______LOVELESS.

Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and CANDYFLOSS pink on the inside. Make it HURT. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.

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xanne-writes​:

     Any hint of sleep’s prior influence only lingered now in his tone, leaving it raspy and crackling in his throat; a low rumbling chuckle nestled affectionately through his chest. Sebastian grinned broadly against Blake’s soft alluring lips. “Mmhmm, a’ight just let me get my phone then an’ I’ll let them know I can’t be bothered to come in tomorrow — or possibly ever again.” He caught a breath between kisses, a brief pause before adding, “… too busy ravishing my hot girlfriend.” Bash playfully nipped at Blake’s bottom lip, a hand moved to rest at her thigh. His fingertips leaving a warm trail in their wake. A content sigh was breathed into her skin, Sebastian still not quite entirely sure how he’d gotten so lucky. Especially considering, well, the chef had once hid behind a street sign to try and evade Blake; not an award winning impression to make. He wasn’t sure if he was much less of an awkward fumbling fool now than he was then, heart still hammering wildly in his chest whenever he was with her. 

Blake felt a new rush of adrenaline course through it despite her long shift. The mere brush of his skin upon hers awoke every fibre of her being.”Ever again sounds like the safer bet for me,” she whispered on a laugh. While she hated any time apart from him, returning home to him was by far the best feeling. A hand found his jaw when he kissed her, knowing he could probably feel the way her heart pounded against her rib cage. “I’m not sure they’ll accept that excuse. But I doubt I’ll be able to walk by morning so you may need to help your hot girlfriend get around.” The woman teased, letting her hands slide around his form as fingertips trailed down the expanse of his back. Her legs parted, hooking around the back of his legs while her hands shifted to his hips in the hope of hooking beneath the elastic band and lowering them. “I might have to leave for longer shifts more often if this is going to be the reception I get upon my return.” How she’d gotten so lucky, she wasn’t certain. He must have been a direct result at something positive from a past life. 

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misfitrunnxrs​:

To be honest, Nevada didn’t want to let her inside but there was a part of him that stepped aside and gestured for Mia to enter. When hearing her say that she needed to talk, didn’t sit well with him and left him feeling anxious to what the other had to say to him. The man was far too nice to turn her away. He shooed the dogs back and shut the door behind them. “You look good too,” Nev admitted as he got a better look at Mia. There was something different about her that he couldn’t quite place. 

“Come on in,” Nev stepped further into the kitchen, “You want something to drink?”

Mia knew that she couldn’t let her nerves show because she hoped that entice the male into a conversation rather then scare him away. Inwardly, however, she was freaking out. A small smile flashed at the male as she let her fingers brush along his hand when she walked inside. She missed him more than he’d ever know but she knew that the truth she was going to unload would surely prevent anything from happening. He’d probably hate her after this. 

“Water, please.” She said as she looked him over. What she’d give for one night before she had to face everything. “Did you miss me?” She asked aloud, knowing that she had no right but she wanted to know.

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hcneyjarwritings​:

David only lifted his shoulders in a shrug. Had they fallen out of love with their partners? He didn’t know everything that went on, only that his comrades had come back more broken from the heartache than the trips overseas themselves. The man had truly never imagined it happening to him. He had a bond with Adrienne that spanned most of their lives. At sixteen years old, he never would have expected to still be with the same woman at thirty-years old. His teeth pressed into his tongue. Obviously she didn’t know either of these things. They weren’t married. She had no legal obligation to be called by his superiors at the time of the incident, regardless that she was an emergency contact. His situation had mellowed out, requiring more physical therapy after the surgery than anything. And at the time, David had even requested that they not call Adrienne. He hadn’t wanted her to worry until after he got home. 

He lifted the beer to his lips, not wanting to say anything he would regret. The liquid touched his lips at the same time that she blurted out that she was pregnant. David’s fingers loosened around the neck of the bottle and the shattering glass barely caused him to blink. There was beer seeping around the edges of his shoes and all he could concentrate on was the echo of her words in his ears. She was pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. And that she had lost it. David swallowed thickly, finally allowing himself to blink in her presence. He could have been a father and he never knew. She hadn’t given him that chance to know. “Adrienne,” her name choked out, lips feeling dry as the desert he was stationed at. “I wish you would have told me,” he shook his head, reaching out for her hand, “I could have found a way to come home.” He knew it might not have been possible, but like hell that he wouldn’t have tried if she had simply called him and told him. David felt like he was going to be sick, but he pushed the feeling back down to the pit of his stomach. “Goddamnit,” he muttered pulling back from her to run his hand through his hair. He had not a clue what he was going to do about any of this. 

“I - I need time to process all of this.” 

Adrienne knew that she was at the male’s mercy. He would be the one to tell them where they went from this moment on because she’d lost her right to that. After she left him, the brunette had initially wiped her hands of everything. All the dreams, hopes, desires for their future went out of the door with her. If he chose to walk away now and find someone else to marry and start a family with, she would have to be okay with that. There was no other option. He was in town and she hadn’t even touched him. Every single fibre of her being wanted to go to him for comfort but she knew she couldn’t. The brunette understood that he still loved her and might welcome the touch but it would only serve to confuse him further. More than anything, she wanted him to decide with a clear mind on what he wanted.

Her form jumped in the air with the sound of shattered glass, her gaze fixated on him. She could have told him more delicately but the mere notion of that time was painful enough that she had to get them out in one quick go. She’d dealt with it on her own, mainly because she wanted it that way. “I know,” she spoke softly, though it almost sounded like an apology. “I know you would have come home. But there was nothing that could have been done. I didn’t want to put that on you.” Fingers brushed his as she stepped forward but just as he was in reach, she watched him step back from her. It hurt more than she wanted to admit but she knew that she was at fault. “David,” the brunette whispered as she closed the space until she stood mere inches from him, tears filled to the brim. “I promise I’ll give you all the time but I’m sorry.” It was selfish but she couldn’t help it as a hand rose to land upon his chest, moving even closer while the other brushed his jaw. “It was a culmination of so much. The loneliness, the loss, the...ring.” She paused as her gaze dropped. “It was too much for me to handle but I would have come back... If I had known...” Her gaze flicked from their feet to his leg. “Tell me you believe me.”

