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m1lflov3rrr · 6 months

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heyy i wanted to ask if u could maybe do a smutty oneshot where larissa made yn wear a v1brator while teaching her class and she would often tease her while yn is explaining her lesson, if she made any noise she’d punish her but if she stayed quiet she will reward her

Oh, absolutely!!!! ;))) Here you go, should I make a part 2?

Never Tease the Principal (You’ll Regret It)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Warnings: smut, teasing, edging, public?teasing, vibrator, mean mommy Larissa

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: You should have never teased your wife that morning, as it had consequences…

A/N: So sorry it’s taking so long in answering your requests, but I’m working on them!!! It’s just very hectic at the moment, thank you for your patience <3 Love ya’ll!! Also, sorry about the language mistakes!

”Good morning, Rissa.” You whispered to your wife who was still sleeping beside you. You planted a kiss on her cheek to try and wake her up. She stirred a little before opening her eyes and you couldn’t help but swoon a little at those sapphire eyes, staring at you so full of love.

”Morning to you too, darling.” She mumbled with that hoarse morning voice of hers you loved oh so much. Her eyes went down to your lips and you noticed how she kept staring at your lips. You chuckled, knowing how usual it was for your wife to just keep zoning out in the morning.

You snapped her out of her small trance by planting a gentle kiss on her soft lips, causing the blonde to jump a little and let out a small awkward laugh. You smiled in content at her, and suddenly she wrapped her arm to rest on your neck as she pulled you closer to her and closed the gap between you, kissing you surprisingly passionately. You let out a small moan as her tongue kept asking for permission to explore your mouth. And you, of course, gladly granted it.

Before you knew it, your cute little moment had turned into a full-on makeout session, with your hands roaming across each others’ bodies and almost in places they should definitely not be at 6:38am on a random Tuesday.

”We’re… going to be, ah, late…” You mumbled against her neck while she was panting heavily and gripping your hair tightly to keep you where you are. Although it seemed that Larissa Weems was probably the most organized, precise and always on-time kind of person, it was actually you who had more rationality in these situations. Although she would never admit it and you’d never tell that to anyone, for her sake.

Larissa groaned in (sexual) frustration as she was reminded of it. She wanted you all to herself for the whole morning, hell, the whole day. And deep down, she was fucking needy. ”Can’t that… oh god!” She yelped as you slid your knee between her legs and felt her wetness pooling from her underwear and onto your thigh as she started not-so-subtly grinding on your thigh, seeking any friction she could possibly get.

”What was that, honey? Can’t that…?” You whispered in her ear as she kept grinding herself on you, moaning louder and louder with some curse words an average person could never even imagine Larissa Weems using.

She picked up her pace and you pinched her hardened nipples through her silk t-shirt. ”I said, ah, can’t that fucking wait! Oh, that feels so good, please, Y/N,” She was a moaning mess as you attacked her neck once more, leaving a noticeable trail of hickeys there that she’d have a hard time trying to cover up.

”Are you close?” You purred against her ear, and received only some disheveled but vigorous nods and something along the lines of, ”Ah! Ah, yes, I’m so close, ah, ah! Don’t stop, please, I’m so close…”

You chuckled evilly as you felt her pick up her pace even faster. And just as the coil in her stomach was about to snap, just as she was this close of falling off the edge, you pulled away.

Larissa looked absolutely astounded as the smallest whimper escaped her lips and her eyes widened. ”W-what? Please,”

You smirked, ”I already told you we’re going to be late, Rissa. We were supposed to get up 30 minutes ago, so get up!” You stood up and Larissa was staring daggers at you.

You rounded the bed and pulled the blanket off her, ”Chop chop Rissa, the school isn’t going to run itself.”

Larissa reluctantly stood up, pouting at you.

You knew you were playing with fire, and you had no idea why had you woken up with a need to be burned.

You went to the bathroom to get ready for the day, and your wife followed behind. As you were brushing your teeth, you felt a pair of arms gripping your waist tightly, almost like as a warning. You made eye contact in the mirror, and she lowered her head down to your neck and started sucking on your sweet spot. You closed your eyes in satisfaction and tilted your head on her shoulder to give her more access. You knew she was going to leave marks, she absolutely loved marking you, and always did.

Your breathing picked up a bit as a small whimper escaped your throat.

”You know,” She whispered in your ear as her hands slowly slid from your waist to groping your boobs, causing you to yelp as you felt her pinching your nipples cuite harshly. ”You’re really, really going to regret that little stunt you just pulled there, love.”

Your eyes snapped open and you gave her a challenging look in the mirror, ”I’d like to see you try.” You said with that mischievous glint of yours that had grown very familiar to her. Had you known what the later cause of your words would’ve been, you definitely would have not said that.

She hummed, as if in thought, and pulled away from you. ”I see how it is. Just know, that by the end of the day you will be begging for my forgiveness and my forgiveness only, you’ll be lucky to even remember your own name after I’m through with you.” She said before retreating back to the bedroom, leaving you standing there in front of the mirror, looking at yourself with wide eyes and a heaving chest.

”Right? You should’ve seen his face!” Marilyn giggled as she was telling you what had happened a few days prior to her.

You chuckled at her, ”Must’ve been priceless. Oh, won’t you look at the time! Only 15 minutes before my next class, I’d better go and prep a bit. I’ll see you later, Mari!” You blew your friend a kiss and she sent one back to you accompanied with a bright smile.

You strolled through the empty hallways as the students were still having their lunch. Moments like this were one of your favourites in your day, as you got to see the corridors looking peaceful and quiet, something you really loved. The only other time you’d see the hallways like this was at night, so you’d really grown to appreciate these small moments.

Your were bursted out of your peaceful bubble when suddenly a hand gripped your wrist tightly and pulled you to the closet you were walking past.

For a second it was completely dark and you wiggled your hand away from whoever did that. ”What the hell?!”

The lights turned on, revealing Larissa. You sighed in relief, laying a hand on your chest to exaggerate, ”Christ, Larissa, you scared me! What is up with you?”

She didn’t say anything, she only had a dark look in her eyes, staring down at you as if you were her prey.

You narrowed your eyes at her, ducking your head, ”You alright? Look, I’ve got no time for this, I have a class starting in 5-” You were cut off by her lips suddenly attacking yours. You moaned since she took you completely by surprise.

She continued kissing you and slid her tongue into your mouth as she roughly pinned you against the wall, and you moaned louder as the pain on your back mixed with the pleasure. Her hands wrapped around your waist, slowly trailing lower and lower as she soon reached the buttons of your pants, quickly opening them.

You frowned, ”Rissa, we can’t, not now! The students-” Your eyes widened as you saw what she pulled from her pocket. A vibrator. And you instantly realized which one it was. That.

You shook your head with disbelief, staring at the toy with wide eyes, ”N-no…”

”Oh, I’m not taking no for an answer. Remember what I told you earlier? That you’ll be begging for my forgiveness? I can be cruel too, sweet girl.” She slid a hand into your panties, rubbing your clit in slow circles as she gathered some of your wetness, making you breathe even heavier and your eyes roll back.

”Ah, Rissa, stop, you know we can’t…” You pleaded with the last bit of your rationality.

She rubbed even faster, and you bucked your hips against her hand, making her pull away. You huffed, but soon your eyes widened as she was spreading your wetness on the toy in her hand. And the rest of it she sucked off of her fingers in a seductive way, never breaking eye contact.

Then, she wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, turning you swiftly around so that your back was against her front. She had a strong grip on you, and it would be nearly impossible to wiggle out of her grip now.

Slowly, she began lowering the vibrator, and when it hit your clit your head jerked back to, again, rest on Larissa’s shoulder. She turned it on the lowest setting and you began grinding down on it, hoping to get your release soon.

But because it was Larissa, you had to not even bother getting your hopes up with that one.

”Ahh, mommy… More, please mommy, I’ll be so good…” You whimpered.

She chuckled against your neck as she brung the toy to your entrance, teasing it a bit before sliding it inside agonizingly slow. You gasped as you gripped her dress tightly. It was still on the lowest setting, vibrating enough to give you at least a bit of pleasure but nowhere near of getting you to reach your high.

Then, suddenly she pulled her hands away and buttoned your pants again, you looked at her like she’d grown another head. ”What do you think you’re doing?!?” You sneered.

She smirked as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. ”Getting my revenge. Now, you wouldn’t want to be late to your own class when the principal comes to inspect, would you now?” And she opened the door, acting like absolutely nothing had just happened in there.

You would not survive today.

”Hello everyone! Today, uh, you’re- the principal- principal Weems is coming to inspect our class, so, behave nicely, alright?” You informed the class and got some nods in answer.

Larissa walked inside with her work smile, her gaze lingering on you and your heaving form for a bit longer than what would be considered appropriate. But no one even blinked an eye at this, since everyone knew you were Larissa’s wife.

”Yes, indeed. I will be inspecting at the back of the class, so just behave like you normally would, pretend like I’m not here at all!” She exclaimed before walking to the back row.

You watched as she sat down and shook your head to yourself. You could maybe handle it if she kept it set at this pace but not even a bit faster.

And like she could read your mind, she pulled out her phone and suddenly you felt the speed increase rapidly, making you wince as you tried to keep your moans down. You noticed a few students looking at you weirdly, so you rounded the table and sat down.

”Okay, guys, today we’ll be continuing the assignment I gave you last week, and if you’re done with that then you are free to go.” You explained. You hadn’t planned the class to go like this, but in hopes of not getting caught you had no other choice.

But that instantly came back to bite you as only two students stood up and left.

Great.

There was a ping on your phone, and you picked it up to read Larissa’s message.

Nice try, sweetling. Make one noice and you won’t be cumming for weeks, clear?

You looked at the text in pure horror and felt the speed picking up increasingly, your breathing along with it. You looked at Larissa, who had an almost amused look on her face.

You pulled out your laptop and hoped that you’d get even a bit distracted by typing out some emails and planning for the upcoming week. Everything seemed to be going fine, until-

”Mrs. Weems? Could you come help me with this?” Enid asked with her hand raised. From the corner of your eye you could see Larissa’s soft smile at that, how you were addressed as Mrs. Weems.

”Yes, Enid?” You tried walking as normally as possible over to her desk, clenching your fist shut and trying not to focus on the increasing speed of the toy.

”Could you explain this task again? I’m sorry Mrs. Weems, I kind of spaced out when you were giving the instructions…” She said with apologetic eyes.

You smiled softly at her, tilting your head and trying to look even a bit scolding. ”It’s alright, Enid. Now, you just write down everything you find useful… and, and.. then go over your text once more, ’kay?”

She nodded with a smile, though she also frowned a bit by your unusual demeanor. As you were making your way back to the desk, out of the blue, Larissa set the vibrator to its highest setting so suddenly, causing you to gasp audibly and grab the desk for support. Almost every pair of eyes in the classroom were looking at you either with a weird or a concerned expression. You didn’t even have to look at Larissa to know that she had that infuriatingly amused expression on her face.

”S-sorry, cramps..” You mumbled as you sat down behind your desk.

And the rest of the lesson went by excruciatingly slow, with Larissa regularly picking up the speed and edging you, but turning it all off before you could release. You tried your best to not start sobbing in front of your students.

”Alright, g-guys.. You can go now…” You sighed and luckily everyone got out of their seats swiftly and left the room.

You gave the most furious death stare to your wife as you finally let the tears fall down your cheeks, ruining your makeup.

She faux pouted at your state, locking the door and approaching you in a way only a predator would approach its prey. She took your chin between her fingers and tutted as you looked up to her through your eyelashes, panting slightly.

”Are you going to behave now?” She asked with a hoarse tone, clearly enjoying the power play that was definitely there.

You shivered at that tone, and obediently nodded as you bit your lower lip. Larissa’s eyes darkened at that as she let out a small chuckle, ”I certainly would hope so.” She breathed out, looking at you like you were the eight fucking wonder of the world. And to be true, to Larissa, you were.

She pulled you in a bruising kiss as you felt the speed pick up again, causing you to whimper very audibly into her mouth. She smirked at that, pulling away as you looked at her with your best doe-eyes.

”I’ll see you tonight, my love.” She whispered, pecking you quickly, but lovingly, one last time before leaving out the door. And she never took the vibrator out. And then, the pace picked up even more.

Oh, you would absolutely not survive this day.

#larissa weems #wednesday #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x y/n #gwendoline christie

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sweetcarolina-24 · 7 months

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Shut Her Up*

Kinktober Day 9: Bondage

Gwynriel x Reader

kinktober masterlist

a/n: I am unfortunately sick, so I'm watching Game of Thrones while I write. I looove Gwynriel so I'm really excited for this one.

cw: poly, bondage, 69, oral(f receiving), fingering, blackmail lol. also sort of a dark, out of character gwyn

You work with Gwyn in the library, but you two don't get along. You bicker constantly. Azriel notices you being rude to her one day and decides that the best way to get the two of you to make up is to bring you both to bed. But since he is protective of his mate, and you were being rude to her, he will not make this easy for you.

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Gwyn had a smirk on her pretty little face, her teal eyes wandering down your body.

If you'd known being rude to her in front of the Shadowsinger would land you in this position, you would do it more often.

Azriel's shadows were confining your hands above your head, tying them to the bed. Your legs were spread apart, the shadows attaching them to the lower bedposts.

"She looks so pretty like this," Gwyn smirked, trailing her hand down your body. You shivered. "Look how aroused she is.”

"Yes," Azriel agreed. "Do you like being confined like this, y/n?"

"Yes," you gasped, nodding desperately. He grinned, stroking your cheek.

He held his scarred fingers to your mouth. You opened, letting him slip them inside. You licked and sucked on the pads of his fingers until he was satisfied.

He withdrew them and brought them between your legs. You gasped as he slipped them inside.

Gwyn lowered her mouth to your breast, taking one into her mouth. You let out a loud moan as Azriel curved his fingers, hitting that spot inside of you.

He chuckled lowly as you writhed against the restraints, your moans loud and undignified.

"Shut her up, Gwyn," Azriel instructed.

Gwyn was all too happy to oblige. She crawled up to the top of the bed and threw one leg over you. She lowered herself onto your face and you began dragging your tongue through her folds.

Her moans were so pretty as she cupped her breasts in her hands, riding your face. You lapped at her clit, making her whimper.

You halted in your movements completely when you felt Azriel's cock slide inside of you. But Gwyn reached a hand back to pinch your nipple, telling you to continue working her.

The strokes of your tongue were less graceful now that the male was slamming in and out of you.

Azriel began rubbing your clit, making you whine against Gwyn's core. Neither of you were cumming without his permission.

There was no way for you to ask. Your hands and legs were both tied up, and your mouth was on Gwyn. You just hoped he would be kind.

Maybe if you got Gwyn closer to the edge, he'd give you both permission. You began sucking her clit into your mouth brutally, making her cry out, tears welling in her eyes above you.

"Az, Az," she panted. "Can I cum, please?"

"Go ahead, Gwyn," he said, careful not to say your name.

You whined at that, but Gwyn came apart on top of you. She moaned loudly, squeezing her breasts as she rode your face into an orgasm. When she came down, she went to get off of you.

"No," Azriel commanded. "Turn around. Pleasure each other for me."

Gwyn turned herself around, keeping her core on your mouth. She bent down, licking at your clit. Azriel was still slamming into you.

"Gwyn, you may cum whenever you'd like," he granted her. "Y/n, you will wait until I say so."

You whined again, and Azriel smacked the side of your thigh. You moaned as his cock found that perfect angle inside of you.

You couldn't think of anything except your desire to cum. Gwyn had another orgasm on your mouth, and you licked up her release. Then, you nipped at her clit out of jealousy.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. "Azzy, she bit me!"

"Be nice, y/n," he warned you. "Or you won't cum at all."

You whimpered, feeling the coil in your stomach growing so tight, it was threatening to snap.

"She's getting close," Azriel observed, speaking to Gwyn.

Gwyn sneered, landing a harsh smack to your clit. You cried out, trying to close your legs, but you were unable to.

Gwyn went right back to licking and sucking on your clit again. You'd stopped your work on hers, but it still rest just above your face. The smell of her release made you envious.

Az groaned as he released inside of you. You moaned, tugging at your bonds desperately.

He pulled out for just a second, which made you whine. Gwyn stopped her work on you to put her mouth on him until he was hard again.

When he was hard again, he slid right back into you, and Gwyn went back to lapping at your folds.

"Please," you whimpered, your hips bucking.

"Should we let her?" Azriel asked Gwyn. Gwyn lifted her face, causing that coil to disappear.

"I don't know," she sighed. "She's been so mean to me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you begged, tears falling from your eyes. "Please, Gwyn. I won't be mean anymore. Please."

"I've been nothing but kind to you," Gwyn said.

That was a lie, but you didn't dare accuse her of lying in front of her mate, who would always take her word over yours.

"Should I be kind now?" she teased, her fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

"Please, please," you sobbed, hips bucking.

"Take the blame for losing Merrill's paperwork, and you can cum," she decided.

"But I didn't--"

"Did I ask if you did or not?" she snapped. "You will take the blame, or we will keep torturing you. And Az here has so much more in store for you if you refuse."

"Fine, fine," you cried, that coil in your stomach tightening again. "I'll take the blame. Please let me cum."

"Take pity on her, Gwyn," Azriel said to his mate, his cock finding that angle again.

"Okay, y/n," she said. "You may cum."

The coil snapped as soon as her tongue flicked your clit again.

Your moans were so loud, the whole House likely heard you. But you didn't care.

Gwyn kept sucking on those nerves through your orgasm as you ripped against the bonds, unsuccessfully, screaming your pleasure.

Azriel was laughing darkly as he kept fucking into you. You were a mess, tears of pleasure streaming down your blissed out face.

When you came down, the shadows released you. But you were too tired to sit up. Gwyn landed another smack to your clit.

"Ow! What was that for?" you shrieked, jolting upright.

"I felt like it," she grinned.

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#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwyn acosf #azriel acotar #acotar #acotar smut #gwynriel x reader #gwyn x reader #azriel x you #mean dom! azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #gxg smut #poly!gwynriel x reader

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azsazz · 2 years

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Clandestine Love

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Can you do a fic where you and Rhys’s sister are best friends and Rhys wants you but you both know it’s a terrible idea but you do it anyway

Warnings: None

Word Count: 822

Notes: Wait because I kind of love these two...fkn hell 😮‍💨

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“Ara, wait up!” You screech, fisting your silky midnight blue skirts in your hands and taking off down the corridor after your friend, who’s cackling as she races towards the staircase.

The two of you had been granted permission from the Lady of Night to head out into the city in search of gowns for the upcoming Starfall party. You’d be accompanied of course by a few sentries, as your best friend – the daughter of the High Lord of the Night Court – wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without them.

You’d ditch the poor bastards assigned to tailing the two of you as soon as you arrived at the bustling streets of Velaris, you and Araphel would make sure of that.

Her head has just disappeared down the staircase when a hand shoots out from around the corner, grasping your arm and spinning you quickly into the warm, lean body of her older brother.

Rhysand.

Your heart races with excitement as he pulls you close, pressing you up against the wall behind. Your head is still dizzy from the twirl and when he settles a palm at the nape of your neck and stares down at you with those vibrant violet eyes, your mind clears, all his.

