SarcasmPersonified

feel free to change any pronouns that need to be changed.     these sentences have been taken from various books   /   movies   /   websites to   ,   so i will not take full credit of it.

  ❛   i believe in long , slow , deep , soft , wet kisses that last three days.   ❜   

  ❛   you must forgive my lips… they find pleasure in the most unusual places.   ❜  

  ❛   you’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favour.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜  

  ❛   take me to bed or lose me forever.   ❜  

  ❛   i don’t bite, you know… unless it’s called for.   ❜  

  ❛   you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how.   ❜  

  ❛   your pants , they bother me. take them off !   ❜  

  ❛   how would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you , all of you. i want to feel you inside me , deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum , hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.   ❜  

  ❛   WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now , right here. hard , fast. pin me down , kiss me hard , look me in the eyes and fuck me like you’ve never fucked someone before.   ❜  

  ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i swear to god i won’t stop until you’re shaking.   ❜  

  ❛   tease me until i’m begging for it.   ❜  

  ❛   i wanna do bad things to you.   ❜  

  ❛   go ahead. touch it.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you inside me.   ❜  

  ❛   spank me. it’s the only way i learn.   ❜  

  ❛   push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me.   ❜  

  ❛   i love the way you fuck me.   ❜  

  ❛   i want to taste me on your fingers.   ❜  

  ❛   fuck  me on this floor right now, _____.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ?    ❜  

  ❛   your lips are like wine and i want to get drunk.   ❜  

  ❛   excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.   ❜  

  ❛   now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you to strap me down , fuck me hard and show me who’s in charge.   ❜  

  ❛   i won’t say it twice. strip down and get on your knees. right now !   ❜  

  ❛   feel my hand tighten around your throat as my cock slips inside you.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you in my bed and between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i’m not going to deny that i want to fuck you.   ❜  

  ❛   i’ll fuck you so good , for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin , my cock deep in your pussy.   ❜  

  ❛   now will you please sit on my face already ?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.   ❜  

  ❛   did you touch yourself ?   ❜  

  ❛   i never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.   ❜  

  ❛   don’t you dare touch yourself today. i want your orgasm and i plan on getting it later.   ❜  

  ❛   i’d like to lick your pussy / cock. i’d like to hear you scream my name.   ❜  

𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔶  𝔲𝔰𝔣𝔴  𝔤𝔦𝔣  𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔰  ; (𝔪/𝔣)

select a [number] and a letter , at random or at your own discretion , and i’ll write a smutty or sensual starter based off the gif for our muses.       + add “roulette! + (a number or letter)” for me to pick a gif at random.            ———  minors dni.

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“Oh I did not forget. But given that the key words there were ‘used to be’ I thought it a sore subject to bring up.” He mused with a wry smirk. He liked that she had a little fight in her. Tullus had always been drawn to opinionated and aggressive women. Of course normally such a disposition wasn’t born out of the knight participating in said woman’s capture, but so long as she held that fire within her, that’s all that truly mattered. Tullus necks both what remains of his glass and the glass his new bride had refused to consume herself. “Oh you mistake me, my darling wife. I don’t intend to consummate this marriage in the traditional sense.” He turns his back to her to place both glasses down, before his hands moved to his own garments. Tullus had to learn to equip himself in an instant and that skill was also transferred to the removing of one’s garments.

Mirelle watches him carefully following the revelation of a truth that she saw no use in keeping hidden from her King, she knew at some point he would hear rumors; whispers that probably would make the stories sound far greater than they actually were; the now Queen was smart, she knew at which lengths she would be allowed to go without compromising a future marriage, aiding herself with maids and ladies and waiting whom so eagerly pleased their princess.

Her brown eyes settled on him while her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he looked more like a man than a King, he still enjoyed the same carnal pleasures all common men did, but Mirelle wanted him to feel greater than common men did, Horatius was, after all, her King. Her gaze softened when she noticed on his expression that her touch pleased him, slowly moving down his length, tongue playing with his cock as she took more of him in.

