#descreet

[chris80215]

[sussybakaontherun]

destroys the social backbone of tumblr by not reblogging things from the blogs I follow but opening the original post to reblog it from there instead

[grugruel]

Save a Horse

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: Its girls night out, but when you see a handsome cowboy, you have no other option than to take him for a ride.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, Pet names (girl, ma'am, doll, sugar (once), darling), slight praise, body worship, cowgirl, pinv sex, southern Bucky, cockwarming, creampie, sundress kink.

AN: I lied, I was so excited to write cowboy!bucky so I posted it first.

The sounds of heels hitting pavement surrounded me as I held the door to the bar open, letting my girls pass me. We were out for our typical ladies night.

We sound like a gaggle of hens as we enter, giggling and gossiping as were already a bit drunk from dinner. The sound of music and crowded voices fill the gloomy, yet cozy lit bar.

Our group steps up to the counter, placing our orders when one of the girls nudges me, 'Honey, be descreet ok? That stud over there.' She says quietly, nodding her head to the right of us, 'Hes totally checking you out.'

I furrow my brows, doubting her words and all girls turn their heads at the same time, checking out this supposed stud.

And boy, was she right.

Sat by his lonesome, brooding and hunched over his drink, his gaze was observing me from under his hat. When he notices us all staring he chuckles and smirks, nodding to the empty seat next to him. The girls whisper to me in various terms of encouragement and surprise like 'Holy shit!' And 'Go get him, girl.'

I shake my head and laugh, mouthing "Later" to him. 'Lets just get a table.' I tell the girls with a bright smile.

The night goes on, but unable to keep my eyes to myself. They drift toward the handsome cowboy by the bar and more often than not, I find him already looking.

'Girl, if you dont want him, we'll take him.' They say, all agreeing with the statement.

I look at them with round eyes 'Oh my god, fine.' I snicker.

'Hurry!' They shout as I stand up.

'Im going, im going!' I assure them, and make my way to the bar. I look behind me, to find the girls giving me thumbs up and waving their hands in shooing motions.

I hear a low whistle coming from the pool table nearby, and turn to see a man looking at me up and down. Staring at my bare legs and slightly seathrough dress, it was the middle of summer after all.

I wink at him in good spirits as I turn back and saunter toward the bar, sidling up to the handsome cowboy. He observes his whiskey glas and says 'I was startin' to think you'd never come.' A charming smile on his lips.

I sat down, 'You doubtin' your abilities?'

He shook his head and met my eyes, 'No, ma'am. I just dont like being presumtious.'

'Confident, not boastful. I like that.' I told him truthfully.

'I was hopin' so.' He said, that charming smile making its way back to his lips, 'You seem to be a popular girl.' Eyeing the man who whistled at you.

I wave the bartender down, 'That bother you?' I ask, and give the bartender my order.

The cowboys eyes drift over my body, admiring what he sees. Nothing the way my leg is poking out of the slit in my sundress. 'No ma'am.' He jerks his head, then says under his breath, 'I can see why.' And smiles to himself.

'What was that?' I asked, the sound of a crowded bar dulling my hearing.

He points at the bartender, 'Told him to put it on my tab.' He lazily excuses. The bartenders nods hesitantly, looking at me for confirmation.

I hummed in agreeing, a smile tugging on my lips, 'I can pay for myself y'know.'

'I never doubted.' He said with a genuine smile, 'Please, let me be a gentleman miss.'

I put my hads up, 'Well, alright.'

He tipped his hat to me in gratitude. I observed his features as he did the same, 'You never told me your name.' I tilted my head to the side, looking deeply into his eyes as if I could tell the name from the hue of blue alone.

'My real names James, but they call me Buck out here.' a gleam of mischief appearing in his eyes. Making me eager to know why, I already had a few guesses. 'And yours, miss. . .?'

I shook my head, looking at him through my lashes in challenge 'Now, that. . . You'll have to earn.'

He nodded and pursed his lips, my answer seemed to humour him, 'Thats a challenge im willin' to accept.' He told me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping our drinks. The tension hung in the air around us, and so did the origin of his name, acuriosity eventually got the better of me.

'So, why do they call you Buck anyway. If I may ask that is.'

He laid one arm on the bar, holding his glass and leaning against it for support 'You may guess, I'll tell you if its right. Scouts honor..' He answered, his voice cheeky.

I rolled my eyes, but a smile threatened my lips, 'S'pouse thats fair.' I studied him, his clothes were well worn, nicely fitted but roughed up and dirty. 'Farmer maybe-' I began and he was about to cut in, to answer for me, but I stopped him, 'Hold on, thats not my final guess.'