His other hand settles on your hip as he cranes down to nose at your throat, breathing in the night-kissed scent of your skin like a drug he’s been deprived of for centuries.

“Rhys,” you gasp softly, a warning, but it’s contradicted when you clutch at the lapels of his finely pressed jacket. “We can’t be doing this.”

“Relax, (Y/N),” he soothes, his lips against your neck sending shivers up your spine, “Ara is occupied with my father.”

You should be down there, getting the same lecture the both of you always have to endure before you go out into town alone. Stick with your chaperones, do not wander from the city, and always–

“Are you going to pick me out something nice?” the lordling purrs, tongue lapping at your creamy skin. Your hand snakes up the expensive fabric of his suit and slides around the nape of his neck so you can finger through the inky black tendrils of his hair.

You scoff, pinching at the skin on the base of his head playfully, “Not every female is vying for your attention or affections, Rhysand.”

The handsome heir hums in response, clearly amused. “You come in here looking like this,” he mouths over the tops of your exposed breasts and it takes all of your self control not to release the debauched noise that's working its way up your throat. “How can I not think that you’re trying to gain my attention?”

“I know it’s hard for you young males to keep your hands to yourselves and your cocks in your trousers,” you start and he groans. He’ll never forgive his sister for telling you about what he and his brothers would occasionally get up to with the females at the Illyrian camps, “But I have more posie than that.”

“Say cock again,” he begs, hands skimming down your body, thumbs brushing over the peaks of your nipples, eliciting a breathy gasp from you. The cheeky lordling tries to hike up the bottom of your dress but little sisters always ruin everything–

“(Y/N)?” Ara yells, voice carrying loudly through the otherwise empty halls.

“Coming,” you call over Rhys’ shoulder, tightening your hold on him slightly, unconsciously. You give him an apologetic look as he straightens to his full height, lifting your chin to gaze up at him. He looks disappointed, and although the both of you had agreed to be strictly friends, there was something between the two of you that couldn’t keep you away from each other.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur and he shakes his head, thumbing across your cheek.

“Don’t be. I’ve just missed you is all.”

“Maybe when I’m done picking out my Starfall dress and Ara has fallen asleep I’ll come give your cock my attention,” you suggest, lips ghosting across his own. You emphasize your words with a sneaky caress to his frontside, Rhys’ breath catching in his throat as his mulberry eyes widen, and then darken.

You try to slip away, wanting to leave him teeming with pleasure. It will make tonight so much better, but he catches you by the neck, twisting you around and pressing his lips against yours in a hot kiss that leaves your mouth tingling and your legs clenched tightly together.

“That better be a promise, (Y/N),” he smirks, finally backing off a step from you, leaving the feeling of his fingers buzzing on your skin, electricity in your bones.

“I suppose you’ll have to find out,” you respond with a cutting smile all your own. Rhysands eyes twinkle with excitement, and the agreement goes unspoken as Araphel meets you on the landing, her brother winnowing away into shadows and darkness.

#rhys x reader #rhys/reader #rhysand #rhysand/reader #rhysand x reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #azsazz

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lucky-clover-gazette · 1 year

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all work and no play makes blue a dull girl

gift fic for @deuynndoodles!

Blue arrives in the same form as usual: slightly incensed, with sore muscles and tousled hair and a cartoonishly large hammer strapped to her back. Erune watches her close the front door, step out of her boots, and stretch her arms over her head in the foyer of their tiny Castle Town home. Blue opens her eyes and meets Erune’s gaze.

“Hylia,” she groans, already making her way to the den. “This has been a long day.”

Erune lowers her nail gun and holds a palm out towards Blue. “Stop. You’re barefoot. I don’t want you getting splinters.”

She’s set herself up on the tarped-over floor, kneeling beside a sturdy wooden frame in progress. To her side is a large piece of fabric, made with patched-together clothes formerly belonging to Red, Blue, Vio, Green, and Shadow, as well as numerous pieces of woodworking equipment. Tiny shreds of wood litter the tarp, and the smell of cedar wafts through the room.

“Sorry,” Blue says, stepping back into her boots by the front door. She returns to the den and crosses her arms over her chest. “Permission to enter?”

“Granted,” Erune says with a smile, beckoning Blue inside with a gloved hand. “Here.” She passes Blue a pair of plastic goggles identical to her own, which Blue puts on immediately,

“Are you making progress?” Blue asks, sizing up the project.

Erune nods. “Yes. Thanks again for fetching the fabric, by the way.”

“No problem. The others were happy to help. The frame looks… stable?”

Erune chuckles and grins, shaking her head. She’s tried to explain her vision to Blue before—a puppet theater for the Castle Town children she teaches—but she’s almost positive that the blueprints are inscrutable to anyone but herself.

“It’s holding up great,” she tells Blue, shaking it at its foundation in demonstration. “What about you?”

Blue raises an eyebrow under her goggles. “You mean, how am I holding up? Fine, I guess.”

“You said you had a long day.”

“It wasn’t that bad. It’s just, I’m not used to doing knight stuff without the others. They’re all out of town right now.”

“Really? All of them at the same time?”

“Really,” Blue sighs, counting her friends with her fingers. “Green is visiting Hytopia with Zelda, Vio and Shadow are off in the Dark World doing Hylia knows what, and Red’s on some mushroom foraging camping retreat with Tingle. And I’m just here, crossing my fingers that nobody gets assassinated, injured, poisoned, or all of those things at once.”

Erune places down her nail gun and lends Blue her full attention. “I understand that you care about them,” she says slowly, carefully, “but you’re your own person now. Time apart is good for you.”

“I guess.”

Erune cracks a smile. “Also… Tingle?”

“I don’t know,” Blue grumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose. “They’re in some kind of foraging club together. It’s pretty stupid.”

“Aw, but that’s fun!”

“Just seems like a waste of time. Like, Green’s away, but he’s still acting as Zelda’s knight. Vio and Shadow wrote the trip to the Dark World off as a research mission, even though we all know that’s a lie, but they’ll probably bring at least something back to show for it.”

Erune narrows her eyes. “And you’re working hard, I presume?”

“Of course!”

“Don’t you think Red’s working hard, too? Searching for mushrooms?”

Blue rubs the back of her neck. “Maybe, but it’s for a dumb hobby, not… y’know, actual work.”

“It doesn’t seem like Hyrule is currently under attack,” Erune reasons, dusting off her gloved hands on her skirt. She gets to her feet and removes the gloves, using a single hand to cup Blue’s face. “Have you defended the kingdom today, Blue?”

She can feel her cheek getting warm. It’s adorable.

“Well? Have you?”

Blue sighs, closes her eyes, and leans into Erune’s touch. “No. I polished my armor and sparred in the courtyard.”

Erune gives Blue’s cheek a gentle pat and removes her hand. Blue clearly misses it once it’s gone. “I’d argue, then,” Erune says, kneeling back down by the wooden frame, “that Red’s doing just as much ‘actual work’ as you or I.”

She can hear Blue’s grumbles as she slides on her gloves. “It’s just… silly.”

“Is this silly?” Erune asks, motioning to her project.

Blue looks offended by the notion on Erune’s behalf. “No, of course not!”

“Oh yes, it absolutely is! And that’s what’s great about it! It’ll make the kids happy to use, and it makes me happy to build. It’s hard work and it’s fun work.”

“Sparring is fun,” Blue offers, avoiding her girlfriend’s goofy smile.

“My point exactly. So stop obsessing about the others and focus on what makes you happy. Also, say hello to your adoring girlfriend.”

Blue rolls her eyes, but now she’s smiling too. “Hello, adoring girlfriend. You're something that makes me happy.”

“Cute,” Erune says. “Now please hand me a hammer.”

Blue raises the massive hammer she used to kill god or whatever, and Erune just snorts.

“Wrong hammer, but I like your spirit.”

Blue returns the hammer to its place on her back and hands Erune a much smaller rubber mallet. “Do the kids know you're making this for them?”

“Nope!” says Erune. “They just know there's going to be a fun surprise for them after their spring break next week. That gives me more than enough time to finish it up.”

Blue cocks her head as she watches her girlfriend work. “Spring break, huh? I don't think you've mentioned that before.”

Erune shrugs. “Well, I'm still technically going to be working on this thing, and you… y’know. Like you said, you love your work. I respect that.”

“I could take some time off. If you wanted to go somewhere.”

Shaking her head, Erune taps a nail into the foundation. “Really, Blue, it’s all right—”

“No, actually, I insist that we take a trip together next week. A vacation. Wherever you want.”

Erune blows hair out of her face, growing slightly frustrated by the lateness of this offer. “The thought is nice, but I promised the children I’d finish this thing by the time break ends.”

And there’s that determination that Erune loves so much. Blue narrows her eyes and places a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, well, you won’t have to do it alone. Think we can finish it together in the next couple of days?”

Erune pretends to think it over (the answer is easily yes). “Hmmm… I suppose, as long as we’re together...”

Blue grins and cracks her knuckles. “Great. Then it’s settled. Tell me how to help.”

“Here,” Erune says, passing Blue an extra pair of gloves from her toolbox. “Safety first.”

“I’m the Hero of Hyrule, I think I’d be fine without gloves.”

“Last week I watched you almost lose a finger while cutting a frozen bagel.”

Blue has no response to this. Erune picks up the large piece of fabric, holds it up against the wooden frame, and turns to Blue.

“Hold this in place while I staple, please.”

“Got it.”

Erune prepares her staple gun with a smirk. “Watch your fingers.”

Blue does as asked as Erune attaches the fabric to the frame, but of course her mind still wanders. “So, uh… where would you want to go? We could spend a couple days pretty much anywhere—Village of the Blue Maiden to visit your dads, Gerudo Desert, even the Dark World, now that the mirror’s been repaired with moon pearl dust or whatever.”

Erune sours. “One visit to the Dark World was enough, thanks.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, darling.” And it truly is, it’s been more than a year. But still… the thought of that place still sends chills down her back.

“Darling…” Blue repeats, and Erune swats her arm.

“Fingers!”

“Sorry. Again.”

Erune nods, satisfied with Blue’s stillness, and finishes stapling the fabric to the foundation.

“That should do nicely,” she says, glancing down at her blueprints for the next step. “And I like the idea of the Village of the Blue Maiden. We don’t need to stay with my dads, though—let’s rent a place near the beach.”

“I won’t argue with that.”

“Smart girl,” Erune says, kissing Blue on the forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#four swords #blue link #fs #my writing

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hanji-cafe · 2 years

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My Princess Sungie

Okay Listen. I started this drunk, and I’m finishing it tipsy so sorry for any typos, buttttt I’m back bitches!!! Y’all better share this shit. I basically wrote it because of this twitter thread and a video I saw on Twt.

CW: Overstimulation, the pet name princess, straps, anal

Word Count: 719

“Mommy, Please,” Jisung whined, his head resting on your thigh as his eyes looked over your strap, focused.

You reached out to brush the hair out of his face. “You think you can take it all, princess?”

“I think so…” Jisung nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. “Want to take it all,” he said, sticking out his tongue so just the tip was touching your strap.

“Show Mommy how well you suck her cock then,” you said, granting permission.

Jisung immediately perked up, wrapping his lips around the tip of the dildo, his tongue brushing over the faux veins and head. Slowly, he took one more inch, and then another, and then another, until his throat was just barely filled. He gasped around the Silicone, his large brown eyes looking up at you. His gaze was much too beautiful and innocent for the way he was bobbing his head on your strap.

He moaned out as you tugged on his hair, his throat tightening around the fake cock, his nose pressing against your lower stomach. “Fuck, princess, you’re so pretty.”

More lude sounds of Jisung choking roughly around the cock could be heard, causing your pussy to practically drip.

Suddenly, you pulled his head away from the cock, and he gasped, taking in all the air he could. “Was I good, Mommy?”

“You were amazing, love,” you assured. “And good boys get rewards.”

He nodded eagerly.

“All fours,” you commanded and Jisung immediately turned around, waiting for you, his ass high in the air.

“You’re cock is so small and cute,” you tease, your finger pressing against the head.

“Mommy,” he moaned and gasped. “Mommy, please don’t tease.”

On any normal day you would tease him, edge him, and give him ruined orgasms, but he was such an obedient boy today, instead you wrapped your hand around his cock, jerking away.

Jisung gasped, his hips bucking into your hands and it wasn’t long before he was coming all over the sheets.

“Thank you, Mommy! Thank you,” he sobbed, pressing against your hand.

“You’re hole is so small and pretty,” you cooed, pressing your fingers against his asshole. “Pink and puckering.”

“Mommy,” Jisung gasped, pulling away, still recovering from his last orgasm.

Your hands rubbed his ass cheeks, squeezing and groping them. “My strap would fill you up so well…”

“Please, Mommy. Not too much!”

“My princess can’t take it?”

“N-no, I can,” Jisung assured, pressing back against your hand. “Please fuck me, Mommy…”

You playfully tisked, reaching for a bottle of lube before squirting it all over Jisung’s entrance, and he suddenly jolted at the cold sensation, small whimpers leaving your mouth.

“Mommy…” he moaned carelessly, his jaw going slack as you pushed your finger into his puckering hole.

Every time you would add a finger, an uncontrolled moan would slip from Jisung’s mouth until he was stretched enough to fit your strap. When the head pressed against his asshole, he let out a beg muttering ‘Mommy’ over and over again.

“Are you my good boy?” you giggled.

“Mmm yes, Mommy’s good boy,” he responded mindlessly.

“Good,” she cooed. “Good boys take big cocks.”

Jisung let out a loud whimpery cry as your strap stretched him out. His legs almost gave out as his rock hard cock leaked precum all over the sheets.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, Sungie,” you cooed, your hand reaching around to carefully stroke his cock. “You sound beautiful,” you said as he eagerly arched his back.

“Mommy, I-” his eyes began to fill with tears. “Mommy, I’m so close,” he cried, the way your strap was fucking him sending him to grow mindless.

Carefully, you pulled him back so that his back was pressed against your breasts. You continued to fuck him roughly, one hand on his cock, the other pinching one of his soft pink nipples. Your lips sucked and bit at his neck.

Suddenly, Jisung’s who body shook, his cock twitching as his whole load spurted all over the sheets. Any thoughts in his mind fizzled into a fuzzy haze from his orgasm, and as you let go of him, his body fell onto the bed, a few whines leaving his lips.

“Such a good princess for me,” you cooed, pulling the strap out carefully before moving to rub his shoulders. “I love you, Jisung.”

#Jisung #Jisung smut #han #han smut #han jisung #han jisung smut #skz #skz smut #han jisung skz smut #han skz smut #jisung skz #jisung skz smut

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1997devil · 2 years

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Hello! I've read your work quite a few right now and I see yoyr request is still open, so could you do seungkwan? Anything is fine as long it's kinda cute... He lately wrecking my bias list >3< and thank you so much if you could do my request!

sweet kitten

pairing: seungkwan x fem reader

w.c.: 1.1k

includes: virgin!reader, oral (f receiving), kitten petname

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seungkwan has fooled around before, of course.

first, it had been the cute sophomore whose room was across his, just as the way the cul-de-sac in his dormitory neighborhood was mapped out. she’d laid the bait and he’d taken it, enamored by the swishes of her curtains in an attempt to get his attention. they made out in the second-floor bathroom of the arts department, the deserted alley in the library, and she’d snuck into his dorm when his roommate vernon was in the studio finishing up a project. second, it was his classmate who’d been paired up with him for a presentation and an essay, in which they’d spent more time all over each other in his bed than doing their work. seungkwan knew she’d had a crush on him since the beginning of the semester, and they’d even stayed in touch until she had to leave for her foreign exchange program.

all his experience could not have prepared him for you.

“your place is adorable,” seungkwan whispers into his cup of hot chocolate, before setting the mug down on to the table. you taste the cocoa from his lips when he presses them against yours, playfully biting down on yours and laughing at the small moan that rips from your throat.

jihoon was the one who introduced you to him. he mentioned you as one of the younger students in his major who he’d been mentoring for the big competition this spring, and fate worked out in its own mysterious and wonderful ways when you’d signed up to be the piano player to help out during rehearsals for the winter musical. it started as an exchange of light banter and relaxed humming, together with tunes from an artist you found out you both liked. you told him you had pieces of vinyl of the artist back at home, and that you wanted to show them to him. he’d agreed.

you press your hand onto seungkwan’s nape to pull him any closer to you than he already is. his arm circles around your waist, pulling you down to lay on your sofa, him rising on top of you. your mouths are connected until you tug away first, in need of air. seungkwan’s eyes drop to your lips, now bright red like a ruby, glinting with gloss.

“you liked that?” his voice drops to a low rumble, which sends a tingling shiver down your spine. you cannot possibly get your chords to work, so you nod. he presses his forehead to yours, and he’s now so close you can count his lashes and your breath fans across his cheek.

“you want more?” his eyes darken, and you can’t take yours off of them.

“yeah,” you breathlessly reply, and you swear you see his lips quirk before he’s back to kissing you.

you stay there for what feels like ages. seungkwan’s lips feel like heaven as it skitters and sweeps across your jaw and collarbones, and you want to see and feel more. you tug at his shirt, clearly signaling what you want.

seungkwan only answers, “you first, kitten,” your kisses swallowing his words. you take a gulp of fresh air, heavily swallowing before you pinch the hem of your t-shirt and bring it up and over your head, revealing your bare torso.

seungkwan’s mouth scatters to your breasts, clamping on your nipples, traveling around them and down in between. you hiss when you feel his cold lips on your abdomen, your fingers tangling in his honey-blond hair.

his lips reach the waistband of your shorts, his fingers hooking on the belt loops. he looks up to meet your eyes, and it’s like a frog is caught in your throat. he tips his jaw to ask for permission, and you yours to grant it. he takes his time with the button and zippers, and a lifetime passes through as he finally tugs them down your legs, throwing them somewhere behind your sofa.

“this okay?” seungkwan softly asks, hands lightly running all over your thighs, inching closer to where you find it needs his touch most.

“mmhmm,” you nod, leaning on your elbows, neck straining, so you can see him where he’s nearly below you. “j-just,” you raise your voice unconsciously, almost as if on edge and nearly bursting at the seams, “take it easy. it’s m-my first time.”

seungkwan quirks a brow.

“first time, kitten? first time in first base, or, all the way?”

one of your hands travels down to link with his, your fingers interlocking with his. he sends you a reassuring squeeze from the hold of your hands. “just all the way. i’ve only fooled around, is all.”

he nods, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thighs. “how’d you like it?”

you shake your head. “you’re way better than them.”

seungkwan scoffs. “damn right i am,” he mutters, bringing his lips down to your clothed heat. he presses his lips then his tongue to the damp spot, making you whimper, your head tipping back.

he pushes your thighs further apart and tuts at you when you unconsciously try to keep them together out of shyness. he eats you out so languidly you would’ve thought he was nibbling on a sugar cane or pack of bubble gum, savoring your taste.

seungkwan feels your hands come up to his blond tufts of hair, softly caressing them at times, twirling his locks between your fingers. he keeps his eyes on you, watching your every expression and finding delight in how your hair splays all over your head on the pillow, your eyes shut from the pleasure and the soft moans tumbling from your lips.

“everything okay, kitten?” he asks for assurance, and you nod fervently, instantly begging for more.

