𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . f . Girlfriend, Wife, Co-worker, Fwb,

he loved the way that she responded to him. she knew exactly what he liked to hear when it came to being in bed together, knowing that the key to her own pleasure was stroking his ego. "my woman. my pretty pussy." he presses a kiss t her inner thigh again, chuckling as she pushes his head back down, letting his breathe skim across her opening as he listens to her beg. he can feel his cock hardening further against the mattress, fingers digging into her thighs as he pulls her a little closer, mouth lowering down to run his tongue through her folds. "i'm gonna give it to you baby. gonna give you everything you need." he licks through her slit again before closing his lips around her clit, sucking softly.

There was nothing wrong with him being possessive, she loved it honestly. Yet he didn't need a picture of it to know how good it looked. Plus a photo wouldn't be as good as the real thing. "Yes baby all yours," she purred running her fingers through his hair. "I do I need it." She whined, faking it a little but giving him the encouragement he needed. When he popped his head up she smirked before forcing his head back down between her thighs so she could roll her eyes. "Please Arthur, I need it. I need you. Look at this pretty pussy... it's all yours to eat up as much as you like." While she wasn't completely pretending he knew he preferred it the more desperate she sounded for him.

it's been a long time since he's been in such close proximity with another woman one on one. he keeps to himself, not engaging in romantic endeavours since the passing of his wife. yet something about being alone with her feels so forbidden, sets his nerves on edge and arousal coursing through him. "and just what would we be keeping a secret?" eyebrow quirks upwards, his cock twitching in his jeans at the mere touch of her hand against his cheek. he's entirely unprepared for a kiss, groaning when her lips touch his own and his mouth instinctively opens for her. he pulls back after a moment, staring at her as conflict rages within her. he sighs heavily, putting out the cigarette against the wall before fingers come into contact with the side of her neck. "you're fucking trouble." he tugs her in again, mouth sealing over hers as he presses their bodies together.

This man is certainly old enough to be her father but that has never stopped her before. If they were going to be stuck here for who knows how long she wanted to at least have a way to entertain herself. "Well that's why we keep it a secret silly," she teases playfully rolling her eyes as he takes the cigarette back from her. His next works make her grin as she leans in closer reaching to place hand on his face before she speaks. "I think you're perfect for me." She whispers before throwing caution to the wind leaning in to kiss him. The first thing she tastes is the smoke but there is a different kind of heat underneath it that she craves. That even though this shouldn't be happening all she wants is more from him.

"you're a slut is what you are." he quips easily, that cocky smirk on his own face. they were two sides of the same coin when it came to their arrogance, though how much of an asshole he really was at least seemed to fade slightly when he was around her. "nothing concerning about you sucking my cock, val." the corner of his mouth quirks up, pinching her nipple and tugging gently as he kisses her back, releasing her so that she can get on her knees. he brushes her hair behind her ear before his hand settles on the back of her neck, wetting his lips as he smirks down at her. "that's right. you're gonna slick it up so i can fuck that tight cunt of yours hard and fast. that's what you want, isn't it?"

"I think the word you're looking for is horny. You're not delusional. I am very cocky and that makes you extremely horny." Valentina grinned enjoying their banter about something that honestly, neither of them cared about. Right now she just wanted to fuck him as usual. "I do enjoy sucking your cock very much, might be a little concerning actually." She sighs giving his dick another squeeze. A soft surprised gasp leaves her lips as he manages to quickly unclasp her bra. "Look at you." Val smiles tossing it away as she watches his hands work over her breasts. "I never thought you would ask." She whispers giving him a chaste kiss before sinking down to her knees reaching to undo his pants to get what she wants in return from him. "And I think you want me to get this cock nice and slick so you can fuck me good. Am I right?"

“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.”

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          " 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. "

"i still tell them there's no pussy prettier than yours. i just don't feel the need to let others see what's mine to prove it." he'd always been possessive to a fault, especially over the women that he'd dated. her especially with all their history and the fact that she was still someone that he could call his. the fact that she's holding her panties aside just for him has him growing hard against the mattress, his tongue lavishing where she's wet and open for him. "all mine." he murmured in response, mouth open against her clit as he kisses it softly, teasing her thoroughly. "yeah babe, do you need my mouth?" he teases, tongue continuing to caress where she's most sensitive, fingers gripping her thighs a little tighter as he looks up at her. "beg for me."