“Please.”

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hcneyjarwritings​:

@geminimuses

When Adrienne began talking, David just listened. He didn’t want to interject before she had finished what she wanted to say. While she mentioned that she didn’t deserve to be taken back by him, David fought back the urge to tell her that it wasn’t true. Except, it was true. The man was too foolhardy to admit such a thing to himself. She had left him while he was overseas. It was every man and woman’s worst nightmare out there, other than dying to say the least. He had always been lucky enough to have Adrienne to go home to. Some of the other guys? Not so lucky. Their wives and girlfriends left them too, saying it was too hard. And he always talked about how Adrienne was his rock, there for him and supporting him through his need to finish out another tour when he said last time it would be his last. Only to come home to find out that things were not as they had once seemed. 

He slowly nodded his head with her words. Emotions were welling up in the back of his throat. There had bene a time when he thought that would happen but only because he would be proposing to her. The ring, stuffed away in his sock drawer had been there for quite some time. He had just never found the right moment to pop the question, always being whisked away here and there for his job or hers. “Adrienne,” he shook his head, tongue slipping across his lips. “I don’t hate you.” He couldn’t. He understood why she would leave, no matter how painful it had been. “I heard all the stories of my people comin’ home to their spouses leaving them, without a trace,” it was hard to be the spouse of someone in the military, let alone a girlfriend, “I just,” he shook his head again, bringing the beer to his lips to get his emotions under control. “I just never thought it would happen to me. Especially when we’ve been so open and honest with each other all these years,” they were high school sweethearts after all. “I just wish I had known,” known that she hated her life with him that much that she had to leave while he was overseas. “I still love you,” he admitted, the words falling from his lips without regret, “I just - I don’t know if we can go back to how things were. Not right away.” The wound was still fresh for him.

Adrienne knew that there wasn’t any words she could tell the male that would convey her feelings correctly. She loved him deeply and while her rush to leave was never to get rid of him, it was the lifestyle that she’d taken on had suffocated her. The inability to be alone while surrounded by so many people. David had always been the one sure thing she knew she wanted, especially since they had known one another and been together for so long. He was the man she’d wanted to marry. As well as the reason she had stayed so long. Still, he would see her actions and think otherwise and she felt at a loss on how to explain to him what she wanted to convey. They’d spoken about wives leaving their husband and while she had voiced her lack of understanding, she could now see herself as one of them. The life with a partner who was never home was not an easy one to achieve. 

She sighed when he mentioned the people who had left and she couldn’t help but wince as hands moved through her hair. She didn’t want to be associated with those women despite the act being the same. “They fell out of love with their partner and that’s not what happened. I didn’t find some other man and cheat on you. I wasn’t having an affair.” She groaned and tipped her head back. “I’ve always loved you and I still love you. I just couldn’t bare the thought of waking up alone in the same town anyone. The routine was killing me and I felt alone. I know you were there, I know. But I didn’t want to burden you while you were overseas. You were putting your life on the line and it would be selfish for me to ask you to take care of me as well.” She swallowed thickly, knowing she had stayed strong for as long as she could. “I didn’t know you’d be discharged or hurt. I would have come right back home. I know that sounds like nothing after what I’ve done. But, all I’ve ever wanted was to have you.” She sighed and pushed a strand from her face. “There’s.... I was pregnant.” She threw it out, knowing that there wasn’t an easy way to say it. “A month after you left, I found out. I wanted to wait to make sure that it would stay and it didn’t.” She chewed her lower lip. “It was a lot. It was my problem. It had nothing to do with you or something you did.” That much she wanted him to know for certainty. “I know... I understand. I do love you but I don’t deserve another chance. I hope you can give me one in the future but I also will accept it if you don’t.” She swallowed softly as she turned her back to him, feeling the tears overflow and the last thing she wanted was to be the one crying when she’d hurt him.

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misfitrunnxrs​:

He never expected to ever see Mia again after the girl had completely ghosted him. It wasn’t a first for him, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. This was something that Nevada was used to by now. There were ones that were always easy to get over and a few that seemed to stick with him forever. He loved Mia and after she left, he couldn’t help but think what he could have done wrong. Nev knew there would always be a part of him that would always love Mira.

Nevada wasn’t expecting anyone that afternoon, his two dogs were surprised as well when hearing a knock at the door. “Mia?” He questioned just as surprised as the dogs were. “What…. What are you doing here?” Nev asked, seeing her smile only had him even more confused. 

Mia had never expected to return. It was a decision that had to be final when she left. She was running from her responsibilities towards decisions that she feared would impact him too greatly. While it broke her heart, it was easier for her to walk away from him than dare be swayed into another direction. Still, those decisions had all shifted in the last month after she got a phone call from adoptive parents. 

She wanted to cry, every ounce of her wanted to run. But she couldn’t, so she stayed firmly planted while she looked at him. “We need to talk,” she spoke slowly, her gaze pleading to listen to her. Her smile fell, turned into something sadder. “You look good, Nev.” He always did, but somehow, he looked better than she anticipated.

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@rxlics​ / @misfitrunnxrs​

Mia could feel her heart in her throat as walked up the driveway of the place that held far too many memories. A home who knew so many secrets of hers. The place she’d found out she was pregnant before making the faithful decision to leave town to have a child she would later give up. All without telling a man she’d love wholeheartedly but had ended up destroying in the process. At least, it was what she thought. There was no way of knowing if Nevada had moved on, whether he even still lived here — all because she had made sure of it. She’d walked away and there was no one else to blame. With a shaky exhale, the brunette rapped her knuckles on the front door and stepped back. She could swear he’d be able to hear her heart beat from her chest, dark hues wide when the door opened and his face appeared. “Hi,” she spoke in an exhale, unable to pause the smile that blossomed on her face. She was just happy to see him despite the fear in her gaze.

