#and that last ones just 👁️👄👁️

[blluespirit]

i wish that there was more time between the day of black sun and sozin's comet bc zuko's official desertion from the fire nation would have the most insane ripple effects (and it would be nice to see the gaang interacting a bit more than we got but hey i'll take what i can get)

zuko's desertion would have been essentially impossible for the fire nation to bury since it was such a big deal that he returned at all. so i imagine the smear campaign against zuko would have been craaazy. i think it would have been interesting for the gaang to try and deal with that when navigating the FN. zuko would be very recognisable i think at this point, and it would have made staying hidden much harder. would they still have chosen ember island? maybe the kids didn't recognise zuko and azula during The Beach , but with the prince of the fire nation committing treason would there be more wanted posters? would there be more talk around the island? would zuko have to remain hidden while the rest go out and get food?

i wonder if zuko deserting and very meaningly committing his loyalty to the avatar influenced other soldiers in the FN to also desert? or would it have had the opposite effect and made people feel more patriotic since zuko was banished, returned under the guise of having killed the avatar, and then left when aang announced his survival to world during the failed invasion?

SPEAKING OF THAT!! the rumours around this would be INSANE. we know what really happened, but the public don't. did zuko and the avatar plan this so that there would be an inside man during the invasion and then zuko used that chaos to escape? what really happened in ba sing se if zuko didn't kill aang, but azula thought that he did? (again: we, the audience know the truth, but the general public don't). if zuko and the avatar where working together... for how long? was iroh involved somehow since he also disappeared the same time that zuko did? did iroh get captured on purpose to be close to zuko to possibly help him if needed? did zuko break iroh out of jail or did one of the guards or was iroh alone? you could spiral on this as just an average person in the avatar world for years like. if youtube existed in atla imagine the video essays breaking down all the conspiracies

its a kids show so obviously Nothing Bad Happened BUT in the Boiling Rock, zuko getting found out as not only an imposter (already, a very bad situation), a traitor (extremely bad), AND the traitorous (ex) prince of the fire nation (devastatingly terrible) would have been... incredibly dangerous for zuko. in zuko and iroh's original wanted poster, the official translation says “Permission is granted to kill them on sight” and this was before zuko has gone right ahead and committed Treason On Purpose. the warden is not going to be nice. when the warden visits zuko in his cell he literally tells him "If these criminals found out who you are, the traitor prince who let his nation down, why they'd tear you to shreds." the boiling rock would be hell trying to survive. it also puts a lot more weight on zuko refusing to leave sokka in their first escape attempt. also ozai obviously knew that he has his son was in prison bc he... broke in to the prison bc azula was there but then zuko manages to escape with sokka (another imposter) and suki and hakoda (POWs) and chit sang (a prisoner) and two of azula's trusted friends end up in prison for treason as well i just. that is literally insane for the average person to hear about. again, THE CONSPIRACIES!!

when zuko eventually does take the throne there's a lot of conjecture around what zuko did while he was banished and moreso, what he did the second time he left, this time voluntarily. i think zuko's loyalty would be questioned a lot; by other world leaders who are understandably wary about the fire nation and its motivations, but also by its own people - some who believe that zuko is a traitor to his country and is trying to sabotage it since he helped end the war.

idk these are all just me rambling but it would been so interesting to explore the implications of zuko leaving the fire nation and how that would have impacted the gaang and how they interacted with others in their travels. there are so many fic where zuko joins the gaang early, but neither myself with the aus that I have written, nor many that ive read have explored this very much or at all.

