Tumgik
#andy wilson
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Poirot, 2004
40 notes · View notes
fascinator-birds · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
Hooded Merganser (Lophodytes cucullatus)
© Andy Wilson
139 notes · View notes
grusinskayas · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Emma Griffiths Malin as Jacqueline de Bellefort in Agatha Christie's Poirot: Death on the Nile (2004) dir. Andy Wilson
5 notes · View notes
opinionatedoctopus · 2 years
Note
challenge: prompt 2 for instinct, but make it not angsty.
So um. I got carried away. From this prompt list, here is:
Dressing Down
“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough last time.” Julian drawls, giving Dylan the most judgmental up-down he’s ever seen.
Lizzie smothers a snort. Traitor. It should’ve been her in that outfit.
Dylan poses, his eggplant colored dress shimmering in the fluorescents of the precinct office space. “No, you were plenty clear, Jules! Lizzie simply wasn’t up for being the bait today and since our fish is open to all fish in the sea…” His peanut colored lips pull into a smile.
Julian stares wryly at the lipstick that compliments the dress and Dylan’s eyeshadow rather well. The biggest issue, for Julian, is that the dress, meant for Lizzie, is much too short on Dylan. The diamond patterned fishnet stockings pressing into Dylan’s thighs aren’t helping. 
“Right.” Julian’s voice comes out louder than he intended. “Right. Well, time is of the essence if we are planning to catch this murderer. Did Lizzie help you wire up?”
Dylan taps the mic hidden in the–oh god he’s wearing a choker–
Detective Harris walks in, stack of papers in hand, ready for a late night. He stops in the doorway, turns, and retreats back to where he came from. Good, Julian thinks. Then he thinks he’s glad it wasn’t Fucci.
He hears a faint “you do not want to go in there” from the hallway. Lizzie is snickering again. Julian wishes he had his gun on him.
“You should be able to hear me. Test it?” Dylan spins on his heel perfectly, of course, and flounces out of the room. Julian stares. Since when does Dylan flounce? Fumbling, Julian hurries to put his earpiece in when the door shuts.
“Hello? Jules, can you hear me?” Julian accidentally locks eyes with Lizzie and she has the most shiteating grin on her face. Dylan’s voice, with the mic so tight to his throat, sounds as if Julian has his own ear pressed to the man’s throat himself. 
Julian is a professional. He does not shiver. He doesn’t even breathe. Maybe that is not a good thing. He clears his throat. “Right. Yes. Everything is functioning.”
If he hears Lizzie mutter “Are you sure?” he definitely doesn’t give her the two finger salute. She doesn’t see it. She’s fiddling with her phone. 
“I’ve never been a honeypot agent before!” Dylan sounds far too excited to be seducing a killer.
“Get back in here.” Julian snaps through the line.
Dylan slips back into the main room. Everything he does is graceful. Julian wishes, for once, that his friend were wearing his usual form-fitting suits instead of this. His eyes find themselves back on Dylan’s thighs. Fucking hell.
“I’ll be right back,” Lizzie announces, and practically skips toward the lobby. She shoos off some gawking officers on the other side of the glass walls.
Dylan and Julian stare at each other.
Julian wishes Lizzie had left Dylan’s usually perfectly coiffed hair alone. It looks like goddamn sex hair. Ruffled, fluffed, wrecked. A fingers-run-through-it kind of mussed. Julian wishes he’d helped instead of Lizzie. He wishes a lot of things.
Clearing his throat, Julian says: “Lizzie did a good job.”
Dylan smiles again. “Lizzie did nothing but sit on her phone, but that’s high praise from the connoisseur of dating gentlemen! When was your last boyfriend? France? ‘96?”
Julian flinches.
“Sorry.” Dylan’s voice is too quiet. 
Julian shrugs a mask on, easy as breathing. “No harm done. We never would’ve worked. I’d forgotten him almost entirely!” Dylan has that look on his face. The one that stares right through you. Julian continues. “Besides, it’s been ages. Lots of other lovely partners since.” Julian flicks his eyes to where Lizzie had disappeared and this time it’s Dylan who flinches. Then bristles.
Julian leans back in his chair, itching for a fight. It’s easier to meet than the alternative. Eyes narrowed, Dylan opens his mouth to respond, but Lizzie re-enters. 
With Andy.
Oh god. Lizzie’s conniving little face has somehow gotten more smug.
“Dylan!” Andy speeds up when he spots his husband, but when Dylan turns, delighted, Andy freezes in his tracks. “Dylan.”
Julian and Lizzie both open their mouths to defend the necessity of the mission before they really notice the look on Andy’s face. Their mouths both snap shut.
Dylan meets his husband where he’s frozen. “Hello.” He says. And Julian has to look away.
The couple converse quietly and Julian can’t stop sneaking looks at the private moment. Andy can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. Julian’s eyes track the movement. The quick press of skin on fabric. The gentle touch of Andy’s hand just under Dylan’s earring–does Dylan have pierced ears?
