Vulgcrz - 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑.

"have a mug to show for it and everything." while he supports his daughter and baby mama financially, he can never be in their lives properly. it was the nature of his work, too dangerous for him to ever drag a family and kids into. he chuckles at her description of her own children, the understatement of the century when it came to those brats. he squeezing her waist, eyes alight when she describes how he makes her feel, how she deserves to feel when she's with a man. "threatening to slit my throat huh, ma? that's hot." he teases her, grinning even as he lowers his face to brush his nose against hers, hand raising to grip her jaw possessively. rough and soft mixed together just as it always was with him. "i'm gonna be fucking obsessed with you as long as you breathe, baby. there's not a day that i don't want you as it is. so fuck your husband and them kids. you're gonna be mine."

"Oh I'm sure you're father of the year," she retorted knowing it wasn't a fair statement but Holly was anything but in her right mind at the moment. "I'm sorry." She sighed closing her eyes trying to think of how she could make this work for them. "If we're going to be together I want us to be together. Not the kids, mine or yours. Kids just get in the way of things. Honestly such an inconvenience. Mine are just so un-fucking-grateful. Then you come along and it's like, someone is actually valuing me for once." Even her husband mainly saw her as a trophy or even worse someone to control. Holly sighed deeply before opening her eyes to meet his again. "So if we do this. If I agree to go with you, leave all this behind you swear to be as obsessed with me as you are now. Or I seriously might slit your throat in your sleep. Am I fucking clear Dante?"

she punches in the code to the to the doors, watching them open for the pair of them and sliding her fingers around his bicep as they slip behind them, code entered once more to lock them behind safe walls. it was a mere excuse to touch him again, she knows as much, but she holds no remorse for it as she lets her hand drop. "is there even such a thing as normal anymore?" she questions, peeling her jacket off her shoulders once they're safely inside. curiosity tugs at her expression as he speaks, hand held out and an inaudible gasp leaving her lips when she sees what he's found. "you're joking." she smiles openly, hands rummaging in her pocket for the lighter she'd found a few weeks ago. she's quick to get it lit and she releases a long sigh of relief at the first breath of smoke that fills her lungs, eyes closing in bliss. "i used to think these were better than wine some days." she quips, cigarette placed between her fingers as she holds it up to his lips, gaze on his.

her words are a comfort, more than perhaps she'll ever really know. trust was not something that came easily in this new world, fox had known first had how quickly people switched sides in order to ensure their own survival. he's grateful for isabelle, grateful that she had steadied her knife that day when first they met. he's grateful to no longer be alone in this world. "spend the night in bed..." he repeats in a soft voice, followed by an even softer laugh. "i think that's the most normal sounding thing we've ever done." the implication of that they both would be sharing said bed is lost on him, fox too distracted by flipping his pack around to rummage through one of the pockets. "oh. here, i managed to find some of these for you before we left." holding his hand out, he places a crumpled package of cigarettes into her palm. "it's not wine, but... it's the next best thing."

he comes to a stand still when his gaze falls upon joey, taking in the scene before him. in the time they’d been together, dante would say he knew his girlfriend fairly well. then again, she likely thought the same about him without knowing of the illicit dealings he partook in. “huh.” he says simply, the sight of blood hardly new to him and he sets the take out down on the register before approaching the body, giving it a nudge with his boot to make sure he was truly dead. “oh, i bet he did, darlin’. now, do you like taking care of these bodies yourself or can i let my boys handle it?” because from the way she spoke, he doubted this is the first time she’s killed.

open to: anyone muse: josephine 'joey' novak. pinterest. plot: your muse just found joey right after one of her murders. could be friends, lovers, whatever.

it was the first time she'd ever been caught red handed, literally. the man's blood had been running down her forearms, the gardening shears she'd used to cut his throat now tainted red. she could smell the iron, and a sick part of her revelled in it. she didn't panic when they found her, exhaustion taking over as the adrenaline began to calm down. she felt her actions were completely justified, the man cornering her and making her feel uncomfortable in her own shop was enough for her to move quickly. her chest heaved as she breathed, moving to turn on the hose so she could wash away the blood from her skin. "what? he had it coming, okay? don't look at me like that."

while jobs like these were above her pay grade these days, there was something about doing them with bishop that left her pulse racing. the intrigue of pretending to be different people for the night while still always together, his arm around her waist and her hand on his chest to let everyone know they were each other's. she nods, eyes glinting as they move towards the high rollers table and she allows her mask of shallow trophy wife to settle in as they approach their target. a smirk takes her lips, turning her lips towards his ear. "gladly. if he goes for it after midnight though, you have to buy me a sybian." she settles a hand atop his shoulder as he places his bets, mouth curving at the familiar number. their hotel room and then the date of their anniversary years later, cementing the number as theirs. dark eyes settle across the table on viktor. she allows her smile to grow somewhat sly as she gazes at him, noticing the fact that the creeps eyes settled on every curve except her eyes. but that had been the plan, always was. let him assume that her husband was the only one of the two that was dangerous. she grins when bishop wins, bending down to press a kiss to her husband's cheek. "well done, mi amor. i told you i was your lucky charm." she says loud enough for the table to hear, noticing their target's eyes settling on her husband.

