"right, Can't Imagine Waking Up To You Trying To Spoon Me Would Be Something You'd Be Pleased About."

"yeah, you wouldn't mind doing that?" it touched her that he would even offer, knowing damn well that there were plenty of men out there too selfish to ever offer such a thing. not her ross though. him, she knew would always do what was right by her and their children. "i think it'll take a lot of pressure off of us so we can just enjoy each other. and enjoy you coming inside me over and over again." she grins to herself, stepping forward with the knife in hand as her soft smile for ross fades into a look of contempt for the man before them. "you keep flirting with me like that, honey, and i'm gonna have to fuck you in front of this piece of shit." she reaches forward to grip the whimpering man's jaw, forcing him to look her in the eye as she crouches down. "and you are going to go back to your employer and tell them exactly what we did to you." when the man lifts his hand onto the counter, she doesn't hesitate the stab her knife straight through his trigger finger. "i kill people just for flirting with my husband, what do you think i'm going to do to you, your family, and your employer's family if you so much as breathe near my children?"

The struggle of starting a family together was part of what broke their marriage long ago. Which is why Ross wanted to do things right this time and identify the true priority, each other. "You know I could always get a vasectomy? I wouldn't mind. I saw what you had to go through and let's be honest what's a few days recovery for me?" He shrugged knowing his pain tolerance was higher than most men anyways. Being shot once or twice helped build it up. "This way you don't have to do any birth control stuff and I get to come inside you whenever I want with low risk." There was a smirk on his face as she returned their focus to the task at hand. "You hear that buddy? She wants your trigger finger. Now hold it up or she'll take both." He smirked as she came closer. "Mrs. Strollo you look even sexier with that knife in your hand." He turned back to their guest who hadn't raised a hand yet. "You think I'm fucking kidding? Now show my wife your trigger finger."

he raises a brow at her, mischievous glint in his eyes that spreads to a smirk. his free hand slides over her inner thigh, tugging it towards him so he can press a kiss there. "how else am i gonna take a photo of the most beautiful pussy in the world?" he teases, gaze on hers as he continues trailing kisses along her upper thigh. "that right is it? you're not gonna let me see it?" he nips the skin there gently, tongue smoothing over the same space a moment later. "do i need to rip these panties right off you do i, darling?"

simone rolled her eyes, trying to refrain from letting herself be heard from her husband's phone. she knew arthur was busy, she married him knowing so, but even her patience was running low. "your face is almost buried between my legs and your phone is still in your hands?" she mused, leaning forward. still, she felt like putty in his hands now with his attention back to her. "hmm, i'm not sure your sorry get's accepted. i don't know if you even deserve to see my pussy." she made no move to pull them aside. she fought hard against it but a smirk fell on her lips.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 … maverick & isabelle ( @vicedmuses )

she looks like the cat that got the cream as she sits at their island table, cup of tea delicately placed in her hand as she waits for him to get home. there had been a time when she first met him where she'd been concerned about him being a cop, her own line of work hardly aligning with the usual ideals off a man in uniform. she'd married him when she realized just how alike they really were, both willing to bend the rules to suit them. her smile widens when she hears the door open, turning to face him. "did you get my gift, darling?" she hadn't been too thrilled when she'd stopped by his office for breakfast to find one of the stupid little interns flirting with her husband. it had only taken one call to have her dealt with, smugness settled in her chest at such a fact.

this afternoon might be the time i actually write the remaining character blurbs for my muse page lads

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.

she hasn't felt this safe in a long time. they had power to light their bunker, a security system that would keep the walls around them safe from the creatures that walked the streets outside. that feeling of freedom feels almost electric between, changing the very current of the air tonight. they're even standing far closer than they usually would, almost sharing breath and most certainly sharing the smoke that plumes between their lips. "i did. i only had one packet on me when the world went to shit. pretty sure i went through withdrawal when i finished it." the smile on her face is soft for him, leaning back against the wall as her chin tilts up slightly to take in the smile on his face. fingers brush against his own when she takes the cigarette back, inhaling deeply and damn near losing her breath entirely when his eyes drop to her mouth. she exhales smoke between them, her own gaze catching on his lips before flicking back up to his eyes, overly aware of how close they were. "stop looking at me like that."

it had taken several weeks to clear out the bunker, with several more to fix up the place. at that time, fox had nearly quit, thinking all this effort was of waste. but once the generators were hooked up, and fox watches as isabelle punches in the code for the door, he realizes that all that hard work had been for something. for once, he's able to let down his guard. "might not be, but this is as close to normal as we can get." a small smile appears beneath his greying beard at her excitement, watching as she wastes no time lighting it up and handing it over. fox hesitates for a second before he accepts the cigarette by taking it in between his fingers. he takes a long drag, savoring it, before exhaling out the smoke between them. "never thought i'd miss these so much." he states in a low voice before holding the cigarette up for her to take back. but his eyes are not on her own, but on her lips instead, watching as they part and the cigarette to be placed in between them.

