#ft. isabelle

[jawbrkrs]

"  what  the  hell  was  that  ?  I  thought  we  weren't  bringing  our  outside  lives  into  work  ?  "  𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 from  slapping  against  the  door  frame  behind  him.  his  broad  shoulder  only  expand  ,  stretching  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  to  its  limits  ,  palms  press  into  his  hips  ,  trying  to  restrain  the  frustration  threatening  to  erupt  from  his  voice.  "  if  there's  something  you  want  to  get  off  your  chest  then  by  all  means  spill  it.  " | @blvshed

[jawbrkrs]

𝒊𝒇  𝒉𝒆  𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅  do  it  all  over  again  he'd  still  and  would  always  choose  her  .  ironically  enough  before  her  ,  he  never  saw  himself  as  much  of  a  family  man  .   he  envisioned  a  life  peppered  with  affairs  and  perhaps  a  loyal  dog  to  curb  the  whisper  of  isolation  ...  but  that  all  changed  the  moment  she  walked  into  his  life  .  "  is  that  a  demand  ?  "  his  smirk  grew  ,  as  thick  fingers  continued  to  circle  her  clit  ,  his  mouth  against  her  pulse  point  ,  doing  everything  to  work  her  to  the  edge  .  no  matter  the  years  they’d  shared  ,  her  need  for  him  never  ceased  to  thrill  him  . her  words  wrapped  desire  around  his  already  bulging  cock  like  a  silk  ribbon  ,  pressing  against  his  joggers  aching  to  be  freed  .  "  let's  get  you  out  of  these  clothes  .  "  he  growled  against  her  skin  as  he  helped  unravel  the  layers  of  her  clothes  ,  giving  him  the  freedom  to  explore  worship  her  body  .  "  you're  absolutely  perfect . "  his  kisses  trailed  every  part  of  her  body  ,  down  her  stomach  ,  where  she  had  carried  three  of  their  children  .  he  coaxed  her  thighs  apart  ,  pulling  her  closer  ,  draping  her  legs  over  his  broad  shoulders  .  desire  pitted  the  pools  of  his  eyes  as  he  lowered  his  head  ,  becoming  a  worshipper  at  her  altar  ,  his  mouth  a  vessel  of  heat  sealed  over  her  clit  .  with  a  single  ,  decisive  motion  ,  he  tilted  his  head  ,  warm  tongue  swirling  around  her  hardened  bud  with  the  intent  to  unravel  her  , devastating  her  nerves  within  seconds  .

"i can think of a few things." she teases in return, drawing her glass to her lips and taking a small sip as she watched him undress. her breath catches in her throat at the sight of him without a shit, wetness gathering between her thighs as she lays in awe of how handsome he is. it surprises her still that out of every woman he could have, it was her that he'd chosen, her that gets to enjoy not only his beautiful physique, but the warmth of his love as well. setting her glass on the bedside, her hands cup his cheeks as her thighs splay around his hips, moaning softly at the feel of his lips on her skin and then on hers. "i'm never leaving you again." she promised against his mouth eyes boring into his before she draws his mouth to her own again, moaning into it at the feel of his fingers against her. "i couldn't survive it a second time. i need you with me, ozzy. just like i need you to keep touching me." her hips buck into his fingers as she whimpers, kissing him with all heat and tongue as if to drive her point home.

[envicd]

❛ can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? ❜ (Alcide & Isabelle Lightwood ) @seccndchances

"Sure thing, darlin." Alcide offers out his hand with a warm smile, hoping it would aide in their appearance of them being something more than just aquantinces. "I'd offer to knock their teeth in, but I reckon you don't want that." He briefly scans their surroundings, satisfied that he couldn't sense any imminent danger. "Need me to walk you someplace?"

[seriallcver]

continued from here ( @inquirics )

Sloane should have known that this was where the conversation was headed. She almost regretted even saying anything in the first place, but it wasn't like she could take it back now. "Why would I say it if I didn't mean it, Izzy?"

[gone-naitfall]

Looking at the stars, admiring from afar . . .

My girl, my girl, my girl

— you will be my world, my world, my world

for @gyofukuki / Isabel Magnolia

[heathmorgan]

the cold bricks of the alleyway offered a reluctant assistance as he slumped against it, his body crumpled in pain. the blood stained heath's shirt, the fabric clung to him, a macabre canvas revealing the severity of the injury. a crimson tapestry traced the contours of his body, stark against the fading hues of his once white shirt. a silhouette cut through the shadows, approaching - a woman. her eyes, a mix of concern and determination, fixed upon him.

"shhhh! what in tarnation ya fixin to do?" heath said, trying to contain the stranger. his breaths came in ragged gasps "hollerin' 'help, somebody' in a dark alley with me in the dead of night, don't sit right, now does it?" he admitted, unsuccessfully trying to get up. he groaned, glancing down, his hand now pressed tightly against the wound "if ya fixin' to stir up more trouble, mosey on out of here 'cause the last thin' i need is doctors or the cops sniffin' round"

Night time, anywhere in the city.

