I Have A Question. From What I Remember You Had The Royal Tom And Baby Holland Stories Pretty Much Done.

omg i have so many name options for when i have my own kid (which i don’t even want for like 10 years) but i’ll just list some ideas for youuu

Diana, Katherine, Olivia, Antonella, Aurora, Lauren

My husband and I have a whole list of names too, but we are waiting a few more years. Also, love those names! They give me kinda vintage vibes if you know what I mean

Eddie: What’s the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I’ve been there. Steve: Steve: *is mildly concerned*

Baby Holland | Sneak Peek

“It’s not food poisoning,” Y/N whispered. She shook her head at her own comment. She had forced herself to swallow the heavy lump lingering at the back of her throat. She could feel the new salty tears streaming down her face.

“It’s not? What is it then?” Tom challenged. He had shifted to take one single step forward in his place, staring at her with a strong hint of curiosity in his brown eyes. He couldn’t imagine what could have been wrong.

“I’m...I’m pregnant.”

COMING SOON

All Grown Up | Hunter from The Bad Batch

Summary: Many years after Tantiss and after having settled down in Pabu, Hunter struggles to watch his eldest to go off and join the rebellion. He returns home to the comfort of family awaiting him.

Warning: SPOILERS FROM SEASON 3 FINALE BELOW THE CUT, Omega refers to the reader as her mum (though not biological), mentions of old age, other children are briefly mentioned, slightly suggestive, and just good old fashioned tears

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.8k

The gleam of the  silvery moon pierced through the dark blue skyline. The cool summer breeze swept through the entirety of the island, caressing wooden chimes hanging outside homes. The crickets were out singing songs to each other. The warm yellow light twinkled in the homes of many who where still awake during the late hours of the night.

With one last look of the island, Omega began making her way across the sandy beaches. She listened to the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shoreline; her shoes leaving prints behind in the sand. A few light breezes swept the loose strands of hair out of her face. She made her way into the lower caves of the island.

Coming up over the rocks, Omega's gaze landed on the spot in which her ship was docked. She neared one of the many generators in the cave, kneeling down and flicking the switch on. The warm light that radiated from the generator brightened her face and signaled the other generators to illuminate the rest of the cave.

A low bark sounded near one of the other generators. She lifted her head and smiled to herself, knowing that it was Batcher calling out to her. She briefly spotted another figure looming and sitting beside the old lurca hound, causing her heart to clench slightly in her chest.

Slowly, Omega made her way over to the both of them. The gangplank of her ship opened to reveal Gonky waiting for her. She rounded the side of the rocks, coming up behind the two.

"Thought you could just sneak off?" Hunter questioned as he stared off towards the entrance of the cave. The corners of his lips tugged into a gentle smile. "Time hasn't dulled all my senses," Hunter reminded her.

She lowered herself to sit down right beside him, watching him carefully with a hint of nervousness behind her eyes. She didn't say anything at first, but she had a feeling he was about to give her one of his famous talks. Sure enough, Omega was right about that.

"Your mother would have woken up worried sick about you, wondering where you’d gone off to this time," Hunter stated. His eyes focused on his hands that where clasped together.

"This shouldn't be a surprise. I talked with mum about this a lot," Omega defended herself.

Her words pained him slightly. In the more recent years, Omega had found herself seeking the advice of her mother more often than him. It had a lot to do with her age; having questions about womanhood that her mother was more than willing to explain. If Omega had gone to Hunter, the conversation would have just turned more awkward than anything. And sometimes, she was afraid to ask him in fear that he'd shoot her down pointblank.

It wasn't a surprise because he had heard some of their conversations late at night when the others had gone to bed. He recalled one conversation that happened just last week. She'd said something along the lines of: "Mum? What were the Clone Wars like?" Her mother proceeded to tell her what it was like to be a field medic during the height of the war. That, despite all the bad things, Y/n had found her purpose in life and wanted to help the war cause by tending to soldiers on the field.

Hunter just really wished she hadn't said that because they wouldn't be here now if she had.

"The Rebellion needs pilots now more than ever," Omega told him. She always had that drive to help others; she was so much like her mother in that way. "I made my choice, Hunter. I want to do more."

"And we want to keep you safe," Hunter countered. He finally turned to look at her. The worry was so evident behind those beaming eyes.

His strong sense of overprotectiveness was starting to show. It almost reminded her of what he used to be like when she was much younger: how he never wanted her to go on missions and how he'd force her to stay behind on the ship. She appreciated his concern, but it wasn't needed now.

"You have, but I'm not a kid anymore." Omega weakly smiled at him. She placed her hand on her chest. "You don't have to worry about me."

He wasn't satisfied with this, slowly turning away once again. He lowered his gaze to stare down at the ground. She continued to watch his movements carefully, wondering what he was thinking about in that moment.

"You're our kid, Omega. You always will be," Hunter said plainly. She smiled at this.

"You’ve got your own kids to worry about now," Omega chuckled slightly. She thought about her three siblings, figuring that they'd be fast sleep in their beds right about now and dreaming about things far beyond this galaxy.

"And you all make me feel like an old man," Hunter huffed with a playful smile.

"Well, you kinda are." Omega teased him by bumping into his shoulder.

When he turned his head towards the light, Omega was able to see just how much time had changed his appearance. His beard had grown out and his hair was sprinkled with grey. She saw the crows feet that bunched around his eyes when he smiled.

He was frail too. He wasn't able to play with his kids as much since last summer when he injured his back. He just moved a little slower now and wasn't able to do any heavy work around the house. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since they settled on Pabu all those years ago.

