verses; with love

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[museofheard]

cheatcodcs·:

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐎  :  anyone  .

    ‘  you  broke  up  with  me.  ‘  sebastian  emphasized  as  he  sat  across  from  his  ex  ,  an  accusing  finger  pointed  in  their  direction.  ‘  you  had  no  right  to  barge  in  here  and  run  her  out  .  you  were  done  with  me  ,  remember  ? ‘

vanessa’s full, red, voluptuous lips pouted out at his response, her eyes mimicking something like that of a sad puppy as her eyebrows pulled together looking at his pointed finger. “ well you moved on very quickly, didn’t you ? ” she stabbed back, ignoring the fault in her position and pushing aside his finger, stepping closer. “ i...didn’t want you to drop your standards. ” 

[museofheard]

empathists·:

audrey’s eyes softened as she looked at the male. he was too kind, and it was sad to her that something like that made her suspicious. “are you sure?” she should be more cautious, she knew this. but she hadn’t eaten all day, and a free meal was hard to turn down. “do you promise me you’re not some type of criminal or something?”

shura leaned over the car door, crossing his arms across the top and looking her up and down, a small chuckle escaping his lips after it. “if i was a criminal, it would be damn unlucky that i was the one you chose to ask for help.” he smirked. “for you.” he shrugged his shoulders, straightening up and backing out of the way. “no, i’m not a criminal. actually the polar opposite.” he was the studying lawyer living out of his parent’s bank account. he was as privileged as it came. “i understand if you don’t want to, i just figured your day couldn’t get any worse, and i’ve got time to kill.” 

[museofheard]

empathists·:

her throat started to burn and her stomach was aching when the money being placed in her hands. she had asked for spare change, not hundreds of dollars. the gesture was kind, but all audrey could think about was how she didn’t deserve it. her mind flashed back to all the times she turned people away who asked for money. “i…can’t except this.” she choked out as she shook her head. “this is really sweet, really..but it doesn’t feel right taking your hard earned money.” she explained with a frown as she felt a stray tear fall from her eyes. why was this making her so emotional? “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have even asked you for money to begin with. i’ll just go inside and try and call someone i know to help. really, i’m sorry for wasting your time.”

he looked down at the money in her hand and the right side of his lips curled upward. “i wouldn’t exactly call it hard-earned.” he shrugged, almost feeling guilty with the amount of money he had in his life in comparison to the girl standing in front of him. “hey--don’t do that. you don’t need to call someone. you’ve already bothered me and now you’ve got me interested.” he teased, moving around to the passenger side of his door and opening it. “why don’t we start with getting some food in your stomach..and go from there.” 

[svnsctmuses]

open: m/f/nb connection: ex, fwb, roommate, whatever. 

“Really?” Stella groaned as she was pushed off of the other. She had been waiting for them to stop by with a lace nightie on along with a silk robe and for them to just toss her to the side, it was evident that she was annoyed. “Someone is in a pissy mood? What, are you dating someone now? Could have warn me beforehand, you know?”

[museofheard]

she was too inviting, too warm and familiar in his mouth to want anything less than her naked underneath him -- BUT shura knew better, and wanted better. his muscles curved under his t-shirt as he threw her off him, groaning as their lips pulled apart and shura shook his head. “cut the shit, stel.” he grumbled, focusing his attention elsewhere. “you’re the one that was caught with someone else’s cock in your mouth. i’m not exactly in the fucking mood.” 

[museofheard]

maximabit·:

“…thanks.” the word falls flat from her lips, echoing in the space between them. “really feeling the love, shura.” she reached a hand up — roughly wiping away a tear that had been shed moments before. she was already feeling like crap: adding fighting with her only friend was the last thing she wanted. “next time you get your heart stomped on, i’ll just come out and say she was a raging bitch with control issues who never let you do anything.” ana paused. “oh wait — i should have said that two girlfriends ago.”

a heavy sigh fell through the dark haired male, his eyebrows pulling together as he looked at her crying. this was the opposite reaction he was trying to get. “hey,” throwing the gadget back over her desk, shura leaned up -- standing to his feet and took one pace over to her, sitting on the bed. “i didn’t mean to be an asshole.” he smirked, looking into her eyes and gently wiping the wet skin on her cheek where the tear had fallen. “and my girlfriends aren’t always that bad.” he teased, “don’t judge those who fall under the shura charm.”

