you bet your sorry ass i plan on coming back here!

i meant to post this yesterday !! these past couple of days have been work hell. with thanks.giving and bl.ack fri.day . . . i haven't had the energy to sit down and write. BUT i have tomorrow - thursday off so ill be here then. *blows kisses*

*blows kisses to the stars aka all of you* you’re all amazing and im so thankful to know you and love you and i hope your day is bright , tummies are full and glass never empty of alcohol cause lord knows our families are wild !!

im going to bed but not without saying that i love @graylit / @moonjeweled , @decthsentence , @aboutwinning , @empireworthy and @medicative with my whole heart.

why do people get so mad when i kill someone. they were gonna die anyway i just sped up the process

‘ are you trying to get us killed? ’

killed ?!  oh  ,  no  no  !  but  of  course  not  !  maniacal  laughter  passes  pink-hue  lips.  grip  tight  upon  the  steering  wheel  as  speeds  ESCALATE  past  eighty  six.  she  makes  no  moves  to  indicate  she'd  stop.  if  anything  ,  she  goes  faster.  eyes  fixated  upon  the  road  before  she  turns  to  look  at  harvey.      (      for  only  a  split  second  and  she  looks  back.      )      ❝  you  promised  to  always  LOVE  me  !  ❞  she  starts.  tears  ,  melting  away  make-up  as  black  mascara  falls  upon  sharpened  cheeks.      (      damn  ,  should've  worn  waterproof  !      )      ❝  here's  to  our  PROMISE  ,  harvey  !  ❞

question starters !!            accepting.

tonight  ,  a  man  will  LOOSE  his  life.       he  chokes       /       drowns  in  his  own  blood  as  he  cries  for  help.  but  no  one  listens  !       (       the  world  DOESN'T  care  unless  you're  pretty  or  white  !       )       but  eyes  darken  and  xara  watches  ,  leaning  down  with  a  BLADE  in  her  hand.  the  weapon  of  choice  !  ❝  see  ?  it  gets  better  over  time.  ❞  voice  sings  passed  pink  ,  glossed  lips  and  attention  would  have  stayed  on  her  VICTIM  had  his  eyes  not  focused  on  something  behind  her.  quickly  ,  her  heel  swings  and  she  turns. ❝  im  busy  .  .  .  can  i  help  you  ?  ❞  with  one  look  and  her  feelings  change.  he's  beautiful  !  she  can't  seem  to  remember  why  she  was  here  to  begin  with.

@legacybroke            sc.

hit  the  ♡  for  a  para  starter   !!

how adorable are you ?

tagged by: @moonjeweled tagging: @medicative , @legacybroke , @decthsentence , @excults and anyone who wants to!

she stands on her tiptoes, craning her neck to drag the tip of her tongue from dainty chin to plush, pink lips, lapping at the blood that pool from between them before kissing her soundly.

                    outstretched  palm  rests  upon  ezra's  bare  back.  warm  ,  CRIMSON  life  felt  against  fingertips  before  nails  dig  within  flesh.  it's  only  in  her  NATURE  to  be  cruel  to  those  she  loves      (      a  statement  only  ezra  could  understand.      )      but  a  HUNGER  resides  within            /            begging  to  feed  on  more  than  just  bone.  lips  upon  lips  and  slowly  her's  open  ,  sucking  upon  ezra's  tongue  to  TASTE  what's  left.  ❝  i  want  to  play.  ❞  her  voice  sings  as  she  speaks  and  free  hand  rests  softly  against  ezra's  stomach  before  slowly  she  ventures  upward  to  touch  what  was  hers.  pink-toned  breasts  are  taken  into  her  grasp  as  she  TIGHTLY  takes  hold  ,  ensuring  that  marks  would  be  left.

❝  mm            fuck  .  .  .   ❞ a  fire  ignites  and  without  WARNING  she  twists  ezra  around.  free  hand  quick  to  push  her  forward  with  the  wall  to  be  used  if  she  wished.      (      oh  ,  what  a  beautiful  sight  !      )      singular  fingertip  glides  along  her  spine  before  slowly  she  pushes  forward  as  well.  chest  against  back  and  she  whispers  to  her  neck.  ❝  .  .  .  you  want  to  play  too  ,  right  ?  ❞  there's  a  whine  to  her  tone  ;  showing  she  needed  her            /            wanted  her  !  it's  when  consent  was  given  did  she  get  on  her  knees.  ❝  show  yourself  to  me  ,  please  .  .  .  ❞  

any  moment  longer  and  she's  SURE  to  loose  it  !  but  patiently  she  waits.  like  a  good  girl  ;  she  watches.  ezra's  legs  pulled  apart  ,  thighs  taken  within  her  hand  as  she  does.  cunt  revealed  and  delicious  as  it  is  she  doesn't  give  in.       oh  ,  no  !       not  yet.  she  teases.  soft  kisses  here  ,  soft  kisses  there.  her  thigh  BRUISED  with  reddened  marks  as  she  sucks  and  bites.  tongue  trailing  upon  lips  but  never  on  clit.      (      i  want  you  to  squirm  !  i  want  you  to  BEG  !          )          ❝  look  how  wet  you  are  .  .  .  ❞  a  smile  is  seen  as  she  bites  her  lip  ,  eyes  then  meeting  ezra's  as  she  speaks.  fingertips  grazes  ,  lapping  up  cum  as  she  flicks  her  tongue  against  it  ,  tasting  her. ❝  i  wonder  how  long  i  can  tease  you  before  you  TAKE  what  you  want  ?   ❞