Pabu was home. Omega had grown up here. His other kids were born on the island. His family and his life was here. He wanted nothing more than to keep it that way. But Omega was moving onto newer things.

"Hunter," Omega sighed. She scooted a little closer to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You've all fought enough. This...is my fight. I'm ready."

Slowly, Omega rose to stand to her feet. He watched her move away from him with so much worry and concern in his eyes. He now realized that she wasn't his little girl anymore. She was all grown up and ready to have adventures of her own.

"Yeah. I know you are," Hunter sighed to himself. His lips curved into a soft smile. He shook his head slightly. "But I'm not."

Now, Hunter stood to his feet in a slow manner. His strength wasn't like it used to be. She didn't hesitate to step forward and embrace him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin against her shoulder. When they pulled away, Omega placed her hands on his shoulders. She sent him a warm encouraging smile.

"Say goodbye to the others for me," Omega requested. She didn't need to give names because he knew she was talking about her brothers, her siblings, and her mother. He gave a single nod of the head before gesturing towards her ship.

"Off you go," Hunter had finally let her go.

By the time Hunter had gotten home, he was little surprised to see one of the lights on from his view on the street. He climbed the steps of the porch, opening the door as quietly as possible so he didn't wake the kids. His gaze landed on the familiar figure sitting in one of the living room chairs. He closed the door behind him.

"Hey," Hunter called out softly. He took a few strides towards her, kneeling down beside the armchair. He gently grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. "How come you're still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Y/n scolded him slightly. There was a twinge of annoyance in the tone of her voice. "I wake up to an empty bed and a daughter missing."

"Ah, yes. About that..." Hunter's voice trailed off. He quickly avoided her gaze and wondered how he was going to break the news to his wife. But his silence gave it away.

"She's gone, isn't she?" Y/n said rather sorrowfully.

He nodded silently in response. He fought against the tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes, but the light from the lamp illuminated them perfectly. She went to cup his cheek and sent him a weak smile.

"It was bound to happen some day," Y/n tried to reason with him. She shook her head at the notion. "She couldn't stay your little girl forever."

"No," Hunter agreed. "She couldn't. She's all grown up now."

Ever so slowly, Hunter rose to his feet alongside her. He took her spot in the chair before gently guiding her down to sit in his lap. He went to drape her legs over his lap and have them hang over the side of the chair. She wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned down to rest her head against his shoulder. He cradled her gently in his grasp.

The two parent's gazes fell on the wall where each of their children's height had been marked over the years to show their growth. There were countless tallies and dates, including both of his brothers' and the lurca hound's. They studied each mark as a reminder of how much each of their kids had grown over the years.

But Hunter's sights were stuck on a rather faded mark on the wall. He remembered the day like it was only yesterday. He loved seeing how excited Omega was to have her height marked on the wall; how Omega tried to stand as tall as she could while he used a pencil to mark it. Then, seeing over the years, her tallies had grown until she was basically his height.

"They're all growing up so fast," Y/n said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Maybe it's our sign to have another one," Hunter joked. She sent him a warning glare so he pressed a little further. "Come on. The littlest ones about five years old now. We're due for another."

"I told you I am done having babies. We've had three; that's a good number," Y/n swiftly shut down the idea of having another little one. She could think of a million reasons why that wouldn't pan out great. "We're getting too old for this. And with your bad back..."

"I know. I know. You don't have to remind me," Hunter chuckled softly, just loving how flustered she had gotten while talking about having a kid again. He pressed a gentle kiss to her check to calm her nerves.

The two of them swayed slightly in the rocking chair, basking in each other's presence. Their eyes set on the wall. The house's memories over the years came flooding back to them. The children's laughter was an ever present sound that brought the purest form of joy.

Their eldest daughter was all grown up now and out of the house. They remembered every single memory they made with her over the course of the past couple years. She had drastically changed their lives, but all for the better. And they wouldn't change a single thing.

LITERALLY AM OBSESSED WITH THAT FINAL SCENE OF OMEGA AND HUNTER. HAD TO WRITE MY OWN VERSION AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

The baby’s name should be Beth! Like the Kiss song!!! 🥰

That is too cute! I love it and honestly might steal that😍

brick by brick (crow by crow)

Hot & Bothered | Eddie Munson

Summary: Now on their way to Warzone, Eddie can’t help but fantasize about the reader dominating him.

Warning: NSFW +18 only, smoking, sexual tension, swearing, dirty thoughts, undressing moment, slight choking, fantasizing and mentions of fetishes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Type: Oneshot

Part One Here

During the car ride, Eddie was replaying the last couple minutes in his head. He tried to reimagine what it felt like to have her in his lap or when she so forcefully forced him back in the seat.

At this point, Eddie wasn’t helping his little problem underneath the pillow. He pressed his wrist even deeper into the pillow in hopes of reliving some of the pressure. He fought back a groan by bitting his bottom lip. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly.

He was trying so hard to hide from the others. He couldn’t let them know what he was thinking or feeling in that moment. He also couldn’t get himself off. He was stuck.

Instead of trying to change his thought process, Eddie found himself crawling into an even deeper hole of his secret fantasizes. He let his mind wander further away from reality.

In this fantasy of his, Y/N was standing right in front of him in the same empty camper can. He was still situated on the couch with the small pillow on his lap.

He inhaled sharply at the mere sight of her only wearing his oversized hellfire shirt. His shirt fell just over the swell of her bottom so it covered everything.

All of the sudden, Y/N grasped the bottom part of the shirt and began to tug it over her head. By doing this, it was revealed that she was wearing the most beautiful set of red lace underwear. She also had matching red lipstick that painted her lips.