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xanne-writes​:

     Despite the bumpy road of his own past relationships, Sebastian remained a bit recklessly optimistic in that aspect of his life — always had. If Blake ever endured the misfortune of finding herself in his corner of Savannah there was no doubt she’d hear a few hopeless lovestruck stories of his youth. Even when the illusion of his perfect family was shattered, the impact of growing up in a household with parents who truly loved each other lingered. Leaving him with a heart as big as his lumbering six foot five frame. “Mhm, lots a’ poutin on my end’.” He’d never been a great actor. It especially couldn’t be accounted toward him now, only just awakening from a sleepy haze. Thus his pretense was kept company with a slowly creeping grin. “Only a few?” He teased, but the taunting was swiftly drowned out instead by Blake’s soft lips. His mouth melted into hers, the blanket shifting at Bash’s whims. His fingertips left trails in their wake, drawing circles against her hip and assuring no space was left between them. He soaked every moment in, memorizing her curves. “The real problem is,” he whispered in a breath “ —that you’re just not going to be allowed ta’ leave this bed again.”

Blake hadn’t grown up with a concept of love. Her parents were dysfunctional at best. Fairytales were mere stories in books and the prince charming was an hopeful dream in the midst of the trailer park she grew up in. At least until she grew up and met a man who whisked her off her feet. Bash had taught her what it was like to be loved unconditionally and to love without fear. He was the prince charming from her childhood books and she was the princess. “We’ll just have to turn that pout upside down.” She whispered against his lips with a smirk. A hand moving to the back of his neck, massaging it gently while he hovered over her form. Even now, months past, she still felt the familiar excitement in the pit of her stomach. Those pesky butterflies that so many had spoken about. His mouth crashed into hers and any worry that had planted itself in her head soon vanished until he engulfed every one of her senses. She could only smell the remnants of his cologne and shampoo, only feel his hands upon her form, see only him, taste him. “As long as I get to stay here with you,” she retorted between kisses, hooking her legs around his waist. “you can keep me in this bed for however long you want.”

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moonlightedwrites​:

Trust.

For someone like Ryan, trust was a word that came with a heavy sentiment. He could count the amount of people he trusted on one hand and Ryan’s level of trust in each of them varied individually. Daniela was one of those people, once. Now she was standing on the other side of a table in an interrogation room, standing over him in an official manner yet her eyes were pleading with him to give her some kind of explanation. She was part of the past that always seemed to cross his mind whenever he had a ‘what if’ moment. What if his mother never died and his father hadn’t left him and his sister to fend for themselves? He would have gone on to make something of himself following his college graduation instead of going down the route of organised crime. Would he and Daniela still have remained together? Possibly. But there was no way of knowing that now.

Whether the feelings they shared still remained or not the facts were clear, she was a cop and therefore should not be trusted even though he still did trust her. She had a job to do and he had a duty to abide by. As soon as the paper was pushed across the table to him, he placed his hand over the paper and pulled his hand back toward him. He subtly unfolded the paper and scrunched it up in his hand immediately after reading it. He silently chastised himself for even thinking about going against his usual stance of remaining uncooperative. Daniela switched the microphone on and he leaned back in his seat, almost as if he was trying to keep as far away from it as possible.

“I already gave you my name, I’m not going to repeat myself. Get me my lawyer now” His eyes stared up at her, the paper she had written on was now a tiny ball in his hand. “That’s all I’m going to say until my lawyer gets here” He added, a subliminal message that he knew Daniela would pick up on.

Daniela watched him intently, her heart threatening to pounce out from its ivory cage. She silently hoped that she would awake in her bed to realize this was some kind of sick joke. There was a time and place where the pair were heading onto dark roads, but she’d swerved off before.... well, before she got where Ryan was now. There was so much she wanted to say and do but this wasn’t the place. The camera’s were on them, her coworkers were on the other side of the door. She wondered if perhaps he believed that she’d set this entire thing up. Maybe she’d been looking into him. All she hoped was that the shock that had clung to her expression had been enough to deter those thoughts. She’d only been briefed mere moments ago. There was a time and place she couldn’t have imagined feeling closer to the male, and now, she couldn’t have felt further if she tried. 

He was miles away. Any sort of look she got from him appeared to be empty as her stomach twisted with the realization. He had closed her out. Moving the paper towards him, she watched him crumble it up in his hand. Leaning back, the brunette folded her arms over her chest and swallowed thickly. He was weary and she couldn’t blame him entirely for it. Perhaps she would have reacted the same had their situations been turned around. As she leaned forward to turn the microphones on, the brunette deiced to play it his way. He wanted this to be professional, then so be it. 

She let her eyes settle on his for a beat longer before nodding in agreement and understanding. “We’ll get your lawyer down here.” She swallowed thickly and left the report on the table as she exited the room to ensure that a coworker would be tasked with reaching for the male’s representation. She’d hoped he would use her distraction to his benefit. At least to get an idea of what kind of information was on him.

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xanne-writes​:

     At his girlfriend’s declaration that the evening was taking a turn for the better Bash inclined his head. “Are you trying to suck up?” A raspy chuckle followed the question, “ — ‘cause if that’s the case. I’m actually real heartbroken ya’ stood me up tonight.” Suppressing a sleepy grin Sebastian plastered on a melodramatic pout. Which, paired nicely with his bedhead; short dirty blonde strands in a natural disarray. “Mmm, no. Thankfully.” His answer was hummed, slowly parting his lips. Not scheduled to be in until the late afternoon, as the restaurant shifted into preparations for dinner. He was pulled from the last remaining reaches of sleep by the teasing, blissful sensation of Blake’s mouth finding the crook of his neck. Her breath tickling his skin. With a low rumbling growl, and a burst of newfound energy, Sebastian soundly rolled them over in the sheets. Pinning the brunette beneath his frame with a deep set dimpled smirk, “so we’ve got plenty of time for you ta’ make it up to me.” 

