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aspects of shadow and bone that resonate ↳ the darkling as a survivor

#long post #maverick; musings

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[ ADORE ]  sender whispering “you’re perfect” to receiver after undressing them. -Alex

"Alex what are you-" he uttered before he noticed she was focused and determined to shed every layer off him. Her sudden decision was surprising, yet arousing, and his breathing became shallow until hearing her compliments.

"You really think so?" He smiled at Alex, "but it is you who is perfect, to me. More than- you are extraordinary." Reaching over, he brushed her cheeks with his fingers and went behind her

@xseen2muchx

#xseen2muchx #blasphamous fury softer then velvet (maverick x alex)

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#crystal ball into the future #fatherhood

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#out of the thorns;;

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Forest in the Fog

#maverick; locations and places

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@merchantofwhispers

#/aww

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"My poor baby," he murmured, his words a tender lament. He noticed Gemina struggling to make out her thoughts, much less speak. Even though it pained him to know her memories were coming back, he thought it was smarter to actually hear them and have insight. Knowing more about her background will do him some good, maybe even help him learn how she got to this realm in the first place. But more than anything, he simply liked to hear her open up, to have Gemina spill details while her eyes are shining and she is all emotional. She was such a beautiful creature when emotional.

But then there was slight relief, but also sadness when hearing it was not a memory of a past. She was sad, and that made his heart heavy to see her like this, and talk about the loss of a child. Now he wondered if these dreams hold a deeper significance or a cruel twist of fate.

"To have glimpsed such a profound connection, only to have it slip away so suddenly... it breaks my heart to see you carry this burden," he began, holding her close to him now, arms wrapping around in a tight embrace. "We'll go to the healers together. They wouldn't dare misbehave if I am around."

@merchantofwhispers

The fall from bliss was harsh and fast. She felt as though the ground crumbled beneath her as she stared at her empty hands; somehow in her mind it lingered, the weight of the infant's head against her palm and its little hands pulling at her hair. Gemina startled for a second time as Maverick reached to touch her, completely unaware he'd come so close - or perhaps that he was even there.

"I-.." Finally, her hands fell to her midsection where she so often rested them against her diaphragm. "Yes, I'm quite alright. I just-.. I don't-.. I think-.." Her thoughts were a tangled mess as she battled with what she'd just experienced and the idea to shove it all away was tempting.

Instead, she chose painful honesty.

"I don't know.. Truthfully, I don't." Gemina finally brought herself to look directly at Maverick, her torment visible in nearly every feature of her expression. "One moment I was here, resting, and another there was this-.. Heavy green haze. It felt-.. No, it couldn't have been a memory. Those are too ghostly, too broken. This was-.." Her jaw flexed as she tried to force the words from behind her lips.

"Maverick, I was holding a baby and it felt real. It made noise, it weighed like stones in my arms, it had-.. Horns.." As she said it her grey eyes moved up to Maverick's own horns that stood so proudly on his head. "I felt as though I knew the child, but something made a noise and it startled me and when I looked back down the baby was-.. Gone."

Drifting her hands lower over her stomach, she couldn't decide if she was more mournful or confused over the situation. "I-.. I think I'm not sleeping well. All our stress lately, the council and this new arrangement.. I must be neglecting myself somehow." Gemina's voice drifted into a small whisper, speaking more to herself than him. "Perhaps I should see the healers.. They weren't fond of me before, but-.."

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#merchantofwhispers #threads; maverick/gemina

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He loved the sound of her voice taking on the tone of eagerness. For so long he felt like something was missing between them, that the scale was tipping too much one way and not the other. When realizing just how thrilled he was whenever she would pierce those adorable and dangerous fangs into him, he felt a familiar itch. Her question about the visibility of the piercings intrigued him, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"Do you want them to be visible, my enchanting vampire?" he mischievously whispered. "Shall they serve as a tantalizing secret, hidden beneath your clothes, known only to us? Or would you prefer them to be a bold statement, proudly displayed for all to see, as a symbol of our scandalous relationship and your submission?"