In response to seeing her like that, Eddie pressed his lips into his mouth and bit down so hard. His eyes down the length of her body in hopes of taking in every curve of her beautiful body. He pressed both of his hands down on the pillow. He whimpered at the feeling.

In the most seductive manner, Y/N began taking steps towards him. She stopped to stand between his wide open legs, gazing down at him with heavily hooded eyes.

As Eddie looked up at her, he swallowed the heavy lump at the back of his throat. He was breathing so heavily that his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

Slowly, Y/N raised her hand towards the side of his face. She cupped his cheek with her hand and he felt himself leaning into her touch. Her thumb swiped her his bottom lip before she forced her thumb into his mouth. She pressed her thumb onto his tongue, prying open his mouth.

In this fantasy, Eddie sucked her thumb in the most obedient manner. He had this look on his face that said he would obey any word she said and he would worship her like no other. He was growing more hot and bothered with each passing second.

All of the sudden, Y/N climbed back into Eddie’s lap. She brought both of her hands to either side of his face, caressing his hair out of his face and playing with it in her hands.

Carefully, Eddie moved his shaking hands to lay on the sides of her hips. He drew her body closer to him and pulled her down as he pushed up into her. He groaned upon feeling her body pressing into his hard on.

“F-Fuck,” Eddie stuttered. He closed his eyes and relished the feeling.

When Eddie opened his eyes, he took note of their proximity. The tip of his nose had just brushed against hers. He could feel her soft breaths on his face. He even smelled her sweet perfume which only made his mind go hazy and fuzzy.

Without hesitation, the two of their bodies had collided into the most heated and bruising kiss. It was quite messy; their lips were meshed together, their teeth clashed, and their tongues intertwined.

He could feel this tight knot forming in the center of his stomach. His fingers sunk into the sides of her hips, gripping her so tightly that he never wanted to let go.

She weaves her fingers through his curly locks of hair, holding the back of his head. She balled her hand into a fist and tugged on his hair which caused him to moan in her mouth.

Without parting to even take a breath of air, Eddie tilted his head to the side to deepen their connection. He desperately wanted to taste her rosy red lips. He forcefully parted the seam of her lips with his tongue, shoving his tongue into her mouth to explore.

All of the sudden, Y/N pulled his hair so roughly that it forced them to break away. The two of them were panting heavily, staring at each other with pure lust in their eyes.

She began to attack his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She was sure to leave deep red and purple marks. She moved towards the crevice of his jaw, sucking the sweet spot and hearing the sweetest moan come out of his lips.

In that exact moment, Eddie snaked his hand down to her neck. He dug his fingers into her neck. He forcefully pulled her away from his neck and held her right in front of him. He imagined that it was getting hard for her to breath but it would only turn her on more.

He pulled her forward to claim her mouth once again in an intense manner. His heart was beating so fast that he was scared it would actually break out of his chest. His hands wandered the length of her back until they found the clasp of her bra.

Right as Eddie was about to undo her bra, the camper van hit a huge bump in the road. This immediately caused Eddie to snap out of his fantasy and back into the world of reality. He opened his eyes to survey his surroundings.

“Son of a bitch,” Eddie whispered to himself. He was still turned on and his little fantasy really hadn’t helped at all.

The kids were sitting on the long couch at the back of the camper. At the front of the van, Steve was driving and Nancy was sitting in the passenger seat. Then Y/N and Robin were sitting on the small couch right across from him.

When Eddie’s eyes landed on Y/N, he quickly took in her demeanor. She was sitting with her hands neatly folded in her lap. For a moment, Eddie realized that his fantasy of her would probably never match her in reality.

He made her out to be this strong headed women who would simply dominate him in bed. But right now, she was looking at him with the most innocent look on her face. She probably didn’t even own a pair of lace underwear.

However, Eddie just remembered the way she had handled him only moments early. He smirked to himself upon realizing that she did have a not-so-innocent side. She could control him if she wanted. She had just shown that she could. And he was into it.

Meanwhile, the camper van pulled into the back lot of the gun store. It was a rather busy day. The parking lot was packed with cars and people were filtering in and out of the place.

“Alright. Let’s make this quick,” Steve said as he put the camper into park.

The others stood to their feet and began to filter out of the camper van. Now since Eddie was wanted by the cops, he had to stay back. He forced himself to stand to his feet as the others left the van.

“I-I’ll stay here,” Y/N interjected.

Upon hearing this, Steve and Nancy turned their heads to look at her. Then the two of them looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They didn’t find anything wrong with that.

“Keep Eddie company,” Y/N claimed. She turned her head to look at him, sending him a playful wink that almost made him swoon.

Once they had all left, Y/N reached into her jacket pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a small light. She popped one into the corner of her mouth and raised the lighter to the end of the cigarette.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Eddie said. He felt himself falling more in love with her with each passing second

“Horrible habit of mine,” Y/N confessed. She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth before blowing a long line of smoke.

Slowly, Y/N leaned forward in her seat and offered Eddie the cigarette in her hands. He took it from her and brought it to his lips. He breathed it in heavily. He handed it back to her, holding the smoke for a second in his mouth.

“Hey,” Y/N said randomly. “I-I wanted to say sorry for earlier.”

“Why?” Eddie laughed nervously. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Because I did some things that might have made you uncomfortable in the moment. And I didn’t mean to,” Y/N rambled on.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Eddie confessed.

“No?” Y/N asked.

“Not at all,” Eddie said. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “In fact, it kinda turned me on. I’ve never experienced that before,” Eddie responded.

“Is that why you have a pillow in your lap?” Y/N questioned with a sly smile in her face.

