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@belissimae​ said: alone - one muse masturbating to the thought of the other

          he never had someone to miss before. not like this. not like her. it makes the nights in quiet hotel rooms a little more lonely. he feels the absence of her in the bed. he feels it in the way the energy of the room is filled with nothing but remnants of previous tenants, vacant of her familiar aura. he needs to get some sleep. he has more work to do tomorrow before he can finally go home. but his mind cannot stop wandering back to thoughts of his wife. he misses the scent of her wafting around him when she gets out of the shower. he finds himself longing even more for the scent of her when their bodies are tangled together in sweat soaked bedsheets. 

he just misses her. 

when he closes his eyes he sees bella. it’s all he can think of and at this point it’s the only thing worth remembering. there are so many other memories willing to rage within his mind, but she quiets them. even from so far away... emil’s finally lets his hand wander beneath the covers, pushing his boxers aside so his fingers can curl around his length. the warmth around him only makes him wish for it to be her hand, her mouth, her cunt— anything she has ever offered him. 

his hand pumps his cock with languid, lazy strokes as he recalls the way it feels to be inside her. being with bella feels more like home than any place he has stayed. more than the walls they live within. it’s her. she is his home and the only damn reason he has the strength to keep going anymore. pace increases and his lips part to draw in a sharp breath. the taste of her mouth, the sensation of her skin beneath his tongue, the fullness of her thighs and breasts between his fingers, touching her is a privilege. tasting her is a blessing. he has no appetite except his hunger for her. 

breaths grow more shallow and rapid and he bites the inside of his lip to keep himself quiet. it’s just another thing to miss about being home with her. he can let go of everything else and lose himself within bella. let himself become lost in the pleasure she so easily provides. everything about her is warm and soft. he’d give anything to feel her legs around him, to feel her walls clenching around his cock, to have her tits in his mouth. to have her. he’d give anything to feel her. emil clenches his jaw a moment with the memory of her enough to finally drive him over the edge. chest rises and falls with heavy breaths while he cums. 

he only wishes she was there to remind him of how good he is. 

[fcundwings]

𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 ⁂ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. / 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

@belissimae​ said: ⁂ / nestor.

                    𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁  𝙰𝙽𝚈  𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙱𝚃  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙴'𝙳  𝙳𝙾  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙼𝙸𝙶𝚄𝙴𝙻  [  .  .  .  ]  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙷𝙴𝚁  .  sure  ,  there  may  be  days  that  he  wants  to  kill  bella  himself  ,  days  that  he’d  rather  give  up  his  job  &  bail  than  have  to  deal  with  her  but  when  it  came  down  to  it  ?  he’d  always  give  his  life  to  protect  the  things  that  miguel  loved  / / /  the  things  that  HE  loved  ,  despite  his  better  judgement  .  there  had  always  been  a  fine  line  between  the  love  miguel  &  nestor  held  for  each  other  ,  &  somewhere  along  the  way  bella  had  blurred  the  lines  further  .  there  was  no  specific  MOMENT  ,  but  rather  an  (  unfortunate  )  series  of  events  that  led  to  nestor’s  feelings  for  miguel  transferring  to  his  wife  ;  the  same  wife  that  he’d  always  held  contempt  for  ,  because  she  had  stolen  away  the  man  that  meant  more  to  him  than  anything  else  in  this  LIFE  .                      but  she  had  seen  right  through  his  cold  demeanor  ,  saw  the  way  the  two  men  looked  at  each  other  &  there  was  no  taking  it  back  now  / / /  things  were  still  TENSE  ,  complicated  in  the  way  that  they  all  knew  exactly  what  they  wanted  but  were  never  quite  sure  how  to  ASK  for  it  .  maybe  because  part  of  him  expected  this  to  be  some  sick  game  that  bella  was  playing  [  .  .  .  ]  after  all  ,  why  would  a  woman  open  up  her  relationship  to  a  man  that  hated  her  guts  ?  the  mistrust  always  seemed  to  linger  in  the  air  ,  whether  they  were  in  the  bedroom  or  out  grocery  shopping  ,  as  they  were  now  .                      it’s  those  misgivings  that  has  nestor  walking  ahead  of  her  in  the  parking  lot  as  they  walk  back  to  the  suv  ,  eyes  rolling  as  she  goes  on  about  something  that  he’d  been  paying  no  attention  to  .  shoving  shopping  bags  into  the  trunk  as  he  waits  for  her  to  catch  up  until  she  doesn’t  / / /  incessant  scolding  dies  on  his  lips  because  instead  ,  there’s  a  short  SCREAM  of  his  name  .  he’s  spinning  around  in  a  heartbeat  ,  bags  falling  to  the  ground  as  his  body  moves  before  his  head  can  catch  up  .  3  men  ,  grabbing  bella  by  the  arms  &  trying  to  shove  her  into  their  car  ,  but  nestor  doesn’t  have  a  GUN  on  him  .  fists  have  to  do  as  they  connect  with  the  first  man  ,  hard  enough  to  hear  the  bones  of  his  jaw  CRACK  &  his  grasp  on  bella  falters  long  enough  for  her  to  flee  .  the  scuffle  only  lasts  mere  seconds  ,  but  it  feels  like  a  lifetime  as  the  numbers  game  finally  catches  up  to  him  [  .  .  .  ]                     or  maybe  ,  the  fact  that  one  of  them  has  finally  pulled  a  gun  &  HE  WASN’T  AIMING  AT  HIM  ,  HE  WASN’T  AIMING  AT  HIM  ,  HE  WASN’T  AIMING  AT  HIM   ——   𝚊  𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝  𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  ,  𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢  𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚗  𝚒𝚝𝚜  𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝  𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕'𝚜  𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎  ,  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗  𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚛  ,  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚒𝚏  𝚒𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢  . ❛  𝐍𝐎  ——  ❜  the  burning  as  the  shot  rings  out  &  finds  home  in  his  body  is  overwhelming  ,  blood  pouring  as  the  men  flee  the  scene  .  his  knees  give  out  beneath  him  &  brown  eyes  are  wide  as  they  look  over  to  bella  ,  needing  reassurance  that  she  was  okay  ,  that  he  hadn’t  FAILED  .  he  tries  to  ask  her  ,  tries  to  tell  her  that  it’s  fine  ,  he  was  just  doing  his  job  ,  but  his  mind  is  in  a  haze  ,  everything  much  too  foggy  as  the  adrenaline  quickly  fades  .  her  name  finds  its  way  to  his  lips  before  he  passes  out  ,  body  landing  with  a  hard  THUD  against  the  asphalt  .