Maverick let his fingers trail lightly along her breasts, wanting to tease her some more. Even though he liked to show that he was in charge, both knew that he wouldn't move a muscle if Gemina did not agree. He wanted to give her exactly what she desired, to fulfill her deepest fantasies. The choice was hers, and he awaited her answer with bated breath.

"Then lie back on the bed, and I'll tie you up and use some ice to numb you," he suggested, dropping his hands to his side.

@merchantofwhispers

It was so easy to lose herself to Maverick. With every thrust and twist of his fingers she felt herself relaxing further, slipping blissfully into the wonderful dizzying world of pleasure. His voice - no, his questions - jolted her back into reality.

Gemina couldn't hold back the soft moan she left out at the idea, bottom lip pulled into her teeth after as her body betray her excitement and tightened around his fingers at the idea of being at his total mercy. More than that was the realization that what he was offering was something she'd silently wanted for so long. Something she could do to him, but he could not share in for long.

How had she not considered that a piercing would be the perfect way for him to mark her just as she does him?

"Please, please do all of that.. Pierce me with gold so that everytime I see myself naked I know with who I belong." Gemina muttered back to him while shifting her hips and collapsing back on the desk so that he could see how desperate she was. How excited she was. "-And by all means, Maverick.. Tie me and use me however you please. After all, how powerful a man you must be to leash such a dangerous creature as I."

Her smirk returned, as did the way she stared at him from beneath her lashes.

"I wonder if those piercings you speak of would be visible to other through my clothes.."

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#merchantofwhispers #threads; maverick/gemina #nsfw

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Maverick & Ulysses + Modern Verse, Combination of Maverick's CEO verse and Ulysses's Mafia verse

Several years ago, Maverick was facing challenges in securing funding for his budding company. Desperate to bring his groundbreaking medical advancements to fruition, he found himself venturing into the murky world of underground dealings. Word had spread throughout the criminal underworld about a man named Ulysses, known for his vast network and ability to make things happen.

Through a series of discreet inquiries, Maverick managed to catch the attention of Ulysses. Intrigued by the young entrepreneur's determination and the potential of his company's innovations, Ulysses agreed to meet with him, albeit with caution.

Their first encounter took place in a dimly lit, exclusive establishment known as The Hanging Garden, a haven for the criminal elite. Ulysses, surrounded by his loyal associates, exuded an air of power and mystery as he observed Maverick's entrance into the room.

As they sat down for a private conversation, the initial tension between the two men gradually transformed into mutual respect. Maverick shared his vision for advancing medical technology, emphasizing the impact it could have on countless lives. Ulysses, though rooted in the underworld, possessed a keen intellect and recognized the potential for profit in Maverick's ventures.

Their meeting marked the beginning of an unlikely alliance. Ulysses offered Maverick the financial backing he needed, introducing him to influential individuals with resources to support his company's growth. In return, Maverick's biopharmaceutical advancements provided Ulysses with a means to launder money and expand his empire while also earning him a semblance of legitimacy.

Over time, their professional relationship evolved into a deep bond of trust and friendship. Maverick marveled at Ulysses' uncanny ability to handle organized crime, while Ulysses respected Maverick's unwavering dedication to his ethical mission.

#v; Clandestine Allies: The CEO and the Crime Lord #verses

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Maverick's breath hitches at the sensation of Ellyn gripping his tie and tangling her fingers in his hair. Her words, filled with a mix of desire and pleading, only serve to further ignite the fire burning within him. He craves her just as much as she craves him, and the magnetic pull between them becomes undeniable.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes smoldering with desire as he looks deeply into hers. "Fairness has never been my strong suit, Ellyn, and hunger can be quite the motivating factor," he teased before kissing her briefly. "We've waited this long, and what's another night, really?" he says, a gentle smile lingering. "Let's take our time and make it even more meaningful when the moment is right." He helped her down from the desk, their bodies still intertwined, and adjusts his disheveled tie.

