[securcity-archive]

she watches the venom that taints his lips, a rarity to see but not often aimed in her direction. eyes squint as she narrows her gaze onto his person, as though she can figure out his person and what he is trying to do while she brushes past all of the words that he throws her way. it feels like she is listening to a shell of a human, some version of jamie that is not embedded into her history; but rather a ruination version that he warned her of before. "don't do this," she scoffs, as disappointment bleeds to the surface of her war torn countenance, studying him as she stands before him, almost incredulous at his attempt to keep her at arms length. after she just finally eased the slack of her own limb and allowed him slightly closer to her own orbit not terribly long before. "the only way that you're gettin' me out of that car is kickin' and screamin', jamie." her hands are now on her hip as she tilts her chin to look up at him, brows knit together with an added fire igniting inside of her. "you'd save yourself a headache by just lettin' me go with you. why are you actin' like this?" the question follows her statement with an added pace, as if the words ripped out of her before she can even stop it as the thought curls forth in her mind's eye, almost baffled at the man that is standing in front of her.

[walkaers]

his train of thought is on a no - stops route, honed in on joshua walker. when it came to the younger, jamie had grown fiercely protective at a young age and it had only been accentuated with the departure from the hunting lifestyle that was intended to be their future. he'd never admitted just how fearful he was that joshua would land himself in hot water. the youngest walker had always been too curious for his own good, it was only a matter of time that such ideation became a reality. jamie's teeth grit tightly, his lips tightened as he holds back a hiss; all of which are extremely rare occurrences for him. normally, jamie was the good man in a storm: he never wavered, standing firm in a state that resembled calm. his gaze lands on hallie, a gruff sigh falling as the tension in his face fades. "josh fucked up, and when i say he fucked up: he fucked up royally, i don't want you anywhere near that shit when it hits the fan, don't you get that?" his brows are tightly knitted, voice increasing in volume at the end as if the stakes were so high that it wasn't in hallie's capability to grasp; in jamie's mind they were. and he couldn't allow himself to explain, to pause long enough to truly register the magnitude of the situation. jamie walker would begin to fall apart at the seams; he battled against it as if the state of affairs were a current dragging him into troubled waters. "so for the love of god, hallie, please just─" a hand rises, fingers locked together in a notion of desperation. "pick a place so i can figure this shit out."

[securcity-archive]

she can't deny the sting that follows his words that utters to her with the breath of a sigh. i don't want you to. it cuts like a jagged knife, digging to her chest, finding maliciously where her heart lay and exposing it to the world around them. but she refuses to let such hurt blossom on her visage, instead her steely resolve hardening as she stares down jamie with a fierce determination that she knows she possesses within her strong stature. jaw clenches, evidence in the way that the muscle flexes beneath taut skin as she tilts her chin, the same instinctive reaction that curls forth whenever she is within a stand off. "it's cute that you think i'm stayin' here, twiddling my thumbs while you go off and do this on your own," she muses, and there's a bitter smile that accompanies her words. the valleys of her collarbones reveal themselves beneath the straps of her tanktop, evidence of her taking in a deep breath, jugular swallowing with tension. "so when are we leaving?" she asks, and she is unable to fight the twitch to her brow when she lands hard on we.

[walkaers]

this, he thinks, is where their ugliness can and will rear its grisly head. stubborness is equalled, unwillingness to back down from the other is laid bare. jamie resolves that while it will never outwardly show, hallie is not immune to the effect it would have on her emotion to hear him refuse her company: to effectively shut her out of an aspect of his life. and he is determined to do so. her words elicit a tainted laughter, one that goes hand in hand with a shaking of his head that serves to quell the anger that threatens. "see, i think it's funny that you reduced yourself to that; i never expected you to sit and wait, and i definitely don't recall telling you to," he fires, raising a brow almost questioningly at her person; aiming to wear her down from the fight he is determined not to back down from. jamie would do this without hallie, whether she liked it or not. "the only way we are going anywhere, is if we're headed to rue and o's, or if you prefer to go and see ben and sarah," jamie pauses to outstretch an arm, gesturing for her to take her pick before continuing with, "be my guest, darlin', but there is no third option: you aren't coming."