I reached for his hands, opening them to look at their state. Big and calloused, 'Hard worker, it seems. Your hands are at the very least.' I pointed out and met his eyes, looking at him through my lashes.

'Thats a promise darlin'.' He said earnestly, but with a hint mischief in his tone. And supposedly nothing ulterior behind his words. I took his chin between my fingers, moving his head so I could get a good look at his face. A few scrapes, same with his hat.

'Can I look at your hat?' I asked, and he obliged, taking it off of him.

He leaned forward, his eyes ruefull 'You can try it on if you want.' He said in a low voice, ment for my ears only.

'Is that right?' I teased, pleased expression on on face.

'I think it'd suit you.' He told me, shrugging.

'Could you roll your sleeves up for me?' I asked him, ignoring the latter. Nothing ulteiror behind my words either, supposedly.

But man, as he rolled them up and I saw those strong veiny arms? Something definitley set aflame inside me. But I also noticed a big bruise under his forearm, leading up to his elbow, as if he'd fallen on it.

'It wouldnt be my first time wearin' a cowboys hat, boy. Not my first rodeo either.' I said. A smile spreading across his face as he nodded, approvingly. 'Speaking of, you do rodeo dont you?'

'Yes, ma'am.' He said, impressed by my deduction.

'You strong in the saddle, that why they call you Buck?'

'I stay on, most of the time.' He admitted.

I hummed, 'Theres something more to it though, isnt there?' I asked, and he nodded. 'You got a reputiation for bucking cowgirls out of the saddle?' I joked.

He laughs, but doesnt deny it.

The bartender cuts in, 'Indeed, he does.' And winks at me, I return a flattered smile. He leans toward me, resning his forearms on the counter 'Next drink 's on the house, little lady.' He whispered, a flirtatious smile on his lips.

'Why, thank you.' I said politley, ignoring the bad flirting.

The cowboy looked between the two of you, chuckled, then settled his gaze on the bartender.

'Careful there Chief, I already had my eyes on this one.' He said and nodded his head in my direction.

The bartender, whos aparent name is Chief, smiled at Buck, 'Yeah well, you cant have em' all.' Chief said in a gruff voice and gave me a quick look, smiling confidently. When he looked back, the cowboy had raised his eyebrows in question, wordlessly comunicating something along the lines of "You sure you wanna do this?"

The bartender licked his lips, thoughts of regret circling his head.

'Boys, boys. . .' I tried, a bad attempt at calming them.

The bartender closed the distance between him and Buck in long pompous strides, leaning over the bar slowly, settled his head next to him in a calm and collected motion, then kept his voice low but hasty 'C'mon Buck, you can get any girl you want. Let me have this one, please.' He begged, his voice betraying him as its high-pitched nature shone through.

His bad attempt at a whisper made me giggle, and earned me a smirk from Buck.

'I believe that fine lady over there can hear just fine, bud.' He whispered back, making the bartender look at me in horror. Quickly rebuilding the facade of confidence over his face and the flirtatious smile to go with it. However, nervousity was making it crack. 'Besides.' Buck continued, 'Nothing says she'll chose either of us.'

I looked between the men, it was an obvious choice. 'Reputation or not, I'll accept that challenge.'

He met my eyes with a grin, grabbing the top of his hat and placed it on my head. He pulled my hair back from my face and laid it behind my shoulder so he could see my face better. I could hear chearing from our left, we both looked and saw the girls whooping and clapping.

The bartender backed off in defeat, but a smile clad his face.

'So you were a scout?' I teased, a humored expression on my face.

'Yes, ma'am.' He nodded, forgetting he didnt have his hat to tip. So I did it for him.

I laid my hand on the nape of his neck, burrying my hand in his hair, 'So, how about it cowboy. Wanna take me for a ride?'

He smiled and bit his lip, 'I thought you'd never ask.'

He took my hand and led me to his car in a hurry, we ran through the dim, rainy night and next thing I know im sitting on top of him in the backseat of his truck.

I kiss him fiercly, eager to taste him. Hes trying to slow me down, but im aching for more him. 'Girl.' He says, trying to grab my attention as I kiss his jaw. And when I dont stop, he cups my face and pushes me backward so that he can get a look at me, 'Slow down.' He whispers, stroking a strand of hair behind my ear as he studies my face. 'Theres no hurry. I want all of ya', not a second.' He says and smiles.

