She Knows Damn Well That She Shouldn't Be Doing This With Hunter, But She's Never Really Been One To

there's an easy smile that settles on her face as he listens to his response, heart swelling. at every opportunity presented he had always stepped up and proved that he was perfect for her. "i think that the last time we tried so hard for kids it nearly destroyed us. and now we have these two perfect babies, our marriage is better than ever, and i don't want to jeopardize that. i don't want to try for any more babies. i don't want to go on birth control either though, so if i were to get pregnant again, great. but i couldn't be happier with what we have." her fingers curl against his neck, humming as they press close together. "fingers, ears, there are plenty of options. though i want his trigger finger gone." she steps back, eyes remaining only on ross as she leans against the bench, reaching for a knife. she runs a blade sharpener against it's edge as she watches him, satisfied smirk curving her lips as she listens to him threaten the swine that had threatened their family. "you're really sexy when you do that, mr. strollo."

"You know babe I don't wanna rule it out but I like to think we got really lucky with the babes. I mean, if we keep trying is it selfish to put yourself through that? I mean if you wanna try, we try. I just think we take this time to be the best damn parents we can for them." Although Ross would gladly give Isabelle all the children she wanted things didn't also work out how you wanted to them to. Which is why he was open to dedicating themselves to the twins. As the shitbag before them continues to groan with pain he eagerly pulled his wife closer by the hips pressing their bodies together. "Ok yeah we can do that. I mean people can live without a few fingers or teeth, we just might not be so kind about the process of removing them." Smirking at how the man before them started to plea about sparing him. With a sigh Ross pulled back to kneel before him reaching to take his banged up face in his hand forcing eye contact. "You agreed to come after my fucking kids. This isn't a negotiation. It's a punishment. Don't worry we'll leave enough so you can eat solid food and tell people about what happens with you fuck with the Rossi family. Now don't let me hear you bitch again or we'll do something to shut you up."

he squeezes her thigh, sliding his hand upwards to grip her jaw delicately as he turns his head to meet her gaze. "you're mine now. just mine. but that makes me yours too." he's not ready to admit the depth of his feelings for her, knows that the end of her marriage and leaving her children was still too fresh for her for them to delve into that. for now though, he's happy just enjoying the fun they were having. "yeah, darlin'. wanna feel that gorgeous mouth of yours." a grin spreads across his face, relief sliding down his spine at the feel of her unbuckling his jeans, her soft hand on his cock. his hand cards though into her hair, gripping just tight enough that it doesn't hurt as he encourages her forward. "hope you're ready to get that pussy pounded every day, ma. i'm gonna be having you every damn night."

Even the simple gesture of his hand on her thigh helped her relax even more with this life changing decision. All of this was going to be different but she had faith that Dante would keep his word. "Good because now I'm your complete responsibility. Of course I'll take care of you." She grinned reaching over to squeeze his thigh in return. "Oh yeah? Want a little road head?" She grinned turning herself towards him more not hesitate to undo his jeans reaching for his cock. Already she was wondering how she was going to fill her days. Not that she would mind going along with him for his business. At the same time she knew her main purpose of being with him was based on sex. Which wasn't all bad considering he was the best fuck she's had in a long time. "Looking forward to coming home and finding me ready for you? No more sneaking around either. Lots of possibilities."

this afternoon might be the time i actually write the remaining character blurbs for my muse page lads

she merely watches her for a few moments as he strokes hiself, her own hand trailing down to skim over the head of his cock, teasing him. selaena leans down over him, one hand cupping his face as she kisses him, smiling against his lips when she pulls back again. it wasn't often that she was hired for jobs like these, a thrill running through her at the prospect of teaching the crown prince. "have you ever seen a naked woman before?" she questions, sitting up to straddle him, entirely bare for his gaze.

@indiestarter // Open Starter with Crown Prince Alastair of Lunaruz Connection: Your muse is the one to teach Alastair how to please his future wife. Based on Shawn Mendes’s “Teach Me How To Love” Open To: F/NB

Alastair lay naked on the lavish, elegant bed he was given upon being declared Crown Prince of Lunaruz, having been given a natural, hypoallergenic lubricant and being instructed to stroke his gradually growing erection. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, growing more and more around at the prospects of pleasing the courtesan. He’d follow her every word, and become a masterful lover so he could please his future wife in bed from the wedding night onward.

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"gwaine, please." she pinches the bridge of her nose, her headache still niggling at her temples and this conversation being the last thing that she wanted to have. "i just wanted some air, to go for a walk in the gardens or something. i was always going to come back inside to you." she drops her hand from her face, glare focussed in him as she crosses her arms. "please, for once, don't make this a bigger deal than it needs to be. i'm not avoiding you, alright?"

"i didn't say you're a common whore," he said pushing himself at the wall. "but the fact you are everywhere besides next to your husband is making us the topic of rumors." he knew that she wasn't seeking anyone out, that much they could agree on. but he was so easily influenced by the words of others that it tended to rattle him to his core. "i heard what you said to him, those words were the reason i'm not angry with you."

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"you know, i was having a lovely lunch with my children before you summoned me." selaena teases gently, fingers gripping the skirts of her dress as she ascended towards the throne. she'd been enjoying her time in his kingdom so far after visiting from her own, there to celebrate his name day and solidify the alliance they'd formed between their kingdoms. she curtsies to him out of politeness rather than necessity, rising to her full height before raising a brow at him. "well that's rather ominous. what is it you wish to discuss?"

open to: f/m/nb potential connection: someone that's in his castle that he summoned to the throne room. could be another royal, servant, knight, someone he kidnapped/got in a peace treaty, t.boo connections welcomed muse: king julius [ 66 y/o king of his land. while at first he seemed to be a just ruler, with age he showed his true colors and began leading with an iron fist. cruel, wise, manipulative, confident ]

the throne was comfortable and even if it wasn't, the king was accustomed to it by now. he was almost certain that the chair had molded into his body. he had risen up to wear the crown when he was fourteen and never had to back down. thankfully. that was a long time. so sue him if he needed entertainment from time to time. "ahh good, you finally came." a small smile formed on his face when he saw the other enter. "i trust it that no one is waiting outside? what we have to talk about might not be suitable for all ears. you never know if there's a traitor nearby."

in many ways the two of hem were so the same. both of them had been forced into this marriage without having any say in the matter, both feeling trapped with a stranger that they were simply forced to spend every day beside. with every word out of his mouth she forms more of an understanding of her husband, and the fact that his feelings about their marriage so closely resembled her own. her eyes settled on his own, her hands reaching up to cup his face within them before she draws him down into a kiss. it's soft and slow, a stark contrast to the heated kisses that they usually share. she remains close to him even after pulling away. "i know neither of us wanted this and we'd have much rather had a say in our own lives. but i'm your wife, i don't sleep around with other men, and i can't even remember the last time i flirted with someone else. but we can't move forward and stop acting out unless we stop resenting each other for something that was neither of our faults."

love wouldn't be the word to describe what they had, he wasn't sure he even liked her in the beginning. but after all this time he was trying, at least as much as he had been willing to go. he'd stopped testing the boundaries he'd been playing at the start of this marriage. and he'd walked away away when he was feeling angry and unreasonable. but then she was just as stubborn as him, as she grabbed him, he took another breath and tried to think about what he'd say. "because i couldn't, because you're a reminder of my lack of choice. that i'm living in a lie. that i have no agency in my own life, that now i dedicate myself a to a woman i don't know- but i've been loyal and yet...what do i get out of it? i still have people talking, judging, and making us the gossip. do you know what they tell the new people in court? to watch out for us like i'm some kind of joke or theatre show?!"