[empathists]

museofheard‌:

shura turned to the voice, his eyes adjusting down to the short girl standing by his car. he stood there for a few moments as she spoke, and he watched her find her words. she almost looked like she was going to cry at any given second. “um.” shura furrowed his brow at her, before he opened his car door, leaned in and returned in front of her holding his wallet. “how much do you need?” he asked, opening up the cash pocket and pulling out some fifty dollar bills. “you look like you’ve had a rough day.” 

she blinked a few times as she watched him open up his wallet. truthfully, she was expecting him to tell her to leave him alone, but here he was with..a lot of spare cash. “just a few dollars. i..” she looked around and sighed. “i actually don’t even know how far i am from my apartment. i just started driving and now i’m here.” audrey confessed as she held back her tears. this was so embarrassing. “you have no idea..” audrey whispered as she rubbed the cold from her arms. “i got in a fight at work, i was sent home early, my rent is past due and to top it all off my ex-boyfriend just started dating my best friend so yeah. rough day.”

[museofheard]

he was counting fifties when she listed off the series of misfortunate events that was her life, and shura’s hands stopped scanning the cash as his eyes looked back to hers in shock. jesus, she did have a lot on her plate. it wasn’t that shura didn’t have problems, but most of them could either be fixed with his copious amounts of cash..or his inability to care. “alright..” he smiled small, he shouldn’t be amused, he knew that --- but he couldn’t help but hold onto the wad of cash and tuck his wallet into his back pocket as he held back a smirk. “how about you take this.” he slapped the bills into her hand. “pay your rent with it, and maybe buy some new friends. it sounds like yours suck.” 

[empathists]

   “excuse me?” audrey frowned as she approached the stranger at their gas pump. this was by far a new low for her, but she felt as if she had no other option. “do you happen to have any change? i..don’t even have enough for a gallon.” she thought driving would be a good way to calm her after such a terrible day, but now she was miles from home without her wallet or phone. “i’m so sorry, i don’t mean to be a bother.”

[museofheard]

shura turned to the voice, his eyes adjusting down to the short girl standing by his car. he stood there for a few moments as she spoke, and he watched her find her words. she almost looked like she was going to cry at any given second. “um.” shura furrowed his brow at her, before he opened his car door, leaned in and returned in front of her holding his wallet. “how much do you need?” he asked, opening up the cash pocket and pulling out some fifty dollar bills. “you look like you’ve had a rough day.” 

[museofheard]

“ alright . . i’m going to put an end to this quickly. ” shura sighed as he leaned back in her desk chair. her bedroom was decorated with feminine touches, and every once in awhile, shura would notice a photo of the pair stuck on the wall from their last few years of friendship and he’d smile to himself. “ he’s an asshole. and he’s always been an asshole. he’s not good enough for you and i’ve been waiting for you to realise but i’m sick of you crying and i’m sick of him getting away with it. ” he vented, picking up one of her little desk gadgets and holding it in his hands. “ get rid of him. you can do better. ”

[museofheard]

gcldcnhour·:

– // ** missy loved this part. the dark clubs, the sketchy people, and of course being by theo through it all. as she talked, wearing a tantalizing low-cut dress just to keep the others attention. and tease theo of course. “i’d listen to him if i were you.” she smiled, nodding at the hand on her thigh. not that she hated the attention, but she knew theo wasn’t bluffing. “so, as we were saying, are you in or out?” she pushed.

there was an unhealthy protection that theo had over missy. it was erratic, he could watch her work all night sometimes, putting on all the generous moves to get her way with their clients and he’d keep his cool. and sometimes, he could simply watch one hand slide onto her thigh and the other guy would never see the sun rise again. the male looked intimidated with both their warnings, his confidence going quiet as he refused to answer missy’s question. theo didn’t wait much longer before he leaned over and grabbed the male’s throat. “if you’re not going to buck up and make the deal, then get your fucking hand off her.”