I wasnt used to this, I had one-night stands before for sure. But they we're always in a hurry, using me for my body and nothing else. Bucks comment made me blush, suddenly shy. I had to turn my face the other way as I realised that he was actually paying attention to me, and not just chasing his own pleasures. 'Sorry.' I said under my breath.

'No need to apologize girl.' He assured, hand reaching for my chin. Gently taking it between his fingers and turning my head to face him.

'Youre a real gentleman, arent you?' My smile was faint, as I thought about previous encounters. Memories making me appreciate his soft touch.

'I try.' He grins, not in an egotistical way, but rather proudly. 'Thats how I was raised.' He nodded, stroking a line over my lips with his thumb, 'Just, beautiful. . .' He mumbles, as his eyes follow his thumb, observing the movement of my lips.

'They did one hell of a job.' I say, kissing his cheek.

'They'd appreciate that, I was one hell of a gangster growing up.' He chuckled as his hands fell to my shoulders, and continued sliding down my arms, taking both straps of my dress with him.

'A gangster with manners, who treat women right.' I pointed out, a sigh leaving me as his touch aling with the cool air prickled my skin.

'Well.' He paused, his eyes flickering over my exposed skin as he squeezed his way down my arm in massaging motions. 'I would be nothing without the women in my life.' He says, kissing my shoulder 'Men would be nothing without women, to put it simply.'

His words caused me to bite my lip, a pulse settling deep in my uterus. I lean into him, unbuttoning his shirt and slide my hands underneath. Feeling his warm skin and strong muscles under my fingertips. His shirt catches on my wrists and I slide it off of his shoulders, then drape my arms around him and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. 'Just when I thought you couldnt turn me on more.' I whisper and kiss him gently.

He grunts appreciatively, 'Oh how you'll take those words back when youre screamin' my name sugar.' He says and kisses his way along my neck. Stirring the butterflies in my stumache.

I kiss along his jaw as his lips reach my cheekbone and eventually we meet lip to lip, ghosting eachother as he leans his forehead against mine. 'You're perfect doll.' He says under his breath, his air alone tasting divine. I blush and close the final distance between us, kissing his lips.

Heat builds within us as our movements grow hungry. His hands roam my body, rubbing my thighs and grabbing my waist. 'Can I look at ya'?' He asks, desperation in his voice. Whimpering almost, but not quite.

'Mhmm.' I hum, and slide the straps down my arms. The dress falls down my torso and bunches at my hips. A sharp intake of breath comes from him as his eyes study me, the curve of my breasts, waist, and everything else. This time, however, I dont turn shy. Because I know that there is nothing but admiration behind his gaze, his eyes basically turning heart-shaped.

'May I?' He looks at me, pleading, begging.

'Yes, please.' I Whimper.

And in the flash of a second, hes on me. Hunching down to take my breasts into his mouth, hungerly sucking. I moan, my breaths heavy as the smacking and slurping sound of his mouth on my flesh symphonises. The windows begin fogging up, clouding the view of the parking lot, hiding our identities but showing our intentions.

His hands slide over my thighs and under my dress, toying with the hem of my panties. Pulling on them and then letting go, making them snap back and sting my skin. I yelp from the sudden sensation, he let's out a muffled laugh against my skin. I bite my lip and burry my hands in his hair to gently pull at my pleasure.

His hands move under my panties, holding my hips in place. I grind down on his lap and immidietly, my core touches his erection. We both freeze, he let's go of my breasts and pull back to look at me. Our eyes meet, gazes flickering between eachothers eyes in silent communication. Eventually, we both agree.

Under the sound of rain hitting the truck, we clash together in a feverish kiss as I unbuckle his belt and zipp down his jeans, he rips my panties apart and pulls his member out. Our movements are hasty and filled with want, needing the other so incredibly bad. I sit up as Buck lines himself up with my entrance, we lock eyes and I slide down onto him, his size filling me perfectly.

We gasp in unisome as the sensation sinks in, smiles chasing our lips.

I start moving and he grips my hips to help my movements. Soon, we have set a needy rhythm, both chasing our highs. He leans back to take in the sight, my breasts bouncing along with the rest of my body. I move my hands to take his hat off, but he shakes his head. 'That hat shows your mine, girl.' He says between the smacking of our skin, luring a smile onto my lips, 'And Id like to keep it that way.' Panting, a grin spreading over his face.

My knees grow weak as pressure builds within me and my movements grow irregular, a whimper manifesting in my throat. Buck circles his arms around me, pulling me close to him and suspends me above his lap as he begins thrusting into me roughly. 'I got ya', such a good girl.' He whispers, doing the all the work for me.

