#01army

[diam1nd-arc]

[ ♫ him & i. routines in the night. guess. open hearts. ] edit of emma & bucky. liked from here. @01army ♡

[pantichrist]

⸻ 𐙚 RILEY'S BEDROOM - @01army .

not to be confused with riley's streaming room, riley's bedroom is a whole different thing. as you can see, there is a very prevalent theme : pink. opulence in the form of crystal chandeliers and silver accents, because you can't put a price on comfort. her bedroom takes up the majority of her home due to the size of her walk in closet and while she doesn't often stream in this room, she does all of her editing at her desk at the corner of the room.

[petitsdieu]

𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 🫦 & 𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 ... @01army

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ “Is this a date?"

mini - starter call. ★  bucky ( @01army )

[br4ndts]

sc.⠀⠀//⠀⠀@01army⠀⠀(bucky)

a  jolt,  she  nearly  drops  her  bottle  of  water  when  she  turns  around.  “oh!  did  you  know  that  you  walk  without  footsteps?”  she  waits  until  her  heart  stops  racing  to  take  a  quick  sip.  “peter  says  that  i  sneak  up  on  him  all  of  the  time,  but  it  looks  like  you  have  snuck  up  on  me  instead.  i  think  my  awareness  is  starting  to  dim…” 

[am4zon]

❛ i'd never offend you by speaking of love. ❜ she's rosy cheeked and freshly fucked, and serious about what she says. her fingers? they are on his chest, grazing against his skin lazily. yet, even when her motions are lazy, they are not without purpose. she is not without purpose.

@01army

[starrstained-a]

i will say this: he respects her job … he just doesn't like gross dudes around her 💀 and he's old-school he prefers phone calls or face-to-face interactions

you know what, that is very fair. the gross dudes aren't valid and shouldn't be respected. ( but he'd better answer her calls ). ;)

BINGO !

[stainedkept]

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still." - bucky

"I do not know what you are talking about. I am sitting very still." Yelena was, in fact, not sitting still at all. Usually, she patched up her own injuries. But the bullet had hit her shoulder, and this hadn't been her usual solo job. Yelena reached for the open bottle of vodka and took a drink. "You do not have to do this."

[onyxcrime-moved]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑 ⤿ inspired by dd s3e5 ⤿ @01army

juliana moved closer,   the sound of her footsteps barely noticeable over the rain.  she didn’t need to rush,   didn’t need to push him.  dex was teetering on the precipice,   but she knew exactly how to navigate this kind of moment — how to manipulate it in her favor,   even if it meant bending the truth or forcing him to face something he wasn’t ready for. 

❝you think this is it,   don’t you?❞ she said,   her voice calm,   steady,   but laced with an undertone that spoke to the depth of her understanding.  ❝you think this place has drained every bit of you,   every last ounce of hope.  but i know better. ❞

dex didn’t move.  he didn’t answer.  but she saw his grip tighten again around the gun,   a subtle sign that her words were hitting their mark. 

❝you think there’s nothing left for you here, ❞ she continued,   stepping even closer,   until the edge of the building seemed to disappear between them.  ❝but you’re wrong.  there’s more,   dex.  more than this — more than the blood  &  the darkness that always seems to swallow you whole. ❞

she kept her eyes on him,   watching every minute movement,   feeling the weight of his silence as it threatened to break him further.  but juliana had never been afraid of silence,   especially when she was in control. 

❝you think you're a monster, ❞  she said,   her voice soft but heavy with purpose.  ❝that you’re nothing but a tool,   a weapon to be discarded once you’re no longer useful.  but i’ve seen people far worse than you.  i’ve dealt with them,   taken them down,    &  they’re long gone.  you,   dex? you’re still here. ❞

juliana paused,   her gaze unwavering,   her lips curling into something almost like a smile,   but colder.  " &  that,   right there,   means you're more than just a weapon.  you're not expendable.  you matter. ❞

the sound of the rain pounding against the rooftop seemed to grow louder in the silence that followed.  she knew this would take time,   but juliana was never one to waste opportunities.  she could already see the cracks in his resolve,   the wavering determination in his posture.  he was listening. 