❛ tha’s one way t' solve the problem, i guess. ❜

chest  heaves            /            deep  breaths  given  as  blood  drips  from  pink  blushed  cheeks.      (      a  beautiful  and  poetic  vision  against  her  white  nightgown  when  crimson  falls  upon  silk.      )      but  visibly  she  SHAKES  and  axe  is  lowered  before  she  turns  to  face  ygritte.  ❝  and  now  it's  just  us  .  .  .  isn't  that  lovely  ?  ❞

evil within starters !!            accepting.

notice me , senpai !!

“     such   as?      ”    he  poses   in   redundancy.     he   knows   the   answer   could   be  anything   and    from   her   lips    (    full   and   delectable,    lacquered    with   her   sweet   honey   gloss,     but   sinful     ),    it   would   be   anything.      he   receives   his   answer   in   the   coquettish - nature   of   her   strut,     in     the    even  pace   of   her    heels,    and   in   the    bold    way    she   approaches   him,     l'homme   brut,    who   leers   from   his    corporate     throne   like   he’s    made   of   marble         but   statues   have    their   cracks,    their   rivets,    and   her   hands   find   them.      “     miss   lecroix.     ”      he   seethes,     hell   as    the   ichor   beneath   his   pale    flesh.     her    hair    drapes   over   the    plane  of   his   shoulder    and    when   he   feels   her   (     warm    )    breath   against   the   coarseness   of   his   stubble,     his    timbre   lessens.      “      listen   to   me    very    carefully.    ”     his   jaw   angles,    his    cold  and   calloused   hand   lifts   to    hold   her  chin!     “     you   and  i   aren’t   acquaintances.     we’re   not   friends.    you’re   not   an   employee   or   a   business   partner.     you’re   a   stranger   to    me     and   you’re   very,     very  lucky   you’re   pretty,    understand?        ”   

                      embrosyn   retreated   his   hand.      “     now   if   you’ll   excuse   me,    i’ve   got   patients    to   see.    hand   this   to    my   secretary   on   your   way   out                         ”       he   exhaled,     passing   her   a   simple   white  card,      “         tell   her   it’s   the   restaurant    where    i’m   meeting    the    president   of   concorde    for    dinner        tomorrow   night.      ”  

it's  a  switch      /        something  only  love  could  do.  heart  races  and  mind  goes  WILD.  unable  to  catch  the  thoughts  as  they  fly  but  oh  ,  does  she  try.  his  hand  upon  her  chin  and  she  can't  seem  to  think.      (      and  when  she  does  ;  only  HE  comes  to  mind  !      )      words  only  worsen  her  state.            PRETTY  ?            had  he  called  her  pretty  ?  but  of  course  he  did  !  she'd  ensured  to  look  her  best  ,  after  all.  money  spent  on  hair  and  clothes  she  didn't  need.  thankfully  ,  with  a  bottomless  account  and  NO  need  to  give  a  fuck.  happiness  passes  plump  lips  and  fingertips  reach  for  the  paper  as  she  nods.  ❝  of  course  .  .  .  i'd  do  anything  for  you.  ❞  statement  holds  truth  as  it's  said.  she  ,  having  no  problem  to  DESTROY  the  world      /      to  bestow  it  at  his  feet.  

and  of  COURSE  ,  it  makes  leaving  harder  but  it's  as  she  steps  away  does  she  realize  what  she's  given.  an  ADDRESS.  eyes  look  to  the  paper  in  hand  and  she  reads  it  before  lip  is  bitten  and  a  giggle  is  heard.      (      yes  ,  an  actual  giggle  escapes  her  !      )      ❝  you  have  a  wonderful  night  ,  doctor.  ❞  one  wink  and  she  turns  on  her  heels.  click.  click.  click.  and  the  door  is  closed  behind  her.  smile  is  replaced  with  a  frown  upon  seeing  his  secretary  and  she  makes  no  move  towards  her  as  the  white  card  is  tucked  within  her  pocket.      (      as  if  she'd  give  the  bitch  what  he'd  given  her  !      )      it  was  hers  !  hers  !  hers  !  

subtle  goodbye's  are  heard  and  she  whisks  away  to  her  car  /  awaiting  the  sun  to  set  and  the  moon  to  rise  to  reveal  herself  to  a  man  whom  she  ,  without  a  doubt  ,  could  not  WAIT  to  see.      (      if  only  hours  could  be  seconds  !      )