“You caught me,” Eddie laughed. He pulled the pillow off his lap to reveal his hard on still pressing into his jeans. “It also didn’t help that I was thinking about you after,” Eddie said.

“Y-You were thinking about me?” Y/N sputtered and coughed a small cloud of smoke. She smashed the blunt of her cigarette in the holder on the table, leaving it there.

“Yeah,” Eddie drew out.

“What is there to think about?” Y/N said nervously. She quickly stood to her feet and went to move towards the back of the camper.

However, Eddie had also stood to his feet. He went to grab her wrist in order to halt her movements. She whipped her head around to look at him. She swallowed thickly as he stood over her.

“There is a lot to think about,” Eddie whispered over her. “Left so much to the imagination.”

She didn’t say anything. She really couldn’t in that moment. He brushed a single strand of hair out of her face.

“I yearned to touch you again. I thought about how you’d feel against me,” Eddie continued.

He traced his hand down the side of her body, brushing against the skin of her arm. It caused the hairs on her arm to stand and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

“How you’d react to my touches,” Eddie said in a hushed voice. He leaned forward to bush’s his lips against the shell of her ear. She closed her eyes to savor the moment. She felt the heat of his breath on her neck.

“And how you’d control me,” Eddie concluded. He pulled away from her to stare at her face. He watched her eyes flutter open in the most gentle manner.

“You want me to be in control of you?”Y/N repeated as if she had heard him wrong.

“More than anything,” Eddie shook his head in defeat. He confessed this is what turned him on the most.

Without warning, Y/N had grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down to her height. She smashed her lips against him in the most desperate manner.

He quickly brought his hands to her sides, pulling her as close as humanly possible into him. He moaned against her mouth upon realizing that kissing her was so much better than he’d ever imagined.

He backed her into the wall of the camper, pinning her right there. He parted her legs open with his knee, allowing her to rest on the top of his thigh. She began to grind down on him.

Their mouths were fighting against one another’s. The open mouthed kisses were sloppy which made a loud smacking noise throughout the small camper. They swallowed each other’s moans.

He could feel her fingers tugging at the strands of his hair. He held her face in his hands, smearing their mouths together in a messy kiss.

She tasted so sweet. Her lips were so soft. She melted in her touch and molded her body against his in the perfect way. He couldn’t get enough of her.

She grabbed the flaps of his leather jacket and was trying to pull him closer as she so desperately wanted to feel his body. She quickly shoved his jacket over his shoulders to disregard it on the floor.

When the two of them parted for a breath of fresh air, they stared at each other for a split second. They panted heavily and their chests were heaving.

All of the sudden, Y/N had reached behind him to twist the random doorknob. She pulled open a door behind them which led to a very small and cramped bathroom.

She placed her hand on the center of him chest and walked him backwards into the bathroom.

“What are we doing?” Eddie wondered. He glanced behind him so he didn’t trip on anything as he entered the bathroom blindly.

“We are going to fuck before the others come back,” Y/N explained with a small smirk on her face.

Upon hearing this, Eddie felt the smile growing at the corners of his lips. His heart pounded in his chest at the mere thought. He quickly reached behind her to grab the door handle, slamming the door shut behind them. Now they were all alone.

Part 3? Thoughts?

The Sergeant's Senator | Chapter 6

Summary: The sergeant and senator finally spend a night together in each other's company.

Warning: +18 minors DNI below the cut, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, strong language, smut, kissing/making out, p in v, oral sex (both female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, edging kink, power kink, slight overstimulation

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 4.4k

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The desperation began to grow between the two which made it all the more difficult to pull away.

Her lips were so soft, almost silken and pillowy against his rather chapped ones. His hooked nose nudged against the side of her cheek, moving to the other side of her face when he deepened their connection. He drew her closer to him by cupping her ribcage, desperate to feel every inch of her against him.

When she did pull away from him, there was a shift in the atmosphere around them. It quickly invaded all of his senses, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment. He opened his eyes to glance down at her; his eyes were shimmering with lust and desire. Lips parting ever so slightly to release a shaky breath as he took in the rich scent of arousal that had begun to pool between her legs.

"Oh, you're going to be the death of me," Hunter chuckled deeply.

His voice sounded gruff and husky. His body felt like it was engulfed in flames; that his clothes were too constricting. He mirrored her movements in order to capture her lips once again.

Weaving her fingers through his long hair, she tugged ever so slightly to pull a moan from his lips. Her hands began to move down his body, gently removing a single piece of armor from his arm. She drew away from him, but kept close to him. Breathing heavily against his lips, she pleaded for him:

"Take it off," Y/n panted quietly. "Take it all off so I can feel you."

Pulling just a little further away, Hunter gazed down at her to fully take in her appearance. He saw just how red her cheeks had gotten and felt how hot her skin felt under his fingers. He could hear the rapid beating of her heart in her chest. And he smelt the growing desire dripping from her.

They wasted very little time in making their way into the bedroom, stumbling over the threshold and fumbling desperately to get all of his gear off between heavy kisses. His armor was quickly discarded off to the side without another thought.

The two of them parted only to catch their breath for a minute; their chests heaving dramatically. Now, wearing only his blacks, she was able to feel the groove and shape of his muscles that always hid behind the plates of armor. He watched her carefully, fully immersed in her movements. Her fingers danced across the length of his chest, traveling lower and lower until she reached the edge of his pants.

His own curious hands scanned the expanse of her back, fumbling for the zipper of her dress. He pulled on it leisurely until it left her entire back bare. He eased the material of her dress over her shoulders, encouraging her dress to fall to the floor in a heap.

