The Last Thing She Had Been Wanting When She Stepped Out For Some Air Was Some Company And Yet, The Gods

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 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.

he nods his head at the little information she has to go off, thankful for the fact that he has plenty of contacts good at hacking and tracking people down to try and find holly and her mystery man. "i'll look into it." he snorts when she punches the pillow, amused at her annoyance when it came to her sister's husband. he watches her carefully as she moves closer, eyes closing under her touch for a brief moment before opening them again, meeting her own as their foreheads press together. he sighs quietly, moving one of his hands up to hold her wrist gently. "i can't make you any promises, either. i don't know if i can find her or if she's gonna be in a good situation. i'll look though. i'll get all of my people on it." he turns his head to kiss her palm, heart softening at her confession. it's then that he presses away the pillow wall, arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her into his chest. "i really fucking want you, harriet. gonna keep showing you as much until it sticks."

Although it seems she has moved on from the conversation about her sister Harriet can't forget the last thing he said. "He was a criminal, that's all I know. She wouldn't tell me anything else. Frankly I didn't want to know. It was her personal business and the less I knew the less likely I was to tell her shitbag husband. Because I would have just to piss him off." She sighs punching one of the pillows before turning to face Tomas. Considering his attraction to her she knew this was total manipulation but when it came to Holly she would do anything to just know she was alive at this point. "Tomas," she started before reaching to take his face in her hands pressing their foreheads together. "If you find my sister and somehow find a way for me to see her in person," she sighs closing her eyes briefly. "I can't promise anything but it would mean the world to me." She feels her eyes fill with tears again just at the thought of seeing Holly. "It will definitely thaw my cold fucking heart though. Too many people have just left me - now I have issues and baggage. You really want all of that, because that's all of me."

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb , neighbours spouse, sibling in law, step-son/brother, just anyone she shouldn't be sleeping with. inspo in source.

lorna gasps as she’s bent over the counter, legs spread apart and panties pulled down her thighs. she knows full well that she deserved it after how she’s been acting all evening, brushing against them when she passed in the hallways, fingers trailing over their ass, holding their gaze in every conversation. “aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she murmurs, leaning back to clutch the back of their head and tug them into a kiss.

he comes to a stand still when his gaze falls upon joey, taking in the scene before him. in the time they’d been together, dante would say he knew his girlfriend fairly well. then again, she likely thought the same about him without knowing of the illicit dealings he partook in. “huh.” he says simply, the sight of blood hardly new to him and he sets the take out down on the register before approaching the body, giving it a nudge with his boot to make sure he was truly dead. “oh, i bet he did, darlin’. now, do you like taking care of these bodies yourself or can i let my boys handle it?” because from the way she spoke, he doubted this is the first time she’s killed.

open to: anyone muse: josephine 'joey' novak. pinterest. plot: your muse just found joey right after one of her murders. could be friends, lovers, whatever.

it was the first time she'd ever been caught red handed, literally. the man's blood had been running down her forearms, the gardening shears she'd used to cut his throat now tainted red. she could smell the iron, and a sick part of her revelled in it. she didn't panic when they found her, exhaustion taking over as the adrenaline began to calm down. she felt her actions were completely justified, the man cornering her and making her feel uncomfortable in her own shop was enough for her to move quickly. her chest heaved as she breathed, moving to turn on the hose so she could wash away the blood from her skin. "what? he had it coming, okay? don't look at me like that."

Michiel Huisman as Gunnar Rebel Moon – Part One: A Child of Fire (2023)

she's known for a long time now that he was her perfect partner in every way. from his patience with her back when they were young to indulging her in her every fantasy, there was not another man alive who she could ever want like she does him. lorna laughs under her breath, a moan punching out of her a moment later with a particularly hard thrust. "won't be the last time either. it's kind of hot to have other people watching us." she well and truly didn't mind an audience when it came to them, loving the fact that ray never seemed to care either. "i can't stay quiet when i have your cock inside me, baby. it fucks me so good and feels so thick." she praises him, whining and bucking her hips when he gets his fingers on her clit. "oh god." she mutters in between kisses, clinging onto the counter as she pants into his mouth. "always wet for you. gonna be even wetter when i cum for you."

Without question Ray knew that he was an extremely lucky man. There was nothing he took for granted. Including having a wife who was incredibly horny for him constantly. Of course he couldn't imagine ever denying her sex even if it was at risk of being caught. "As if it would be the first time," he laughed clinging to her hips as he continued thrusting himself into her. If people didn't already know about their voracious sexual appetite they would now. "Oh yeah baby they really are gonna know after tonight huh, you just love being fucked so good you can't stay quiet can ya?" He countered reaching a hand around her body so he could rub his fingers over her clit. "Such a wet pussy for me baby I love it," he groaned into another kiss eager to make her a complete mess.

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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?!"

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."