shot down as well as the heisters' demands for things like coolant for the drill or to reboot the power, and most importantly, the earpiercing sound of the giant drill burning its way into the glass flooring that blocked the criminals from the stacks upon stacks of cash that they were after.

"SOKOL!" His name erupted from your throat as you fired your weapon at the horde of cops that continued to try to get to the both of you. Your body armor was sparing you of the bleeding you would've had to endure if you didn't have it, but it still hurt regardless. "We're under heavy fire here!"

"БЛИН- I KNOW!" The Russian cursed loudly, also trying to fend off the swarms of cops. Wave after wave, they just kept coming. It was like there was no break to it. You were starting to get exhausted and your armor was starting to deteriorate under its constant abuse, struggling to reload fast enough to be able to continue shooting cops down. You whipped around to face Sokol, but you could only catch the faint image of him grabbing you by the wrist and running through a doorway.

It was a blur, especially with how fast he was running, but soon you finally processed that you two were in a locker room. You could hear the heavy boots of the various cops stampeding their way down the stairs. Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself and the Russian heister now stuffed into a locker, the both of you dead quiet as you two waited for the cops to pass.

It felt like forever until you heard the footsteps of those pesky cops started to fade away, in which you finally managed to take a deep breath before finally leaning against the wall a little more. You looked up at Sokol within the dark confines of the metal locker you two had been stuffed in. It was only when you glanced to the side when you realized that he had both his hands firmly planted next to your head, effectively pinning you within the locker.

Blinking a few times, you focused your gaze back on him, realizing that his mask had been shoved out of its place, now showing a good portion of his face. You could see his platinum eyes glinting at you with an almost feral intent, his hair scattered and no longer its in slicked back state. From what you could see with the little light provided, his sweat-coated face was dusted pink, his jaw hanging slightly as be panted harshly.

"You know..." He started, his voice low as if he were growling, bringing his left hand away from your head only to rip his mask off, as well as yours. He proceeded to grip your chin and pull you close, nearly closing the gap between your lips and his. "The drill has quite a long time before it's done, no?"

You could feel the heat rushing to your face and down to your crotch because of his behavior, letting out a small whimper as he left a soft kiss on your lips. The hardness in his pants was pressed against your thigh, his hips moving ever so slightly and bringing friction between the two surfaces. Sokol leaned into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe gently before purring:

"Why don't we... pass the time... милый?"

Jacket

Jacket wasn't very fond of stealth, and neither were you. Of course, Bain made the two of you go on this heist anyway. Why? Who knows, and you honestly couldn't care less. You just wanted to get the heist over and done with.

The two of you were infiltrating the GenSec arena, in which there was vault that was in need of cracking. There was a concert going on for a musician going by the name 'Alesso'. The music was bumping from the stage itself, so loud that the two of you could hear it whilst in the halls behind the concessions.

You had to find the C4 that was marked in some of the storage closets, said closets being marked with a red X. However, what the two of you didn't know was that there were going to be a few guards patrolling this area. You currently had some of your lockpicking equipment out, desperately trying to get the reinforced door open. You could feel Jacket nudging at you, knowing that there was a guard nearly.

Just before the guard could even get a proper glance of the two of you, you managed to get the storage closet open, soon getting pushed inside by Jacket as faster than a lightning bolt. He quickly kicked the door closed, hearing the lock you had just picked click as the metal door slammed shut.

"That..." You breathed, your chest rising and falling harshly as you found yourself staring into the beady eyes of Jacket's mask. "That was close...huh?"

You attempted to push yourself up, only to realize that Jacket had both of your wrists pinned to the cold concrete floor. Letting out a quick chuckle as to try and make the situation a little less awkward, you attempted to get up once more.

"J-Jacket...? I think- I think we're safe now-" It only took a few seconds before you found both your mask and Jacket's thrown to the side, the lack of his mask now revealing his reddened face and almost feral expression. His eyes stared into yours with a feverish yet lucid glow, his face starting to inch closer and closer to yours. "Jacket what are you-"

You were cut off as he rammed his chapped lips against your own, his kiss animalistic and rough in nature. It was only after he pulled away when he realized what he did, his grip weakening and his eyes widening. Jacket was about to reach for his tape recorder, but you stopped him, your voice weak but words clear as day:

"K-keep going~"

Dozer

"Damn it, FALL BACK! NOW!" You could hear Captain Winters screaming the demand into the radio, causing you to nearly panic, more so that you already are. You knew the Payday gang would put up a fight, but if Captain Winters himself was telling units to fall back, then you know something was wrong. You glanced up at your fellow colleague, a Skulldozer that you were good friends with, who was just shooting down an unfortunately no longer fellow cop. You would be gloomy about the fact, but you had no time for that, as the two of you were on the fourth floor and in immediate danger.

You were just about to whisper to him about the Captain's demands, but when you felt a bullet just barely graze your armor, your attention was pulled away. You focused your gaze in front of you, now seeing one of the masked criminals with a submachine gun slowly approaching you. Your face paled upon the sight, now frantically looking for a way out. You caught a glance of what the Dozer was facing, and much to your dismay, you found that the both of you were being closed in on by two of the clown-faced criminals.

Squeezing your eyes shut and ready to accept your fate, you were pulled out of your trance of fear, as well as being pulled out of the hall the two of you were in and into a room. It was only a matter of seconds before you realized that the Skulldozer had pulled you into a room nearby, holding you closely by the waist as he looked around for a hiding spot.

Just as the door to the room was kicked open by one of the gang members, you two had just barely managed to squeeze yourselves into a closet, holding your breaths and praying that he would leave soon. Luckily, upon scanning the room, the criminal backed out of the place, giving you the opportunity to gasp for air.

"Oh thank god-" You managed to say inbetween gasps. You pulled the mask obscuring your face down, revealing your pink-tinted cheeks and slightly ajar mouth. "God- all this can really work up someone's heat, huh?"

"Hehe...yeah.." Dozer responded quietly to you, in which you found oddly concerning. It was clear how draining the situation was, but usually he'd have some sort of witty remark or joke to respond to you with, but he seemed a bit sluggish this time around.

"Hey...are you okay?" You hummed, reaching your gloved hand out to the Dozer. He seemed to back away just a little bit upon your approach, causing you to retract your hand instead. "Do you need be to get Winters to call an extraction team? I can-"

"I-it's really hot in here..." He whimpered out, his legs trembling within his heavy armor. You were about to ask if he needed any help taking his armor or anything off, but you were cut off by his voice as well as your flustered response to it: "Or maybe you're just heating up the room~?"

"I- y-you-" Your face was nearly as red as your uniform, your nervous stuttering eliciting a chuckle from the Dozer that was pressed up against you.

"Y'know..." Dozer hummed, flipping his face plate up so you could see his lustful expression through the glass of his helmet, his other hand pressed against the wall next to your head as he purred:

"Maybe we can have some fun while we're still here~"

[keeperoftinyarmy]

The problem is not tae but jikookers. jikookers are starting to become the new taekookers, with their theories "jikook are private, they can't appear together in public" or "jimin was sleeping or hiding in the bathroom". Why jikookers can't accept that Jimin wasns't there, and he didn't go to Jk's home even if Jk invited him. You can't change the narrative when you want. First, jikook were the members always together and blah blah. No problem. Now, jikook are the private couple lmao. Sure. Jimin and Jungkook could meet if they want. Everytime Jk invited Jimin, he knew that Jm was working lmao. And when Jm was free like the last night, he didn't go to Jk's anyway .... so when exactly they meet in person? Jikookers last months ago: "Jm is so busy! And Jk can spend time with friends!!" Jimin is not busy anymore, what is your new excuse... How can you be so delulu...(not you, I mean, jikookers with their delulu theories).

IMO…

Shippers…all shippers have theories and speculations…it comes with the territory. Not seeing all and not knowing the people personally makes minds run wild. Some ships have more circumstantial evidence than others but really it’s all a whole lot of a filling in blanks.

There’s ALWAYS been speculation with jikook…from the theories about hiding in hotel bathrooms, theories about secret codes, speculations about living arrangements, theories about fights, the meanings of bandaids…you name it. Jikook has never been immune from this.

The difference between TK and Jikook is that the TK ship is based on the narrative that Jimin is a flirtatious home wrecker (putting it mildly) and in the way of Tae and JK’s happiness. This story is so widespread and ubiquitous in the fandom that even non shippers know about it and absorb parts of it into their view of Jimin. It also has caused some overzealous fans to start to hate Jimin because they perceive him as a threat.

Unfortunately all the hate towards Jimin over the years has caused some jikook shippers and Jimin fans to have some negativity towards Tae and they now perceive him as the cause of Jimin hate. (He’s not. Tae cannot be held accountable for the actions of his fans) Tae and Jimin claim each other as besties to this day. And I have no reason to believe anything has changed. He would never be a JM anti.

