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[whskyneat]

SATISFACTION weaves through his body at fingers in his hair. by far the most innocent gesture he’s received and yet the intimacy undoes something in finn. with leo’s hands free, finn maneuvers so that he’s sat facing him. wicked grin tugs on the corner of his lips; grip moving to rest on the swell of his backside. “ oh i have a lot of things in mind. ” innuendo is made more prominent by a slight swat. “ give me a truth. ” demand is eager; permission asked through the words. it’s a game they play: a truth for a truth. bare oneself to the other and for someone that’s been living in halves, finn’s never felt more real. he leans closer; brushes his lips across the curve of leo’s jaw. “ something good, wilson. ”

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Leo lets his knees slide down the cushion, securing Finn in place at the hips with a straddle. A subconscious buck at the swat has him flushing even harder. Leave it to Finn to get him hot and bothered within seconds of interaction. It takes a few moments for his mind to focus on the new task at hand, truth for truth. The game the two play consistently to find new and deeper levels of intimate knowledge of one another. Honestly, Leo loves it. It's a way to find out the most hidden truths without fear of rejection. Each truth is a new layer. Letting his head roll back while Finn's lips gently work across his jaw, Leo hums in thought. "Oh, so the fact I hate mint chocolate chip ice cream wasn't good enough?" He teases, bright smile on his lips while his lids drift close. He doesn't need to see the look on Finn's face to imagine it. Something good. The pressure is on, how deep does he go? Does he rip the bandaid off about Greg? No, that would ruin any moment they were building. "I've been stealing your shampoo for the last two weeks." Not really good persay, but it's all he can think of that's not going too far. "You're turn.

[whskyneat]

THERE has always been a balance in Richie’s life; precariously shifting from one side to the other depending on whose company he held: his family’s or alessia’s. there was a time when he didn’t have a choice, when mason shoved the o’riley business down richie’s throat and made him choke on the values that kept his family legacy. but then he met alessia and he was given a reprieve. a space where he was able to just be. amelia called him a coward for it, even threatened to blow it over for the sake of keeping him in their leash. the compromise was to slowly acclimate alessia into their world and even then, richie’s found difficulty in maintaining the two. he could never tell who he needed to be in both their presence.

so now, when the smell of rust permeates the air and the screams that precede heavy thuds fuse with the cacophony of chaos that’s erupted, richie’s instincts take over even with the overwhelming desire to leave; to make sure that alessia isn’t a part of this. in succession, he fires off bullets: one in the vicinity of where someone’s targeted him, the other towards the obvious hostiles with hands on AKs, and another where he’s sure he recognizes a demarco drone. recall strains against his shoulders — perhaps amelia may have had a point in needing to accompany the soldiers in missions more — and in the midst of reloading, he hears alessia scream his name.

blood runs cold and damn the need to cover himself. in a breath of a second, richie has the barrel of his gun pressed up against aly’s supposed assailant, finger already on the trigger. it’s registering jace’s voice before his features that saves him — only barely. “ don’t fucking touch her. ” richie nearly growls, the gun still trained onto his cousin. richie help still echoes in his head and he’s sure it’s going to make front row in his nightmares. he did that; he brought her into a situation that pulled that amount of terror.

“ alessia , listen to me , ” god richie hates the sound of his voice. “ i’m going to need you to go with this man, okay? ” how he’s keeping calm in all of this, he hasn’t a clue. insides churn with adrenaline. “ he’s going to make sure you’re safe. i’m going to need you to be safe because i will kill everyone in this whole city if you’re not. ” the latter is directed at jace; words pointed with a promise.

“ take her to my safe house. rendezvous in half an hour. i just need to get ame— . ” the name cuts off with the woman in question staggering down to a crouch next to the trio. amelia has her hands on what appears to be a bullet wound by her rib. richie wastes no time in tearing off his coat, pressing down with profanities curbing through his horror.

amelia notices this with a roll of her eyes, “ don’t be a pussy about this. why the fuck are you still here? leave. i’ll take care of this. ”

even in this state, she’s an asshole but blood runs deep and richie recognizes the slight hitch in her voice. “ we need to get you out of here. right now. ” richie is ready to lift her when he realizes — “ where’s dad? ”

