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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."

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? "

isabelle barely has time to react, sucking in a sharp breath muffled by his hand as she stills against the wall. half of her is so shocked by his closeness that she can’t register much else, unable to remember the last time she’d had another person’s body upon hers. not since before the world had turned to shit perhaps. she blinks twice, hearing the creaking a moment later and a familiar fear shocks up her spine. it’s not the first time fox has saved her ass and she doubts it’ll be the last, her breathing turning heavy under his palm even as a hand trails down towards the knife on her thigh. she flicks her gaze to the door to their left, reaching up with her free hand to remove his own from her mouth, holding onto his palm as she leads him towards the stairwell in the hopes of escape.

open to: f/m/nb.

plot: apocalypse setting (could be t.lou or de.ad ci.ty inspired, or we can make up our own world). your muse could be either a stranger or companion. bonus if your muse gets a lil flustered being pinned to a wall. age gap welcomed.

please read my rules beforehand + replies will be moved to a new post.

he's on them in an instant, almost from out of nowhere. a hand immediately flies up to cover their mouth before any sound could be made, while he uses the rest of his body to press them up against the nearest wall to prevent any movement that would otherwise give their positions away. his eyes, a cold and hard blue, remain intensely locked with theirs, silently ordering them to stop struggling and keep quiet. an agonizing few seconds pass before the faint creaking of floorboards follows the heavy shuffling of... something could be heard above their heads. and despite the multiple layers he has on, a chill makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. one wrong move, one single sound, and they could be swarmed in an instant.

there's almost a part of her that wants to ask him to just wait. wait for her to get this out of her system, wait for her to be able to give him back the love he was offering her on a silver platter. it's a stark reminder of the age difference between them, that maybe if they were just at the same point in their lives then this wouldn't even a conversation. "maybe i am. i just don't know, benny. i have to figure that out for myself." she shrugs, heart fluttering in her chest at the feel of his lips pressing into her palm. relief spreads through her at the knowledge that they would share a bed together at the very least. "and what about a kiss?" viv asks, thumb still softly stroking his cheek. "that's not sexual. it'd just be because i miss you, and you miss me."

Although he long preferred being on his own for so long, Viviana had come along and changed that mindset for him. Ironically she had no interest in being involved in a serious relationship. The only comforting fact was that it wasn't anything to do with him. Even if her reasoning was irritating. "And who says you can't do that with me? Maybe you're also missing out on being romanticized and smitten while also getting the best fucks of your life." He replied not caring how much he was teasing her right now with the romantic ideal. With a sigh he pressed his cheek into her palm more kissing it as he nodded his head. "Of course I'll share my bed with you. That wasn't an option either. You're just not getting my cock. Or anything else sexual."

the last thing she wanted was for him to follow her from the castle, the queen seeking the crisp night air as a reprieve from the roiling jealousy within her. she hated seeing others flirting with him, knowing damn well she couldn't do the same in public. "i'm fine, why don't you go back in the castle?

Open to anyone. Assume connections and f28+ if romantic. Also open to this being a period setting and if it is, he's a lord/ knight.

"Hey, hey...are you alright? What's up with you tonight? You've been acting strange," Liam panted slightly as he hurried up to the other who had made an excuse and left the house to go outside.

"that right?" he scoffs, shaking her head as sharp blue eyes raise to meet her own. "can't be the husband that you care about hurting, right? you wouldn't be fucking me if that was it. so what are you worried about, sweetheart?"

inspo from number two.

" you don't understand what's on the line here. " the brunette warned as she looked at the other. " i could lose it all — is that what you want? "

he's always been a selfish man. whenever he has something or someone who caught his eye, he would pursue it without ever pausing to consider whether or not she deserves it. when it came to holly though, he knew that he deserved her. that he'd changed because he met her, became a far better man to her than he ever planned on being. developed feelings for her that he wasn't sure he was capable of before he'd met her. a grin pulls his mouth wide when she finally agrees, nodding his head and raising a hand to brush her hair from her face, gripping her jaw gently a moment later. "yeah alright, doll, you take the reigns on this one. i don't care when we go as long as we go." he leans down, mouth covering her own in a hungry kiss, holding her jaw in place while his other hand presses against her lower back. "you must love me a whole bunch to want to run away with me, huh?"

This opportunity was something that Holly knew was rare and completely selfish. Yet at this point in her life she felt as if she had made decisions based on keeping everyone else happy. While no one did the same for her in return. Considering how dangerous it would be to run away with him she knew it would have to be done in secret. The only people she would feel guilt over leaving behind were her sisters and her parents, she had faith they would be fine though. Now she needed to do something for herself. With a deep breath she moved closer to Dante gently nodding her head. "Okay let's do this then. But I'm not just randomly leaving with you now. This weekend, my husband will be out of town. I'll send my kids somewhere gives me time to get my shit in order. If you really want me, you'll wait a few more days if it means having me all to yourself forever. Yeah?"

they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . f . girlfriend, wife, co-worker, fwb, step sister/daughter, .

“just get the fucking job done.” he snapped into the phone before hanging up, letting out a long sigh. his kind of business never ceased, even when he’d rather be curled up in bed with her. turning towards her, he flashed her a smile before brushing her hair out of her face, leaning in to kiss her. “sorry, babe.” he rolled onto his knees in front of her, finally spreading her thighs as he keeps his phone in hand, back in the position they’d been in before he’d answered his phone. “now pull your panties aside for me. i wanna see that pretty little pussy.”

"how sensible." she teased in return, though she could not me more different in that respect. her family has always had money, and she's never known better when it comes to worrying about it. he has her so relaxed now, the cuts on her body pink and fresh while the blood settles in the water. "do you not still want me?" she questions with more innocence than she possesses, becoming more sombre with every word that leaves his mouth. she'd been missing him more than she though she would, so used to bouncing from one person than to the next that it shocks her far more than her feelings for him had. she turns in the bath so that she can look at him properly, seriousness settling in her gaze. "i may not want a relationship, but i do still want you." she admits it before standing from the tub, water dripping from her as she steps out and reaches for a towel. "thank you, benny. i needed you tonight."

"You have a taste for luxury. I have a taste for not wasting resources." Benedict teased as he continued working the product through her hair before gently rinsing it off. Considering how well he knew her it was obvious she was already working to seduce him. "It's not going to work Viv," he clucks his tongue shaking his head as he moves to help cleaning the rest of her body not enjoying the sight of her soaking in bloody waters. "I know you too well. Perhaps if we were under different circumstances. Blood doesn't exactly turn me on. Especially when it's someone else's. Also, you know that's not what I want. So unless you've suddenly decided you want a relationship noting will be happening between us tonight. You're certainly staying the night though."