Also BTS is on a break…we see them even less. This leaves time for fan imaginations to run amuck. And while this was common to find in the TK ship, since there was no tangible evidence of extraordinary closeness since like 2015 …it’s new (and noticeable) for jikookers.

Jikook is a ship that has been sailing (with the aid of JM and JK tbh) for years. They were in content together regularly and we were spoiled. Now we actually still are spoiled (comments on lives and weverse, cameo in a behind, JK doing his own Jimin reaction video) but it still feels like not enough because it’s far less than what we had.

So while I can see some of your points anon, I cannot agree with your ultimate conclusion. It’s not delusional to think Jikook still interact even without “seeing” it. With all that they’ve said about each other over the years and with all they said and shown now…

1- JM saying he’s seen all of JK’s lives

2 - JK knowing Jimin’s songs and choreo

3- JK asking Jimin over on his lives - yes I think they’ve seen each other but not as often because of work

4- Jimin wanting JK to visit him at work more often

5- JK’s Jimin themed live - this was a big example of who Jimin is to JK imo

6- Jimin putting a JK clip in his IG story

…there’s no reason to think they still aren’t close.

[englishstrawbie]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

📸 danielepiersonsbeauty

82 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#4

NCIS Hawai’i 2x03

It’s been a while since an episode of tv has delighted me as much as this one!

- The fight scene was everything I hoped it would be - strong, sexy, flirtatious - I loved it!

- KATHERINE MARIE WHISTLER

- “I volunteer my apartment to be cleaned” … “I second that idea” 😂

- Lucy being Kate’s biggest cheerleader when she’s nervous about going undercover

- Kate reading a massive manual (of course she does)

- Jesse and Kai being awkward when they try to give Kate feedback

- Kate talking about her brother, Lucy and the boys listening, Lucy asking her to talk about it later

- Lucy panicking – her face killed me 🥺

- You call the coastguard but there’s no Pike? Disappointing!

- Kate using her battle cry 💪🏻

- “Are you okay?” … “Yeah, but she’s not” – anyone catch the throwback to Lucy taking out Medina in 1x20?

- “Being with you has changed everything” – oh my heart ❤️ ❤️

90 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

“There’s a lot of shame associated with being in the LGBTQ community that’s put on us. And it’s wrong, and it sucks. [Stefania] felt shame because she finally has been following her dream and booked a role, and her parents made her feel shame for playing an LGBTQ character. And I have felt shame because I have had feelings, romantic relationships with people of both sex. I’m very private about my personal life. It is not fair the shame they put on us and I’m sorry if you guys have ever felt shame because it’s miserable. So I’m sorry, and I hope that by playing these characters, you are seen and you feel represented on television. And I hope that we’re doing the best we can.” ~ Danielle Savre

From Spampsavree on Twitter

129 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

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143 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It’s been a week and I’m still thinking about the way Lucy couldn’t stop watching Kate as she walked away from her on the beach. It was so deliciously gay. 😍

154 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

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[ultyso]

Considering you already made a long post about Lawtsuda I’ll go ahead and ask how you feel about Lawlight instead (love your art!)

Some days I really like it others I’m a little more eh about it. I’ll go into detail about both:

I personally enjoy Lawlight in the Drama, the most. They felt extra fruity and shippy to me personally. Now why I like that adaptation more than the anime/manga? They moved them closer in age, Light already being in college. Just a little weird to me with the pairing when Light is still in high school. The drama I like because the subtle little kiss on the cheek, the way Light dodged outta having to be handcuffed, the flirtatious looks they continuously give each other, the playful little banter they always are having. AGHHHHH. It’s just good stuff.

Now on for the general!

Like I mentioned in my Lawtsuda post, I like pairings where it’s a give and take. It is no different with Lawlight. They both cure each other’s boredom, they bring thrill to each other’s lives because finally they met someone on the same wave length as them! Light also I feel brings out the sillier side to L, which I find amusing ^^ As for the reverse, I think L just brings Light a sense of comfort and more openness that he hadn’t had as much before. (Cause he’s so incredibly gay)

In the story, I don’t think anyone (yes even my Lawtsuda shipper heart can attest) can match how in sync and strong their bond is. They fit together with each other perfectly. Also them both being great at tennis, both having similar level of intellect to always have engaging conversations, both engaging in their mind games. They just genuinely seem to enjoy being in the other’s company too if you ignore all the Kira stuff. The L Change the World movie’s book with L absolutely moping about Light not being around and WEARING his watch for a sense of comfort! As L was close to dying, he went to LIGHT’S HOUSE ahhhh. Him hoping they will meet again in death to walk in the nothingness together like ughhh. He’s so poetic with him. Then there’s Light who is just absolutely losing his mind after ridding of L. The immediate regret, the extra hate to Near. The bittersweetness of it all! L was his equal but he had to get rid of him for self-preservation. Yet he cannot SHUT UP about L. Always on his mind. That things would have been better if they were still togetherrr. Then the creators saying if Light wasn’t Kira that they’d probably still work together. Aghhh they just have to be apart of each other’s lives!!!

Light always showing his concern for L is always 🥺 Even if it ends up leading to fights cause their both stubborn af, it’s cause they love each other okay? :,,,)

Even though L is a notorious liar, it still seems sweet when he seems a little sad at Light being Kira because he’s his first friend. Ahhhhh. Light, I feel, has brought L out of his shell a lot on the case and gehshsjsjskks

Also the fanart? GORGEOUS? The memes of them? HILARIOUS. But fanfics? Eh I’m not actually that into it. There’s enough ig in canon that tickled my fancy enough with the pairing that I don’t really feel like the fanfic would bring about anything that doesn’t feel kinda repeated? So I don’t really read them 🙈

Now why it gets EH. It’s just talked about so much I guess it kinda just bores me sometimes. Like we get it. It’s great. What’s new? 🙈 It feels silly but sometimes when I just see Lawlight over talked about it just kinda looses my interest. When I rewatch/reread stuff tho I still like it and definitely feel they had something going there. Also I personally don’t like Light as much. So I’m just not as big a fan of shipping him with L in just that regards. When I wanna do fanart/fics of my fave ships, I like it more when I like both characters equally. Feels kinda one sided for myself ig otherwise lol (which is why partly, Lawtsuda, even with its lack of canon content, intrigues me more.)

Overall I feel a pretty solid ship ^^

(All pairing opinion asks are solely my own thoughts on a pairing. If you like/dislike it, power to ya. We all have our faves and dislikes ^^)

[flavaflavbutitznyork]

Astrology Observations based of Friends Pt.1

Pisces Suns are so random like- they can be talking & then make a random onomatopoeia whether it's a burp or just saying "AH" like pisces placements really just do ish for the sake of randomness

Libra Suns are great conversationalists like y'all are just fun to talk to & make super good friends people think some of y'all won't fight there is however often a sense of calmness to them

TW⚠️: Virgo suns tend to have a history of self-harm they often feel life isn't worth living & not just them 6h Heavy placements this is just conformation it's associated with chiron

Pisces are strangely effected by there moons like it's as if there moon sign takes over them I met a Leo moon Pisces + he was so noble & generous, the Libra moon was very flirtatious & gave a princessy vibe Ig thats cuz the moon controls water...?

Sagittarius suns from the pluto sag gen often are heavily bullied often by males too they could get into fights, less afraid to threaten ppl for sure, they'll cut people ig

My Mars + Pluto conjunction Ascendant friend- so I thought deadass me & her we're gonna Argue when I met her cuz when I sat with them in class I thought we'd fight she's just so insanely intense🙀 (mars' higher octave is pluto men could feel threatened by mars-pluto aspect people)

🪄A foriegn girl I know has circe on her ascendant pretty sure she just gives a mystical vibe & very whispy it's in Libra I'm convinced

2h scorpio people could feel overworked or drained from making money too often possibly cuz scorpio rules 8h which rules draining accounts & income

Scorpio suns are soft AF they just aren't open about it too often

[daydreamingleclerc]

against the wall - christian pulisic

in which, christian is a customer at work and after some back and forth flirting, he fucks you in the bathroom.

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of petnames, tattoo kink ig, choking, spitting, flirting, semi-public sex. hasn’t been proofread.

the middles a bit meh, my laptop crashed and decided to delete the original draft so it’s not as good as it was originally. this isn’t my best but i wanted to get it out for you guys so i hope u enjoy x

yes, this is based off of a dream. no i have no regrets

requests are closed.

“how many people?” 

your supervisor laughed at your response to his statement, watching as you shrugged off your jacket. you’d barely even walked through the door when the words left his lips, your usually quiet thursday daytime shift taking a different turn this afternoon. 

