Jun 23, 2021
@58324 && starter call.
“you want a drink? doesn’t have to be alcoholic.” because she likes to give the options, she likes to let people know that their choice of drink doesn’t have to be alcoholic.
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@58324 && starter call.
“you want a drink? doesn’t have to be alcoholic.” because she likes to give the options, she likes to let people know that their choice of drink doesn’t have to be alcoholic.
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sean & erin 📱
( text ; sean ) : you know, I was looking at you on that scene today.
( text ; sean ) : and all I've got to say is god damn
( text ; sean ) : if i didn't have to go interview someone I would've jumped you right then and there
sean & sylvie 📱
( text ; sean ) : You know, I've been thinking
( text ; sean ) : And I've been thinking hard about this so please don't laugh at me
( text ; sean ) : But there's something I need your opinion on.
“I’ve got you” ( erin )
Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body
AS SHE sat there, holding her knees to her chest in the tub, the honey blonde let the tears roll down her cheeks and wash away the blood. Part that was partly hers, and partly Jay’s. He had been kidnapped, hurt and bloody. But Erin couldn’t leave him in there alone. He was her partner. So she had gone in, undercover, to try and help get him out. But she ended up getting hurt herself. She had a few cuts and bruises all over her body, along with some cuts. But the blood that was covering her body, the majority of it wasn’t hers. It was from the man that was above her and she had struggled with. She got lucky. He got shot during the struggle instead OF HER.
AS SHE felt his hand on her skin, starting to wipe away the blood. She knew he could see the bruises on her back, along with the cuts here and there. But all she wanted to do was to forget what happened. But she couldn’t. The pain was too real. She was in pain. “I almost DIED TODAY.”
"Put your hand in the microwave or oven before you bring it near me."
fUCK SAKE SEV //
" it's not-- it-- " he stares for a good few seconds before letting out a sigh, shaking his head. " right. yeah, i'll go and put the metal arm in the fucking microwave, sean. that's a good idea. you know, there's a lot less dangerous ways to stop it from being cold, you useless twink. "
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“I want your cock inside of me.” ( Bucky )
eeeeyyyy 👀👀 //
bucky’s grip on sean’s thigh tightens-- sharp nails digging into skin and he gives a final, deep thrust of his other hand, metal fingers twisting inside of him before he pulls out entirely. he leans in, closing what little space remained between them.
“ see, was that so difficult to say? ” he grins, voice low and deep before he gives in and kisses sean. it’s deep and dirty and it’s just as intense as everything else has been. bucky’s never been good at doing things by halves. his hands skim, but the one at sean’s thigh remains, keeping him nice and spread as he shifts. hiss is released as he squeezes his cock; he’s been so focused on sean, it almost feels like too much as he moves, pressing against sean. almost.
“ one more time, doll. can you do that for me? tell me exactly what you want and you can have it. i wannna hear you. ”
// @58324
‘TIMER’ ( sylvie )
give herheroics a meme Send ‘TIMER’ for a starter where soulmates have a counter on their arm, counting down to when they meet.
THE NUMBERS on her wrist seemed to be always counting. Always counting down. Sylvie, of course knew what it was. It was counting down for the moment for her to meet her soulmate. Her soulmate. Supposedly they were meant to the person she was going to be spending the rest of her life with and the thing that worried her the most, that always me her re-think everything, was that this person could either be a her or a she and that it was all left up to fate to decide. For fate to decide just on who she was supposed to live the rest of her life with. And that, that worried her. More than to what it should.
But yet here she was. Seated at Molly’s with a cocktail in hand. Whomever her soulmate was, they were supposed to in this room. That’s unless things didn’t change over the next two minutes because that was how much longer she had on her timer and she was well.. worried. What if she didn’t like them? Or better yet...what if they didn’t like her? Finishing off her drink, Sylvie decided it was time to leave. If her soulmate was around then they’d find each other, because it was meant to be. But as she moved off her stool to slide on her jacket, she felt a body hitting hers and pushing her back as the two men in front of her were fighting. But Sylvie closed her eyes, expecting the ground to come before her but that didn’t happen. Instead, two strong arms engulfed the blonde before she hit the ground. Opening her eyes, Sylvie’s gaze found the eyes of the man that had caught her but that wasn’t what Sylvie was focusing on. No. What she was focusing on was the timer on her arm and his. Theirs had both hit all zeros. He was hers. And she was his. But she still couldn’t help the small word that came out of her mouth “HI.”
“leaving so soon?” ( sylvie )
Send me “leaving so soon?” to pull my muse back inside to kiss them.
PULLING HER pants up, Sylvie hopped around getting them into place. She needed to leave Sean’s apartment within the next five minutes otherwise she would definitely not have enough time to go home and get changed before going to the station. And she definitely could not be going to work in yesterday’s clothes. She’d get too much shit for it. Running her fingers through her hair, Sylvie went to leave the room but was stopped as she was gently tugged back down onto the man in the bed “You can’t do this to me. Not this morning. I have to be gone in a couple of minutes so I can go home and get dressed before heading to work, otherwise I’ll be wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday, to work. You’re going to make ME LATE.”