[securcity-archive]

she can sense the barrier that is settling between the two of them, taking root into the group and furthermore by the words that land flat within the cavern of his mouth. he's blank, unreadable, and yet that just allows her to know what filters through his forefront all the more. at his words, she lifts from the bed as though it is time to leave; shoving clothes into her own duffle and readying for another trip spent hours on the open road and the same music that they have been listening to for weeks after the cassette got stuck. but when mocha hues settle on the outline of jamie's visage, his last words land hard and sharp, and there's evidence of her chest feeling as though it's desperately threatening to cave in. there's an incredulous expression on her visage, eyes narrowing and squinting at the other. "jamie, i'm coming with," she says, and there's a brief exhale akin to an amused chuckle that is forced past her brims as a way to show him that he is ridiculous if he thought that he would take this hunt on alone.

[walkaers]

when jamie wished to withhold himself from another, he would do so, but he found that when it came to shutting out hallie, it burned his insides. the underlying fear came with a overprotective streak that extended to the both of them, reached out for his brother in turn, leaving him in a state of unstable ground. "hallie," his voice is so faint that it's almost a sigh, a hand outstretching in a motion to stop that only falls short; palm hitting against his upper thigh with a dull smack. she was as stubborn as he, even more - so he truly believed. it left him in a position to choose between his selfish pride and hurting the woman he'd began to care for deeply, more than he'd expressed out loud. "i don't want you to." his head shakes in protest to his own admission, one that wasn't entirely true in itself, and it serves to pass off as an accentuation to his words. "not this one; not if josh is on edge." jamie is already anticipating her blow, knowing that the disbelief in her tone was a warning, asking him to retract his words and relinquish. he finds the tip of his tongue tapping against his back molars, leaving his jaw jutting to the left, and his gaze falling to the floor in a semblance of shame. she's going to cut me off at the knees for this, he thinks.

[walkaers]

a lopsided grin spreads as he says, "so. . . she finally found your ass, hm?" jamie walker's contact with sarah cameron had slackened during her separation from @benbraeden. texts were few and far between, phone calls even raren still; and when it came to ben, almost radio silence. jamie had expected it, too. for once, he wasn't privy to what had transpired between them; sarah had given a location days ago and upon his knocking on what he believed to be her motel room, he was face to face with ben instead. "and i'm guessin' she's not even here? cheeky bitch."

[walkaers]

joshua had called the night before. it was a conversation that jamie had taken outside, excusing himself from @securcity's presence to listen to his brother's slightly shaken voice: it wasn't often that joshua felt fear. like himself, they were raised to use fear as a fuel to keep them alert; to recognise your fight or flight response and listen, not panic. and his brother sounded on the border of such. "hal?" a flit of air left his nostrils, lips pursing before a slight clench of his jaw. despite knowing that hallie anders needed no protection from anyone ─ let alone a male ─ his personal need to shield her overrode the reaction he was bound to find. and maybe, he wasn't entirely ready for his family to pry into his first serious relationship. "i have to jet off: josh called, family emergency." outwardly, he projected an aura of collectedness, an almost blank demeanor; it reeked of business. "this isn't like the shit we've been doing, you could get hurt, so."

[walkaers]

“make me forget.”

the request is welcome, music even to his ears; as he too, wouldn't mind forgetting for a moment. regardless of how familiar himself and magdeleine were when it came to the highs and lows of the lifestyle thrust upon them, at times it was undeniably all too much. his stride takes him forward, a tenderness to the way he tucks a loose tendril behind her ear; there was time for that care to be lost, as he knew it would be in time. "hmm," he hums, knowingly even. exhaustion was threatening to plague, but sleep would come easier after their coupling; and the thought alone caused a stirring in him.

tenderness was discarded in the way the hand that lingered gripped the side of her face, the lust clear in the expression that shifted from compassionate to lustrous in nature. he craved the ecstasy he felt when he was buried between her thighs, the feeling of her nails against the muscular surface of his back; jamie, too, wanted to be made to forget. he cranes downward to meet her, lips crashing into hers to share in an eagerly passionate exchange; a firm hand pulling her body against his own with an intensity that left no space between them. in his need for air, the location of heated kisses trail her jawline and pause near the lobe of her ear, a thirsted huskiness drawling as he complies; "i'll make you forget."

[priquintana-deactivated20241209]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETER GADIOT (02.01.1986)

[soothsayher]

you with me? yeah. yeah i'm with you. @walkaers

[leneemusing]

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?” 

