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verysmolnerd · 21 days

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You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

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lost-in-the-forest-again · 5 months

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Who is ready for a surreal and ✨Spicy✨ chapter of my Dark!Horvath fic??

#maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath #alfred molina #sorcerer's apprentice #spicy #fanfic #my writing

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myveryownfanfiction · 6 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @fangsandroses, @onedirectionlovers2014, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @writingkitten, @freddiefredfive, @verysmolnerd

warnings: swearing

I adjusted the wizard robes I was wearing, despite the looks and lecture from maxim. He was still in his suit and watching some cheesy Halloween cartoon while I manned the door. As the night went on, the kids got a bit older and the parents stopped coming to the door with them.

“Trick or treat!” A group of kids yelled as I answered the door. Smiling as I handed out candy, I complimented their costumes. I could see maxim looking over the back of the couch at me in the reflection in the window.

“are you a real wizard?” One of the kids asked. I laughed and held up my hand, wiggling my fingers.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” I said with a smile. The kids gasped and jumped back slightly as there were blue sparks from my fingertips. My eyes widened slightly but I kept smiling at the kids anyway.

“they’re a real wizard.” They whispered amongst themselves. “Can you do more?” Kneeling down at their level, I closed my hand before opening it and showing off my palm. Fireworks exploded and set off again, spelling out ‘happy Halloween’. The kids cheered and watched with rapt attention. When I snapped my fingers, a small flame danced over my fingertips. We all looked up when one of the parents called for the kids. I waved them off our step and closed the door. Checking the time, I locked the door as the last of the trick or treaters ran off into the night.

“thought you wanted nothing to do with tonight.” I teased as I sat down next to maxim, offering him the bowl of candy. Maxim smiled at me as he dug through the bowl.

“Wrong. I wanted nothing to do with that costume.” Maxim pointed out. “Besides they were kids.” He shrugged as he unwrapped the candy. I smiled at him.

“you probably made their night. I hope you know that.” I said as I put the candy bowl in front of us. Maxim shrugged again and threw his arm across the back of the couch. I settled in next to him.

“they probably won’t see anything like that ever again in their lives. And if they did try to tell someone, well…” he kissed my temple and squeezed my arm. “No one will believe them.” I laughed and cupped his chin, turning his head towards me for a kiss.

“So what?” I said. Maxim smiled at me. “Let them think it’s a Halloween miracle.” He nodded and kissed me again.

#Maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath fanfic #Maxim horvath fanfiction #Maxim horvath imagine #Alfred molina #Alfred Molina x reader #Alfred Molina fanfic #Alfred Molina fanfiction #Alfred Molina imagine

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 7 months

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It's a highway to hell but, oh the things we do for love - Masterlist

This fic is a Greek mythology au. This fic includes: betrayal, attempted human sacrifice, violence, choking, character death, cursing, forced marriage, mentions of nightmares, references to Greek mythology, enemies to lovers, and manipulation.

The fic title is a combination of two song titles. One of the song titles is Highway to Hell by AC/DC and the other song title is The Things We Do For Love by 10cc.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

#my writing #my fics #halloween 2023 #it's a highway to hell but oh the things we do for love #greek mythology au #the sorcerer’s apprentice au #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath/reader #maxim horvath #female reader #dave stutler #abagail williams #drake stone #hades!maxim horvath #hecate!abagail williams #thanatos!drake stone #charon!dave stutler #moodboard made by me on canva #credits to the original owners of the images and the template

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meganlpie · 10 months

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Nonsensical Soulmark

I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while even though this isn’t a character I typically write for, but as Ducky has recently decided she likes “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice”, I’ve been getting a lot of ideas for one Maxim Horvath. So here you go! *Familiar Characters are not mine!*

Story: In a world where you have your soulmate’s age on your skin until you meet them, you are puzzled by your own mark. Not a number. A question mark.

Warnings: Soulmate AU(surprise, surprise), angsty-ish. Open to writing a 2nd part. Not a normal fandom for me to write for.