[go-see-a-starwar]

Last Man Hayden has an extra layer of sexiness to him 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Every time I gif/post about it, I feel like I have to add a disclaimer that The Last Man is a really terrible movie, like unwatchably bad. But dammit if Hayden's not hotter than he has any right to be in it

(Little preview of the better quality spicy gifs I’m working on)

[oscargender]

Something that is really fascinating to me about The Last Herald Mage as a series is that SO much of it takes place in Vanyel’s childhood home. I’m so accustomed to fantasy heroes leaving their homes behind (and maybe returning once at the end of their story to complete the hero’s journey) that it’s almost shocking when Vanyel goes home just to visit. Something always happens, of course—Lackey wouldn’t waste pages on an uneventful visit home—but he always goes home with the intention of just hanging out with his family for a few days

[pantstresbienn]

I get a little down on myself for the lack of photos and other mishaps, but I kind of like these photos from after-con Karaoke 💛

[kindahoping4forever]

5SOS5 Promo Ash tho

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Also what are these fucking heart events lmfao. I got one where my toon entered the room and had to watch one npc get mad at another bc they left their shit lying around and then had to watch the messy one clean up their shit SLOWLY, STAGE BY STAGE and then they both decided to drink some wine while one bitched about their father and then it just ends and i'm like WHAT IS THIS AND WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN HERE. STANDING AT THE DOOR WATCHING THIS.

[garciamorales]

Me sat in my tlou t shirt with some popcorn ready to cry my eyes out throughout episode 1

No because my brain is still unable to comprehend the fact we’ve actually got an adaptation of tlou happening and it’s here right now it’s finally happening. I remember years ago all the talk of a film happening, of a script being made and then nothing. Now fast forward and we’ve got Pedro as Joel and this thing is real 😭 I’m so thankful to Neil Druckmann for who this wouldn’t be possible without. Without his work within Naughty Dog, leading the development of tlou as a writer and the creative director among the thousands of wonderful people who helped create such a beautiful game, none of this would have happened. I’m so thankful he agreed to help write this show and in turn brought in Craig Mazin on to help write it too. I just know without them this show would never have been so accurate. This means the world to me truly 😭 I can’t wait to see Troy (also he’s even nicer in person I can confirm) and Ashley within the show too the og Joel and Ellie. Oh my heart is ready to be ripped out

[lad-boyo]

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[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ EVERYBODY TALKS (LN4)

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando eventually lands the girl of his dreams. he also finds out just how fast news travels

a/n: this was one of my wips i posted foREVER ago so enjoy the full one shot whilst i finish off some written stuff. based on everybody talks by neon trees🙇‍♀️🤍

*faceclaim (but imagine as you see her fit) is millie hannah

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user bro just ask her out i swear to god

user last photo is feeling very intimate mr. norris

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yourusername stfu and order me shots

user is anyone else now thinking about how often y/n probably sees lando shirtless👁️👄👁️

user i’ve been thinking about it since she first posted that photo of him in the gym showing his abs

user @/user TAG ME IN THAT WTF

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user personally if my best friend was super hot and came to cheer me on looking that good i’d cuff her but maybe lando’s different

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alex_albon you’re not really winning if you’ve been pining over her for two years mate

landonorris shut the fuck up before she sees this

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a/n: this was… weak i apologise im still settling in😭 just wanted to put something out whilst i finish my charles/seb/lando written one shots eek!

as always any reblogs and whatnot appreciated. big love xx

- giselle

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[dib-dab-art-attack]

I would like to nominate myself for being the person so far behind in the @summer-of-bad-batch prompts that I only just finished Week one's prompts... In my defense, I had the sketch of the comic finished in week one.

Omega ate the last of the Coco pops....what would Coco pops be called in the star wars universe anyway O⁠_⁠o

Edit: I've only just realised I forgot the entirety of Hunter's tattoo 👁️👄👁️

[signedreality]

Bill cipher trying to seduce and woo this human while he holds them captive in his pyramid during weirdmageddon and he makes them his little pet that adores and Ford is just like "👁️👄👁️"

ᯓ       CAPTIVE

        bill cipher x reader

ଳ synopsis ; bill cipher trying to woo the human he has captive in his pyramid during the apocalypse!

