#ft. isabella

[biinju]

                      “  eh,  si  no  funciona  es  porque  no  lo  has  deseado  lo  suficiente  ”  pone  la  hipotética  culpa  en  la  mujer.  no  es  más  que  devolver  la  broma,  pues  minju  es  la  primera  en  saber  que,  aunque  realmente  desees  que  algo  ocurra,  puede  que  el  universo  no  te  conceda  tu  deseo.  así  era  la  vida  misma.  “  así  que,  para  evitarlo,  puede  que  quieras  gritar  para  manifestarlo  en  existencia  junto  con  el  lanzamiento  del  globo.  Sólo  para  asegurarte,  claro.  ésas  son  las  reglas  ”  encoge  sus  hombros. 

la italiana observa el globo con una mezcla de sorpresa y curiosidad, inclinando la cabeza mientras sonríe ante la insistencia de su acompañante. nunca había sido de los deseos espontáneos, pero la escena tiene un toque divertido, por lo que tampoco iba a negarse. asiente, tomando el globo de sus manos con un destello de entusiasmo en sus ojos. ' más me vale que funcione. ' bromea, dejando que la idea de un simple deseo se cuele en su mente, aunque si era honesta, no creía mucho en ese tipo de cosas, pero tal vez había algo liberador en dejar que las cosas fueran simples, en lanzarse sin tener todo calculado.

[willowswriting]

for @itsrogersandco continued from here

"I don't think that I want to screw him anymore." Seleste admitted, voice low with her eyes looking to the ceiling as Isabella dabbed underneath them. There had been a time that Seleste had wanted to save this marriage against all odds but lately her husband had turned into someone that she could no longer stand. "But what options do I have Izzy?" she questioned "I have nothing without him." she spoke, tears starting to form once again where her friend had already dabbed the old ones away.

[tooswcctx]

closed: @fearhidden ( Isabella Herrera & Rhett Barlowe )

"You've got to be fucking - " Isa mumbled to herself as the line went dead, tossing her phone onto the couch in her dressing room only to see a figure appear in the doorway. "What? Can I help you with something or are you here to gloat?" It hadn't been the worst news she'd ever gotten but finding out he was becoming a series regular was far from good news in Isabella's book. More time spent with possibly the most frustrating man on the planet. Lucky her.

[plumbogs]

Isabella is in the red and refuses to roll wants that I can feasibly fill. I know you want another grandkid. Send more money to Bianca first. She fulfilled a want to call Romeo. There's no puppies for her to adopt and nobody is flirting with her. Maybe I'll send her on the town for a fling next round if things don't start looking up.

She chased this fucker off after he stole a newspaper only for him to ride the bus home with Beatrice and immediately steal a gnome. I forgot that he lost a fight with her and is out with a vengeance. They're still best friends, he's just a bastard.

Benedick is the second teen to befriend Melody after bringing her home, which is a major accomplishment because she's very shy and serious. I wanted to try to make Beatrice befriend her but she had work all evening. Benedick also has equal chemistry with Melody and Bottom both, which may become interesting. I want to pair his sister off with one of them but she's also incredibly shy and has obnoxious lofty turn-ons.

Bianca came over for chess again. She's always over for chess. She's never over to announce a new grandkid. I made Isabella send her 10k as a "please finish your house and adopt a kid so I don't die alone and depressed and pathetic" fund.

She made time at the very end of her day to right one of many of today's wrongs before almost passing out on the front lawn. The gnome is not worth it I promise. send one of the teens out to get it take a break

BELLA PLEASE COME BACK AND GET YOUR ASSHOLE SON I'M BEGGING YOU

[jawbrkrs]

𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  ,  words  always  seemed  inadequate  .  "  fine  ,  what  did  you  want  me  to  say  ?  that  I  hated  the  power  you  had  over  me  at  work  ?  that  i  thought  i  deserved  that  position  ?  "  all  the  things  that  would  have  for  sure  sent  their  relationship  into  a  tailspin  .  "  i  was  mad  at  the  situation  ,  but  never  at  you  .  "  he  growled  ,  frustration  lacing  his  voice  .  it  was  easier  said  now,  after  emotions  had  overflowed,  blurring  the  lines  between  work  life  and  home  life  .  "  but  I  got  over  it  ,  because  I  saw  you  were  perfect  for  the  job.  I  was  proud  even  ,  but  you  were  too  caught  up  to  even  see  that  .  so  maybe  a  form  of  resentment  did  eventually  come  into  play  .  "   the  truth  tumbled  from  his  lips  like  a  heavy  stone  ,  each  word  a  huff  of  pent-up  frustration  . her  words  ignited  a  fire  in  him,  and  he  seized  control,  his  hands  reaching  for  the  hem  of  his  shirt.  in  one  swift  motion,  it  was  over  his  head,  revealing  defined  muscles  tapering  into  a  narrow  waist.  His  lips  collided  with  hers,  breaking  away  only  briefly  before  returning  with  a  fervor,  while  his  hands  worked  to  rid  her  of  her  shirt  .  "  is  that  what  you  wanted  from  the  guy  in  the  bar  ?  to  fuck  you  ?  "  he  husked  against  her  mouth,  pulling  the  leather  belt  from  his  belt  loops.  He  could  already  feel  the  strain  against  his  zipper,  eager  for  release.  with  a  swift  motion,  he  spun  her  around,  his  hand  caressing  her  ass,  which  still  fit  perfectly  in  his  palm.  desire  darkened  his  eyes  as  he  guided  the  curve  of  her  ass  against  him,  the  slight  friction  eliciting  a  satisfied  grunt  .  no  longer  able  to  restrain  himself  ,  he  unzipped  his  pants  and  pulled  down  her  skirt  ,  pushing  her  upper  half  over  the  desk  as  his  body  followed  .  pink  lips  hovered  near  her  ear  ,  and  his  bulge  pressed  firmly  against  her  ass  .  large  hands  palmed  her  sex  ,  feeling  her  wetness  smear  on  his  palm  ,  to  smooth  it  over  his  tip,  lubing  it  with  her  arousal  as  the  head  of  his  cock  teased  her  entrance  .  "  how  bad  do  you  want  it  ?  "

"you vented every fucking day, oz. at that point it's just complaining, and half the time it was about jobs i'd sent you on or something else i was involved in." isabelle had tried to tell him back then how it had made her feel to hear him constantly unsatisfied with the life they were leading together. it had made her feel at fault for his unhappiness, like he blamed her for it. it's why she'd been in that bar that night, drowning herself in distraction when that man had come along and made her feel something close to the adoration that used to pierce her heart whenever oz looked at her. "if you hadn't been so indifferent towards me, perhaps i wouldn't have enjoyed it." she snapped, a wildfire in her eyes as she gazes up at him. she can see the grind in his jaw, the same annoyance in his demeanour that matched her own.

her annoyance begins to face as lace slides down her thighs, not making it all the way down and instead limiting her movement as it wrapped around her knees. her breath hitches, back arching before his fingers touch her and she gasps quietly, a soft moan following. it had been too long since she'd last felt his touch and the pleasure of it spears through her. they share breaths as her hands raise to grip at his arms, eyes widening at his admission. isabelle can't let the words pass her lips in return, instead releasing a moan at the feel of him against her clit. "oz." she mutters instead, hands sliding up to cup his face as her lips crash against his own, moan lost in his mouth as she begins riding his finger. "i want you to fuck me. bend me over and fuck me."

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Still at this damn hospital With: @cantfightmoonlight (Bella Rivas)

“How is Leyla?” Dilan blurted out the second that she saw Bella enter her hospital room. Clearly switching off with her previous visitor. “Is she okay? Is Ken still with her?” Dilan rambled on questioning quickly. Trying to pull herself up into a sitting position so she could get a better look at Bella. “Also I know now is not the best time, but did I see Luna at the party? And well after?” Dilan questioned, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her even though Luna wasn’t important to Dilan in the same way as Bella. “I just feel like my brain might have been playing tricks on me after everything that happened.” 