Reaching for the edge of his shirt, Hunter was quick to remove his own shirt off, throwing it to the side. He laced his arm around her backside, gathering her in his arms so their bare chests could finally touch. Leaning down, Hunter and Y/n's lips met in another passionate kiss. Their lips parted ever so slightly, slipping tongues into each other's mouths for exploration.

Slowly and gently, Hunter encouraged her to take one more step backwards until her legs hit the back of the bed. They collapsed backwards onto the surface of the bed, surrounded by soft and smooth blankets.

His forearms kept most of his body weight off of her, resting on their side of her face and caging her in. His hips found the space between her legs, which were parted on either side of his hips to accompany him. It was the exact same position they had been in when he had first saved her when the assailant attacked her apartment months prior. But now, the situation was much different.

Taking a moment to admire the way her hair framed her face, Hunter could have sworn that he was looking at an angel. He'd imagined them in this position a thousand times, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to live out his dream. Yet here she was laying underneath him and curled into his embrace.

"Just promise me one thing," Y/n whispered against his lips. A small gasp slipped out of her as his hand trailed up the side of her body, caressing her ever so gently.

"Anything," Hunter rasped.

"Don't tell your brothers," Y/n pleaded with him. They'd likely never be able to do this again, but she didn't want their preception of her to change just because she slept with him.

And Hunter understood this.

"Of course," Hunter agreed with a small smile gracing his lips. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "But only if you promise me something."

"What's that?" She smiled back at him.

His breath seemed to tickle the delicate skin of her neck, causing a tingle to run down her spine. He kissed her neck gently, listening to the way her gasps escaped from her notice. He sucked on the pulse of her neck, leaving a small pink mark behind.

"Don't hold back," Hunter requested.

Her sergeant adjusted his position above her, beginning his descent down her body. His hot breath fanning against her skin and causing goosebumps to arise. His dark lustful eyes remained locked with hers. A trail of teasing kisses were being littered against her body.

"I want to hear how good I make you feel," Hunter spoke so sinfully. He shifted over the side of the bed and was kneeling at the foot of it. He finally tore his eyes away from her face, settling his gaze on her heat in front of him. He dragged the fabric of her undergarments down her legs almost in a teasing manner.

Waiting in anticipation, Y/n's fingers curled into the soft fabric of the blankets beneath her. She felt his breath fanning the heat between her legs, knowing that he was drawing nearer to her without having to look down. His hands grasped the backs of her thighs, hoisting them onto his shoulders for leverage.

"Let me know if this is too much for you and I can stop," Hunter reassured her. She nodded her head rapidly, still waiting for him to take the plunge.

Finally, not wanting to keep her waiting, Hunter's head moved forward until his lips enclosed around the little bundle of nerves. This action caused her to jolt slightly, but he kept her grounded by wrapping his arms around her legs. His tongue began to draw her wetness into his mouth, desperately lapping at her and drinking everything she was willing to offer him. He moaned into her, moving with more passion.

Unable to contain herself, Y/n had to close her eyes to savor the feeling of him being down there. Her hand weaved into his hair, pulling slightly to keep him closer to her. Little moans escaped past her lips which only urged him to continue his efforts relentlessly.

The small stubble of his face rubbed against the inside of her thighs, irritating the skin by leaving a bit of a red mark behind. But she didn't care in the slightest because it felt so good.

His senses getting the full experience of his deepest desire. He savored every second of it, not knowing if he'd ever be able to do this again. He enjoyed the way she tasted against his tongue, the way her growing arousal smelled, the way her skin grew hot under his touch, the way she called his name desperately, and the way she looked squirming with each movement. It was everything he dreamed of.

"H-Hunter," Y/n began pleading for more. "I'm so close."

Taking that as a challenge, Hunter rose a little higher from his seated position. He gripped the back of her thighs tightly, moving them back so that her legs pressed against her chest. He pinned her down there, continuing to eat her out like a starved man.

The obscene noises filled the entire room. From the moans she let out to the wet noise of his mouth moving against her folds. She arched her back as she chased her high, desperately clinging to the sheets underneath her. He slipped a finger into her warm and wet entrance, settling a slow and steady pace by pumping his finger in and out of her. His lips trailed up to the little bundle of nerves, swirling the tip of his tongue around it to give her the most pleasure.

Slipping another finger into her and picking up the pace of his thrusts, Y/n was drawing closer and closer to her climax with each passing second. She squirmed underneath his grasp, almost feeling too overwhelmed with the sensations she was experiencing. She pulled him impossibly closer, calling out his name one last time.

He felt the way her walls were clenching and contracting around his fingers, hinting how close she was. He easily found that spongey spot deep inside her, pumping his fingers expertly to chase that rich feeling. He let out a small moan against her, which ended up being her undoing.

The blinding white tingling sensation took control of her entire body, throwing herself in the deep end of pure ecstasy. Her legs tightened around his head and her hand pulled his hair painfully, but he didn't seem to mind. He eased her back down slowly and pulled his lips away from her sensitive spot.

Pulling his fingers from her entrance meant she suddenly felt empty. She wanted nothing more than for him to be inside her. She gazed down at him with half-lidded eyes, chest heaving with each breath and fingers raking through his hair. She admired the way her juices coated his lower face. He didn't need to think twice before inserting his two soaked fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue.

He slowly climbed back up the long length of her body, finding the spot between her legs once again. His evident arousal pressed against her own heat and got the lower half of his blacks wet. He drew away from her, coming to stand at his full height. Sliding his fingers into the waistband of his blacks, Hunter carefully eased them down his legs and discarded them off to the side.

