The  Gun  Is  Still,  But  Her  Breath  Isn’t.  It  Slips  Through  Clenched  TEETH  As 

an non - spicy starter call so a regular one ? ( obvious subject for existing ships that it to be shippy if that’s the direction I go in )

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

she  finds  silence  after  a  non-committal  hum.  unreactive  and  broken  into  far  worse  over  far  less  because  at  least  he  wasn't  swinging  fists  over  care.  antiseptic  soaking  into  broken  flesh,  the  scent  of  it  filled  the  air;  sharp,  clean,  trying  too  hard  to  cover  the  deeper  wounds  underneath.  like  it  always  did.  ❛  in  the  job  description  to  make  at  least  a  bit  of  fuss.  ❜  gloria  doesn't  offer  a  forced  line  of  reassurance  to  coddle  irritation  or  pride;  she  grasps  the  local  syringe  instead  and  warns.  ❛  you'll  feel  a  pinch  and  some  burning.  ❜

no  softness,  no  special  kindness.  just  the  flat,  practiced  efficiency  of  someone  who  had  seen  too  many  men  tear  themselves  apart  trying  to  prove  they  didn’t  feel  anything.  no  time  was  wasted,  of  course.  needle  unlodged  from  muscle  and  bone,  discarded  with  a  twitch  of  her  jaw.  ❛  depends  on  a  few  things  because  if  you  caught  someone's  tooth,  you'll  need  more  than  just  a  couple  stitches.   ❜  pattern  of  movement  like  the  most  practiced  dance,  no  hesitation,  no  inadequacies.  she'd  learned  the  moment  she  exchanged  one  war  zone  for  another;  overseas  or  cityscape,  there  was  no  room  for  mistakes  or  squandered  seconds.

❛  nothing  bubbled  up,  so  you're  in  the  clear.  still  need  stitches.  ❜  she  paused.  standing  to  snap  off  an  old  pair  of  gloves  for  anew.   ❛  assuming  you  want  dissolving  stitches,  save  you  another  trip  and  time  wasted.  ❜

he held no ill-will against her personally, it was the vulnerability of being exposed that made his jaw clench & his skin crawl. even with a quiet voice, he felt a tingle in his spine. a reminder that he couldn’t do this on his own. sighing through his nose, calloway raised his hand & grimaced at the movement, but it was more at the sight of the angry skin that was flushed with shades of pink & red.

his eyebrows twisted as he pinched his lips into a thin line. “ it ain’t that bad. no reason to make a damn fuss, y’know. ”

it had been his fault. calloway conveniently left that piece of information out when he came to get things checked over. but why would he admit that he lost control over his temper? the station knew he had a short fuse & it often got shorter when he was put in a room with people who pushed his buttons. if anyone was to blame, it was the suspect who went too far, but as captain jones reminded him, calloway should have been in more control. it was the same old song & dance only this time, he not only injured a suspect, he also injured himself.

“ this isn’t gonna take long, is it? ” he asked as his jaw tightened as the lights overhead buzzed in his ears making him shift in his seat.

❛  i'm  going  to  wait  until  i'm  on  my  deathbed,  get  in  the  last  word  and  then  die  immediately.  ❜

holt & diaz quote starters // @walkeddeath

Adria Arjona in Andor S02E04

making a new oc cause why wouldn’t I ?

held  under  her  tongue,  kept  between  her  TEETH.  ❛  truth  is  in  us  all,  cradle  to  the  grave.  we're  just  animals  still  learning  to  behave.  ❜  what  difference  did  the  scrubs  make?  they're  made  of  the  same  material  she  wore  like  second  skin  for  so  long.

lyrical sc// @bl4ckdevl

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ / frank ! @weaponid

gloria  doesn't  ask  if  he  means  it.  she  watches  him  like  she’s  trying  to  see  past  the  skin  and  into  the  marrow  where  all  that  rage  lives  coiled  and  choking.  watches  him  like  the  cornered  fox  minds  the  rabid  hound.  she  knows  he  means  it;  pain  has  always  been  an  open  door  between  them.  her  hand  twitches  at  her  side,  she  swallows  down  barbed  wire  and  the  fucked  intimacy  of  it  all.  she  moves  fast,  sharp,  her  fist  colliding  with  his  face  in  a  clean,  brutal  arc.  there’s  no  hesitation  behind  it,  no  apology.  honesty  ruptures  and  lands  with  a  crack  that  echoes  louder  than  it  should.  his  head  jerks  to  the  side,  and  for  a  second,  everything  holds.  suspended  and  sacred.

she's  caught  on  every  hitch  in  her  unsteady  cadence  of  breath.  something  so  much  deeper  than  transactional  sadomasochism  and  ire,  because  it's  never  been  that  simple  for  them.  his  skin  is  hot  beneath  her  palm  when  she  grabs  his  jaw,  dragging  his  face  back  to  hers.  her  thumb  presses  along  the  red  blotch  on  his  cheek,  rough  and  reverent.  ❛  that  hard  enough,  frank?  did  that  knock  some  sense  into  your  fucking  head  yet?  ❜  its  a  clawed  grip  behind  his  neck,  the  other  hand  gripping  the  collar  and  yanking  him  closer,  foreheads  pressed  so  hard  it  hurts.  her  voice  breaks  against  his  mouth.  ❛  you're  broken,  i  know,  and  so  am  i.  i  don't  care  how  many  fucked  up  pieces  of  you  are  left  cause  i'm  going  to  keep  coming  back  until  there's  nothing  to  come  back  to.  ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ Leon / @washsins

a  warning?  perhaps  a  favour  spoken  by  toeing  the  line.  gloria  breathes  it  in,  lets  it  settle  in  the  space  between  them  like  smoke.  heavy,  impossible  to  ignore,  and  he’s  close  enough  that  she  could  touch  him  if  she  wanted  to.  it’s  not  the  danger  that  draws  her.  she’s  seen  worse,  survived  worse.  but  there’s  something  about  him,  all  sharp  edges  and  old  scars,  some  still  bleeding  under  the  surface.  she  recognizes  the  kind  of  violence  he  carries.  it’s  not  posturing,  it’s  not  a  threat,  it’s  a  language  she's  fluent  in.  gloria  doesn’t  know  when  she  started  needing  him  like  this.  beyond  warmth  and  safety,  but  for  the  way  his  presence  drags  her  back  into  her  own  body,  sharp  and  aching  and  real.

she’s  never  been  good  at  doing  the  right  thing  when  her  hands  are  already  shaking  with  want.  she  could  pretend  enough,  hold  up  a  reflection  of  the  goodness  she  tries  to  uphold  with  a  heart-wrenching  dedication.  how  she  falls  back  into  the  consuming  grief,  haunted  and  so  unfathomably  broken.  she  couldn't  be  repaired.  ❛  maybe  i'll  just  die  wanting  you  then.  ❜  a  smile  that  shouldn't  be  there,  but  one  that  echoes  a  sentiment  she  couldn't  place.  the  gallows  humour  dancing  across  her  lips.  ❛  or  you  could  save  me  the  heartache  and  put  me  out  of  my  misery  now.  ❜

night shift makes sense for her because she's a night owl to begin with. night terrors are relentless even with meds, even with therapy ( clearly night terrors can't get you in the day time soooo ). her body, her brain and internal clock were re-wired in the military; she can survive off minuscule amounts of sleep and still be high-functioning. that never leaves her, but that doesn't mean she isn't perpetually exhausted. it makes her ability to pull working doubles very frequently seem superhuman.