It had been a particularly bad day at work, having lost one of her favourite patients, one she had been caring for since she moved to New York City. It happened, she knew that. She also knew that it was out of her control but that didn't stop Isabelle from feeling sad about it. On her way home, she could've sworn she heard something in one of the alleyways. The woman knew New York could be dangerous, but it sounded like someone needed help and she couldn't just walk away from that. "Are you okay?" Isabelle asked, lowering herself quickly to the ground to try and access for injuries. "What happened?" A pause, and the familiar wetness of blood was felt on her hands. God, this lighting was so shit. "Help, somebody! I need a little light over here!"

[silkeared]

✷         closed  starter  for  @ichvrism :   [ isabelle ]

                location : potion & pentacle .

“fuck  …  shit  …  fuckshit.”  mei  had  never  cared  much  about  her  job.  if  there  was  one  thing  she  thought  she  was  semi - good  at  though,  outside  of  photography,  it  was  knowing  the  names  of  witchy  doohickeys  and  thingamabobs,  helping  the  more  clueless  wizards  —  the  beginners,  the  arcane  amateurs  —  navigate  the  store  and  find  exactly  what  they  wanted.  sunshine  had  been  long  awaited,  but  the  moment  the  rays  peeked  through  the  clouds  portum  had  gone  haywire  ;  nobody  knew  what  was  going  on  and,  somehow,  mei  was  still  expected  to  turn  up  every  day,  put  on  a  brave  face,  and  act  as  though  she  hadn’t  conjured  a  spectral  guinea - pig  that  was  currently  back  at  her  apartment  doing  laps  under  the  fridge.  her  power  was  uncontrollable.  it  was  seething,  it  had  a  mind  of  its  own.  the  moment  the  door  jingled  open  she  jumped,  and  in  one  whoosh  of  her  hand  had  sent  a  potion  bottle  flying  (  and  smashing  )  against  the  wall.  “ughh  …  ”  she  groaned  at  the  wreckage,  “there’s  no  way  i’m  staying  employed  until  the  end  of  the  day  at  this  point,  let  alone  the  week.” 

[humanoidalt]

Using popular lingo for this one...

Chat, how cooked am I?

[ii-naitfall]

You are precious to me. And this is not a secret. You are precious to me, evidently.

- Abdulsamad S. M.

[moved--naitfall]

@gyofukuki replied:

isa vc: beast levi emerges victorious!

Not a beast, Isabel. Wrong choice of words, Isabel.

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @theirdiaries ( isabel conklin & haley james scott )

belly loved the beach, and despite winding up in this place without her own say so, she happened to love that it was along the water. it reminded her of cousins in a way that she was loathe to admit with everything she had just been through. but the sand and salt water air it was the place she was happiest. she had music playing from her phone and she looked up when she heard noise, "sorry, i didn't think anybody else was out here at this hour. i can turn my music down. or off totally, if it's bothering you."

[dahliayoung]

closed starter for @isabelguzman who: dahlia young and isabel guzman where: chilled creamery

Dahlia pushed open the door to the Chilled Creamery, the familiar chime of the bell ringing out as she stepped inside. Immediately, she was hit by the sweet smell of various ice cream flavors and fresh waffle cones, which brought a smile to her face. The last few days had been so unbearably hot that this was the perfect afternoon treat, and she’d been craving their ice cream all week. As she stepped up to the counter, Dahlia’s eyes scanned the specials board landing on today’s intriguing new flavor: Blueberry Cheesecake. She moved to get in line when she recognized the person immediately in front of her. “Isabel?” Lia called out, unsure before she came to stand beside her friend. “Oh my god, hi! I haven’t seen you in a while!”

[dxllfaces]

{ closed for @achings0ul }

"god i wish you'd have thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you."

[stpdad]

dynamic. silas and isabel

ft. @ntamed

‘ where do you think you're going? did you change your mind already? ’ silas asks, his voice carrying a deceptive warmth as he comes closer towards the brunette. his imposing body does not move an inch away from the door, making it impossible for the girl to leave, even if she wanted to. they've talked about this night for far too long and the fact that she's even come to this cheap hotel room is proof enough that some part of her does want him to claim her body. he's not letting her walk out of this place without a positive pregnancy test. he leans closer, shameless about the the massive bulge in his pants before he wraps his thick arms around her waist, his hands gliding beneath her panties so he can grab handfuls of her ass. ‘ you said you wanted this, kid. i have the camera set up and everything, just for you ’ which was his idea. he wants something to remember the night he bred her.

[antihcroes]

open starter: state of grace open to: anyone

"love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right."

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @ardentghcst

the truth is, ivy doesn't have a valid reason to stop isabelle's date. she is doing it regardless, always prioritizing her own feelings and impulses over everything else. ivy briefly contemplates the possibility of feigning a cough and pleading her best friend to stay behind to care for her instead, but the act itself is too theatrical even for someone like her. "what if they're in their fifties and really creepy?" she argues, though it's most likely not going to be that way, but who knows what isabelle's parents are thinking, really? "you promised you'd go to the party with me." she weaponises her signature pout, then, pulling at her best friend's arm like a kid at the candy store whose requests are cruelly denied. "you can't just bail on me the last minute."