"Honey I just wouldn't be surprised you wanted to brag should you hear someone brag about seeing the prettiest pussy in the world." Veronica replied with a smile knowing he was obsessed with hers. The soft subtle moves he did before finally pulling her panties away made her melt with desire. When she's bare, she eagerly spreads her legs loving the look on his face when upon taking in the sight of her bare pussy just for him. "All for you baby." She hummed already pushing her fingers through his hair encouragingly. As his mouth started tasting her, she moaned softly losing herself to the pleasure. "Take care of it baby I need you." She whined wanting to give him as much praise as possible considering he was incredibly talented at eating her out.

sorry i have been so dead this week y'all, i've been so exhausted ??? and i sadly have a busy weekend which is super gross. i am gonna try and do some replies tonight though before bed and then hit up my ims over the weekend.

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

Elizabeth Hurley

the second her permission is murmured leaves a trail of heat over his skin, the knowledge that he could touch her again enough for now. he can't help but grope her then, feeling the weight of her breast in his palm before pinching at her nipple. his breathing turns heavy, free hand pulling her close as he starts to thrust into her palm, groaning without able to help himself. "trust me, i'm feeling plenty good, sweetheart." he murmurs, moaning into her mouth when she kisses him and chasing her lips when she stops, lips sealing back over hers and driven by his lust for her. "i'm not gonna last long, you feel fucking perfect." her want for him goes straight to his cock, hips continuing to rock into her hand as he grunts, gaze on hers. "i want you too, harriet. wanna make you feel good again."

Although she had no interest in an emotional connection with Tomas there was a strong physical desire on her end. Of course she had to limit herself to stop from leading him on. Right now though even the sound of him saying her name made her wet. Everything about him was just as she remembered from the night they shared together. Now though she could tell he wanted more than just sex which made this even better. "Yeah you're fine," she whispered back placing her other hand on the back of his head. Right now she was beyond tempted to kiss him but knew it would be too much. Tonight she would go to sleep wet but she was doing the right thing. "I want you to feel good." She whispered giving in and finally giving him a quick kiss. "I just want to get you off, show you how much I appreciate you." She whispered gazing into his eyes. "And to show I'm serious about wanting you."

she’s fucked. she knew that without a shadow of a doubt that she would have been better off leaving him to die where she’d found him, especially when she recognized who he was. king valor, the number one enemy territory that her brother had been trying to conquer and absorb into his own kingdom. she knew that by extension, valor was supposed to be her enemy too, that she should have handed him over to her own king and ended the fighting. but at the sight of him bleeding and helpless outside her estate? well, it had her swearing her staff to secrecy and having her healer look over him. she’s been anxiously awaiting him waking, stood on the balcony when she hears his voice and she hesitates before she walks inside. what if he recognized her as his enemy’s sister? what if he killed her for his own gain? but she swallows, entering the room anyway and reassuring herself that he was hardly a threat in his condition. “you’ve been sleeping a long time. are you hungry?”

status -> open to all 21+ muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural muses welcome, too! + canons if applicable but will be selective*

setting -> my muse, inspired by arthur from camelot lore, is the king of a small realm && has been severely injured in battle. your muse, perhaps not realizing that he is the king, has taken on the task of nursing him back to health && saving his life. bonus points if your muse is on the enemy's side, or maybe does know who he is && has other intentions, entirely utp!!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

i should be dead. it was the first thought that floated through the throbbing agony of king valor's mind, before the full force of the pain hit his body. bones, broken. flesh, torn. he last remembered the devastating swing of a sword- a blurred face with lifeless eyes as they swung to claim his own... valor startled fully awake. groaning as he sat up, nearly passing back out again as color dazzled in fractals of his vision, bile rising in his throat as his body screamed protest to movement. maybe i am dead. he shook, trying to focus on his breathing, eyes wild as they took in unfamiliar surroundings. valor looked down, noticing his clothes were gone. the royal crest, the weapons, the armor... exposed, vulnerable, with bruises blooming over so many surfaces. " hello? " the king croaked, realizing how dry his throat was, how he was too weak to stand. to fight, to run. fear flooded his veins like ice. " am i alone here? "