“my pleasure, kitten,” he mumbles with finality, returning to your cunt with a newfound fervor, determined to make you see stars with his tongue.

see the stars you do when you’re finally met with your orgasm. you don’t even sense seungkwan interlocking his fingers to yours as he keeps eating you out to ride you through your orgasm, and seungkwan is awfully hard as he watches your chest heave and tremble like a leaf.

seungkwan straightens up and comes to wrap by your side as you return to a regular breathing pace. his hair softly pats your hair, traveling to your neck and expanse of your back.

you raise your jaw up, meeting seungkwan’s dove brown eyes. he softly smiles at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“still want more?”

“y-yes, please.”

“come and have it then, kitten.”

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[a/n: i knowwww this req is long overdue but i’ve been focusing on a rlly important exam and trying to settle some matters as well, but the thought of making out w kwan on my couch has been keeping me through and i need u all to know this too. i hope u like this anon!!!]

#seventeen #svt #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #boo seungkwan #seungkwan #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan fic #seungkwan mut #t:fic #f:mild #mine #requested

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Mirror (ShikiEri)

Prompt from this year’s ShikiEri Week: Worship (and it’s smut bc the ladies deserve it)

Returning to their bodies has been a surreal experience for everyone, but for Shiki there’s an extra layer of… acclimation. It’s more than adjustment to the corporeal world; it’s adjustment to living in her own skin again. Her journey has been nothing short of transformative, and she’s proud of herself. Accepting that she didn’t need to be anything more than herself… that’s not easy.

All Shiki wanted was to like herself, but she was going about it all wrong.

It turns out Shiki was comparing herself to Eri, yearning to be something– someone –she wasn’t, convinced she had nothing to offer, when in all actuality they balanced one another. Together, they thrived. A true partnership.

In retrospect, she’s embarrassed that her entry fee was her own body. But at the same time, had it not been, she never would have discovered her own worth. Being true to her own strengths, recognizing her weaknesses as motivation to strive to be the best version of herself – the only person she should be competing with.

Now, if only she could love the outside, too. Fortunately she’s got someone to help her work on it.

And Eri is very vocal about how much she loves the outside.

“...Eri…”

“Sh, come on, don’t be shy.” They’re standing facing the full length mirror, Eri pressed up against her back as her nimble hands slowly undress her, starting with her shirt which she shimmies up her torso and peels off. Eri takes her time with these sessions, emphasizing each movement, making it a grounding experience for Shiki (whether she likes it or not). Shiki’s never more in-tune with her body than with Eri, and although it’s extremely embarrassing… she also really likes it.

Eri’s long nimble fingers spread out over the curve of Shiki’s bosom supported by an elegant but simple white brocade bra, creeping up and over to converge at at the center closure to unclip it. A click, and the front-clasp separates, releasing Shiki’s breasts all at once, spilling into Eri’s palms. Shiki’s breath hitches, as it always does, when her girlfriend’s hands cup their weight and gently massage them.

Shiki’s arms hang at her side for now, refraining from the urge to touch. She hasn’t been granted permission yet. The redhead smiles over her bare shoulder, dropping a kiss upon it while she swipes his fingertips over both rosy aereolas, teasing them to pebble before pincering them between her middle and pointer digits. Leisurely, she alternates between rolling and pinching, relishing in the sight of Shiki beginning to squirm. Up close, she can hear her breathing gradually becoming more shallow.

She relinquishes her breasts, letting them fall naturally, and smooths her hands down to her belly, pausing to tickle her naval, and slips her hands under the waistband of her skirt. She’d requested Shiki go without panties, and she always obliges.

But that doesn’t mean she’s not sheepish about it. Just as Eri’s about to reach the sweetest part of her, Shiki squeezes her thighs together.

“ Eri …” Her voice is small, but it’s strained with lust. Eri giggles and withdraws her hands, but only long enough to push the skirt down in one smooth slide. It pools around Shiki’s feet, leaving her completely exposed. Whereas Eri’s sharp and dangerously tantalizing curves, Shiki’s are soft and forgiving.

“Shiki,” Eri coos in her ear, “I won’t have to gag you again, will I?”

And that’s when Shiki flushes from her cheeks down to her chest, meeting her girlfriend’s eyes in the reflection and coyly biting her lip. Eri takes that as a sign to continue, and this time Shiki opens her legs to her, bracing herself when those masterful fingers stroke over her clit, lest her knees buckle right then and there.

And Eri’s oh so masterful. Shiki’s daydreamed about her hands countless times, painted an entire gallery of imagery in graphic detail of just how they may feel, and to Shiki’s awe and delight, they’re even better than her fantasies could have ever prepared her for. As Eri works her girlfriend up into a frenzy, she covers the side of her neck with openmouthed kisses, leaving in their wake lipstick remnants of red the same shade as her hair. By the time she’s finished kneading the cute little nub swollen, Shiki’s whimpering unabashedly, and bucking her hips, eager for more.

It’s then Eri notices her girlfriend’s glasses have fogged up from the heat of her radiating arousal and, with a giggle in her ear that sends a shiver through Shiki, she plucks them off her face. Clarity restored, Shiki instinctively averts her eyes.

“Don’t look away,” Eri chastens, and as punishment, she loops an arm around her waist, cradling her securely, and leans her forward. “Hands on the mirror.” Shiki obeys without delay, and once her palms are planted on the flat surface, Eri unwinds her arm, pulls back and gives her bare ass a quick smack. Shiki shudders from the impact, and trains her eyes on her reflection, swallowing down a moan at being all but leered at by her girlfriend. She feels the feathery caress of fingers down her spine, her backside, and under, and arches to wordlessly and eagerly invite them inside her. They trace the velvety folds, making her simultaneously tingle and throb with lustful anticipation.

“Oh, I love how wet you get for me.” Eri seizes a handful of brown hair, yanking Shiki’s head back to briefly indulge a passionate kiss, plunging her tongue into her mouth just as one, two, and three digits penetrate her. She devours Shiki’s ensuing mewl while scissoring her sheathed fingers wide until that tight canal yields, opening up to be fucked good and rough the way she knew her girl liked.

Eri’s intimate understanding and mastery of Shiki’s body allows her to play her like an instrument, making her scream at pitches no one could ever hope to reach.

Breaking their fierce lip-lock, Shiki resumes her position, her heavy breathing now fogging up the mirror as those rapid thrusts strike all the right places, driving her closer and closer, whittling down her self-control until she can’t contain it and with a shriek, she contracts around Eri’s fingers and a spray of fluid pelts the floor.

“Mmmm … you’re so cute when you squirt.”

Shiki’s beet-red, heaving, still all knotted up and ready to burst. Eri relentlessly tugging her nipples is not helping whatsoever.

Finally, Eri has mercy on her and swiftly drops to her knees, wedging herself between the mirror and her flustered girlfriend to fill her back up and seal her mouth over her clit to bring her to a full, proper orgasm in a matter of seconds. Shiki’s panting, and her hands are slipping on the glass as she grinds down on that beautiful face and rides those exquisite fingers. Her own lust-blown pupils are the last thing she sees before her entire being’s overtaken by a blinding, mind-numbingly intense orgasm. Eri hums in approval, sending vibrations through her clit which she’s avidly suckling, and causing her adorable girlfriend to nearly double over. Once the convulsions subside, she can safely extract her fingers, and when Shiki’s world reorients itself, it’s just in time to witness the redheaded minx lapping her essence off her fingers.

“Shiki?” She looks back at the mirror with an impish grin.

“Y–yes?”

“I think we’re going to have to invest in a 360 mirror.”

#erishiki #shikieri #shiki misaki #twewy #the world ends with you #nsft #body worship #h writes

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[ Still Life #12 ]

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Mary didn’t know what she was doing, but she leaned on the fact that there was an agreement: if Evelyn said the ‘safe word’, she stopped; otherwise, she kept going.

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Mary didn’t know what she was doing, but she leaned on the fact that there was an agreement: if Evelyn said the ‘safe word’, she stopped; otherwise, she kept going.

There was comfort in knowing that. And anxiety, uncertainty, but… comfort was there, too.

She worked first to tie the ropes to Evelyn’s wrists and ankles, testing each one, tightening them around the bedposts until Evelyn was firmly trapped with her arms and legs outstretched.

Then she stood at the foot of the bed and looked at this woman who had given her a whole new life, brought color into her world, taught her the beauty of sex. This woman who now gave herself to Mary, fully and completely.

Mary wanted to do this, and she wanted to do it right.

Tied up and teased for hours, Evelyn had said.

She opted to keep her own clothes on for now and climbed onto the bed, settling between Evelyn’s legs. Her fingertips traced meandering trails up along her thighs, pushing her thin chemise up, palms coming down just at the spot where they met her hips.

“I owe you so much,” Mary said, her voice seeming loud in the quiet room filled only with soft breaths and the creak of the bed under her shifting weight. “I honestly thought losing Stede would be the end of everything for me.”

Evelyn smiled, lifting her head to look at her. “And I honestly thought, oh, now that he’s gone, she can finally live her best life.”

Mary snapped her head up to return the look with a serious frown. “I would like for you to only speak when spoken to, please.”

Evelyn’s brow raised, as did the corners of her lips. She hummed her pleased agreement.

“Thank you.” Mary felt a distinct thrill at the idea of—being in command, in control. She squeezed Evelyn’s hips and massaged small circles with her thumbs. “For this, and for everything. In a way, I feel like I owe you so much more than I could ever repay.”

Then she leaned down and kissed the spot just above the low neckline of her chemise.

“But I’ll certainly enjoy trying,” she mumbled against her skin, moving lower to kiss through the thin cloth. “And I intend to try for as long as it takes.”

She moved her hands higher, exposing Evelyn’s sheer, lacy undergarment that was already noticeably damp. But she didn’t touch there, skipping it entirely to travel the length of her torso until her fingertips met the soft curve of her breasts.

While she cupped and kneaded them below the cloth, she pressed her lips to the outline of one nipple. She laved it with her tongue, soaking the cloth while she gently sucked on the stiffening nipple.

Then she pulled back just enough for her mouth to lose contact and, gently, blew cold air along the wet cloth.

And the gasp from higher up sent a tingle down her own spine.

She squeezed a little harder, the hand on the other breast moving to hold all of it in her palm, slotting that nipple between her fingers so she could rub and pinch it. At the same time, she closed her mouth over the other breast and teased it with just a hint of teeth.

Her free hand journeyed back down, sliding between Evelyn and the bed to give one cheek the same treatment as her breast—holding it, squeezing it, digging her fingers in just a bit.

“Per—Permission to speak,” Evelyn gasped out.

Mary hummed before she lifted her head to look up. “Granted.”

“The dresser against the wall.” Evelyn turned her head to gesture as best she could. “There are some… instruments in the drawers.”

“Oh!” Mary couldn’t help a soft, breathless laugh. “Well, I will keep that in mind for if you deserve a treat.”

Of course, she was endlessly curious about these ‘instruments’, about what that meant and what they were and how she could use them.

But she was in charge. And she would investigate when she decided, not just because Evelyn suggested for her to.

Though, she wasn’t sure if she was doing this right. Was this sufficient teasing? Was Evelyn bored, and giving a friendly hint?

She wasn’t going to ask, didn’t want to break her control by showing weakness. So she opted to get an unspoken answer instead.

Her hand on Evelyn’s cheek moved back to the front to slip a finger between her folds, where she was delightfully greeted with so much slick wetness it was like it had rained in her panties.

“Hmm.” She sat up and brought her hand to her lips, licking the sharp, tangy arousal off her fingertips. “I wonder how much you want one of your little instruments.”

She pulled the undergarments down as far as they could stretch with Evelyn’s legs spread so wide. Then she leaned in and kissed her inner thigh, close but not quite there.

“I wonder which one is your favorite,” she mused aloud. “I suppose the only way to know would be to try each and every one.”

“Oh,” Evelyn whimpered, but closed her mouth to smother the rest of it.

“What is it you always say?” She kissed just a little higher. “Something like… don’t hold back those pretty little sounds?”

Evelyn gave a half-chuckle, half-moan.

And when Mary flicked her tongue through her dripping wet sex, she moaned, fully and without restraint.

The taste was different from her own—at least based on the time she’d tried it, just to test. Not sweet, certainly not bitter. Not something she knew how to describe exactly, other than that it was the taste of female desire.

She pressed in and closed her lips around the clit she’d come to know and adore. She sucked, gently at first, with just a few teases of her tongue against it.

And then she sucked harder, pressed the tip of her tongue to it and tried to massage the vague shape of a circle there.

Evelyn’s body shivered as much as it could with the restraints, her hips making an attempt at rocking against her mouth.

One hand moved to slip a finger inside her—where she was warm, and wet, and Mary quickly added a second to feel more of the sensation of Evelyn clenching around her fingers.

She felt around casually, continued to suck and lick and even graze her teeth against her clit. She pressed and massaged her fingertips everywhere except where it was most wanted, felt the velvety warmth of her, slid her fingers in and out at a slow pace to add a little friction.

All the while, Evelyn moaned and her thighs trembled as she tried to move, tried to wrap them around Mary the way her own body tried to coil itself around Evelyn when her skin felt too tight.

Then, so close, so near to the spot that she had come to know so well, Mary withdrew entirely.

“Let’s see about these instruments of yours,” she said, trying—and failing—to not sound as completely aroused as she was, to not let it show that she was just as soaking wet as the woman whose desperate cunt was leaking onto the sheets.

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the originals (you belong)

summary: The Mikaelsons family stumbles across a plot to assassinate the Prince. Despite Klaus’ judgement, you are determined to take on that challenge with the help of some magic. You demonstrate to them and to yourself that you BELONG!

paring: jake x female reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, slight smut/suggestive

word count: 7k

warnings: suggestive scene

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➳ part of the drunk & dazed series

a/n: i’m not a big fan of this work, i don’t know what it is but i feel like it could be better. I didn’t do my routine thorough read so forgive me for any mistakes. thank you for waiting for this member. enjoy and much love from babytaes. :)

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"This is not allowed, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

Hearing footsteps behind you, a hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shutting the door behind you as he gently pushes you up against the wall.

"Don't pretend you haven't been keeping an eye on me for the past few weeks. I'm sure you want it as much as I do, y/n.”

Licking your lips, you slap his hands off of you and make your way to his massive bed as you fall back.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's just your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaching the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you yanked his hand away from you and dashed to the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

“Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family"

It wasn't the finest decision to leave him standing there, but it was necessary for your protection. You wouldn't want to jeopardize the next person in line.

Even if something might have worked with him, the risk was too high.

Everyone should be cautious when they're among the Milkasons, including the youngest.

It wasn't all bad being with the Mikaelsons. They were like a second family to you, despite the fact that you had only met them millennium before. It was strange to find them on that fateful day.

You never know when the all-powerful Originals will appear on your doorstep and request to look after their brother.

It seemed strange. Right?

"Calm down, brother; we'll find a place." We wouldn't be in this situation if you quit yelling and spreading mayhem all over the place."

Klaus ignores his brother and knocks on a cottage door, rolling his eyes at him.

"Oh, Elijah, just shut up; you're just trying to prove me wrong."

Elijah straightens himself as he hears light footsteps approaching the door and approaches the madam who opens it.

"Hello-, your mother bowed down to them and swiftly looked down."

Elijah takes a step in front of his sibling, who is rambling to your mother. Nothing is audible to you. Even so, you see a boy from behind the corner. He appears to be your age and is hidden behind the towering man.

As he moves from behind the man and toward the back, you snicker and watch him through the windows as he approaches the back door.

As you walk through it, you come face to face with the curious boy.

"Hello, my name is Jake; how about you?" He extends his hand, and you eagerly examine it.

"My name is y/n." Do you want to join me in my game? "I don't have anyone to play with." As you drag him to your makeshift playhouse, you grasp his hand in yours and shake it hard.

You and he hit it off right away when you were outside. You didn't have many friends, so having someone to play house with was very entertaining at your young age

"Hey, come back," He said as he snatched your toy vehicle, making you and him giggle. "Give it back," you insist

The two men and your mother were standing by the rear door, staring at you two.

"I believe he will be a perfect fit. Don't worry, I'll do my best." Before summoning Jake over, Klaus and Elijah thanked your mother one again.

They said their goodbyes and walked away, and your memories were about to start.

---

You and Jake have been inseparable since then; it's always been you two against the world. Despite the fact that you and he come from two different worlds, you manage to make it work on occasion.

You stood far away from the commotion, watching the royal family squabble over royal matters. Jake had just been summoned, and you took a step back, not wanting to cause any disruption.

Despite the fact that they could clearly hear and see you, you continued to stand there.

"Brother, we wouldn't be in this stupid situation if it weren't for your inconvenient behavior once more."

Life is always tumultuous when you basically grow up with a group of originals. I don't think there has ever been a moment when someone wasn't screamed at, killed, or cursed.

It's always something with them.

Jake looks at you, rolling his eyes and making a variety of facial expressions. He loved his life except for this part.

His family

Your mother took him in and practically raised him when you were younger. You never understood why his family always left him behind. It seems like just because his family was on the run at the time they couldn't or didn't have time to look after him.

As a result, when he reached adulthood, he was able to take his rightful place in the kingdom, and because your family took on that responsibility, you were granted permission to remain in the kingdom.

I mean, the enormous rooms and countless bathrooms never get old, noo. Even though everything appeared to be all in good humor, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Feeling as if you've never belonged there

You were a vampire with most of their powers, but you lacked the "royal," and no matter how hard you tried, you could never fit into their mold.

You take one last look at the family, shake your head, and then walk away. You still have a lot of work ahead of you.

You arrive at your mother's room slowly and open it to see her folding laundry. As you approached her and sat down on her, her demeanor brightened.

"You do know you're pretty heavy, sweetie?"

"Mmh," you mutter under your breath as you roll away from her and to the ground. To pass the time, you take a shirt and begin folding it.

"Mom?"

As she continued to fold, she hummed a quiet yes.

"What made you decide to take on such a difficult duty as raising Prince Jake?" She let go of the blouse in her hand as she came to a halt and stared at you. She sighs as she takes a seat next to you and tells you about that fateful day.

Your mother was inside talking to the royal family as you played in the backyard with your new friend.

She dropped her head and gazed up at Elijah and Klaus, saying, "It is such an honor to have you both in my company."

Making their way over to the table, they all sat down and discussed ways of how you could best protect him.

"We don't know when or for how long we'll be on the run, but we're prepared to pay any charge if that time comes."

As Klaus' voice boomed over the table, she shook her head at them, her hand trembling.

"We have to get out of here; I sense them." Elijah gave his troubled brother a stern look and motioned him to leave. He was in a hurry and dashed out of the house.

Elijah reached into his back pocket and placed a bag of coins on the table. He swiftly thanked you after scouting the front entrance.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but forgive our ill-timed intrusion. I'll make arrangements for payments to come from the castle every week. I'd like to thank you in advance for everything you've done for us."

Elijah nodded before sprinting into the woods in pursuit of his brother. She smiles as you take it all in and grab the bag of coins from the table.

"This is for you, love, Rest in peace, my dear."

As she make her way to the back, she calls over the two rowdy children and embrace them in a hug. As she looked at them both, they both smiled. You watched as she squatted down and spoke, holding them in her hands.