[ofcooke]

@rcyalbella asked: ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

a slight smile tugged at his lips. in moments like these, patrick cannot help himself from imagining a future with isabella — all the ways they would grow together, the life they could create together. it was a fruitless task, of course, for they did not have a future in the daylight. he was destined to be her secret. sometimes patrick preferred it that way, as he was not ready to lose everything he was risking by being with her. however, at this moment, he wished for something else, something more. perhaps it was selfish and it was certainly self-indulgent, but it did not stop him from wanting her. "i promise," the words leave him in a whisper as he leaned forward, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "there isn't a place on this earth i would rather be, dearest bella."

[fragmcntedsouls]

sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . (Cody & Bella)

cody matthews ✦ memes

There was a complete comfort that came from Bella’s action, Cody’s frame instantaneous to relax against her own -- his thoughts calming entirely. Lifting his hand, he rose it to toy with a strand of hair framing her face. “So -- not to be forward or anything, but is that a yes to another date?" he breathed, their lips inches from oneanother as his curved into a subtle smile.

@bellaxgarcia

[jawbrkrs]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐝𝐨 ?  say  sorry  for  the  millionth  time?  he  wondered,  what  was  left  for  him  to  offer?  no  matter  how  much  she  hated  him  ,  she  couldn't  hate  him  any  more  than  he  already  hated  himself.  "  to  be  fair  ,  it  wasn't  like  we  established  what  we  were.  "  he  countered.  but  the  bitter  truth  remained  –  he  had  shattered  her  trust  like  a  bullet  through  glass.  the  reflection  that  stared  back  at  him  was  a  specter  of  the  man  he  had  pledged  never  to  become  –  his  father,  the  man  who  had  abandoned  him  and  his  mother  when  he  was  five  years  old.  from  these  painful  roots,  nico  had  somehow  cultivated  a  garden  of  self-destruction,  ceasing  every  fruitful  opportunity  he  got,  to  destroy  anthing  good  for  him.  the  best  being  her..  "  better  than  what  ?  don't  act  like  you're  innocent  in  all  this.  "  he  lashed  out,  redirecting  the  blame  onto  her.  this  was  his  defense  mechanism,  his  plan  against  admitting  his  own  wrong  doings.  "  and  if  you  hate  me  so  much  ,  then  why  are  you  here?  hm?  "  he  threw  the  question  at  her  like  a  gauntlet.  despite  the  venom  curdling  in  his  voice  ,  the  desire  to  reach  out  remained,  but  he  was  at  least  smart  enough  to  know  when  a  dumb  idea  popped  into  his  head.   

isabella stood there, her hands trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak, staring at him with eyes that betrayed the storm raging within her. the words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable a dagger aimed at the shattered remains of her trust. "i'm not angry at you. i'm angry with myself for trusting you." the bitterness in her voice was palpable, thick with the weight of betrayal that hung heavy in the air between them. she had given him her heart, had laid bare her soul for him to see, only to have it trampled beneath the weight of his deceit. he stood before her, his expression a mask of regret and apology, but she refused to be swayed by his hollow words. how could she, when the wounds he had inflicted ran so deep, when the scars of his betrayal would forever mar the fragile tapestry of their love? "i thought you were different," she whispered, her voice barely more than a broken sigh. "i thought you were better than this." but there was no solace to be found in his excuses, no comfort in his apologies. the trust she had placed in him lay shattered at her feet, a cruel reminder of the naivety she had once mistaken for love. @jawbrkrs

[lilacrespite]

status : closed / ( @isabcllla ) location : at a photoshoot for a clothing brand

               napping   on   set   was   hardly   professional,   but   arlo   couldn't   care   less.   his   manager   had   to   physically   drag   him   out   of   bed   for   any   engagement   that   started   earlier   than   ten   am,   and   after   sitting   in   hair   and   make   up   for   two   hours   and   getting   styled   for   another   two,   all   he   wanted   was   to   back   to   sleep.   the   familiar,   unpleasant   sound   of   her   voice   was   the   last   thing   he   wanted   to   deal   with   at   the   moment.   ❝   nooooooooo,   no   no   no   no.   leave   me   alone.   ❞   he   whined,   turning   on   his   side   without   even   needing   to   confirm   it   was   isa   who   was   his   shoot   mate   for   the   day.   ❝   if   you   have   a   problem   with   what   i'm   wearing   take   it   up   with   the   stylist,   i   didn't   pick   it   out   this   time.   go   call   them   tasteless   or   brave,   i'm   just   here   because   i   have   to   be.   ❞