Pairings: reader(written with fem! in mind, but no fem!pronouns were used), Maxim Horvath, Balthazar Blake x Veronica(mentioned), Dave Stutler.

When you reached a certain age, a number was supposed to appear on your skin. The number was supposedly the age your soulmate would be when you met them and it appeared in the first place your soulmate would touch your skin. The fact that your mark was on your wrist didn't faze you. What did bother you was the fact that your mark was…different. Instead of a number, you had a question mark glaring back up at you from your skin.

It made absolutely no sense. How could the universe NOT know how old your soulmate would be when you met them? Your best friend, Dave, had been lucky. He met his soulmate at the ripe old age of ten. Granted, that was a rough time for him, but he had recently reconnected with her and things seemed to be going well aside from his new friend, Balthazar.

You didn't care what Dave told everyone; that man was NOT his uncle. He wasn't your soulmate either. He had touched you, but it was the wrong wrist. Not that it mattered. You really didn't want for him to be your soulmate. He irritated you and he was most definitely not your type. You hoped your soulmate was nothing like Balthazar. And it seemed your hopes would be realized when you met him.

Dave had asked you take Tank for a walk since he had been so busy with Balthazar. You'd reluctantly agreed so now you were entering Dave's "secret lab" of sorts to pick up the canine. You froze on the spot when you saw Balthazar being pinned to one of Dave's contraptions by, seemingly nothing. Two other people looked up at you and for a moment, it felt like a never ending staring contest.

You completely ignored the Depeche Mode wannabe in favor of staring into the deep, dark eyes of the older gentlemen. Electricity crackled between you as you stared at one another. Then, as quickly as everything froze, chaos broke loose again.

The feeling of moving against your will made you nauseous. You couldn't even process the fact that you were floating through the air toward the older gentleman you'd been gazing at. As soon as you were close to him, he grabbed your wrist. His grip wasn't tight. Only tight enough you couldn't get away. Without thinking, your hand came up of its own free will and smacked him across the face.

His head whipped to the side and your eyes widened. You hadn't meant to do that. You weren't usually a violent person. But what surprised you more was that, as he turned back to you, something shimmered around his face. When the shimmering stopped you were greeted with sight of your name across his cheek. You gasped rather loudly as you registered that your felt like your wrist was on fire.

The man dropped your wrist and whatever had been holding you up suddenly let go, sending you to the floor. That didn't faze you however as you instantly picked your hand up to look at your wrist. Sure enough, in place of the ridiculous question mark, there was now a name. Maxim Horvath.

To your surprise, Balthazar began chuckling. You swung your eyes over to him for a moment. "Seems like your soulmark was right after all, wasn't it, Horvath?" The other gentleman, Maxim, glared at Balthazar with a venom you'd never seen before. The two of them continued a conversation that confused you. Something about a woman. As much as you didn't want it to hurt, it was clear Maxim wasn't happy about finding his soulmate.

The next thing you knew, Maxim and his crony were leaving. His dark eyes met your gaze for a brief moment before he left. If you hadn't known better, you could have sworn he looked guilty. Dave was at your side. "You okay?" You shook your head as tears began to fall. "No, David. I'm not freaking okay! All this time. All this time thinking the universe was against me and sure enough, I was right! I just met my soulmate and he wants NOTHING to do with me! Not to mention the weird crap that just happened right in front of me! When the hell were you going to tell me you went to Hogwarts, Dave?!" Dave laughed softly, shaking his head while Balthazar looked unimpressed.

"Horvath has been looking for you for a long time," Balthazar interjected, earning a glare from you. You really didn't like that man. "I'm sorry, did you see the way he looked at me?" Balthazar nodded.

"I did. His soulmark stopped making sense a long time ago for him so he set his sights on Veronica, a friend of us both and my soulmate. When Veronica inevitably chose me over him, Horvath's heart was broken. He tried every way possible to get rid of that soulmark because he didn't believe in destiny choosing for us, not when his heart yearned for another. But believe me when I say that Horvath needs you and he will come for you once he's had time to process. That's when we'll get the Grimhold."