[securcity-archive]

she feels the aching pull from him as he draws her even closer, slotting her perfectly between his legs from where he leans against the back of the couch. there's a hitch tucked within her breath at his words, the promise that is laced within them sending her nerves dizzying. but she bites back against her instincts, knowing how they gnaw on her bones like a damning request. run, hallie anders; it's the only thing that you're good at. but there's something nested in the bed of jamie's hues that makes her feel like perhaps it doesn't have to be the only thing. she tugs the swell of her lower lip between her teeth as she exhales a terse breath from her nose, fighting the internal battle within her. the selfishness, the aching, the desperation. all of this was still so new to her.

"just promise me something," hal whispers, and she almost wants to bite the words back before she uttered them. tuck them behind her teeth and swallow them before his ears could have picked up on them, though she's sure that he could hear every cursed whisper that drifts from her brims from how close they are. "usually when i get this close to people, when i let them in.. i bounce." her eyes look up at his, an ache settling in their shared glance. "don't let me run. okay?" it's a big ask, and she knows; but it's not one that she has asked another to do before. she doesn't have the confidence in herself to not self destruct; but she knows that she desperately wants to fight against her past. of repeated behavior. "'cos jamie; i care about you. i don't..." there's a pause, hesitating. "i don't wanna lose you."

[walkaers]

jamie can sense the urge from her to pull free, and he holds her hips firm; refusing to let her slip from his grasp now that he has her. it's exhilarating and petrifying in the same beat, driving him to push this further and slow it down. a body was simply a body, jamie and hallie were the same in that retrospect. but to bare your soul to another human being, silently begging them to treasure it rather than take advantage of it? that was the defining moment. it was what they were trying to do with one another now, offer up the most intimate parts of themselves. "then we're the same," he admitted, a crease forming between his brows. jamie had never settled, he had never taken a chance at love. and though, they had barely touched upon it with one another; his heart is telling him that this is what it's like. that he could love her, more than he had ever dared imagine. that maybe he already does.

"i won't let you run." his voice is confident, finding his footing with the reassurance that she has provided him. he knows that despite her fear, she wants to stay. and hallie wants him to make sure that he doesn't let her go. his touch graces the side of her face, his own inching closer to her own until he can feel her breath upon his cheeks. "and you won't lose me, i can promise you that much." and before he could talk himself out of it, jamie closes the gap between them with lips locking with her own in a mixture of sweetness and raw passion. a thumb brushed along the curvature of her cheek, hand at her waist drawing her closer; as if at any moment she would break free of him.

[sniperhalstead]

[sundaynightfilms]

Stress Is Three, 1968

[dailyworldcinema]

HAPPY TOGETHER (1997) dir. Wong Kar-wai

[edjerse]

THE O.C. | S01x21 - The Goodbye Girl

[gresit]

STILL BREATHING (1997) dir. James Ford Robinson

[billyloomiis]

@dumbmuse

[securcity-archive]

there's a current against her when he utters the words, but hal stays grounded against the waters. she holds her balance, desperate to not waver, but she can't deny the way that her body instinctively yearns to flee when such vulnerability seeps into the air between them upon the admittance. she has heard worships to her body like she's a temple to pray to, compliments that laden within a kiss, but never something that bears the weight of truth like it does with jamie, now. inky lashes flutters briefly, lids half closing as she fights against the turmoil that plagues her all the way down to her marrow. it knows her better than she knows herself, a destruction waiting to happen. she is an infection, slowly killing those around her. but oh.. maybe jamie can be the antidote.

a hand lifts away from the warmth of his shirt, noting the way that she can feel the stutter in the lines of his abdomen, and she palms the sharp line of his jaw, directing him so that he can't flee his gaze from being on her. it's a powerful thing, not one that she thought that she was capable of, herself. she can't deny the instinctive curl of wanton desire, but something that blossoms beneath it all is the urge to protect him. "you better be sure, because you mean somethin' to me too." she doesn't mean for the admittance to come across as threatening, or as if she's challenging him. her own fear laces in the undercurrents of her timbre, and she worries that it dilutes the meaning of what she wants to utter. "i...." she swallows thickly, and now she's the one who losing the control. the upper hand. "shit, i need you, jamie." she doesn't dare want to know what a life would be like after jamie walker.