“thirty,” he repeated his words, “the guy was american, said he had his family over for a few weeks.” 

he followed you along the stretch of the bar as you rolled up your sleeves, so your shirt cuffs didn’t get saturated in beer from the taps. “thirty people, jesus christ,” you muttered along with a soft barely traceable eyeroll, “please tell me for the love of god they’ve pre-ordered.” 

“yeah, kitchen’s prepping the food now,” he laughed, “but on the bright side, it’s just them and us until they leave, justin called in sick so he can’t watch the rest of the bar.” 

that seemed to be the highlight of your morning so far, knowing that all of your attention could be focussed on the thirty american’s and no one else. after lining up endless amounts of tables and chairs across the lounge, you finally had a set up suitable for thirty people, and made the tables look as presentable as possible with water jugs, cutlery and plants. 

as if they’d sensed you’d finished setting up the lounge, several people with thick american accents piled into the bar, and almost immediately your demeanour had switched, no longer slumping over the bar but instead you were polite and chatty, desperate for a decent tip in your pocket by the end of the shift. 

your supervisor guided some of them to the table, while several hung back at the bar. one inparticular caught your eye, or rather, his sleeve tattoo had caught your eye. “hi,” he smirked, noticing your eyes trailing across the inked skin on his arm. 

“hi,” you chimed back, fighting off the blush threatening to stain your cheeks, “what can i get for you guys?” 

it was just him at the bar now, the rest of the group had gone and taken their seats at the table, and you caught his eyes again, this time they were tracing you, lingering slightly at the undone button on your shirt. he was leaning on one arm, with the other slouched on the bar with his credit card between his fingers. 

he listed off the almost endless drinks order, and you snatched the pre-order from the kitchen to tick off the food, and when you’d finished, he was looking at you again. 

“is everything okay?” you asked, leaning over the bar to the ice bucket, “do i have something on my chest?” 

he could tell that by the sound of your tone you were being flirtatious, and he watched your delicate fingers as they pressed the button on the soda gun. “what’s your name?” 

“Y/N,” you replied, a soft smirk on your face, “what’s yours?” 

he raised an eyebrow at you, a small chuckle escaping his lips when you averted your gaze away from him. “i’m christian,” he smiled, and watched you again when you pulled down the tap of the lager he’d ordered, “you’re very pretty, Y/N.” 

“i finish at six if you wanna take me for a drink,” you joked, flipping the tap up and placing the lager in front of him. he was the one blushing now, and you smirked softly at the effect you had on him. 

“you’re cheeky, too, i like it,” he placed his credit card on the bar and pushed it towards you, “make sure that this is the card that pays for everything, okay? don’t accept anyone elses,” he shot you a wink, “and get yourself a drink on me, pretty girl.” 

if any other customer had spoken to you like this, you would’ve barred them almost immediately, but christian seemed to have some sort of hold over you. he was drop dead gorgeous, nothing like the men that usually came into the pub, and he was rich. 

with any given moment, he was getting your attention. he would wave you over to the table or drag himself up to the bar just to talk to you. 

“are you always this cheeky with your customers?” he asked, a glint in his eye as he watched you pour him another drink, that loose lipped smirk on his face. 

“that depends.” 

“on what?” 

“if they look like you,” you replied, a smirk on your face as you caught his eyes lingering at your chest again. your supervisor chuckled as he walked past with a large glass of lemonade on his way through to the sports bar, where he’d set up camp with the chefs that weren’t needed anymore, watching some television show they’d been rambling on about all week. “are you always this flirtatious with barmaids?” 

“that depends.” his words mimicked yours. 

“on what?” 

“if they’re as fit as you,” he smirked shamelessly, watching as you added the drink onto the bill. his eyes trailed across your cleavage once more, settling on the crease where the curves met, his adams apple bobbing gently. 

you leaned over the bar, resting your chin on your palm and coming face to face with him, his breath hot on your skin as you thought about what it would be like to lay like this underneath him, his breath even hotter on your neck as he moaned into it. 

“did you get yourself a drink?” his words lulled you out of your imagery, eyes moving from his tattoos to his face, and you smirked. 

“are you gonna take me for one?” 

“i haven’t even given you my number yet,” he chuckled once more, noticing the notepad sitting at the side of the till, “but you’re too pretty an opportunity to pass up.” 

you hummed at his cheesy line and watched as he scouted the bar for a pen. the only one in sight was the one in your shirt pocket, sitting just high off your left boob. his eyes gravitated to it eagerly, and you looked down briefly. you thought about how it would feel to have his fingers on your boob, even if it was just over the material of your shirt. he would feel the heat of your skin radiating through the material, the desperation of wanting his skin on yours. 

“do you want this pen?” you asked, the loose smirk hanging on your lips. 

“mhm,” he hummed, “can i?” 

you nodded, puffing your chest out so he could really feel you. his tattoos flexed as his fingers worked to pull the stubborn pen from your pocket, and his fingers danced eagerly across the pocket. you were correct, he could feel the heat from your body radiating through the material, and it made him want you so much more than he did already. 

you watched nonchalantly as he scribbled down his number, along with a few more words underneath the string of numbers. instead of handing it to you straight away, he folded it up and slipped it into his wallet, walking back to the table with some of the drinks you’d poured. you smirked. he was keeping you on your toes, and that was exactly what you would’ve done. 

he returned a few minutes later, and settled the £200 bill with no hesitation. you handed him his card, and when he slid it into his wallet, he pulled out a folded fifty pound note from the cash pocket, and slid it over the table to you. you could see the note stuffed into the middle of it, and you fought off a chuckle, despite being completely startled at the red note in front of you. 

“for you,” he nodded towards the note, “only for you, wouldn’t go sharing either of them around if i were you.”   

you separated the two, folding the fifty up and pocketing it down your bra. usually, tips were to be shared among all the staff but you deserved this fifty more than any of your colleagues, at christian’s insistence, and so you didn’y care if they caught it on camera. christian’s eyes widened for a minute when he caught sight of your black bra underneath the shirt, which was lacey and filly around the edges. you both smirked.

you watched as he sipped at his drink, tattooed arm outstretched and holding onto the bar while he eyed the note in your hands, as if waiting for you to open it. you pulled it open, leaning over the bar and reading number followed by his handwriting. 

‘your boobs felt great under my fingers, but anytime you want to try it without the top on, i’ll be waiting ;)’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the childish nature of the words written on the paper, but you also couldn’t deny that it set butterflies alight in your lower stomach. you scribbled down a ‘meet me in the staff toilets, five minutes’ on another piece of paper, almost definitely raising suspicion amongst his party but not really caring. 

he smirked as he sauntered off, and you walked around to the sports bar where you were met with your smirking supervisor, “yes?” 

“i need you to watch the bar for ten minutes.” 

“ten minutes or half an hour?” he asked, a teasing grin on his face, and when you furrowed your eyebrows he laughed, “fuck sake Y/N, yes, go and shag him, i’ll watch the bar and keep his family from realising until you get back.” 

you couldn’t help but blush, but scurried off faster than ever to the staff toilets back on the lounge side and entered them, waiting for him to slip into the room after you. 

a minute or so passed, and within seconds his lips were on yours, one hand pressed against your hip while the other rested on the side of your face. his lips were moving against yours with force, a force you were giving straight back to him and when he pulled your lip between his teeth you moaned. the hand that was on your face moved down your body and towards your chest, groping at one of your boobs through the material of your shirt and the bra you were wearing. 

“well, you wanted to feel them without the top on,” you pushed your chest up against his hands harsher, “so what are you waiting for?” 

“should’ve known you were gonna be a brat,” he muttered, his lips dragging down your jawline and sucking on your neck harshly, his stubble already causing a soft rash. you pushed his white and orange jacket off his shouders and watched it hit the floor. “all that cheek had to come from somewhere.” 

you hummed, brushing a hand underneath his black shirt and grazing his abdomen with your fingertips, smirking against his head when his body lit up in goosebumps. his index finger curled into the v of your shirt, and before you had time to protest, he popped the buttons open as it dragged down, and you watched in awe as they flew across the room. 

“christian!” 

“it’s a good job i chose to wear a black shirt today,” he hummed, the damage he did to your shirt not even fathoming in his brain. “don’t worry about it, you can just borrow mine.” 

you frowned, but then when his thumb grazed over your nipple through your bra you jolted, and the frown dissipated. he noticed how you reacted, and moved his other hand to your other boob, his thumbs working in circles over the buds.

you whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip to fight off a loud moan, but when he pinched them between his fingers and tutted, it elicited a long, loud screech to tumble from your lips.

“why’re your suppressing them, hm?” he asked, lips hot and sticky against your neck as he sucked at the skin once more, “i want you to scream my name, let everyone know who’s fucking you this good,” his head dipped down and his tongue circled each nipple softly, “do we have a deal?”