"Balthazar, no. We're not using Y/N as bait." Your glare at the older man hardened even further. "You know what, no. I'm not doing this. At all. If he wants to ignore whatever screwed up fate we're dealing with, that's fine. I can handle the consequences. But I won't be part of some little game between you and he over some woman." With that, you turned on your heel to leave as your mind raced with thoughts of the dark-eyed gentleman that would likely never accept you as his soulmate.

(a/n: Maxim is probably one of my favorite Molina characters besides Otto and I really enjoyed writing this. The next fic will be either a Gotham or a Harry Potter fic.)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @sirkekselord @aikibriarrose @lady-of-lies @motleymoose @stories-by-shanna-p @esoltis280 @dark-angel-is-back @supernatural4life2022

#the sorcerer's apprentice #soulmate au #maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #kind of #maxim x reader

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papimolina · 1 year

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With the Stroke of a Brush

Maxim Horvath X F!Reader

Chapter 2, Complimentary colours

Continuation from Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit (18+)

WC: 2000

Soulmates, soul bonding, idiots in love, kissing, body painting, foreplay, smut, (a world where magic is normal)

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you sketched his features. You could feel his eyes boring into you, watching your every move. Glancing at him now and then, so you could compare with your painting, kept bringing you out in a hot blush.

"Are you always so easily flustered?" He asked, breaking the silence.

You hide your face behind your canvas.

"No. It's just the way you're staring at me"

"Admiring"

"Mm"

You peek out from the side of your canvas to meet his eyes again.

"I'm admiring. Not staring"

A big smile split your face as you look down at the floor, once again feeling the heat return to your face.

"You know, I find your blushing rather cute. I don't want you to hide it from me"

God! Does he want me to completely melt?!

He smiles warmly at you when you force yourself to fully move back, to allow him a full view of you.

"I-I think I'm almost finished" you whisper.

Switching paint brushes, you dip into the dark blue again. You flick the brush forward a few times, forming random blobs over your work.

"Do you have a favourite colour, Y/N?"

"Yes, orange. Why?"

"Do you think you could add some orange?"

You stop painting to look at him, willing him to explain.

"I'd like your orange to dance with my blue"

You felt your heart swell at his words. The heat that started on your face now spread over your whole body. Pulling your eyes off him, you move to pick up a clean brush. Once you'd mixed enough to form your favourite shade of orange, you hold your hand out beckoning him to you. Leaving his cane on the chair, he slowly makes his way towards you. Suddenly you felt nervous about letting him see your painting.

What if he doesn't like it?

Now standing beside you. You watched his eyes look over your painting but his expression was unreadable.

"Y/N...this is stunning" you let out the breath you'd been involuntarily holding.

"I'm glad that you see me in such a handsome light" he smiles down at you.

At a loss for words, you take his large hand in yours and place a kiss in the middle of his palm.

Now it was his turn to blush. You were glad that he was affected by you just as much as you were by him.

Putting the brush now coated with orange in his hand, you begin to lead his hand to the canvas but he doesn't let you.

"I don't want to ruin your work"

"You won't. I'll guide you"

You smile up at him as he let's you move his hand forward. With your hand still on top of his, you begin to move around letting the brush curve in a wavy pattern. Once you'd created almost flame-like strokes with the orange, you reach for the blue coated brush with your other hand and add some similar strokes around the orange. You take the brush from him and tap it forward lightly, creating some small orange dots to mingle with the large blue ones that were scattered over the suit.

"Is this close to what you wanted?"

When you're met with silence, you turn to see that he is no longer looking at the painting but at you. You smile, tilting your head slightly to get his attention. He smiles back and nods.

"Beautiful" he whispers, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

"You aren't even looking at it"

The mischief in his eyes stops you from giggling. He places his hands on your hips and fists your oversized painting shirt, pulling you slowly to him.

Only at that moment did you realise what you'd been wearing this whole time. While he was in a amazingly expensive looking suit, you were in your massive painting shirt which completely hid your shape and a pair of old leggings. You didn't feel attractive at all beside him and yet he still seemed to find you desirable.