"So those two lovely gentlemen who just came by were members of the royal family, as you may know y/n, and they have entrusted us to watch and maintain track of this handsome little boy," Jake squirmed around as his face reddened as you pinched his cheek.

"For the time being, we'll do our best to make this the best time for him." Before embracing Jake in an embrace, your daughter cast a glance at him. As you gazed at the scene in front of you, a warm flush spread across your chest as you imagined the days you three would spend together..

"So it was difficult at the time, and due to your father's death and financial difficulties, it was only a matter of time before we were thrown out on the street. So, aside from the age-old law of not disobeying the royal family, it was now or never."

Your smile crept across your face as you shook your head up and down. Your mother was your role model, the woman who always wore a grin on her face and never let the world bring her down. She was daring, loving, and brave, and she did it all despite the fact that she had recently become a single mother. Moms have a lot of strength.

"Ahh, I see. Dad would be incredibly proud of you and all of your efforts."

She grinned as she threw her shirt in your direction.

"Ahh- stop"

*Knock Knock*

As you and your mother stood up to tell them to come in, a guard approached you both and communicated a message.

"You are required in the Prince chambers, Ms. Y/n." You bowed down and pecked your mum on the cheek before taking your place behind the guard.

---

You thanked the guard as you entered inside the familiar area after arriving at the enormous set of bronzed yet golden doors. When you peek inside, you notice him lying on the floor; as you carefully approached his side, you smiled and hovered over him.

"You asked for me, right? I'm going to leave if this isn't something significant." Jake gently rises, his head resting on his gigantic bed.

"It's nothing major, but I do have a request," he says. As you faced him, your eyes widened. As he turned to face you, he exuded a princely radiance. He leaned forward and lingered near your lips, his gaze fixed on you.

You leapt to your feet, terrified and intrigued, and shoved him back as you took a step back.

"Excuse my language, Jake, but what the hell was that?" As he got up and approached you, he cocked his head to the side.

"My request?" He snatched your hands and held them in his. You'd never been caressed with such gentleness before. It was an unfamiliar sensation that made you feel warm but strange.

"This is not permitted, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

A hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shuts the door behind you and gently pushes you up against the wall, hearing footsteps behind you.

"Don't act like you weren't eyeing me these past weeks. I know you want this just as much as I do y/n."

You smack his hands off of you and make your way to his large bed as you fall back, licking your lips.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's simply your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaking the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you shoved his hand away from you and opened the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

"Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family."

As you turned the corner and ran down the corridor, you left him stunned and in disarray. You didn't stop running until you were outdoors, far away from the castle, in the fabled garden.

As you fall on top of the fountain, the tears won't stop flowing. The day was slipping away as your sobs drew the attention of a curious woman. It wasn't until she sat next to you and spoke to you that you realized it.

"One of those days, huh?"

As she stretched her hand to you, you shrieked and fell back on your hands, frightened and terrified.

"Sorry for scaring you, hun; I didn't intend to. Haven't we all had awful days? My name is Davina, by the way." As she helped you up to the edge of the fountain, you took her hand in yours.

"Thanks for asking, today is one of these days." "So, may I ask what the problem is?" she asked, smiling as she moved closer to you.

"I miss my father and all that made up his eccentric character. He would know what to do." you sniffled as you glanced up at the girl with a welcome atmosphere.

She leapt to her feet and squealed, extending her hand "I enjoy helping others. In this area, I do have the upper hand. Allow me to demonstrate." You took her hand in yours after a brief moment of hesitation.

You had never expected a witch to be able to assist you, but you were willing to try. She waved to her neighbor across the street as she unlocked her door. As she arranged her stuff, she turned on the lamp and signaled for you to come sit at her table.

"Please take a seat; I won't bite. Maybe" You chuckled as you sat in the wooden chair, having forgotten that the witches lived in this neighborhood. It's not like they were exiled, but you hardly had time to check in on them and the rest of the group.

Everyone looked to be so comfortable in their own little world. Why couldn't you seem to fit in anywhere?

"All right, all right, we're ready; don't worry, it won't hurt."

"What might hur-'' As the knife quickly passed across your palm, you felt a searing feeling.

'What the hell, Davina,' you exclaimed." She chuckled as she put yout palm over a stone bowl and watched the blood drip into it.

"Sorry"

As the blood began to bubble up in the stone bowl, you pouted. As her hands swiveled around the bowl, Davine began to speak phrases you couldn't comprehend. As your eyes blinked quicker, your head began to spin.

"What's going on?" you exclaim. When she opened her eyes, you could see white orbs replacing her natural ones.

"We're ready."

---

You passed out as you receded back into your chair. Awoken Davina took your hand in hers and escorted you outside. This time, though, things were different; the day had turned to darkness, and everything appeared to be dissimilar. The town has turned completely around.

"Where are we?" As she turned to face you, she laughed.

"A better question is when are we. The spell I casted transported us to a time when I hoped you would learn something new and put things into perspective." For the 23rd time today, she began to tug you. Your heart began to drop as you arrived at your house, well, the one in the past, as you beamed at that. As you let her hand fall from yours, your nerves were heightened. As you took a step back, you began to feel panicked.

"Noo-nooo wait, how did you do this?" you say as you fall to your knees and cover your eyes. You could feel her hands on your back as she gently caressed it.

"I know, it's crazy, y/n. I just pulled some old memories back to life. I won't leave your side if you're afraid." As you saw the familiar image in front of you, you slowly pushed forward.

"Just don't leave." As you walked through the front door, you held her hand in yours. Everything seems so blurry at this point; you were just a small child, and your life was about to alter dramatically.

"Hey sweetie, go tell your father to go get some firewood. Okay?" As you crawled down off the stool and out the door, you smiled. As he turned to face you, your little feet found their way to your father's side.

"There's my little princess. What exactly do you need?" He massaged your backside as he hauled you onto his lap.

"Mommy said to get wood, and I wanna come too, daddy. May I, pretty please." He sighed as he looked at his watch, it was fairly dark, but the wood wasn't far away.

"Yes, you are welcome to join me. You're a big girl now. So you gotta help daddy out, okay?"

As you and Davina stood on the sidelines watching everyone make their way to the woodpile, you wished you had done more for him.

"All right, sweetie, you can carry one and I'll take care of the rest." You squealed as you clutched a small, almost insignificant log in your arms. As he placed a twig in your batch, he gazed down at his girl.

"Daddy, I think that's all I can carry." As he and you both began heading back to the home, you both laughed.

As the horror grew, you turned around and began crying on Davina's shoulder. You knew what was going to happen, but you couldn't bear the thought of having to go through it again. As Davina turned to face you, you felt her hands on your shoulders.

"You must see for yourself. It is the only option."

As tears flood down your cheeks, you slowly open your eyes and look at the scene.

"Thanks for helping daddy, sweetheart." "Mommy would be so proud of you." He kissed you on the head as he knelt down to you.

"You're welcome, Daddy. "Now that I'm a big girl, I can do huge things." He smiled as he took another glance around. " As your mouth enlarged, you dropped your logs. Your father's life vanished before your eyes in an instant.

As his body went slack, he fell to the ground, and you began to scream. As words slurred from your mouth, he began to shiver.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" HELP, MOMMY." As he held you in his hug, your small body slumped forward into your father's chest.

Your mother's footsteps were quick to arrive as she knelt down and took up your father, holding him in her arms.

"Honey, I'm right here," she says. A tear streamed down his cheek as he glanced up at his beautiful girls.

"Never forget that I love you all." And then, as he fell limp on your mother's lap, life left his eyes. As you gazed up at your mother, the screams resonated across the forest. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

You had no idea what was going on, but you knew something had changed.

"What's wrong with daddy, Mommy?" She slowly turns to you, pulling you closer to her breast and kissing you on the head with moist lips.

"He's gone, daddy's gone."

----

"NOo, noo stop this. I don't want to remember this." As Davina chases you down, shouting out to you, you begin to flee the scene. You come to a halt and turn to face her, yelling at her.

"Is this a joke or something? Your spells, you witches." As you fall to the ground grasping your arms and gently rock back and forth, tears begin to flow from your eyes.

Davina finally reaches you and attempts to calm you down by wrapping her arms over your shaking body. Your heart felt like it was racing at 100 miles per hour and you couldn't stop it. Everything seemed a little too real. You didn't want to think about it.

It's not that you didn't believe it; it's just that you didn't want that memory to resurface in your life.

"Just wait and listen to me, y/n. I know it's horrible, but something good came out of it." You push her away from you as you leap to your feet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"How did something wonderful emerge from my father's death, who died in my arms? DAVINA, HOW DAVINA." Davina frowns as she walks around, taking your hand in hers and leading you somewhere.

"You weren't the only one whose loved one was taken from them." You look up at her and stare blankly at her as she comes to a halt at a familiar location.

"How did we end up in front of the castle?" As inaudible sounds flow from her mouth, she begins to swirl her hands around. You stand there in astonishment as you are whisked away to someone's private quarters.

You and Davina both walk into a room where a young boy is crying into the chest of someone. As you recovered consciousness, you noticed that you were surrounded by the Original family, or at least some of them.

"We couldn't get the remedy to her in time." You stood there watching Klaus thrash around as he collided with a vase that shattered on the ground.

You shifted closer to the young kid as you observed him as his brother shouted out to him, "Niklaus." As the rest of the family walked out in tears and small sniffles, you shifted closer to the young child.

Jake was there; you had no idea his mother had died. It had never been mentioned before, so you were taken aback.

The little boy crawled onto his mother's chest as he sobbed into her chest.

"Mommy, come back to me, please."

"I'm ready to leave right now." You took her hand in yours and gripped it strongly. You were prepared for anything the world could throw at you now that you had this new knowledge. Although it was painful to revisit that memory, you chose to use it to your advantage.

Your father raised a fighter, not a wimp. You wanted to honor his memory rather than mourn it, and I feel Jake should as well.

"This is for you, Dad,"

With that, you were transported back to reality, and you found yourself back where you started. You instantly stood up and exited her room.

"Hey, where are you going?"

You came to a halt, raised your head, and shook your head, saying, "Acceptance."

She waved you off with a smile on her face. You brushed yourself off as you walked out of her house, mentally preparing yourself for the road ahead.

----

You felt more alive when you woke up in this house. Although the work was endless, you earned something greater than it all, A friend. Your mother groaned as you rolled over and landed flat against her backside.

"Mmmh, mom, I think it's time for you to get up." "Mmmh, five more minutes," she mumbles as she yawns on your shoulder. As your body moved up off the bed and towards the blinds, you giggled. You chuckled as you let the blinding light move into the room as you heard your mother's nasty shrieks.

"Sweetie, it's Saturday; it's a free day today. Go hang out with your friends." As you fall to the floor, she kicks your body off the bed. You giggle as you walk towards the shower, scoffing at her acts and mumbling words to her.

"Have you noticed, Mom, that I only have one friend?" You chuckle as you take a step into the shower and let the suds run down your body. As you wash slowly, your thoughts begin to wander.

You were reminded of your previous outburst with Jake as the water flowed over your body.

"Shit"

You felt the chilly air hiss against your body as you stepped out of the shower and hastily wrapped a towel over your body from the shelf. You noticed that the girl in the mirror had a different smile. She felt happier and more grateful.

You cried out to your mother as you opened the door and entered the frame.

"Yes, darling?"

"Get ready. I'd like to take you out for a picnic." She grinned and drew you in for a hug while cocking her head to the side.

"That would be fantastic. I'll take care of everything. You don't worry, okay?" You grinned as you shut the door behind her and returned to your self-pampering.

"It's going to be a terrific day today."

As you rested your head on your mother's shoulder, you held the picnic basket tightly in one hand and your mother's hand in the other. It was moments like these that made you long for your small family. You spread the blanket on the ground and placed the goods on it as you chuckled.

"My two lovely ladies are here." When you raced towards your father, he stretched his arms open wide for you. Your mother took out her little camera and snapped a candid shot of you two.

"Don't forget about me," as she made her way over, your father pressed a kiss on her lips as you all sat down on the grass.

As you stumbled towards the basket, your little fingers pointed to it, saying, "Mommy, open". Before you saw the glorious fruit in front of you, a small pebble made its way in your path as you trip on it.

As a result, your father gracefully caught your small body in his grip while you giggled.

"My princess, you need to be more cautious. I can't have my pretty girl all beaten up."

You chuckled as you kissed his forehead and said, "OK, daddy, me be careful." You dashed over to your mother's side as he let you go, and she handed you a strawberry.

Your smile widened as you jumped up and did a small dance as you bit into it. Your parents stood there in astonishment as they watched you eat some more fruit.

"Is it good y/n?" You giggled as you ran around them, shaking your head up and down, as they simply watched their exuberant kid spout forth incoherent words. They smiled.

'I love you, honey,' she said. Light kisses on her temples were exchanged by your father while your mother rested her head on his lap.

"I will always love you."

Finally, with everything in place, you sniffle and wipe a stray tear from your eyes. Your mother immediately turned to you and rubbed your arm as she drew you closer to her.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"I miss him," you said as you drew closer to her.

She smiled as she rocked you back and forth, kissing you on the head.

"I miss him as well. This brings back memories of our picnics with him." As you reached for the basket, you shook your head. Before removing the famed strawberries, you smiled. You chuckled as tears streamed down her cheeks after delivering them to your mother.

"Thanks for this, y/n." You were both crying as you rested your head in your mother's lap before entwining your hands.

"Anytime mom, but I do have to get going. I need to speak with someone, and I'd prefer to do so now before the situation escalates."

Before biting on a plump strawberry, she laughs and smirks.

"Tell Jake I said hi." "Wait, how did you know?" you start to stand up as you freeze in place.

As she pushes you toward the gate exit, she shakes her head at you. You blow a kiss to her, embarrassed and honestly surprised, as she yells at you.

"Use protection."

You cringe as you race towards the gate, not even looking back. You came upon a guard at the entrance who winked at you as you stared at him.

"Oh, Mark, shut up." After saluting you, he chuckles and returns to his former stance. Making your way to his chamber, you slowly knock as you hear his voice on the other side of the door.

As you slowly come in, you notice him at his desk, working, and you move your glance in his direction.

"Oh, look who it is?" As your lips fell, his eyes rolled at you.

"Hey," you say as you approach him and take a seat in one of his sofas. They felt like marshmallows, and you spent your days and some nights in them.

"Let me explain before you go all pouty and stirred up." He doesn't even move as he goes about his business. You kick his chair while rolling your eyes at him, eliciting a yelp from him.

"Fine, I'm listening, what?" he says, smiling as he scoots over to you and places his hand on his lap.

Not only did the close proximity make your heart race, but his position didn't help matters either.

"So, for starters, I'd like to apologize for my outburst. We both know if they're a problem we can freely discuss it. That's something that's been on my mind for a while and has now exploded, but it's not your fault. I just don't think I belong."

He approached you with a puzzled expression on his face as he moved forward. You look around, worried, as you cough.

"What?"

"What you just said made me pause because you and this family know how important you and your mother are to all of us, especially to me. I'm sorry you feel that way. My family can be difficult at times."

As you push past him and land on his colossal king-sized bed, you scoff "Yeah, tough how about, protective, vengeful, murderous, and hot-headed? That's a lot better." He laughs as he pushes you over and lays down next to you, a little closer this time.

"I can't argue with that, but you still love us. Right?"

"Yeah, I do love yo-" As you rolled over and smacked your hands in your face, your eyes widened.

"Yeah, go ahead and spill your secret y/n."

You kicked him as you rolled back on your side, facing him, rolling your eyes. As his hand landed on your leg, the newfound electricity between you two shifted.

Before his hand lightly moved up your leg, he grinned at you. He came to a halt and stared at you, waiting for a response. You softly shook your head as he continued as his hand came to rest on your chin.

"You must have been waiting a long time for this one, dude, ain't I so attractive," you chuckled before scooting closer to him. Before extending his delicate hands towards your lips, he reddened.

"Shh, also what happened yesterday? You said this wasn't right, didn't you?" As your desire overtook you, you became irritable.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, people change Jake." you said as you drew him closer to you and your lips smashed together furiously. As he pushed you over, you both synced up quickly, and he was on top of you in no time.

"Oh how the tables have turned," says Jake. You had definitely changed as your body craved for his touch even more. As you threw your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you, his lips never left yours.

His shirt was ripped off and dropped to the ground in a flash as he touched yours, hoping for a response.

"Yes, you may remove it." He stopped and peered at you, chuckling, as he slowly pulled it above your head. You subconsciously flew your hands to your chest, concealing your body.

This was the first time a boy, much less a Mikaelson, had seen you half-naked. Jake's mouth falls open as he rushes to unlatch your hands.

"Hey, don't hide your beauty, because I love each and every part." That made you grin as you approached him and kissed him on the lips.

"You haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet, and already you're behaving cringy. Maybe this was a mistake." As you begin to rise, you smirk. Jake grabs you and pins you down before you can even get a foot off the bed.

"Wait- stop, wait, don't go" You chuckle as he kisses your frigid body while you squirm under his touch.

"Ahhh, please stop tickling me...ahh." He comes to a halt in his actions to look at you for a little moment.

"I can't believe we've reached the point where we've gone from friends to lovers. It feels like some teenage drama."

(Am I right readers, don't we all love a trope like this... I know I do.)

This isn't a book; it's real life, and can we please get back to making love? Jake, the readers are waiting." He continues to laugh as he gently removes your bra as he completes the last clip.

He didn't have time to marvel at the beauty in front of him as you placed your hand on his hardening spot. This elicited a tiny moan as he swirled his lips around your soft nips.

"Mmmh, wow, don't stop, that feels great." You quickly remove your jeans and underwear while his tongue works its magic, placing his hand within your folds.

"This is my first time; wow, I'm not sure whether I'm doing it correctly." Wow!" As a moan explodes from your throat, you laugh.

"Stop playing me; you're making me laugh. I'll show you the way." He finds a groove in your folds as he pushes faster and deeper, striking a familiar area, while your eyelids roll back.

"AHHHH, Jake, right there." As your back arches off the bed, thrusting deeper into his finger, your body reacts perfectly.

A knock on the door is heard just as your high reaches you, and you both pause and look behind you.

"Prince Jake, you have been summoned to the royal room to receive a message." Before Jake speaks to him, you both remain silent for a few moments.

"Thank you very much; I'll be out for a minute."

Before he turns to face you, you cover your lips with your hand. Before pulling away, he bends forward and kisses you on the forehead.

"You're not going to finish me off, are you? You can't stick and dip; it doesn't work like that." You start arguing with him before he bends in and kisses your folds.

"I have to get going, and if I'm late, I'm toast. You did mention that my family is what now-" You shake your head as you push him off your body and start putting your clothing on.

Another knock is heard as the door slowly begins to open and a familiar face appears. Jake rushes to conceal your half-naked body as Elijah walks in.

As you lowered your head and snickered, it felt like a million pairs of eyes were on you. Jake covers your body with a blanket before pulling up his pants and walking towards the door.

He flashes a big grin at Elijah before crossing his arms and stepping closer to him. "My dear brother, keep your indiscretions to yourself," he yanked his handkerchief from his pocket before handing it to Jake. Another familiar figure arrived in front of the entrance as he saw the chaos unfold before his eyes.

