Chris Hemsworth

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.

it's been a long time since he's been in such close proximity with another woman one on one. he keeps to himself, not engaging in romantic endeavours since the passing of his wife. yet something about being alone with her feels so forbidden, sets his nerves on edge and arousal coursing through him. "and just what would we be keeping a secret?" eyebrow quirks upwards, his cock twitching in his jeans at the mere touch of her hand against his cheek. he's entirely unprepared for a kiss, groaning when her lips touch his own and his mouth instinctively opens for her. he pulls back after a moment, staring at her as conflict rages within her. he sighs heavily, putting out the cigarette against the wall before fingers come into contact with the side of her neck. "you're fucking trouble." he tugs her in again, mouth sealing over hers as he presses their bodies together.

This man is certainly old enough to be her father but that has never stopped her before. If they were going to be stuck here for who knows how long she wanted to at least have a way to entertain herself. "Well that's why we keep it a secret silly," she teases playfully rolling her eyes as he takes the cigarette back from her. His next works make her grin as she leans in closer reaching to place hand on his face before she speaks. "I think you're perfect for me." She whispers before throwing caution to the wind leaning in to kiss him. The first thing she tastes is the smoke but there is a different kind of heat underneath it that she craves. That even though this shouldn't be happening all she wants is more from him.

Notting Hill (1999) dir. Roger Michell

there are mobsters in every seat around them, two strippers on the stage before them as their private room comes alive with debauchery. arthur takes in all that there is to behold, but especially what romee was about to do. what he had dared her to do, desperate to see just how far she was willing to go in public. his hand is gripped tight in her hair and upon the first pass of her mouth over the bottle neck, he can already feel hardness straining in his jeans. arthur keeps his grip on her hair, grinning at her as everybody cheers, guiding her head to take more and more of the bottle with each movement of his hand. "there's a good fucking girl." he quips, reaching forward with his free hand to tug her dress away from her tits, exposing them to everyone's gaze as he holds her head down over the bottle for a long moment.

setting ; based on this gif. can be at a private s.ex club, swingers club, private room at a strip club surrounded by a mob boss and associates, a work trip gone a little wild, anything! ( to note : if you'd rather request my a.na d.e a.rmas character or my e.lla p.urnell character for this starter lmk! )

status ; open to anyone!

She was drunk on attention long before the bubbles started to spill. The knife in her hand clinked against the neck of the champagne bottle - forcing a few cheers from those around her as the expensive liquor foamed and was ready to erupt. "Quiet, quiet!" Romee yelled, laughter escaping her while she bent over the table, hitting the bottle once more to cause an eruption of fizz. Adorned in next to nothing - with a fist full of her hair being held tight by one of the other patrons, she took the tip of the bottle into her mouth, her lips pursed tightly around it, cheeks sucking in. The other behind her helped guide her up and down the bottle, and with every forceful motion, she gagged and gasped - the foam bubbling out, drenching not just her but the floor beneath her as she continued to put on the show for everyone watching her.

"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 can't help but laugh at her, shaking his head. he's never met a woman so unwilling to admit her feelings for him, especially when things had progressed as far as they had between them. "what you've done for me? let's be clear, sweetheart; we did this for us. ain't nothing unequal about what we're doin' here." not now that they were on the road to a new life with the two of them as the focus, his former employers and her family a thing of the past. his fingers are gentle in her hair, tightening only at the first feel of her lips on him, groan filling the air. "fuck, holly. your mouth's heaven."

"Yeah but I know you have your work and other obligations, I understand that. Plus considering what I've done for you I won't be shy about speaking up when I feel like my needs aren't being met." Holly shrugged figuring she wouldn't need to do that often if at all. Although she was the one offering she still rolled her eyes playfully. The hand in her hair was encouraging as she moved to lean over the center console. "Trust me I'm looking forward to it." She responds happily before wrapping her lips around his cock gently beginning to bob her head to build a steady rhythm.

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?”

Pınar Deniz and Uraz Kaygılaroğlu in Aktris, episode 1.04

she goes willingly into his arms when he wraps her in the towel, hands resting gently against his chest. it's funny how violent the both of them are in their day to day lives, their hands covered in more blood than anyone would know, yet she always feels safe in his hold. "it's not that there are better options than you, baby. i just...i'd hate to look back on my twenties only to realize i wasted them not having fun and living life to the fullest. a real relationship just doesn't fit into that for me." but why did it feel like she was losing something even more special in exchange for that? his arms drop but hers don't, one of her hands sliding up to his cheek and brushing her thumb over it. "okay. you're gonna share a bed with me though, yeah? i'm not sleeping on your couch."

Now that she's cleaned up Benedict allows himself to admire her for all her beauty. Of course he wants her but what they want are two completely different things. As she reached for the towel he beats her to it and opens one to wrap her up in before pulling her close against him. "I do want you I just want you completely. Not just for hooking up or when you don't have better options, which are arguable in my opinion." He sneered knowing there weren't many men out there better than him. "You could have me every night if you would just not be such a brat. I mean I like you being a brat just not about being with me." He shrugs before letting her out of his arms. "Stay here tonight yeah? Just so I know you're okay. I'll grab some clothes for you to wear. They'll be mine though since you didn't leave any here when you left."

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