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﹙ that's ⠀what ⠀we ⠀do ⠀for ⠀a ⠀living ﹚ —— ᵂᴱ ⠀ᵀ̲ᴬ̲ᴷ̲ᴱ.

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#𝗜𝗩𝗬𝗟𝗔𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗘. a private and highly selective portrayal of a.j. from the 2010 film takers. this blog will contain sensitive and triggering material —— follow at your own discretion. sideblog to @thecrypt. minors and personal blogs do not interact.

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ALEXIS JAMES " A.J. " ██████. CISMALE HE / HIM. LATE TWENTIES - EARLY THIRTIES. THE PROFESSIONAL TAKER. SPOTIFY PLAYLIST.

legal name:   alexis james ██████.

nicknames:   a.j, jay, j.j.

pronouns:   he/him.

age:   late twenties to early thirties.

orientation:   bisexual.

species:   human.

birthplace:   miami, florida.

last seen:   los angeles, california.

occupation:   professional bank robber specializing in spectacular robberies.

education:   high school, college drop out.

hair color:   blonde.

eye color:   blue.

height:   6′2″.

piercings/tattoos:   no piercings, many tattoos from neck to hands, several of which are religion inspired. including la virgen de guadalupe on his left arm, and the crown of thorns around his right wrist.

scars:   several. mostly on hands and knuckles.

habits:   cigarette smoker. social drinker.

skills: highly intelligent, piano, basic construction and electric field work from working odd jobs in college, heist planning, lying and impersonating, marksmanship, never losing a fight.

religion: raised catholic. no longer practicing.

languages: english (native), spanish (fluent).

extras: he has a private pilot license, rarely seen without that fucking hat, dropped out of cornell university to pursue a luxurious life of crime instead of finishing his business degree, a percentage of his earnings are donated to charity after each job.

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character tropes:   ivy leaguer turned criminal, the womanizer, smooth talker, sharp dressed man, a mind for business, former frat boy, the mediator and peace keeper, catholic trauma, heroic sacrifice, the thief that gives back.

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❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ @ivylaegue | I made it a starter because I can

They always said, crime doesn't pay. The only people who ever said that were chumps. Growing up, kids like Molly did what they had to to help their families...to survive, and everyone looked down on them for it. Said they'd never be good at anything, for anything. Joke's on them, though; the kids like Molly were real good at being bad, and the crime certainly paid well.

No matter what she could afford these days, how comfortable they could live, this life also came with a few caveats. Thieves would be thieves, of course, and the money would constantly be a draw for the worst kinds of people. Molly had run with some harsh folks before going solo, and it appeared now that those same folks wanted what she'd taken from them--because of course she'd never left empty-handed.

AJ's the only one she's ever been able to put any amount of trust in, and that wasn't much. Still, she'd had no other thought but to come to him when she'd needed help. Who knew if that was the wisest decision or not?

The only one who gets to kill you, is me.

Her eyes flick upward to meet his, and she huffs. A breath of a laugh at what was likely meant to be comforting...or at least get her out of her own head for five minutes. Molly leans forward, elbows on her knees. "That's assuming you could catch me, honey."

[ivylaegue-1]

there isn't much that's certain or guaranteed in the lifestyle they've chosen —— it mostly all comes down to how lucky you are. the skills you possess, how to hone those said skills and hope it's enough to help keep you alive. ( or at the very least, keep you out of prison. ) and if you were to ask A.J, sometimes ... sometimes, it's about having fun. the rush and the thrill —— but most importantly; the ability to live the comfortable and sometimes luxurious life that most aren't fortunate enough to have. how else could he possibly afford this apartment?

regardless, the only thing that can almost always be promised is having someone trailing your tail. whether it be a bitter former colleague or the government if you're really somebody worth it —— it didn't matter, someone always wanted what they think they're owed. and he can't help but still feel a strong sense of duty to her; the desire to continue wanting to ensure her safety. it's a promise he doesn't take lightly to anyone he offers it to, not even after other attachments had been severed.

his more than harmless jest came from a place of wanting to see her laugh ... and his grin only widened once it seemed to have worked well enough. ❛❛ wouldn't be too hard... i've caught you plenty of times, cariño. ❜❜ the tease and matching affection was easy to drip from his tongue as he moved to sit in the seat across from her, he leans back comfortably and studies her for a moment —— the apprehension was practically oozing from her pores. still, his goofy grin remained intact; as if silently trying to convey that everything'll be fine. ❛❛ so who'd you piss off this time? ❜❜ his brow gave a playful quirk in curiosity. ❛❛ and what do they want back? ❜❜

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[ivylaegue-1]

there was no need to ask how his day had gone —— the answer had been silently provided in the way he let the door shut behind him a little louder than necessary, in the way his muscles were tense when she greeted him with a welcoming hug; and now in the way his fervent lips were busy claiming hers with less than a handful of words exchanged. his intentions were clear and evident ... but he'd still gently grab her hand to guide it towards him in the chance that they weren't enough.