My stumache flitters from his words, 'Fuck.' I moan, 'Just like that, Buck.' My breathing becomes ragged as his strong arms hold me.

I rest my head on his shoulder, his thrusts rocking my body entire body. My gaze drifts to the condensation on the windows, observing how the water droplets bunch and grow bigger as they slide down the glas. My vision blurring, 'Im close, Buck.' I whisper, 'Fuck me.'

He lets out a breathy chuckle, 'Thats what I've been doin'.' I adjust my hips, so that I can grind my clit against his abdomen. I shut my eyes hard as I'm tipping over the edge.

'Let me hear you doll.' He moans.

I moan a string of curses, screaming his name as I topple over the edge. He's thrusts falter and he grunts as his own orgasm arrives right after mine. He comes deep inside of me and let's up on his hold around me. He moves his hand to my back, gently massaging circles while the other stokes hair from my sweaty forhead. I slide down onto his lap, member still inside me as we exchange exhausted breaths.

Suddnely-

A knock sounds on one of the windows, startling me terribly. I yelp, 'Holy shit!' pushing myself closer to Bucks chest in an attempt to cover some of my naked body.

'Sorry!' The man said, 'Didnt mean to scare ya' lady.' hastily turning his face away, profile cloudy through the window. He cleared his throat and continued, 'It's getting rowdy in there Buck, I could really use some backup.' His voice reminding me of the bartender.

'Fuck. . .' Buck sighs, 'I'll be right there chief.' And the bartender leaves. Hastily, but not rushing, he helps me dress, pulling up my dress straps and reaching into the passenger seat for his worker-jacket to wrap around my shoulders.

I smile, 'Thank you.' And pull my arms through the sleeves, 'You really don't have though.'

His eyebrows furrow, 'Of course I do.' He says matter of factly, sounding very confused.

'But you'll need your jacket.' I protest.

He grins, 'So? You'll be returnin' it tomorrow.' He grabs my waist and lifts me off of him, the sound of his member sliding out of me making a sick suctioning sound and he tucks himself away.

I tilt my head in question, my turn to be confused. 'Tomorrow?' I ask, as he opens the truck door and steps out, holding his hand out for me to take and looking at me expectantly. I give him a slanted smile, his kindness making me feel undeserving, I forget his earlier statement. I slide my hand into his and shake my head, almost in disbelief. 'You're too kind.'

'I'm not, and you'll learn that you're worth it.' He says, meeting my eyes and shutting the door behind me. I blush, and look away. But he grabs my face and turns me to face him, he smiles and strokes my cheek with his thumb. 'I was hoping you'd stay over, I'll take my jacket tomorrow when it's warmer.'

Warmth spreads inside me, partly because of Bucks seed still in me. I clamp my walls shut to avoid it leaking out while I'm standing. 'I'd love to cowboy, but I gotta tell my friends, and use the bathroom. . .'

He raises an eyebrow in confusion, then it hits him, 'Oh right.' He chuckles, grabbig his hat to ruffle my hair with it. 'Yes ma'am, of course.' He says and kisses my temple, then laces his fingers together with mine and lead me back towards the bar.

'Hey.' He says, stopping in his tracks 'Have I earned your name yet?' He gently yanks me back, snaking his arms around me.

'I'd say so.' I chuckle, standing on my tiptoes and leaning closer, whispering my name into his ear. Then stand back.

Buck grins, 'Just as beautiful as the rest of ya' he says, and pulls me into a kiss.

[cosmiado]

the fact that oakworthy managed to go real three separate descreet times and STILL isn't fully canon is so fucking funny to me. truly who else is doing it like them

[discodreaming]

could we get some sting eucliffe x m! reader relationship headcanons?

characters: sting eucliffe x male!reader

genre: general fluff, general headcanons

content warning: sting counts as a warning bc he's a menace to society ( and our hearts )

hear me out okay, mans is prime golden retriever boyfriend

he looks super intimidating to people bc he kind of is at first look, but really he's like just super excited when it comes to you.

like he could be doing his job as guild master and he sees his boyfriend come in????

he's done, he's rushing over and hugging you and giving you a big kiss

he's here hugging you close no matter what size

you could be taller than him and he's holding onto you

smaller? you're getting scooped up

same height? his head is nuzzling into your neck

oh my god sting who loves it when you two lay together though, constantly touching perhaps

mayhaps hear me out even taking turns being the big spoon and the little spoon

but if he's the big spoon, his arm is wrapped tight around you, keeping you close to his chest because he feels the need to protect

it could be his dragon genes that make him possessive but who knows sips

he's always hesitant to being little spoon

it leaves him really vulnerable and he only will do this once you guys have been dating for a while i feel

sting also gives the vibe of like holding your face and checking you over in panic

also lector?? seeing how happy you make sting?? you're cool in his book, as long as you keep his best friend happy

now sting will always see you as his equal, bc i think he'd believe n more of a partnership.

