"that Hasn't Really Been My Experience. You'd Be Surprised By How Convincing My Dick Can Be." He Teased,

when she'd first lost the last of her family when the outbreak hit, she felt lost as to where to go next. she'd had no one left to protect anymore, no one to care about except herself. then she'd come across him. damn near nearly slit his throat when they first met, trust forming slowly until she no longer reached for her knife in his presence anymore. now, every word he says to her seems to warm her, small smile curving her mouth as dark eyes find his. "i know. just as i wouldn't let anything happen to you." her tone mirrors his, the teasing weighted by the sincerity that lies beneath. her eyes light up at the concept of safety and sleep, shoulder warm from where he'd touched her. "we can both spend the entire night in the bed for once. no disrupted sleep." the realization sets in that it'll be their first time really sharing that bed, one of them always up on watch while the other rested.

perhaps it was the fact that she was the first person he had come across in literal months, or maybe it was that, at certain angles, she reminded him of the wife he once had before the world fell apart. regardless, where most people would be met with his icy stare and standoffish disposition, she is met only with a look of reverence from him, something of a small smile sitting on his lips beneath his greying beard. "i wouldn't let anything happen to you." although he meant it teasingly, a bit of sincerity warms his tone. eyes drift to their shoulders, in which he lightly leans in to nudge hers. "speaking of which... now that we've got those generators up and running, we'll be able to lock ourselves in behind those blast doors." he waves his hand dismissively. "no more night watch. we might both be able to get a somewhat decent sleep for once."

it had never been the plan to turn on her gang. it hadn't been the plan to fall in love with her target either, but she hadn't expected him to treat her as he has, or have a touch that left her longing for him whenever he wasn't around. it's why she had turned on them, betrayed all of them to join his ranks instead, assassin and lover. it's why she gets off on this, kneeling naked under the table with his cock in her mouth. she smirks around him, revelling in every touch of his hand in her hair. arabella gazes up at him, fingers gentle against his thighs as she bobs her head slowly, unable to help herself when it came to teasing him.

open to: f/m/nb (subs only, age gaps welcome)

muse: elijah seo, 39 year old crime boss

plot: elijah is a powerful man in the criminal underworld, after making a lover out of a member of a rival gang, he proudly displays them in a meeting with their old gang members.

possible connections: lover, affair partner

"i see, so you tried to kill me, and are now begging for my forgiveness because you couldn't handle the repercussions?" elijah questioned, his gazed flickering over the faces of the other men around the table as his hand absentmindedly carded through his lover's hair under the table. it was no secret what was going on, the table was made of glass after all, and his partners naked body kneeling between his legs on the floor was meant to be a statement. something that had once belonged to them, now willingly belonged to him. was sitting so obediently for him, keeping him in their mouth as he listened to the members of their old gang grovel for his forgiveness.

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? "

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.

"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.

with every passing moment between them her shock begins to fade and her anger takes the forefront, emerging deep within her at the knowledge that he had been alive all that time. years passed with him alive and not even bothering to send word of it. "around?" she scoffs, shaking her head. "i've not seen you for fifteen years and all you have to say for yourself is you were around?" her anger only flares when her eyes catch his, noting the same familiar look in his eyes that he used to use on her constantly. "you damn well better explain yourself to me. you owe me that much, charles." she'd been in love with him when he'd left, uncaring of the fact that he was going to be king one day if she could only steal one more kiss from him, one more lingering touch. she foolishly thought that one day they'd even marry, that she'd be deemed good enough for him. "and do not look at me like that. you don't have the right to."

she wasn't wrong, something terrible had happened to him, and in all technicality; he was dead. however, none of that could've prevented him from reaching out, apparently. but he was a beast, a monster that he still didn't quite understand and he'd always known he'd be damned all the more if he pulled her into the depths of depravity that his life had become. the man, who'd once been the heir to the throne, was now a monster whom needed blood to sustain him. he wasn't what she'd known, he wasn't what she could possibly fathom and if he cared about her, which he did, leaving her be was the best thing he could've done. still, he knows that the slap to his cheek is well deserved, the force enough to have his head flipping to the side. he laughs, breathless, the feeling of it far more enjoyable than he knows makes sense. his fingertips raise, gentle in stroking the cheek she'd inflicted the much needed pain against. "i've been...around," he admits then, looking back at her, with the same old look of adoration in his gaze. "hard to explain away not aging in a decade, don't you agree?"

Chris Hemsworth

"am i delusional or are you just too cocky for your own good?" he teases her in return, and while he still hopes that his company wins, he looks forward to watching her work. there was something about bossy women that turned him on, even more so when he reduced them into s submissive mess for him. his hands find the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head before leaning down to kiss her again. "you like sucking my cock, don't you baby?" he teases, groaning as he feels her hand on his dick. he starts to grow hard under her touch, one of his own hands snapping the clasp of her bra open, letting it fall before his hand covers one of her breasts, thumb brushing off her nipple. "i think you wanna show me just how much you like being on your knees for me."

"You know I adore your confidence even if it is somewhat delusional in this situation. Hate to break it to you baby but you've never seem me in my element," she whispered between kisses as her hands moved over his chest. While his lawyers were the best his money could buy she was more lethal than all of them. Although she didn't really care who won overall, she just wanted to win her own personal goal in this suit which was to make someone look stupid on the stand. "Honestly no matter who wins you're doing both those things. The bet is just fun, I enjoy sucking your dick too much for it to be a punishment." She teased reaching down to squeeze his cock. "I could show you now if you wanted? Or we could just go to bed and get our rest." She tased pushing away from him to walk back to their bed.

he doesn't know what he's doing with her, chalks it up perhaps to the fact that he hadn't done this in a long time and she just looks too damn good in her shirt and panties. his hands splay against her back as he kisses her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grunting into it when he hears her whine. logical thought goes out the window they're pressed again, consumed only with the thoughts of her tight little body and how good she is with her mouth. "fun, huh?" he goes when she presses him down on the couch, his hands skinning up her thighs to grip her hips, helping her grind on his hardening cock. "yeah, i think you might just be worth the trouble." his hands find the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up over her head and exhaling at the sight of her. "fucking beautiful." he bucks up against her pussy, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

As quickly as the kiss started it was over and Bea was left wanting for more when he pulled back. Even the way he sighs is attractive to her and it's difficult not to pull him in for another kiss. Something about the way he's looking at her though stop her from doing anything. Then when he calls her trouble she breaks out into a grin. While other people may think that was a bad thing she took it as a compliment. Before she can even reply they're kissing again and she presses her hands against his torso wanting to feel his body. A needy whine leaves her lips knowing this won't be enough. With her hands gripping his shirt she pulled him away from the window pushing him down onto the couch. "Maybe but I'm fun trouble," she grinned as she straddled him already grinding herself down against him. "You wanna see how much trouble I can be?"

Notting Hill (1999) dir. Roger Michell