#ravenousdiaster

[brokenblondeprincess]

@ravenousdiaster​

El turned the key and the engine of the car went quiet. She was aware why he had brought her here, he was sure of it. Or it was clear from the way she wouldn’t say a word all the way up here. He had parked before a cozy looking town house. Nothing too extravagant, the mob boss surely could do better but El should be grateful for what he was given. He didn’t dare to look up and meet Avery’s gaze. Why not give something better to the mob boss daughter - he considered. Maybe her father wanted her to appreciate the small things, El had to hold back the ironic smirk pushing it’s way on his lips. Small things would look differently from how their childhoods looked, he should know as he was raised by her father’s mob.

The house wasn’t a full blown mansion but it was far better than what he would imagine for himself. He climbed the ladder long enough to become a mob lawyer now. His hands still were far from clean, he often were called into what needed fixing. Her father relied on him and perhaps wanted to make sure he will stay loyal not only to the family he had been raised by, but also loyal to the family of his own. Avery was a nurse, she wanted a normal life. But by the arranged marriage she was supposed to stay glued to the criminal background either way. “Come on.” He sighed and opened to the door of the vehicle to look to the building up close. The keys to the house were heavy in his pocket.

[sarawritesx]

starter for @ravenousdiaster

This was all she thrived for in her work, to bring people to justice; of course, it wasn’t always the case, but after long weeks of work they found the killer. And naturally, it was time to celebrate. Octavia liked nights like that, it was always teams work and some relaxation did them all good. This was her first time working with detective Goodman, not many could impress her with the way they thought, the way they did things, mainly because she couldn’t stand most of the men in her unit, unlike them, Octavia always had to prove herself more, just because she was a woman. As the team celebrated, being way too loud and on god knows which beer, Octavia noticed Parker on the very corner of the bar, on the counter, drinking in solitude. So without a word she grabbed her half empty bottle of cold beverage and walked over to him. “Did I really manage to drag your ass with us to the pub only to have you sit alone, Parker?”she asked with a light chuckle. “Those guys over there, they like you. I wouldn’t invite you if they didn’t, trust me. - Or is this how you like it better? Sipping on your drink like some creepy guy in the very corner of the bar? Dim lights, cigarette smoke all around... It does look very mysterious.”

[darkdcsire]

starter for @ravenousdiaster​

Geralt had not been prepared for how much trouble he would endure and experience when accepting the contract with out meeting the princess prior to the agreement with their guardian or or older parental figure as Geralt was only taking the job due to the large amount of crowns being offered for the job as Geralt had been paid half now and the rest later once delivering the princess safely with no harm to a King she had been promised to marry as Geralt didn’t fondly care as he wanted to get the job over and done with. Remaining quiet on their travels, disgruntled, stubborn and annoyed as he hardly spoke at all. Managing to run into trouble by a group of bandits as he had managed to quickly deal with them mercilessly by the sharpened steel of his sword as they wanted the princess by attempting to kill the Witcher. 

Finally they had settled and rented an upstairs room in the towns tavern as Geralt watched her fall asleep on the only bed in the room. Believing her to be sleeping he then stood up from his chair and made his bed on the floor right next to her after stripping off his gear to reveal his gleaming sweat covered muscles covered in old scars. Dropping his gear to the floor as he then lowered himself down to the floor to lay on his side with his back to her in the dimly lit room. Geralt then suspected she may have been awake while he felt guilty for being unfairly rough with her in tone and mannerisms.” I am sorry you had to see that princess. I had to kill those men to protect you if your traumatised by what you witnessed then...” A sigh left his lips.” ...I can help you relax.” The witcher’s voice grainy and gruff yet he kept his back to her.

[wintercolourss-archive]

dinner date || miranda&peter

She would never admit it openly, after all he ‘arrested’ her by mistake, but she was excited about this. Miranda had rejected him once but not the second try. She did, however, make him work for it. No matter how handsome Peter was, she was not going to give in easily, even if she was actually at his doorstep. Miranda, as usual, had arranged herself. She was wearing make up and nice clothes that hugged her figure nicely. She was also wearing high heels because they made her look more confident than she was and taller since she was short compared to him.

Miranda rang the bell and took a step back, she had a bottle of wine in one hand and her Chanel bag hung from her left shoulder. She ran her slender fingers through her long hair and waited for him to answer. When he finally did, her red lips curved into a small smirk. 