“yes.”

“yes…?”

“yes sir.” you breathed, and you watched as christian’s shoulders tensed and released at the word, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. his hands fumbled with the material of your work trousers and with each other’s help you eventually pushed them down to your ankles.

“maybe you can be a good girl after all.”

he helped you get up onto the sink while his hands fumbled with your bra and the material pooled in your lap, and your hands flew to his curls as he suckled on the buds.

“fuck, christian,” you whined, “need you.”

his middle finger circled your clit through the thin material of your underwear and you whimpered when his dick pressed against your thigh through his jeans.

“open up.”

you watched as he conjured up spit in his mouth, ready for it to drop onto your tongue. you whimpered at the words and opened your mouth out wide, holding your tongue out proudly. you watched his spittle transfer onto your tongue, and he took in the mental image before allowing you to shut your mouth.

“you look so fucked out already,” he mocked, “and i’ve barely even touched you.”

“i need you,” you repeated, “need you so bad.”

he smirked at the effect he had on you, the flirtatious woman he met at the bar long gone. you watched with eager eyes as he pulled his t-shirt off and pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs, the material pooling at his ankles, and you whimpered when you saw his dick, ready and waiting for you.

“how do you want me?” you asked, and you watched as his eyes almost bulged out of his head. a chuckle escaped your lips.

“like this,” he smirked, “for the moment.”

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and watched as he guided his dick into you, your legs wrapped around his waist. your forehead fell to his shoulder as he pushed himself all the way inside of you, both of you letting out long broken moans at the feeling.

“god, christian you’re so fucking big.”

“mhm,” he groaned, pulling out of you and pushing all the way back in again, “and you’re so fucking tight,” he pulled out again, only to push back in, “and wet.”

your teeth sank into his shoulder, his skin hot under your touch. “fuck, please go faster.” you begged, tugging on his curls with one hand while you gripped at the sink with the other.

he obliged, his hips snapping faster with every thrust. you moaned, throwing your head back and resting it against the mirror, the light above you making your eyes go fuzzy. “fuck, christian,” you whimpered when his fingers began to stroke your clit, “‘m gonna cum.”

“good, want to get at least two out of you before i take you out for a drink tonight.”

you couldn’t help but smirk against his skin, but then he tipped you over the edge and it was the best orgasm you’d had in a sensationally long time, clenching your eyes shut as you moaned out his name in a long, loud moan. 

he smirked, his hand wrapping around your throat as his thumb pulled down your bottom lip, causing you to smirk against it.

“oh, you like that don’t you?” you hummed, and when he squeezed the sides of your throat you made a noise, “be a good girl and spin around for me, hands on the sink and eyes on the mirror.”

you did as you were told, whimpering at the loss of contact when he slipped out of you to make the move easier. your hands gripped at the sink and to make sure you obeyed his words, he wrapped his hands in your ponytail and tugged your head up, keeping your eyes on the mirror.

he buried himself back inside of you, and the pair of you moaned out at the new angle.

“look at you,” he grunted, timing his words with each thrust, “so desperate for me to fuck you, you couldn’t even wait ‘til the end of your shift.”

you could feel the coil in your stomach threatening to snap once more, and you whimpered. your eyes began to flutter shut but he slapped your bum, and then brought that hand to rest at your throat as he tugged your hair. your eyes followed the tattoos on his arm and the sight in the mirror made you want to cum then and there.

“watch yourself cum, gorgeous girl, i want you to see the look on your face.”

“fuck,” you hissed, too caught up in the moment to truly take it all in, “christian i- you…”

his hand left your throat and returned down to your bum, where he planted multiple slaps to the skin, admiring it as it turned a soft shade of red. you could feel yourself edging nearer and nearer, and when the hand that was on your bum snaked around to circle your clit you burst.

“fuck, christian, holy fuck!” you cried his name, squeezing your eyes shut as he held you in place with his hand in your ponytail, your second orgasm rippling through your body and sending shockwaves into your system.

you got down to your knees, holding out your tongue against the underside of his shaft as he began to tug at himself, the sight of you so fucked out and messy underneath him sending him into overdrive. he came with a moan of your name, his cum dripping all over your face.

he helped you up, pulling you back up onto the sink and clearing your face of his seed with paper towels, his lips always following suite.

“i can’t believe i just got fucked on shift,” you sighed, a loud laugh tumbling from both of your lips. you scooped up your clothes, helping one another get dressed with the discarded items draped along the floor. “like, i’m getting paid for being fucked.”

“like a pornstar,” christian noted, which earned him a slap on the bicep. “i’m serious, though, about tonight,” he looked at you through the mirror as you pulled on his shirt, “i’ll take you out.”

you hummed, running a hand over his tattoo’s and leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

“my shift finishes at six, i’ll text you my address,” you fixed your hair and headed for the door, “oh, and don’t be late. i can’t stand people showing up late.”

[dontsh0vethesun]

is that dirty enough for you?

masterlists

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - After constant flirting, you and Natasha finally show each other how you feel during a Stark party... in a bathroom...

18+ : Smut; bathroom sex, suggestive conversation, thigh riding, kind of rough kissing ig

Word Count - 2522

You checked your reflection in the mirror, red dress reaching your mid-thigh and hugging your figure perfectly showing off your body in all the right ways. You stepped into some red heels, accessorising with a dainty golden necklace and a couple of rings to match. You tousled your hair slightly to make it look as you wanted, turning to the side slightly to check your reflection - you looked hot if you do say so yourself. Today was another of Tony's parties, not your favourite way to spend the evening but at least you could find good company.

You made your way down to where all the guests were gathered, sneaking in when everyone arrived to avoid any awkward moments, eyes scanning the crowds. Tony was being his usual self, probably bragging about some scientific thing to men in suits. Wanda, Pietro, Sam, Bucky, Maria and Steve sat together, drinks in hand as they chatted - Pietro and Sam no doubt making stupid jokes. You smiled at your dysfunctional group of friends before heading over to them.

"Hey!" Wanda grinned as you approached. "You look amazing." She added, she helped you choose your outfit and even leant you a couple of the rings you were wearing - having a best friend who own what seems like a million rings has its perks.

"Thanks, so do you." You smiled back, the black dress she was wearing making her look amazing, her hair in a loose yet tidy bun on her head. "You all clean up pretty well - I suppose." You added with a mock eye roll as you observed the others.

"Yeah yeah, admit you want a bit of this." Sam smirked, a playful glint in his eye.

"Pff, you wish. I think she'd rather have a bit of this." Maria added jokingly though her and Wanda know about your slight crush on a certain red headed member of the Avengers.

"I think she'd rather have a bit if this actua-" Pietro started.

"Okay, that's enough now." You laughed cutting him off, the others giggling at the groups antics. "There's plenty of me to go around." You winked with a smile, sitting in the empty space beside Wanda, stealing the glass of red wine from her hand and taking a sip.

"You little shit." She gasped, nudging you with her elbow before prising the glass from your hand. "Go and get your own, suka." You gasped at her words, placing a hand over your heart in mock offence.

"Rybak rybaka vidit izdaleka." You smiled back as you stood to walk away receiving a grin and a middle finger from her in retaliation. Bucky and Pietro laughing at your interaction.

You walked over to the bar seeing Natasha standing behind it sipping a drink, you made eye contact with her as you approached before her eyes raked over your body; trailing down to your feet before slowly making their way back up to your now blushing face, smirking behind her glass.

"Hey Spidey." You smirked, her eyes rolling playfully.

"I hate it when you call me that."

"What else do you want me to call you, Natty?"

"I'm sure I could think of a few things." She smirked, green eyes staring intently into yours, you bit your lip slightly to keep back the large smile fighting its way to the surface as you blushed, shaking your head slightly at her flirting. This was usual for the two of you, constant flirting bouncing between you you're just not sure whether she means it like you do.

"I'm sure you could." You smiled, earning a flirty grin back.

"You want a drink?"

"Please. Surprise me, make it dirty." You answered making her give you a flirtatious smirk as she grabbed a glass. She poured a few different types of liquor into a shaker, adding some ice and shaking it, pouring the slightly blue coloured liquid into the glass in front of you.

"Is that dirty enough for you?" She queried, voice low and raspy, a light shiver dancing across your spine. She watched as you took a sip, eyes looking at the rings adorning your fingers. "Nice rings, I'm sure I could find something for those fingers to do." You choked on the liquid in your throat at her statement, both of you laughing slightly.

You continued to sip on your drink, making sure she knows her mixologist skills are greatly appreciated, as you made idle chit chat, flirtatious comments still flying and eyes occasionally wandering as she leant on the bar. She made you both another drink before making her way round to the same side as you, perching on a stool beside you as your conversation carried on, knees touching with your proximity.