Blake couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips at his comment. “I’m always trying to suck up.” Which was more or less the truth given how incredibly lucky she was to have someone like Bash in her life. He was unlike any other man and so many had reminded her. A hand raised and pushed back dirty blonde tendrils from his face, pouting at him. “Oh no. I broke your heart? What’re we going to do about that?” the brunette whispered. A hand rested by the side of his face, inspecting the sleep that still lingered upon the male’s features. They’d make up for sleep later, she conceded. “I’ll mend it,” she whispered just as her mouth began to travel along the expanse of his neck, nipping between pecks. There were simple things that the male did that awoke parts of her, such as the way he growled at her touch. Hands slid along the back of his neck, fingers gliding across his skin until she left white marks in their wake, only to squeal at the sudden shift. “I think I can find a few ways to make up for it.” She whispered before leaning up to capture his lips in a deep, ravenous kiss. 

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xanne-writes​:

     —

      The unpredictability of Blake’s schedule admittedly had taken Sebastian some time to get used to, as it was far from something his own line of work required. The closest it came was an early morning, or an afternoon drive to go pick something up for the restaurant because an order didn’t come through. Still, given the chance, he’d argue any guilt she may feel was largely unwarranted. 

      The chef hadn’t made too much of an attempt to stay up for her, the comfort of his bed calling to him around midnight. Tossing and turning here or there, but having been otherwise mostly sound asleep until he was stirred by the shifting sheets beside him. Ocean blue eyes blinked tiredly open into the dark, meeting her gaze with a merely half-awake smile. “It’s okay,” Bash muttered. His hand came up to affectionately brush a few strands of hair from her features before his arm fell to wrap around her. Pulling her in flush against him, his body warm from the covers. “I’m still in bed,” he teased groggily. His Georgia accent quiet in the still of the night, it cracked in his throat. Sebastian leaned to steal a kiss, his hand rested naturally at Blake’s back. “How was your night?” 

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Blake always bore the guilt in the pit of her stomach when she was forced to reschedule. It happened rarely but enough that she imagined he’d come to expect it. At least when he got a text from her an hour earlier than what they had planned. Dinner. Home made. Perhaps a movie and time in bed. She’d missed all of it. 

“It’s not, but thank you for saying it.” She whispered softly as she adjusted herself beside him, peering up into his eyes. He’d cooked for her and she’d forced him to enjoy it alone. It wasn’t like she did it on purpose, but she could have also denied the overtime. “I know. I’m going to have to wrap myself around you to keep you in here as long as possible.” She whispered softly, digits running over the expanse of his bare torso. Pressing her lips to his, she leaned forward to steal another, and a final third, before she pulled away. “It wasn’t that bad but it definitely took a turn for the best.” Now that she was with him, that is. Dark hues took in the look on his face, his tired expression that still bore sleep. Somehow, somewhere, she’d fallen deeply in love with this kind-hearted man who never complained when she crawled into bed in the wee hours of the morning. How she’d gotten so lucky, she didn’t know. “Do you have to work early tomorrow?” She whispered into his flesh as lips pressed kisses along his jaw and neck.

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@xanne-writes​

Blake couldn’t help but feel guilt grow in the pit of her stomach when she made her way to Bash’s home in the early hours of the morning. They’d had plans for dinner but a turn of events at the police station had forced the brunette to work overtime. A quick text was sent promising him that she would try to make it home before he went to bed. He’d assured her that the door would be unlocked for her. Three AM came around and she was sent home to rest but it was his place she drove to. The door was locked behind her, slowly making her way to his bedroom after using her finger to brush her teeth. Clothes were left on the bathroom floor as to ensure she didn’t stir him awake with more ruffling around. Sliding into the bed, she felt his form stir at the shift of weight as she leaned into his side. Her gaze met his azure eyes when she leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry I’m late, baby. We got pulled into something.” Her head laid upon his chest, draping her arm over his torso. “I didn’t mean to wake you, it’s still early. You should go back to bed.”

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dispaters​:

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           Romeo snickered at her response. She was clever, but she wasn’t very bright. “You really have no faith in me, do you, Isobel?” he taunted, taking a drink from his vesper. While he was tempted to say that Isobel hadn’t taken it easy on him and she was merely fronting, the truth was he didn’t know enough about her to know for sure. Romeo may be used to having the upper hand and was certain he’d maintain it, yet he wouldn’t go so far as to underestimate her. Not yet, anyway. Once again, Isobel had proven she was just insane enough to put some money where her mouth was. That said, she wasn’t wrong in calling him out for bidding his time. It was what he had been doing, after all. Until now. He’d reached a comfortable conclusion that would see him on a long run game. If Isobel was right and she really could do worse, he wanted to see just how wicked she could get. It was no secret Romeo enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse and the pretty brunette before him was by far the most worthy opponent he’d come across. It wasn’t often someone pulled one over Romeo Saint James and her ability to do so was both commendable and intriguing. “Besides, I don’t need to blackmail you to get you to sleep with me,” he rejoined quickly. Arrogance had always been a defining trait of his, but he had yet to be proven otherwise. He was as confident in his sexual abilities and charm as he was his predisposition for violence. “But you’re right,” he continued, meeting her gaze. “I was bidding my time. When an opportunity like this presents itself you can’t be too hasty. That’s when things get messy and I’d rather keep this as controlled and clean as I possibly can. See, I can’t afford any more trouble with the law. You’re not the only one with a propensity for losing your shit, Isobel.” A sinister smile accompanied the statement, hazel eyes glinting a wicked mean. “Regardless, let’s get into it then. Like I said, I have no interest in taking you home tonight under forced circumstances. I’m not a rapist so if you’re looking to satisfy your needs, you’ll have to beg first. Until then, we’re keeping this simple and on a less perverted path.” He polished off the rest of his drink before crossing his arms and leaning his elbows atop the counter. “As you’ve correctly assumed, my family comes from a lot of money. A shit ton of money. Mommy dearest is a Rothschild and my father is a banker, a member of a banking dynasty in his own right. As you can see, I’ve always wanted for nothing. Galas, glitz, and glamour is all I’ve ever known. Grew up in the Upper East Side of New York surrounded by the world’s wealthiest people. There’s never been anything I couldn’t buy or have. Nothing. However, we’ve all seen the movies, right? Ennui permeates the life of the wealthy and we’re all just gilded birds stuck in ivory towers. Nothing to do or be because we already are. Personally, this never bothered me. I make my own entertainment and that’s precisely what you’re going to help me with. See, I’ve never liked my mother. She’s shallow, vapid, and frankly, uninteresting. I suspect she doesn’t like me either. So that’s where you come in. You’ve clearly got a penchant for ruining shit and that’s exactly what you’ll be doing. Raising some hell. Cordelia,” his mother, “will be hosting one of New York City’s biggest galas next week and I need a date. Think of it like a test, to see if you can play your part. If you can, we’ll go from there and you’ll have access to not only a network of the world’s wealthiest and most powerful people, but depending on how you do, I may throw in a nice little gift at the end. One that I’m sure will allow you to commit any crime you’d like and buy yourself out of it. Call it compensation for a job well done.” Romeo watched her carefully, evil aura swirling around him. “What do you say?”

-

Isobel’s curiosity had pushed her to follow the male. This was a game, after all, and she’d be foolish to keep her enemy anywhere but in her sight. Now, with the public entourage, the brunette felt comfort in the knowledge that she could rise and walk away should her interest diminish throughout the night. The consequences would come in legal papers and she’d deal with those as they came. Probably fuck her way close to a lawyer until she convinced him to take on her case at a discount. Walking away would be the safe route, but Isobel rarely chose a route for its certainty. Plus, she felt a sense of understanding in the male that she’d yet to find with another individual. Perhaps it was the deranged mind or the destructive nature he left in his wake. Whatever it was, it was dark and she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to toy with it. There was nothing more entertaining than a game with a worthy opponent. Still, his narcissistic tendencies make her want to scratch at her own skin. A dire need to tear down the confidence other women had helped him built. She was certain he’d captured the attention of any women he laid his eyes on in the past. A man like Romeo could walk into a room and pick out the prey amongst the crowd; those women who would fall at their knees for a little attention. They were to blame for the monstrosity that was Romeo St. James. “After the stunt you pulled— unlikely.” Isobel’s pride wouldn’t allow her to fall victim to the potential of being rejected twice. His twisted grin was permanently etched at the back of her mind as a reminder to steer clear. A sculpted leg folds over the other as dark hues fixated on the male before her as he begins to lay out his plan before them. The mention of begging makes her chuckle, not because it’s unlikely for Isobel, but the idea of begging Romeo for anything is laughable. Some ground work would have to be paved in abundance if he wanted to get her to a place where she’d allow her walls to fall long enough for her to beg him for mercy or an orgasm. Men always loved to think they were Gods gift to women while half the women they encountered were quick to finish the job after they left. If anything, St. James seemed like the selfish type. He speaks and there’s an urge to tell him to get on with it. He tells her his life story and it takes everything in the brunette not to roll her eyes. A smirk is presented to the bartender, a signal of her hand lets him know they require a refill. She hopes it arrives sooner rather than later. As her gaze lingers for a few seconds longer on the bartender’s ass in those thighs pants, they flick back towards the male who’s finally arrived at the good stuff. It sounds almost too good to be true. A game she’d played countless time with her parents throughout the years as the disappointment of her family was the one constant she could count on. Each family gathering, she challenged herself to make it more memorable than the last. Last they knew, she was on her third pregnancy scare and been well on the way to making her first debut in porn. “You make it sound simple, fun even.” The brunette leans forward and narrows her gaze slightly. “Where’s the catch, Romeo? You get the disapproval of your mother, perhaps a threat of being disowned. I get the mommy issues better than you’d care to comprehend, but I’m waiting for the part where you tear down my own character in the process.” She pauses momentarily, dark hues venturing over his being. “If I guess correctly; destruction is an aphrodisiac for you and my worry is that you’ll inevitably turn to me for such excitement. I’ll play my part and watch the world burn alongside you but I need an assurance that your word is kept.” Smiling at the bartender, the brunette brings the drink to her lips. “A contract that dictates that I stick around to make life hell for mommy dearest —  and in turn, I walk away with a list of names, a gift, and a clean slate. Then we tear it all down.” 

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moonlightedwrites​:

Ryan had been down this route on numerous occasions. Even with the most pressing evidence against him had fallen apart in the matter of minutes once his lawyer, appointed by the family he worked for, entered the room. This time would be no different than the last, he was sure of it. As inconvenient as it was to be pulled over, searched, detained and have all of his personal effects confiscated so they could something up for it—the look on the face of the lead detective when they had to let him go was worth it each time. The officers that had taken him in were clearly new to the force and keen to put a big name on their record. His associates were with him in the car and were also taken in but he wasn’t worried at all. Each of them came into this work knowing what the risks were and what to do when they were in a situation like this. Ryan just hoped that none of them took any of the bait that would be thrown their way in an interrogation.