Kol appeared behind Elijah before chuckling as he crossed his arms, "well, well, well looks like someone having fun." He gave you a wave as he walked out of the room, smiling to himself. You turned away and mentally slapped yourself as soon as he said it.

"We'll be out in a second. Please visit us again." Before turning around, Jake slammed the door shut. While yelling under his breath, his reddened face brought you your garments.

"Please forgive them; they enjoy barging in here unannounced. I'm sorry if they saw anything." You're hauled up by him before you can secure the button on your jeans. He kissed your lips as he assisted you in putting on your shirt.

"Okay, I'm definitely not going to get tired of those." You kiss his lips once more as you pull his shirt closer to you.

"Mmh, your lips are soft. As you approach the door, you take Jake's hands in yours before gently pushing it open.

“We will definitely finish this later.” As he plants a kiss on your hand, he smirks. Before enlarging your gaze, you licked your lips.

You moan under your breath, "Oh, I can't wait," as Jake discreetly lays his palm over your mouth.

“You’re already a mess for me, aren't you?” He comes to a halt in front of the door and cups your face in his hands, kissing your hungry lips.

“As much as I would love to kiss you,” you say as you rest your palm on his chest and giggle. "Let's hurry up because I don't want them to come back and dagger you." He took your hand in his and led you to the throne room.

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Jake strides over to his family's gathering and excuses himself, letting go of your hand. You took a step back and stood next to Mark, who was looking at you with a curious expression.

"So...how did it go?" Then, after a brief scan of the area, you struck him across the shoulder with your fist.

"Aren't you guards supposed to be quiet? You do know we all have vamp hearing." After chuckling at your remark, he returned to his job.

Besides Jake and I, Mark was the only person around our age with whom we both became close as we basically all grew up in the castle. Although being the only female in the group, they made up for it.

We all had our own ways of having fun in those late evenings, so there were many nights of loud laughter and sticky fingers. Those were the days, but now Jake had his royal duties, they were a thing of the past. Everyone seems to be set in their ways.

When your name was called, you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts. They didn't seem to know you were there, but you knew it was true when Mark bumped your arm.

"Uh.. yes. I'm here, your majesty."

Walking over to the gathering, you stood next to Jake as you heard his booming voice; still to this day, you could never get over that.

"So, y/n, you and your family have been so kind to not only the Mikaelson family, but the entire kingdom. And we thank you for your service, but we've heard rumors that my father is planning to travel to our country to assassinate our future heir."

You exhale, your body trembling as you clasp your hands behind your back. You weren't old enough to recall certain details of the attacks.

This was how horrible it was

As he gazed down at you and winked at you, he entwined his fingers behind your back and whispered, "It's going to be okay."

As he stepped up from his throne, Klaus began again, "So, once again, I'd like you to protect and guard him while we're out; you've had plenty of training for this, so I'm confident you'll do fine. Finally, you are responsible for whatever happens to him."

He was now directly in front of your eyes as he kept a wary eye on your flimsy frame.

Thanks for the extra pressure.

Jake gave him a gentle push back as he walked in front of you and coughed "Okay, don't scare her. We've got a lot of security in place, and I'm an original here who can take care of myself. I don't want to put anyone at risk, especially y/n."

As he acknowledged you specifically, it warmed your heart. He squeezed your hand not only to show that he was paying attention, but also to make you feel comfortable and secure.

Klaus grinned as he walked away from you, both of you speaking in a condescending manner.

"Our father has not and will not stop if we are alive in the past centuries, and now that you are of legal age, he is coming to take advantage of that opportunity. Our father's reign is far from done. After all, it's more for y/n than for you. Take a look at her. Do you believe she'll be able to defend YOU?"

Your heart stung as you gasped in pain as you yanked your hands from his grasp. As you took a step forward, tears welled up in your eyes. You coughed as you drew Klaus' attention, enraged and honestly taken aback.

"No one has the right to treat me like an outsider just because I'm not a member of this family. Instead of making trouble and fleeing, why not stay and fight like a brother once in a while?I've done more for Jake than YOU could possibly do.

You turned and walked away from the family, tears streaming down your cheeks. A hand grabbed your wrist as you flung it off of you. Before exiting the room, Elijah caught Klaus just as he was ready to explode with wrath.

"This meeting is over. After 30 minutes, we'll be on our way." As you raced away from Jake, he called your name.

You heard shouts of anger from Jake as he yelled at Klaus.

However, he has never been able to see what you and your family went through to safeguard his prized heir. They were going to get a guard if they wanted one, and a good one at that.

You vowed to prove to them, and particularly to Klaus, that you belonged here.

You got to a familiar area and pounded on the door, enraged, as she approached the door.

You hurried by her and sat down, your hand outstretched as you glared angrily at her. "Oh hey—," she said. As she sat down gently across from you, she rubbed her chin and arched her brows.

"Okay, no hello or nothing. That's awesome, what's up?"

"I'd like to see him; please, show him to me right now." She chuckled, as if she'd read your mind. You wanted to prove yourself to someone. And he was the only one who had a clear idea of what needed to be done.

She sliced your hand and poured the liquid into the stone bowl as she spoke. You sat up straight and became ready. As soon as you closed your eyes, you were transported somewhere else.

---

Davine touched you on the shoulder as you sat up straight and followed her instructions by moving forward.

"You just have a few minutes, so work quickly. This is a difficult spell that becomes weaker by the second."

You stood up, shook your head, and walked over to the man perched precariously on the ledge, his feet dangling dangerously in the air. After a few minutes of sitting next to him, you began to become worked up.

"I was curious as to when you planned to pay me a visit. Princess, how are you?" As tears welled up in your eyes, you turned around in astonishment. He looked exactly the same as he did that night. His black slacks matched his stained white collared shirt.

He was perfect, still

"I miss you, dad." Upon entering his embrace and taking in his smell, he extended his arms and welcomed you in. The lingering woody smell filled your nostril as you held onto him tighter.

"Hey, love. Whatever you're going through right now, I have complete faith in your ability to get through it. I didn't raise a wimp; instead, I raised a powerful warrior. Don't allow them get to the point where they're controlling your thoughts. What is it that I usually say?"

"Life struggles are necessary for growth."

You continued his sentence with the words "life struggles are necessary for growth." He pecked your head and held on for a little bit more.

"Y/n we have to go; the spell is slipping."

When your father saw you, he got to his feet and stood up. His hand went to your face as he noticed all your new features. He seemed intent on studying you, as if he wanted to make up for the time he had lost by not seeing you.

"I'm very proud of the women you've grown to be. I'm so proud of you, y/n. Remember that and know that I am always here for you." As a tear rolled down his cheek, he pointed to your chest.

You gave him one more hug as you raised your eyes to see his face.

"I love you, dad."

"Princess, you have my undying love. Now go out there and confront the world. Fighting for you always."

Davine held your hand as she guided you back to the present moment in time. You observed his disappearance as you bid him farewell by waving.

As soon as you regained consciousness, you hugged Davine and thanked her for her time. Afterwards, you left.

"Don't worry, y/n you got it. I've had my fair share of the Mikaelson family, so don't fret. I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath and then made your way back to the castle, smiling as you did so.

You already knew who you were on the inside; you didn't need an all-powerful family to confirm it for you. You only needed a little nudge to remember who you truly were on the inside.

The princess in your father's eyes.

"Thanks, Dad, this one for you."

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spnheartfic · 3 years

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Pairing: Eddie x reader

Word Count: 1052

A/N: So @firemedicdiaz wrote THIS fantastic ficlet which is what inspired this. She also betaed this!! This is a continuation from hers so you will want to read it first. Enjoy! ••••••••

Eddie continued to hold your hand while you waited, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. He encouraged you to keep taking deep breaths as best you could. While it wasn’t doing much to slow your heart rate, it was keeping your already-slightly-low oxygen level from dropping further. Within a couple minutes, you could hear the sirens approaching in the distance. A minute later, the wailing stopped as they pulled up in front of the house.

He squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I’m going to go let them in, okay?”

Despite not wanting him to leave your side, you hummed in acknowledgement. He pressed a quick kiss just above your hairline as he stood. As the door was pulled open, you heard him greet the team. Anxiety flared once again as you realized it wasn’t the 118.

Closing your eyes, you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths in an attempt to stay calm.

“Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, tentatively, as he took your hand once more.

Opening your eyes, you smiled softly at him before looking at the medics now standing before you. Eddie released your hand and moved to stand behind you, out of their way. He laid his hand on your shoulder so you knew he was still close. They quickly introduced themselves, Dawn and Alec, as they knelt beside you.

“Your heart is giving you some trouble today?” the one to your left, Dawn, asked.

You nodded, immediately regretting it as the dizziness intensified. “Damn it,” you cursed softly. “Yeah, it won’t slow down.”

Alec reached to grab your wrist and you lifted your hand, silently granting him permission. His fingertips quickly found your radial pulse and he looked at his watch to count, exactly as Eddie had only a few minutes earlier. As he released your hand, he asked, “And has this happened before?” He glanced at the pulse oximeter on your finger, clearly noting the reading before he replaced it with their equipment.

“Yeah. It usually only lasts a minute or a Valsava will help. But I tried it today and it didn’t do anything,” you explained.

“She said has been treated with Adenosine in the past,” Eddie added.

“So then you know how this is going to go.” She smiled, sympathetically. “May I?” she asked, grabbing the blood pressure cuff. You lifted your arm in silent agreement. She wrapped the automatic cuff around your bicep and started a reading. “We’re just going to check your vitals and get you hooked up to the monitor so we can see what’s going on.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and felt Eddie run his hand over your head and down your back. You absentmindedly brought your hand up to run across your sternum again to try and soothe the discomfort.

“Are you having chest pain?” she asked.

Dropping your hand back to your lap, you answered, “No. It’s just an uncomfortable feeling.”

Alec grabbed your wrist again. “I’m going to put in an IV, alright?” You tried to suppress the groan and looked away from him as he wrapped the tourniquet around your arm. You felt his fingers move softly across your inner elbow before the cold alcohol swab. “Just a little pinch.”

“Just keep breathing,” Eddie soothed, squeezing your shoulder firmly to ground you. “You’re doing great.”

“All set,” he said, as he secured the line in place. “We’re going to have you move over to the stretcher now. Can you walk or do you think you’re too dizzy?”

Dawn had moved it closer so it was only maybe three steps. “I can do it.” Eddie moved beside you and offered you his hand, you took it so he could help you stand. The dizziness intensified with the position change and you gripped Eddie tighter for a moment to keep your balance. You felt another set of hands on your opposite arm and lower back as the dizziness subsided slightly.

As you got settled, you noticed Dawn standing by your side with the monitor leads in hand. Feeling your anxiety spiking once more, you quickly asked, “Would it be okay—,” you hesitated. “Can Eddie do that, please?”

She looked to Eddie for confirmation he was okay with that. You saw him nod before he moved around next to her on your left side. He leaned over to press a quick kiss to your forehead before taking the leads from her. He made quick work of getting them in place.

All three of them turned their attention to the monitor. You closed your eyes, trying to mentally prepare for what you knew was next.

“Definitely looks like SVT, as expected,” Alec stated.

Eddie had taken your hand into his once again and was murmuring soft reassurances and calming words.

“Okay, we're going to push the meds now. You ready?” Dawn asked.

You took a deep breath. “As I’ll ever be.”

“It’s in,” she announced, but your fingers were already tingling and there was a tightness in your chest that followed seconds later. Nearly as quickly, the tightness subsided. You groaned as you felt your heart continue the same racing rate. “Straight back into SVT.”

“We’re going to try one more time, okay?”’ Alec asked.

You hadn’t even noticed that your breaths had become short gasps. Eddie placed his hand firmly on your cheek accompanied by a few soft shushes. He waited a moment for your eyes to meet his, “Deep breaths, cariña.”

Nodding, you took a shuddering breath before following Eddie’s lead to slow your breathing. “I’m ready,” you said, glancing at Dawn.

Once again she pushed the meds and the tingling and tightness washed over you. It felt like it lasted a bit longer than the first time and you gripped Eddie’s hand with all the strength you could muster. This time as the feeling subsided, you realized so had the uncomfortable feeling of your racing heart.

“Sinus rhythm. Much better. What do you say we get you to the hospital now?” Alec asked.

Part of you wanted to tell them you were fine now and didn’t need the trip but one look at Eddie told you he knew what you were thinking and wasn’t about to agree. Instead you nodded your agreement and reminded yourself once more that everything would be fine with Eddie right by your side.

#eddie diaz x reader #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 fic #eddie diaz fanfiction #reader insert #9-1-1 reader insert #9-1-1 imagine #mine

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pedros-mustache · 3 years

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fiddle

summary: you can’t help the fiddling. it’s become a habit ever since your wedding day. you just hope he doesn’t mind...

a/n: no official canon yet? that’s okay—i’ll make my own!

you do it without realizing. you do it completely unawares. at this point, it’s just muscle memory: the reach, the slip of your thumb and pointer finger around his left hand, the fiddling.

it starts on your honeymoon. you lie with your head against his chest, your body perpendicular to his, heavy white gown fanned out along the mattress. you’re tired, damn near exhausted. no one prepared you for how draining the happiest day of your life would be: the sore feet from standing so long, the aching cheeks from smiling too wide, the upset stomach from only managing to grab a tiny bite of cake and flute of champagne the whole afternoon. as much as you want to be railed into the following month by your new husband, it’s hard to keep your eyes open, even as marcus recounts the story of nearly losing the wedding bands before the ceremony.

there will be plenty of time for newlywed sex once you get to hawaii. for now, you just want to bask in the newness of it all: in the strength of your husband’s rising and falling chest beneath your head and the weight of a ring on your finger.

you reach for his left arm, drawing it away from where it lay draped over your stomach. you unfurl his relaxed hand and squeeze the wedding ring—wide and prominent—around his ring finger. you wiggle the piece of jewelry slightly, just to see how easily it would be slide over his knuckle. it remains snug, and you grin.

tilting your head back, you glance to the side, and you smile wider when you see marcus looking down at you. you smooth the pad of your finger over his wedding band again. “my husband,” you whisper.

he nods, drags the thumb of his free hand along the underside of your jaw. “your husband.”

now, over ten years later, it’s just a silly habit.

when you’re standing in the grocery store, waiting to line your items on the conveyor belt, you will reach for his hand and toy with his ring while he inspects the candy display.

when you’re sat beside one another at the movies, his left hand on your knee, his right arm slung around missy, you push and pull on the ring, tugging it back and forth across his knuckle.

at parent-teacher conferences, in the airport, at the post-office, or fancy restaurants—whenever the urge strikes, you twine your fingers around his and fiddle with the outward expression of his love for you and you alone.

he’s never really said anything about it, seemingly accepted it as a harmless coping mechanism or self-soothing strategy. still, you sometimes worry the habit makes you look possessive and maybe you are. but with a husband like marcus, who wouldn’t be just slightly territorial?

you confront him about it one evening after missy goes to bed. she’s a precocious little thing—like you, marcus says—so you hope she hasn’t slipped out of her room to listen to your conversation from the top of the stairs as she has done before. there are some things you’d prefer be kept between your husband and yourself.

you find marcus on the couch, a recent football game replaying on the television. his legs are spread wide, one arm flung backwards over the furniture. there’s a half-empty beer bottle on the coffee table, sat atop missy’s third grade christmas gift of a cork-board coaster decorated with puffy paints and plastic gems.

you approach from behind and slide your hands down his chest, tucking your face in the curve of his neck, peppering whatever exposed flesh you can find with soft kisses. he hums in amusement and drops his phone to hold one of the hands pressed against his cotton t-shirt.

“what’s this for?” he murmurs, twisting his head to try and catch your mouth with his.

you avoid him as you say, “just ‘cause i love you.”

his smile is lazy, domestic, as he squeezes your palm. “come here.” he cocks his head for you to walk around the couch, and you do with ease, slipping into his lap with practiced grace.

marcus kisses you square on the mouth, and you resist the urge to sigh into his touch. even after so long, he treats you like he’s just met you, like he can’t wait to discover you and your body with his entire being.

you pull away and press your palm to the space below his collarbone. “marcus, can i ask you something?”

“we aren’t getting a cat,” he says flatly.

you shake your head. “that’s not what i was gonna ask about, but i do think that would be a good opportunity for missy to learn some extra responsibility.”

he lifts an eyebrow from behind his glasses. “i thought we weren’t talking about that?”

you wave the topic away with a roll of your eyes. “whatever.” drawing in a breath, you bite your lower lip before lifting his hand, just as you always do, and fiddling with his wedding ring. he watches you intently, no sense of urgency or frustration in his gaze as you tarry. “does this—” you start. “does this bother you?”

“what? you in my lap?” he pats what part of your ass hangs off his thigh. “nah, baby. doesn’t bother me. i asked you here, didn’t i?”

“no, i mean this.” you lift his hand, his ring still caught between your thumb and pointer finger. “when i play with your ring.”

“oh.” his brow pinches as he considers, and your heart freezes, waiting for him to tell you that yes, it does bother him; yes, he’d like you to stop. finally, he just shrugs. “no, doesn’t bother me.”

“really?” you tilt your head like you don’t believe him. “i do it a lot.”

“yeah—and i smack your ass a lot.”

“it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable? like i’m marking my territory or something?”

marcus’s face eases into a soft smile, and he lifts his hand to cradle your cheek. “i wear that ring because i want people to know that i’m yours. i kinda like it when you fiddle. reminds me of our wedding night...”

at a loss for words, you lean forward and press your lips to his. his tongue darts out, requesting permission, and you easily grant him access. how could you not? you curl your arm around his neck, pulling him closer, and he shifts so you can straddle his waist. you’re lost in him, in his love, in his hands skimming your waist, in knowing he is perfectly perfect for you in every way.

missy’s disembodied voice suddenly interrupts the heated moment. “hey! when you guys are done being gross, can we talk about that cat?”

marcus pulls away from your mouth with a groan, and you laugh.

“well, at least she’s persistent,” you whisper.

it’s marcus’s turn to roll his eyes as he shakes his head. his lips still brush yours when he speaks, and you giggle at the tickle of his mustache when he says, “sure hope that comes in handy one day.”

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #we can be heroes #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pm writes

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tiffdawg · 3 years

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I’ll Be Your Princess Too | A Fennec Shand x Reader Story

Gif: @bestintheparsec

Pairing: Fennec Shand x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 2.6k

Rated: E | Warnings: NSFW – explicit sexual content, Fennec gives the strap, cum as lube, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk. Open relationships; reader is also involved with Boba Fett. Mild language. 18+ only.

A/N: I promise this isn’t Boba slander, but Fennec does get a couple good hits in. Also, the reader’s relationship with Boba is left undefined but I want to make it clear that she doesn’t cheat on him. They have an understanding of sorts that works for them. The reader is also bi/pan/whatever suits you best! I just know my little bi heart would want both of them.

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I’ll Be Your Princess Too

You tiptoed out of the quarters you shared with Tatooine’s newest king and through the dark halls of the underground complex. Boba was sound asleep after a particularly grueling day. You’d coaxed a few details out of him when he’d first retired for the night, but it was much the same as every other day. While he was a cunning and perceptive leader, he had little patience for the more diplomatic aspects of his position. He’d often remarked to you that some problems were better solved with a blaster. That night you’d suggested he vent with his own frustrations not with words but action. Reclining on his bed, you parted your legs and offered yourself to him. He accepted with a genuine smile.