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Not even two seconds after she's calling for him, he's there. The gun pressed up against the forehead of whoever was holding onto her. Alessia gasps softly at the sight and the sheer ease of it all. Richie's done this before. "Ow, ow, ow, dude." The stranger mutters softly, "The barrel is still hot." The man, Jace, lets go of Alessia's waist with his hands raised at his shoulders in surrender and she's clinging to Richie immediately. Richie's voice is stern, it's similar to the one he used to tell her to get down. The one that leaves no room for arguments or questions. But, behind the tone, there's an eerie stillness to it. Like this situation is natural for him. He's either really good under pressure or this is the norm with his family. Maybe both. How had she never seen this before. Her breath hiccups in her throat at the final command. "Richie, we-- I can't just leave you here." She tries in what she knows is a futile attempt. Jace chimes in, "We're not, he'll be close behind us." Clearly the statement is an attempt to soothe, but it's not enough. Jace's attention shifts from Aly back to Richie, taking in the orders. Alessia covers her mouth with a stifled scream at the sight of a bloody Amelia landing next to them. "Oh my god!" Again, without hesitation Richie is moving. Even bleeding out, his sister is as cold as ever. Alessia notices Jace's jaw clench at the mention of Richie and Amelia's father. As soon as Richie looks over, Jace gives a single shake of his head before adding, "My guess is that you know who waited until he knew the three of you would be in the same place. Fuck all the rest of us, take out as many as they can so long as the three of you never made it out of here." He doesn't wait too long before turning to Alessia, "We need to go. I don't want to physically carry you out of here, but I will if you don't come with me." Had this been a non-life threatening scenario, Aly would have slapped this man across the face. Instead, she looks between him and Richie, whimpering slightly before moving. "You can't die, Richie." She says with a head shake, forcing her voice to be strong. It doesn't matter though, they've stayed in the same spot too long. Two of the three primary targets being directly next to her make it so the next rain of gunfire is directly at their previously safe spot. "Fuck!" Jace exclaims, grabbing Alessia's arm and yanking her out of the way and down on the ground under him. It's not quick enough, the searing burn of metal impacting into her shoulder drowns out anything else that's going on around them. If Jace hadn't pulled her away, it probably would have landed in her throat. "Shit, fuck," Jace is muttering, tearing away the table cloth to shove and tie it against the fresh wound in Aly's skin, a scream tearing from her throat at the continued and increased burst of pain through the shock. "Just kidding! I'm carrying you now, let's go." His tone is painfully sarcastic and evident that he does not want to be on the receiving end of whoever is targeting them and Richie himself. "Get your ass out of here, we'll meet you at the safehouse." Jace finishes before slugging Alessia over his shoulder.

[whskyneat]

INCONTESTABLY smitten keeps finn content amidst the disarray, finding a home in leo keeping space. the mug passed to him is swiftly transferred to the coffee table — sans coaster — before tugging his boyfriend from his seat and onto his lap. scorching liquid drips, dampening a spot of dark denim, but is otherwise ignored in favor of getting comfortable. hands push through the hem of cotton, planting firmly around leo’s abdomen. “ how about i’ll clean up after this season and i get a reward for it? ” finn burrows his face in the hair at the nape of leo’s neck, finding skin and biting gently as he does. “ actually, how about we just get dirty instead? ”

[amurderofcrxws]

A soft oof leaves Leo's lips while Finn pulls him to his lap, sloshing coffee onto the others pants. "Baby!" he chides with a laugh, "You're gonna burn yourself." Putting his own cup on the table - with a coaster - he shifts to face Finn. Goosebumps prickle across his stomach feeling his boyfriends warm hands against him. "Mmm," Leo stutters out, eyes fluttering shut, "I-I think we can make that happen." Shoving down all the thoughts that bubble up to the surface, Leo weaves his fingers through his partner's locks before tugging gently. "What did you have in mind?"

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| @whskyneat

Carrying the two coffee mugs carefully through the messy apartment, Leo almost trips on a pair of vans from the kitchen to the living room. "Goddamn, we really need to clean this place up." He sighs, passing one of the mugs over to Finn before settling onto the couch. Groaning, he looks over at his partner through mussed hair. "But like... that can wait until after the next episode."

