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@savagecuhnt
a ( 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖊 + 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 ) for Rosalyn Von Greyson- indie original boss bitch witch. 𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀𝐸𝑆 𝐴𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 + 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. exploring themes of : feminine rage , fractured childhoods & hell as a woman. 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡.
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I’m alive… I’ve just been… surviving.
Rose and I miss you all 🖤🥀
VILLAINY — THREATS
"YOU BETTER RUN!" "Do not cross me." "Say one more word." "No one's around…" "How is your family?" "I'm here to collect." "(x) sends their regards." "No, go ahead, I dare you." "They'll never believe you." "Don't try to negotiate now." "You're running out of time." "A cat running out of lives…" "You just made a big mistake…" "Are you afraid? You should be." "Pretty face... might carve it off." "Can't run from consequences." "Go on. Do it. See what happens." "They went easy on you. I won't." "Sleep with one eye open tonight." "Things are changing around here…" "Don't make me get my hands dirty." "You're not all that smart, are you?" "It's a nice life you've built for yourself." "Don't remember? I can jog your memory." "What's the loudest you ever screamed?" "It would be a shame if they found out." "You haven't told them yet… have you?" "You're dead, you hear me?! You're DEAD!" "I won't say a word… if you buy my silence." "I hope your life is as miserable as you are." "I like you. Really. So don't make me do this." "You're going to be screaming yourself hoarse." "I know everything there is to know about you." "If you want to see them again, do as you're told." "Shh shh shh. No screaming. This is between us two." "You really don't like having all your teeth in place, do you?" "It would be a pity to get your friends involved, wouldn't it?" "They're all suspicious as is. Wonder what would happen if this came up?" "Rules are meant to be followed. You broke them. You know what happens next." "You're hurt? Oh, you're going to be hurting way worse in a second, trust me." "I'm waiting for the day where you mess up and they finally see the good for nothing you really are." "If you ask me, the choice is easy. I'm offering protection… and showing the consequences of what happens if you don't take it."
– 𝗩𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ! ( an assortment of dialogue prompts for interactions with our fangy friends. )
"You're bleeding again."
"Invite me in."
"You smell... divine."
"I don’t bite. Much."
"Sun’s rising. Hurry."
"Do you trust me?"
"Your pulse is loud."
"This won’t hurt. Long."
"You shouldn’t be here."
"I’ve missed the taste."
"One drop. Just one."
"I warned you."
"You’re not like them."
"Don’t run. Please."
"Let me show you."
"I’m starving tonight."
"Do I scare you?"
"You called for me?"
"Turn around. Slowly."
"You're mine now."
"Do you think drinking from me will make you love me, or just crave me more?"
"I told you not to follow me after dark… especially not here."
"You smell like fear. It's intoxicating."
"I haven't had human blood in a century. Don't tempt me."
"Go ahead, invite me in. I dare you."
"This isn't a costume party. That's real blood."
"You're not afraid of me? How disappointing."
"You should have run when you had the chance."
"The sun is rising. If you care about me, you'll let me in."
"Do you even know what I am?"
"Being turned isn't romantic. It's eternal damnation."
"You're bleeding… and you expect me to behave?"
"I'm older than your entire bloodline. Show some respect."
"You stake me, you better not miss."
"Drink from me. Let’s make this bond permanent."
hello...i'm alive.
i'm getting to drafts slowly. If I owe, and you still wanna continue what I owe on, please like this <3
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@savagecuhnt ‘ the innkeeper said this is the last room. ’
Holding up his own key, the man wasn't so disappointed, " I could crash with you, doll."
slender digits rest on her hips as she gives the other a narrowed gaze, "oh could ya now?" she smirks, pale gaze suddenly softening as she gestures towards her room, "do I have to worry about ya gettin' handsy?"
"Mmm. Kinky," he purred as she climbed onto his lap, his hands easily coming to rest at her hips. Her proposition was interesting to say the least. Up until now it had only been watch or be watched. His eyes danced along her curves as he mulled over the possibility of the two of them executing a kill simultaneously. Getting their hands dirty together. It would almost be more solidifying than their engagement.
"And just how would Barbie kill her prey?" he asked as his hands began to trail along her thighs as his mind wandered through the imagined possibilities. "She's awful soft. Do you think she could handle all that violence?" he asked further, gripping at her hips and flipping her over, pressing gentle kisses along her collarbone once she laid against his bed.
she leans down, brushing her lips against his neck, teasing along his jaw with the heat of her breath. "How would Barbie kill her prey?" she hums softly as her hips gently roll against his, teasing him with twisted ideas and primal hunger. "with a kitchen knife and a Colgate smile."
she giggles when he shifts their position, his dominance taking over now as her thighs spread and welcome him. "Mmm, don't worry about Barbie...she'll do just fine. She might just bake a fucking cake after." she whimpers softly as his lips begin to trail soft kisses along her collar bone. "What's ken gonna do though?" she smirks.