Neither of you were drunk but you'd both had a couple of drinks making you tipsy, confidence coursing through both of you as you flirted. "Fuck, you look so hot tonight." She breathed, hand on your bare thigh where your dress had ridden up in your seated position giving it a slight squeeze. You felt a slight pull of arousal at her action, breath hitching in your throat. "I'm going to the bathroom." She announced standing, leaning forward so her lips brushed against your ear, "You can join me if you like."

You watched her hips sway as she walked away from you, her dress hugging her figure as she strutted away, auburn locks bouncing slightly on her shoulders with each step. You shook your head slightly in disbelief - is this really happening? - gulping the last drops from the bottom of your glass before following where she went.

The door was closed as you approached it, as you raised your hand to knock the handle lowered and it opened - Nat know doubt using her spy skills to hear you approaching. She grasped your hand pulling you into the room with her, you stumbled forward slightly pressing against her as you did so, faces so close you could feel the heat of her breath against your lips. Her hand gently cupped the side of your face, eyes flitting down between yours and your lips, "Can I kiss you detka?"

You nodded eagerly, her face immediately moving to close the small gap between you, lips colliding as though they'd been forced apart for all this time. Her hand moved to the back of your head as she pulled you as close to her as possible, lips moving in sync tasting the fruitiness of her drink as her tongue entwined with yours. She staggered backwards slightly at the roughness of the kisses, your hand gripping onto her hips as her back fell against the countertop.

Your lips separated hesitantly as you both gasped for some much needed oxygen, her pink lips darkened and slightly swollen as she looked at you, eyes seeming to be darker than their usual hue. "I've wanted to do that for so long." She spoke in between breaths making you smile.

"Me too." You returned, her hands grabbing onto either side of your face in her excitement at your words, pulling your face back to hers. Your lips slotted together again, the same vigour as before, quick and passionate, your hands holding onto her waist. She tilted your head to the side with a pull on your hair, her lips smirking against the flesh of your neck at the audible sigh released at her rough action, lips moving against your skin with kisses and light bites, trailing across to your jaw pecking a path back to your lips.

Her hands travelled down your back, leaving a stream of electricity where they dragged across your body, fingertips grazing the back of your thighs just beneath the hem of your dress. They twitched slightly, itching to move beneath the fabric but unsure; instead, trailing back upwards giving a harsh squeeze to your ass before settling on your waist.

The kiss paused temporarily as she hopped up onto the counter behind her, your eyes tracing over her body as the dress rode up to expose almost her entire thighs. She pulled you to her, positioning her one leg between yours so you were hovering above her leg, your one hand gripped onto her other thigh as she crashed your lips together once more, fervent passion growing ever heated.

As your lips danced together she lifted her leg slightly so her thigh was pressed against your heated centre, a gasp sounding at the back of your throat. "Is this okay?" She asked.

"Yes." You nodded, worked up from the last twenty or so minutes of kissing and aching for some kind of release. Her fingers brushed against the skin of your thighs as she pulled your dress up slightly, pushing her leg up to be firmly pressed against you. You sighed into her mouth at the feeling, her hands grabbing roughly onto your ass as she moved your body, guiding you along her thigh creating a wave of pleasure as your clit rubbed along her through the material of your underwear.

You moved your lips down to her neck as your hips worked with her to keep up a steady rhythm, pressing sloppy kisses beneath her ear, your teeth grazing the soft skin. She breathed out raspily as you sucked on a specific area of her neck, right near her jaw. "Can I touch you?" You panted slightly, breath hot against the lobe of her ear.

"Please."

Your fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh, tickling her skin with the back of your fingernails until they made contact with her wet core. You giggled slightly as you found she wasn't wearing any underwear, moving your face back from her neck to look at her, she giggled too with a smirk and a slight shrug of her shoulders. You crashed your lips back to hers resuming heated kisses as your middle finger stroked her clit teasingly slowly, revelling in how wet she was.

Your teasing stopped however as she silently contested you by slowing the grinding of your hips to an almost stop. At this you firmly pressed the tip of your finger against her, rubbing circles around the hardened bud as a deep grunt came from the back of her throat. You kept the movement steady, the feeling of her slick beneath your finger turning you on even more. Her hips bucked against your hand slightly from the pleasure.

Her lips moved from yours as air ran out, heavy breathing sounding through the small room. Her hand grabbed your underwear, roughly tugging on it, so much so that the material tore away from your body though neither of you cared due to your hazy state of arousal. She groaned at the feeling of your arousal pushing against her thigh, no underwear in the way anymore. Both of you grew nearer to your release, growing wetter by the second as the coils of pleasure in your lower bellies grew tighter and tighter.

As she climbed nearer she grasped your lips with hers again, kisses sloppy as you both felt the overwhelm of pleasure. Her teeth harshly bit down on your bottom lip as a moan choked out of her mouth, the wetness on your fingers increasing and a slight metallic taste on your tongue. She continued to guide your core against her thigh for a few more thrusts until a moan tumbled from your lips too.

Both of you panting, light sheen of sweat over the foreheads of your flushed bodies as you rested your head on her shoulder whilst you both caught your breath. You held each other in a loose embrace until you could breathe evenly again. "Wow." Natasha breathed.

"Wow." You laughed back, looking into her slightly hooded eyes as she grinned. "I don't want this to be just a one time thing." You added nervously.

"Neither do I, lyubov." She smiled back, pressing a series of pecks of your lips. "Sorry about your lip."

"It was kinda hot." You smirked licking the drop of blood from your injured lip, she shook her head at you with a giggle. You moved back so she could stand from the counter, blushing as you eyed the slight wetness on her thigh. She noticed your sheepishness and seductively dragged her index finger through it before sucking her digit clean with a low hum.

"I can't wait to taste you properly." She smirked watching as your face heated up. "We should get back to the party detka, I'll follow you out." She suggested, smoothing out your messed up hair before planting one more parting kiss on your lips.

As you headed down the hallway back to the party you furrowed your brows in confusion at how quiet it was only for your stomach to twinge in awkwardness as you entered the room finding the majority of the guests to be gone - you'd hoped to re-join the party with your absence unnoticed.

"Here she is." Sam announced happily as you approached the group sitting where they were earlier only now with Tony added to the midst.

"Is the party over Tony?" You asked, heart still thumping from a few minutes ago and skin no doubt still looking flushed and slightly sweaty as you tried to recover.

"Yep, decided to call it quits so we could have a more intimate affair instead."

"Aw, do you like us Tin Man?" Pietro teased earning an eye roll from the billionaire as the rest of us laughed.

"Where'd you go anyway?" Wanda questioned, the entire group looking at you expectantly.

"Yeah, we couldn't find you for a while." Maria added.

"Um I was just getting some air." You stuttered out, receiving questioning looks from them all at your deer-in-the-headlights response.

"Are you not well, you're looking a little warm and...out of breath?" Steve voiced, concern lacing his tone as the others looked on in the same way wondering if you were sick. Though any more comments were cut short as Natasha walked in, skin still flushed and lips red and slightly swollen - just like yours, it may have gone unnoticed if only one of you looked this way.

Eyes darted between you both as she stood beside you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "The party's over?" She asked, words falling on deaf ears as all eyes focused in on you both.

"Intimate affair is right, Stark." Sam chuckled, laughter coming from Tony, Pietro and Bucky too; Maria, Wanda and Steve at least stifled their giggles as they exchanged looks with one another.

"Am I missing something?" Natasha asked.

"Um, I'm not sure?" You returned, though you had the slightest inkling at what they were finding so amusing you hoped you were wrong.

"You two had a little private party of your own by the looks of things." Sam informed, laughter only growing as it bellowed throughout the room. The heat rose in your cheeks in embarrassment, Natasha blushed slightly but quickly recovered with a proud smirk on her face instead, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

That's one way for them to find out you supposed.

Translations:

suka - bitch Rybak rybaka vidit izdaleka - takes one to know one (in literal translation it is 'birds of a feather flock together') Detka - baby lyubov - love

[practicalmagicintuitions]

HC-NV relationship after the IG post (part 2)

This is the second part of my reading. I've decided to post this separately because it’s a 2 months forecast and the previous reading was long enough already. Cards pulled on the same day 15/05

DISCLAIMER: If you will send me an Anon, I will answer the same tone as your ask, opinion is written.

All information and statements made in this reading or any other post of mine are all alleged until proven to be fact and for entertainment purposes & usage only. All information stated is based on my intuition and my tarot cards. Opinion only. The readings have no intention to cause any harm to the individuals, people featured in it.

JUNE

Emperess rx, Knight of Sw rx.

At this point, because I made many readings on them I can say Empress rx is a significator of NV in my readings. So when this card comes up I immediately though it’s her and the KofSw is him. But first I want to give you the general meaning of those 2 cards and then I give an explanation on them as people or personal behavior. I say one thing in the beginning. Both cards are out of control cards. 

