Vulgcrz - 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑.

“can you image reinviting all the guests we had the first time?” she shakes her head, all too amused at the idea. “i wonder if they’d get us another gift if we did it a second time.”

open to f .

          " shit,  i  think  your  mama'd  roll  over  in  her  grave  if  she  heard  you  say  that. "  ⸻  " it'd be  kinda  funny  though,  huh?  sayin'  vows  a  second  time. "

me while plotting: let’s do a slow burn thing with them!! just imagine the angst and the journey they go through before becoming a couple!! i’m so excited!!

me literally four fucking days later: so do u want me to write the starter for their wedding or do u wanna do it

she smiles down at his reaction to her touch, thumb brushing over the head of him again before she encircles her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking downwards towards the base. she moans at the way he plays with her tits, every brush of his fingers against her nipples making her sensitive and wetter against her thighs. "you're doing very well, my prince." she compliments, genuine as pleasure courses through her as he sucks on her, fingers working the other side and making her long for his cock to fill her. "and my name is selaena." she answers with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again as her hand continues to stroke his cock slowly. "do you want me to show you the other place to touch to prepare a woman for you? we are rather complicated, and making us wet enough before simply fucking us is important if you want her to enjoy herself."

Alastair stripped down fully, admiring her body with his eyes, desperate to touch her but uncertain as to where to start. His c^ck was standing proud, bucking against his stomach and already leaking from excitement. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, he hissed with arousal and sensitivity. “They’re so warm and full,” Alastair complimented her, massaging them with surprising skill. He may be a virgin, but he’d had flings where he’d felt up his partners. He’d also gotten his c^ck sucked a fair number of times, causing him to favor it during foreplay.

Instinctively, Alastair put his mouth to one of Selaena’s nipple, suckling and nibbling at it gently, using his hand to massage and twist her other nipple. “Am I doing well? And…what is your name?” He asked, blushing.

"and i think you're scared." she counters, unwelcome hurt trickling through her at his reaction. "is it really so bad that i kissed you?"

" i think you're confused. " he was far from the perfect guy you should get feelings involved with. " that's what i think. "

to dance on the line of danger had always been part of the appeal of being with him. she knew full well that if either of them were to ever be to careless and fuck up, it would be both their asses in a federal prison. but they were too good at this now, familiar with the steps to this dance that keep them moving. "perhaps if she'd been more subtle i would have. it's not as though you're not wearing a wedding ring." she rolls her eyes, still irritated by it even as she relaxes under his kiss. her teacup lifts to her mouth again, swallowing again before it's placed down as she stands, arms wrapping around his neck before he can get too far. "i'm never going to let that happen, you know that. bed's cold enough when you work night shifts as it is." she leans in, lips pressing against his to greet him properly before pulling back the most miniscule amount. "i did love who you chose to take the fall this time, though."

being with isabelle made his life impossible. or at least his work. one wrong move and someone ended up dead. it was bad enough that he couldn't bring the actual criminal in handcuffs either, because he slept in the same bed as her ever single night. so his day was longer. with one less intern and one new case opened up. finally, he was home after trying to pin it on a registered offender. someone, that as far as he knew, also had beef with his wife. all in a day's work. by the time he got home, he was tired. maverick glanced over at her, dropped his keys on the table, and sighed. "you can never leave well enough alone, can you?" still, he walked over to her and placed a kiss to the top of her head. "one of these days, they're going to try and pin all these murders on me."

PEDRO PASCAL AS JOEL MILLER The Last of Us, Season 2

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb , neighbours spouse, sibling in law, step-son/brother, just anyone she shouldn't be sleeping with. inspo in source.

lorna gasps as she’s bent over the counter, legs spread apart and panties pulled down her thighs. she knows full well that she deserved it after how she’s been acting all evening, brushing against them when she passed in the hallways, fingers trailing over their ass, holding their gaze in every conversation. “aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she murmurs, leaning back to clutch the back of their head and tug them into a kiss.

manny montana as rio ♠ 4.08 broken toys

she doesn't drop her hands away from his face even when the kiss break and he speaks, thumbs brushing gently over the stubble across his jaw. it's the softest that they've ever been with each other without question, peace and anxiety thrumming through her veins in equal measure. "i'm not asking you to suddenly dote on me. just stop fighting me all the damn time, gwaine. we didn't even need to fight now until you decided to take your anger out on me." she sighs heavily, shoulders dropping as her hands fall from his face only to rest on his chest instead. selaena had never wanted a marriage like this in the first place, she'd just been too blinded by her own anger to so much as give him a chance. "i don't know. i've never tried, and you've never let me close enough to." there had always been that wall placed between them, any chance of them moving forward thwarted by it. "you try not to hurt me, i'll try not to hurt you. that sounds like a decent start to me."

gwaine wasn't surprised that she kissed him, it was what she tended to do if he became worked up. it would always lead to them sleeping together and brushing off whatever argument they'd just had until it happened again. but this time he found himself opening his eyes in confusion. it was slow, and intense, less exploring him and more...intimate?

it did feel as though she was asking a lot of him though, how could he not resent. it's the only feeling he's been running on since their wedding. "i can't just wake up and dote on you like a loving husband," he felt possessive of her but he believed neither of their feelings could be classified as romantic, lustful for sure, and maybe if given a choice he'd have gotten to know her and choose to be with her, but that hadn't been their story.

"you think you can look at me and say you can accept all i am?" he knew he was an emotional man, he was told that all the time. "how do you expect us to change?"