Judging by the silence that had fallen over the old Hutt castle, that was hours ago.

Slipping into the commissary, you scoured the cabinets for something small to quell your midnight cravings. You selected a dish of muja fruit imported from Naboo. It was something of a delicacy in the Outer Rim. Biting into the ripe flesh, the sweet juices flooded your mouth and you hummed in delight. So lost in the flavor and the solitude offered by the late hour, you startled when the mechanical door behind you suddenly slid open.

Fennec Shand watched you from the threshold. The former mercenary was a woman to be feared across the galaxy and in your months at the palace, you’d quickly learned that nothing slipped past the sharpshooter’s perceptive gaze. What she was looking for in you, you had no idea.

“What are you still doing up, princess?” Chills erupted across your bare skin despite yourself at her subtle mocking. The endearment always felt different when it slipped past her lips. When Boba bestowed it upon you, it settled in your heart. When she said it… well, it struck something deeper. Something you didn’t understand.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied quietly. You cursed your voice for failing you. Around Shand, your confidence gave way to an uncertainty and hesitation that was unlike you. When she didn’t give so much as a shifting expression in response, you held out your plate of fruit in silent offering.

Unaffected, she moved deeper into the room to fetch her favorite spotchka, quickly uncorking it and drinking straight from the bottle. If history had any bearing, you figured that was the end of your interaction and you turned your attention back to your fruit. But after she’d taken a long pull, she spoke again.

“Then Fett didn’t fuck you properly.”

You gaped at her. You weren’t surprised at her cutting assessment or cool delivery. What confused you was the hint of a challenge lacing her tone and shining through her dark eyes. A challenge you returned.

“Think you could do better?” you asked, excitement stirring inside you.

Shand didn’t say anything for a drawn-out moment as she eyed you. Before you could even start to worry that you’d misread the situation, the corner of her mouth quirked upward in the smallest hint of a smile.

“Yes.”

… . …

From your position on your back, reclined against the single pillow on her small bunk, you watched Shand’s every move as she strapped on the harness. Wearing only a thin black tunic and a pair of sensible briefs, it was the most you’d ever seen of her and you catalogued every scar that marked her skin. They were signs not of her weakness but of her strength. Of her survival. Your eyes were drawn back to her hands as she turned to you. Anticipation swelled in your belly as she tightened the straps with a little more force than strictly necessary. She was showing off. For you.

Anticipation turned to pure arousal when you saw the size of the dildo she planned to fuck you with. “Oh, gods,” you sighed around a hysterical laugh. With the back of your hand thrown over your eyes, you attempted to compose yourself.

“Is my cock bigger than Fett’s, princess?” she asked. You peaked at her and found a smile fit for a Loth-wolf. The first real smile you’d seen on the woman and it was for you.

“Well,” you started as you searched for a diplomatic answer. You were not really one to talk about your lover’s prowess with others. Compared to her toy, what Boba lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth. “He is rather well-endowed, but I think you will satisfy me in an entirely different way.”

She nodded, apparently pleased with your answer. Kneeling on the bed, she hiked up your white silk shift and pulled your matching panties down your legs, knocking your knees apart in the process.

“You’re still dripping with his cum,” she observed, nonplused. She swiped a hand through your soaked folds. Locking eyes with you as she stroked her cock, Shand issued her final warning. “I’m going to make this messy little cunt mine.”

You clenched around nothing at her words and she laughed at your body’s reaction to her. Shand traced her tip through your folds and around your clit, teasing you until you writhed under her, whining in frustration. Her cockiness only turned you on. You felt her notch her tip at your entrance and you took a deep breath as you waited for her to enter you. Then, with a serious look and a raised brow, she asked for your permission.

“Fuck me,” you breathed, nodding your consent. “Show me you’re more than just talk.”

You got exactly what you’d asked for.

With a roll of her hips, Shand sheathed herself in you. You cried out, body arching off the bed and begging for more. Without waiting for you to adjust – not needing to you as you’d been properly stretched out and prepared by Boba earlier – she pulled out and slammed back in again and again, punching the very air out of your lungs. You glanced down between your bodies to where her body met yours. Every time she withdrew, you caught a glimpse of your arousal coating the dildo. It only made you wetter and you groaned at the sight as you fell back against the bed.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as you gasped for breath. “Yes, yes, yes!”

With each stroke, she went deeper and deeper inside you, filling your aching pussy like no one ever had before. You savored the slap of her thighs against the back of yours as she pounded into you. The first tears pearled at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t wipe them away. You wanted her to see what she did to you and your whimpers only spurred her on.

“You like it when it hurts a little, don’t you?” Fennec asked. Her cool demeanor reflected the way she fucked you. She was in control.

You nodded against the pillow with a dizzy little smile. You lifted your slip, bunching up the fabric to reveal your chest to her. You keened under her gaze as she admired the way your tits bounced in time with her thrusts. Putting on a show for her, you squeezed and fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples until they were hard and perky. She wasn’t one to say much but when her hands gripped your hips tighter, hard enough to leave bruises Boba would see later, you knew she liked it.

And you… you liked her.

“Fennec,” you pleaded, speaking her name perhaps for the first time, “kiss me.”

Pushing your knees to your chest, she bent over you and slotted her mouth against yours. Her tongue licked at the seam of your lips, seeking entrance you granted easily. Her lips were surprisingly soft and moved perfectly with yours. Like you were made for each other. Your chest hollowed at the taste of her and you cupped her cheeks, unwilling to part for a moment. It was like you’d spent years wandering Tatooine’s dry desert and only her kiss could quench your thirst. By some miracle, she only deepened the kiss.

Even as she kissed you, Fennec’s hips never stopped their steady pace and you felt yourself cresting higher and higher at the deeper angle. You encircled your arms around her neck, wanting to hold her close. But when she shredded against something divine and you threw your head back in pleasure, lips parting from hers as desperate, breathy moans escaped you.

Eyes screwed shut, you focused on the sensation of her breath against your skin, her body moving with yours, her cock filling you deliciously. It was all too much. Then Fennec gripped your chin and forced you to look at her. You noticed the sweat on her brow and the few strands of hair slipped out of her perfect plait. She commanded you through gritted teeth. “Cum on my cock, princess.”

Without warning, she changed her tactic, abandoning her deep thrusts to focus the head of her cock on that spongy soft spot inside you. As you came, falling apart with a wail for the whole castle to hear, you soaked her and the sheets. Every nerve in your body burned as pleasure licked through your veins like wildfire. You willingly succumbed to the inferno, body and soul.

Eyes still shut and ears ringing, her name fell from your lips as a whisper. Fen, Fen, Fen. Your tight cunt squeezed her length as she fucked you through your orgasm, yet she kissed you with a gentleness you never knew she was capable of, breathing air back into your lungs.

When you finally slipped back into consciousness, Fennec pulled out carefully. Before she moved off the bed, she stopped to admire her work. Your pussy was still pulsing and you could feel the dampened sheets beneath you. She looked down at you with half lidded eyes and her head held high and you knew she was proud. She only had one word for you. “Mine.”

“Only if you can share.”

She shrugged and moved away from the bed to take off her harness. “Can he?”

“We have an understanding.” She didn’t say anything, but she was pleased with your answer. She must’ve expected it.

A moment later, she returned to you. She laid on her side with a bent arm propping up her head and watched you come down from your high with a satisfied smirk. You mirrored her position. Even the dim light failed to soften her as she relaxed next to you. Fennec looked as powerful as she did with a rifle in hand. But you were starting to see what laid beneath her hard exterior.

Reaching out carefully, you dared soothe a hand over the toned muscle of her arm, across her strong shoulder, and down her sweat-slicked chest. Cupping her breast, you squeezed the tender flesh through her tunic. Fennec’s lashes fluttered at the gesture though she resisted the temptation to let her eyes slip shut and give in to your touch. But you felt the way her breath hitched beneath your hand. Exhausted and perfectly sated, you were on the verge of sleep and yet you wanted more. You wanted her. “Fen,” you called to her softly, as you circled her hardening nipple through her shirt with the pad of your finger, “I want to make you feel good now.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” she smirked, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Then take your clothes off and spread your legs for me,” you suggested with a smile.

“No,” she replied tersely. You were confused for a moment before she continued. “I want to sit on this pretty face.”

You beamed at her. “You think I’m pretty?”

“I don’t know how Fett puts up with your mouth,” she mumbled. But there was no bite to her comment. You liked this new playful side.

“I’ll show you.” You licked your lips. “Let me taste you.”

Pushing you on your back, she kissed you soundly. Only when the two of you parted for air did you notice she’d wriggled out of her briefs. You tapped your finger on your lips, and she obliged you, quickly moving to straddle your face. The thought crossed your mind that she could probably crush you between her thighs if she was so inclined, but you decided that was the only way you’d want to go.

With a soft touch, you caressed her thighs, encouraging her to open up even further for you, and ran your hands up her body. As your fingers brushed the hem of her shirt, you hoped she’d take the hint and strip it off. Surprisingly, she listened. Now almost completely bare to you, your eyes darted across her body to take her in. She still wore a black band that covered the biomechanics in her midsection that allowed her to live. It was nothing short of a miracle that she was with you that night and you couldn't help but think that she was as beautiful as she was strong. You tucked that thought away for another time

“I like your perky tits, Fen,” you cooed instead as you kissed a hot trail across the inside of her thigh toward her center. For the first time since you’d met Fennec, her cheeks rouged, and a burst of confidence surged through you. Sliding your hands around to her ass, you pulled her cunt to your mouth and sealed your lips to her slick core. You hummed against her and pulled away just to tell her how sweet she tasted before diving back in. Her breathy little moan was reward enough.

You flattened your tongue against her folds a few times before swirling the tip of it around her clit. You suckled the little bundle of nerves and her thighs clenched around your head. As pleasure seemed to overtake her, she ground her core against your face, and you focused your attention there. You pulled delicious sighs from her, the like of which you didn’t know she was capable of, as you devoured her until she was shaking above you and coming on your tongue.

Before she could slip away from you, you kissed her clit. She rolled her eyes at you but smiled. A flustered Fennec was a sight to behold. As she moved off your face, you sat up, arms wrapping around her as you kissed her stomach, her tits, her neck, and then finally her lips, letting her taste herself. “See?” you murmured against her lips, “You’re actually very sweet.”

She sighed but relaxed into your hold for a moment.

“Let’s clean up,” she suggested eventually.

“I’ll be ready for round three after,” you said around a yawn as you stood on shaky legs.

Fennec looked puzzled over your tally for a moment before she scoffed. “So, Fett only lasted one round?”

“He was tired,” you defended.

“And so are you.”

You failed to hide your surprise when she guided you back to bed but you knew better than to question it. You prized your place in Boba’s bed and beside his throne, but he wouldn’t miss you that night. As the two of you slipped between the fresh sheets, a flash of uncertainty crossed her face.

“You’re his princess,” she said quietly, as if thinking out loud. But it was a needless worry.

“I’ll be your princess too,” you promised.

Perhaps in a rare moment of sentimentality, Fennec gathered you into her arms and kissed you. One kiss turned into two and then three. You couldn’t tell how long you lied there together, lips coming together and pulling apart again and again.

“Oh, my sweet Fen,” you whispered, “I’m going to fall in love with you.”

“Maybe I’ll let you,” she teased. But you knew what she really meant. Somehow, you’d slipped past her hard exterior. And somehow, this woman you’d hardly exchanged more than a few words with, only ever admired from afar, had a hold of your heart. You’d always known you were someone with too much love to give.

“Sleep, princess,” she commanded gently.

That time, your heart soared at the endearment.

... . ...

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ Hongjoong: All I need (oneshot)

Genre: mild angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x Mafia!Reader (fem)

Warnings: mentions of guns, dry humping, riding, and clit play.

"Y/N, Hongjoong wants you in his office in ten minutes," San informed you while arranging a stack of papers.

"Why?" you questioned, glancing up at him from your laptop. He shrugged in response. "Okay, I'll go after I finish this," you said, continuing your work of finding a couple of drug peddlers.

After completing half of your work, you made your way to Hongjoong's lavish office. You knocked on the large double door, entering when you got his permission.

You weren't surprised to see Hongjoong's personal assistant bending over his bocote wood desk, her cleavage on full display for him. Hongjoong didn't seem bothered, but it did bother you a lot. After all, the mafia boss is your significant other.

You cleared your throat. "You wanted to see me?" you said to your boyfriend who was scanning you from head to toe because of the new outfit you were wearing; he thought you looked absolutely stunning in the red dress that fell to your mid-thigh and hugged your curves.

"Can't you see we're busy here?" his assistant said, and you controlled the urge to roll your eyes. Sometimes you wished everyone knew about your relationship, but it was dangerous as you could be used as Hongjoong's weakness by his enemies. Even people at his mafia organization couldn't be completely trusted.

"I don't give a fuck," you said to his assistant before turning to your boyfriend. "San said you wanted to see me."

"Yes, I had something to discuss with you," Hongjoong stated before glancing at his assistant. "Could you leave us, Jina?" she rolled her eyes but obeyed him, having other work to do. She gave you a disgusted look and walked out of his office, purposely swaying her hips more, shutting the door harshly behind her.

"If you don't fire her, I'm gonna personally put a bullet into her head," you said in a stern tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You know she's the best for this job, baby. I can't fire her." Of course, you knew that, but you still felt quite uncomfortable with her working with your boyfriend, considering that they used to fuck and only stopped once Hongjoong started dating you which was only four months ago; she also tries to seduce him on a daily basis, but Hongjoong doesn't even glance at her.

"Lock the door and come here," Hongjoong ordered, patting his lap. You locked the door but chose to sit on one of the sofas in his office. Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "That's not where I asked you to sit."

"I know," you answered. Hongjoong got up from his chair, making his way towards you. He sat down beside you, pulling you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure you wouldn't get off his lap.

"I'm aware you dislike Jina, but you have nothing to worry about," he said. "Are you still uncomfortable with her working here?"

"Of course I am, Joong," you said. "She's always constantly throwing herself at you. She even gets to go with you for all your business overseas. For all I know, she could be giving you the best suck of your life when I'm not around."

Hongjoong chuckled, kissing the skin below your ear. "There's only one person who can give me the suck of my life and that's you. Your pretty mouth takes me so well."

You snorted, looking away. "That's probably what you told her as well," you muttered.

Hongjoong cupped your cheek, making you look at him. "I know I've got some history with her, but trust me, you're the only one I want and need," he stated, gently stroking your skin with his thumb. "She could spread her legs wide for me, but she could never capture my heart like you did. You're all I need, baby."

Your heart raced at his words and you crashed your lips onto his, wrapping your arms around his neck. Hongjoong immediately kissed you back, pulling you closer to his body by your waist. He traced your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission which you happily granted. Without breaking the kiss, you moved to straddle his lap, hands moving to his hair. Hongjoong's hands gripped your hips, pushing you down onto his growing bulge, making you let out a small moan while he moved you on his bulge. He broke the kiss, trailing kisses from your lips to your neck, easily finding your sweet spot that was so familiar to him. He sucked on it gently, not wanting to leave any marks for now. His hands moved down to your bare thighs, caressing your skin, before he pushed your dress up to your waist. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants, quickly freeing his hard cock. You got off of him and took your panties off, tossing it onto the space beside him before you came back to your previous position. You both had to be really quick, knowing someone could interrupt at any moment.

You pumped Hongjoong's cock before lining it with your entrance. You gripped his shoulder while sank down on his length till the end. You gave yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size before you started bouncing on him. Hongjoong gripped your ass, helping you move faster on him. You bit your lip, preventing yourself from moaning when he started slamming you on his cock. You threw your head back when you felt him hitting your spot. "Fuck!" he groaned when your walls clenched around him repeatedly.

"Joong, I-I'm close," you said when you felt the knot forming, eyes closing due to how good you felt.

"Me too." Hongjoong licked his fingers before rubbing your clit in circular motions, giving it small taps and applying pressure to it. He gave your clit a slight pinch before rubbing it in an up and down motion. The pleasure was too much and you reached your high the second Hongjoong asked you to cum for him. You let him cum inside of you as you were on the pill, and you continued riding him for a few more seconds until you collapsed onto his chest.

You lifted your head up to look at him and he loved how your face looked post-orgasm. "Fuck, I love you," he confessed, bringing your lips to his. You smiled against his lips, kissing him back for a few seconds before you got off of him, reaching for your panties. You quickly used his office's bathroom and fixed your appearance.

"Do I look okay?" you asked Hongjoong who was now sitting on his chair, fiddling with his handgun. He nodded his head with a smile, admiring you. "You look gorgeous, Y/N." You chuckled and walked over to him, placing a quick peck on his lips. "We have a date tonight, don't forget."

"Wouldn't miss it," he said with a smirk. You placed one more kiss on his lips before you started to leave.

Your hand paused on the door handle. "Oh and Joong?" you turned around to look at him with a smile.

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

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eliselovely · 3 years

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Canine Matchmaker

Words: 2819

Warnings: p in v sex, oral (f receiving), they don’t really know each other in this, stranger danger irl but this is fiction

New Years Eve night was usually a night spent with friends, getting drunk and eating way too much snack food while waiting for midnight. Not for you though, you were happy to make yourself dinner, pour yourself a glass of wine and cuddle up on the couch with your dog to watch movies. The first two steps of that plan had gone well, and you had just let Basil, your pitbull shelter dog outside. You wait a few minutes before checking on her, she usually finishes her business pretty quickly in the winter time, not wanting to stay out in the cold for too long. However, tonight she was taking longer than usual. Going over to your patio door, you look around your backyard but you don’t see her.

“Basil, come here girl!” you call for her, stepping outside. You take a moment to listen for the jingling of her collar but you don’t hear anything. “Basil come!” Again nothing.

There was a snowstorm that was just beginning, and you were starting to fear that she had gotten out of the yard. If that was the truth, then you’d be in for a stressful night. The temperature outside was hovering around freezing, which meant that the roads would be coated with slick ice and the holiday meant that it was unlikely that the city would send out many plows. If you were going to drive in search of Basil, it had to be soon. Triple checking the yard, just in case, you find the fence gate slightly ajar, the last piece of evidence you needed to be sure you were making the right decision to get in your car.

“Fuck,” you grumble, going back inside to get your purse and keys. Donning a pair of snow boots and a heavy coat you head out to your car.

As almost an afterthought, you text a few of your neighbors to see if they’d keep an eye out for her. Driving slowly, you start to circle the neighborhood, going block by block making sure to be careful around corners, the roads getting more and more slippery by the minute. Visibility was also rapidly decreasing as the heavy snow continued to fall. You had just started to panic when you got a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” you answer, trying to keep your voice from shaking in panic.

“Hi,” comes a male voice, “I think I found your dog, this number was on her collar.”

“Yes! Oh my god, is she ok?” you ask.

“Yeah, yeah, she was shivering pretty badly, but I gave her some water and she’s settled on my couch under a blanket.” the man said.

“Oh thank god,” you breathe out. “Can you text me your address so I can come pick her up?”

“Definitely,” he confirms. “Drive safe, it’s getting pretty bad out there.”

“Thank you,” you say and hang up.