Maverick held her hand, intertwining their fingers, and together they make their way to the event. It was a grand ballroom filled with elegantly dressed guests, music playing softly in the background. Maverick leads Ellyn through the crowd, his gaze scanning the room until he spots his business partner, Ulysses. He points in Ulysses' direction, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"There he is," Maverick says, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and pride. "Ulysses, my dear business partner. Let's go say hello."

@lady-llewellyn

She'd missed having him this close; feeling the warmth of his hands along her waist and that cheeky smirk on his lips. There was always something so magnetic about Maverick that made it harder for her to completely pull away. When he makes such a quipped response to her punishment for him, she giggles softly and shakes her head; eyes rolling a bit. There's the secret bad boy persona coming back to the surface again. She can't deny that it thrills her either. "Not ever as well as I can, but, you're welcome to try, handsome."

Ellyn knows that taunting him is only going to fuel that spark of arousal between them both and she honestly welcomes it. Especially when he starts kissing her neck! The Fae Queen's lips brush his ear as she gasps when he mouths over a sensitive spot; hand gripping his tie before she's carding her fingers through his hair. "Mmm, do you even have time for that, Maverick? Don't tease me with an offer and leave me hungry for you. It's not bloody fair at all." @darkhearthorns

#ladyllewellyn #threads; maverick/ellyn #v; Clandestine Allies: The CEO and the Crime Lord

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In a swift and fluid movement, Maverick released his hold on Ellyn's hand for a fleeting moment. His fingers deftly worked to undo the fastenings of his jacket, a garment that had become an unnecessary barrier between their heated bodies. The fabric slipped away, revealing his lean yet strong physique beneath.

He then returned to Ellyn's side. The absence of the layer of clothing allowed their skin to brush against each other, heightening the sensations between them. His movements became even more fluid, his muscles flexing with every step. Maverick's bare torso glistened with a light sheen of perspiration, mirroring their intensity.

With every graceful movement their bodies grew closer, their hearts beating in unison, their dragons calling for one another.

@lady-llewellyn

Ellyn was still a little bit in awe of their soul bond. It was reassuring and warming to be able to feel the echoes of his emotions with her own. Before she had struggled to move past her own horrible past experiences to give him the chance he needed to help her see how much he meant his words. Now, she could feel the truth and love in them. The sheer wonder of it all sometimes overtook her still and she wasn't sure if she'd ever shake such a feeling.

Even in his embrace, she felt like her heart would just float right out of her chest. Her mate's embrace prompted her smile to brighten further and she wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms forever; nuzzling him a bit more. "Thank you, my love. I'm grateful for every moment I get to spend with you, Maverick..." She trails off a bit there, content to just savor the moment and their shared feelings a bit.

When he urges her to out of his embrace and holds her hand, she tilts her head and has a look of momentary confusion on her face before he speaks. Then she's snorting a little laugh and shaking her head at him; free hand cupping his jaw at the recommendation. "A dance would be lovely, yes. Swordfighting for later but right now I wish to dance with you, my love. Then we can rectify these troublesome clothes in our way, no?" @darkhearthorns

#ladyllewellyn #threads; maverick/ellyn

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She tasted... exquisite. Maverick couldn't even describe it to be anything similar to his previous experience. That is, the experience being the taste of fruits that grew around the fairwoods forests. Perhaps it was because his senses were sharper as soon as his heart rate spiked up, but even when he tasted her breasts and how her nipples hardened with each lick, he locked it in his memory that this is what Yaira tasted like. It became important to him. And now, that sweet nectar that dripped from her privates, from those intimate regions between her legs, he wanted to savor her like she was the most delectable delicacy. In such a primal manner, he was getting accustomed to having Yaira become more than a lover, but a step above- a mate.