Catching on to your thoughts, he brings a hand under your chin to lift your gaze away from his clothes and back to his eyes. He looks deep into your eyes for a few seconds, before leaning in to kiss you softly. His lips quickly find their way to your jaw and then down your neck, each kiss leaving a burning tingle on your skin from his beard. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his hands rub up your sides slowly, to eventually stop at the first button of your shirt. Placing one more kiss to your neck he lifts his head enough to look at you, asking for permission. You instantly nod.

"Please"

Your eagerness brings a dimpled smile to his face, making your heart skip for the millionth time. He starts undoing your shirt leaving a trail of kisses on every bit of new flesh he uncovers. Once he has your shirt and bra on the floor, you rub your hands up from his chest to his shoulders making his suit jacket slide down his arms. He drifts down from your neck to latch on to your breast, his hand coming up to fondle the other. Your hands glide through his hair, keeping him close to you. His wet mouth around you makes you moan which encourages him to start nipping around your chest. Forgetting your surroundings, you move back a little and knock your palette off the table causing paint to splat around your feet. The clatter makes him leave your breasts which you refrain from whining at. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion when he gets down on one knee and dips his index and middle finger in the blue paint now splattered on the floor. He looks at the paint on his fingers for a second before coming back up to you. Placing the tips of his painted fingers just under your chin, he leans in, your noses almost touching.

"It would be a shame to leave such a beautiful canvas untouched, don't you think?"

You gulp with anticipation as you nod in agreement. Your stunned silence makes him smirk.

"I want to hear you, sweetheart"

"Y-yes" you manage. "It would be a shame"

"I knew you would agree"

Without breaking eye contact with you, he let's his fingers glide down between your breasts and down over your stomach. You shiver as the paint cools your heated skin. Wanting to do the same for him, you hurriedly get him out of his shirt as he helps you out of what little clothes you have left on. Seconds later you're both finally bare to each other. He kisses you almost bruisingly as he tries to move you down to the floor with him but he stops when you part from him. Kneeling down, you pick up the fallen palette and lift it to him. He smiles at your commitment to his idea and places his whole hand in the paint this time. You reach for the orange, dipping both of your palms in. Your hands immediately fly to his chest, eager to finally squeeze the firm flesh. You hum in approval as you paint your way further down his stomach.

Having now coated his front in paint, you let him lay you down until your back hits the carpet. His clean hand goes down between your legs and rubs up your folds causing you to arch against him.

"Maxim" you moan, his eyes jump to yours.

"I can't be patient much longer"

He snickers as he continues to tease your clit, moving his painted hand up to rub your breast, worrying your nipple.

"P-please, Maxim! ... I'm on fire"

"I know, sweetheart" he kisses up your body and stops a breath away from your lips.

"So am I"

He crashes his parted lips to yours, allowing your tongues to play with each other. You feel his girthy shaft rub between your folds a few times until he aligns himself. Even though you were more than wet enough to accommodate him, you still felt a twang of discomfort as he starts to push his way in. When he eventually bottoms out, he lets you get used to the feeling before moving. His mouth kisses, licks and nips all around your chest and neck to distract you as he begins to pull out of you. The discomfort quickly gives way to pleasure when he thursts back in with a bit more force that makes you moan out. With your moans spurring him on, his thursts speed up, hitting you deeper, almost knocking the breath out of you. Your hands fist in his hair to bring him as close as possible to you.

"Agh, M-maxim...I..."

He bites down on your neck, his hips never stopping. That's all you need to go over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you. He slows his pace to savour the feeling of you contracting around him while smoothing his hands up your quivering thighs. Floating down from your high, you whisper.

"Use me"

He thursts hard once at your words, hitting your cervix making you moan his name. You watch as he runs a hand down your front, for his thumb to press down firmly on your clit. His shallow thrusts turns to forceful pumps, pushing against your cervix with every snap of his hips. With his thumb starting to roll on your clit you could already feel the heat pooling through you again. He pushes his face into the crook of your neck, wanting to hear your moans right next to his ear. His thursts become more erratic as he nears his end, his groans now directly in your ear was helping you reach your second. He could feel your nails beginning to dig into his back, hard enough to create crescent moon indents.