He nods in silent appreciation that she wasn't going to argue about his need to 'protect' her. Ethan knew she could handle herself (and look damn sexy doing it), but he would much rather watch her in action because of some outsider forcing her hand. It just wasn't the same when she was considered prey in stead of predator.
His arm instinctively pushes her more behind him as his gaze goes toward where her knife points. He stills his steps as he comes closer to the edge of the hall, watching as the light grows brighter. Arm still blocking her, he presses them against the wall as it's owner gets closer, his breathing once more controlled as the familiar calm washed over him.
Without hesitation as soon as a body came around the corner Ethan grabbed them up and sunk his knife deep into the crook of their neck, wrapping his free hand around their mouth to suffocate any cries that may try and escape them. He lowered the body to the ground as the last breaths of life left them and realized it had been his cousin, Hank, not an intruder.
"Hmm," he huffed quietly when he saw he hadn't helped out their situation with the kill - although he wasn't exactly sorry about offing his cousin either. "Not our guy," he told Rose as if it was matter-of-fact. "My cousin," he explained simply without so much as a glance her way.
She takes a step back, allowing Ethan to take control of the situation. She lowers her blade for a moment, eyes watching as he grabs the perpetrator up and buries his knife into them, slowly lowering them to the ground. She smiles to herself, envious of the kill before he suddenly breaks the news with such casualty. "your cousin?"
Her hand immediately comes up to her lips, muffling a choked laugh, "babe-" she smacks his arm, "what the fuck?" she shakes her head, moving in front of him now, "I'm taking the lead if you're going to just murder all your family members." she whisper argues with him, pushing him back behind her, "We're supposed to be killing the intruders, not your shitty family members." she quietly snaps back at him, her hand keeping him pushed behind her as she moves forward, blade wielded as she begins to move.
Suddenly an axe gets swung into the wall above her head, making her fall to the ground as she shuffles back, "found a bad guy!" she kicks at the man's leg, knocking him to the ground So Ethan can lunge. "Get'em! mother fucker almost got me!"
// @savagecuhnt CONT'D FROM HERE
Joe's fingers slip to the spot where poppet's lips pressed against his mask and a wild grin shines behind the fabric. The couch crashes with formidable force through the windows and alarmed screams below tell him enough that she never misses at what she aims. Of course she doesn't. SHE'S PERFECT. His little Rose.
His hand hits his own chest as if he can cage in the blown kiss she sent his way and the giddy feeling persists, even as he turns to sprint through the door and out of the building through the front, this time. His mind still spinning and spinning in circles. Yes... next time they meet, Joe needs to tell poppet that she's possibly the woman of his dreams. His pants are a little, uncomfortable reminder that they stil have... UNFINISHED BUSINESS. And he'll make sure they'll pick up where they left off soon enough. Kissing her has been one hell of a hit. Imagining whatelse they could do? That's what's tingling now under his skin- And if there's more bodies paving his way to her doorstep -- the better.
He knows he's whiny. Even dealing alone with himself, Joe kicks his boots out a little too much when he's staking out for a job or pressing a gun a bit too hard into the ribs of a hostage, while his mind is travelling somewhere else. It crossed his mind, you know... stopping by at poppet's place, right after THE ALMOST-DEED, after their little delicious deal. But it would have been too risky. He prefers to plan this a little better. If he's to end her, even for a short time, he needs to keep. his. distance. Well, for now.
On the 5th day after the alley incident, Joe has found his way on the fire escape of poppet's building. Holding out a little longer than necessary, seeing when she would come back home. And once she does... there's a friendly face observing her through the window. NOT HIS REAL FACE, of course. Another thing he found at the halloween store this time. But the way he's lounging on the stairs, chin in his hands as he watches her move through her apartment? It just adds to the little thrill he feels himself... just from watching her. It's not a big deal that he got here after another job. He can barely feel the gunshot wound in his arm, really.
she walks into her front door, a duffel bag over her shoulder full of weapons she had just picked up in a small 'deal'. she sets it on her kitchen counter, taking a moment to rest against the marble, palms flat as her head hangs. Her long raven hair falls over her shoulders, spilling onto the counter as her eyes close. It's been almost a week since she had heard anything from Joe, since their last encounter. There was a lot that happened that day, learning that he was hired to kill her, but instead he let her go...then things turned spicy. Intimate in their own way. She was trusted with seeing his face.
That face.
They kissed.
And they almost...
she smirks to herself as she lifts her head, the scent of blood in the air, wafting the crack in the window. Her haunting pale gaze finds that mask looking back at her through the window, and she knows who's behind it.