He kept licking, from the base all the way up, even past her pussy to where her bellybutton started. But then, unexpectedly, he thrust his long tongue back inside her, sliding it in and out as his eyes shut, focusing on the way Yaira responded to his tough. It's all unlike anything the fae prince ever experienced.

He paused only for a moment, his eyes opening once more, now locked with hers, wanting to convey the intensity of his emotions despite the inner battle with his dragon. His voice lowered, almost a whisper, as he spoke, "Yaira, you should know- you are a feast for my senses, and I find myself endlessly captivated by your flavor."

But she said, nay demanded, for him to not stop, so he did continue. Learning which tongue movement drove Yaira wild with frenzy, hands went to grab at both her inner thighs and spread her wider. He was now shaking his head against her slick folds, yearning with all his might that his beloved Yaira would coat him with as much of her climax as she could.

@worldofsenelfy

She spotted it. Yaira spotted it in his eyes. He was still Maverick - still her Maverick - but now, he looked at her as if he could not control himself. Not a dozen men could keep him from his goal now and that was exactly what she had intended. They'd been holding back for so long. She'd tried to learn about his traditions, had tried to be respectful and honorable and modest, but the temptation had grown every time they'd been together. And why shouldn't they? What was wrong with sharing this intimacy? Humans were intimate with each other all the time, sometimes even at their first meeting. Why wouldn't they get caught up in the moment and finally let go for once?

His tongue on her nipples was an intense feeling, but when he pulled back, she looked startled for a second, afraid she might've said the wrong thing, made the wrong move. That feeling faded when he removed her garment and he slowly returned. She realized this internal battle within him. She recalled the sounds he'd made not all too long ago, when he'd explained his origins. That dragon inside him - he was fighting it now. Selfishly, she wasn't sure if she wanted him to, curious what he would be like when he'd just let go of it all and release that beast that was inside. She opened her mouth to encourage him, but before she could get a word out, he disappeared between her thighs and she felt her breath hitch with surprise. The very pleasant kind.

"O-Oh," she breathed, resting her head back on the bed as she took in the sensations he caused. He was wild, just like he'd been on her breasts. She didn't mind it. She wanted him to explore every part of her, in his way. Her hand landed in his hair again. She tugged, guiding his head to the spot she knew would be most sensitive for her. Her breathing became more audible at that. "Faster," she whispered and her hips began making small circles, rubbing against his tongue. She was needy, for him. When he hit her in that right spot, she sighed, then moaned, then more eagerly held onto his hair. "Don't--" She panted several times in between before adding the next word. "--stop."

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#worldofsenelfy #nsfw #threads; maverick/yaira

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Maverick, feeling Isabelle's plea and sensing a shift in her voice, immediately stops his movements. Concern fills his eyes as he looks at her, his desire momentarily overridden by worry. He gently removes his hand from her body and leans in closer, his face etched with concern.

"Isabelle, did I hurt you?" he asks softly, his voice filled with genuine care. It was a tone not heard often by the brutal, tyrannical ruler, but a voice reserved for her nonetheless. He was still inside her, but had stilled, slowly softening up by the second because his attention was only on her. He searches her face, waiting for her response, ready to address any discomfort he may have inadvertently caused. "Tell me if I hurt you."

@qceensofkings

Isabelle is too focused on his hands on her body, his kisses pressed against her skin. The brunette can hardly think straight, especially about anything that isn't him. They often argue quite passionately and they have sex in the same way, it would seem. Nothing is left to be desired when they get their hands on each other.

Her lips part for him and she sucks on his fingers, her arousal increasing as she leans against him. His words pull a groan from her lips as she moves her hips harder so that he can get deeper in her and hit her cervix.

As soon as he pulls his fingers out and she feels them on her clit, she cries out, "Maverick, please," She pleads desperately, in need of more of him if such a thing is possible.