We got the Empress rx many many times, so I am sure you are familiar with this as a person and how they behave. 

It’s a difficult period, it's a lack of growth. If you got this card, your happiness and fulfillment is not there but somewhere else. Forcing a situation that is not meant to be. It’s destruction. Lack of growth, lack of abundance. No matter how much you try this situation won’t be fruitful. In a family front it means, disharmony, family fraud, new addition to a family who is disapproved, family secrets. 

Knight of Swords rx.

I remember, once I said swords are a two-edged weapon. If it’s upright it is the intellect, the knowledge, clear communication, if it’s rx it’s the manipulation, the words which cause harm etc. 

KofSw rx it’s like Don Quixote fighting with windmills. Someone who is so hot-headed, so rushing into fights that he seems ridiculous at the end. Someone who is crying for injustice but has no facts or proof. Impulsive, having tantrums. Blaming the mistake on others. Trying to get away with something and not listening to advice. 

So based on this their June could mean they will have some family fraud, where they will have some victim mentality like ( NV and HC vs. one of them’s family or the fans again.) Or it could mean NV vs HC where NV is the disruptive force. Empress rx could be overly sensual, very flirtatious (sometimes a cheater). And this card is the reason I am saying I don’t see babies in this relationship. So if she is like that, HC is the one who has tantrums, who is fighting with her verbally. Who is blaming everything on her, who is pitiful.

When you are trying to connect the cards, you look for colors, facing, movements etc between them. That is the way, how you build the connection. So it almost looks like the Knight is protecting the Empress with his swords out. So I would say it’s more like the HC+NV as a team vs someone else scenario will happen. 

I don’t know how spectacular this will be, I think many things will remain behind closed doors, maybe we will have some rumors, but we don't really have outings now, so who knows. 

JULY 

7 of Pentacles rx, 3 of Swords rx

I won’t lie, I see two different meanings of this combination. Let’s start with the more positive one : Loss and healing. 

Many people make the mistake that they cannot see others in the pentacles card but money. Of course, this is the strongest connotation to it, but I would say it’s more like about resources. Not only money. Your resource can be your time, your affection, your values, etc. 

First of all, it’s a bad investment. You are spending more than you earn. It is impatience, frustration because you are using your resources badly or you do not earn enough or fast enough.  You feel you have started a project which is too big for you, and thinking about going away. You underestimated your strength. You started something with poor planning and now just thinking why? It also could mean you are taking more time out than you should. I was thinking about it because he is already posting very little on social media, so maybe he will even less. Or if he really will have a rocky June with his family/fans maybe he will step back from them a little. This rx card is a little bit suspicious, feels or imagines some threat. 

In a relationship it could mean a rocky patch too because you are busy with something else, for example with your career, so you have little time to your relationship. It also means disappointment. 

So if they will have a bad June with each other, it could mean they are too busy with their career. And because this card is not the best career card it could mean they are working on their careers but the results won't be the one they expected. 

In career means that you have a little ambition or your projects are failing because of poor planning. Setbacks, problems and again frustration because of it. 

3 of Sw rx

This is a very very interesting and complicated card. It has so many layers.

We see 3 swords in a heart but because it’s reversed, the swords are falling out. This means the healing aspect. You are still in great pain and probably will have the scars forever, but you start to heal slowly. And it also could mean you are denying your inner pain. 

So… if he will have some fallout with his family in June that 2 cards can mean, he will regret this, he will feel he lost something, he put his resources ( value, trust, money) in the wrong “soil” so this causes serious anxiety and frustration. But if he realizes this, if he steps back a little, it means he could start to heal. 

How is this healing look like? 

It is still slow and painful, it’s not the rainbows, unicorns, sparkles kind of healing. The swords cut deep, the pain is intense, you have scar tissues, but probably you missed the worst pain. 

The second possible meaning of these 2 cards : loss and denying your heartache. ( I think the healing aspect is more possible here too, but I definitely wanted to give you more insight) 

So, fallout with the family which he regrets dearly and have the sense of loss but he is denying how serious is this. He will be devastated but pretending to be okay. 

A personal note: I really loved this reading. Not because it was so positive or negative but because it really challenged me as an intuitive tarot reader. Especially the last 2 cards. Really had to go beyond the meanings, using my intuitions etc. That was a good practice, loved it. 

UPDATE on 19/05:

Oh ok, I think I totally forgot to add to my 2nd part reading that I wanted to ask about their August too. I was just shuffling the cards and shuffling and shuffling for I don’t know how long, but nothing happened, I felt nothing. Then half of the deck just felt out from my hand. So I stopped and didn’t force it. So I think July and its aftermath in August will be interesting. I wanted to post this separately, but I will update my reading with it too.

[jollybone]

What is your characters D&D class?

tagged by @derelictheretic thank youuuu!!! :)

I’ll do Josh ig-

RULES: Bold what definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies.

Deputy Joshua Harris:

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 »   toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewellery, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 »   homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲  »   list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   »   always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   »   herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

tagging @dep-yo-tee @rejected-beater @oorah22 @strafethesesinners @fadedjacket @gamerpurgatory @madsismad @chazz-anova @yeetslovescheese​ and everyone who wants to do it ofc

[hcywards]

party — jj maybank

summary: jj getting jealous

words: 1.2k+ 

t/w: kissing ig,, not much really

request: this was a request from anon!

“could you do one where JJ gets really jealous of his gf getting hit on by someone else?”

note: here i am with more jj 😌 😌 i love him soooo

     Parties were the one place where both Kooks and Pogues united, though they often ended in fights. For a few short hours, the petty classism was ended, instead replaced with drunk and high teens who just wanted to have fun for the night. The stories their parents told them of things the other side of the island did were forgotten, and they could just have fun and not care about who was rich and who was poor for once.

     Of course, this always came to an end, but it was fun while it lasted — in fact, most would tell you that their favourite part of the OBX was its parties, because you could just forget, and, really, who didn’t want to forget?

     This party was slightly different from the rest, as typically they were held on the Boneyard or at least the beach, but, instead, the teenagers of Outer Banks were littered across a Kook mansion.

     Y/N was sat on the roof, dangling her legs over the edge and watching the people below dance and have fun. JJ had been with her, but he’d gone to get another drink. At least, she thought he had. She couldn’t really remember, having had far too much weed and alcohol to be able to properly think — but that’s what parties are all about.

     She was still nurturing her drink, and occasionally she’d take a sip of the foul-tasting but strong substance, and immediately grimace. You’d expect Kooks would have nice alcohol, but that expectation was wrong. Their alcohol was strong, rather than nice, and it burned a path down your throat and got you drunk within a few drinks. The pounding headache that came alongside it in the morning was probably the least enjoyable aspect, but that was tomorrow, and if there was one thing all of the kids in OBX had the same ideology about, it was that they lived today. A few of them might even tell you that tomorrow was a social construct, though normally that was only after a little too much weed.

     Y/N looked back down to the party after a moment of staring up at the moon, now high in the sky at the late hour. She could make out Kie and Pope talking on one of the picnic tables — she could see Kiara laughing, throwing her head back and letting ehr curly hair fall down her back, and she could see Pope nonstop talking about something Y/N presumed to be about dead bodies. Her eyes raked back over the crowds until they landed on Sarah and John B, and then she was immediately looking away again, grimacing at the sight of them making out. She sighed when she realised JJ wasn’t with either of the groups, and her gaze continued searching for the golden-haired boy.

     “Hey,” a deep voice from beside her greeted, and Y/N jumped, having been so invested in looking for the boy she hadn’t heard the stranger approaching. “Who’re you looking for?”

     “A friend,” Y/N responded, though she didn’t exactly know whether that was true. After the kiss they’d shared a few nights before, they hadn’t had the conversation about what, exactly, they were.

     The boy nodded, his eyes shifting from Y/N to the floor below. “What’re you doing up here? The party’s down there.”

     “I don’t know. It’s quieter up here.” Y/N stated.

     “Oh, so you wanted privacy?” the boy asked, adjusting his collar. Y/N rolled her eyes, realising then that he was a Kook. Sure, the classism always managed to die down in a party, but that didn’t make it gone — and she couldn’t tell where he was trying to get this to go.

     So, she shrugged, continuing to talk to him — and when she could feel eyes on her lips, she knew exactly where he wanted this to go. “Yeah, I guess.” She was unsure of whether it was the alcohol or weed in her system that made her thrilled to have someone be trying (and failing) to flirt with her when her heart was so clearly begging for JJ, but she couldn’t write out that it was a mix. That, or it could’ve been the fact that she could see JJ now, and she could see the occasional glance he was sending towards her as he continued talking with a group Y/N recognised from school. 