[whskyneat]

LAVISHLY decorated and gaudily color coordinated, the venue pops with different shades of reds as if celebrating something bigger than the birthday of the most notorious asshole this world has been cursed with. " you're the only beautiful one in here. don't even worry about these dicks. " richie keeps alessia close, dread like a heavy-laden anvil in the pits of his stomach with it growing heavier as they approach amelia for their greetings. he makes sure it's brief, steering them once the devil herself starts to sharpen her tongue with quips about " oh alessia, you must join our family dinner soon. "

sure, satan. sure.

the event starts as it usually does with mason o'riley making a show of standing front and center. the speech is laced with bullshit ideologies regarding family and loyalty and richie almost gags were it not for the champagne he's already downed. hand raises in the air to signal a waiter when something loud cracks through the air. instinct has him pushing alessia down, kicking the seat out so she can crawl under the table. " get on the ground now. do not get up. "

o'riley's around them start to draw their weapon; bullets ricochet off the walls. dishes splinter with pieces of ceramic flying. " fuck, fuck. " richie peeks out from the edge of the table and something grazes his ear. " motherfucker. " he pulls out his own firearm and shoots in the general direction of where it came from, eyes frantically darting around to locate his family. " amelia. fucking -- amelia! "

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Alessia paints on a pretty smile, trying to ignore the irritation coming off of Richie in waves. She knows enough about his family dynamic to know that they have to be at this event tonight and he wouldn't have come if she didn't. "Aw, that was so nice under the rage of your tone." She teases lightly, trying to lighten the mood but being smart enough to understand it won't do anything. The discussion with his sister is stiff as usual, inviting her to dinners she has the sense to want nothing to do with. But, Aly can play nice. She graciously thanks her for the consideration and luckily Richie pulls them away before any other promises can be made.

Sipping far more casually than Richie is on the champagne, Alessia watches his father speak with a curious expression. Each time she's at these events she feels like she's missing some key part of everything. No time to dwell on what it is when ear splitting booms echo through the air. The chaos is immediate, Alessia doesn't even have time to register what's going on before Richie is shoving her to the ground and under a table. "Richie, wha--" before she can even ask, his tone is firm. It's something she'd never heard from him thus far except maybe on a whispered conversation with his family. Swallowing thickly and nodding, she knows there's no room for arguing. Sitting under a makeshift white table-clothed shelter, Alessia hisses as the broken glass from all the dropped champagne flutes dig into her palms. The pain helps clear the fog from her mind though, focus shifting back to her boyfriend as he pulls out his own weapon. "What?" She shouts in a hushed tone, when did he get that? Has he had it the entire time?

The sounds of, what she now realizes are, bullets are constant since the first one rang out. Pulling her hands to cover her ears and face from the flying glass and ceramic shards, Alessia squeezes her eyes shut at all the screaming.

Although, the screaming doesn't stop... is it coming from her? The involuntary actions she's taken so far haven't even registered. She has enough sense to move one of her hands to clamp her own mouth shut, clearly understanding that she is now in hiding from whatever is going on out there. Feeling an unfamiliar arm wrap around her waist and tug her toward the opening of the table cloth, she's screaming again. "Richie!"

Clawing the shit out of the arm around her waist, she can only vaguely hear, "Jesus, stop I'm trying to help you!"

It's not enough though, logic isn't sinking in at this second. Clearly the clawing isn't doing anything to loosen the grip so she shifts tactics to trying to wiggle her way out and grab for Richie's back and jacket. "Richie, help!" She tries again, the begging in her voice on the brink of tears.

[whskyneat]

BEWITCHED in every which way, richie happily lets himself be pulled by thrall of aly's entire being. he knows no greater love than this; refuses to imagine any world without her in it. there's no richard o'riley without alessia cirrilo; no life worth living. but he's here with her in his arms and by god, richie must have done something right to deserve even just that. " you know me. i will count every minute if i have to, up to the last second. " the furrowed brow smoothens out as he leans in; gives her a peck that he obviously has to deepen. arms release her to move his hand in her hair and the other gripping tight on the curve of her. " in and out, " he snorts; always set up for an innuendo. " title of our sex tape. " with herculean strength, he releases aly. trying to not look like he was just about to shove her against the wall and have his way with her, richie holds his arm out. ever the gentleman. " wanna call an uber so we can make out in the back? "

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"Oh, I know." She teases, leaning into the kiss even further. The hands roaming her body burn through her velvety dress. Groaning at the stupid joke, she couldn't help but smile. "I ran face first into that one," she added, before quickly pointing a finger at him, "Don't." before he could make the same joke twice. Pulling back, she took his arm, "Of course, is there any other way?"