« angélique » someone's needy. | | | | | | @frxncaise.

her words rang through as he pressed her hand against his stirring arousal, hardening desire only further proving her point. he'd hum a gruff sound of agreement as he leans back in to capture another kiss —— taking blind steps towards the bedroom and pulling her along with him as lips deepened the connection. a tilt of his head to allow more access for his tongue to gain entry; putting faith into each step he took backwards.

❛❛ take off your clothes, querida. ❜❜ it's a soft but firm order once the contact was broken —— his hands were quick to begin work on his own outfit. he reached to carelessly toss his hat aside before arms were escaping from beneath suspenders and letting them fall to his side ... his fingertips soon began plucking at the buttons of his shirt. each movement was urgent, desperate to put his pent-up emotions elsewhere. his gaze flittered up to find her from beneath lashes for only a fleeting moment in between unbuttoning. almost challenging. ❛❛ be a good girl for me, huh? ❜❜

[ivylaegue-1]

« ellie » i need to come. please, i'll do anything. | | | | | | @secondhandmckie.

no one would dare say he isn't an observant man —— taking notes of every reaction he's earned; every jerk of her body, every arch of her back, every sound elicited beneath the scrutiny of his hands and tongue. it's knowledge he'll lock away for when he needs it most ... to use to his advantage when he wants to make her squirm. now here he was —— head positioned between her legs, and he's being cruel. his fingers that have been working diligently to open her up and his mouth that drove the effort forward were all quickly retreating once he felt the clench. once he tasted the finish line drawing closer and closer. again.

❛❛ you look so pretty like this... ❜❜ it's breathed against her skin as he so boldly ignores her protests. pretends he hadn't heard them at all. blues wander up to find her from beneath lashes —— her flushed cheeks, chest heaving; he meant it. though he himself didn't look nearly as well composed as he acted ... blond hair mussed after his hat had been carelessly knocked off as soon as bodies found solace atop the mattress, and a throbbing ache beneath a pair of boxers. the sole piece of fabric acting as their only barrier if he ever decided to finish up this current so-called game. luckily, his own patience was beginning to unravel.

❛❛ wish you could see yourself right now. ❜❜ he whispered as neck tilted to trail a wet line of kisses along her inner thigh. long digits gently grazed over folds with an expertly teased precision —— and once he's certain her looming orgasm has strayed far enough, he'll reintroduce them. two fingers pushing in as his head does yet another dip; warm breath fanning over where she was most sensitive as his lips part once again to speak. ❛❛ ask nicely... tell me why you deserve it. ❜❜

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« tiffany » come in me. i need you to fill me up. | | | | | | @godforbidrp.

a groan of appreciation scratches the back of his throat at her plea —— primal sounds always manage to escape him when she lovingly spoon feeds him the lewd things he wants to hear. his hands on her hips keep her pinned to the mattress while he hovers over her to keep her movements halted, and he's focused; focused on not letting such simple words send him over the edge. not just yet, anyway... he isn't ready.

❛❛ fuck, baby— ❜❜ it's practically a growl as he adjusts himself, standing on knees that sunk into the plush bedding below as he folds her over herself more —— fingers digging into soft skin as he fixes hands at the crooks of her knees. concentrated with eyes screwed shut, his tongue forms over his upper lip as he lets his head fall back for a moment. ❛❛ don't say that 'less you mean it... ❜❜

his gaze flutters back open after an agonizing few seconds and immediately falls back to where they're connected; watching where her cunt formed around his length. wet and sticky —— he gave a few experimental rolls into her and his words were practically gritted between teeth. ❛❛ not when 'm this fuckin' close. ❜❜

[secondhandmckie]

When she spoke, it had been under the assumption it was her friend. After all, it's the same time they meet--every day, like clockwork. He comes from his job, meets her at the bench, and they leave for lunch. He's running behind today...so she'd settled in with her book, until she heard footsteps.