ଳ warnings : petnames, tease, fliting, bill has no game (-1000 aura after these headcanons yes i just said aura sue me i'm tired), and ford being confused as balls.

ଳ missive ; i haven't written for gravity falls in a bit, and i thought airing this broadcast would be hilarious, so enjoy!

now airing ; you really got me - oingo boingo

༄.°     �� weirdmageddon was almost perfect.

༄.°       keyword, almost.

༄.°       bill, with his plan almost working as he tortures ford into giving him the key to leaving gravity falls, could only wish for one more thing. and that was to finally woo the human he had, oddly enough, been obsessed with since this whole thing started.

༄.°       just seeing the way you attempting to fight back with him enamored him all the more, and your stubborn ways amused him.

༄.°       he thought you would be head over heels for him in no time, yet to his avail, you seemed to not care at all.

"doll, guess what i got you!" his voice filled your room—the one that was decorated with everything you could've wished for—as you looked towards bill. "what..?"

your voice was laced with exhaustion as you stared at bill, and you watched him pull out a ring that had a large diamond on top. "i heard you fleshbags like these shiny rocks for some reason, so i got you one!"

"thank you, bill—you can leave it with the rest, alright?" you gestured to the pile of riches he had gifted you, and the demon happily floated over to the pile while plopping the ring on top of it all. "there we go!"

༄.°       bill mostly gifted you things as a way to get you to fall for him, and he doesn't really flirt because the last time didn't go that well.

"are you deer teeth? because i know i can pull you—" bill blinked at you a few times when you narrowed your eyes at him, and he let out a defeated sigh once you pointed to the door. "that sounded better in my head..."

and with that, he'd sadly float out of your room.

༄.°       no matter how many times you rejected him, though, he'd still continue to attempt to woo you.

༄.°       he'd offer you any planet you want once he gets ford to speak, or he'd even offer you the whole universe just so you'd say yes.

༄.°       and eventually, you did.

༄.°       it was more so because of two things. one, you wanted him to leave you be, and two, maybe you did adore the dorito a bit. he practically offered you anything, he was funny, and he could be sweet.

༄.°       but how would ford react to this?

"bill, do you remember where i—" you stopped in the middle of the room as you noted the human chained as bill turned to face you, and the demon perked up while waving.

"don't mind us! i'm just casually planning world domination while sixer is hanging out! isn't that right?"

bill looked over at the man before rushing over to you, and he floated around you until he grabbed your hand. he partially swung it back and forth while staring at you. "he's shy—now, what did you need?"

as bill left to go help you find whatever it was, ford narrowed his eyes at the scene as he fidgeted around in his chains, yet there was no luck in escaping.

nor was there any luck in escaping the sounds of bill giggling each time you even looked at him.

but the more ford thought about it, maybe you could come in hand with ending this whole apocalypse...all he had to do was escape first.

⤷ word count ; too lazy to count

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[ghost-proofbaby]

ghost… hear me out.

what about perv!tattoo artist eddie 👁️👄👁️

like you’re good friends, have been for a long time but he wants you so bad. so when you finally start coming to him for some work he nearly loses his damn mind. and you want him just as bad obvi

but say you’re getting something on your collarbone, and you really should sit on his lap for this one. just so he can get all those intricate details perfect, yeah?

or like you mentioned getting an ass/hip piece done. and you know he really should help you check on it during the healing process, any good friend would do that right?

sorry omg my mind started going crazy thinking about this i’ll shut up now

never shut up, nonnie. this is the shit i live for.

i see your vision and raise you a new conglomeration of all the sinning i’ve flooded my page with the last 24 hours: perv!tattoo artist!eddie who works tirelessly to convince you to let him do your hip/ass tattoo. begs and begs and begs. draws up 5+ designs, all catered to all your wants and needs.

and he’s good. he’s your friend. you’d be getting an insane discount.