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Rose Tinted

With: @cantfightmoonlight​ (Bella Rivas)

Finishing up their mini photoshoot as Dilan grabbed her phone and purse, then headed towards their table that she’d reserved for the day. “God I love this place.” She smiled brightly, taking in everything that Rose Tinted has done for Valentine’s Day. Dropping her purse into the chair next to her at their table before she sat down and pulled out the pink envelope. “I need your advice as my best friend.” Handing over the envelope tentatively to Bella. “I’ve wrote about 14 of these so if this one is lame at this point I’m just letting you write it or you know just never giving one.” Reaching into her purse as she pulled out the box of cards that were unused and the 13 before that she’d attempted. “Also there’s extras there if you’d like to write one.” Picking out a blank one and holding it up for Bella. “Unless you want to use Tony to sing, which is fair. Even tho I’m the better singer of us too, but I refuse to dress up as a baby.” Laughing at the thought of Tony’s costume, before she picked up her menu and looked over it. “That is unless you’re not sending anything? I mean I figured you would given how close you and Paloma seemed at White Elephant or did I read that all wrong?” 

[midnightscxre]

Madness that was covered by the beauty of the perky woman came rarely to the surface, and if it did -- those who witnessed the truth were slaughtered and carried that secret to the morgue by the next sunrise. Except for him -- man with the similar twisted taste and knife bathed in scarlet sin. " Your identity being discovered by another killer seems pretty sloppy to me. " Pushing buttons was Bella's hobby, and teasing a murderer really brought a heroine kind of high. Leaning over the table and shamelessly exposing the lush breasts straining the satin shirt, woman licked her plump cherry lips. " Actions speak louder than words do, and all I see is your mouth moving and producing more stories without anything to back them up with. "

William stayed silent and raised his brow at her words as he heard what she said. He had a signature style to take care of everyone who crossed against him. He made sure they never crossed him again. Not to mention there are those who he killed who were still innocent. Hearing her words, he chuckled softly before shaking his head at her. "I am not sloppy at all. I am much better at it. And I can assure you I am better at taking off clothes as well. More than you can imagine." He responded to her.

[ofcooke]

@rcyalbella asked: ❛ be good, and i'll let you fuck me. ❜

a response is on the tip of his tongue, but it never leaves his lips. he needed to bide his time, for they were playing a game of wills. as per usual. isabella's boldness had always intrigued him and despite the risk of their entanglement, kept him coming back to her. he moved closer toward her before pulling her close against him, turning her around so that her back pressed against his chest. a gentle hand brushed her hair behind her air before he leaned forward. "what is good for the spider is chaos for the fly." he whispered carefully into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "how would you have me behave, princess?"

[pendlng]

*    &    .    𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 ,    𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽  .

    *        “        .  .  .        ”        and    just    like    that  ,    her    palms    are    firmly    pressed    against    the    rough   green    carpet    ,    stopping    her    upper    body    from    eating    dust    in    the    classics    section  .    it    is    only    after    straightening    her    green   woolen    sweater    that    she    notices    the    girl    staring    at    her    :    concern    clearly    displayed  in    honey    brown    eyes  .        “        um    .  .  .    i  ‘  m    okay        ”        her    voice    comes    out    awkward    *  &    half    mumbled    .    a    rush    of    blood    colors    the    apples    of    her    cheeks  .        “        just    .  .  .    clumsy        ”   

*        starter    call    :        @arghent    

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @cantfightmoonlight​ (Isabella Rivas)