ten  years  of  this  dance ,   stolen  kisses  in  safe  houses,  her  heel  digging  into  his  calf  during  interrogations  —  and  still  she  could  make  his  pulse  stutter  like  a  faulty  detonator.   across  the  room,  viktor  shoved  away  from  the  table,  his  security  detail  a  trio  of  gorillas  in  ill-fitting  suits.  bishop’s  grip  tightened  imperceptibly  on  isabelle’s  waist.  “time  to  cash  in,”  he  murmured,  nodding  toward  the  high-limit  roulette  pit  where  cigarette  smoke  coiled  like  ghosts  above  emerald  felt.   “shall  we  wager?  if  he  takes  the  bait  before  midnight…  you  owe  me  that  thing  with  the  handcuffs.” sharp smirk, and a squeeze of her hip.  he slid into a vacant seat, stacking chips with deliberate slowness.  “no  more  bets.”  he  stacked  his  chips  with  the  precision  of  a  man  who’d  counted  cards  in  back-alley  parlors  since  he  could  shave.  black  29.  the  number  hummed  in  his  veins  —  same  as  the  hotel  room  where  they’d  first  fucked  during  a  storm  in  miami ,  rain  slashing  the  windows  as  she’d  dug  her  nails  into  the  scar  on  his  shoulder.  superstitious?  maybe.  but  survival  in  their  line  of  work  required  rituals  sharper  than  prayer. the  roulette  wheel  spun,  ivory  ball  clattering.  bishop  didn’t  watch  it.  he  watched  isabelle’s  throat  flutter  as  she  laughed  —  a  sound  like  breaking  crystal  —  and  the  way  viktor’s  piggish  eyes  tracked  the  sway  of  her  hips.  let  the  bastard  look.  let  him  salivate.  the  ball  clattered  to  a  stop.  “black  29.”  the  croupier  announced,  voice  flat  as  a  coroner’s.  a  ripple  went  through  the  crowd  —  tourists  clutching  pearls,  high  rollers  eyeing  bishop’s  growing  pile.  he  let  his  gaze  slide  to  viktor.  the  man  was  staring  now,  piggish  eyes  glinting  — that  always  undid  his  kind.  there  you  are.

"gwaine, please." she pinches the bridge of her nose, her headache still niggling at her temples and this conversation being the last thing that she wanted to have. "i just wanted some air, to go for a walk in the gardens or something. i was always going to come back inside to you." she drops her hand from her face, glare focussed in him as she crosses her arms. "please, for once, don't make this a bigger deal than it needs to be. i'm not avoiding you, alright?"

"i didn't say you're a common whore," he said pushing himself at the wall. "but the fact you are everywhere besides next to your husband is making us the topic of rumors." he knew that she wasn't seeking anyone out, that much they could agree on. but he was so easily influenced by the words of others that it tended to rattle him to his core. "i heard what you said to him, those words were the reason i'm not angry with you."

she smiles down at his reaction to her touch, thumb brushing over the head of him again before she encircles her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking downwards towards the base. she moans at the way he plays with her tits, every brush of his fingers against her nipples making her sensitive and wetter against her thighs. "you're doing very well, my prince." she compliments, genuine as pleasure courses through her as he sucks on her, fingers working the other side and making her long for his cock to fill her. "and my name is selaena." she answers with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again as her hand continues to stroke his cock slowly. "do you want me to show you the other place to touch to prepare a woman for you? we are rather complicated, and making us wet enough before simply fucking us is important if you want her to enjoy herself."

Alastair stripped down fully, admiring her body with his eyes, desperate to touch her but uncertain as to where to start. His c^ck was standing proud, bucking against his stomach and already leaking from excitement. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, he hissed with arousal and sensitivity. “They’re so warm and full,” Alastair complimented her, massaging them with surprising skill. He may be a virgin, but he’d had flings where he’d felt up his partners. He’d also gotten his c^ck sucked a fair number of times, causing him to favor it during foreplay.

Instinctively, Alastair put his mouth to one of Selaena’s nipple, suckling and nibbling at it gently, using his hand to massage and twist her other nipple. “Am I doing well? And…what is your name?” He asked, blushing.

things had gotten so intense between the so quickly, but he had known upon meeting her that she was a woman he needed in his life. whether that was simply as a friend, a lover, or something more, he knew that whatever that pull was between them was something he needed in his life. preferably as his, but he would settle for whatever he could get. "fuck, harriet." he kisses along her jaw, face finding it's place in her neck and continuing to press kisses there. it's too intense to look her in the eye, the lust already creeping over him and making him thrust into her hand with a bit more intensity. he squeezes her nipple again before groping her entire breast, rocking forward as her words cause his orgasm to start to build. "you're killing me. so fucking perfect for me." the idea of getting to cum on her again mixed with the way she tugs at his hair and kisses his neck has him groaning her name in pleasure, cum spilling out onto her belly and over her hand.