so you’d finally agree, seeing absolutely no downside, the style he was offering being similar enough to that original artist you were going to book. and it’s better this way, of course, since eddie has his private studio versus the shop you would have gone to instead. when you strip down to nothing but a thong, when the teeny straps of it are being shoved out of every which way for him to expose the necessary skin, when you feel the first chill from his hands brushing over the back of your thigh that you convince yourself is due to exposure and not just because it’s him - you’re gonna be grateful it’s just you and eddie in the room.

when the pain of the needle has you somehow simultaneously wincing and letting out little whimpers, because have you always had a pain kink? or is it just the man behind the needle?, you’ll be thanking the universe you chose to go with the intimate setting and your best friend rather than some wide open space and a stranger.

and when that first good girl falls from his lips, more praises of how you’re doing so good for him following, you’re going to be grateful it’s only eddie and those four walls to witness the way you’re looking at your best friend.

eddie’s grateful, too. no one else needs to hear how pretty you sound for him. not yet. not when he hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

not when he’s just getting started.

[yncoreee]

10 STEPS TO GETTING A GIRL. Hanni x reader

♡SYNOPSIS— no one really knew anything about y/n and no one really cared. All they know is that she loves to be in the back of the class with her headphones plugged in. One could easily guess she was into music. But Pham Hanni…..Hanni felt herself being drawn to her quiet and introverted nature there was just something about it. The only thing Hanni knows about y/n is, she’s friend with Kang Haerin. Who’s also friends with Hanni. Now Hanni finds herself constantly asking Haerin for advices on how to talk to y/n naming it operation: 10 steps to getting a girl.

♡PAIRING— Hanni x fem!reader

♡GENRE— Fluff, kinda strangers to friends to lovers

♡FEATURING— Newjeans Hanni, Haerin, lesserafim kazuha and yunjin, tba…

.ᐟ Warnings .ᐟ requested,why is the synopsis soo long 👁️👄👁️, girl idk 🤷‍♀️Fluff, mini jealousy, lowk sunshine x grumpy but Y/n ends up being the sunshine in the end 😆, rejection, y/n is cold in the beginning, this is like in a diary format but not every chap is like that!!!! Like the last chap half diary format

꩜ — ⵌ UPDATES— honestly whenever I can but maybe every 1–3days

꩜ — ⵌ STATUS— 🦗🦗🦗

꩜ — ⵌ this fic is not an accurate portrayal of the kpop idols or anybodymentioned. EVERYTHING IS FICTION

Intro😎

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 1 — Show off your charms😘

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 2 — ???? 😈

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 3 — ???? 😵

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 4 — ???? 😰

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 5 — ???? 🤔

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 6 — ????? 😁

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 7 — ???? 😟

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 8 — ???? 😏

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 9 — ?????? 🤓

꩜ — ⵌ STEP 10 — ?????🥴

꩜ — ⵌ EPILOGUE — ????🌞

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[always-just-red]

I wanted a slightly suggestive fluff with the twins if that's alright👁️👄👁️

A scenario in which they're finally done with Sylus's tasks for the day and get to spend some time with MC

CRYINGGG anon I low-key did deviate from the brief but I had this idea and I just ended up running with it. I hope you enjoy, regardless! I went into this ambivalent towards Luke and Kieran but something just possessed me honestly. Also dragged Sylus into it because there's no way in hell I wasn't subjecting him to this dynamic!! 😇 (I made MC here separate from canon MC for plot reasons, but if you want a fic with the twins and canon MC, just let me know!)

Onychinus' Finest

Luke and Kieran x Reader

Summary: All in a day's work for Sylus's loyal and committed worker bees crows

Genre: fluff & shenanigans

Warnings/Additional tags: MDNI (not smut but it's a lil spicy and I'd rather play it safe tbh), f!reader, nonMC!reader, platonic Sylus x reader, humour, swearing, suggestion, kisses, the twins are just obsessed with your legs honestly and who could blame them

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Your call connects almost instantly.