They had left him in the waiting room for nearly an hour and any person who wasn’t familiar with this situation would be freaking out but Ryan was the picture of calm. This was all part of a tactic, a waiting game. At one point, he stood up and innocently adjusted his hair in the reflection of the two-way mirror as if there weren’t other people watching him on the other side. He had been offered water and he accepted it but didn’t touch it. When he heard the security lock on the door click, he casually strolled over to his seat and sat down. He had already thought of something witty to say to the person who walked it but the entire line had vanished from his memory when he saw exactly who it was that walked in.

Ryan cursed under his breath and clasped his hands together on the table. Hearing Daniela actually say his name confirmed that this entire thing wasn’t part of some nightmare. Seeing her had brought back old memories he had buried the moment they had ended things, he averted his gaze and tried not to look at her as she started to ask questions—questions that felt far too personal coming from a cop. “Officer Sanchez, so you’re a cop now?” He countered, not even addressing her own questions. Any answer he gave to her would be somehow used against him given that they were in an interrogation room. “I want my lawyer”

-

His expression remained the same. It had taken her minutes to compose herself and even now, as she stood before him, she was a mess. Her hands trembled and her heart threatened to explode within her chest cavity. There was no true play she could do at this point to make it easier on the pair. Despite having shut off the camera and microphones when she’d first seen him, it was a matter of time before someone entered and demanded they be turned on. Her brain racked with possibilities on how this could be turned around. She wanted to save him. A protective nature that had always rested with the male. Dark hues flicked across the expanse of his features as every ounce of her wanted to throw herself across the table to shake him. How the fuck had they started off at the same place and ended here? “Fuck,” she muttered beneath her breath, scrubbing at her face. There were but few seconds to get herself together. 

“I’m a cop now,” she echoed with a nod as her eyes rose to meet his. “You’re ...” her head shook as she dropped an hand upon the table. A criminal. A few days from now; he’d be merely a number in a jail cell. Well, that’s if they could find something to keep him. “We’ll get you your lawyer in a few moments,” the brunette told him with a nod as she plucked the pen on the table and scribbled upon a piece of paper. 

‘What the fuck are you doing involved with all of this?’ 

The paper was slid across the table with the pen before she leaned over and flicked the switch that would activate the microphone. “Can you state your name for the microphone. We’re going to get your demand for a lawyer on the tapes.” She told him as she folded a leg over the other. Closing the folded in front of her, dark hues searched his expression for any sort of understanding she could find there. A part of her wondered if he no longer trusted her because of the badge that she wore. Despite the countless years the two had been affectionate and known one another. 

“Is there anyone you want to add? Or are you choosing to pick your fifth amendment right until your lawyer is present to advice you?”

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dispaters​:

-

“Scared, Izzy?” It was an exhilarating thought, a rush of glee coursing through his veins. Just like that—- she’d given herself away. Isobel had revealed to Romeo that the bravery in her bravado wavered. It was less ironclad and more held together. She, on some level, was afraid of him and what he might do. He couldn’t blame her. The fear was hardly baseless. Romeo was capable of truly terrible things. Yet, he wouldn’t hurt Isobel. Not physically at least. He would’ve done so by now if so. After all, Romeo and control didn’t go hand-in-hand. What Romeo had in mind treaded nowhere near the threat of violence, murder, or whatever ideas were squirming in the back of the brunette’s mind. That said, he sensed a threat to Isobel’s statement. She’d made her insanity clear and using the photo for some elaborate revenge was well within her realm of derangement. It excited him, if only because whatever Isobel did would allow him the opportunity to do one better—- to exacerbate his insatiability for degeneracy. Pulling the car out of the garage, Romeo made no comment. Instead, a soft, wolfish smile crawled onto his face. She was right: they would damn each other straight to hell, self-destruct in the name of retribution. He liked it. So far, while Romeo had every desire to dismantle Isobel into dust (and to dust she would return), there was something bewitching about a woman who had every desire to pay back the favor. She was a bonafide enchantress—- could tempt the devil into Heaven or an angel to sin. He’d reckon to say it turned him on. The dark ones always did. Hazel hues scintillated as he briefly glanced in her direction. “Relax, baby, we’re just getting started. Remember: patience is a virtue,” he tsked. She was taunting him, but Romeo wouldn’t bite. Rather, he merely added it to the mental list of things she would undoubtedly compensate for later. “You won’t be getting shit next time,” he scoffed. “We’re past the point of lying, Isobel, the least you could do is be honest.”

As he drove in the direction of the tavern, Romeo contemplated what it was he wanted from the brunette. There were so many options, so many ideas, and yet none stuck out as truly satisfying. Jet black hearts rarely settled easily, but in the midst of the haystack, he saw the glimmer of a needle. It wasn’t the end goal, but it paved the path. Thus, as the sound of Stevie Nicks’ celestial voice wafted around them, a sinister smile grifted his face. Today would be a good day. “So tell me, are you always so insane, Isobel? Or am I just that lucky?” Hazel eyes turned in her direction. “I’ve gotta hand it to you: I’ve had lots of psychotic exes, but keying my Tesla? Now that’s a new one. You’ve got balls,” he paused. “Or a death wish.” The words lingered in the air as it wasn’t long before he spotted their destination in the distance. Turning into the parking lot, Romeo pulled into the nearest spot. He wasted no time shutting off the engine. “Stay,” he commanded before stepping out of the car. Winding around the other side, he pulled open her door. “C’mon.” He offered his hand. “We’ve got things to discuss.” Leading them in the direction of the tavern, they were a sight to behold indeed. Isobel was tall and svelte, a perfect match to Romeo’s towering and imposing form. They were dark, twisted, and bewitching. They were powerful. Young, beautiful, and sinister—- Romeo and Isobel were head-turning. Perfect.