[museofheard]

muse a and muse a are the last couple you want to mess with. muse a is in a leadership position in a drug cartel, muse b is the right hand. they’re ruthless towards anyone who messes with their money, but complete softies towards each other. the PDA never ends.

            THEO WATCHED SILENTLY as he let her work her magic. this was their game. a game they've played ever since they met, ever since they knew exactly how to rule the world at the tip of their fingers without anyone knowing.       the club was dark, loud --- even in their VIP area, theo could see as the other male’s hand went to graze her leg. “that’s a good way to lose a hand.” the male threatened without missing a beat, the grip on his glass tightening.

[intvrnicivus-a-deactivated20200]

&. open to females

premise: andrei is a criminal. your character could either be his girlfriend/lover who is also a criminal or be the daughter of someone he had done business with and they’re sleeping together or are in an arranged marriage together. 

         HE SHRUGGED off his coat as he crossed the threshold of the spacious penthouse. andrei ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it and shaking off the snowflakes that had gotten stuck to his hair when he’d been outside. “hey,” he called out as he tossed his coat over a chair tucked under the dining table on his way to the living room. the brunet untucked his long-sleeved shirt and undid his tie and he collapsed on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “i’m home!” he knew she should be home around this time of the day. it was almost evening after all and he doubted she had plans on a weekday night. “hello?” he frowned when he had yet to hear her reply back, so he stood up from his place on the couch and headed to the bedroom. “you know, the polite thing to do when someone’s calling you is to reply, right?”

[museofheard]

           SHE WAS NOBODY’S CALL GIRL.                              well, granted, andrei met her when that’s exactly what she was. a simple hooker. nothing more than the girl the men would call when they needed some entertainment. for the first few visits, she would do as she was told ----- until she didn’t. until athena was guessing where their next heist was, or telling them she knew that they put their last murder in the Hampton river. she was no dill, she knew these guys and she wanted IN --- it took time, it took a lot of broken noses when the men stepped out of line, or a few accidents when she would get cornered into a bedroom but eventually, athena was seen as one of them. when she heard him come home, a small smile sat on her lips, waiting for him. she moved to the bedroom threshold just as andrei stepped into it, extending her arms and pushing him out into the hallway. “it’s polite to wait until i’m ready for you.” 

[easylovcr]

ariana was so nervous to see him again after all of those months of being apart. she couldn’t believe she flew all the way from paris to see her summer love.  what if he had stopped liking her? what if he found another girl? of course – their messages and phone calls said otherwise but it could all be much different in real life.  a nervous giggle escaped her lips when she came through the doors at the airport, pulling her suitcase forward as her eyes shot around for a sign of her love. 

[museofheard]

a lot apprehensiveness pushed through his body as finn stood by the gate. his hands stuffed in his pockets, breathing in and out slowly as people started to slowly come out through the double doors. it had been months since they seen each other, weeks since he felt like they had a real conversation. anything could happen now, but that wasn’t enough to make him run. he wanted this, he’d spent the last six months wanting this. she stood out like a deer in headlights, which caused finn to smile from ear to ear and jump the barrier quickly as she walked through the gates. “well, well.” he called out to her. 

[intvrnicivus-a-deactivated20200]

&. open to females

premise: wyatt is the ceo of an international chain of hotels and resorts. your character could be either an intern, an employee, his assistant, family friend, daughter of a business partner etc. go crazy with connections !!