     She looked back towards the stranger when JJ began to turn again, giving him a fake smile and biting on her lip slightly. He grinned at that, clearly thinking she was reciprocating thoughts she wasn’t as he continued to speak. “So. . . what’s your name?”

     “Y/N,” she replied, a small smile lingering on her face. Her voice was sweet, but coy, a perfectly flirtatious method she knew from experience would work -- and she could tell it was riling JJ up, out of the corner of her eye noticing his tense jaw and the way he was gripping the solo cup like a voice. Almost tauntingly, she raised a hand to skim across the boy’s arm. “Yours?”

     “Jason,” he responded, grinning. He continued talking, though Y/N tuned it out, just mumbling the occasional ‘yeah’ or laughing or nodding every now and again. She was focused on JJ, though, trying to decipher whether he was staring at her or staring near her. She grinned wider when he started walking towards them as Jason leaned in, and within seconds she heard his footsteps leading towards them over the flat roof.

     She turned to him with a grin, and he smiled back, though she could tell the smile had something else — either anger or jealousy — swimming behind it.

     “Hey, babe,” he greeted, and Y/N’s grin only widened at that, knowing she had achieved exactly what she wanted to. He stuck out his hand for her to take, and her brows furrowed as he pulled her up.

     But suddenly he was wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in to crash his lips onto hers, and she grinned against his mouth. He frowned at that, pressing her tighter into his chest and running his tongue against her lip. She opened her mouth wider, and he smirked, letting his tongue dance with hers messily. He pulled away when his lungs burnt and he felt faint, gasping for breath and looking over Y/N’s shoulder to the boy. Jason stood there, mouth agape and an embarrassed blush on his cheeks — he’d been trying to flirt with a girl who was very obviously taken. JJ arched a brow, donning a smirk as he said, in an ‘innocent’ tone: “Oh, sorry, dude, I didn’t see you there. Do you mind if I take my girlfriend back home? I’ve been dying to take this dress off—”

     “JJ, shut up!” Y/N hissed, blushing a bright red. “Uh, sorry, Jason, I have to go.” JJ grinned at that, nodding, and began leading her back into the house. Jason was left standing on the roof, still in shock.

     “Hey, J, what was that about?” Y/N asked as they left the house, and JJ turned to her with a frown. “Why’d you kiss me like that?”

     JJ laughed then. “Isn’t it obvious? I like you, dumbass, and I know you like me too.”

     Y/N grinned widely. “Alright, well, can I kiss you again, then?”

     Before she knew it, his lips were on hers. This kiss was a lot softer, slower than the other, because JJ wasn’t trying to show off in front of Jason, and he just kissed her delicately, hands on her waist while hers cupped his jaw. Both were smiling like madmen into the kiss, finally knowing at least roughly where they stood.

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As the audience, you know she's clinging onto Armando for all the wrong reasons, yet her pain is so genuine that you can't help but sympathize for her.

Aw yes, I felt for Patricia there too. Also when she finds Mario and Aura Maria making out in his office. She wasn't a good person, but that was fucked up. I didn't expect for Patricia to have a full on evolution in the story, but she definitely had more potential than just being reduced to those petty fights with el cuartel. I mean Patricia was always childish, but the way they exploited the tension between Patricia and el cuartel to the very end was so annoying🙄. The only redeeming thing about that whole thing was what it meant for Marcela and Betty's relationship as the two main heads in the company and them developing conflict resolution skills despite their differences. Not that the animosity between Patricia and the secretaries wasn't funny (I lived for those early scenes, like when Berta bought Patricia's wardrobe 🤣🤣) but it was just so overdone and exaggerated towards the end that it lost its charm. Patricia deserved to get some sort of closure with Daniel, or at the very least, I was expecting her to become somewhat of a decent employee. I thought they were going somewhere with her when Betty decides to keep her on board and then when she offers to help her develop a financial plan for her to budget her money more efficiently, but sadly that went nowhere🤦🏽‍♀️

Michel and Alejandra's served to prove that Betty and Armando both chose each other, despite having respective love interests that were "perfect" for them. But yeah, that whole storyline with Alejandra comes across as forced and as you said, Armando's flirtatious attitude and the sexual tension between them, made the rejection less impactful . At least with Michel and Betty, we saw the relationship develop, and in what context. There's also a reference on Michel, he's a friend of Catalina whom she rates very highly and is very fond of. Betty was going through a lot when she met him, and he accompanied her, making their bond significant because he saw her broken and starting to pick up the pieces to rebuild herself. Alejandra is supposed to have the same significance in Armando's life but they don't bother to show us how it all started. Not to mention that Armando was officially still with Marcela at this point, which makes his behavior and over the top attention towards Alejandra even more irritating. He was making both Marcela and Betty uncomfortable with his attention towards Alejandra. At least Betty was single when she met Michel, she deserved to give herself another opportunity at love. That didn't take anything away from her evolution. Meanwhile Armando still had a whole relationship to resolve and attend to (he already knew at this point he didn't want to be with Marcela 🙄) and there he was parading himself with another extremely attractive woman in front of the two women he still had to make amends with (ok maybe that did bug me more than I had realized 😅🤣) In conclusion, the concept was there, but it was poorly executed and contextualize lol.

Exactly. You can really tell that by the end of the novela (or around the time Betty comes back from Cartagena) everyone qas super tired and just wanted to get ig over with. I sort of not blame them, tho, after all, the cast went through a lot during those two years of filming (harrassment, bad payments, horrible work schedules, etc.), but it’s very obvious that the quality of story decreases.

Lol sorry I awakened a new frustration with the show lol but yeah, the Alejandra part was very basly executed. The whole last part was badly executed, with the exception of some little gems like Armando and Marcela’s breakup, Marcela’s confession to Betty, Betty and Daniel’s dinner (oh, another frustration is how little interaction those two had), and the collection launch. The show just feels so rushed!

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saw some dialogue prompts so imma write a thing now ig XDD wasn’t sent any they just showed up on my dash and i had ideas. they under the cut

there’s mention of a character getting drunk and fighting in the first story, and there’s mentions of injuries and a character getting attacked in the second story, as well as death so uh. be mindful ig.

1. Fate

“Fate has spoken. We belong together.” Dorian was using the same casually flirtatious tone they used when talking about- well, anything, honestly. Same dramaticism too, and while he usually enjoyed it, right now it was just irritating.

“You do not get to blame fate for getting us locked in here.” Iden rattled the iron bars again, growling with frustration. His wings twitched as he glanced around the small cell again, looking for any possible escape. His cellmate and business partner was lounging on the little cot shoved into the corner, looking far too relaxed for the situation at hand.

He glared at Dorian, growling again. “Are you gonna help or what? I’m not spending the night in this stupid cell because you decided to get drunk and start a fight.”

Fae flashed him a cheeky grin. “Aww, don’t you like spending time with me, little angel?” Iden rolled his eyes, and Dorian chuckled. “Alright, alright. Just sit tight, the guards will come back around in a second and I can bribe a way out.”

“Do you ever do anything honestly?” 

They tilted faer head. “Hmm. I’m not quite sure.” She shrugged. “Does it matter?”

Iden sighed. “No.” Yes. “Just... whatever you tell the guards, make it quick. I wanna get out of here.”

“Don’t worry.” Dorian stood, stepping closer to run a hand through Iden’s hair. “I’ll take care of it.” I’ll take care of you.

2. Tough

Rev slammed the door to the apartment as they entered, tugging off their boots to be haphazardly piled by the coatrack. Emi heard them rustling about the place, opening and closing doors and cupboards with more force than necessary, until they ended up in the living room. They dumped the first-aid kid on the coffee table and sat down with a sigh, tugging off their jacket and shirt to reveal scratches and bruises all over their arms and torso.

Emi raised an eyebrow, passing them a damp washcloth. They accepted it, caught his glance, and shook their head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He snorted. “Tough. If I came home looking like that, you’d never just let it go, and you know it.”

There was a moment of silence as Rev cleaned their wounds, barely even wincing. They reached for a roll of bandages, and Emi snatched it before they could, tapping them on the nose. “Hey. What happened?”

They let out a long breath. “Just some dumb assholes. They didn’t even take anything, just roughed me up and moved on their their day. Probably wanted a one-up on the new death-god.” It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened- ever since Rev had gained the status of a death-god, they’d been targeted. But usually they could escape before anything happened.

“...They blocked me into an alley where I couldn’t fly away,” Rev added, guessing what Emi would ask next. “I... I didn’t want to kill them. I couldn’t. That’s not what I sought this power for.”

“So you let them hurt you? Rev-”

“Can we not talk about this right now? Please?” They sounded almost desperate. “I just... I’m tired.”

Emi sighed. “Alright. But... promise me you’ll at least defend yourself next time.”