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@belissimae​ said: how juice got the nickname 👀 (tagging @modernmythe​ for reasons) drabble meme & always accepting ** disclaimer that the general idea was taken from some fanfic i read ages ago but i cbf to find it 

                    ❛     jc     !     ❜     a  happy     ,     confident  smile  as  he  shakes  hands  with  the  scotsman     ,     his  first  real  introduction  to  samcro     .     he’d  been  hanging  around  for  a  couple  weeks  now     ,     desperate  to  be  a  part  of  something  so  tight  knit     ,     to  have  a  FAMILY  for  the  first  time  in  his  life     .     so  when  chibs  had  come  up  to  him     ,     asking  what  the  hell  his  name  is     ,     juan  had  been  happy  to  speak  to  an  actual  member  of  the  club  for  the  first  time     .     what  he  hadn’t  expected  was  for  tig     &&     jax  to  appear  behind  him     ,     chibs  then  introducing  him  to  the  sergeant  at  arms     &&     vice  president     .                          of  course     ,     what  juan  hadn’t  anticipated  was  chibs’  strong  scottish  accent     ,     which  to  tig  made  jc  sound  like  juicy     .     the  raucous  laughter  over  the  ridiculous  nickname     ,     a  good  natured  slap  to  his  back  as  the  three  of  them  walked  off     ;     leaving  juan  confused     ,     yet  overly  excited  in  the  middle  of  tm’s  parking  lot     .     as  it  turns  out     ,     word  spreads  fast  in  samcro     &&     before  he  knew  it     ,     responding  to  juice  became  second  nature     ,     always  too  excited     &&     nervous  to  ever  correct  them     .                          it’s  only  a  few  months  before     ❛     JUICY  BOY     !     ❜     rings  out  across  the  parking  lot     ,     tearing  the  puerto  rican’s  attention  away  from  the  crow  eater  that  would  become  his  old  lady  a  year  later     .     as  soon  as  he’s  inside  the  clubhouse     ,     chibs’  hands  are  on  his  shoulders     ,     pushing  him  towards  the  chapel     &&     he’s  scared     ,     questioning  what  the  hell  he  was  doing  because  you  have  to  be  a  member  to  be  in  the  sacred  room     .     but  then  tig  is  shoving  a  kutte  in  his  face     ,     a  shit  eating  grin  on  his  face  as  he  offers  the  man  a  hug     ;     everyone  hollering     &&     cheering  as  juice  takes  the  leather     ,     eyes  wide  at  the  PROSPECT  rocker  on  the  bottom     .     shocked  eyes  raising  to  meet  chibs’     ,     disbelief  etched  onto  his  features  as  his  sponsor  hugs  him  tight     ,     a  bright  smile  on  his  face     .     ❛     welcome  to  the  club     ,     jc     .     ❜     a  small  correction     ,     telling  the  man  that  his  name  was  juice     .