he's so god damn cheesy too, like you guys would def go on a date for everything

if he's not busy as the guild master ( i don't think that'll stop him either way tho )

you think the girls are the only one into matching?? like i said he's cheesy, he'd have something matching with you

it could be descreet or it could be nice and loud

and if yyou're apart of a different guild?? he's still making time and place to come see you just to see how ur doing

also please forgive him if he forgets your guys' dates sometimes, sometimes u gotta go to him and see him swamped

he's doing his best

but also he loves to plan surprise dates for you, always making sure you're enjoying yourself ( he most def always pays attention to what you like and don't like )

he has fumbled a couple times but he's getting there

i also wanna add a bonus marriage one for you but it wouldn't matter who you are he's gonna cry and call you so fucking handsome and i can see him just be so awestruck

he always has some kind of butterflies when it comes to you

he's always so excited to tell you things about what's happened on missions and vise versa, his attention on you as you go on about your day and what happened on the missions

and if you're ever sad, he's going to come out with hands rated e for everyone

oh my god he's also gonna constantly BRAG about you, to anyone who will listen

a/n: i honestly could keep rambling about sting ( and laxus ) like i just holds him gently like hamburger

also whispers def hold his hand and link your fingers together he'll lose his mind

[nthspecialll]

"Abigail was the other rat!"

They didn't need another rat. Very simple, Beau figures them out literally the first time we meet him. While he may not know that they are the Van Der Lindes, he knows they are criminals, and their cover is blown before it is even created.

"I am just looking for work." "Looking for something that is for sure."

"I didn't hear about daughters, I heard about gold." I am sorry Arthur, but that is not descreet.

And I think the way that Beau found them out is so interesting because it isn't by their violence he figures them out, it is by their eagerness and curiosity. "We don't get many travelers around here and suddenly there is a group of people so willing to help out."

Rhodes is two tightknit communities, they know when to expect that something is up, and that is when a group of people who, let's be honest, looks like criminals suddenly gets all up in their business, immedaitely inserting themselves into the heart and power of the town.

[radiodust-heart]

When out with angel and his friends he seems calm but angel keeps a finger or two in alastors belt loop to indicate to others Alastor is his and he is Alastors. When angel wears anything with loops Alastor holds on to them because he thinks thats what you do with your favorite person but in angels world its a sign of ownership. Claiming someone. It makes Angel blush when he does it cause he doesnt know but is telling people Alastor is his.

Another scenerio, when Alastor is getting overwhelmed angel will hold his hand with his lower set of hands. Keeping it a little descreet. Just to comfort Alastor and not make it to obvious or shoving it in everyones face. Its just there to comfort Alastor

[coyote-kiddo]

little moodboard of stuff from my descreet agere board on pinterest :3c

i'm experimenting w making moodboards on the tumblr layout instead of picsart bc my tablet is dead currently but moodboards r really comforting for me!!

[samanthastarss]

I've been doing some rottmnt inspired tattoo designs!

These ones are mainly lowkey designs (in case ur worried about the meanies picking on ya for having a special interest, dw boo they're just boring!), and you can still rep the rottmnt boys in a way thats cute but discreet if thats ur jam <3

The phrases were ones that i just thought were cute, feel free to ref them and put any other phrase you want :>

There are minimalistic ones (the shapes and hearts) in case you just want something teensy tiny and descreet but still rottmnt related

Then theres the more stylised symbol/ninpo design up the top right

Finally, the ninpo rings/portals, theres the coloured ink ver and the white ink neon style ver for each of the boys! :>

This was fun to do!! Please tag me if you use any of these because I would LOVE to see <33

[0asta0]

Asta i'm coming to you since you are basically my sibling now and Magnus doesn't trust me (Couldnt imagine why, I thought I was keeping my spy status descreet)

I fucked up with my father Frey so badly, I think he needs comforting now

—Wolf, daughter of Frey? ¿no one?

I'll go take care of Frey... are you allergic to cats? Because I have cats...