"Cum with me, Y/N"

You tugged at his hair as you came again, which pushed him to his own release. Most of his weight slumped on top of you while he spilled in inside of you; he tried to lift himself so he wouldn't crush you but you welcomed it. Taking him longer to come down than you, you embraced him until his breathing returned to normal. A minute or two later you felt his body lift from yours but his head didn't leave your neck.

"I love you, Y/N"

Your heart practically burst; turning your face into his, you place a lingering kiss on his temple.

"I love you, Maxim"

You felt him exhale deeply before he smiled against your skin, almost like he was worried that you didn't feel the same. Realising he was still inside of you, he removed himself and sat up to look into your eyes.

You smile at his redded face, moving some strands of hair off his sweaty forehead.

"I think I suit you" he smirks.

Eyeing down your body, you follow his gaze. You see he means his colour. Aswell as the trail of paint down your front, you notice large blue hand prints on your thigh and hip. You look up his body that was in a similar state. A smear of orange paint was dragged up his back and much smaller hand prints were dotted all over his chest. You giggle at the mess you're both in.

"You know, blue and orange do compliment each other"

His face lights up. "I know now"

Bringing you up with him, he sits back so you could sit in his lap. You thumb his dimpled cheeks as he smooths his hands up and down your bare back.

"That is what I wanted" he says, looking over your shoulder at the forgotten painting.

You stifle a laugh at the fact that this all started from him not answering your question. You rest your forehead against his, both of you closing your eyes in contentment.

"I'm glad you like it, Maxim"

#alfred molina #maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #fanfic #maxim horvath fanfiction #sorcerers apprentice

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itsthatbaddadbod · 1 year

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REGENCY AU! Courtesy, Charm, Compliance Chapter 9

18+ THIS IS A MATURE WORK

It’s the evening of Ms. Reid’s engagement party and she had a terrible secret to tell Horvath.

Ehehehe I don’t think you’re ready for this.

Tags: Maxim Horvath/Reader, Maxim Horvath, Alternate Universe - Regency, Eventual Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Teasing, What Are We, Porn With Plot, Light Angst, Watch Me make up regency history, Semi-Public Sex, Slow Burn, AFAB reader - Freeform, Horvath Is a Rat Bastard

#maxim horvath #horvath #alfred molina #the sorcerers apprentice #doc ock #enemies to lovers #maxim horvath x reader #pwp #regency au #fanfic #slow burn #otto octavius #sorcerers apprentice #jane austen #light angst

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writingsofhubris · 11 months

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"What did you just call me?" "My sweet, poor little meow meow." You stretched up, and pressed a kiss to his soft jaw. Whiskers grown through the day poked your soft lips, and you knew he'd need help with a shave in the morning. "A what?" Sure, you were tired, and sure Calling Maxim something you really should've have was always a bad idea...

Clouds are Rolling by on AO3 Maxim Horvath/Reader, 4.6k, Fucking Machines, Punishment

#ao3 #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath #x reader #bunny u #.w #rating: e

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plush4bunny · 4 months

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saving the best for the last date in @chrism02's 13th chapter about their whimsical multi-molina characters fic called "The Zodiac" is the suave dragon zodiac, Maxim Horvath 💙

#IM GONNA MISS THEM I SWEAR TO GOD #I WAS SO ATTACHED TO THIS FANFIC #alfred molina #maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #the sorcerer's apprentice #sorcerer's apprentice #fanart #character design #illustration #illustrator #digital sketch #artists on tumblr

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chrism02 · 5 months

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ADVENT CALENDAR - DAY 2

Tag list: @purplelupins @eroticaplush @unitedfandomsoftheworld

@reuripotte @randomfandomtrash28 @littlethief78

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@jembug28 @iobsessoverfictionalmen @benedicttcumberbabe

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#alfred molina #maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #sorcerer's apprentice #the sorcerer's apprentice #merlin era #advent calendar

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verysmolnerd · 1 month

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Just a small Drabble of Maxim Horvath

A small puff of smoke lingered in the doorway, Maxim knew it was there he just didn’t spare it a second glance. Just because they are young and developed faster than even you did, doesn’t mean he can just shower them with compliments.