Isobel’s gaze flicked from the road towards the male at her side. “Baby? We’ve jumped to pet names now?” She questioned with a grin. Romeo seemed like the twisted type who would be turned on by the crazy. Maybe he was half delusional and believed it was a means of getting his attention. At least she’d find herself amused by the notion of turning him down. After all, she had an inkling that he rarely got to see the door shut in his face. Most girls were desperate enough to believe that they could change a male like Romeo and have him putty in their hands. If someone like Romeo could even wrap his head around the concept of love, she doubted it would have any effect on him. Men like him only used those feelings to their advantage. Luckily for Isobel, she knew better than to be fooled by such simple acts of kindness and affection. Love had always been a fickle notion for her. Not that she wouldn’t sit on his face to keep him quiet if the opportunity arose. They were two demented individuals and she couldn’t imagine that the sex would be bad. Though, if it all went south, at least she’d have the imagine of that scratched up Tesla to keep her nice and warm at night. Her eyes scanned the street before a soft chuckle escape her lips. “Ask me something straight forward and I might consider answering it truthfully.” The brunette said as she smoothed the front of her dress. There were countless ideas that came to the front of her mind on how she could piss Romeo off. However, most of them consisted of damage his material — and while momentarily fun, she felt an urge to tear him to shreds. No one had their ego engulfed that much in such short years without getting away with more than they should have. Money, power — it got people places and he was no exception. What she’d need was to pay close attention and learn rapidly. At least quicker than him. Still, she doubted that Romeo had the intellectual to truly tear someone apart from the inside out. No, if she had to bet — he only knew how to use his fists. She’d seen a small flash of red hot anger in his gaze that made her stomach flip. Let’s just say she wouldn’t be shocked should she see his face on the news one night for taking his aggression a little further than intended. 

To say that Isobel was relieved that they found themselves at the tavern was an understatement. Eyes had been set upon them since their arrival at the bar, though the brunette easily ignored the heaviness of unfamiliar gazes. “You do realize that I took it easy on you, correct?” Her eyes flicked towards the male before she wrapped her lips around the straw of her drink. Crimson stained the white straw when she pulled back, placing her glass upon the counter. “Yet I’ve never had someone take me out for drinks afterwards. So, I’m inclined to believe there’s an end goal here.” Fingers tapped the surface of the bar as dark hues flicked over his person. “I’m going to make it easy on you because I also don’t believe you know what the fuck you want to do. You’re bidding your time.” At least, so she assumed. A leg folded over the other, bringing her foot closer to his ankle while her form leaned closer to him. “I’m not going to sleep with you tonight and you’re not going to see a penny from me. You can try and call mom and dad or the cops all you want. Frankly, I’d love to see you do so.” Isobel was convinced that she could put holes in any story he fed them and twist it her way. “We’ll have our little drink on mommy dearest and call it a tie because, baby, you’re in over your head.” As a woman who’d gotten away with too much and had been convicted before, she feared no repercussion and had an ego to match. Worse than that, she had nothing to lose. 

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finessetrps​:

He’s seething. His taut muscles growing rigid under hand smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. It doesn’t take long for the jealousy to stir in his stomach until it’s bordering along the lines on suffocating him. He’s practically drowning in it by the time his hands fly up, yanking and tugging at her dark mane. “Jealous?” His face contorts in an obvious display of amusement. But his refusal to confirm or deny her claims is in vain. Of course he’s fucking jealous. A thousand miles apart or right in front of each other’s faces, Isobel would always be his. She’d never belong to anyone else and whether she cared to admit it or not in the moment, he knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. They’ve been to hell and back, extinguished their demons and sent many of them running back to purgatory scared. “Fine.” His hands on her hair tightened viciously until he had her head pinned back at an angle. “Let’s say I believe you then. I’m not stupid enough to pretend a dime like you doesn’t have a parade of men salivating at her beck and call. A buncha sorry sacks on speed dial meant to buy you dinner, bring you flowers, or tell you how fucking gorgeous you look when you get all dolled up for them.” Ren didn’t know why he was torturing himself with these mental images. But for whatever reason, imagining someone else trying to get a taste of her was suddenly very arousing. He was fully aware of the way his groin throbbed and hardened in his trousers at the mere thought of taking back what was his. What was never anyone else’s to keep no matter how hard she tried to convince him or herself otherwise. She was getting sick satisfaction out of watching him grow dizzy with anger and he hated himself for giving in, playing right into her twisted trap. “Tell me.” His words hung in the balance as he let go of her hair to hold onto her waist instead. Their pelvises met and in that moment he was utterly certain she’d be able to feel just how hard she was making him, and how insanely sick with desire he was becoming. “Would you still be here if something wasn’t missing? You know, your mouth says one thing baby, but the rest of you says another. And we both know how good that mouth is at deceiving others. You forget how well I know you. And whether you believe it or not, I have been waiting for this day to come. Might’ve pictured it a little differently but the result’s always the same. Slam the door on us all you want. It’s never kept me out before.” He couldn’t recall how many times they’ve called it quits only to end back up in each other’s beds. Didn’t matter though, they were doomed to repeat the past. A past, he was down to explore again as he pounced on her lips. They could scream and claw until they exhausted themselves but they’d still end up in the same place. Ren was just skipping ahead to all the good parts, going straight in for the kill. 