As soon as the man’s text comes through with his address, you punch it into google maps and you’re on your way. You pull up to your destination a few minutes later, a quiet stretch of townhomes just a few miles from your home. You sent him a quick ‘I’m here’ text and hurried up to the front door. The man who answers your knock had to be the most attractive man you had seen in real life, and in other circumstances, you would have flirted.

“Hi,” he greets. “Please, come in. Basil is in the living room, she’s pretty worn out.”

Kicking the snow off your boots, you step inside. As if she could sense your presence, Basil comes trotting into the entryway causing you to drop to your knees, giving your previously lost companion as much affection as you could.

“Hi baby,” you say to her, turning your head away from her attempts to lick your face. “Hi, yes thank you, I missed you too. You worried me naughty girl.”

You hear the man chuckle lightly at your one sided conversation, you had almost forgotten he was there.

“Thank you so much for taking care of her,” you say, standing up again to face him.

“Absolutely no problem. I’m Frankie by the way, Frankie Morales,” he says, offering a hand for you to shake.

You shake his hand and introduce yourself in return. The two of you make small talk for a short while, and when you do leave, you find the snow storm has picked up considerably, roughly an inch and a half of fresh, wet snow.

“Shit,” you breathe. “Driving is going to suck.”

“If you want,” Frankie starts, “if you want, you can wait it out here and see if it lets up a bit, the plows will be out soon and make driving a whole lot easier.”

“If you don’t mind, that would be great,” you say. “But I am going to send my location to some friends just in case you’re a psycho or something.”

Frankie chuckles again. “I’d expect nothing less. You want a drink or something?

The two of you end up in his living room, chatting easily and flirting over a few beers, Basil comfortably dozing between you. Your thoughts start to wander to what you would do if you had met Frankie at a bar, how you probably would have chatted him up, or maybe he would have beaten you to it. You don’t realize you’ve zoned out until you hear his voice, calling you back to the present.

“Hey, you still with me?” he asks.

“Yeah, sorry,” you say. “Just got lost in thought is all.”

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“Not to answer a question with a question, but can I say something sort of forward?”

“Shoot.”

“You can totally stop me if I’m overstepping, feel free to kick me out if yo-.”

“Hermosa, what is it?”

You take a second to pluck up the rest of your courage, flushing at the nickname he called you.

“If we had met at a bar, I would have invited you home with me,” you confess, flicking your eyes up to meet his heavy gaze.

“Oh yeah?” he encourages, obviously knowing exactly what he was doing. “What would we have done?”

“I would have had you fuck me until I couldn’t walk,” you say bluntly, leaving the pleasantries until you had your response. Frankie didn’t respond at first, just took a sip of his beer never breaking eye contact.

“And what about here?” he finally says. “What if I were to invite you upstairs so I could do just that?”

“Well then, I think I’d tell you to show me a damn good time,” you say.

Frankie slowly leans forward to set his beer on the coffee table, taking yours from your grasp and doing the same. He stood in front of you, offering his hand to help you up. His touch is gentle as he places a large hand on the side of your cheek, taking a small step closer as he presses his lips to yours. You had barely a moment to bask in the feel before the two of you were being startled apart by Basil letting out a particularly loud snort in her sleep.

“I think that’s her way of telling us to get a room,” you joke, giggling lightly.

“If you say so,” he says, and before you have a chance to comprehend what he said, you are being swept off your feet into his arms, one strong arm around your back and the other under your knees. He gives you another quick kiss before starting up the stairs, presumably towards his bedroom.

He gently sets you down on the soft down comforter, giving you the first real kiss of the night. One you can truly take your time to enjoy, it’s slow and passionate, but with an undercurrent of obvious lust. You feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, politely asking for permission to do more. You gladly open for him, loving the taste of his mouth.

“Frankie,” you moan into his mouth, your brain no longer being able to form full thoughts.

“You want more Hermosa?” he asks, hands sliding down to caress and squeeze your breast making you arch into his touch. “Yeah?”

“Please,” you whine, embarrassed at how desperate you sound.

“Alright Sweetheart, I’ll give you more,” he promises, pulling you upright again to pull your sweatshirt over your head and tossing it somewhere to be found later. “My god you’re gorgeous,” he says running his hands across your bare skin, reaching around you to unclasp your bra. He lays you back down again, attaching his warm mouth to one of your nipples, his fingers pinching the other one.

“Fuck yes,” you breathe out.

You feel his grin against your skin, delighting in giving you pleasure. Pulling his mouth off with a pop, he moves further down, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off along with your panties.

“Damn, I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he says.

“I know a better use for that motor mouth of yours,” you tease in a moment of clarity. You hold his gaze as you slide your legs open further, exposing your dripping core to him.

“So fucking sexy,” he all but moans.

Leaning down again, he kisses your lips, and from there leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down your chest and abdomen. Placing a kiss to each thigh, sending you a wink before licking a thick stripe through your folds up to your clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips, his short facial hair scraping against your inner thighs.

“Ah, yes Frankie,” you moan.

Without warning, he sinks his index finger into your pussy causing your hips to buck up into his mouth in response. You card your fingers through his hair and hold him tightly to your sensitive heat, your moans growing louder as he continued. Frankie adds another finger, hooking them upwards and stroking your g spot.

“Right there!” you exclaim. “Fuck, right there.”

Frankie chuckles against your cunt, the vibrations just adding to the pleasure he was giving you. The familiar coil in your core was growing ever tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

“I’m close,” you warn in between breaths.

“Cum for me Hermosa,” Frankie groans against your clit, sucking even harder and pumping his fingers even faster.

The coil in your belly snaps and you cum on his fingers, letting out a loud, lewd moan as you do. He pulls fingers out of you, licking one more long stripe through your folds.

“You taste so good Hermosa,” he praises, kissing up your body reaching your mouth yet again. You love tasting your release on his lips.

“Frankie,” you say, desperate to feel him inside of you. “Frankie, fuck me please.”

“As you wish Hermosa,” he grants. “You want to ride me?”

“Yes!” you exclaim. “Oh my fuck yes!”

Frankie chuckles again and stands to undress himself. His golden skin glowed in the lamp light, the small dusting of hair on his chest looked soft to the touch and you couldn’t wait to run your hands across his skin. You let your eyes wander downwards as he strips his pants away, a dark, well groomed happy trail leading to his substantial cock. You feel your pussy clench at the thought of having it inside you.

“You like what you see Hermosa?” he says with a sly smile.

“Dear god yes,” you say almost in a whine.

He grabs a condom from the bedside table and rolls it on before settling on the bed. Once he is ready you sling one leg over his abdomen, straddling him. It is your turn to lean down to kiss him, the remnants of your cum still detectable on his tongue. You pull away and reach behind you to line his cock up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto it. The two of you groan in tandem at the feel of it, the stretch of his cock inside of you dancing on the line between pain and pleasure.

“You’re so tight Hermosa,” he praises, “so warm.”

You moan at his words, grinding your hips down against him. Bracing your hands on his chest, you start to bounce at a steady pace, Frankie’s hands on your hips helping to guide you as you take your pleasure. His resolve is straining as he resists the urge to fuck up into you, not wanting this to be over too quickly. He slides a hand up to cup one of your tits, the other moving to rub your clit, hoping to coax another orgasm out of you.

“Come on baby,” he groans. “Cum on my cock.”

You clench around him as you cum again, your nails digging into his skin leaving crescent shaped marks. His fingers rubbing lazy circles on your clit as you come down from your high, your fluttering walls providing the perfect sheath for Frankie’s rock hard member. Collapsing against his chest, you press your lips against his, happy to explore his mouth with your tongue. After a few moments, he bucks his hips up into you a few times before flipping you onto your back, careful not to let his cock slip free.

“You ready for more Hermosa?” he asks.

You nod, not trusting your mouth to work well enough to form words after two intense orgasms. He starts slow, savoring the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him. He steadily builds up his pace until he’s fucking you with reckless abandon, one hand squeezes your tit, the other arm braced above your head, his weight resting on his forearm as his hand stroked your hair. You felt yet another orgasm building as he slammed his hips into yours, he was grunting in pleasure with every thrust.

“Frankie, I’m gonna cum again,” you gasp.

“Do it,” he orders. “I’m close too.”

His cock hits that perfect spot inside you once, twice, three times and you’re sent hurtling over the edge, clenching down hard on his cock. As his hips start to falter, you’re hit by a wonderful thought.

“Frankie,” you moan.

“Yes Hermosa?” he replies, breathless and panting.

“I want you to cum on my tits,” you confess.

He answers you not with words, but rather with a loud groan and a quick searing kiss. He pulls out of you and tears the condom of his weeping length, stroking it rapidly as he positions himself over you. Reaching up, you place your hand over his, helping to bring him to climax.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his hot cum shooting out to land on your tits and chest. You look up with a large smile on your face, your thumb rubbing slow circles on the back of his hand, both of you still trying to catch your breath.

“That was amazing,” you pant.

“Mmm, to say the least,” he says, his voice almost at a whisper. “I’ll be right back to clean you up Hermosa.”

You hum in response, contentedly laying on his large bed. He comes back with a warm washcloth, gently dragging it over your skin cleaning away his release from your chest and yours from between your thighs. Before returning to the bathroom to return the washcloth, he places a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Gorgeous,” he states.

A chill washes over you and you are suddenly hyper aware of Frankie’s missing body heat. Rolling off the bed, you spot your discarded sweatshirt near the edge of the bed. Just the few steps it takes you to reach the piece of clothing shows you just how sore you are, and how much more you would be later. The thought makes you smile as you pull your sweatshirt over your head.

Frankie reenters the bedroom soon after, still gloriously naked.

“Hi,” you mumbled into the kiss he gave you.

“Hi,” he responds. “The snow is still coming down pretty heavily, and it doesn’t look like the plows have been out. So it looks like you and Basil are going to be stuck here tonight.”

“Worse things have happened,” you joke. “Do you have a pair of sweatpants I could borrow for the night?”

“I’m sure I can find something for you.”

He goes to his closet then, pulling on a pair of boxers and a shirt before digging out a pair of sweatpants before tossing them to you. As you pull on your discarded panties and his much too large sweatpants, you hear the jingle of Basil’s collar as she comes up the stairs.

“She’s quite the matchmaker,” Frankie laughs.

“To say the least,” you giggle, squatting down next to your canine companion.

“Hey,” Frankie says, pointing at the clock on his bedside table.

“Happy New Year,” the two of you say simultaneously, laughing at the absurdity of tonight’s situation.

#pedro pascal #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #triple frontier #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — Seven: Humanity

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person's relationship with his son. You've heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You've felt his pain and anguish and you've never been able to relate to anything more. But things don't come easy for you, and they certainly don't come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, reader is a virgin.

Word count: 6,300>

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Max stood outside, his back pressed against his car. He closed his eyes as the morning sun warmed his skin - only it felt more like an unpleasant, burning sensation. He felt a fire of anguish rife within him. He was furious. How had he let all this happen? How had little Maxwell Lorenzano let this happen? He scrunched up his nose in disdain as a single tear slipped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He had nobody to blame but himself, and that’s what hurt the most. He had come so close to losing everything. He could still lose everything. You had preached to him about how Diana was symbolic of hope and that she’d never judge him, yet, Max couldn’t help but feel like she was judging him. When she told him that the consequences of his actions lay in his fate with Alistair. And in that moment, he felt so undeserving. He was a bad man who had done bad things and maybe he just wasn’t cut out to be a father. Maybe Alistair would be better off with Julianna. Maxwell found himself losing hope.

You were still inside, looking over some documents about Dolos’ dreamstone that Diana had been collecting. She explained to you that most of it had been provided by her old friend, Dr Barbara Minerva. Dr Minerva was a gemologist, according to Diana, who had looked into Romulus’ dreamstone just a few days ago. “Where is she now?” you asked Diana as your finger traced the sketch of the stone. At least you knew what exactly you were looking for. A gorgeous citrine stone with Greek scripture engraved into it.

Diana smiled faintly, but the glaze in her dark eyes were not lost on you. “She’s gone.” Diana whispered, looking into the distance.

“Oh Diana, I’m so sorry,” you frowned, placing a gentle and comforting hand in the small of Diana’s back. “Did Max know her?”

Diana took a sharp breath. “Yes.” she said coldly, before spinning around on her heel and walking over to her desk. You wanted to prod further and find out more but you noticed how stand off-ish Diana had become over your brief mention of Max and his relationship with Barbara. You figured it might not be best to push it. At least not right now.

You hadn’t stopped thinking about Maxwell and you were aware that he had been standing outside for quite a long while. You hoped that he was okay. You sighed, taking Diana and Barbara’s research and composing it into a pile for you to take away. “I should be going then. If we want to catch the flight to Athens.” you shrugged with a caring smile. Diana glanced back at you.

“Did my mother grant you permission to come here?” Diana asked, quirking her eyebrow.

You bit your lip nervously. “No,” you admitted. “Queen Hippolyta believed I was foolish for wanting to come here. I told her I had my calling but she didn’t care. My mother Hestia granted me a secret passage. Queen Hippolyta hasn’t been the same since you left.”

Diana nodded knowingly before saying your name gently, almost cautiously. “My mother didn’t grant you permission to come to the world of man because you’re too powerful.” Diana informed you. Her face hardened and she had become incredibly serious. You knotted your eyebrows in bewilderment and slowly shook your head.

“I- I don’t understand.” you said weakly. Too powerful for the world of man?

“You are the daughter of Zeus and Hestia. You are a goddess,” Diana smiled, cupping your face with her hand. “I’m only a demi-God, I have half the power you have. I can be here. But to have a whole Goddess walking on this earth, utilizing her powers… you’re playing a dangerous game. I’ve read about this in ancient Amazonian mythology. It would lead to the world’s destruction.” Diana explained quietly. “I would never want to harm this world.” you reassured Diana, pulling out of her grip and narrowing your eyes in disbelief.

“I know,” Diana hushed you. “I know you would never want to harm this world. But it’s not about what you want. It’s about the inevitable. Do you think Maxwell wanted to cause all the death and destruction? All the hate and war?”

“No of course not.” you replied.

“But he did. And now he’s… dealing with the aftermath. You might be here to help Maxwell and that’s okay. That is your duty. But you cannot stay. You must return to Themyscira once this is over with. You have to.”

“Yes but Max-” you began to protest but Diana cut you off.

“Once you fulfill your calling and bring him and Alistair together, you will have satisfied your duty as the goddess of home and hearth. You have no reason to stay, right?”

She was right. No reason to stay. But shit- you had become so attached to Max Lord and his son, you never even considered the fact you might have to leave them. It wasn’t even a ‘might’. You were going to have to leave them eventually and you didn’t have long at all. “Right,” you confirmed sadly, but trying to remain as composed as possible. “But I don’t even know how to get back to Themyscira.” you sighed.

Diana grabbed the rope of your lasso and traced the patterned ridges in between her father. “By combining both our lassos, I can create a one-way portal back home. When all this is over, you know where to find me,” Diana promised. Your heart ached. You felt nauseous. And you knew now you had to go outside and face Maxwell. You had to tell him. Your mind was racing as you wondered how he’d react to the news. “I know how you feel...” Diana said softly before looking out the window and into the sky above. “Once you’re back home, you’ll miss him. You’ll think about Max every single day. Just like I think about Steve.”

You didn’t even know how to answer, you were hurting too much. You knew Diana was only looking out for you and what was best for the world of man, but this wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you stay? Why did you have to leave Maxwell? You picked up the papers and held them close to your chest. “I’ll see you in Athens, Diana.” was all you said, before leaving the Smithsonian.

Maxwell saw you approaching before you set eyes on him. He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath before giving you a small wave so you knew where he had parked his car. As he caught your attention, a bout of relief washed over you. He was beautiful - his hair golden under the sun and the gold rings on his fingers sparkling as the rays of light bounced off them. He made you feel safe and happy. But as you got closer to him, you began to feel afraid. Leaving him was going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

The car ride to the airport was difficult. Maxwell hadn’t put the radio on this time, and so the journey was filled with an unwelcome silence. Every few minutes you would take a shaky exhale and try and work up the courage to tell him what Diana had told you. About how you couldn’t stay. You had to leave. But even before you said anything, you could cut the tension with a knife. He wasn’t okay and you knew it.

-----

“Flight RD270401 from Washington D.C. to Athens, Greece, is now boarding from gate 8.” echoed the airport speakers overhead. With your hand pressed against the cold window glass, you looked in awe at the airplane. It was unlike anything you had ever seen before. You looked back at Maxwell, who was pinching the bridge of his nose, talking to one of the airport employees. She was clearly saying something he had no interest in hearing. He shook his head to whatever she had told him, and he wiggled his finger at her. The conversation ended with him signing an autograph for her and then sauntering towards you.

You had managed to swindle your way past passport security thanks to your trusted lasso of Hestia, but Maxwell was still anxious you'd somehow get stuck in Athens without a passport and wouldn't be able to return to D.C. back in time for the court hearing. You tried reassuring him that everything would be alright, but he had a stubborn mind and he was already worked up from what Diana had told him earlier. That the consequence of his actions lied in the fate of his and Alistair's relationship. He knew that couldn't be good.

“She changed our one-way plane tickets to return tickets, so we have two days to get the dreamstone and then we must head back to D.C.” Maxwell informed you with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. Only two days in Greece, and then it was back home to prepare for court. And then you had to go. He had barely spoken to you since the museum. You understood his stress and you missed hearing his sweet voice, but you didn't want to push him to talk about what happened back there if he wasn't ready.

"What did it cost you?" you asked hesitantly.

"She just wanted an autograph and my number," Maxwell shrugged, narrowing his eyes in the direction of the airplane. He was trying to read the docking gate number. "Come on, that's our flight."

Even though Diana had clearly explained that the world had forgotten about the broadcast, he couldn’t shake his guilty conscience. It felt strange- people still approaching him and asking him for autographs, giving him attention. It only added to his feeling of shame.

Maxwell walked hurriedly and you felt like you were practically chasing after him. There was hardly a rush. The airplane had just landed. "Your number?" you asked curiously.

"So she can call me." Maxwell explained further, his voice stone cold and emotionless. His comment was abrupt and to the point. It wasn’t a big deal. She might have believed she had a chance to go on a date with Maxwell Lord, but she really didn’t, and Maxwell knew that. He had more important things going on, and besides, his mind was already unwillingly preoccupied with you.

"Why would she want to do that?" you asked and Maxwell scoffed. He knew you weren’t accustomed to the nature of exchanging numbers and what that meant, but his frustration was increasing by the second. The thought of getting on a flight made him feel anxious and uneasy. He hadn’t been on a flight since he used the President’s chopper, Marine One, to fly to the bunker. Every little thing was reminding him of the incident and it was traumatic. Maxwell hadn’t even prepared himself for the chance of coming into contact with the dreamstone again.

"Jesus, do you have to question everything?" Maxwell snapped, abruptly halting in his footsteps and turning to you. You froze, your blood running cold as you sensed his anger. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling timid, and ducked your head down. He shouted at you, and the ferocity in his voice made you feel small and vulnerable. "I'm sorry," Max sighed when he saw the change in your conduct. His heart sank in his chest, knowing that he was to blame for your demeanor. Just like he was to blame for everything else. "Let's just get seated, okay?"