“What?” Sylus hisses from the other end, and you get the impression he’s disappointed.

“Oof,” you groan, smiling, “what’s the matter, boss? Waiting on a call from a certain Deepspace Hunter?”

There’s silence in your ear, but not far from you, Kieran snickers. Your smile broadens. “You have three seconds,” Sylus seethes, with the precarity of a pot that could boil over at any moment, “to tell me what I want to hear.”

Three seconds is a bit of a push. You’re sat on a desk and Kieran is tapping away at the computer beside you, the light of the screen catching the sharp features of his mask; he looks like something from a horror story. You nudge his knee with your foot. He glances at you.

Wrap it up, you signal with a twirl of your forefinger.

His mask tilts downwards, almost imperceptibly, and you know he’s glaring at you from behind it. He flashes his middle finger back and you chuckle, watching him return to his work. “Files should be on their way shortly,” you explain to Sylus, because you know when to stop pushing your luck. “Ever’s upped the security on these damn computers. The device that guy sold you didn’t do shit.”

It’s also now pieces of a device, shattered against the floor from when Kieran had thrown it down and stepped on it in frustration. You’re not gonna mention that.

Sylus sighs impatiently, but there’s a hint of regret. “I knew there was something off about that deal. Do you think he tipped them off?”

You glance around the room and it’s littered with bodies. Not dead! Just… unconscious. At least, most of them, you think. “Yeah…” you muse. It was a lot more security than there should have been in a high-rise office in the middle of the night. “You might be onto something there, boss.”

Another sigh from Sylus. You watch Luke as he finishes looting— wait, no— checking the last of the security guards for anything helpful. He’s found a phone and he’s staring down at it, head tilted, reminding you of Mephisto. You briefly wonder what came first: the crow masks or the crow-like behaviour. Maybe you’ll ask Sylus one day.

Luke lifts the phone, holding it at arm’s length, and you realise he’s taking a selfie. He pivots until you and Kieran are in the background, and you lean into the frame, making a peace sign with your free hand. The moment is captured. Luke tosses the phone over his shoulder and it hits the floor with a crack.

“Are you all alright?” Sylus checks, and you know his eyes are burning with frustration, even though you can’t see them. He wears a mask too— most of the time— it’s just a little more figurative than yours or the twins’. You’re an expert at reading past them by now.

“Yeah,” you say, “we signed up for this, remember? You’ve got the best of the best, right here.” You glance between Luke and Kieran. “Well, the best of the best and her sidekicks.”

“Hey!” Kieran interjects. “You wanna have a go on this computer?”

“No,” you lilt back sweetly. What’s he gonna do— make you? Sure enough, he goes back to tapping away, his head sagging slightly, and you can tell he’s pouting.

Luke has wandered closer to the pair of you. “How much longer?” he whines, throwing himself into a wheely chair, setting it on a slow collision course with Kieran’s. You stop it with your leg.

“Shut up,” Kieran snaps. “At least I’m doing something.”

“I can do something,” Luke retorts. He captures your ankle, pulling it away from the leg of his chair, and rests a hand on your shin.

“Something isn’t in the mood right now.” You lift your foot from his grasp, inching it up his lower abdomen, and he groans as you plant it against his chest. “So unprofessional,” you tut.

You’d stifled your phone against your chest, but you can hear a deep voice leaking out of it. “Say that again, boss?” you request, bringing it back to your ear.

“How long is this going to take?” Sylus repeats.

“Not long. You know what they say, though…” You meet the eyes of Luke’s mask. Your tone drops: “All good things to those who wait.”

Luke’s chair squeaks, rolling back as you push him away with a soft kick.

“Fine,” Sylus murmurs, “Mephisto is with me. Stay on the line, and send the files through when you can. I’ll check them before you leave. If they knew we were coming, there’s a chance that—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get the picture,” you interrupt. You get Kieran’s attention again, then gesture between the computer and the phone. The beak of his mask dips as he nods.