[ego-meliorem-esse]

is Alfred interested in anyone? He's such a pretty boy, so strong *anon fawns himself* almost as beautiful as Matthew

He's definitely... interested. He's interested in the way that he suddenly feels like he needs the dude in the most biblical sense, obsessing and borderline stalking. Then after getting his dick fix, he goes back to work like he hasn't ever even met this fella.

As for whom, Ivan would be the most obvious choice of candidates for the nightly randevous. He's descreet, mysterious, intelligent. But he's also strong, broad and most importantly, taller than Alfred. Plus he insults and bickers with Alfred in the most interesting and engaging way. My Al is a bit of a masochist under the covers and Ivan satisfies that enthusiasticaly.

I have some other nations who could peak Als interest but I doubt anyone is interested if the answer isn't the canon/main characters.

[lemonhemlock]

Rhaenyra kills me with her lack of subtly and descreetion at Laena's funeral when she's following Daemon around like a lost puppy dog. It's like your reputation/inheritance was already put on the line because of his creepy ass! Why would you risk it again, especially, at your in laws home when they could so easily turn against you and join your enemies?! Stupid!

Now that I think about it, it just saddens me to see how desperate she is for Daemon and how much she puts herself at risk for him. When he doesn't even return half of the favor. It's like one of the writers said she's in love with him more than he is with her and you can tell. Rhaenyra needs Daemon more than he needs her and he knows it. Which is why it's so easy for him to constantly abandon her whenever she needs him most. Damn did his grooming do a number on her.

I'm not sure if this was the writers' intention, but Daemon seemed to be way more into Rhaenyra when she was young. IDK if it's the writing or the actors' chemistry, but post-time-jump Daemyra is just boring, sex scene included.

The thing about Daemon is that in the books he is linked to both Harwin's and Laenor's deaths, so he does actually never stop pursuing her until he fulfills his goal. Whereas in the show, it's Rhaenyra who pursues him and even basically proposes to him. I wonder if they changed that because they wanted to show Rhaenyra as more in charge and independent, entering a relationship with Daemon because of her free will, not because she felt compelled in some way.

Also show!Daemon constantly leaving Rhaenyra to fend for herself in vulnerable situations is so jarring. Something daemyras are not intent to analyse or even acknowledge.

[pixelmensupremacy]

hihihihihi!!! idk if you havent watch chainsaw man but, if havent you should go watch it! (if you want too ofc 🧍‍♀️) can i request connor, 60 and nines for reader with quanxi personality? thank you <3

A/N: Hey, dear! I haven't watched it so keep that in mind! I tried my best to embody the character and I hope I did okay (you'll be the judge of that).

What you are about to read is not proofread and was written during a period of writer's block. Proceed with caution.

The boys will be absolutely smitten with (Y/N) although their infatuation will manifest differently

Connor would oftentimes find himself staring at her in silence as she practically hunted any criminal they were after, bewitched by her, seemingly limitless, drive

His biocomponents will malfunction too often when in her presence for him to even function properly let alone do his job

She found it absolutely adorable

And she would tease him about it

"Hello, Detective!" He greeted her with enthusiasm untypical for an android "Can I be of service? I could help with the reports on the latest case you've been working on." He gave her a hopeful smile, the sparkle in his eyes shone brighter than ever.

"Thanks, dear but I could handle myself, though I reckon your reports won't write themselves." She smiled back at him, yet there was a flirtatious tone to her voice that had Connor's thirium pump accelerate. Soft blue dusted his cheeks, silence fell upon him.

"For fuck's sake! Did you break him?" Hank's voice came from the opposite desk, finally bringing Connor to the present moment.

As much as his malfunctioning episodes were concerning and even ego-crushing, he pushed it aside and instead pondered on why it was that (Y/N) caused that reaction

Post deviancy when Connor is aware of his emotions and has embraced them, he realizes there's more to his infatuation with (Y/N)- it had extended to attraction

More often than not, he will spend a lot of his time in her company, soaking in as much information about her as possible

But her descreet nature didn't help

Even though it was discouraging at first, Connor's interest was soon rekindled by the challenge of unraveling the mystic aura surrounding her

She was truly unlike any human he had come across

Much like Connor, Nines too would observe (Y/N), though he would successfully mask his interest in her

Or he at least he thinks he does

Periodically, she would intentionally meet his icy gaze only to wink at him, knowing he stares at her

Which in return caused a smug grin to curl the corners of her lips

(Y/N) enjoys teasing the three RK boys, though she had a preference for the one and only RK900

In her presence he would act cool, skillfully hiding the fierce whizzing of his biocomponents that overheated at the simplest interaction he had with (Y/N)

"So what do we have here?" (Y/N) asked enthusiastically, her palm lingering on his shoulder as she walked to him and took a look at the body, lifelessly laying on the floor.

