ACE PILOT.

independent jack pattillo from achievement hunter / let's play's grand theft auto series. as loved by amber. established: 10/4/17.

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*  001 : LINDSAY TUGGEY.

with each and every touch, one’s spine shudders into complete submission of the other, – almost dropping in an act of weakness against the hardwood underneath. still looking up at her counterpart, there’s a glint in visions that mimic innocence, but not quite. her body exhales a chuckle at the other’s suggestion, finding a comfort in the gentle tug on her own hair. teeth gently tease along a bottom lip, eyes never gazing away from the other’s features.  ‘  not really.  ’  it’s all honesty that feeds the inquiry, in a hushed tone, that is before the woman continues, –  ‘  do you want me to be good ?  ’  

amusement stretched on gentle features, frame leaned somewhat so that lips could press softly against the woman’s spine. tenderness sure to be erased once the depravity continued and the duo became more enraptured by the pleasure which the situation provided. frame recoiled as careful hand traced the curvature of lindsay’s physique, tortuously slow in movement as though to ensure that the moment lasted. “princess, you’re going to want to be good after this.” voice purred as the open palm of one’s hand left a crimson flush upon the sensitive flesh of lindsay’s ass, lips fixed into a chesire grin at the satisfaction the action produced within.

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i want the k ( yolo? )

1. HOT AND STEAMY :  @inscnus.

the queen and the vagabond were no strangers to arguments whether physical or verbal. it was like a game for the two that neither were able to refuse to become part of. some ended in an apology and some ended in an interrogation by the rest of the crew. silent prayer uttered that the latter would not occur this time for the argument had reached greater heights than before. personal insults thrown out to cause pain as fingers were pointed, fists were thrown. as much as the two would vehemently deny that either derived enjoyment from the bouts, the auburn haired woman’s response to the climax of this particularly destructive argument certainly argued otherwise. “i fucking hate you.” exclamation lost all power as feverish kiss was pressed against his lips, arms ascended and encircled the vagabond’s neck. aggression unleashed upon him as teeth grazed against his lower lip, laughter following as though pleased with her actions as lips parted. “you deserved that.”

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I want the K ;3;

21. THEN THERE’S TONGUE :  @sortamaliicious.

exquisite ballroom filled to the brim with socialites, businessmen and political figures. a prime opportunity for the fakes to cause a little havoc. well planned heist that required countless hours and a lot of focus for even the smallest mistake could throw the plan off. a wealthy businessman had been the intended target. fearless leader had apparently overhead chatter about some diamonds that were meant to be auctioned at the event. it would have gone without an error had the redhead not been tasked as the distraction alongside the vagabond. a stressed voice boomed into the earpiece hidden by tendrils of curled hair – geoff had fucked up. all he had to do was steal the security access badge from the gentleman in question and yet, he had managed to ruin even the easiest of tasks. “honey, there you are! we have to go, unfortunately. something urgent has happened.” voice raised several octaves as the auburn haired woman pressed into the frame of the gentleman, head canted upward to offer a smile as hand wrapped around forearm and tugged. 

once the two were at the bustling bar, expression shifted to one of seriousness. “he lost track of the tar-..” voice trailed as azure hues locked onto the individual in question who strode across the marble to the same location in which the two stood. luckily, geoff had followed (although quite a few steps behind). “you’re getting your distraction, geoffrey. get ready to steal it and disappear.” without a moment of further contemplation or consideration for the vagabond’s feelings about the distraction, a hand wrapped around his neck. with the assistance of the stilettos that adorned her feet, jack was able to apply a kiss to his lips. it had been little more than a peck at first but desire to cause a significant distraction blurred morality and consequence as it became more heated. fingers clutched at pale flesh beneath as tongue traced softly against the gentleman’s lower lip as eyelids fluttered to a close.

forehead pressed firmly against his own as she attempted to regain breath, a slight laugh as crimson filled plump cheeks. moment of pure bliss shattered as their leader’s voice boomed into the earpiece once more. “badge is mine. enjoy your evening, you two.” hands descended and rested against one’s attire as smirk remained glued to thin lips. “thanks handsome.”

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*  002 : LINDSAY TUGGEY.