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@belissimae​ said: city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

          it started out innocent enough. the view here is beautiful. he didn’t think he would miss traveling, but now that they find themselves in another city he realizes he does. he enjoyed the stability of their little routine. but this also pleasant. maybe it’s the fact he is traveling with someone. he’s never really had that before, never shared experiences. it’s always been just him. but he is glad he has her now. grateful in ways he would never know how to fully express to her. 

maybe it’s a desire to show her which urged him to approach. to press his lips tp the crook of her neck, distracting her from the city lights of the evening and the beach just beyond it. but a simple kiss is rarely just that. not with them. and it doesn’t help she was only in a robe. it’s how they ended up here, arm wrapped around her from behind, holding her steady as his free hand works between her thighs. teeth carefully nip at her shoulder while he rubs a finger against her clit. he likes the way she feels in his arms. he always does. 

he is well aware how easy it would be for anyone to really get a good look at what they’re doing. they might be on a higher floor but the windows aren’t exactly tinted. and it’s not so far up no one could see. strangely enough, it doesn’t deter him. maybe it should and perhaps it would with anyone else...but not when her desire swirls around him in the air. it’s intoxicating. she is always overwhelming in the most blissful way. and he has no intention of stopping. 

not even when he feels her hips writhe within his grasp, the damp warmth of her pleasure spilling onto his fingers. no, it just makes him want her more. it’s easier to take charge now. easier now that he knows what she likes. now that he know he’s allowed to take what he wants. emil turns her around to face him and lifts a hand to grasp her jaw, lips pressing to hers with a deep hunger. free hand moves to pull away at the strings of her robe. it’s easy enough to discard and he only breaks away from her to rid himself of his own clothing. 

the moment he is free his attention is settled back upon bella. his mouth is upon her again, relishing her taste while his hands roam across her skin. grip moves to her hips and he shifts away from her lips to instead lift her into his arms. stepping forward he presses back against the window, head tilting back a little as his gaze finds hers. it’s a brief pause as he takes in the sight of her and basks in the warmth of her pleasure. he’s on every continent in the world and seen just about everything there could possible be to experience. but she always seems to top it all. face presses against her shoulder as he finally slides inside her. he can’t help but think when they counted the wonders of the world they missed the eighth one. 

[klarsynt-arc]

@belissimae​ 2.0 bc pain

          he needed to see her first. 

it was supposed to be a simple job. this wasn’t supposed to happen. not like this. not yet. he didn’t see it coming. he should have seen it coming. the blade ran deep and the poison ran deeper. at first his goal was to get home to patch himself up. by the time he reached the door he knew something was wrong. and all that seemed to matter was making sure he finds his wife it’s the first words which leave his mouth when he stumbles against her  “  i can’t feel.  ”

he can’t see properly. the air feels too quiet and calm. he can’t sense even her. those bastards put something inside him. he can feel it eating away at his body and mind.  “  i can’t see—  ”  it’s a panicked mumble when his knees buckle. what the fuck is wrong with him? he can feel her hands on him, her arms around him and blurred gaze sees her. but he cannot feel the warmth which normally fills the air around her. he does not see anything. no visions. no images. nothing. and it’s terrifying. 

“  bella,  ”  it’s half whispered as he tries to make his eyes focus up at her. this can’t be happening. not right now. not yet. please, not yet. he just got her. this life. it’s more than he ever could have hoped for. perhaps not the way he ever would have imagined. but fitting for the life he has been given. he thought he would have a little more time. he hoped...why was it never enough? they could have sent someone else to do the job. this is the job. this life. this family was supposed to be it. why couldn’t they let him have this?   “  i’m sorry—  ”  a sharp breath is drawn in and he grimaces. stabbings always feel worse than bullets.   “  i’m so sorry...isabella.  ”

he promised he would come home. but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

tears spring to his eyes and roll freely down his cheeks. it feels cruel. to put the life he has always wanted within his grasp and have it stolen away so quickly. if there are any gods out there he would beg them for just one more day with her.  “  i’m not— i’m not ready,  ”  it’s a whisper. maybe to her.  maybe to himself. maybe to whatever powers might be. lids blink as moisture continues to mercilessly emerge.  “  i don’t.  ”  i don’t want to go yet. he doesn’t want to leave her. he doesn’t want to leave them. they were supposed to have a family. he saw it. a perfect baby girl. that’s the future he was supposed to receive.   

