#bl4ckdevl

[wedstrife-a]

have you been outside today?

the question lands squarely on its side, a coin teetering on intention— the monotonous puzzle of what another person could be thinking. peering over the top of her computer, its screen rendered a dissonant sprawl of tabs and overlapping windows, she lets it lie there. there's more movement within their offices, an influx of closed doors, than she'd like. but @bl4ckdevl is a symptom, not its root, and the smile lizzie offers, though wary, is not unkind.

she lingers in the clunky quiet of the in-between only a beat longer than polite consideration dictated, "what for?" yes. contrary to the state of her desk, neatly littered with all the accoutrements of her hypocrisy, no one had her shackled to her chair. she caught her glimpse of the city in the gauzy dim of early morning and once more beneath the amber haze of streetlights. just for now. while she waited for the world to settle beneath their feet.

"he's not in," tommy. "took the morning."

[wedstrife-a]

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES

there was an intimacy paradoxically easy about hands.   how much,   or deceptively little,   a gesture so simple could hold:   the brush of arms,   smoothing errant hair back into submission,   adjusting a collar.   @bl4ckdevl holds one now,   her hand between his,   fingers wending along the topography of her pliant palm with that almost clinical appreciation.   as if in silent inventory,   from the grooves of her fingerprints to the twitch of muscle beneath.   they catch along a raised white line bisecting the webbing between middle and ring fingers,   questioningly tracing the shape.   the handiwork of a teacup repurposed into an ashtray.   it’d slipped her fingers,   bouncing upward in jagged pieces toward her foolish grab.   “clumsy,”   she answers in nonanswer, her breath hitching as he swiftly brings it to his lips with a tenderness wholly incongruous to that sterile lens.  

lizzie watches in a bemusement not unpleasant, fingers curling around the contours of his chin. she commits it to memory, her own quiet filing. the bite of his stubble against her skin. the shape of his cheek beneath the soft arc of her thumb. she gently tugs him upward, pulling his face to hers. and she kisses him. it's an experimental brush of lips, probing and indulgent. careful not to linger. to push that modicum of distance back between them, eyes faintly narrowed in her search. "why are you so keen on me?"

[rescuefield]

@bl4ckdevl SENT : 🚢

bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter | all of above

[fckfield-arch]

m/f: 3E

safehouse bathroom having one tiny shower and barely hot water is already bad enough, having to share ( for pragmatic reasons ) and be left with the kind of feeling that makes you want to tear your skin off your body is even worse. so claire steps out in the room that serves as kitchen and bedroom, towel wrapped around her and another in hand to dry her hair; this is one of those times she wishes it would be shorter, it would take less effort - not that it matters anyway. claire can tell billy is feeling that pull too, the last time they had found themselves in this situation he had fucked her through the mattress just to be rudely interrupted by their jobs.

so this time, adrenaline rushing and sharp gaze set on her, claire makes a little show to loosen the towel around her body - back exposed and just enough of her ass to invite him to come closer. "i guess extraction will come in a bit for both, no?" she's just teasing him some, teeth biting on lower lip as auburn strands fall back on her shoulders a bit more dried. "come here," her arms open, pulling billy towards her before guiding his hands on her hips; towel falls on the floor soon after, which prompt her to pull off his in return. her mouth is on his then, fingers gripping at longer strands of hair before nails begin to slowly scratch over skin. "wanna continue from where we left last time?"

blue hues watch a grin pull on billy's lips, turning her around and bending her just enough over the table. his weight comes on her back later, hardened length pressing against her ass as he reaches for her mouth, lips pried open so that she could suck on them. it's not like she is going to say it out loud, but despite the attitude? she can pretend to be billy's good girl just fine, wetting fingers with her own saliva until he deems it's enough. a shudder runs through her spine as he begins to touch around her rim, tip of one finger in and circling slowly until she's ready for another - fingers shissoring as he leans down to spit on her ass.

"there should be something in the kitchen for ..." voice fades as fingers keeps hooking inside her, heat pooling between her thighs. admittedly she's gotten so wet billy might as well use her come to lubricate - and as movement comes to an alt and claire turns around just about to check he's still in the moment with her, she wonders if they've had the same idea. so of course he drives into her pussy first, no warning and fully inside to get himself wet; a few shallow thrusts before he pulls out, his actual target easier for reach now. he thrust in tip first, slowly to test waters and how much she can take.