[walkaers]

there had been fleeting moments in his life, ones where jamie wondered if this was the best it was going to get; the hunt, travelling, returning home once a year at most just to soothe a mother's need to see her son. it hadn't been until their little group had formed, until he met hallie anders, that jamie started to believe that there was more out there. that he deserved something more. yet, the vulnerability it had left him with was a difficult pill to swallow. he had a weakness, he had multiple. and when it came to hallie, jamie knew that she had all the power; he would break every rule in his book, if it mean that she would stay.

his expression betrays him as his eyes widen, surprised with the act of her lifting his face to meet her gaze. jamie is desperate to break it, fearing where this conversation will end up; until she's warning and reassuring him all in one beat and he can't draw back the quiver at the edges of his lips. with the ghost of a smile upon his features, jamie finally works up the nerve to place hands upon the curvature of her waist and draw her closer, shifting his legs so she can fit between. "yeah. yeah, i need you too." there's a rasp of emotion to his words, brows furrowing in the slightest. it was a hard admission to make, but hallie taking that plunge first has the words almost effortlessly tumbling from him. "so don't leave my ass," he laughs under his breath, fingertips bunching in the fabric of the clothes of his she was wearing. "it'd get ugly."

[securcity-archive]

her eyes narrows onto him when it feels like his words cut through her like a jagged knife; he knows her better than she would like to admit. being reserved to the road and sharing cheap motel rooms will do that to partners; trapped with nothing to focus on aside from knowing all the intimate details of the other, down to the way that they take a breath to the gait in their steps. his comment feels weighted, like heavy stones have strategically placed on her chest, pressing down and pinpointing where her heart is, to remind her that someone else knows where it is. someone else can feel it beneath their touch; and that person is jamie.

each fleeting second feels baited now, like a cat and mouse game. who will break, who will turn away first; who is the coward? hal knows it's her, but she refuses to admit to such. the valleys of her collarbones lift within the deep breath she takes, swallowing thickly, and fighting against her instincts. "you never had a partner before," hal echoes, and her steps starts to casually carry her towards where he stands leaning against the back of the couch. she takes in one more puff of her cigarette, pressing it down onto the ashtray nearby while it was still half full. she can pay him back for that later. hal continues as she steps closer, narrowing within his orbit, pulled in by the magnet that is unspoken between them.

her fingers lift to his shirt, an intimate and purposeful detail as she looks down to the way it lays against his chest. when she takes in a deep breath, it's nothing but him that fills in her lungs. "so why me?" it feels like a final blow. like she has struck something powerful against him, and her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt for purchase, looking at him this close. "you could've ditched me after the first hunt, but you didn't. why?" perhaps some part of her wants to hear him say that she's special; that there is some effect that hallie anders has on jamie walker. to know that the thoughts and the feelings that plagues her is not standing on her own. "tell me, jamie."

[walkaers]

he's losing his traction and knows it. as soon as his peripheral catches sight of her moving towards him, he can feel the walls beginning to close in; she's going to push this to the point of no return, and jamie isn't sure what to do about it. does he relent? he wonders if it's even what she wants to hear, or if it's the final blow that she drives through him before she walks. his heart is thudding in his chest, cigarette perched between his lips and he finds his teeth sinking into the butt as her frame is before him; hands in his shirt and the words are only clawing at him further. and she's asking, over and over in different ways until the final call is half request, half demand. and he's pausing, too long. swallowing hard in attempt to work up the nerve, calm the storm she waged inside of him. silently, he was cursing her for this. it was the ultimate check - mate.

cigarette was pinched out, discarded to the floor. his reluctant gaze finally meeting her own, hands feeling useless at his sides. "because," he began, feeling foolish, childish, in the way he pauses. jamie had hunted for the past fifteen years, he knew fear like the back of his own hand; he'd felt it more than any other emotion, familiarised it, used it. yet, jamie walker had never felt a fear like this one. and he was in it's prison. the words seemed to allude him, unable to get them out; they were criss-crossing over inside of his head and his tongue was tied. he wants to reach out and touch her, close the gap between them, yet he fears the space that could come after. so, he jumps. "i like having you around." his gaze drops, brows furrowing as he wills himself to continue. essentially, he is giving her a piece of him now, and he's silently begging her not to use it against him. "you mean something to me." jamie dares meet her eyes now, his mouth dry as the anxiety pumps through his veins. hallie had him right where she wanted him to be, and he wonders if this was truly the answer she wanted.