#qceensofkings #nsfw #threads; maverick/isabelle

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Nikolai's demand caught the guard off guard, but he quickly composed himself and nodded, recognizing the urgency in Nikolai's tone. "Right away, Your Highness," the guard replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and respect. He led Nikolai through the private halls, moving swiftly to find Prince Maverick.

The guard's heart pounded in his chest, and his hands trembled ever so slightly. Finally, they arrived at a grand chamber adorned with intricate fae craftsmanship. Prince Maverick stood near a vibrant tapestry depicting a dragon engulfing a man with it's flames. He was engrossed in conversation with a few members of his council. The guard approached Maverick and whispered into his ear, causing the prince to turn his attention towards Nikolai. As Maverick turned his attention back to the guard, the man could feel his throat go dry. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking.

"Prince Maverick, I... I apologize for interrupting your conversation, but... Prince Nikolai insisted that I bring him to you immediately. He seemed quite urgent."

Maverick's gaze shifted to the guard, and for a moment, a flicker of annoyance passed over his features. The guard braced himself for reprimand, fearing that he had overstepped his boundaries. But then Maverick's expression softened, and he sighed, understanding the guard's apprehension.

"It's alright," Maverick replied, his voice calm yet tinged with a hint of wariness. Ever since the equation between himself and Lady Gemina changed, he was being more patient than usual. It was unnerving nonetheless. "You did the right thing. Thank you for bringing Prince Nikolai to me promptly."

Relief washed over the guard, and he nodded gratefully. "Of course, Your Highness. I apologize if I seemed... nervous. It's just... what I witnessed out there, it was quite unexpected. I wasn't sure how you would react."

Now, this made Maverick's eyebrow raise suspiciously, but instead of asking the guard, he gestured for him to leave. Once alone, he faced the guest with politeness in his tone, asking ever-so-innocently:

"Nikolai, what's the matter?"

@merchantofwhispers

#merchantofwhispers #/oooooohh #threads; maverick/nikolai

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All was quiet in the private halls he'd managed to sneak himself into. It was no easy task slipping past all of the Fae royals guards, harder yet to remain undetected in such an unfamiliar place, but Nikolai was determined -- and skilled. He'd been there for several days already, partaking in what little exchanges he could with Prince Maverick and members of his council, but what he desired to know required more than what he was being allowed to see.

He scoured open doors, relying on his hearing and sense of smell to detect when someone was near, and even found himself ducking into closets to avoid the stray servants and guards that roamed through the halls with him.

It was that very course of action that saw him silently open an external door and step out, holding the door steady just before it shut as a guard moved down the hall. Immediately the overwhelming scent of flowers and dirt flooded his senses, their bright colors catching his attention from the corner of his eye, but there was something else that made his hair stand on end.

Suddenly spinning around he found himself staring across at a woman almost his height, a basket of flowers on one arm and the other visibly tensed at her side. Immediately Nikolai breathed out a nervous sigh, his charming smile pulling at the corners of his lips as his hands moved in front of himself. There was something familiar about the woman that he couldn't quite place, but perhaps that was simply that she wasn't visibly fae. Too tall and wingless, to sharp and simultaneously plain.

No, she looked like his sister. Though he knew and had known that her essence was long in the void, swallowed by the eternal dark.

"Madame, my sincerest apologies, I-.. I appear to have gotten lost." He said while trying to relax himself. "Yes. It would appear you have." Gemina said sternly back to him, her grey eyes hard as she stared daggers through him. "Who are you?"

Nikolai huffed and shrugged, starting to slowly approach her to offer his hand before she took a sudden step backwards. He took note of the way her nostrils flared and the smallest noise left her throat - she was nervous. "Right, I-.. Nikolai. Prince Nikolai Demetrovich Torav Volarious. Crowned Prince of Niffelheim and heir to the Dead Throne." He rattled off his credentials in hopes it would soothe her and much to his surprise, she seemed to relax somewhat. "-And you are?"