It doesn’t help in keeping Julian’s wandering eyes to himself that Andy is dressed down. The last time they saw each other, Andy was still at the law firm wearing those suits that made him look as rigidly uncomfortable as a Ken Doll. But this Andy…the one in a simple button down, a few buttons popped, bar towel still slung across his shoulder… his jeans… Julian looks away for as long as he can manage, but that hardly lasts a minute. 
He types blindly at his computer. It’s embarrassing that he has the code pulled up that he does. Not that anyone else knows it’s fake code, but Julian does and that’s enough to mortify him. The last time he had this screen up, he was pretending to hack the FBI for some malicious overseas contacts that were hellbent on terrorism while he waited for backup. Now he has it open to pretend not to stare at his best friend and his husband. His eyes drift back up.
Dylan is whispering in his husband’s ear and Andy’s eyes meet Julian’s. 
He should look away. Really he should. But…he’s never seen Andy like this. Andy is always so…reserved isn’t the right word. Julian can’t be bothered to find the right one. 
Andy’s hand flexes against Dylan’s hip and Julian manages to break eye contact. To stare at the unusually possessive curl of Andy’s hand against the deep purple of Dylan’s dress. God.
Then. It gets worse. Andy’s fingers uncurl from his husband’s figure, shift, then spin Dylan to face Julian.
“Well,” Andy says at a normal volume, “I won’t say I condone another undercover mission, but I will say that Jules will not be getting this dress back–” Dylan laughs. “Stay safe, sweetheart.” And he gives his husband a pack on the cheek before nudging him forward, offering him back to Julian. And Detective Needham. Lizzie. The other person that’s here. 
Julian grabs his “water” bottle and takes a swig. Maybe he should’ve filled it with tea today. He needs something calming right now.
Then Andy is gone, back to the bar, Lizzie is switching into professional mode, even if the laughter in her eyes has not diminished in the slightest. He will pay her back for this.
The mission itself is a bit of a blur. It is exceedingly difficult to concentrate with Dylan full on flirting with another man with his voice sounding as it is, but the threat to his friend’s safety overrides the temptation to lose himself in the moment.
He misses the confession, but Lizzie doesn’t, moving in to arrest the man from her position at another table in the bar. Before he knows it, the team is back in the precinct, gathered around his setup. A few of the graveyard shift officers are applauding Dylan and Lizzie, so Julian gives a few rounds of applause to fit in, but all he can do is stare at the smudge of lipstick just off of Dylan’s mouth where, logically, he must’ve taken a drink or wiped his mouth and forgotten his makeup, but all Julian can wonder is if kissing that mouth would taste like the peanuts the lipstick color is imitating.
“–Jules. Hello?” Dylan snaps his fingers. Julian jolts. The bastard grins.
“Sorry. Long 48 hours.” The excuse drops easily from Julian’s lips. Dylan smiles knowingly, Lizzie makes herself scarce. Once again: traitor.
“Well, usually Lizzie and I celebrate with Andy at the bar after we close a case, but she has ‘plans’ tonight.” Dylan clearly doesn’t believe his partner any more than Julian does. That’s the absolute least effort put into a lie he’s ever seen, but, he admits to himself, Lizzie never has been fond of lies.
“Are you inviting me in her stead?” Julian arches an eyebrow.
“Yes. Andy will be happy to see you again for more than thirty seconds.” Dylan offers a hand and Julian lets his friend help him from his chair. He holds Dylan’s hand just a moment too long. Or maybe Dylan held his. Julian feels like he’s going insane and Dylan is still in that damn dress.
Somehow he packs up his equipment and makes it out the front doors of the precinct, Dylan at his heels. In fact, Dylan’s heels are the reason Julian is determined to walk ahead of him. They make his calves look sculpted and Julian really can’t afford any distractions before getting on his motorcycle. New York driving is hellish enough and he refuses to die before getting to the bar.
TBC?
6 notes · View notes
shy-fairy-levele3 · 1 month
Text
An Instinct Meet-Cute fic. CIA Agent Dylan Reinhart is on an assignment when he meets a promising young law student. “He is rather cute, isn’t he?” a smooth British voice, warm and masculine, whispered in his ear, “just your type I’d wager.”
1 note · View note
andi-o-geyser · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
so this episode is off to a smashing start
16K notes · View notes
sampegger · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
the tortured poets department
884 notes · View notes
thesorrowoflizards · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
tv appreciation week day one: tv show(s) you wish everyone would watch
⤷ 8 shows that are underrated & underwatched and/or i would just really like to talk to more people to about them please,
146 notes · View notes
twobrothers · 10 months
Photo
Tumblr media
azazel’s special children should’ve unionized
2K notes · View notes
holylulusworld · 1 month
Text
Traders of love (lust) masterlist
Tumblr media
Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.
Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)
Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope, BFF trope
A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s rather a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story. The stories play mostly in the same universe. Some (side-)characters may reappear in different chapters.