❝you want to know why you’re still here,   dex?❞ juliana said,   her voice hardening slightly,   as if preparing him for something he might not want to hear.  ❝because this city,   this broken,   filthy place — gotham —needs you. I need you. more than you realize. ❞

she stepped closer,   almost close enough for him to feel her presence pressing against the edge of his isolation.  ❝you think you're nothing but a pawn,   a victim of your past,   but i see you.  i see everything you’ve done,   everything you’ve sacrificed,    &  it matters.  you’ve done things for me,   for my empire,   for this city & for new york.  it’s not a mistake,   dex.  you’re not disposable.  you're valuable.   &  i’m not going to let you throw that away. ❞

her tone dropped a bit,   her manipulation taking root as she leaned into the carefully crafted words,   shaping them just right.  ❝you’re not just some broken man.  you’re a weapon,   a survivor — &  more importantly,   you’re someone i’ve invested in.  you think i’m going to just watch you walk away from everything,   from everything we’ve built? from everything you’ve built? no. ❞

she leaned in,   her words quieter,   yet so much more forceful now.  ❝you matter to me.  i won’t let you fade into the nothingness you think you deserve.  because i know the truth,   dex.  you’re not done.   &  if you step back from that edge now,   i’ll help you find something worth living for.  i’ll make sure of it.  there’s more for you here.  with me.  with us. ❞

juliana reached out then,   not for the gun,   not yet,   but for him,   a subtle,   calculated gesture meant to show him that she was in control — she would be the anchor he needed.  she would drag him from the edge,   even if it meant pulling him through the darkest parts of himself. 

❝come back inside,   dex,  ❞ she said quietly,   her eyes never leaving his.  ❝let me show you what’s still waiting for you.  gotham has a way of swallowing people whole — but you? you’re strong enough to claw your way out.   &  i’ll be right there,   beside you. ❞

her gaze hardened then,   an almost imperceptible shift in her demeanor,   a reminder of just how much control she truly held.  ❝ but if you pull that trigger,   if you do this,   you’ll be giving them exactly what they want.  you’ll be nothing more than a forgotten weapon.   &  you’re too valuable for that.  don’t make me prove it to you. ❞

for a long moment,   the rain fell between them in a heavy silence.  but juliana could see it now.  the gun was still in his hand,   but the tension in his body had shifted.  she’d pushed him,   yes — but it was exactly what he needed.  she was the anchor,   the force keeping him tethered to something more. 

her voice softened,   but her words still carried weight.  ❝ you’re not alone,   dex.  not if you don’t want to be.  let me help you.  we’ve got more to do. ❞

slowly,   just a fraction at a time,   the gun lowered. 

[castlevowed]

he had become a regular at rudy’s, the guy with the nice hair and bad boy appeal. maria would accuse him of stalking her if flutters didn’t cascade through her stomach every time their eyes met. maybe it was that familiar sense of home emitting from him, or in the way he carried himself — rough around the edges but soft to the core [mostly with her.] i’ll break your heart @01army teased. if maria had a dollar for everytime she heard that one she’d be a beggar on the streets by now. “nobody breaks my heart.” countering back in honeyed timbre. “but i might break yours.” a kittenish grin drawn forth while wiping down bartop with worn rag. there was just something about him. something she should steer clear of, but already knowing full well heart won’t allow it.

[diam1nd-arc]

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around usfw. selectively accepting. @01army )

he's working to feed her ego while she was already performing on top like the freak that she was. far from being hidden from the public, but emma didn't mind when it came to him. it wasn't exactly the first time wandering eyes have seen her breasts, either. such is the life of hellfire's biggest star.

the back of his truck, they barely had time to throw down something that wouldn't cause any bruising to emma's knees. organic on organic. she lost her top some time ago, someone probably stole it but she didn't mind because she was with james. time doesn't exist when they're fucking. the city could be on fire, and she'd still straddle his sides to ride his cock for the raw pleasure that only he gives her.