Entering the venue, Alessia's mind is blown at the extravagance. Consistently in awe by the family's reach. "Wow, I feel underdressed as usual." She sighs in a half-joke, clinging desperately onto Richie's arm.

[whskyneat]

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ACROSS the quad, she crosses and instantly, Miguel has locked in. There's a pitter-patter in his chest that shoots adrenaline in his veins and before anyone could stop him, he darts towards the woman that's been the forefront of his dreams as of late. It's silly to have a crush at his age, but there's no denying that Talia's caught him hook, line, and sinker the moment he's laid eyes on her. Darting around students and almost crashing head first at a tree, Miguel nearly trips over his own feet and finally -- finally -- manages to catch up to block her path. Doubling over, he lifts a finger as a give me a second gesture; takes deep breaths before his lungs fill with oxygen once more. "Do you --," wheezes turn into coughs turn into a desperate attempt at sounding suave, " -- need help carrying your bag, beautiful?"

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Waving 'good-bye' at her friend as they turn to leave, Talia continues her walk through the quad. She had a good amount of time before her next class started, but it didn't hurt to get there early to get some work done beforehand. However, her attention is shifted as soon as the sound of pounding footsteps across the grass hit her ears. Oh my god, she thinks, breathing out a sigh watching Miguel run through the droves of students enjoying the nice day. There's no hope in escaping the too-friendly... acquaintance(?). He was definitely determined even though she had given no indicators that she was even interested but that didn't stop him. Stopping in her tracks as he nearly crashed in front of her, she adjusted the strap on her bag, raising a brow while he caught his breath. "No, I'm okay. Do you need an inhaler?" Bending over to reach his doubled over height, her tone is too sickly-sweet. "I don't have one but I'm sure someone in the dozens of people you almost ran over might."

[whskyneat]

@amurderofcrxws

ARMS weave their way across Aly’s waist. Closer and she’s pulled right up against him; closer and everything in his head goes quiet. This, he’s come to know, is what he's been put in this world for. Peppered kisses litter the column of her neck, grip tightening as he inhales the scent of her. "Do we have to go," he whines, content in hiding out here right in the juncture of her jaw. "Didn't we just celebrate Dad's birthday last year?" They won't be allowed to miss it, he knows this; knows that Amelia would dangle their little family business over his girlfriend's head if she has to. It's a small price to pay but one he's never going to stop complaining about. The noose of his surname tightens every time he's forced to pull Alessia into their little world. "Promise me we'll only stay an hour tops."

[amurderofcrxws]

A soft hum whispers past her lips as Richie's arms work around her waist, finishing clasping the earring in her lobe. Closing her eyes with a smile, she shakes her head, "You know we have to." Alessia insists, leaning into his kisses. "That's the funny thing about birthdays, though, they're kind of an annual thing." Turning in his arms to face him, she lifts a brow but acquiesces, "An hour, tops. We'll go in, make our presence known, have a drink, and come home." It's not that Aly doesn't like his family persay, it's just that they have a sort of air about them that's... too powerful. There's no way for her to accurately describe it, but she just feels less than in the presence of all of them. All she has to continue to tell herself though is that she never feels that way with Richie himself and she's with him for him, not his family. Richie is her person, forever and ever. As cliche as it is, she knew he was the one for her as soon as the first stupid flirty joke came from his mouth. Her hands rest on either side of his face while she searches his eyes. "In and out, easy peasy. You ready?"

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waywardera​:

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THE face is a familiar one. Even with the shame that coats her thoughts, Bly isn’t one to deny coming across someone so enchanting. It’s something to admire from afar and she’s been okay with that. It’s safer this way; quieter. 

After hearing the woman speak, however, Bly’s never hated the silence more. 

She’s lucky enough that no one else is in the shop to see the reds that flame her cheeks though that doesn’t stop her from nearly stuttering out her response. “A dagger, ma’am?” She curses herself for the awkward tone of her voice and stands a little straighter. While the general store may have better options, Bly isn’t stupid enough to let a good sale – sure; sale – go.

