Open To: f !

selaena tended to stay out of the political matters her brother involved himself in. she did not like war or conflict, she didn't like her brother's greed when it came to land, and she certainly didn't enjoy the great loss of life that came with that. she was a princess for the people, content to do her work with the least fortunate in their society. taking in her brother's enemy? certainly the most involved she's been with the crown in a long time. her eyes flash when she notices him trying to sit up, stepping forward and one of her hands gently pressing against his shoulder. "please, don't strain yourself on my account. you're not in any condition for that." her hand is warm when she removes it from his shoulder, gaze catching on his torso and swallowing thickly before she tugs the sheet back up for him. "you've been sleeping for four days time. you murmured a bit here and there, but i was sure you weren't aware of much when you did." she smiles softly at the sound of his stomach growling, turning to one of her servants to send for food before facing him again. "selaena. princess selaena. it's a pleasure to hear your voice, king valor." she holds her breath, waiting to see if he realizes who she was.

a form of a woman, beautiful and smooth-edged with dark hair && a curious look in her eye, materialized in the fuzzy center of valor’s vision. for a moment - a fleeting second, just a flash of it, he inhaled sharply. the king thought he recognized her. eyes lit up, but as he gazed with lips slightly agape, he realized that through the fog of his pounding temples, he couldn’t quite place her. couldn’t bring any true realization up, no memories to associate to her striking beauty, nor recollection of the sound of her voice. just a vague, nearly empty sense of having seen her before… like she’d leapt from a dream. perhaps that was all. he was imagining things in his weakened state. “ and just how long is a long time? “ he finally croaked out, unable to sit up fully, feeling how his whole body betrayed him as he tried to come to a stand as any gentleman would when a lady entered the room. she spoke with the refinement of at least upper nobility. and yet - despite whatever valiant effort he made to show his respects to his savior, valor was unable to do much more than twitch in the sheets, allowing them to drop lower down his bare body. heat burned embarrassment through his core, and he was once again betrayed as his stomach let out a furious growl in response. “ …i suppose i am. thank you, my lady... ah...? “

there are mobsters in every seat around them, two strippers on the stage before them as their private room comes alive with debauchery. arthur takes in all that there is to behold, but especially what romee was about to do. what he had dared her to do, desperate to see just how far she was willing to go in public. his hand is gripped tight in her hair and upon the first pass of her mouth over the bottle neck, he can already feel hardness straining in his jeans. arthur keeps his grip on her hair, grinning at her as everybody cheers, guiding her head to take more and more of the bottle with each movement of his hand. "there's a good fucking girl." he quips, reaching forward with his free hand to tug her dress away from her tits, exposing them to everyone's gaze as he holds her head down over the bottle for a long moment.

setting ; based on this gif. can be at a private s.ex club, swingers club, private room at a strip club surrounded by a mob boss and associates, a work trip gone a little wild, anything! ( to note : if you'd rather request my a.na d.e a.rmas character or my e.lla p.urnell character for this starter lmk! )

status ; open to anyone!

She was drunk on attention long before the bubbles started to spill. The knife in her hand clinked against the neck of the champagne bottle - forcing a few cheers from those around her as the expensive liquor foamed and was ready to erupt. "Quiet, quiet!" Romee yelled, laughter escaping her while she bent over the table, hitting the bottle once more to cause an eruption of fizz. Adorned in next to nothing - with a fist full of her hair being held tight by one of the other patrons, she took the tip of the bottle into her mouth, her lips pursed tightly around it, cheeks sucking in. The other behind her helped guide her up and down the bottle, and with every forceful motion, she gagged and gasped - the foam bubbling out, drenching not just her but the floor beneath her as she continued to put on the show for everyone watching her.

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he can hardly believe his eyes at the fact that he has her on top of him like this, so young and beautiful that it feels illicit to be doing this. thoughts of his friends and their anger goes out the window as the sight of her consumes him. he flicks his tongue over her nipple, swirling it around before sucking on her and then switching over to her other breast. his hands slide into her underwear then, gripping her ass and squeezing as he thrusts upwards into her clit. "same can be said for you. this body of yours is so gorgeous." he lifts his head then, groaning as he lifts his head to kiss her mouth, sucking on her lip. "you gonna just talk about it or are you gonna show me, sweetheart?"

As she sits herself onto him Bea can already feel his cock pressing against her cunt, eager to feel him inside of her. She laughed at his words before raising her arms allowing him to toss her shirt aside. The way Tomas's eyes move over her body she feels herself sigh as she continues to grind herself against him. While she was mainly doing this as a means to entertain herself he was proving to be an exciting lover. Bea can't help but groan with delight as he bucks into her before sucking on her nipple. "Fuck you really are so hot," she breathes wrapping around her arms to keep his head there as she continues grinding herself against him. "I am going to ride the fuck out of you. All you have to do is sit back and relax."

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.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb. can be a bf/gf/partner, fwb, or maybe someone she's targeting as she's an assassin.

a smile tugs on her face as her body moves, hands carding through her hair as she sways her hips. she hasn't done this since she was eighteen and fresh into the strip club, needing a way to make money and finding fun along the way. "i told you i could dance." she tells them over her shoulder, smiling as she bends down, fingers trailing down her legs before coming beack up to rub one hand over her pussy.

things had gotten so intense between the so quickly, but he had known upon meeting her that she was a woman he needed in his life. whether that was simply as a friend, a lover, or something more, he knew that whatever that pull was between them was something he needed in his life. preferably as his, but he would settle for whatever he could get. "fuck, harriet." he kisses along her jaw, face finding it's place in her neck and continuing to press kisses there. it's too intense to look her in the eye, the lust already creeping over him and making him thrust into her hand with a bit more intensity. he squeezes her nipple again before groping her entire breast, rocking forward as her words cause his orgasm to start to build. "you're killing me. so fucking perfect for me." the idea of getting to cum on her again mixed with the way she tugs at his hair and kisses his neck has him groaning her name in pleasure, cum spilling out onto her belly and over her hand.

If this would make Tomas content at least for the duration of this trip Harriet didn't mind. Not to mention that above her own emotional feelings her body craved him too. For now this was enough. His touch, his kiss and especially his voice. "Good," she whispered against his mouth allowing him to continue kissing her as she stroked his cock. "You're okay I won't judge." She replied knowing at times some men were self conscious about that but in this scenario it didn't matter. As if she would stop if it took longer. While she felt herself getting wet right now she wasn't going to indulge in that feeling, right now it was all about him. "You know I don't mind you making a mess on me," she grinned lightly pulling his hair again to expose his neck before leaning down suck at his skin not minding if she left a mark behind. Even if she wasn't completely his yet, Tomas was hers already.

“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. "

Mikey Madison in the Criterion Closet