Her words were meant to be humorous--but the voice replying wasn't the one she'd been expecting. Ellie's head snapped to the side, her eyes wide as she looked up at the man (an actual stranger, funny enough), gawping lamely.

"I d-don't...smoke." She managed after a moment, her features flushing bright red. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were--" Did that matter? It didn't, right? What did somebody have to do for a hole to open up and swallow them these days? "It's..." Oh, god, this was embarrassing. "It's called The Heist. Um...it's...romance. A conman and an FBI agent fall in love and..." Ellie offers a sheepish sort of smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I thought you were a friend of mine."

[ivylaegue-1]

if the look of horror etched across her features upon finally finding his gaze hadn't been a sweet enough reward on his end for the miscommunication —— then the flushing of cheeks and stammering of words that followed surely was. he almost felt bad. almost. another laugh rumbled in his chest, but he hums understandingly at her lack of a lighter. ❛❛ right... i figured most people just kept 'em on them in case of emergencies... like the kind that involve strangers in desperate need of a cigarette. ❜❜

his bent angle straightened out as she began explaining the book currently tucked in her hands —— and for reasons unbeknownst to her, he couldn't withhold the crooked grin and laugh that escaped. the irony certainly wouldn't be lost on him. his head nods slowly. ❛❛ sounds interesting. not very realistic though, don't ya'think? ❜❜ it's a tease as he crosses towards the opposite side of the bench.

❛❛ don't worry about it, you could've been a hell of'a lot ruder. ❜❜ he'll return the smile as his pack is shoved back into his pocket —— at least until he sees someone lighting up nearby. but until then... he gestures towards the empty spot beside her. ❛❛ mind if i sit? got some friends on their way. i promise not t'disturb your reading too much. ❜❜

[ivylaegue-1]

pianist fingers grazed above the keys, producing an almost melancholic song with practiced ease that melded into the walls of the nearly empty building. his features shone beneath the dim lighting now closing shop for the night —— attica's club ; the establishment does well for itself and makes for a convenient spot for the men to conspire, and nothing makes him more proud than to see his friend's surname on the sign that advertises it. but like a shot, his symphony paused at the feeling of being watched... of company joining him from behind, and he glanced over his shoulder to find them. ❛❛ common courtesy is t'say hello... maybe offer me a drink... shit like that, y'know. ❜❜

« faye » i'm here for business —— not pleasure. | | | | | | @honeyrage.

the quick retort made him laugh and he moved to grasp his cigarette patiently waiting for him in the ashtray sitting atop the grand instrument. bringing it towards his lips, he turned his neck to exhale the remainders away from the both of them. always the gentleman. though the idea of more business after his own meeting almost made him dismiss her entirely —— can't he have one night without prospects?

❛❛ that's a damn shame. ❜❜ it's answered simply with a small smile as he keeps his back facing them, hands returning to the black and white buttons and continuing his melody as if he hadn't missed a single beat. ❛❛ word of advice? you probably shouldn't sneak up on people who carry a gun. ❜❜ corners of lips plucked into a grin as his fingers gracefully moved. ❛❛ what d'you want, faye? ❜❜

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the strike of a match gave birth to a flame, born with an orange glow that momentarily colored his features as it was brought closer towards the cigarette hanging loosely. in only an instant it would ignite tobacco with an audible sizzle and his hand retreated —— shaking out the flammable and killing it just as quickly as he gave life to it. he offered the stick out to her, filter slightly dampened by his own lips, with a hum instead of a question.

« angélique » i don't smoke. | | | | | | @frxncaise.

her response earned a laugh deep within his chest and he nodded before taking his own drag. ❛❛ good, ❜❜ it's finally stated as he lifts his head back —— exposing throat as he exhales the remnants from his lungs into the air above them. blues watching for only a moment as smoke swirled around them like vultures before he continues his thought. ❛❛ apparently these things are terrible for your health. ❜❜

with a grin tugging crookedly on the corners of lips, his hand reaches out for his still untouched glass of whiskey and offers it to her instead. his brow quirks questioningly. ❛❛ what about a drink? d'ya drink? ❜❜

[ivylaegue-1]

me after watching him singlehandedly beat three men with just a broken broom and his bare hands: he's literally never done anything wrong in his entire life???

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜

❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

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something something, aj + ur muse = favorite by isabel larosa, when??

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