She reaches under the counter for the box that holds their meager selection and opens it with a flourish. The smile on her face comes quick; Bly bartered for those and she’s damn proud of it.

“I reckon you should go with any of the three on the right. The one with the bronze handle is light enough if you need it to be.” Bly offers her a small smile. “Are the folks here giving you any trouble ma’am?” 

Rose can hear the blood that rushes toward the woman’s cheeks. Truthfully, it makes this all the more thrilling. “Mmhm.” She answers honestly. Well, it’s mostly honest. That’s what she claimed she needed. 

Stepping a little closer once she pulls out the selection, Rose holds a finger to the blades, ever so carefully admiring them as the woman speaks. Matching the smile, she picks up the bronze handled blades, spinning it swiftly around her finger. She’s lucky it’s just the other woman in the shop, the eyes of onlookers aren’t always keen on her ‘un-woman-like’ actions. 

Letting her eyes flicker back up, she smiles again. “No, nothing I can’t handle. I’m Rose, by the way. I figured if we’re to be doing business, we should at least introduce ourselves.” 

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waywardera​:

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OUT of the frying pan into the fire. 

Nav’s finally found his footing – he thinks. Granted, being held captive by strangers isn’t really a step up from being held captive by his family, but it could be worse. He could have been handed back. Instead, he sits and tries not to dwell on the fact that it’s a lose, lose situation. 

His captors have been whispering – loudly, he might add – about ‘making sure they don’t piss off the boss.’ It’s not so much a stretch for Nav to connect the dots and the picture it completes. He’s always had a penchant for pissing off alphas so getting caught? Probably not the worst thing that could happen to him. Everything after that? Probably when the problems will start. 

The scent hits him then and he can tell when everyone else zeroes it on it, too. Back straight; attention soldiers. Nav tries to look contrite but ‘the boss’ bursts in, insult already thrown his way. 

His response? A stuttered: “Fuck, I’m good to die now.” 

Oh that’s not a good answer. Rewind. 

“The door was unlocked,” he supplies, trying to find an excuse for accidentally breaking into another pack’s place. “And it’s raining outside so, you know. Unlocked door plus not wanting to get wet? No brainer, you know?” 

Nav starts wringing his hands, avoiding eye contact. “So is this the part where you let me go?” 

His stutter of a response is unexpected. Maya’s hands shift to a position on either side of her hips, head cocked as she considers the man in front of her. “I will say, it’s rare that outsiders accept their fate so quickly. WIth not much of a fight at that.” 

Assessing him even further, with his hands tied and his evasive eye contact, Maya is fairly confident he’s not an immediate threat. Sighing at his continued bumbled response, she waves her guys out of the room. A few linger for only a moment before obeying, leaving her and the stranger. Moving a chair to face him, she sat, leaning back against the rest. 

“We both know it can’t be that easy.” Crossing one leg over the other, her posture was casual, but she still held an air of power behind her eyes. “But, things don’t have to be so hard. We can start with names, for instance. My name is Maya Singh. Now you can tell me yours and the real reason you ran in here.” 

[waywardera]

@amurderofcrxws

HE’S so attuned to the princess that Santi knows the exact moment when she’s managed to sneak off. It’s no surprise that she does and though it makes his job a lot harder, there’s something about the hide and seek thrill that fan the flames of ember in him. It’s becoming harder to ignore and so he lets it engulf him; heat by every snide remark thrown his way, by every brush of irritation she tries to drown him in.

If this is his end, let it be by her hand.

Santi takes a stroll by the gardens, knowing that he’s close. It takes a turn by the bend of rose bushes to finally spot Talia trying to climb over the palace walls.

“Your highness,” he hisses, quick to close the distance between them. His hand reaches up to grasp at the ankle nearest to him, ignoring the spark that thrums in his veins at the contact. “Do not make me climb these vines. I will drag you down here if I must.”

[amurderofcrxws]

When her mother begrudgingly assigned a new guard to her, Talia took it as yet another challenge. She was smart and being held captive in the castle by brutes who only wanted to move up in ranks? It was far too easy to evade them and cause them to lose their latest title. Plus, Talia got to make it a fun little game. She’d always been a mouthy child, her wit coming far too quickly, much to her mothers dismay.