Luke has used your lapse of focus to draw himself close to you again. He takes your ankle once more and guides it to rest in his lap, one hand tight— holding you in place— and the other deftly undoing the buckles on your boot. After a few clinks, he pulls it from your foot, the leather dragging down over your skin and leaving it cold. He throws the boot at his twin’s leg.

Kieran huffs as it tumbles to the floor. He doesn’t look away from the computer, but you know he wants to. Now that’s professional.

Decidedly committed to another priority, Luke draws shapes on your lower leg, his finger grazing over your shin and ankle. He’s staring down, fixated, and maybe they aren’t shapes— maybe they’re letters. Every stroke of his finger is deliberate. You could ask what he’s writing, but you really don’t care so long as it’s more than a word or two.

If it is, he doesn’t have the patience for it. His fingers walk higher, stopping only as they reach your knee. The fabric of your dress is draped over your leg and he pushes it aside, letting it slink closer to the floor. He looks up at you, head angled like a question.

“Any progress?” Sylus asks.

You’re holding your phone between your ear and your shoulder, both hands splayed on the desk beside you so you can lean slightly back. “Getting there,” you say, lips curving. You’re not looking at the computer.

You could swear you hear Luke laugh, but it’s ever so faint. He rests his whole hand on you, warming your lower leg with broader strokes, and whatever he wrote has been erased. Your breath catches as his touch moves above your knee, and it’s a tiny sound; no-one would notice.

Kieran’s mask turns towards you. “Oh, come on,” he sighs. “No fair.”

It’s an intimate art: seeing behind a mask. You have to notice everything.

“So hurry up,” Luke answers, his voice heavier than the last time he spoke. His chest rises and falls with every breath, just a little slower, a little deeper.

Kieran rolls his eyes—you guess, from the listless way his attention goes back to the screen— and you detect a huff. “Not fair,” he says to himself. He repeats it as he punches keys with his fingers: “Not fair. Not fair.”

Luke shakes his head gently: a fond exasperation rather than anything serious. He rolls his chair closer until he’s framed by your legs, then lifts your ankle to rest on his shoulder. His fingers curl, the pads of them brushing over the top of your foot idly, but it tickles, so you try to pull away. He grasps your ankle again. “Nuh-uh, kitten,” he teases.

It’s one of your favourite in-jokes; you laugh. Sylus can still hear you, and you’re glad he doesn’t know it’s at his expense. “Something funny?” he asks. Maybe he does know.

“Yeah,” you say. He could string you upside-down with his Evol and you’d still never tell him what.

Luke is chuckling to himself, and the sound changes as he lifts his mask just enough to free the lower half of his face. It’s not the first time, but it sobers you instantly. He turns to press his lips to your ankle, leans in— kisses further up. Leans in again— his mouth moves higher.

“Why so wriggly?” he speaks into your knee. “Stop.”

“You stop,” you counter, reaching forward to grab one of the horns peeking out of his hood. You use it to pull him away. Make him look at you. “Your little book on conquest doesn’t work on me.”

His lips widen into a smirk.  

“What book?” Sylus’s voice echoes.

You smirk as well. “Ask your pet hunter.”

You’re interrupted by a thud and your head spins. Kieran is standing up, slapping the top of the computer in frustration. “C’mon, work!” he urges. “So freakin’ slow.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You shoo him away from the computer like you would a too-friendly pigeon from your lunch.

He flaps back in answer, his hand engaging yours in a brief slap-fight before he backs down. He slumps into his chair, defeated. “It’s almost there,” he groans, folding his arms. “Hey, Luke? Wanna swap?”

“No.”

“Do it,” you prompt.

Luke’s head rolls begrudgingly. “Yes ma’am. Jeez.” He plants a warm kiss on your leg again before clambering out from underneath it, pulling his mask back down over his face.