“  let her know...  ”  grief and pain contorts his features as a shallow inhale is drawn in and just as quickly let go  “  please— tell her—  ”   tell her i love her. eyelids grow too heavy to keep open and another sharp breath is drawn in. breathing feels like a chore within itself. tell her i was a good man. even if it isn’t true. tell her papa was more than a weapon.  he wants to be remembered as more than what they told him he is. he wants to be remembered.  “  te amo.  ”  

[klarsynt-arc]

@belissimae​ || s.c.

          his time here has been strange so far. in many ways it is quieter, though, not quite as peaceful as he had originally assumed. there’s different sort of dangers here. bella’s father, for one, who manages to make his skin crawl. all the assholes he has dealt with in his life he would rank him high up among the worst. right up there among all the fucking serial killers and darkest cases he’s helped close. but it isn’t all shitty. she makes everything bearable and worthwhile. it’s why he seeks her out now, when his mind feels like it might implode. files and evidence bags are abandoned in his office as he instead locates his wife. when he finds bella he quietly watches her for a few moments while she is completely absorbed in her painting. she always looks beautiful but something about this is always especially captivating. wordlessly, he moves to stand behind her, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head before simply resting his chin there. 

[chaoshailed-archive]

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 / 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

@belissimae​ said: “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” for happy lowman

                    his  body  tenses  ,  eyes  cold  as  they  move  to  look  down  at  bella  / / /  any  affection  that  he  might’ve  shown  before  is  forgotten  about  &  he’s  jumping  away  from  her  touch  as  if  he’d  been  BURNED  .  months  .  they’d  gone  MONTHS  without  any  endearing  words  outside  of  the  bedroom  :  &  he  was  content  with  that  ,  content  with  never  having  a  LABEL  on  this  .  but  that  was  in  shambles  now  ,  with  three  simple  words  [  .  .  .  ]  words  he’d  never  spoken  to  anybody  but  his  family  (  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘  𝐍𝐎𝐖  ,  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐄  ?  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐖𝐎  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐀𝐆𝐎  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄  )  .  he  wishes  she  had  just  kept  her  fucking  mouth  shut  ,  but  it’s  much  too  late  now  .                       hands  grip  the  counter  for  a  moment  before  one  rubs  over  his  chin  ,  a  scowl  taking  place  on  sharp  features  :  a  quiet  growl  before  a  hand  is  gesturing  to  the  door  .  ❛  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤  𝐨𝐮𝐭  .  ❜  PANIC  has  risen  through  his  entire  body  &  while  he  would  never  show  it  ,  it  leaves  him  sick  to  his  stomach  .  before  he  can  even  think  about  his  actions  ,  hands  are  on  her  shoulders  ,  shoving  her  toward  the  doorway  when  she  doesn’t  MOVE  ,  &  maybe  he’s  a  little  too  rough  with  her  but  he  doesn’t  give  a  shit  in  the  moment  .  ❛  𝐢  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤  𝐨𝐮𝐭  .  ❜  practically  screaming  at  her  now  :  desperate  for  her  to  be  out  of  his  fucking  sight  before  he  could  admit  any  of  his  own  feelings  .  

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@belissimae​ said:   "  can i kiss you?  "

          his gaze is unwavering from hers, searching for something and yet he isn’t quite sure what it is. he is usually so guarded around people who come from the circles she does. the wealthy elite are responsible for a great deal of the pain inflicted upon him. and he must always watch himself around them. one false move and the next thing he knows tantalus is punishing him for some vague mistake. yet, it’s different with her. she might come from a world so far beyond his grasp, but she isn’t so different. maybe, it is just the fate of their kind to be caged in one way or another. 

whatever it is which draws him to her, whatever it is that makes her feel like someone he is allowed to want, he decides not to question it. instead he leans forward and silently answers her question with the gentle press of his lips to hers. it’s a little hesitant at first. testing the waters, ensuring this is really okay, before he lifts a hand to gently grasp her jaw. gaze is soft and tinged with vulnerability when he pulls back to look at her. she is beautiful and so different than anyone he has met who is like him. something about her makes him feel understood. as if she sees him in the same way he can see everyone else.