She wanted to rule one day, she really did. Continue the legacy of the family name and the power they held as one of the primary Fae Courts. It’s just… until she got there, she was allowed to have some fun, right?

Her new guard, however, proved to be a different story. He was far more determined to protect as opposed to gain favor. Sure, it was evident he did want to gain her mothers praise, but it seemed more than that. He was… kind to her. At least far more than the others had been. It didn’t help he was immensely beautiful. The princess couldn’t let that distract her though. She had games to play and points to prove.

Confident in her latest attempt, she heard nothing but silence as she traipsed barefoot through the paths of the garden. Beginning her ascent, she was too focused on her foot falls and managing her skirts on the vine walls to hear him approach. His smooth voice sent the hairs on her neck to the stars. A sigh shifted to a gasp at the feeling of contact on her bare ankle. Whipping her head down toward his direction, she had a look of sheer determination on her face. Narrowing her eyes at his words, she felt a smirk travel to her lips. “I think you are bluffing. Plus, I am almost to the top, so, it is quite futile for you to stop me now.”

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waywardera​:

@amurderofcrxws​

THERE’S tension in Bly’s shoulders, the sound of someone entering her father’s shop making her sit up straighter by the counter. She knows of her reputation in town, knows that though her work is to be admired, it doesn’t negate the fact that she’s a woman doing the dirty work. Bly readies herself for any confrontation.

“Howdy m’am,” her voice is cordial; even. “What can I do you for?” 

Rose would be lying to herself if she pretended like going into the Blacksmith shop was for any other reason than to visit the woman working the counter. The vampire rarely let herself get attached, and she didn’t intend to, but there was something about the woman that caught Rose’s eye. Had they held a conversation before? No, but all that would change today.  Even the human’s voice was lovely. “Howdy,” She responded in a friendly tone, a gentle smile on her lips. “I was hoping you could help me, y’see, I’m in the market for a small dagger.” Approaching the counter, Rose leaned forward just a little. “Not just any though, silver would be ideal. Thin, sharp, easy to hide.” Her eyes wandered around the shop. “Never hurts if a gal has some protection, right?” 

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closed | @waywardera​ maya x naveen 

From all the dramatics her men were giving her, Maya had to assume the entire pack was in shambles. As her boots moved her swiftly through the halls, she was thinking of just how it was possible that all of this chaos ensued less than one hour after she did a round of guard.  “I swear to god, Emery, if this is another false alarm, I’m going to rip someone’s throat out.” She threatened the man next to her through gritted teeth. She wouldn’t actually, unless it was a serious issue, but the threat still felt necessary. There wasn’t a need for doubt though, as soon as she rounded the corner, the scent of an unfamiliar male became stronger. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as her hand hovered above the door handle, leading into their makeshift interrogation room.  Regaining her composure, she pushed into the room, commanding attention with her presence. Taking in the sight in front of her, Maya raised a brow at the stranger seated across the table. “Interesting. Rarely do we get someone who has the balls to burst into our place. So,” she approached him fully, “are you desperate? Or just a dumbass?” 

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crookedsin​:

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 | @amurderofcrxws​

THERE is no greater sin – in Mason’s humblest opinion – than to find pleasure in watching his wife tear a man apart limb from limb in the slowest, most painful way they can without rushing towards the end goal. They’ve been hired once more to extract information from this stranger and while Mason loathes taking orders from someone he considers a child, the O’Riley money is still good in the account. And so he takes it upon himself to make it a sort-of date night with Eva. 

Arms wrap around her waist, drawing her in closer while his eyes track her work. The blood is going to be a bitch and a half to deal with later but now, the fear in the man’s eyes is nothing but the best aphrodisiac. 

“I’d listen to her if I were you,” Mason warns their captive. “This is her being nice.”

Beyond the groans of pain from the man in the chair, the only other sound for the moment was Eva’s blade clattering onto the metal cart next to their work area. Sighing, she wipes her hands on a nearby towel. A soft chuckle leaves her lips as Mason’s arms move around her waist. Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she presses a kiss to his cheek as he speaks.  “He’s right.” Eva tilts her head, looking at their victim. It was less fun when they were assigned a victim, compared to when the two of them got pick someone at random. But, she’d take the action she could get. Plus, it showed their boss just how good the duo was.  Shifting in Mason’s grip, Eva leaned her arms over his shoulders, careful not to touch his skin with her bloodstained hands just yet. “I feel like he’s going to give us all the shit. Anytime you want a turn, or a break,” a wink after that, “Let let me know.” Turning back to the man, she picked up her next tool, “I’ll ask you again, Lorenzo, where did you hide the money?” 