You didn't reply, but followed him to gate 8 in silence as you queued up to get your tickets checked so you could board. Everything about this experience was brand new and awe-inspiring. You had watched many airplanes jet off into the sky and fly into the clouds above. Despite being so far away from home, you found comfort in knowing that both you and the Amazons were underneath the same sky. You had never felt so close to them.

Maxwell was truly more than happy to help you find the dreamstone. He knew it was something you needed to do, and after all, you were helping him with Alistair. You had warned him that if you didn't find the dreamstone, it could cause the world to end. The world had almost ended just a few days ago before Max had renounced his wish. It was serious. But to Max, all that mattered was Alistair. Even if you successfully destroyed the dreamstone, if he lost custody of Alistair then his life would be over. Alistair was his whole world. His only reason. He couldn't lose him. His life depended on it.

Just as you got strapped in, a flight attendant walked by. "Ah, are you two on your honeymoon?" she smiled, her blue eyes glittering. "Two seats in first class have just opened up, if you'd like."

"Yes!" Maxwell exhaled sharply, unclipping his belt and then reaching down to your lap unclip yours and pull you up. He needed the luxury of first class. It brought him a sense of normality.

“What’s a honeymoon?” you hissed, looking around the cabin.

“Just pretend we’re married, okay?” Maxwell hissed back before putting on a fake smile to present his charming exterior.

As the air hostess guided you to first class, she swooned over Maxwell.

“I love your infomercials,” she cooed, placing her hand on his arm and tracing the curve of his bicep. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest. “The part where you’re on a yacht and you say that thing about how you don’t need a business degree to get started is so inspiring. And sexy.” she sighed longingly, fluttering her dark eyelashes.

Before Max could reply, you grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. He looked at you, his eyes widening slightly with shock. Maybe he was always going to be taken aback by your touch. You made him feel a way he had never felt before.

“Yes,” you smiled leaning over to take her hand off Maxwell. “My husband is very talented.”

There was no denying the way Max’s heart raced at your words. He swore he’d never remarry after Julianna. He’d also sworn that he’d never fall in love again. But then you came into his life and things changed. For a second, he actually imagined what it would be like to marry you. He imagined a life where he could show you off on his arm. He could treat you, spoil you, kiss you all day and all night. He imagined you looking over Alistair. He had already become familiar with the maternal side of you. As his mind wandered, he imagined the possibility of you giving him some more children. He cursed himself for letting himself get carried away; lost in thoughts that could never happen.

About an hour later, you were finally in the air and looking over Diana’s documents about Dolos’ dreamstone, provided by Dr Minerva. Maxwell was slumped against the blue velveteen chair, his legs spread as he nursed a glass of whiskey and picked at some peanuts. You sighed, feeling defeated. Your mind was overcome by all this new-found knowledge about the stone and you just wanted to relax. If you could do anything, you’d curl into Maxwell’s lap and fall asleep in his strong arms. But there was one thing preying on your mind. One thing you still needed to tell him.

“How are you feeling?” you asked quietly, and Maxwell looked up at you, his chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.

“Better,” he admitted with a small smile. “Athens is very beautiful. I think you’ll like it,” Your heart warmed knowing that he was feeling better. It was probably due to his intake of alcohol but nevertheless, his anxiety had eased and that’s all that mattered. Maxwell took a deep breath and tried to repress the smirk that was threatening to play on his lips. “You’re beautiful. Come here,” he said, patting his thigh. You bit your lip and walked over to Max, sliding down and sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arm around your body and pressed a soft kiss into your neck. Whiskey always gave him a boost of confidence but nothing had ever felt so right. You belonged in his arms. You belonged with him. He dragged his tongue up your skin and pressed a kiss into your jaw, nibbling at you gently with his teeth. You hummed in delight, loving the way his lips felt against you. “I am so glad you’re here,” Maxwell admitted, looking into your eyes. “I’m so glad you came into my life. I don’t know what I’d be doing if you weren’t here. I don’t know how I’d cope.” he confessed before pressing another kiss into you.

Your blood ran cold at his words. He might not know what he’d do without you, but he’d have to learn. You couldn’t stay with him in DC no matter how much you wanted to and he was going to have to learn to accept that. You had to tell him. It was now or never.

You pulled away from his lips and smoothed your hands over his hair. You noticed the way his roots were a dark brown colour and thought about how it faded into a dirty blonde. Did he dye his hair? You remembered your vision of him when he was younger and he had dark brown hair. That was why you hadn’t recognised him as Lorenzano. You still had so many questions to ask him but so little time.

“Max...” you croaked as tears pricked your eyes.

“Hey, what is it?” Maxwell cooed, rubbing circles into your back. You rest your head on his shoulder. You really were in love with him.

But you had to suck up your feelings. You closed your eyes. “I can’t stay,” you revealed, taking a deep breath. When Max didn’t reply, you managed to bring yourself to open your eyes and look at him, trying to judge his reaction. “Diana said I can’t stay.”

Maxwell was perplexed. He looked at you, then looked at his surroundings on the airplane and then looked back at you. “You can’t stay where? D.C.?”

“The world of man,” You sighed, playing with his hair. It was so difficult to read Maxwell’s expression. It felt like he was frozen in time. “She said I’m a goddess and I’m too powerful to stay. I could accidentally cause the world’s destruction.” you scoffed at how ridiculous Diana’s claim sounded, but deep down, you knew it made sense. She was your princess and you had to trust her, no matter what.

“But- what- how- what?” Maxwell exclaimed. He felt sick. He didn’t understand, but his stomach was in knots. There was a chance he was going to lose Alistair, and now you were going to leave him too. Maybe this is what he deserved, but he didn’t like it one bit. You had only just come into his life and you were like a blessing in disguise. Now you were going to leave?

“Max,” you whimpered, letting the tears drip down your face. “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go back home. I want to stay here with you and Alistair.” you sniffed, pressing your palm flat against his chest. Seeing you cry was pushing him to cry.

“Don’t go,” he begged, shaking his head. “There must be a way you can stay. A loophole or something.”

“I don’t think so,” you shook your head in defeat. “I wasn’t even meant to come here. Our queen denied my request but my mother granted me passage to the world of man. She shouldn’t have, but she just wanted me to complete my calling and fulfil my duty as the goddess of home and hearth.”

“Hey, we’ll figure something out okay?” Max reassured, but his expression showed anything but assurity.

“We can’t,” you sobbed. Your tears were beginning to dampen his shirt but he didn't care. He held you close and tight as if it was going to be the last time. “I have to go.” you confirmed, hating the way the words sounded as they parted your lips.

“How long do we have?” Maxwell asked you, letting a tear slip down his cheek. You gasped and quickly wiped his tear away with your thumb.

“No longer than a week. Five days, maybe. As soon as the court case is over. As soon as you gain custody of Alistair, I must go.” you informed Max, exhaling shakily as you fought for composure. Max shook his head profusely in disbelief.

“I wish we had more time.” he choked out, resting his forehead against yours, his grip around you tightening.

You stayed in Maxwell’s arms for the rest of the journey. You’d both even fallen asleep at one point. When you landed in Athens, everything still felt bittersweet. The sky was dark and it was in the middle of the night. The resort was isolated but Maxwell was right, it was beautiful. Pearly white stars pierced the sky and small waves rippled through the turquoise tranquil waters. You followed your guide group to the hotel in silence.

“I don’t want this to ruin our trip, or ruin our final few days together.” Maxwell whispered as you queued in the lobby for the key to your hotel room.

“Me neither,” you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder and taking his hand. “I love your hands.” you whispered back, tracing his fingers and brushing over his knuckles.

“Yeah?” he asked, his breath hitching as you brought his hand up to your lips.

“Yeah.” you confirmed.

-----

“We only have five days until this is all over.” you purred, tugging on Maxwell’s shirt and falling backwards onto the bed. You giggled when you heard the springs in the mattress go as Maxwell hovered above you. Your hands found Max’s cheeks and you looked him in the eyes.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” Maxwell admitted although his tone was low, gravely and almost dark as he planted sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He never wanted this moment to end - or any moment that he shared with you, for that matter. Nothing had changed. You still revelled in the way he kissed you and the way his touch erupted a frenzy of butterflies in your stomach.

“Me too,” you huffed, bringing your hands down to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. “But all I know is that I want to make every second that I’m with you count. I never want to forget this, Maxwell Lord.” you smiled, pulling him down to kiss you again. He moaned as your tongues intertwined and he guided his large hands over your frame.

As you made out, you relished the way he touched you and your bodies moved together in sync. It was like they were made for each other. That Zeus had sculpted you to fit with Maxwell Lord; to be with him, guide him, and love him when he didn’t feel loved. Maxwell had always laughed off the concept of ‘soulmates’, seeing himself as nothing more than an independent, stone cold businessman. But maybe, after all this time, he was wrong. In the past week he’d learned so much about himself, and what really mattered. You were teaching him that it was okay to rely on others for comfort and affection.

You reminded yourself of the reason you were in Greece. You had to focus on obtaining the dreamstone. It was important, but with this clash of tongues and teeth and Maxwell Lord on top of you, it was easy to forget about why you had come to Athens in the first place. Sure, destroying the remaining dreamstone was important, but so was Maxwell.

“There’s something I want to know,” you huffed, drawing away from him for just a second to regain your breath. “During my time studying the world of man, I took particular interest in family and babies, probably due to me being the goddess of home and hearth. I spent a lot of time studying babies and… how they’re made. The history books describe it as beautiful. An indescribable pleasure that you know I’ve never experienced before. There are no men on Themyscira. But I want to feel it. I want to feel the pleasure and I want you to show me. Please Max. Show me.” you whispered, bucking your hips upwards and rolling yourself over his crotch. You’d thought about it a lot, maybe even just as much as he’d thought about you in that way. You already knew you trusted him, especially with something like this.

His brown eyes turned a whole shade darker with lust as he slid his hands under your shirt.

“Are you sure?” he questioned, wanting to make absolute sure you certainly wanted this.

“I am,” you confirmed. “But only if you want to too.”

“I do,” Maxwell nodded, his lips curving into a smile. “Believe me, I really do.”

You grinned ecstatically, kissing him again and moaning into his mouth when he squeezed your breast, just like he'd done the previous night when you were both making out in his bed. He knew you liked it. “Let me take this off,” Maxwell groaned and you nodded, stretching your arms in the air so he could pull your shirt off you. “Fuck, you're so perfect.” he whispered to himself, as he stared down at your bare chest. He leaned in and kissed between the valley of your breasts. He peppered kisses along the soft plushness and licked a stripe along your hardening nipple. As he cared for your breast with his lips, he fondled your other breast with his hand, squeezing it lovingly before switching it up again. He was so skilled at this. He knew all the right ways to make you feel good.

Soon, you began to feel that familiar fire heat up in your core. The same fire you had felt when you were kissing him in his own bed. Your new panties felt like they were soaked with your arousal as he peppered kisses down your stomach and to the hem of your pants. “How do you feel?” Max asked you, looking up with concern. He just wanted to make sure you were still okay with this. He cared about you so much.

"Nervous, but excited," you exclaimed. "Will- will it hurt?"

"It might, just a little. Might be slightly uncomfortable at first. But if it gets too much you can tell me, okay?" Maxwell reassured, kissing the lobe of your ear. "I'd never ever want to hurt you honey."

"I know," you smiled, running your fingers through his soft locks of hair. "But first, let me take care of you."

Unsure what you even meant, Maxwell doubled back. You were new to this, inexperienced, and yet he found himself intrigued by what you meant when you said 'take care'. You shuffled out from beneath him and kneeled on the mattress. You unbuttoned Maxwell's shirt and tossed it on the floor, and then unzipped his pants. As you pulled down the silver zipper, you noticed the imprint of his bulge pressed against the tight tailored pants. It was long, thick, and achingly hard, precum already beading at his tip. You subconsciously licked your lips and Maxwell chuckled over your eagerness. It was adorable. But his laughter was cut short into a choked moan as you traced the shape of it through the material, gently with your index finger. "You look so big…" you trailed off, biting your lip nervously.

"Take off my pants and find out." Maxwell urged and you nodded your head. You pulled down his pants and his cock sprung free, bouncing against his tummy. The head was dark pink in colour and already leaking.

“Wow…” you gasped, wiping his precum and letting it wet your hand before wrapping your fingers around his length and starting to pump him. He tossed his head back and moaned wantonly, whispering your name like it was a prayer.

“You really don’t have to-” Maxwell stiffened up as you kitten-licked the tip of his cock. You let your fingers stroke the base and play with his balls as wrapped your lips around his thickness. “-I-fuck. This is your first-first time. I want to make you feel good.”

You pulled your lips off him with a pop and looked at him with doe eyes. “This feels good for me. Tastes good too.” you promised before sinking your mouth back down onto him, deeper this time. He stretched your mouth so wide your jaw began to ache and you gagged around him. You bopped your head up and down, loving the way his fingers tugged on your hair and the way he bucked his hips deeper into your throat.

“Won’t last,” Maxwell warned. “Fuck. Pull off.” he gasped for breath and you followed his instruction, removing your lips from his throbbing length. He wished he could’ve just spilled his seed down your throat but he wanted to make this as memorable as possible for you. It wasn’t just going to be a quick blowjob. You deserved more.

“How was it?” you asked, pouting your swollen lips. Maxwell leaned in and kissed you, tasting his own saltiness on your tongue.

“Perfect,” he sighed lovingly. “You’re perfect.”

Max gently pushed you down amongst the sheets and discarded the rest of your clothes so you were laying in bed completely naked. He pressed his hand on the apex of your thigh and opened up your legs. His cock jumped when he looked down at your glistening folds. You were already so wet for him and he’d hardly even touched you.

Maxwell kissed up the inside of your thighs, revelling in the softness of your skin. He knew he’d never be able to forget this. As he neared your core, your heart began to race with anticipation. Max pressed a soft kiss into your clit and you let out a gasp that you didn’t even realise you were holding back. You felt Max smirk against you and he separated your folds with his two thumbs. Now that you were completely spread open for him, he began to lick you up and down, his cock twitching as he tasted you. He’d eaten the widest variety of expensive desserts in his lifetime, but you were by far the most delicious thing he’d devoured. Everytime his tongue flicked upwards against your clit, your entire body would involuntarily quiver. He loved it. He loved watching you become putty under his touch.

He decided to focus more of his mouth on your clit and began to quickly flick his tongue over your bundle of nerves before sucking on it. His moans sent vibrations straight through you and he noticed how your hole began to clench over nothing. He was desperate to fill you up. To feel you. But he had to prep you first. He didn’t stop with the licking, but he did nudge a finger over your hole. You pushed your hips closer to him, wanting more.

“I’m going to finger you now, is that okay?” Maxwell asked, pulling off you. His lips shone with your slick and you swore he had never looked so beautiful.

“Yes please.” you whimpered.

“If it gets too much, tell me.” Maxwell whispered before reattaching his lips to your pussy and poking his index finger into your entrance. He kissed your clit one last time before pulling away and pushing his finger deep into you. He flushed pink as your soft walls tightened around his finger, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel if he replaced his finger with his cock. He watched you in awe, thrusting his finger in and out of you, experimenting and curling it upwards until he was satisfied that he’d located your g-spot. “Sweet girl,” he moaned, watching you intently as you brought your free hand down to rub your clit as he fingered you. “I wish you could see how pretty you look.”

You moaned something incoherent but Maxwell felt his heart race as he took in your appearance. You were a sight he could never forget - all spread out for him, your back arched in pleasure. He pushed his middle finger inside of you, as well as his index finger, and you squealed with pleasure as he stretched you open.

“Oh Max, oh fuck Max.” you whined as obscene wet noises filled the room. He loved the way you said his name. He always had. This whole experience felt like a dream come true.

“So fucking beautiful.” he growled before ducking his head back in between your thighs and continuing to eat you out. With the combination of his tongue and fingers, it wasn’t long at all until your climax washed over you.

Maxwell pulled off you and reached down to stroke his own cock which was achingly hard, desperate for any kind of relief. “I want you inside of me.” you begged, reaching out to pull Max on top of you.

Maxwell leaned over you, propping himself up on his elbows and you shivered as his cock nudged against your entrance. He rolled his hips up and down, his tip rubbing against your folds. He was teasing. You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin. “Please Max,” you panted. “Make love to me.”

Maxwell moaned at your words and pressed a quick peck to your soft lips before obliging and pushing himself into you.

"How does that feel?" Maxwell murmured, his breath fanning over your neck as he sat himself deep inside of you. You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock as waves of pleasure jolted through your body. You knew that the tales had described intercourse as pleasurable but you never imagined it could feel so good.

"I feel so full," you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your walls adjusted to his length. Max knew the second he started moving he wouldn’t be able to last long. He’d imagined this so much. He’d gone so long without sex. And you were so fucking perfect. "Move, please."

"Ngh— fuck, are you sure?" Maxwell asked, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze. You nodded and Max doubled out slightly before pushing himself back in with a wanton groan. He felt your cunt clench around him. "So fucking tight." he whispered. You bit your lip, wondering what it meant to be ‘tight’ and hoping he was enjoying it as much as you were.

"Is that okay?" You asked, holding onto his bicep for support as he pushed a few shallow thrusts into you.

"More- more than ‘okay’ honey. You’re amazing." He mumbled, his eyes snapping shut. You gasped as you felt every perfect ridge and vein rub against the inside of your walls. "You feel so perfect, sweet girl."

Max brought his hand down to your cunt and began to circle your clit with his thumb, mirroring your own previous actions. The pleasure flooded through your body and you arched your back as he hit your sweet spot. "Mmm," you couldn't even find words. You found your toes curling and your mouth slack as he throbbed inside of you. His fingers worked at you like magic and it wasn't long until your legs began to involuntarily shake. Max could feel your oncoming high too, when your pussy walls squeezed his cock, aching to milk him for all he had.

"Are you close baby girl?" Maxwell asked, his thumb speeding up and his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. “Oh you are, aren’t you?”

"Maaaax," you groaned, feeling your juices drip down his manhood as he fucked you faster, his balls slapping against your cunt.

"I'm close," He warned, gently biting down on your shoulder. "I'm going to count down from three and- and I want you to let go. Relax. Cum with me." Max ordered and you nodded your head against his sticky, sweaty skin.

"O-okay," you gasped.

"Three, two, one- fuck!" Maxwell exclaimed when your body limped in his arms and your pussy contracted around him, twitching as you reached your climax. He spilled his salty seed inside of you, painting your walls just like he'd painted the bathroom tiles when he'd masturbated over the thought of you previously.

“Oh my- Max, Max, Max,” you chanted as he slowly softened inside you before pulling out. You whimpered at the loss of his fullness and Maxwell rolled off you. You both spent a few moments to regain your breath and you felt his cum leak out of you. You curled up into his tan chest and pressed a kiss into his pink lips. “Thank you Max.” you whispered with gratitude, bumping your nose with his.

He was so in love with you, there was no question about it. If he could, he’d spend the rest of his life doing that. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The thought of you leaving him was eating Max alive. Maxwell wrapped his arm around you and held you tight, just like he’d done so on the airplane. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but if you were leaving, it might just make things worse. He leaned over to the nightstand and switched off the lamp.

“Goodnight honey.” he whispered as the room became enveloped with darkness.

“Goodnight Max.”

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