look how pretty you are when you're about to cum. a smile contains the prettiest moans, forcing her hips harder down upon him. emma must have been making some pleasing expressions, or maybe it was the way the red colored street light shown the glitters of sweat and diamond strength of her actions. wanting more, she always wants more of him. falling down to meet his body, still moving her body in gyration, emma licks james' lips before giving him one last kiss. it was the way he filled her up that drove her into something insatiable. the way he held her sides, pushing her body down harder each time she would bounce. always giving a good show, living for his approval. carnal desires translated into a very deep kind of love. their psyche bond connects their pleasure, sharing orgasms. maybe she did a really good job at dancing tonight, maybe he was jealous again. all emma knew is this felt really fucking good. it felt really good to be with him. " baby.. " finding her release, was met with grabbing the truck bed and accidentally bending metal with her strength. & his grip found her throat, giving it a squeeze in his own release, cumming together.

[pantichrist]

📸

⸻ ᖇɩꙆᥱყ & ᙖᥙᥴƙყ . ♡ @01army

[petitsdieu]

҂ ... @01army

There's two rows of teeth-marks. It's been two days since she's been bit. And it was two hours after when he found her. And it's the two of them now, in a corner bedroom.

❛ I... I just didn't want to be alone when I... I would have left, I will leave when I feel— I didn't want to be alone! ❜

The wound area is infected. She's half her color and running twice as hot as usual.

At first she wanted a little time with the living again. It had been so long since she came in contact with non-zombie people. Even longer without touch — and she had in their hysteria meet cute hugged onto him awhile before the break-off. But than she got scared to go.

[piinkviscera]

@01army

If there is a god out there, then he/she has an awful sense of humor. Why else would it rain on the one day out of the entire month that Alya finally allowed herself to go out? The curls she'd worked so hard to achieve have fallen flat as a result of the humidity in the air -- which means that Alya currently resembles a drowned rat drudged up from some storm drain.

Not. Cute.

It must be some sick cosmic joke, right? There's no other explanation as to why she's having such an awful...Night. As if to remind her that it could always be worse, Alya stumbles (and I do mean literally) over what appears to be a corpse. His broad frame is slumped against the cold brick of an alley wall -- next to a dumpster. Classy. The unfortunate reality to this city is that no one is ever truly safe. But he does look as if he'd put up a damned good fight first; blood on his knuckles indicates he'd gotten at least a few hits in against the assailant. With the way the rain is coming down, a fair bit of evidence will get washed away. She should contact the authorities so they can send out the proper team to collect his --

"Oh my god." He's got a pulse. He's got a pulse. It's so faint, even she can barely sense it...But there's no mistaking that it's there.

Quickly. Act quickly -- but be cautious. Check surroundings for any unwitting civilians that might witness what she's about to do. Regardless of intent, it looks suspicious as hell to open a vein in one wrist before pressing the now bleeding wound against a stranger's mouth. Worse still is that Alya has to hold him by the jaw to ensure his lips stay parted enough to receive the blood she's offering.

[silvercrested]

continued from 🤍 @01army .

EYES NARROW in reaction to the other’s choice of words — smartass. head falls back against carseat , blowing out a frustrated sigh. “so who’s after me then ? & why are you helping me ?” guard remains up , if there was anything allison’s learnt from past experiences , it was to trust NO ONE ( not even family. )

[am4zon]

@01army said: i know what i’d do, but you’ve cut my hands off.

they crash into each other, at times quite intimately, but this time violently. no one destroys her quite like bucky. he might not be the one pointing a blade at her, yet she cannot help but to think that perhaps that would be a kinder fate than the one handed to her now. when she looks into his eyes, she does not see her love reflected back. she seems to frustrate him, the tension that builds between them like a mountain that not even diana can fly herself over. take now, for instance, how they cannot decide how to proceed in this battle, cannot decide how to save this city. once looking at him causes her too much pain, she bows her face, eyes staring with no focus at the ground.

❛ i am sorry, ❜ she says, after a moment of silence. if he does not believe the apology to be genuine, then he does not know diana. she means all that she says, always. ❛ i am sorry that i did not save you. that i was not there, as you needed me to be. ❜ she has spent many nights weeping for him, but will not offend him by weeping now. the woman of wonder saves other people's loved ones, but then, who is there to save the ones SHE loves? ❛ i cannot expect you to still have faith in me. ❜