[whskyneat]

@amurderofcrxws

“BABY. Sweetheart. Love muffin. Come on. You know it doesn’t mean anything. It was just a bit of schmoozin’. She called me Richard, for fucks sake.”

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crookedsin​:

crookedsin​:

@amurderofcrxws

“BABY. Sweetheart. Love muffin. Come on. You know it doesn’t mean anything. It was just a bit of schmoozin’. She called me Richard, for fucks sake.”

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IT’S easy to lose himself in Alessia, to remember that he’s okay with someone else touching him. Richie’s never really let anyone hold him in such intimacy, has never had the desire to do anything more than get his dick wet. But Aly’s always been different; he’s known that the moment he’s set his eyes on her. And even in the end, when she’s graced his bed with her company, he’s had this pull that kept him coming back for more. 

“I don’t care. Mark me. Everyone knows, anyway.” And no one’s stupid enough to say anything about it. Had his father still been alive, Richie knows he would have gotten shit for it. Don’t let anyone make you look stupid, he’d say, but if there’s any indication of Richie looking stupid just by the mere fact that someone this gorgeous would ever brand him as hers? Well, someone give him the dunce cap then. 

“Nothing to confess,” he tries to remind her but words leave him now. How could he concentrate when Alessia’s body is just right there – soft, pliant, and willing. “Too much? Don’t think so.” He groans against her skin, fingers teasing; searching; playing. The soft noises she makes are swallowed when her hand pulls him into a kiss. Just the taste of her is enough to let the warmth spread. 

Richie is quick to forget their argument; nothing matters now – not when crooks his fingers just so to reach her center. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you,” he manages to murmur in between the air they breathe. He toys with the nub of her clit – slow, torturous circles that he wants to replace with his tongue. The idea brands something urgent in him and so he pulls off, throws Alessia a smirk before descending onto his knees. Like this, it feels like a prayer – something reverent in the way he wants to pleasure the only woman with this power. 

Slowly, he pulls her leggings down but keeps her underwear on. He shuffles in closer and steadies himself with firm grips around her upper thighs. Richie leans in, mouths the mound that’s still covered in lace. He keeps his ministrations for a few beats before he finally moves the fabric to tongue his way in her. 

There’s something powerful about his words. Everyone knows anyway. It feels like a badge of honor, like Alessia gets to be proud that he’s so open and willing about their relationship. Even in his line of work. She knows it makes her a target, she’s known that since the day he confessed. It doesn’t matter in the slightest to her though, she has never felt afraid.  His ability to unwind her is almost magical. He knows every touch, every movement, hell, every sound to make her fold for him immediately. Whimpering into his touch, she nods at his words. Any semblance of toughness is gone from her. “I’ll be so good for you.” Her knees almost buckle as he gets to work on her clit, the whimper is back in full force when he pulls away. Once he’s on his knees, she knows his next move. If his hands weren’t on her thighs, her legs would have collapsed with desire. Alessia’s chest is already heaving when he finally moves the fabric with his tongue. Her hand winds through his hair, gripping at the roots as he pulls moans from her lips. “Richie,” She starts, “So good. Fuck, keep going.” 

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"LOVE, have you been terrorizing the children across the street? I could have sworn I heard screaming this morning."

[amurderofcrxws]

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CHEEK bitten; lips purse to hide the grin. It fails as it does. “Darling, I’m sure they love the … what was it? Vibes?” He shoots her something fond before glancing back out the bay window. “Shouldn’t they be out there enjoying their summer hols?”

Watching him poorly try to hide a smile does nothing but improve her damper mood. “You can be sure all you’d like but,” She makes a soft click with her tongue, “I think they’re convinced I’m some sort of vampire.” A shrug, “Maybe I should keep it that way.”  Closing her book, she pads over next to him at the window, leaning her head onto him. “Who knows with kids now.” She scoffs, “They’re probably waiting to see if I murder you in your sleep or something.”