His LED spun in a bright amber color, and his processor malfunctioned. Quickly blinking, he ran a system analysis- no apparent impairments. Taking a deep breath in, he let the air naturally cool his overheated bio components.

"The victim had been found recently, although the death had occurred long ago, there are bruises on the victim's death, suggesting the cause of death is strangulation." (Y/N) listened to him carefully, taking in every word he said, yet the was also something else occupying her mind: why it took him so long to answer? Then she saw his LED, dancing in multiple colors, his passions were balled into fists so tight his knuckles were on the brim revealing the plastic underneath his synthetic skin. A sly smile appeared on her face.

"You seem distracted, is there something you're not telling me?" Her gaze met his, his face had kept his stoic façade. His expression remained enigmatic, though his silence spoke words that were left unsaid.

Out of all the three, only Sixty will be fully open about his interest in (Y/N)

He will tirelessly try to get (Y/N)'s attention

He will flirt, dropping ridiculously corny pick up lines at any given moment

She is responsive to his flirting, laughing at how he would make a fool of himself for the sake of bringing a smile to her face

Which smile never failed to spurr a mixture of emotions that made his thirium pump malfunction

Sixty sat behind his desk, silence- abnormal for his nature- had fallen upon him. Curiously, (Y/N) observed him only to notice him fidgeting with Connor's coin. Immediately, Sixty's gaze met hers.

"If I flip this coin, what are the chances of me getting head?" her laughter rang in his ears akin to the sweetest melody that he has ever been fortunate to hear.

"You're the one with a computer for a brain, you should know the answer yourself." She shot him a playful smile.

Right as Sixty was about to deliver the smoothest line of his existence, Connor interrupted their flirting.

"Has anyone seen my coin, I seem to have lost it somewhere." He questioned, the genuine worry visible on his face.

When on duty, the three androids like to think they are guarding (Y/N)

Yet it was usually (Y/N) that saved them, whenever they were too busy arguing

When out in public, the four of them would draw attention, causing shocked stares and whispers

(Y/N) didn't mind

In fact, she enjoyed the shock value they held by just unapologetically being themselves and most of all enjoying each other's company

There was also another factor she never excluxively addmited to be the reason for attachment to the boys

As greedy as it sounded she wanted them by her side

[beelmons]

@limeyyyyz said: Spencer Reid....and my love language is touch❤️

Physical touch + Acts of services (Spencer's love language)

Sis, you got a hard one. Spencer likes to solve stuff, riddles, situations, people. He'll drop you breakfast at work, take you to fix your car, help you through everything and anything. Attentive and loving, there will be one, very small problem. He probably hugs you like once a year, on your birthday.

That's an exaggeration, of course, but he's not the one to initiate contact on a daily basis, unless an extraordinary situation demands it. He will always welcome your touches as long as he is in a comfortable environment, but you will have to ask him specifically when you want to be touched. He can go days without a hug or a kiss, and that doesn't feel strange to him.

To feel loved, he needs words of affirmation. So pair up your touches with some sweet talking and you'll Pavlov him into craving more. If you want to give him a peck, kiss him and tell him how handsome he looks. If you want to show it in public, you're going to have to be more descreet. Brush your thighs together, hold his hand for a little bit, cup his cheeks and smile at him, nothing too over the top or he might end up feeling suffocated.

During hard times, though, keep in mind that he will resort to acts of services, so if you need physical comfort, you will have to use your words. If you struggle with words of affirmation, or you feel like acts of services is just insulting your capability, you might encounter problems, and he has difficulty expressing his feelings, so you might have to be the bigger person and strike the conversation. Once he understands your psyche, though, he will totally become self-aware and take the initiative every once in a while.

Scenario:

You had just come back from Rossi's and you boyfriend had decided to stay the night at your place. The road home was quiet, since both of you were tired, but the second he closed the door behind him you turned around with a dead-serious look on your eyes. "Be honest, do you not love me anymore?" you asked.

"What?!" his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed, and his head tilted with utter confusion "Why are you saying that?"

"Have you ever noticed that, whenever we're at Rossi's, not once do you kiss me, or hug me, or hold my hand" you pointed out, your arms crossing over your chest "Not even during the slow dancing part of the party."

He had skipped that song, sure, but it had been because you had mentioned your feet hurting due to having worn an uncomfortable pair of shoes, and he had ran off to ask Rossi for a couple of slippers so you could change into them and continue dancing. Could you not see that?