A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone. Stories will drop in random order.
Tumblr media
Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader) - Kink: Virginity kink
Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader) – Kink: Pregnancy kink
I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader) - Kink: Daddy kink
I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader) - Kink: Daddy kink
Under protection ((Jack) Reacher x Witness!Reader) - Kink: Strength kink
Follow the law ( Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader) - Kink: Dom/sub
Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader) - Kink: Boss kink
Every move you make (Jake Jensen x Client!Reader) - Kink: Stalking kink
Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader) - Kink: Spanking
Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x BBF!Reader) - Kink: Size kink
Instinct (Alpha!Walter Marshall x Omega!Reader) - Kink: a/b/o
Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader) - Kink: Degrading
Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader) - Kink: Uniform kink
Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance teacher!Reader) - Kink: TBA
Chocolate and roses - (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader) - Kink: Food play
More to be added
Tumblr media
326 notes · View notes
stumpwentz · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
JUST LOOK AT THAT FACE!
444 notes · View notes
anyone else want to run away and never see any of you again or is it just me and that guy from fall out boy
239 notes · View notes
seasononesam · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse? When you put it like that...
in/sp
471 notes · View notes
winchestergifs · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Queer Characters of SPN
9/30 ❥˚⁀➴ Lily
553 notes · View notes
writing-for-marvel · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
These are all the fics I've read in October. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic
🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff |💧 - angst | 😈 - dark
Dividers by @saradika
Tumblr media
Bucky Barnes
💧 Meant To Be (series) by @rosepetalsinwinter
🔥 Might Even Be by @slyyywriting
🔥 Lose Your Voice by @navybrat817
💗 Feelin’ Gourd by @jobean12-blog
💧💗🔥 Insatiable by @/jobean12-blog
💗 Rooted in Love by @/jobean12-blog
🔥 Cockwarming by @vellicore
💧💗 Clingy by @imtryingbuck
💗 A Written Notion by @sweetdreamsbuck
💧🔥 Wait For Hours by @notafunkiller
💧🔥 One Night With You Part 1 by @jtargaryen18
💗 What He Deserves by @hannibals-favourite-meal
💗 Personal Pillow by @mrsbarnesblog
💗 Hot Chocolate by @littleseasiren
💧💗 Who The Hell Is Daryl? By @lostgirlmuseum
💗 Firefighter Bucky taking you in after a fire at your apartment building by @espinosaurusrexex
💧💗 What If I Am Too Much? by @notafunkiller
😈🔥 Ace of Wands by @flordeamatista
Tumblr media
Steve Rogers
🔥 Love Bites by @lunarbuck
🔥 Eyes on Me by @1-800-jjbarnes
💗 Back Rubs by @sapphire-rogers
🔥 Car Sex by @stuckymonkey
🔥 Carnival Fun by @notyetneedcoffee
💗🔥 I’ve still got a few rounds left in me by @thyme-in-a-bubble
💗 Stars and Stripes by @intrepidacious
🔥💗 Breathe Me by @fushic0re
💧 Say It Back by @fandoms-writings
💗 The Second Date by @crazyunsexycool
🔥💗 Overstimulation by @myfictionaldreams
💧💗 Imagine Steve coming to be with you by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Tumblr media
Wanda Maximoff
🔥 Somnophilia by @sytoran
🔥 Thigh Riding by @/sytoran
💗 The Purrfect Pair by @astrorogers
Tumblr media
Frank Castle
🔥😈 Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What’s Left by @mrsmischief209
💧🔥 Complicated by @targaryenvampireslayer
💧💗 How To Say I Love You by @feelmyskinonyourskin
💗 Domestic Frank by @strawhbrrries
Tumblr media
Sam Wilson
🔥 Phone Sex by @/lunarbuck
💧💗 Love Me, Too by @onceuponastory
💗🔥 Sugar Daddy!Sam by @fluffyprettykitty
Tumblr media
Andy Barber
🔥 The Devil by @/flordeamatista
💗 CEO!Andy by @holacia3
💗 Your Age Is Showing by @worksby-d
Tumblr media
Lee Bodecker
😈🔥 Save Your Tears by @/flordeamatista
😈 Lights Out by @/vellicore
Tumblr media
Joel Miller
🔥 Thrills by @moonlight-prose
🔥 Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself by @/jobean12-blog
🔥💗 Joel is such a sap after sex by @inklore
💧💗 Roommate Joel Collection by @/holacia3
Tumblr media
Multiple Characters
💧😈 Surrender by @/mrsmischief209
🔥 Double Penetration by @/lunarbuck [Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers]
😈🔥 The Magician by @/flordeamatista [Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler]
200 notes · View notes
andi-o-geyser · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
local gang of dnd players intimidate and viciously bully game show host sam reich, threatening to push his ass down the stairs like he's a 90-year-old grandma in a retirement home. more at 8
9K notes · View notes