Another moment later and Kieran is in front of you instead. “You ok?” you wonder out loud.

“Bored.” He rests his head sideways on your thigh. His fingers find your bare lower leg and he runs them up, down, up, down, but it’s soft and purposeless. Soon, his head lifts— thin, red eyes staring up at you. The gaze doesn’t waver as he leans back in his chair and starts to unfasten your other boot.

“She’s gonna get cold,” Luke quips from the computer.

“Nah. She’s not.”

Your skin prickles as Kieran pulls away your boot, like a reflection of his brother, but tortuously more slow. He lets the cool air of the room set in. “Huh,” he corrects himself. “Maybe she is.”

You get the sense you’re being punished; both of them are petty. You’re pettier, though. “Sylus?” you speak into the phone.

“Mmm?”

“Did I ever tell you about the time that Kieran— ah!”

In a heartbeat Kieran has lifted his mask— not enough, but enough— and planted a kiss above your knee. His hand is around your leg, pushing it further from the other, and you can’t help but gasp again.

“What are you…” Sylus starts to ask, but then he changes his mind. “No. I don’t want to know.”

“You sure, boss?” you chuckle breathlessly. “It might surprise you.”

“Nothing would surprise me at this point, sweetie. Those files had better be on their way.”

You tear your gaze away from Kieran to glance over at Luke. He’s sat, propped on an elbow, his chin in his palm, and he’s definitely not looking at the computer. He sits up straight under your scrutiny. Turns to the screen. After a few more drums of the keyboard, he gives you a thumbs up.

“Got it,” Sylus chimes in, no doubt perusing the files already. “Nothing seems amiss. Nice work.”

“Thanks, boss,” you grin. “I’ve been working very, very hard.”

The phone is snatched from your hand. “She has, sir!” Kieran speaks into it. He stands, putting it on speaker before setting it down beside you. “I think she deserves the night off.”

There’s a crash as he shoves the computer from the desk, and Luke leans back, swinging his feet up onto the now empty space. He lifts his mask marginally to put two fingers to his lips, whistling in celebration. There’s a slow clap for good measure, too.

Kieran bows to him with a flourish. Then to you; you bow your head back.

“I’m hanging up,” Sylus states plainly.

“Ok,” you chirp, distracted. “I hope she calls you soon, boss!”  

“I don’t… I’m not…” your leader stutters. He reconsiders. “Thank you. Don’t think, however, that I’m—”

He doesn’t get to finish the warning, threat, or whatever else it was. Luke’s finger stands proudly on the phone, still connected to the ‘end call’ button. “What?” he dismisses as you and Kieran look at him. “I slipped! If boss asks, you saw me slip.”

“I did see it,” Kieran nods.

“I saw it too,” you add solemnly.  

There’s silence for a single moment, and there’s never silence with you three around. It lasts as long as it usually does.

You all burst into laughter.

[kindahoping4forever]

i feel like i’ve been pavloved to think ‘i wonder what slutty things crystal said in her tags about this’ every single time we get ashton photos

And I appreciate you for that 😌😘🫶🏻

[hoshifighting]

lyla … what are your thoughts on performance team giving you a strip tease 👁️👄👁️

hoshi with him, it’s a show. always. the lights are low, and the music's blaring through the speakers, something with a heavy beat that matches the rhythm of your heart as he moves. he's got this cocky smirk on his face, his eyes locked on you the entire time. he starts slow, teasing, rolling his hips to the music, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. “like what you see?” he purrs, his hands slipping under his shirt, lifting it just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his toned abs before he pulls it back down, making you groan in frustration.

then, he laughs—god, that laugh drives you insane—and yanks the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side like he’s been waiting to do this all night. his body is glistening under the soft light, every muscle defined as he moves closer to you, hips still swaying, like he’s about to devour you whole. he pops the button on his jeans, slowly sliding them down his thighs, and you’re practically drooling at this point. “you’re not even ready for the rest of this,” he teases.