              THE DINNER party was going rather well. wyatt typically did not like hosting such events at his luxurious condominium, but he supposed it was his turn now to do the hosting. as always, the dinner was comprised of business partners, several employees and some friends. everyone was chatting with one another and wyatt attempted to get in with many of the conversations, but his eyes were on the female who had sat beside him at the table. she looked stunning tonight and he was fairly certain she was teasing him with the dress she wore. if she wanted to play that game, then he was more than willing to play. the male had worn a white long-sleeved button down with a collar with a black blazer. as the night progressed, he had ditched the blazer, pushed the sleeves up to his elbows and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. when everyone returned back to the dining table for dessert, he waited till the female was sitting beside him and he laid his hand on her leg, creeping up to her thigh as he engaged in conversation with his friend andrei who sat on his other side. “very interesting,” he mused, giving the female’s thigh a squeeze and began to push her dress up her legs from under the table. “do tell me more.”

[museofheard]

          THE EVENING had been on ophelia’s mind for the last six months --- the invitations, the decor, the smooth running of the entire event so wyatt could focus on impressing everyone in attendance. she wanted to make it easy for him. she prided her role in his life as the woman he never had to worry about -- let ophelia handle it, darling. the last two years as his assistant had equipped the blonde with nothing but a weaponry on how to ensure he would be pleased. she knew him better now, better than most ---- and tonight was no exception. although she intended to stay out of his way. look good, keep quiet; but of course, in a very wyatt fashion, he had her sitting by his side. she put it down to the simple convenience. giving her the option to lean over and whisper in his ear before he would forget the name of someone who had just spoken to him, or to remind him not to mention the Keller divorce with Mr Keller’s new fling three seats over. she was his girl, no matter what --- and he knew it. when everyone settled into their seats for dessert and the warmth of wyatt’s palm settled on her leg, the female felt a shiver run down her spine. however, it wasn’t cold -- it felt as though she was on fire. the warmth between her legs grew to where his hand crept up her dress, making her thighs push together tighter as she bit onto her lower lip for a mere moment. she wanted this. she had always wanted this. ever since she sat across from him in their first interview together, she had thought about this moment. and there was no way in hell she was going to stop it. 

[museofheard]

hcneyloved·:

    now that their fight had fizzled out as quickly as it arose, the crowd around them began to disperse and went back to their partying, for which macie was relieved. as much as she loved being in the spotlight, being under finn’s burning gaze was much more satisfying. especially in moments like these, where she could almost feel the lust dripping off his words. “how do you know it wasn’t?” she posed, her arms finding a familiar resting place around his neck. her teeth took hold of a full lower as she peered up at him through her lashes. “take me as i am.” her head shook slightly as she spoke, knowing it was a bold statement to make. macie could be a handful and she knew that. and perhaps that’s what she liked so much about finn: he knew how to handle her, to put her in her place.

the simple action of macie’s lip being bitten caused a tickle to run up finn’s leg, landing to the place where even here in the middle of a frat party --- with his hands on her, he can become half firm. though, her words throw him for a moment, causing finn to swallow dryly . . . but his eyes never leave hers. somewhere, through the alcohol ( and probably drugs ), he could find the truth. “ i wouldn’t have you any other way. ” he mused. the words hanging between them before he adds “  or more like, i wouldn’t need to have you this much. ” it’s honest, but the words taste sick in his mouth. he wasn’t meant to say these things, he wasn’t raised for sap, or so his foster father would say. without any warning, and with his hands tight on her, he begins walking forward. backing macie up a few steps until her back is pushed up against the wall, leaving finn to smirk down at her as his hand moves to hold her neck. “ you drive me up the fuckin’ wall, you know. ”

[museofheard]

hcneyloved·:

     hazel eyes rolled toward the ceiling only to land back on his expression, sizing him up as he spoke. jealousy was certainly the basis of their relationship, if it could be called that, and this encounter was no different. “he didn’t seem to have a problem with it,” she noted, brow lifting upward as she spoke. her face of amusement fell when she noted how she was dressed, lips pressed into a fine line. she was aware that she could suffice to be more modest, but that didn’t mean others were allowed to comment on it. but like everything else, finn was the exception. “thought you liked it when i dressed like this?” she questioned, taking a step toward him as her expression feigned innocence.