Her combat boots lead her over her tile floors, pausing at the window for a brief pause as she takes the sight of him in. Just sitting there, chin in his hand watching her through the glass. She smirks back at him, "you're bleeding." she says softly before pulling the window open, "come on...let's get you patched up..." she gestures for him to climb in.
@savagecuhnt “ i did… what i had to do… ”
Quin shrugged, " I am not judging you, it's just now we have to take care of that."
she sighs, allowing smoke to plume softly before her, "well, I'm sorry for making your life harder. I didn't mean to." she sits back in her chair, leg crossing over the other as her haunting hues gaze back at him, unfaltering. "So what now?" she hums.
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The blow up had been bigger than ever when Rose found him in the delicate position of slumber next to the unknown female. It wasn't like he'd had feelings for the bitch. Rose should have known that. The entire interaction had been fueled by alcohol....and maybe a little coke....and a smidge of wanting to off the red-headed bimbo. But he hadn't quite gotten to the last bit yet when Rose came bursting in to their room and found the duo entangled in Ethan's silk sheets, half naked and exposed.
None of that had bothered him however. He could finagle his way around the indiscretion his dick had compelled him to commit. Same as the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. Well, usually anyway. This time Rose stuck to her guns and they were officially, one hundred percent, stick a fork in them, DONE. Never, ever fucking getting back together. She hadn't responded to his texts, calls, impromptu appearances at her apartment, work, or otherwise. She cut him off cold turkey and hadn't looked back. He was honestly a little surprised he was still alive and breathing all things considered, but if that was how she wanted to play this, then fine. If for nothing other than spite, he would let her have the win for once. She'd come around eventually.
He just knew it.
Except when she didn't and Ethan, well, he wouldn't exactly call it stalking, but he checked up on her socials a time or two. But it was more out of a protective need he had to satisfy. Not desire to get back together. Not at all. (Lies. All of it.) They had been together quite long after all and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't, at the very least, vet her new plaything - temporary as he may have believed them to be. Especially this Jackson.
He huffed to himself as he lurked on the guy's Facebook. "I'm getting a god damn cavity with how fucking sweet you are to each other," he moaned as he scrolled, his stomach turning at the sight of a picture of the happy couple after his band's gig. The sour taste in his mouth left immediately when he saw a recent check-in that they had planned a night out. At one of his and Rose's favorite hunting spots.
"Wonder who suggested that cozy spot?" he asked his empty room as she closed out the app and pulled up his contacts. A few clicks later and his usual group of friends, along with a certain nameless red-head, were headed for a night on the town - starting at none other than BJ's bar.
He hung his arm around Chelsea's shoulders as the group headed inside, his eyes scanning the crowd for his girl when he saw her flaunting her new companion. "Fucking bitch," he muttered to himself, the glare he was giving could have killed had she noticed.
"What?" Chelsea asked.
"Nothing," he lied, breaking away his attention from Rose and bringing it back to his date. "Why don't we get some drinks and start having some fun?" he asked rhetorically as he pulled her in for a kiss and he led her over to the group's table, deeply hopeful Rose caught sight of the public display of affection - and even more excited over how angry it would make her.
she pulls away from the kiss, smiling warmly up at Jackson for a moment. He seemed taken aback by the kiss, almost suspicious by the sudden affection, but he doesn't seem to question her, all he does is run his thumb over her cheek before smirking down at her. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom babe, grab our drinks and find us a seat?" she nods, doing as she's asked.
with two glasses in her hands, she does her best not to scan the crowd, not to look for HIM, and she almost succeeds until she suddenly stumbles into HER. Drink spilling onto her dress. The redhead squeals, cursing at her and calling her some sort of goth related insult that has Rose rolling her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry! I didn't see you there! you turned side ways and just...I guess disappeared-" she shrugged.
It would seem that little come back had some sort of effect on the girl, causing her to shove Rose, but Rose doesn't react, she just stumbles back, glasses still in hand as she giggles softly to herself, her eyes finally lifting to look at Ethan as if saying 'you gonna get your girl, or do you really want me to?' "I'd think about what you're doing lil' red...before a big bad wolf comes and blows you down." she snarls.
Suddenly Jackson appears, getting in the middle of the women, looking at Ethan with daggers, "hey man, get your girl!" he snaps, his arm wrapping around Rose as he attempts to pull her towards a table, "just ignore her babe, It was just an accident, no need to let it ruin the night." his hands come up to cup her cheeks, attempting to calm her down, "relax." he says calmly, "let them go."
Sihtric didn't want to become the jealous boyfriend, that really wasn't him. When Rose was starting to explain that it was something complicated that had to do with her job, Sihtric's expression didn't change. The tattoo artist set his hands onto his hips and looked down at his feet for a long moment throughout the explanation.