You, however, weren’t having any of it.

You walked into the kitchen, hands crossed on your waist, “Maxim.” He froze while cutting up the lemons, “Yes dear?” He fluttered his eyelashes at you like he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Are you playing hard to get on your own child?” Your smile was teasing and aghast as if you couldn’t believe such a ridiculous -yet humorous- thing had just happened. “I can neither confirm nor deny this accusation,” he deflected your question in true Maxim manner; well, that’s to be expected because you knew what you were getting into when you married him.

“If that’s the case,” You turned to the puff of smoke, “Come in here, sweetheart.” The smoke quickly formed a child that doesn’t wield a focus, rather, their eyes glow a faint turquoise; the hint of green from your focus and blue from Maxim’s.

The child ran up to you, practically jumping in your arms as you showered the kid with affection. They laughed and clapped their small hands together. “Magic had inflicted this kid’s life before it even started, you do realize this, no?”

“Just because this bundle of joy can master magic before being able to tie their own shoes, doesn’t mean they won’t have doubts in the future. There will still be hurdles, and there will still be growing pains. I swear if it!”

“That will come with time, Dear," You walk closer to him because the bundle of joy is reaching for him, "Save the strict training for later, dear. For now, only hugs and kisses will be the priority.”

#maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #drabble #just a little something I was thinking about #Thought it would be fun to show it!

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lost-in-the-forest-again · 6 months

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Who’s ready for an angsty chapter of my Dark!Horvath fic?

#maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #sorcerer's apprentice #alfred molina #fanfic #my writing

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @verysmolnerd, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten

Warnings: character is thought dead, wounds,

I looked at battery park and whipped around in a circle. This was bad. Incredibly bad. My eyes settled on the hat hanging on the wrought iron fence. Reaching out, I gingerly took it down. Running my fingers over the brim, I cleared my mind. I felt a pulse go out and a gentle tug to my right. Turning that way, I followed the invisible thread. Each step echoed my pounding heart. My eyes widened when I stumbled to a stop. There he was. His jacket was still smoking slightly and from what I could see from the side of his face, he must have been in serious pain. But I couldn’t see his shoulders moving.

“No. No. No.” I whispered as I ran over to him. I gently turned him over. As I did, he grunted in pain. “Thank god.” Cradling his head, I closed my eyes and teleported us to my apartment.

“No.” Horvath groaned. I gently shushed him and slowly started to peel off his jacket.

“it’s alright.” I murmured. He relaxed under my touch on his chest. “I need to take these off to see the damage.” Horvath murmured something before seemingly passing out again. I sighed and peeled back his shirt. I gasped and my eyes flew to his face. When he didn’t move, my eyes were drawn back to his chest. Bright red lines ran across the broad expanse, crisscrossing before running onto his back. The damage to the side of his face made sense now. He had been hit with an electrical blast of some sort. “Oh my god.” I whispered as I spread my fingers out, hovering my hand over his chest and letting my magic flow over him.

“Veronica.” He mumbled as I started to heal some of the surface wounds. “How is veronica?” My eyes jumped to his face. Horvath was watching me, barely awake.

“she’s safe. Balthazaar was able to draw Morgana out. The prime merlinian destroyed her.” I said as my hand moved over his stomach. “What happened to you?” Horvath closed his eyes as I worked through a particularly nasty wound.

“Tesla coil.” My eyes widened and I reached out for his hand. Horvath held onto it as I finally healed the wound on his face. He squeezed my hand to work through the pain.

“I’m sorry.” I looked at him sympathetically as I squeezed his hand. “I have to put you to sleep for this next part.” Horvath nodded.

“first, tell me. Who are you?” I smiled at him.

“I’m the prime morganian. But you can call me (Y/N).” I passed my hand over his face and put him to sleep.

it was a few days later that he woke up. Horvath woke with a start as I was making myself dinner. I looked up at his gasp and put my sauce on simmer. I slowly walked into my living room, making my way to the couch.