as she stepped toward him, pouting almost as her hazel eyes softened for him, the male’s smirk could only extend at the sight. the reflex of reaching out to her this close overtook him, his hands naturally curling around her hips and pulling macie to him as he husked; “ only when it’s for me. ” his jealously was undeniable. they both knew it, HELL the entire campus knew it. whenever each other was seen with someone else, there was usually a crowd standing by for the entertainment soon to unfold. tonight was no exception. “ i’m not sure what to do with you, mace. ” he sighed down at her, hands tight around her bodice. 

[museofheard]

hcneyloved·:

     usually the way he caressed her nickname would cause a flutter in her chest but tonight it caused a clench in her abdomen with the fire behind it. still, she’d never reveal the satisfaction that his reaction gave her and she narrowed hazel hues in his direction. “let me go,” she spat at him, jerking her arm away as he placed himself between her and the nameless male she’d been entertaining. her eyes rolled in a rather dramatic fashion at his threat, arms crossing her chest in a defensive nature. “what does it matter to you?” macie was never one to back down from a fight and finn was never an exception to that rule, even with the audience that came with their confrontation. “don’t you have some other slut you should be finger fucking in the corner?”

finn’s jaw clenched at her question. what does it matter to you? the question was taunting. she knew EVERYTHING it did to him, even if they wouldn’t admit it to each other. every time macie would simply TALK to another guy, it would drive him crazy. he couldn’t control it anymore, there was only one he could think of when it came to her now. MINE. but impossible to say, apparently. the risk of losing her if they were serious was much greater than the drama they had now. “ plenty, but thought i’d save brad the pleasure of you drooling all over him. ” he snarled, his eyes staring into macie’s angry pupils, before they gradually moving down her body, ogling her and he smirked. “ you know when you dress like a slut that you’re going to get a rise out of me. ” 

[museofheard]

fcturehearts‌:

     even if she were to confide in the male, she isn’t sure on how to articulate just how she’s feeling due to her boyfriends actions. she doesn’t want sympathy, nor to be told i told you so - so maybe that is why she just keeps QUIET and puts up with it. it isn’t made any easier that the male is one of her boyfriend’s friends - and for all she knows he could easily go back and blab to him exactly how she feels and that’s a situation she doesn’t want to put herself in. there’s a nod of her head as a silent agreement to his first statement. but then as he continues to speak, at first she assumes he’ll try to stick up for her boyfriend just like all his other friends has and frankly she DOESN’T want to hear it - so her mouth opens but her voice comes out softer than expected ‘ if you’re gonna stick up for him i don’t wanna hear… ‘ but then she trails off as the male speaks once again, and the opposite of what she expected to hear falls past the males lips. head turns to be facing him better, caramel hues fixated on his face as he speaks, a sad almost defeated looking smile tugging its way onto her lips. ‘ it’s fine – it’s nothing i’m not already used to. ‘ 

the first words she said implied everything he was trying to prove. thinking that finn was just one of them, one of the boys. GRANTED, he was no ANGEL. he’d scraped the bottom of the barrel before, he’d broken into houses, thrown into jail once. he was no law abiding citizen, but he’d been pushed to the breaking point now. he’d watch the insults roll off her back every time finn was in the room with the happy couple. and that brought him to this moment. “ i’m sorry. ” he sighs, returning the cigarette to his lips. he looked up to the stars as he took a breath in, slowly exhaling the smoke out into the dark night before he turned back to her eyes. “ i’m sorry i’ve never defended you. i mean---i know we don’t really know each other.” the last few months of isabella being around flashed through his mind, always bringing the boys food, hearing their stupid conversations about women, being taunted from her boyfriend in front of him. “ i haven’t exactly painted a good picture of myself in your eyes, i’m sure.” he flicked the cigarette the ground, lips turning up into a small smile. “i’m not THAT MUCH of an asshole.”