“Hello there” she said softly.

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[cottoncandysoul]

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              fingers bearing down into his back, thighs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucks into her - pressing her closer to the wall, allie bites down hard on her lower lip to stifle that louder moan threatening to spill from her. she can feel him stuttering against her, knows he’s so close, he’s right there, and there’s nothing stopping him. he’s going to pull out because they’d forgotten the condom this time, something they tried to remember as much as possible, but before he can pull away completely, she’s slinking a hand into his hair and wrapping her legs tighter. “no,” allie breathes in a quiet moan, nipping at his jaw, “come inside me, make me yours.” not that she already isn’t, but she wants to feel him. wants him to mark her completely. 

[sunsetxdreams]

The first week he returned home, he began to notice a fuzzy feeling in his head. After that, the flash backs started. The women, the children, the fellow soldiers next to his mind, hell even the men he killed. They all continued to flash in his mind. But at night it got worse, he’d be laying next to his beautiful fiance and he felt as if he reached out she’d turn to him and be like the other’s blame him for what happened. Hell one night he woke up and she spoke to him, blamed him for everything, for being away their inability to start a family because he was so distant and when he blinked again she had been fast asleep. He was increasingly agitated, and the only solace he found was at the bottom of an empty glass. Each night he’d walk down the street to the bar and spend pretty much his entire pay check weekly in booze, trying to find some sort of escape. The only time the flashbacks stopped was when he blacked out, so now almost every night he was blacked out, the days were beginning to blend and his health was declining. But most of all he wasn’t talking to Dahlia despite laying in their bed each night. The hangover he felt that morning was worse than the other’s his typical headache was starting to become in almost migraine proportions. As he stumbled his way to the kitchen still in last night’s clothes he fumbled with the coffee maker until it gave him a cup of the blackest coffee possible and leaning against their counter for support his back was to her as he sipped the coffee hoping the caffeine would help the pounding in his head. @ravenousdiaster

[divinexgods]

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Not that it was a game or a challenge or anything like that. But Cal was so proud when Ivy finally agreed to go out with him. It wasn’t anything spectacular--just dinner and a movie. But it would give them time to get to know each other apart from anatomy. Even though he wouldn’t mind getting to know her lips again. When he pulled up to the address she’d given him, Cal held the Fly Swatter down at his side. He honestly couldn’t wait for her to see it and he was looking forward to the confused face he assumed she’d give him when she realized it was a gift for her. Heading up to her door, Cal knocked, leaning one hand against the door frame as he waited for her to answer. 

[cursivebloodlines]

CLOSED STARTER | @ravenousdiaster

This isn’t real. The one thought running through Douglas Blackwood’s mind in that moment. It couldn’t be - it can’t be. His best friend was missing. How was one supposed to live with that? You hear about it too often: you watch it on the news, see it printed in newspapers, missing person posters planted around the city, you share the posts from pleading, desperate family members to spread the word. But you never expect it to be you or the people you care about. Until it is. He should have known when he never replied to his countless text messages, or returned numerous voicemails that something wasn’t right. The knock at his front door with policemen on his doorstep wanting to ask him questions was what finally made him realise that this... This was all tragically real.  Dougie was trying his hardest to keep himself together, to stay strong, but it was all he could think about. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, could barely breathe; suffice to say, he wasn’t coping very well. Unable to keep still, his footsteps brought him in front of the door of his best friend’s girlfriend, a shaky hand balled into a fist knocking against the door. He couldn’t imagine what she must have been feeling right now, and despite how he felt, sick to his stomach, he needed to see how she was doing. If he could do anything to help. (He doubted it.) Shifting his weight from one foot to the other as his heart pounded against his chest, the door opened shortly. Before she could get a word in edgeways, he was already off, the words fell freely from his lips.

“Hey,” Dougie managed to croak out, lips forced up into a weak, watery smile. Clearing his throat then, tears already stinging his eyes, he continued, “I’m sorry for just - for just uh, you know, showing up here unannounced. ah -”  He exhaled a shaky breath, words getting caught into his throat. Keep it together, Doug. He carried on. “I just wanted -- I -- how are you holding up?” Truthfully, he didn’t know where else to go. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be by himself, so sought out the only other person who could completely relate.