Where: The next day after White Elephant 

Dilan still felt like trash after the White Elephant game, which considering the fact she had been a horrible friend to Bella, it was time to do the right thing. To actually be the good friend that she claimed to be, clearly had overlooked every single sign. Carrying the little garlic vampire that she’d replaced with a new one that was a girl. As she stood outside Bella’s temporary home with it in her hands and waited for Bella to come out. “Hi,” Dilan waved softly. Walking up to her, she held out the little vampire to her best friend. “So I owe you an apology for not being there for you and not knowing you died. I sucked as a friend.” She apologized, looking at Bella sadly. “Can we talk about what happened if you would like?” Dilan offered. “Also can I just give you a hug? I think you need one right now.” 

[queenie-avenue]

This is a man's world, but she rules it.

💌 ⤻ THE MAFIA BOSS, VITTORIA COSTANZA ft. THE COVER

—> the devil wears prada.

⤻ reader is female (i really needed some delulu), kidnapping, typical mafia activities, toxic behaviour, posesseive and obsessive behaviour, mentions of misogyny, conversion therapy and homophobia, death, non-consensual kissing

notes: thank you to @ciaheyhimm for allowing me to use this character! isabella was originally a character from a mafia roleplay set in the 1940s to 50s. please go check that blog out, they are a historical blog and i believe that she is writing a book at the moment!

💌 ⤻ archives.

"Thank you for your help in locating down my dearest [y/n]." The woman in the shadows spoke. That accent, that strong accent and overbearing smell of perfume... you found yourself thinking of one single person that came to your mind. Even her heels, branded with her own fashion brand 'Costanza' confirmed to you who this person was.

"Of course, I am a bit disappointed that you — how do you say? — compromised their location and safety to me, even as their bodyguard." She spoke, your body still laying paralysed against the lush bed that Vittoria had no doubt prepared for you. Ribbons of the finest silk bound your hands together, even as the drug forced you to stay put. It seemed she wanted to be very very sure that you wouldn't escape her, again.

Even the dress you were wearing, it was designed by her. Her brand's ribbons were on your body, a mark of her.

Your Father had disapproved of your relationship, with both of you two being girls and all... but you hadn't expected her to go this far.

"I can't trust someone like that out of the field. Who knows, if someone offers you some money, if you'd spill the beans on this little stunt of mine." You heard something click, and your head snapped over, eyes widened.

Then a gunshot sounded, causing you to scream before a body slumped to the ground, blood bleeding out from the shadows.

"Ay, aye, my Belleza, you should have told me you were awake." Her hips swayed as she emerged from the shadows. Her beautiful crimson red dress showed off the body you loved so much.

"Vitta, what the hell." You muttered as your attempted to raise yourself out of bed, only to be held down by the drugs in your system and the silk ribbons restraining you.

Slowly, she stalked towards you, like you were a prey she was ready to kill and feast on. But then, she simply sits on the edge of 'your' bed and begins to undress herself, slipping her zipper down as it revealed a petticoat underneath, and a corset that held her curved body together like a contorted doll, laced too tightly. You were so happy to get her out of it at one point, but when she stripped this time, it was intimidating.

"Darling." She whispered as she leaned in to caress your cheek. "I had to." She smiled, and that smile was so wicked, like the demoness Lilith had come to life in front of you.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

When you first met Vittoria, it was at a gala. A gala meant to celebrate Vittoria Costanzo's newest fashion collection, based on something you didn't bother listening to. You dressed in whatever your Father wanted you to dress in, which was most of the time, dresses that appealed to the male gaze in hopes of finding you a catch of a husband he could give you away to.

"Ah... Mister [l/n], what a pleasure to meet you." The woman that approached you was stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair was tossed into victory curls, showing off her gorgeous neckline and strong collarbone. She was dressed head to toe in red, the colour of blood. Even her lips, so delicate and beautifully shaped, were stained in that perfect shade of crimson that seemed to draw in attention to her and only her. You wondered whether she had informed everyone that she was the only one allowed to wear red on that day.

"And who might this cute little lady be?" Little lady? You were about the same age as her.