And now she saw how far down that tattoo really went.

Sitting up by putting weight on her forearms, Y/n's eyes shamelessly raked up and down the length of his body. She rubbed her legs together subconsciously to ease the ache between them. Then she rose into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, coming face to face with abdomen.

For a moment, Hunter watched her movements very carefully. Her fingers traced along the valleys of his muscles, memorizing every groove and dip. The mere action caused his breath to catch in the back of his throat and the hairs to rise against his skin. Finally, Y/n wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and teased him by giving him an experimental tug or two.

The way her fingers felt squeezing him and the way his skin moved with each pull was starting to drive him crazy. He closed his eyes; his head tilting up towards the ceiling as a deep moan drew from his lips. Each pump of her hand sent another wave of pleasure through him.

Suddenly, Hunter felt her warm and soft lips wrap around the very tip of him. Her tongue teased the underside of him, feeling every vein and ridge of his member. She began to take him further into her mouth, sinking down to the hilt before drawing almost all the way out. He swore under his breath, fingers weaving into her hair to encourage her.

He just couldn't look at her; he knew he'd release too early if he did. He simply relished the feeling of her lips being enveloped around him, loving the way her head moved back and forth as she took everything he had to offer. She bobbed her head at a slow pace, gripping whatever she couldn't fit into her mouth and slicking up the rest with her saliva.

Gripping the back of her head a little tighter, Hunter started to thrust his hips into her mouth. She picked up her pace, moving just a little faster in hopes of bringing him closer to a release. His breath quickened and his chest heaved with each second. He was so close and she knew this by the way his muscles tensed and by the way his cock twitched in her mouth.

Breathing steadily through her nose, she took him as far as she could by opening her throat to allow the weight of him to sink further. He slid in and out of her mouth with ease, barely noticing the strings of drool that connected from her mouth to his skin. She moaned around him, which caught him off guard. He quickly pulled himself out of her mouth, not wanting to cum just yet.

"W--Wait," Hunter called out.

He still gripped her head tightly, keeping her at a safe distance. He held the base of his cock, praying that he could prevent himself from releasing his seed just then. He took in gulps of air, finally feeling the peek subsiding for the time being.

"N-Not yet," Hunter explained while panting. His thumb traced along her pink plump lips. "D-Don't wanna cum just yet. Not until I can be inside you."

Slowly, Y/n found herself leaning back onto the surface of the mattress once again. Her eyes never left his in the process of laying down and laying herself out for him to admire. She gave him a bit of a show: hands dragging up the length of her body to settle on her breasts and fingers tweaking her nipples. Legs parting to show the mess of arousal lingering between them. He took it all in greedily with lust filled eyes.

Crawling back over her in bed, Hunter pumped his length a few times with the help of his hand. Her legs moved up to frame his waist and he rested most of his body weight on his left side. He eased himself to her entrance, prodding her folds open with the very tip. He began to push into her ever so slowly, closing his eyes and groaning at the feeling of her warm walls enveloping around his member.

"Fuck," Hunter breathed. He dropped his head down to briefly rest against her shoulder.

Clinging to him desperately, Y/n wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his waist to draw him in closer. He kept inserting himself slowly, burying himself inside her until he was fully sheathed.

"H--Hunter, I--I..." Y/n commented with a small gasp. She wiggled her hips to move against him, desperate for more. She clung to him. "Need you to move, Hunter. Wanna feel all of you."

His deep honey brown eyes fixed on her face, watching for the slightest bit of discomfort. He kissed her possessively and passionately, swallowing her moans. His lips shifted to the side of her face, pressing soft kisses against her cheek and moving towards her ear. There, Hunter whispered sweet nothings to her.

"You feel so good, mesh'la." Hunter began to draw his hips back leisurely. A soft mewl left her lips, which he quickly calmed with a hush. He slowly pushed himself back inside. "Feel so tight," Hunter added with a grunt.

Starting out slow, Hunter began to set a steady pace. He pumped his hips against hers, gliding in and out of her rather effortlessly. His body moved to press deeper into hers. He let out soft grunts.

It was like she was meant for him: fit around him so perfectly, welcomed him in with each thrust, and clenched in response to his movements. She was thinking the exact same thing: his cock fucked her so perfectly, hitting that special spot easily, growing hot and heavy, and milking the soft sounds that escaped her.

Shifting his body upwards slightly, Hunter continued thrusting by snapping his hips into her. He reached down to grasp her thigh, hoisting it over the bulge of his hip and driving deeper to reach that perfect little spot. Her body responded so beautifully to his ministrations, moving along with him and creating the most sinful noises. She arched into him and pressed her chest against him, which allowed him to slip his arm around her waist and hold her.

Weaving her arms around his neck, she threaded her fingers underneath the band of his bandana. She pulled the material off of him, watching the way his long locks of hair tumbled down and framed the curve of her face. Throwing the bandana to the side, Y/n continued to relish the feeling of his cock driving into her relentlessly.

They leaned forward until this heads met, keeping their arms wrapped around one another. He gazed down at her with loving tender eyes; he wanted to commit this moment to his memory forever. He began kissing her again, lips trailing down to the groove of her neck and inhaling the strong scent of lavender that lingered there.

"Oh, mesh'la," Hunter groaned. He clung to her so desperately.

"Hunter, please..." She begged because she was so close to her high.

Her pleas became his drive. His thrusts had grown quicker in pace with his hips moving in tandem against her own. A thin layer of sweat coated their bodies as they rocked in a synchronized motion. Fucking her so deep that her body melted into the bed beneath her.