"Look... I know what it's like. Better than you think." He then answered as he glanced over to her. "I've done some clasified stuff back when I was in the army so... I get it. Sometimes things get out of hand." Sihtric's eyes found hers. "I guess now I get what it's like to be on the other side. I just hate it, that's all."
@savagecuhnt
she sighs before finally reaching for his hand, seeing that he was a little more understanding and forgiving than she had expected or felt that she had deserved. Fingers gently lace with his, pulling him close before continuing to speak, "I hate it too, trust me. I honestly thought it was going to be a quick job. A few days, maybe a week and I'd be back like nothing ever happened, but of course there were additional details that were kept from me and well, things took a lot longer than I had anticipated."
she gazes up at him with apologetic eyes, pulling his arm around her waist so that she can be selfish with the closeness she's craved since their time apart. "next time I get a call, I'll be sure to give you some sort of coordinates of my whereabouts, and I'll break rules if I have to, to make sure I stay in some sort of communication with you...I promise."
do they have a kink? if so, what is it?
"I like things bloody. Vicious. Raw. I like things to hurt...I'm far from fragile and I'd like to not be treated that way. bite me, stab me...make it fun. "
continued from X
he was alluring. something DANGEROUS. and oh how she loved it. from the moment those glacial orbs of hers met his, there was just something about him that she couldn't quite put a finger on. It was a rather difficult task to intrigue her, to hold her interest and attention, but somehow she's found herself still within his presence, lingering longer than she should. Stuck now, in some hotel with the weather outside too harsh to travel in.
"I feel as though you already have a few ideas in mind." she hums as she lifts her glass to her pale plush lips. she takes a small swig of the dark liquor before gesturing towards a chess setup in the corner of the room, " and I don't think a game of chess is one of them. "
@ner0tic
🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?
❤️🔥what’s their most erogenous zone?
💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward?
what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? "Oh, that's a good one. Hm, got into it with someone in the middle of a shootout. The adrenaline was just pumping, and something about being in the middle of danger...does something for me...another time was in a cemetery. I know, not very exciting BUT we realized the eyes we felt watching us were actually a family burying their grandpa and NOT actually ghosts...we got chased off by the groundskeeper."
what’s their most erogenous zone? " Neck and inner thigh for sure! give me a little bite in either of those spots and I'm folding."
do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? " if we ain't kissing, do ya really want it? cause I can't really recall a time I was about to get busy without kissing the person. Cause if ya can't kiss, then ya probably suck in the sack...as for cuddling? It depends on if I like ya. If I don't want to snuggle up with ya, then there's an issue."
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👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?
" ohhhh spicy! I guess it'd all depend on the situation, but I'd say penetrative in most cases. Why not both though??? A GREAT sesh has both for sure! "
He knew she'd be back soon, she had to, this was the longest she'd been away since the whole situation-ship this two had found themselves in had started. There wasn't a worry she wouldn't be back, not with how they spoke with another. The question was just when she would be back, normally he was told and that wasn't an issue. This time, however, she hadn't said much of when she was going to land. It had been on his mind during the day and into the night as he made his way about his necessary duties for someone in his position. He isn't aware she's called the club, Cezar no doubt answering the call to and giving her the necessary information about him and getting into his own penthouse without him being by her side. All unknown to him of course, making him a little surprised by Cezar when he was told he could handle the rest of the night at the club. Not that Andrei didn't trust him, he was the one he trusted the most, it only just caught him off guard. So, Andrei agrees and finds himself heading home much earlier than anticipated.
Andrei supposed he looked tired, looked like he needed a night off rather than staying late to see over the club. Maybe hew as tired, he wouldn't admit it. Either way, he heads home and up the elevator to the penthouse above. Without much thought, he opens the door and walks inside. What he found was not what he expected but it does cause a grin to pull at the mafioso's lips. He doesn't say much, walking forward before arm snakes around her waste and pulls her to him. "I think you in my shirt is sexy enough." He leans down and places a kiss to her lips. "You and the food look amazing." He mumbles before pulling away to look over the table. "You made mici???" No doubt his eyes lit up with the sight, attention then shifting back to her. "You're full of surprises tonight, frumoasa."
she finds herself smiling harder than she's used to with him. The way his large arms pull her with such ease. there's a sense of safety and comfort there in his hold. "oh yeah?" she breathes against his lips, savoring the kiss she's craved for an entire week. Her arms wrap around him, embracing longer then she intends, "well I'd hope so, I did my best to make it as authentic as possible." she leans up on tip toes to steal one last kiss, "I wanted to make up for being away for so long." she smiles before reluctantly pulling away to turn the stove off and finish with plating.
"I'm not sure what it's supposed to taste like exactly, so I hope you enjoy it." she gestures towards the seat she's prepared for him, "if it's shit, I'm sorry." she laughs, "I'll figure out a way to make up in other ways."