"I'm sorry?" he said, unsure if it was actually his place to be apologizing "I didn't think it was a big deal."

"Well it is to me!" honestly, you had been a bit sensitive during the night, and the way your tears flodded down was just a burst of mixed emotions and insecurities you'd been holding for a while now.

Spencer just stood there, frozen, observing as you wiped away the salty dropplets running on your face. "I didn't mean to upset you, how can I make it better?" he asked, genuine concern on his face.

"You don't have to fix everything, Spence, just hug me. Hug me today, hug me when you're sad, hug me when you're happy, hug me when the sun shines, and when the wind blows, hug me because you love me, hug me just because." you sobbed in his direction. He didn't need anymore hints, because in a blink his arms were around you, and his hands were holding your head close to his chest.

"I love you. I do love you." he reminded you.

That night, his arms didn't leave your body as you slept soundly. And you wouldn't find out until years later, married and all, that he set an alarm every morning to remind him to hug you just because.

[looking-for-hairy-men]

Hi send photo of your self I do the same and your age I descreet

[bangsinc]

I also don't really like the series but I just love scarecrow voice in it. So can you write HC for that version and TBNAT (I think is written like that, idk 😭) for when his so tells him that they're pregnant and how would he be as a father?- 🩷

💀TNBA Scarecrow X Pregnant! Reader🎃

THIS IS SO REAL. He’s only in like 2 episodes but god his voice is so attractive. Also, I’m such a sucker for a pregnant reader, idk, it’s a sweet trope.

Basic warnings since reader is pregnant. Light mention of vomit and stuff but as usual no Nsfw! Well, obviously a mention of being intimate since reader is pregnant.. and like yknow.

Jonathan’s never nessecarly been sentimental, not even twoards his significant other. While he's been open and a shoulder to cry on, he's never experienced the urge to cry himself. That doesn’t mean he’s never had other.. urges.

It doesn’t come as a complete shock (it does) when the news is initially broken. Of course he is happy, but he’s not sure how to express it. If anything, he’s outwardly acting as if this might be a slight issue.. which it is.

Hes thought of having kids with his partner, but given the life he leads that idea manifesting is slim to none. None of his goons are even aware of your existance, he’s keeped the very idea of him ever having a partner tucked away in their feeble minds. You’re too important for him to go around flaunting.

If you two weren’t married, expect him to push a very, very quiet wedding. One or two people, maybe a villian he trusts with this sort of information. He wants this kid, if you want it too.

He hires multiple at home nurses during the 8 months. He keeps them descreet, having them snuck in nearly everyday to assist you the more time goes by. He’s very much there by your side, noticiably not being seen as much by his goons. He can’t just stop doing what drives him, but he loves you too much for you not to be a big priority.

He’s a little more emotionally transparent during the pregnancy. He’s clingy, suprisingly, constantly holding onto you whenever you both are in proximity. Hes created something with you perminantly, you are his now, and of course he’s yours, so he’s pretty much ride or die by now. Not only that, but the fact you were so willingly intimate with him, given his profession and chemically scarred appearance.. he’s never finding another. You’re the only woman that could ever matter to him.

That being said, if he wasn’t already pushing you away from his ‘line of work’, he’s making sure you never even see a single vial of fear toxin. He’s not aware of the effect something such as that could have on you, espically in the state your in. He’s not sure what he would be able to do with himself if you got into an accident.

He’s by your side along with multiple at home nurses when you give birth, holding onto your hand the entire time and not even daring to flinch no matter how hard you squeeze it. He doesn’t have emotion in his voice as he attempts to soothe you, but he is.. happy.

Hes not emotionally distant as a father, but he doesn’t know how to handle children. He keeps basic precautions, such as keeping them away from his lab equipment and fear toxin, but what if his baby is terrified of him?

He’s hired men,,, and payed them rather handsomely to help make a seperate room for the baby to you and his liking. He’s very communicative during this, although he is more driven by what makes you happy.

He can’t exactly play with a baby, either. His leg prohibits a lot of extensive movement, and he’s a bit of an older villian as it is. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to spend time with the kid, far from it. He’s still a villian through and through, but his crimes have gotten less extravagant with all the times he spends assisting you and his kid.

Batman even grows more leniant, noticing that he isn’t actually a terrible dad. He takes his time apprehending Jonathan, and even then he makes sure it’s a possibility for you and him to see eachother with your kid.

He’s not a fun dad, but he loves his kid and you through and through. He’d do anything to protect the both of you, you’re the only people truly connected to him, the only people he actually cares for.