There was something that was radiating between them. Something undeniable that he couldn’t quite place. Not yet at the very least. It wasn’t love. No, there was far too much between their families for that to come so swiftly. It wasn’t simple lust either. Horatius knew lust, had known it very well during his years in exile. More so in the eyes of others as they sought to take what they desired and everyone else be damned. This was something more. There was a tenderness that was forming, a connection. Perhaps in time he’d discover the word, but for now he was far more content to just go with the winds that were carrying him.

“I do… I do, my Queen.” This arrangement would only work with some respect. With some common ground. If she was to address him as her King, it was only just he address her in kind. “You care for me admirably.” He mused, feeling a hunger rising within him. A hunger he’d not truly allowed himself to indulge in for sometime, even before reclaiming the throne. “Allow me to care for you. It will make… it will make consummating our union all the better. I swear.” He repositioned himself so that he briefly rest upon his knees, encouraging her to rest upon her back. Gods above she is immaculate. 

One of the things that had made the transition so much more difficult was not being able to see Amice; the princess, now Queen, and her lady in waiting were more than just friends; Amice had been a guide in Mirelle's life, even if they were almost the same age Amice was much more knowledgeable than her; blessed to not be condemned to the same restraints that Mirelle's life was meant to comply. She had not only taught her about the life outside of the castle but she had also taught her how to navigate her relationships; she had taught her everything she knew about her own pleasure, all while complying with what was expected from the two, which was to take no man before they were wed.

When the King had allowed her to meet Amice for the afternoon the Queen couldn't be happier, it was probably the first real joy she'd experienced from her husband's actions since they were married; but Amice knew her too well; she knew that the Queen had needs that hadn't been met by her husband, for he was too busy on much more important matters.

They weren't fully undressed when the King walked in on them, but Amice's hand was beneath the Queen's dress, the sign was clear enough for them to hide what was going on between them, but the two women were more than surprised by his reaction, he did not seem mad but rather interested in the two. Which had led to the two women undressing to please their King, for as much as Mirelle was his Queen they still both served him.

His royal member continued to glide in and out of Amice at a steady pace. Perhaps this is what they’d needed. There was no small amount of chemistry discovered on their wedding night. Once the walls of bitterness broke down and they’d allowed one another to touch, hold and make love, they found they slipped together rather well. But it’s like those walls are built up once more the instance an evenings activities come to a close. Perhaps the royal couple are in need of someone just… guiding them through the process. For awhile at least.

“Mm I can see why you longed to see Amice, my Queen.” Horatius grunted, hand coming to rest over his wife’s breast, thumb gently grazing over her nipple, massaging the sensitive nub as best he could as he fucked her former lady in waiting. “Perhaps… perhaps I should inform my sister that you will be required by us on a somewhat more regular basis?” He couldn’t remove Amice from Rhea’s service completely. No, that would only bring suspicion over such a short turn around. But his sister is a capable young woman. She could go without her lady in waiting at least once a week.

It was hard to resist the urge to walk away and leave Ser Serena speaking with herself on the spot, but even Emmeline knew that there were limits to her antics, and that pushing too far might result in her sister's suffering, not only hers. "It was his allies who murdered his father." She corrected. "Your King did it himself because he wanted the pleasure to see them die by his sword." Her voice was sharper, loaded with hurt and hatred, she could not hide her emotions as well as her sister did, she never had.

“A difference without a distinction.” Serena mused. She wonders if Emmeline would be so quick to throw away any sense of anger and hatred if it had been Horatius’s allies that did in her family instead of the King himself. But she wasn’t here to have a debate. She’d leave such negotiations to her King, his hand and the rest of the diplomats that occupied the throne room. 