"that hasn't really been my experience. you'd be surprised by how convincing my dick can be." he teased, chaffing against the idea of taking responsibility for what was inherently his fault. he sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he walks towards her, hands gripping her waist and squeezing gently. "look baby, i'd much rather be spending my night with you like we'd planned. but when work calls with a situation, it's that life and death shit that i gotta deal with."

“ you know, you can’t fuck your way out of situations like this. out of me being mad. ” word was delivered on bitter wave, one that crashed against her tongue and flooded her mouth with the accosting taste of the resentment she was bottling. ‘mad’ was an understatement, an almost comical one given her current state of mind. “ my one fucking free night in ages and you promised me we would go out… spend time together. but i guess i’m the dumb one for thinking you’d make good on that, huh. ”

he can't take his eyes off of her as she moves, throat straining against the bottle, a mess of white leaving her lips. and making him long to recreate the scene in another way. he's got an easy grin on his face, hand reaching across to take one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing and brushing his thumb across her nipple. "that's a good fucking slut." he laughs, glances around at the circle of people, each one of them entranced by the woman giving them a show. he lets go of her hair when she pulls back, hand moving to gently hold her jaw and rub the drool from her chin, sliding down wet skin until he's brushing against her nipple again. "that right, is it? you can take more?" he reaches for the buckle of his belt, popping it open before sliding down his fly, eyes on her rather than all the people watching. "come here and show me." he takes his cock out of his pants, palming over it as he leans back in the chair.

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the way he praises her only manages to stimulate her further. a desperate, needy moan humming from her lips while her mouth was so full, the vibrations adding to the already fizzy mess she was creating. with her chest exposed, she arched her back, allowing for the show she was putting on to be all the more explicit. picking up her pace, she bobbed her head up and down, taking in the neck of the bottle, letting it plunge into the back of her throat while she looked up and made eye contact with anyone she could. there was warmth pooling between her thighs, the champagne mixed with her own spit began to slide down her chin, her throat, and down to her chest before he liquid hung from her erect nipples and dropped to the floor. "f-fuck." she gasped, pulling her mouth away, gasping for air and laughing as though she was high and far too aroused for her own good. the attention they had given her, the way they looked at her like she was something they needed to devour right there, was driving her wild. "told you i could take it all. hell, i bet i can take even more."

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she feels like an imbecile merely standing there staring at him, robbed of words. what had occurred between them had long since ended, him shooting the final blow when he walked away and left her heart in tattered pieces. despite that, she always thought she would have the comfort f his presence in the castle at least, knowledge that she could walk down a hall and catch sight of them, that she could stroll in the gardens with their son while noah was nearby just so they could spend some time together without suspicion. yet his words of leaving suck the very life from her, frown tugging at her lips. "you can't." she says lamely, shaking her head as she sucked in a deep breath. "please, noah, i - " she cuts herself off, stopping the words from passing her lips and making this all the more difficult for the both of them. "i don't want you to go. i know this is difficult, but to never see each other again? is that truly better?"

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plot: based on x

"I have spoken with the king, and he has agreed to my request. I will be leaving in 2 days time." Noah had witnessed many horrific things as a knight. The nightmares of war haunted his dreams quite often. Even with those grisly memories, Noah carried on with his head held high. If he could withstand all that weight on his shoulders, what was a little more? Perhaps falling in love with a woman he could not have? Maybe watching her bear his own child, only to claim it belongs to another? One man could only take so much. Noah had to escape this hell on Earth. With the King's permission, he was granted a new position, serving the King's brother. He would be moved to another castle, miles away from the one he was trying to flee from. Before his departure, Noah wished to tie up any loose ends. Although he had ended the affair with the mother of his child some time ago, she still staked claim on his heart. Leaving without telling her goodbye felt too cowardly. They had been through too much.

"You must understand.. I simply cannot continue to stand by and endure."