After a moment, Rev nodded. Because they both new there’d be a next time. And a time after that.

But they couldn’t keep the two down forever.

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I’ll hold you to that

Summary: There’s a new message from a stranger in her DMs, but what does he want from her and why exactly is he so freaking cute?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Warnings: swearing; that should be it, I think?

A/N: This is the second fic in two days, who even am I? What am I even doing? What is happening?! My only excuse is that I’ve started this like 2 months ago and only now got round to finishing it so...enjoy?

This might need a second part though, I feel like I need some college dorkiness in my life rn

Also, do some text and ig messages count as making this a social media au? Probably not, since I was too lazy to do that format with the apps and all that?

masterlist // Watermelon Sugar - another part

Natasha is lying on her friend’s bed, furiously typing away at her phone. The chime of incoming messages is constant and it is starting to drive Y/N up the wall.

“You could do this in your room as well, you know.” Turning in her desk chair, ready to start going off on the redhead, Y/N is cut short by a long suffering sigh. “What’s wrong now?” She knows that if she ignores Nat now, she would only get more annoying, which in turn would leave her no chance of finishing studying for the night.

“I’m talking with the people in my group, trying to prepare for the mock trial next month and there’s this guy who is completely infuriating!” Nat spats and lets out another groan, as her fingers fly across the screen. “He says that we should stop defending the CFO and try and get a settlement because it’s obvious he actually did indeed commit fraud. How are we supposed to make a case and win when he’s completely disregarding everything we’ve studied this semester? Of course the prick committed fraud, but we still have to make the case for him, this is the fucking assignment, you pompous asshole.”

“Yeah, babe, I have no idea what you’re saying there, but go you! Down with Wall Street or whatever, but I still need to study for this management exam, so it would be great if you could kindly fuck off to your room?” Y/N smiles at Nat, who finally looks up at her and sighs.

“Fine. I’ll let you study for your stupid exam, but you still need to reply to that cute guy like you promised.”

“Remind me again, why am I supposed to do that?”

“Because you promised, you ass! And your sex life is shit so Wands and I reckon if you get laid, you’ll stop being so stuck up about school.” It’s Nat’s turn to smile sweetly at Y/N, who throws a pen at her retreating form.

“Why are you guys like this?!”

“We both have unresolved daddy issues, now get on with it or I’ll send Wanda in here.”

Y/N sighs heavily and slumps in her chair. She glances at her charging phone on the desk and tentatively picks it up. She unlocks it, a picture of her and her roommates popping up on the screen and the notification is still there. Still taunting her, still adding fuel to her friends’ pestering.

They have looked through his page, of course. They have looked at all the pictures with his friends, some of them recognisable from the halls of college, all the pictures of him in various cafes, restaurants, bars, gyms, but the picture she still comes back to is the one with him at the beach. Wayfarers perched on the bridge of his nose, ruffled hair in the wind, and that tan that stretches from the set shoulders to the prominent six pack (although the bottle of beer in his hand makes those abs so unfair to believe exist) to the firm thighs. She has looked through all of his pictures, analysing every detail and description, still wondering how in the hell she managed to catch his attention enough to grant her a message from him. And then she would go on her profile, filled with pictures from the dance studio, her coffee filled all-nighters in the library, and fair enough, there is that picture of her at the pool where her bum looks just right and she could get why in a sense, but what the hell, look at that guy!

Her fingers still hover over the notification indecisively, when the group chat pops up on her screen.

Wands: do it, bitch

Y/N: I was just getting myself ready!!!!

Wands: u’re a clown

Wands: JUST DO IT

Y/N: why must you attack me like this

Nat: I’m interrupting my fight with that idiot to send you this very important message

Nat: do it, bitch

Y/N: I hate you both

Y/N finally taps on the notification and there - in all its glory there is one simple message that has been giving her a headache since the previous night. Granted, she was a bit drunk on wine, and the shriek she let out when she saw the blinking notification made her toss her phone to the other side of the couch. Wanda picked it up and looked at it confused, while Natasha slumped on the couch in order to see over her shoulder. They both whistled at the same time, which was disturbing in and of itself, thinking how alike all of their mannerisms have become since they became roommates two years prior.

She takes a big breath that does nothing to relieve her nerves, and biting her lip, she finally opens the app to her messages.

JamesBBarnes: Hey

Huh. Funny how such a little greeting makes her tap her leg unconsciously to the point that their downstairs neighbours will be complaining at their door soon. She closes her eyes for a second, shakes her head and mutters a 'what the hell.'

Y/Nwhatthehell: Hi

Now that this obstacle is over, Y/N idly wonders what made her so flustered. He's just a guy who happened to send her a message after following her on Instagram. There's nothing weird about it, is it? They're both attending the same university, she's fairly sure one of his friends is actually the guy Natasha is currently fighting with on that project of theirs. Maybe he just wants to be friendly, maybe he needs some management information for one of his mock trials. Who even knows, so what is she so stressed about? With a huff, she throws her phone away, determined to finish the chapter opened in front of her and relax for the rest of the evening.

She's in the middle of writing the last note on employee engagement, when a ping from her bed startles her into dropping her pen. She turns cautiously, as if sudden movements would force Aragog crawling out of the device, but decides she's being stupid again so she stands up and nearly lunges on the sheets.

As confusion is written all over her face after reading the first line in the notifications bar, she opens the app and stares at the screen.

JamesBBarnes: Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could you ask your friend to stop fighting with Steve? I'm trying to study over here and he's been throwing stuff around since yesterday saying something about a redhead girl who's hijacking his trial just bc she wants to prove a point

She doesn't know what she was expecting, but it's definitely not this. Is that disappointment she feels for hyping herself up just so he can ask this type of nonsense of her? Maybe, but maybe she just feels a little silly for having thought this guy would hit on her on Instagram. She sighs and replies to him, now annoyed with herself more than anything.

Y/Nwhatthehell: why didn't you just send her a message?

JamesBBarnes: From what I've heard about this Natasha, you seemed like the more reasonable one

The reply is swift, and makes her smile. Nat can be a bit too much if not handled with care, especially when it comes to group work. However, Y/N now has what seems like a million questions, and she’s even more confused than a few minutes ago.

Y/Nwhatthehell: how did you even find my IG anyway?

JamesBBarnes: oh Steve has a huge crush on Natasha and we were all forced to go through her every single photo and hear about how amazing she is every single day since the beginning of the year

JamesBBarnes: but maybe don't tell her that 

JamesBBarnes: you know what, screw that. You can even show her that msg, the punk will never be man enough to tell her himself, might as well get my revenge for all the days I've been forced to listen to him go on and on abt her

She takes a second to read the messages again, when a howl of laughter bursts out of her chest. She had an inkling this was the case, from the way Steve has suspiciously been assigned to every single group project Nat had since September. And Y/N could bet his feelings weren't unrequited, for all the hissy fits Natasha has been throwing about him lately.

Y/Nwhatthehell: what if i tell you he might get what he wants if i tell her that?

Y/Nwhathehell: would you be able to put up with him when he's in a relationship with her? He's probs gonna be 10x worse

JamesBBarnes: oh shit u're right 

JamesBBarnes: fuck it, might as well get it over with. At least he'll stop moping every time she calls him an idiot 

Y/Nwhatthehell: you make a very compelling case, James. Studying law must have its benefits...you know, like having strong well rounded arguments

JamesBBarnes: my arguments would make more sense if i would be allowed to study ya know 

JamesBBarnes: and it's Bucky 

Y/Nwhatthehell: ?

JamesBBarnes: my friends call me Bucky 

Y/Nwhathehell: so we're friends now, are we?

Y/N can't stop the feeling of giddiness that starts to inflate through her chest. She might not have gotten the flirtatious messages she was expecting, but this seems somehow better. More real.

JamesBBarnes: if we're playing matchmakers for our friends, might as well be, don't you think?

Y/Nwhatthehell: i think i'll need a stronger argument than that in order to help you

JamesBBarnes: tell you what. I'll buy you a coffee and a pizza if you help me with those two 

Y/Nwhatthehell: coffee and pizza? A man after my own heart

She wonders for a second if that comment will freak him out, but hangs her head with a grin that splits her face when she sees his reply.

JamesBBarnes: only for you babe 

Bucky stares at the screen, unable to process what he just sent. He likes this girl, likes how his first impression after seeing her profile hasn't changed after starting to talk to her. He knows how easy it is to lie away your life on social media, and he can admit he's more than excited that she seems as wholesome and funny through text, and not only through pictures. Following her and sending her that message yesterday was his genuine desperation at trying to do something, anything really to make Steve stop, but he didn't expect to actually want to keep talking to her. He really hopes he hasn't messed up anything, when 'Typing...' keeps appearing and disappearing.

Y/Nwhatthehell: i'll hold you to that, babe