“Horvath?” I asked softly. His head jerked towards me and I held my hands up. “How are you feeling?” He looked down at himself and back at me.

“what happened?” I nodded and slowly knelt down in front of the couch.

“What do you remember?” I countered.

“getting hit. The Tesla coil.” Horvath muttered as he watched me. “Vaguely seeing Veronica. And then…” he trailed off. Horvath looked over at me again, his eyes softening. “You.” I smiled at him.

“what about me?” I asked.

“you healed me. Told me about morgana.” Horvath suddenly looked around the room. “You’re the prime morganian.” I nodded and watched as he held out his hand. My head snapped to the closet where I had put his cane. With a wave of my hand, it opened. The cane came flying into the room and he caught it. With a wave, he was fully clothed again.

“well you are free to go I guess.” I shrugged as I stood back up. “I healed all your wounds, inside and out.” Wringing my hands, I smiled at him. “You can find Veronica.” Horvath nodded before moving to stand up. He stood and I moved out of the way so he could leave. Horvath took a step before wobbling and tilting to the side. I jumped forward to stop him from falling over. “Or maybe I didn’t.” I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked him over.

“what could possibly…” I ran my hand over his torso, careful not to miss an inch of his body. “Are you finding anything?” I made a face and ran my hand over his chest again.

“that’s weird.” I muttered. Horvath let me ease him back onto the couch. “I didn’t fully heal something. But there’s also something wrong with your heart. My magic can’t, or won’t, tell me what’s wrong.” Horvath looked me over.

“what does that mean?” He asked. I looked at him with worry.

“it means the wound can’t be healed with magic. And I can’t read what’s wrong with your heart which means if you don’t get better, I’m going to have to take you to a doctor. Whether I want to or not.” I explained. Horvath nodded and settled against the cushions.

“so I guess I’m staying here then.” He mused. I nodded and got up.

“spaghetti for dinner alright?” I asked. He nodded as he rubbed his chest. “I’ll bring it out.” Smiling at him, I made my way to the kitchen.

“you can call me maxim.” He said when I brought out a plate for him. I sat down next to him and started eating. I nodded with a smile.

“maxim.” I acknowledged. He nodded before starting to eat.

the next few weeks went on the same way. Maxim would let me check him over and he would push through whatever pain he was feeling to try to help out around the house. I would argue with him about it, telling him I needed to figure out what was wrong with his heart. He would shake his head with a smile and continue doing whatever it is he was doing. One day, I pressed my hand against his chest to feel everything back in working order. Smiling at him, I pulled my hand away.

“sounds like everything is in working order.” I told him. Maxim smiled back at me before it fell.

“so what does that mean?” He asked as I walked away. I turned to look at him.

“you can leave. You don’t have to stick around here. Hanging around me.” I shrugged. Maxim played with his cane before looking back at me.

“and what if I don’t want to leave?” I paused as I turned to look at him again. “What if I want to stay here?” I opened my mouth and closed it quickly.

“maxim, you need to know I’m not like morgana. I don’t care about world domination or defeating the prime merlinian. I just want a normal life.” I breathed out. “I dont need someone to be my…” maxim stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders.

“that’s not what I’m saying.” He breathed out. “There’s…another reason I want to stay.” I searched his eyes and had to bite back my surprise. “You nursed me back to health. Over the course of this period, I’ve fallen for you. And yes I know that’s the Florence nightingale effect. Been there done that before.” He chuckled. I reached up and grabbed his arms. “But that problem? With my heart? It had been broken by Veronica. She chose balthazaar. When you told me that he got her back, I knew. But you mended it. It happens to sorcerers.” He shrugged. “And I…” maxim let out a breath and smiled at me. “I don’t know what I am going to do without you.” I smiled at him before cupping his cheeks.

“if it’s any consolation, I don’t know what I would do without you either Maxim.” I mused as I pulled him in for a kiss. “I’ve fallen for you too.”

#maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath fanfic #maxim horvath fanfiction #maxim horvath imagine #alfred molina #alfred molina imagine #alfred molina x reader #alfred molina fanfiction #Alfred Molina fanfic

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