She could feel the anger radiate off of him. Taste the underlying rage that settled in the pit of his stomach. It was palpable in the air. Isobel lived for these moments where she could control him so easily. But she wasn’t foolish to believe the male would let her do so with ease, showing his own control by the grasp on her mane. Her breath itched, form straightening as the manicured hand that splayed upon his chest closed around the material of his chest. “Ren,” she hissed beneath her breath as a darkened gaze met him. A final tug from him elicited a growl, pulling upon the front of his shirt whilst she remained pinned. It was a game of cat and mouse between the two of them. No matter the place and time apart, they would always continue the chase until one of them gave in altogether. “Does that drive you crazy?” She asked him with a wry grin despite the anger that flashed across dark features. “Someone else calling me theirs instead of you?” She hoped it killed him just as he knew it drove her crazy to think another girl had found her way into his home and bed. At his next question, the woman was reluctant to voice her answer. He knew that anything other than yes was a lie. She’d proven as much by buying a plane ticket. There was no hiding from that. She chased him more often than not, it felt like. With the release of her hair, Isobel settled against the male and release the tight grasp upon the front of his shirt. She could feel him. The arousal pressed against her and made her own stomach tightened. It was a matter of time before it happened and despite being determined to hold off as long as possible, she could feel herself wavering. Ren had been the man she’d allowed inside of her heart. It was why he knew exactly how to hurt her. Much like how she knew she was the only one who could bring him to his knees should she desire to do so. They’d danced through the depths of hell together, done enough wrongs to warrant them a front row seat amidst the fiery depths. Partners in crimes, lovers, soulmates; he was everything she’d ever needed or wanted in a man. “You don’t get to do that,” she told him with a pointed gaze. However, as the fury on her tongue began to unravel, nothing could escape due to full lips meeting her own. Fingers pressed upon his chest at the ready to push him away as her mind begged to pull back while her body demanded more. A battle of wills, though there was no fight against the pure urge she had for the man she loved. The kiss was returned with an undeniable hunger as she pulled at the thin cloth that obscured his torso. “Tell me that I’m yours,” she whispered between kisses. Her hands lowered to his belt in an attempt to free him from the strain of his pants. “Better yet,” she muttered louder then, “— fucking act like it.”

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finessetrps​:

.

Had he been expecting her? Yes. Was he hoping she’d show up? No, not really. 

But, that’s only because Ren never hoped for much. He thought having hopes were for saps. They were a waste of time. He couldn’t do much with hope. That didn’t mean he didn’t want her there. Isobel was as much his weakness as he was hers. They were like fire and gasoline. Put them together and its a recipe for disaster but when chaos is so rooted in your blood, you can’t help but flirt with the idea of catastrophic combustion on its behalf. Ren was seconds away from insisting a hotel wasn’t necessary when her reasons for wanting to keep her distance finally registered. She was dating someone? Her confession was like a kick to the balls. He felt them along with the muscle in his chest, utterly deflate. He couldn’t breathe as the image of Isobel with someone else asphyxiated him. His fingers latched around a beer in the fridge, but before he could take a sip - he hurled it across the room, watched it shatter into a thousand  little pieces as the contents fizzled and slid down the barren walls. “Fucking” bitch. He had no right to be angry but he was. And she damn well knew he would be too. “No, you’re not,” he snorted, laughing in obvious disbelief not a second later. Whether it was his arrogance coming into play or the fact that he knew her so well, Ren decided he just didn’t believe her. Had she any loyalties to this so called boyfriend of hers then she wouldn’t have come all this way to see him. She could’ve easily asked about his injury over the phone and called it a day. The trip in person wouldn’t be necessary. “I don’t believe you. You’re only saying that to piss me off. And we both know you really don’t want to do that.”

Isobel knew the moment she received the phone call from the hospital that she should have sent it to voicemail. The tickets should have never been bought, nor should she have set foot on the plane. However, Ren had, and would always would be, her biggest weakness. Despite the pain and toxicity between the two, a part of her always held hope. They’d make it work one day. When she was able to put her guard down and when he was ready to settle. It didn’t mean she couldn’t test him. It was only right after all, considering she’d shown her cards by getting on a fucking plane for him. The least he could do was show his own set after her false confession. Her features remained stoic and provided little emotion. It was a beautiful sight; the ripple of anger that coursed through the male until the impact of his beer bottle against the wall brought the slightest hint of a smile to her lips. He still cared. Not that she had any real doubt to begin with. It would take a lot more than distance for the male to wipe away the traces she’d left behind. “It’s been a few months,” she started as she began to remove her jacket. Another lie, but she’d ride it for her own twisted pleasure at this point. A sadistic part of the brunette relished the sight of the angered male. A little payback never hurt. He always expected her to wait for his return with open arms and maybe it was time he learnt a lesson albeit his belief being true. She slowly ventured closer until she stood a few feet away, shoulders squared and a serious expression plastered upon her face. “Just because I know it’ll piss you off doesn’t make it any less true.” She pushed a strand from her face as she looked him over. “You expected me to leave that door open forever?” Her head shook as she took a final step forward, smoothing down the front of his shirt. 

She always loved toying with fire. “Jealousy still looks good on you, baby.”

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@moonlightedwrites / @mocnlighted​ 

Daniela listened intently as she was debriefed by the arresting officer. A weapon on him, his wallet had been removed, arrested with other guys. He was calmer than they expected him to be and ready to be interrogated by the woman who had his file in her possession. She hadn’t opened it up yet as she knew getting information was pressing. They had a certain amount of time before the whole gang got news of the arrest and potential flips of their members. If they wanted to get information on bigger fish and make an arrest, then they had to move quick. Her feet brought him to the interrogation room as she opened the door and closed it. “Hello, I’m Officer Sanchez and I’m here to ask you some questions.” The brunette said as her hand hovered over a switch when she turned to peer at the male who was seated before her.

It hit her like a brick wall. A face she would recognize anywhere. One she’d memorized like the back of her hand and even hoped to see her entire life. Some may have called it puppy love or childish for the brunette to have hoped that she had found the man she’d spend the rest of her life with, but at the time, it had felt like that. “Ryan,” she gasped, letting out the gush of air she’d been holding onto. The switch that kick started the camera and microphone was intentionally left off as she slowly walked over to the chair and desk. Not because she was ready to begin her interrogation, but because she would fall. Her entire form trembled like a leaf and it would be a matter of time before her legs stopped supporting her. With blood rushing in her ear and her heart attempting to crash against its ivory cage, her eyes fell on him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she hissed. “A gang!? Tell me it’s a mistake, Ry. — Please.”