when the jeans hit the floor, he's left in nothing but his boxers, and it takes everything in you not to jump him right then and there. he comes closer, sitting on your lap with a grin, his hands trailing down your tits before pulling back. “nah, not yet,” he whispers, standing up again, giving you one last show before he finally lets you have him.

jun’s strip tease is a full seduction—smooth, slow. the second the music starts, you’re hooked. he moves like liquid, hips swaying in time with the beat, his eyes locked on yours. he knows he’s got your attention, and he’s going to make you beg for it. he starts with the jacket, sliding it off his shoulders with a slow, tantalizing roll, letting it drop to the floor as his fingers trail down his chest. “i can tell you’re enjoying this,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a smile when you nod, practically glued to your seat.

he makes every little movement count, unbuttoning his shirt one agonizingly slow button at a time, revealing inch after inch of flawless skin. his muscles flex with each movement, and by the time he slips the shirt off completely, you’re practically melting. his hands drift down to his pants, unzipping them at a pace that’s way too slow for your liking, but he’s doing it on purpose—he loves seeing you squirm. “impatient?” he teases, his voice a low rumble as he lets the pants pool at his feet, stepping out of them gracefully.

he’s left in nothing but a pair of snug boxers, and he knows exactly how to show off what he’s got. his fingers toy with the waistband, but he doesn’t pull them down just yet. instead, he walks over to you, his hands on either side of the chair, leaning in close. “maybe you should help me with the rest.”

minghao’s got this quiet, sensual confidence that pulls you in without even trying. when he starts his strip tease, it’s like you’re the only person in the world—his movements are fluid, his eyes never leaving yours. the music is slow, sultry, and he moves with it effortlessly, swaying his hips just enough to make you bite your lip. he starts by unbuttoning his shirt, each pop of a button feeling like a slow build-up of tension between you two. his fingers are graceful, teasing, slipping the fabric off his shoulders in a way that makes your pulse race.

he lets the shirt fall to the ground, his bare chest illuminated by the soft light, and god, the way his muscles shift under his skin as he moves is mesmerizing. he doesn’t rush, never once breaking eye contact as he undoes his belt, sliding it out of the loops with a sharp snap that makes your breath hitch. he smirks at that, clearly pleased with your reaction, before unzipping his pants and letting them fall, revealing the toned lines of his legs and the big bulge of his cock inside his boxers.

he steps closer, his hands brushing your thighs as he leans in, his lips just inches from yours. “enjoying the view?” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin before he pulls away again, standing back to give you the full show. he rolls his hips, fingers teasing the waistband of his underwear, but never quite pulling them down, leaving you hanging on the edge of your seat, wanting so much more.

chan’s playful, fun, but also just the right amount of cocky. the music is something upbeat, and he’s moving his hips to the rhythm, already grinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. “you ready for this?” he asks with a wink, before he starts unbuttoning his shirt, moving his body in time with the beat. he’s not one to draw it out too long—he’s all about giving you a show, but also driving you wild in the process.

the shirt comes off, and he tosses it to the side, showing off his toned abs as he rolls his shoulders, making sure you get a good look at every inch of him. he’s dancing now, moving his hips in circles, grinding to the beat on your lap, grinding his cock on your glowr belly on the process, and you can’t tear your eyes away. the way he moves is hypnotic, and it’s clear he’s having fun with it—his smile never fades as he het up to work his pants down, wiggling his hips to slide them off in the most teasing way possible.

he’s left in just his boxers, and he gives you a little show, rolling his hips, flexing his muscles, and giving you that cocky grin that drives you crazy. “how do i look?” he asks, knowing full well what your answer is going to be. he steps closer, hands on your knees as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “let’s see if you can handle the rest,” he whispers before pulling back, letting you savor the moment just a little longer.