‘   - mhm,  ’  it’s barely audible, far too in a haze to look over at the other, - hands, almost, shaking as they grip onto the railing. inhale, exhale. but, one’s words caused a while, a quiet laugh.  ‘   thank you, jack.   ’  it brought along reassurance, - a calmness that the woman embraces. even if it’s for only a minute. ‘   but, – what if i can’t do it ? what if i let you down ? the crew ?   ’ the inquires, they lace themselves with anxiety, as a look, one that mimicked worry, is given towards the opposing redhead.

confusion laced on gentle features as crease settled between knitted eyebrows, lips pursed as though in contemplation of the female’s concerns. not necessarily unfounded given the success rate of heists in conjunction with the crew’s reaction toward the newly appointed leader. “what if you let me down?” words echoed as though spoken in foreign tongue, azure hues cast to the horizon as sigh escaped. “you couldn’t, lindsay. we all make mistakes, we all fall down. but what matters is how we respond. if you promise not to give up on this?” pause as vision focused upon the redhead, solemn smile on dark lips. “you’ll never let me down.” though the woman could not attest to the rest of the crew who had since disbanded and headed home.

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*  001 : HARRY HART.

  watching the law like watching nothing but birds scrambling ,      thick rimmed specs were gradually removed,  snapped shut  &  replaced with a spare pair of sunglasses for all the poetic justice of it being absolutely idiotic,  but he was never one to miss conforming to the theme of the evening.  “ let them know you’ve a geriatric on board,  maybe they’ll bugger off.  ”   head tipping back with lashes falling heavy behind blackened glass,  it’s uttered below groggy tones,   BEMUSED  but made entirely light in the buoyancy of a fleeting huff.    “ or perhaps they’ll ram us, I’ll bust a hip  and  fall into the ocean. ”

pack of hungry vultures loomed close behind. how joyous a sight it must have been to tourists! a scene played out as though it were torn from the latest action film. would it be inappropriate for jack to pull the vehicle over and sign a few autographs? gentle laugh echoed at the thought. head canted once more to witness the man’s change of accessories. “perhaps the geriatric on board needs to be taken home for an afternoon nap. come on, harry, where’s your sense of adventure?” an exasperate expression flushed across the woman’s countenance, slight scowl presented at the gentleman’s comment. “if you’re suggesting that i’m not skilled enough to avoid being rammed, you are about to be proven wrong.” hand ascended to adjust the rear view mirror as the vehicle drifted with ease into a narrow alleyway and accelerated with a great deal of speed. “still worried about breaking that hip, old man?”

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fahchaus:

go jack go, kick their asses

also, this could be a sticker, thoughts?

my patreon, commission

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

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chivalrousxhybrid:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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“weird, isn’t it? being in control of it all.” azure hues scanned the skyline as frame pressed into the barrier that contained the apartment’s balcony. head canted, slight smile present on one’s lips as though in an attempt to provide some resemblance of empathy. “you know for what it’s worth, you deserve to be the leader of the crew. let the critics say all those nasty things, you have my complete confidence.” 

CLOSED STARTER :  @tvggey.

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emptyfishtanks:

Screenshot redraw from the stream a few days ago! A+ criminals

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closed starter for @ideolgue.

“what reason could you have to suspect that i’m some sort of criminal mastermind? not that i am not flattered by the suggestion but you will find it’s quite incorrect as many of your fellow detectives will agree.”

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*  001 : LAWRENCE SONNTAG.

       ‘   – — can’t tell if that the look you’re giving me is supposed to scare me, – or arouse me.   ’

“you are the only person who could possibly derive pleasure from such a thing, lawrence. and as much as i enjoy these repulsive tendencies of yours, we have business to discuss.”

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astarcloud:

fahc Jack sketches!

I had a really hard week, so not a lot of stuff to post

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double     bubble     disco     queen     headed     to     the     guillotine.    skin     as     cool    as    steve    mcqueen,    let    me    be    your    killer    king    queen.

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CHARACTER AESTHETICS (4/?): @faxwhispering.

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*  ♡ LINDSAY.

     a gentle exhale. plump lips moving ever-so lightly against soft, pale skin - leaving a more recognized mark against the other’s knee. fingertips teasing among thighs, eager.  her own knees reddening from the carpet placed underneath, - one didn’t mind, though. the only fabrics covering the phoenix, - lingerie, made to please a partner. tonight, she toyed with with the idea of indulgence, knees on the floor, in the hands of a beloved pilot.  ‘  am i, – being too good for you ?  ’  it’s questioned in a hushed tone, now looking up at the woman, blinking innocently, as a smirk teased itself against features. 

slight chuckle at the question though it was quashed almost immediately and replaced with a devilish smile. too excited by the sight to even comprehend the consequences of such a lustful decision as this. delicate fingertips eased across the surface of pale flesh and explored further, desperate to rip at the lace that concealed what little flesh remained unseen. ❛ too good? no such thing. ❜ response spoken with the same hushed tone of which lindsay applied as those same fingers ensnared auburn locks and tugged ever so gently so as not to disturb the beauty.  ❛ do you like being good, princess? tell me the truth. ❜