He Nods His Head At The Little Information She Has To Go Off, Thankful For The Fact That He Has Plenty

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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."

"yeah, you wouldn't mind doing that?" it touched her that he would even offer, knowing damn well that there were plenty of men out there too selfish to ever offer such a thing. not her ross though. him, she knew would always do what was right by her and their children. "i think it'll take a lot of pressure off of us so we can just enjoy each other. and enjoy you coming inside me over and over again." she grins to herself, stepping forward with the knife in hand as her soft smile for ross fades into a look of contempt for the man before them. "you keep flirting with me like that, honey, and i'm gonna have to fuck you in front of this piece of shit." she reaches forward to grip the whimpering man's jaw, forcing him to look her in the eye as she crouches down. "and you are going to go back to your employer and tell them exactly what we did to you." when the man lifts his hand onto the counter, she doesn't hesitate the stab her knife straight through his trigger finger. "i kill people just for flirting with my husband, what do you think i'm going to do to you, your family, and your employer's family if you so much as breathe near my children?"

The struggle of starting a family together was part of what broke their marriage long ago. Which is why Ross wanted to do things right this time and identify the true priority, each other. "You know I could always get a vasectomy? I wouldn't mind. I saw what you had to go through and let's be honest what's a few days recovery for me?" He shrugged knowing his pain tolerance was higher than most men anyways. Being shot once or twice helped build it up. "This way you don't have to do any birth control stuff and I get to come inside you whenever I want with low risk." There was a smirk on his face as she returned their focus to the task at hand. "You hear that buddy? She wants your trigger finger. Now hold it up or she'll take both." He smirked as she came closer. "Mrs. Strollo you look even sexier with that knife in your hand." He turned back to their guest who hadn't raised a hand yet. "You think I'm fucking kidding? Now show my wife your trigger finger."

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MADELAINE PETSCH AS CHERYL BLOSSOM | RIVERDALE 4.03

brass knuckles are clutched in her hand, every one of her punches landing with all the more force. the man before her is tied to the chair, ankles and wrists bound, duct tape hanging from his cheek from where he'd been gagged earlier. it was a rarity these days for her to get her hands bloody, even before she'd been pregnant with the twins, but this fuck had the audacity to threaten their family. brushing her hair away from her face, isabelle looks down at the man before scoffing, gaze turning to find ross'. "well, i was going to say it's your turn, but he passed out again. pussy." / @cherrysugcr

it's only when she feels at ease in the street that she finally sheathes her dagger back against her thigh, settling into quiet steps. she glances at the skyline, noting how low the sun was starting to get and noting that they'd taken longer than planned. "stop apologizing, it's fine." though it was endearing how earnest he was in his apology, like he had crossed some line she had never put into place. her smile widens as the tension breaks, cheeks still tinted scarlet from his touch as she looks sidelong at him. "is that right?" she teases him, letting her shoulder brush against his own. now that she's had the taste of touch again, she was unwilling to go so long without it anymore. "well that's comforting to know when we go to sleep tonight."

they were in the clear, with taking one last survey at the building they exited just to make certain they weren't being followed by whatever undead monstrosity was patrolling the upper levels. when isabelle speaks, he turns back around and watches as she takes the lead. "sorry," he apologies with a genuine tone before her added quip knocks whatever breath left in him as he lets out a soft laugh. now that she mentioned it, his hands have not stopped burning where he had felt her breath pressed up against his palm, or when she had taken his soon after. "guilty," he plays along as he catches up and falls into step with her "but hey, you finally gave me a reason — now i'm not letting you out of arm's reach."

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.

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?!"

"i still tell them there's no pussy prettier than yours. i just don't feel the need to let others see what's mine to prove it." he'd always been possessive to a fault, especially over the women that he'd dated. her especially with all their history and the fact that she was still someone that he could call his. the fact that she's holding her panties aside just for him has him growing hard against the mattress, his tongue lavishing where she's wet and open for him. "all mine." he murmured in response, mouth open against her clit as he kisses it softly, teasing her thoroughly. "yeah babe, do you need my mouth?" he teases, tongue continuing to caress where she's most sensitive, fingers gripping her thighs a little tighter as he looks up at her. "beg for me."

"Honey I just wouldn't be surprised you wanted to brag should you hear someone brag about seeing the prettiest pussy in the world." Veronica replied with a smile knowing he was obsessed with hers. The soft subtle moves he did before finally pulling her panties away made her melt with desire. When she's bare, she eagerly spreads her legs loving the look on his face when upon taking in the sight of her bare pussy just for him. "All for you baby." She hummed already pushing her fingers through his hair encouragingly. As his mouth started tasting her, she moaned softly losing herself to the pleasure. "Take care of it baby I need you." She whined wanting to give him as much praise as possible considering he was incredibly talented at eating her out.