There was a short pause as she looked him over, nostrils continuing to flair as she let his scent drift over the rest of the garden. It was familiar, but made her stomach churn in despair. "Maverick told me of your visit." She stated while slowly offering her free hand out. Before she even said her name Nikolai took notice of her nails - sharpened and curved like cats claws. Yet as she said her name, so calm and dignified, his chest seized.

"Gemina." "Gemina?" He repeated back in a quiet whisper. Maverick had said the name when they'd first met, mentioning his special woman, and had taken it simply as a favorable sign of things to come. Yet now that he was standing in front of her, her hand clasped in his, he found himself staring at a ghost.

"Are you-.. Alright?" She questioned while starting to pull back. Nikolai let her go, but he didn't back off and give her more space. Instead he leaned in closer, peaking around her as if looking for something as she began leaning further away from him in nervous confusion.

Maverick had warned her he might be dangerous.

She was beginning to believe he was right.

Just as she opened her mouth to scream for a guard, he returned his pale grey eyes to hers and whispered quietly, "does anyone call you Minny?"

The question felt she'd been struck in the gut. It echoed in her head like a rung bell, drawing forth faces without features and voices without mouths. "No, no one calls me-.... No one calls me Minny.."

After a short pause Nikolai apologized, his chest practically burning from the manic emotions now contained within. Something inside of him was screaming that this was her. That she was alive and standing before him and that insanity was only further solidified by how shell shocked she looked at the mention of an old childhood nickname.

Why though, he wondered, would she lie? Was he wrong? Was this a horrible dream or the cruelest coincidence?

"I-.. I see. Well, Lady Gemina, it seems you're not from here.. Same as I." Nikolai commented with a nervous chuckle. "How did you come to be in the fae-realm? Do you have family?" His eyes narrowed in on her lips as she sneered at his questioning, catching the glint of sharp teeth.

"No, and quite frankly I don't believe I should be speaking to you without Maverick present." Gemina said hastily, cutting off his quiet and quick attempts to silence her as she called for a guard. Nikolai's jaw clenched; this was her. He knew it was. Even with her hair down and dirt smeared across her neck and arms, even drowned in the scent of fae-blood and strange alien plants.. It was her.

This was his sister. Somehow.

"My apologies, Lady Gemina.." He muttered as the door swung open and a guard hastily grabbed at his arm, ushering him into the hall. As soon as they were out of sight of the woman in the garden he yanked his arm away.

"Spare me your speeches and take me Prince Maverick immediately." He demanded, sharp teeth on full display.

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#drabble #/nah i GOTTA make a thread that continues from this- it's so so good #merchantofwhispers

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They danced, their bodies now moving in harmony, Maverick couldn't help but chuckle at Alexandra's teasing words. "Ah, my dear, danger and excitement seem to go hand in hand tonight. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Taking risks and embracing the unknown can lead to the most unforgettable moments."

Like this. When it came to dancing, Maverick's skills soared Alex's, and they both knew that a long, long time ago. That is why he took over, and even allowed her to step on his feet now and then because it was worth it. He pulled her closer, savoring the warmth of her familiar, loving embrace. "And as for which one is more risky, well, dancing with you, my love, has always been, shall I say- a thrilling experience?"

Maverick's gaze of admiration met hers. "I am proud of you too, Alex. You've stood by my side through it all, supporting me and our family. Your strength and unwavering love have helped shape the future we're moving towards. I couldn't ask for a better partner, a better queen."

After the dance, Maverick leaned in close to Alexandra, his voice low and filled with warmth. "Shall we head outside now, my love? The night sky awaits, and I can't wait to witness our little Yajaira's Flight of Ascendance."

Hand in hand, they made their way outside, joining the gathering crowd. The night air was crisp, and the stars twinkled above, creating a magical backdrop for the upcoming spectacle. The anticipation was palpable as everyone awaited Yajaira's flight. This was going to be a moment of triumph for their family.

