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me while plotting: let’s do a slow burn thing with them!! just imagine the angst and the journey they go through before becoming a couple!! i’m so excited!!
me literally four fucking days later: so do u want me to write the starter for their wedding or do u wanna do it
PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER The Last of Us | 1.01 “When You’re Lost in the Darkness”
"wow, that was so heartfelt. i really felt it down in my soul." sarcasm drenches from her tone, a hand pressed to her chest.
open to f
"I'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, I'm there. I owe you one."
she has to supress a grin at his answer, knowing then and there that her work would be easy. it always was with the inexperienced ones, the virginal ones that would tremble under her every touch. she nods once, thumb stroking over the head of his cock. "you can touch me anywhere you like, my prince. though if you want to know how to please your future bride, you should start by touching here." she takes his hand, sliding it up over her breast.
Alastair felt Selaena’s eyes on him as he stroked himself, moaning softly as he felt her feminine hand embrace on his hardened member. He ached for her lips to be on his coc.k, having been told that was a pleasurable experience.
Alastair kissed the escort back, holding her close and embracing her lovingly for a moment. “Never,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing at his confession. He looked her over, coc.k twitching at the majesty of the sight. “You’re incredible,” Alastair whispered softly.
“May I touch you?” He asked innocently, wanting her consent.
one hand tight in his own, the other clutched around her knife as they make their way down the stairs, her heartrate returning to normal with every stair they descend. the flush remains on her features though, more bothered than she'd like to be at his former closeness, the remnants of his body a whisper of a memory against her skin. she nods when they're in the clear, finally dropping his hand as the near the bottom floor of the building. "i'm fine. you just startled me, is all." she flicks her gaze around, making sure they were alone before she pushes the last door open, leading them into the street so they could head back to their shelter. "didn't realize you were waiting for an excuse to get close to me." she quips, smiling over her shoulder.
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there was no time to warn her; his body acting of its own accord with the need to protect by ensuring she keeps still and avoids many any noise. he'll apologize once they're safe, but until then, his hand remains over her mouth to stifle her breathing while he holds his own. just until the creaking of whatever creature passes over their heads. when she takes his hand, he doesn't think anything of it and clasps into it tightly as he follows after her towards the stairwell. once they've wound round and round down a few levels, fox helping her over the occasional piles of broken concrete, he finally speaks. "you alright?" his voice comes out soft and low and slightly muffled behind his mask.
"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.
"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."
"have a mug to show for it and everything." while he supports his daughter and baby mama financially, he can never be in their lives properly. it was the nature of his work, too dangerous for him to ever drag a family and kids into. he chuckles at her description of her own children, the understatement of the century when it came to those brats. he squeezing her waist, eyes alight when she describes how he makes her feel, how she deserves to feel when she's with a man. "threatening to slit my throat huh, ma? that's hot." he teases her, grinning even as he lowers his face to brush his nose against hers, hand raising to grip her jaw possessively. rough and soft mixed together just as it always was with him. "i'm gonna be fucking obsessed with you as long as you breathe, baby. there's not a day that i don't want you as it is. so fuck your husband and them kids. you're gonna be mine."
"Oh I'm sure you're father of the year," she retorted knowing it wasn't a fair statement but Holly was anything but in her right mind at the moment. "I'm sorry." She sighed closing her eyes trying to think of how she could make this work for them. "If we're going to be together I want us to be together. Not the kids, mine or yours. Kids just get in the way of things. Honestly such an inconvenience. Mine are just so un-fucking-grateful. Then you come along and it's like, someone is actually valuing me for once." Even her husband mainly saw her as a trophy or even worse someone to control. Holly sighed deeply before opening her eyes to meet his again. "So if we do this. If I agree to go with you, leave all this behind you swear to be as obsessed with me as you are now. Or I seriously might slit your throat in your sleep. Am I fucking clear Dante?"
he snorts at that, shaking his head in amusement that that's where her mind goes. "i just don't sleep with a shirt on is all. if it makes you uncomfortable though, i'm willing to suffer for you." it was unnerving how much he was willing to do for her in such a short amount of time. he'd not felt quite this strongly for another woman since his wife died, leaving that gaping hole in his heart. he's not so sure wen it started mending. he listens as she explains, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and gazing into her eyes as he nods his head once. "okay." he says it simply, sincerely. "i can give you time. a chance with you is worth it to me. i'm just sorry i put you in this position in the first place." he pulls back the covers on his side of the bed, sliding beneath them before settling on his back.
Just as she hangs up the phone she notices him already getting undressed which makes her laugh for some reason as she moves to lay in the bed. "If you think getting undressed in front of me is going to seduce me you're so wrong," she grins thinking of how she could torture him though during this trip. With a sigh she props herself on an elbow watching him. "Oh you wanted to get to know me for more than how to use my gallery as a front for illegal arms deals?" She laughs again shaking her head remembering everything that happened that first night between them. How naive she felt when she realized why he was actually in her gallery that night. "I'm not hiding behind anything by the way. If I really wanted to fuck with you I'd sleep naked. Tomas, it's just really hard for me to move past it. The last guy who wanted to get to know me ended up being a mistake too. I guess, I just need time? If you really want me as bad as you say you do then you'll be patient with me. I don't know what else to tell you."
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.
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.
"why do you think?" she shrugs simply, brow creasing with emotion.
inspo from this.
" why did you kiss me like that? " confusion spread across his face.
"she'll certainly never flirt with you again. not that i don't trust you, darling, i just don't like them thinking they can." she already knows what he's going to say in response, a quiet sigh pushing past her lips even as she smiles at him. "come on baby, it's been a decade since the incident. surely we can be more discreet by now." her brows furrow as his words truly sink in, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. "you know, you sounded a lot like our therapist with that 'working through my feelings' line." she teases gently, though while she knows the effect that she has on her husband, she knows how he feels about this. she's quiet for a moment, eyes lighting up with mischief a moment later. "what if we went for a quickie in the car and then came back? the windows are tinted, no one would see."
"She thinks she's untouchable I guess but I know you'll prove her wrong." Ross smirked knowing no one did revenge better than his wife. Before she even says a word he knows what she wants based on the way she's touching the back of his neck. Something that always turned him on yet considering their past he had a firm rule of not fucking at these kinds of events. "Sweetheart," he soothed with a firm tone as his hand rested on her waist. "I told you that we aren't doing that again. So we can either leave early or you can find a different way to work through these feelings besides sexually." He replied knowing she wouldn't like the answer yet he wasn't going to give into her demands in this situation.
"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 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."
open to: f !
“you know, you look real pretty when you’re mad. you’d look even prettier naked and mad, so how about you take off that dress?”
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.
“can you image reinviting all the guests we had the first time?” she shakes her head, all too amused at the idea. “i wonder if they’d get us another gift if we did it a second time.”
open to f .
" shit, i think your mama'd roll over in her grave if she heard you say that. " ⸻ " it'd be kinda funny though, huh? sayin' vows a second time. "
“and you know that no matter how many times you tell me that, i’m not gonna listen, right?”
open to females. based on this.
" it's late, you do know you don't have to stay as late as i do, right ? "