If this would make Tomas content at least for the duration of this trip Harriet didn't mind. Not to mention that above her own emotional feelings her body craved him too. For now this was enough. His touch, his kiss and especially his voice. "Good," she whispered against his mouth allowing him to continue kissing her as she stroked his cock. "You're okay I won't judge." She replied knowing at times some men were self conscious about that but in this scenario it didn't matter. As if she would stop if it took longer. While she felt herself getting wet right now she wasn't going to indulge in that feeling, right now it was all about him. "You know I don't mind you making a mess on me," she grinned lightly pulling his hair again to expose his neck before leaning down suck at his skin not minding if she left a mark behind. Even if she wasn't completely his yet, Tomas was hers already.

"she was flirting with you is the difference. i may trust you entirely, but that doesn't mean people are allowed to flirt with you like we're not married." sometimes she lets them live, just has them maimed a little rather than killed, but this one had most certainly deserved it from the way she had touched her husband's bicep. she exhales softly, his arms around her causing the stress of her day to simply melt away. isabelle plays with his hair idly, humming as she smiles. "would you rather they learn the truth and the pair of us ended up behind bars for 25 to life? not to mention if you didn't enjoy the trouble i bring, you never would have married me." her nose brushes against his own, hands sliding down from around his neck to find his belt buckle as she begins undoing it. "however will i thank you for that, darling?"

they're a dangerous pair. someone in the world of crime and someone in the world of law enforcement. all of his training in the academy should've told him to run far from isabelle. yet here he is, married to her and never thinking that they can be apart. "more subtle? if she even smiled my way when i wasn't looking you would've thought that she was flirting with me." although he has to give his wife the benefit of the doubt. the intern had been wanting to fuck him, he just never gave her the time of day. he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close as he returns the kiss. "i know, that's part of the trouble. anyone that gets too close to the truth, i can expect will end up dead." not that he's complaining. he pulls back from the kiss, rolling his eyes. "yeah? well they're not going to give you any trouble anymore. they're behind bars for twenty-five years."

"right, can't imagine waking up to you trying to spoon me would be something you'd be pleased about." he quips, tone back to his usual dryness even if he is amused at the visual. her not wearing much to bed, on the other hand, was something he knew damn well he would struggle with once put into practice. he can control himself better than most, but she was temptation even without her stripping down to much. it's been a long time since he's merely laid in bed with another woman and he's well aware of that fact as they gaze at each other, him propped up on his side as if they were going to discuss their days. when she pulls up the photo, he reaches for his spectacles on the bedside table, placing them on his nose before taking the phone displaying the gorgeous brunette. "my business, huh? do you mean specifically arms dealing or is he just a criminal?" his brows rise at the fact that she'd left her family allegedly, distaste settling in at the equally disturbing possibility that she could have been taken against her will. "i can help you find her." he offers simply, knowing damn well he had more contacts than her to do so. he wants to reach for her, to comfort her, but the room service interrupts them entirely and he knows the opportunity has passed. he rolls onto his back, watching her in disbelief as she takes off her clothes before dragging his own shirt over his form. "jesus christ, harriet." he has an instant hard on, glad that the covers are hiding his growing hardness at the side of her. "playing dirty is more like it."

Harriet waves him off not wanting to make him completely uncomfortable considering their sleeping arrangements were already less than ideal. "It's fine honestly, I won't be wearing much to bed either. Which is why we have the pillow wall. So neither of our subconsciousness react." There was something so simple and domesticated about sitting in bed together like this. It's exactly what she craved from a relationship, the companionship of it all. That was something she wanted for a long time yet time after time she never got it. For him to be willing to wait hurt her heart but Harriet needed to protect it too. "You know there is something else that's getting in your way," she sighs reaching for her phone. "My older sister Holly starting having an affair with someone who works in the same business as you." She hints as she pull up a picture of Holly, showing it to him. "One day she just disappears. She was married, has kids and just left. Bitch didn't even leave a note to say if she was okay so now for all I know my sister is just dead somewhere because she fell for a guy who wasn't exactly the best." Biting on her lower lip she let's that familiar ache slip in. Then the sound of someone at the door makes her jump, wiping her eyes as she accepts the pillows and blankets. "So it's more than just that," she sighs as she sets them on the bed before starting to get undressed. Harriet pulls off her shirt tossing it aside and picks his up slipping it over her head. With a smirk she gives him a wink before getting back into the bed next to him. "A sign of good faith," she shrugs as she sets the pillows between them. "Smells good by the way."