"Ah, this is my daughter, I don't believe you've met." Grinned your Father as he pat you forward, introducing you to the woman.

"A pleasure to meet you." You curtsied quaintly.

Instead of returning the curtsey, Vittoria snatched your gloved hand and planted a kiss there. Like a gentleman would to a lady. The red lipstick stained your gloves, marking you as her own.

"The pleasure is all mine." Her eyes glinted and you felt your cheeks heat up, as if she could see right through you. "As much as I'd love to stay here and chat with the both of you, I have to go entertain the rest of my sponsors." Vittoria grinned charmingly, "I'm sure you understand, Mister [l/n]." She waved goodbye to the two of you and you swore you saw her wink in your direction.

Before you could compose yourself, you heard your father groan and gag. "I cannot believe a woman like her would dare show her face and intentions like that."

"What do you mean?" You turned to him. Your father was never a pleasant man, but he would never say something so outright.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned down. "That woman is rumoured to be queer." He spat out the word like it was the worst thing he could say. "Of course, a working woman would be something like that. She has no man in her life, so she wants to prey on innocent girls." Laughed your Father, which made you cringe.

"I will go get a cup of lemonade." You said to him as you flitted away like a butterfly as he went to talk to some other influential man.

Just as you picked out a drink, one of the waiters came over to you. "Madam Costanza has told me to deliver this message to you." You tilted your head as you looked at the tray he was carrying, a small card placed on it. You hesitantly took it and flipped it over, only reading it when you saw that no one was looking in your direction.

"That dress looks amazing on you. Perhaps if you come to my studio one of these days, I could design an even better dress for you." The card was sealed with a kiss from her red lipstick. Your gloved fingers smeared over the stain as you let out a sharp breath. The card wasn't signed, but you knew who had written it to tempt you.

Thus was the start of your affair with Vittoria Constanza, the most skilled fashion designer in Italy.

So how in the world did it end up this way? Your Father had figured out that you were having an affair with the lady and barred you from leaving your room, trying different forms of 'therapy' on you to convert you back into a normal woman. But nothing worked. He grew angrier day by day because of that. Not to mention, an illusive crime syndicate had decided to ruin his business with backstreet dealings. They exposed his tax fraud and more, which caused your Father to grow bankrupt and yet still, he did not allow you out of his grasp.

Then, that same mafia that ruined your family's business stormed your house. It was too obvious, not at all like the subtle actions the mafia normally acted out. It was chaotic and messy as they slaughtered any and all bodyguards that tried to fight back.

You felt strong arms behind you, force-feeding you some spill that you almost puked out. But the man simply shoved it in.

The last thing you saw was your Father's head being blown open by the a gun that Isabella held. She had pulled the trigger, and you screamed weakly before collapsing in the arms of the man.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Vittoria leaned over. "Are you feeling better? You've been out for a bit." She said in such a sweet tone, cooing at you like she had done when she cradled you in her arms inside of her fashion studio.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Vitta, Darling. Your Vittoria." She smiled. "Don't tell me those drugs changed your memory, my dear!" She chuckled. "I would have to kill the scientists that gave it to me."

"That's not what I meant!" You tried to get up, but you were restrained. Thank god the drug was starting to wear off, though, at least you could use your hands now. "You- you're part of the mafia." You said, terrified of the woman seated over you.

"Oh dear, I'm not just part of the mafia. When I join something, I make sure that I'm always at the top of it." Overconfidence dripped from her tongue as she rolled her eyes, "I rule the mafia. And I've taken you in to be a Queen by my side."

"Are you fucking crazy!" You yelled at her.

"Crazy in love, yes." She leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "I understand that you don't want to forgive me right now, but this is just a spat between lovers. You'll forgive me eventually." She smiled softly, pressing yet another kiss to your restrained form.

You weren't sure of what lay ahead this odd fate God had thrust you into but you were sure you would never forgive Vittoria.

"I love you." She whispered, pressing yet another kiss, this time to your forehead.

"In this world of shadows, you're the only light in my life. So I won't let you escape."