“I have a pair of suggestions.” Serena began to walk, motioning for Emmeline to follow her out into the courtyard a brief distance away from the room they’d occupied. “You clearly need an outlet for your anger. In my time I’ve found two means of releasing that particular emotion. One is sparring. Transferring your feelings into a blade.” Horatius likely wouldn’t be particularly fond of Emmeline becoming proficient with a weapon. But the reality of her becoming skilled enough to best him or any who served him was slight. 

" if you're only here for the weekend, we've got to make the most of it. " she hadn't ever pictured him slotting into her life like this, showing up in los angeles, and sweeping her off her feet. it was meant to be a one time thing, a fond memory to look back on. but as soon as she got her feet back on west coast soil, it was clear she couldn't stop thinking about him. so the invitation was extended and he accepted. and now, well, he's hers for the next few days. " we're not leaving my apartment. and your head already should be between my legs. i'm not wasting any time. "

His admission to wanting this too makes her more confident, legs tightening around his waist and hands moving more freely when he sets her down on one of the tables. Josephine's had drops to the side, lengthening her neck as Elijah kisses it, the feeling of him grinding against her core through their clothes brings out of a moan from her lips. "I want it too." She answered, almost pleading, the thought of him touching her made her burn hot. "I need to feel you." Her hands were already moving underneath his t-shirt, lifting it up to remove it, fingers touching his skin.

It was like something bigger had taken over her, like she needed to feel him touching her body and inside her with desperate want. When she had taken his t-shirt off of him Josephine's lips found his skin, kissing his exposed chest then seeking his lips again, hands to the side of his face and slowly moving down his abdomen until they were tugging at the buttons of his pants.

It would appear that they are of one mind. A dangerous thought that. Elijah has been of unified thought with preciously few people over the course of his existence. Even lovers he’d taken, few consumed him as quickly as Josephine had. Few illicit such need within him with such furore. But as he felt her free him from his top, feeling her lips against his body and the need he feels as he hands work to release him from his pants, it had Elijah completely disregard any caution he should continue to feel.

He gives himself over to this moment. 

“Nor I… and I’ve lived a hell of a life.” His hand gropes over her breasts, still clothed by her attire. In time he would see her fully exposed to him. Bask in the glory that is her undoubtedly immaculate body. A body he’d see preserved for all time. But tonight he is not a rational creature. Not  one that will afford himself the luxury of time. Tonight he wants what he wants and wants it now. And what he wants, is her. So he leaves her toros clothed. Hands moved to the buttons of her own pants and before long is pulling them down her thighs and tossing them over his shoulder. He aids her with his own. Though only allowing his pants to come down just enough to expose his thick member.

Blair motioned for him to follow her into the small outdoor seating area near the pool. "Well I was indeed going to ask about your past experience." She responded with laughter making herself comfortable on one of the couches and patting the spot next to her for him to sit down. "But I think that you don't need that much experience at all for this job, don't you?" Her eyes lingered a little too long over him, the youth of his face, the broad of his shoulders, the strength of his arms, Blair licked her lips for just a second before her eyes returned to his face.

“Well I’m experienced enough to know what I’m doing.” Jacob mused as he readily took the seat offered to him. Her lingering eyes not going unnoticed by him. Even subtle glances were often caught by the young man. Such looks had helped him uncover more secrets than anything else in his, admittedly young, career. But her gaze was not a subtle one. But then he has a feeling she’s not attempting to be. “But not so experienced that I dismiss exploration.” If they were talking about pool cleaning before, he feels they may have tipped over into a new topic now.

“Well you wouldn’t need to pay extra for that. But I won’t turn down the extra cash.” He mused. Her next question did raise a smirk out of him. Her husband hadn’t been so direct with Jacob. His request was simply that Jacob not disturb his wife, that she was a busy woman. But Jacob had spoken to others who’d worked for her husband, it would appear the man’s approach to new employees or those he hired varied. Some spoke of being directly told to steer clear of Blair, others weren’t instructed anything at all and then some got the treatment Jacob had which fell so where in the middle.