#blueroseassassin

[isabella-clair-marx]

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[professionalspears]

Kisses? I don't quite believe you able. ((@blue-rose-assassin))

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

@blue-rose-assassin

Irritation burned under William’s skin, eyes narrowing and fists tightening with his need to control himself. “Why?” he replied, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t waiting for an answer. “Because I am a reaper?”

Then taking a step closer, he pulled the assassin towards himself, fingers reaching up and getting tangled in her hair. “Excuse me,” he gritted before pulling her into a bruising kiss

[professionalspears]

Seduction Plan @blue-rose-assassin: She would be subtle, knowing his standoffish ways, gathering information about him. She'd invite him for a drink after a rough mission of his, exploiting his weakness, offering the appealing chance of giving him information on her, a way for them to both get to know each other. She would then use empathy and alcohol and mutual loneliness to make a move, small enough not to scare him and let him make the ultimate decision of falling into her trapping embrace.

How Would Your Muse Seduce Mine? Send in their plan and my Muse will react to it.

William shivered, his fingers twitching around the glass causing the amber liquid to slosh slightly, as cold air trickled between their lips. Isabella’s eyes became clearer as she allowed a hesitant distance to settle between them and this close the reaper could feel her warm breath, lips still close enough and breaths getting deeper with need.

Closing his eyes William tried to focus, to stop himself from giving in, to push back! He couldn’t possibly let himself get lost in a human, albeit an interesting... a mesmerizing one, but still a mortal! And no matter how tired he felt, how alone and hopeless he became, it really wasn’t an excuse...

Swallowing he pushed himself away, glass clanking on the table. “I need to leave.” he murmured, voice almost cracking at the end.

[professionalspears]

@blue-rose-assassin // X

William blinked a few more times, the world growing hazy around the edges as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Traditions?” he murmured, one of his hands leaning on the table. “I...no, I don’t-” Then forcing himself to stop, William closed his eyes. “I should go,” he repeated.

[professionalspears]

"Perhaps I wouldn't mind seeing you pinned to a bed, my daggers through that fancy suit of yours. You want control? I'll give it to you... for a price."

Describe A Sexual Fantasy Your Muse Has Involving Mine On Anon In Extensive Detail.

My Muse will try to guess who it is !

@blue-rose-assassin

“You?...”

[isabella-clair-marx]

BOLD what your muse can do. REPOST, don’t reblog. TAG ten muses.

REAPER VERSE:

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain |program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing |shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt  | stitch a wound | read palms |use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill |braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

ASSASSIN VERSE:

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain |program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing |shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt  | stitch a wound | read palms |use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill |braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

tagged by: @death-the-grim (a really long freaking time ago I’m so sorry)

tagging: @linkedsoul @aluckyartist @clowntypeidol @waveringiridescence @whats-up-i-got-a-lawnmower @kline-for-hire aaaand whoever else would like to participate because I can’t think of more at this moment in time

[clowntypeidol]

@isabella-clair-marx  Hit me with your best kiss.

Again with the scolding, Izzy? You know he can get his work done, right? He appreciates her, but something her being on top of him, figuratively, was a little much. He gets she’s just doing her job, but he’s as big boy and can handle himself. Sometimes he doesn’t want her to be on top of him like that! 

So when he pulled her down onto his lap, it was a bit of a surprise to him. Was he in a mood or did he just want to give her something to make her relax? Or perhaps he was looking for a way to take her breath away for a little while?

In an instant, his hand cradling her head ever so gently, his lips connected with hers. brief and firm. 

But that’s not enough for him. He’s prepared for the backlash and the fight she’s sure to give him later, but for the moment, he’s willing to accept it.

Instead of continuing with her on his lap, he pushes her to the side to lay her on the couch, her head propped up a bit by the arm rest. One hand finds its way to her hand, his fingers lacing themselves and his them gently poking and massaging her palm. The other cups her chin lifting it to a better angle so he may, once again, press his lips to her, this time gently, and lovingly.