With a determined chirp, Yajaira spread her wings wide, ready to take flight. The crowd held its breath as she launched herself into the air, her wings beating with newfound strength and grace. She soared higher and higher, her scales shimmering in the moonlight.

@xseen2muchx

Honestly Alex was having a hard time of focusing on anything besides Maverick right now...well that and the way that she ran her fingers comfortingly over Yajaira, soft, warm scales. She didn't know if the comfort was more for her or herself. Maybe both. Though of course their little one didn't seem to sense anything that was wrong in that moment and that there was any trouble at all. Which Alex supposed meant they were doing a good job as parents.

For Alex's part- she was worried. "So soon?" She didn't know how long it took for a dragon to learn to fly, for their wings to get strong enough to hold their bodies- but she didn't think she would ever be ready for that. She was only shaken out of the fact that it wasn't just them when she saw the venmous look shot in the way of the council. She caught eyes with Calico though and at least he seemed neutral though after their return it had been hard to trust any of them.

Her eyes turned back to Maverick though and a little smile pulled at her lips as he made the proclamation. No more hedging. Not with the dragons and it seemed not with them either. She felt her heart swell at the notion, her chest warming at how sure he sounded now, how his stance on following the ways the council dictated had changed. And god she was grateful for that.

"We'll help anyone that wants it or feels like they can't handle it of course, she added though it was more conversational then a decree. She wasn't his queen after all. Her shoulders related as the music started playing again and she turned her face towards Yajaira, nuzzling her and kissing the top of her head before the small dragon scampered onto the arm of Mavericks throne.

Her lips pressed together to keep from smiling too wide as he offered her his hand. "Seems you're in the mood for danger tonight- with the flying and asking me to dance." She teased, slipping her hand into his. "I dont know which one is more risky."

She followed his lead before an arm came up to wrap around his neck. "Very nervous. About both." She admitted. She could still feel the council men and their energy was so different from the joyous people dancing around. Her eyes darted over Mavericks face though, amber eyes meeting his and voice lowering. "I'm so so proud of you." She whispered, emotion lacing each word.

#xseen2muchx #threads; maverick/alex

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"Aya," he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "You know by now that I don't play fair. I never have, and I never will. I always find ways to push the boundaries, break the rules, and create our own little intoxicating world."

He pressed his hips against hers, their bodies becoming intimately intertwined. Even with her legs wrapped around him, Maverick craved to be closer. Nothing ever felt enough. His hand trailed down her back, gripping her waist possessively.

"You should accept that, Aya," he continued, his voice filled with conviction. Hips kept colliding as he fucked her with more force, their bodies practically shaking as he felt her wetness invite him deeper with each stroke. It had to be quick, so he worked rapidly in getting Aya to peak instead of focusing on making them last longer. He cupped both of her breasts with each hand, then trailed kisses along her jawline, his words becoming a seductive murmur against her skin. 

"It's okay baby, just let yourself go... there- you're almost there, you can't even deny it- I can feel you getting closer..."

@ayakoito

Biting her lip, Aya tried not to groan out loud as Maverick buried his tongue deep inside her once more. Her nipples felt rock hard under her fingers. If he kept this up, it would be enough to make her cum.

But he stopped at just the right moment, stood up and shoved himself between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Aya looked at him through the mirror, feeling his hard cock against her swollen folds.

"I am… yes…" she sighed eagerly, her gaze laced with lust as he rubbed his tip against her clit. "...I can't promise anything…" She wasn't even sure if Maverick had locked the door, but right now she didn't care.

Still looking in the mirror as he pulled her head back, she let him kiss her neck and suck on her skin, the expression on her face changing as he slid his cock inside her. "Oh… fuck… Mav--!"

With her fingers tangling in his hair, her eyes fell shut, her hips moving slightly against his. "This is... not fair…" she moaned, holding him tighter, wrapping one of her legs around him.

#nsfw #ayakoito #threads; maverick/aya