Her body quivered ever so slightly. With legs growing weaker as they shook against him. Breathes grew more shallow as she chased her high. He continued to strike that little sweet spot deep within her, teasing her with each thrust.

Dropping his head, Hunter's gaze landed on the point where they were conjoined. He couldn't look away, feeling memorized by the way he moved in and out of her. He could hear the bed creaking under them. He finally drew his eyes away, looking back up to see her face twisting and contorting slightly.

"Come for me," Hunter encouraged her; his voice coming out in soft pants. He snapped his hips into her roughly. "Come around me. Let me feel you."

Reaching down, Hunter brought a hand to the little bundle of nerves between them, rubbing quick circles around it. This is exactly what she needed to fall over the edge of euphoria.

Mouth falling open, Y/n felt a strong sensation washing over the entire length of her body. She called out his name which was music to his ears. The pleasure came in waves, continuing the pursuit relentlessly. Her body had grown so warm. She clenched around his cock as his fingers worked her through her orgasm. He choked at the feeling of her squeezing him, sensing that her body was trying to persuade him to follow.

But instead of letting his body fall into the pits of pleasure, Hunter began to slow his thrusts and carefully helped her down from her high. As her senses came back to reality, Y/n looked up at him in slight confusion. She noticed that he had stopped thrusting at this point, but kept himself inside her for the time being.

"Y--You didn't come," Y/n panted with a. shake of her head. Her brows were furrowed in concern and confusion, but he reassured her with a small smile.

"Not yet," Hunter teased.

Before Y/n was able to say anything to argue against this, Hunter had managed to take matters into his own hands. With his arm wrapped around her waist, they switched positions and flipped over in the bed. Now, still holding him inside her, Y/n was seated on top of him and straddling him. Her legs stayed on either side of him, caging him down to the bed. She lowered her hands onto his abdomen to maintain her balance.

He let her take all the time she needed to adjust to this new position, knowing how deeply seated he was within her. She shuddered against him, still feeling the affects from her last orgasm. She closed her eyes momentarily to gather her thoughts.

This is exactly what he wanted: to watch her take him from above. In a way, this position mirrored their roles in this whole arrangement. She was a senator that he worked for; she would always be above him in society and he wanted her to be above him in bed. He wanted nothing more than to see her riding him.

Hesitantly, Hunter's hands drifted upwards to grasp her hips. He started out slow, guiding her hips to rock against his own. She carefully raised herself up until just the tip with in her before she fully sinking down and taking him back in. He cursed under his breath, eyes closing for a brief moment to enjoy the feeling of her riding him. She continued her process, lifting her hips up and sliding right back down.

It was like she could feel every part of him filling her up to the hilt. Her hands dragged up to the center of his chest, holding him down and feeling how his muscles clenched beneath her. His hands, which previously were situated on her hips, now rested on the firmness of her ass. He lifted her up slowly and helped her ease back down onto him.

The sight of him being beneath her was certainly a sight. She more determined now to make him come in this position. She watched him with hooded eyelids. His eyes were kept shut as if he was trying to contain himself, feeling almost too overwhelmed with the amount of bliss he was experiencing. He moved his head forward until his chin was pressed against his chest. He released a grunt as she rode him expertly.

"You've been holding back," Y/n made note of. He asked her not to hold back earlier so she wondered why he was suddenly holding back. "Think I can't handle it? That I can't take you?" She wondered.

He threw his head back against the sheets, opening his eyes to meet her gaze. His chest heaved with each breath.

All of the sudden, Y/n dropped her hips down roughly and forced him to bottom out inside her, instantly drawing a sharp gasp out of him. She picked up her pace, rising and falling with such speed that her legs started to go numb. She felt like she was being split open by him with each drop. Her breasts bounced teasingly above him, matching the movement of her hips.

The sound of their thighs slapping together began to fill the room. The tension was growing with each second; the thread threatening to break any second now. Feeling him hit that spot deep inside her. Grinding against his abdomen to stimulate her bundle of nerves with every drag of her hips. The growing warmth that blossomed in the pit of her stomach made her desperate to come on him.

"I can handle it," Y/n reassured him.

She took him right there for everything he was worth, fucking him until he was at a loss for words. He watched her breathlessly above him, feeling that knot tighten within him.

"Take me, Hunter." She challenged him. He searched her eyes. "Fuck me. And don't hold back."

It was like a switch flipped in his head. He roughly grabbed her hips to halt her movements, keeping her still against him. He shifts his feet behind her, planting them down into the mattress and raising her upwards ever so slightly. He begins to thrust his hips up to meet hers, fucking up into her as hard and fast as possible.

The force of his movements almost causes her to lose balance so she quickly places her hands on his chest to steady herself. She mewled at the feeling of him driving his thick cock in and out of her at such speed. With her eyes closed, Y/n could have sworn she saw stars. She breathed his name like a prayer.

"You want me to fuck you? Want me to take you and claim you?" Hunter grunted out. He roughly fucked up into her, which made her release a small gasp of surprise. "And ruin a pretty little senator?"

"Yes sergeant," Y/n moaned for him.

Hearing his own title caused his cock to twitch violently in her. His thrusts grew more desperate, pistoning up into her so hard that it knocked the wind out of her. They were both drawing close to their climaxes, ready to finally reach their peaks together.

"C--Come with me, mesh'la."

The waves of white hot pleasure exploded within them, wracking their bodies with the strongest form of pure bliss. Her walls contracted so tightly around him and his cock throbbed within her. The white ropes of his release painting the insides of her walls and her own mess of arousal now coated his abdomen.