"i'm not gonna break, you know." she's had worse than a poorly lubricated dick in her ass anyway. finally he fully thrusts in, a groan coming from him as hands tighten around her hips, pulling her up just enough to give him a better angle and view of his cock slick in and out of her ass. "yeah ... just like that," a shaky sight pushes past lips, slow pace picking up and his nails digging into her skin. "come on, give me your worst."

[heirceleste]

" look who's back. " lokelani

lokelani smiles softly - something that doesn’t reach her eyes. she’s in jeans today but there are designer heels on her feet and her braids are pulled back into one larger braid. there’s a dusting of make up today and she’s wear a blouse that brings out the golden flecks in her eyes. “and look who is in another immaculate suit.”

straightening the papers in on the table, she purses her lips and then adjusts them. wants to make sure they’re accessible to look at, she has to drop some off at shelters later in the day again too. “i’m just dropping off another round of job applications. what has you back here? i haven’t seen curtis yet this morning.” she’s looking at him only out of the corner of her eye, paying attention to the details of his suit and the lines of his body. handsome. holds himself the same way some of the vets do, rigid and ready to fight. wonder if that’s how he knows curtis.

with a sigh, she gives her full attention to the papers in front of her and adjusts them once more. applications for the farm which has on site housing, applications to be a driver, and ones for shop staff which can house two people if they don’t mind being roommates. she can’t hire many people, but it’s better than nothing. finally happy with the layout of the applications, lokelani steps back and turns her full attention to the suit.

“i’m lokelani by the way.” she doesn’t move closer to him or offer to hold out a hand, instead she’s trying not to focus on the pull of curiosity. the danger in his posture and expensive clothing.

@bl4ckdevl

[heirceleste]

[ bed ]

our muses have sex in a bed. lokelani + @bl4ckdevl

lokelani is still decorated in lace as her back hits the bed. a leg immediately wraps around billy and pulls him to her, wanting him as close as possible. the dress she wore to work was left behind on the way here, as were his tie and jacket. now, she wears only a lacy green bra and matching panties. the panties are stuck to her, soaking wet as she squirms beneath billy.

they’d been making out in the couch with his fingers inside of her as she raked her nails down his back. but a window washer had forced them to move into the bed. now flat on her back, lokelani whimpers and moans for more as a hand lands on her throat. “please billy. want you to fuck me,” she whines.

when billy is finally naked, lokelani pulls her panties to the side to expose herself. she’s dripping wet and it’s clear how turned on she is by her engorged clit. when he finally enters her, one of her hands comes flying up and her nails bite into his back. not in the mood for teasing, she tilts her hips up and moans at the change in position.

“please billy. wanna feel you.”

[h0lidaykill]

"Suppose you've gotta do what you gotta do."

"i don't know what you're talking about," cold, calculated - a little too fast coming from her mouth for a supposedly innocent woman. let the press believe what they want, see if she cares. "that on the news? it's all BS," there's an echo at the back of her mind, a voice gilda knows doesn't belong to her yet it sticks on her like a wine stain on a pretty dress. she doesn't share it, greedy at her core even when her hands are holding on to nothing.

"i'm tired of getting my place blown up," there's only so many houses the suburbs have available before the mob blows up the entire neighbourhood directly - gilda's not taking any chances this time. "heard you got some security gig going on. is it any good?"

[wedstrife]

she preferred his bed [his space. his things. his world: the confines of which demanded only that she exist] but longevity—the inexorable march of all of life's little trappings—pushed them further into her own and he'd handled it with admirable ease. fitting into her attempted impression of domesticity so neatly it was almost as if he'd always been there.

❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . @bl4ckdevl

and he had, she supposed.

in the dim of the room, its firmament washed in a tenebrous amber, lizzie hazily watches his scapulae—the soft flutter of muscle and bone like ruffled wing. the bow of his head between her parted thighs like prayer.

adoration.

her hips arch into his ministrations, his name incomprehensible on her tongue. a melange of taut sound and racing breath. blotting from her mind with dizzying aptitude all but the hot press of skin and cotton sheets and billy russo.

peel back cutis and muscle, part the cage of her ribs, and there he'd be: he and his aphotic eye. unrelenting. inevitable. she'd let him worm his way in; invited it. and in turn he'd haunted her marriage as the dark stain that precursed it. a wraith in the corner neither acknowledged except in abject avoidance. never gone long enough for the hole he'd left to misshapen.

her breath steadies to something she could catch beneath her palm and lizzie cards her fingers through his hair. "come here," she says, her voice soft and feathered.