"yeah, You Wouldn't Mind Doing That?" It Touched Her That He Would Even Offer, Knowing Damn Well That

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER The Last of Us | 1.01 “When You’re Lost in the Darkness”

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?”

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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!!

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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? "

"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."

Elizabeth Hurley

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."

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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?"

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."

she smiles down at his reaction to her touch, thumb brushing over the head of him again before she encircles her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking downwards towards the base. she moans at the way he plays with her tits, every brush of his fingers against her nipples making her sensitive and wetter against her thighs. "you're doing very well, my prince." she compliments, genuine as pleasure courses through her as he sucks on her, fingers working the other side and making her long for his cock to fill her. "and my name is selaena." she answers with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again as her hand continues to stroke his cock slowly. "do you want me to show you the other place to touch to prepare a woman for you? we are rather complicated, and making us wet enough before simply fucking us is important if you want her to enjoy herself."

Alastair stripped down fully, admiring her body with his eyes, desperate to touch her but uncertain as to where to start. His c^ck was standing proud, bucking against his stomach and already leaking from excitement. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, he hissed with arousal and sensitivity. “They’re so warm and full,” Alastair complimented her, massaging them with surprising skill. He may be a virgin, but he’d had flings where he’d felt up his partners. He’d also gotten his c^ck sucked a fair number of times, causing him to favor it during foreplay.

Instinctively, Alastair put his mouth to one of Selaena’s nipple, suckling and nibbling at it gently, using his hand to massage and twist her other nipple. “Am I doing well? And…what is your name?” He asked, blushing.

the second her permission is murmured leaves a trail of heat over his skin, the knowledge that he could touch her again enough for now. he can't help but grope her then, feeling the weight of her breast in his palm before pinching at her nipple. his breathing turns heavy, free hand pulling her close as he starts to thrust into her palm, groaning without able to help himself. "trust me, i'm feeling plenty good, sweetheart." he murmurs, moaning into her mouth when she kisses him and chasing her lips when she stops, lips sealing back over hers and driven by his lust for her. "i'm not gonna last long, you feel fucking perfect." her want for him goes straight to his cock, hips continuing to rock into her hand as he grunts, gaze on hers. "i want you too, harriet. wanna make you feel good again."

Although she had no interest in an emotional connection with Tomas there was a strong physical desire on her end. Of course she had to limit herself to stop from leading him on. Right now though even the sound of him saying her name made her wet. Everything about him was just as she remembered from the night they shared together. Now though she could tell he wanted more than just sex which made this even better. "Yeah you're fine," she whispered back placing her other hand on the back of his head. Right now she was beyond tempted to kiss him but knew it would be too much. Tonight she would go to sleep wet but she was doing the right thing. "I want you to feel good." She whispered giving in and finally giving him a quick kiss. "I just want to get you off, show you how much I appreciate you." She whispered gazing into his eyes. "And to show I'm serious about wanting you."