Coming down from their highs, Hunter was still pumping slowly into her to help her down from it. His hips eventually stilled, holding her above him for the moment. They panted steadily to regain their breath.

With much care, Y/n was able to lift her hips until he slipped out of her. She collapsed beside him into the mess of sheets, cuddling his side by laying next to him. He looped a hand behind his head to support it. His eyes locked on the ceiling above him.

It didn't take long for her to drift off into a peaceful sleep, but he didn't mind at all. He soon followed behind her, closing his eyes to relax his body into the night. They lay in each other's arms, already realizing something important.

The likelihood that they'd ever get to experience this time alone would be scarce and rare. It was both of their desires to remember this night as their first together and quite possibly their last. And they both had this understanding that nobody else had ever come close or would come close in the future to bringing them as much pleasure as they experienced right then and there. They were ruined for one another. But they didn't seem to care.

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The Emperor of Magic | Prologue

Summary: More feared than the Shadow Summoner himself and more powerful than the Sun Summoner could even imagine, the Emperor of Magic is the only known human to be able to manipulate magic. Having only been a myth up until this point, Kaz Brekker sets out to take her captive in hopes of making himself rich in the process…

Warning: +18 Warning, mentions of gruesome deaths, person taken into captivity

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Type: Series

Word Count: 1.6k

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It had been three and a half years. Any spare moment was spent keened over a desk looking at outdated documents, old records, and even ancient books. Plans had been laid out, but were often discarded once a flaw presented itself. The rumor had started three and a half years ago; that there had been a sighting of what ancient texts called ‘The Emperor of Magic.’

This was no ordinary human being. They couldn’t be classified as Grisha since they only performed small science. They are only able to manipulate things. The Emperor was able to craft, wield, and destroy anything. They are the only known being to control magic.

There were theories that tried to reason and explain the power and extent of magic. The Emperor needs to see a victim in order to inflict order and control their mind. The Emperor must touch a victim’s skin to possess them. The Emperor need only hear their victim’s voice to be able to control their every thought. Though the wildest theory claimed the Emperor doesn’t need to see, touch, or hear anybody in order to control them. They are already all-knowing. Therefore, they could control.

More feared than the Shadow Summoner himself and more powerful than the Sun Summoner could ever imagine. The Emperor of Magic rose above all others. Their power was not limited to one area like the Grisha. They had the ability to control anything and anyone.

The Emperor was not viewed as a Saint; they were viewed as a demon from the depths of hell. A man had died the most impossible death; his head exploded into millions of pieces. Some witnesses were around when the incident happened and called the authorities. Now someone had been taken into custody.

Due to the extent of the incident, the leaders of the three nations called a meeting to discuss what should happen next. They met in Ravka. In the Little Palace, they attempted to come to an agreement as to what should be done about this new threat to their world.

While Ravka, Fjerda, and Shu Han had their differences in the past, they were willing to work together to come to a solution about this issue. If they refused to work together, their countries might cease to exist in a few years time or they might lose their thrones of power. They needed to find a solution.

“She went willingly. Didn’t put up a fight,” the King of Ravka explained to them. “She very well could have taken down my entire army if she wanted to, but she didn’t.”

“Are we absolutely certain it was her?” The Taban Queen of Shu Han spoke.

“Once she was in custody, she killed two more guards the same way,” The King of Ravka claimed. “It is most certainly her.”

“How was she detained?” The King of Fjerda asked in a thick heavy accent. He had obviously heard about the extent of her powers.

“My soldiers took her by surprise,” the King of Ravka boasted. “They covered her eyes with a bag and put muffs over her ears. Stuffed a gag in her mouth so she could not speak and bound her wrists so she couldn’t perform any magic.”

“Where is she now?” The Taban Queen of Shu Han wondered.

“She is currently being kept in a high security prison. Though I fear the cell is not built to contain someone as gifted as her. She needs to be kept in an impenetrable place,” the King of Ravka said slowly.

The Ravkan King’s eyes had shifted to the King of Fjerda. The Ice Court was a military stronghold that was truly impenetrable. Many of the druskelle were tasked with guarding the high-security prison, keeping track of all prisoners. The King of Ravka knew that the Ice Court would be the only place that would be able to contain someone of such power.

“You don’t think she would be able to escape the cells?” The King of Fjerda questioned. “She can control anything; she could make her way out of a flimsy cell.”

“That’s why I’d like to send a Fabrikator to construct a cell to hold her,” the King proposed. But this only caused the King of Fjerda to laugh.

“I would never allow the likes of Grisha into my court,” the King of Fjerda seethed in threat. His people liked to hunt those who could manipulate small science. They found so much pleasure in killing them.

“Then say she does escape. Don’t you think she’ll want to take us out first?” The King of Ravka explained. This only caused the other king to frown. “She is called ‘the Emperor’ for a reason. She won’t need kings or queens once she is in power. She’ll take our thrones if we do not stop her now.”

“You can stop her by killing her,” the Fjerdan spat. “Strike her down where she stands. The demon does not deserve to live.”

“But she could be of great use to us,” the Queen of Shu Han spoke up. Her people were known for conducting scientific experiments and inflicting inhumane treatment onto the Grisha. “If we could harness that power, we’d be able to control our enemies,” the Queen grew excited from the thought alone.

“Exactly,” the King of Ravka nodded. “She’d become our greatest weapon.”

The three leaders agreed that they liked power and they’d like to remain in power. By eliminating the threat, they’d have very little to gain from it. However, if they were able to obtain that power of magic somehow, they’d be able to weaponize it and use it against their enemies. They’d be unstoppable.

So they crafted a legal document in which they all had to agree to and sign. In the document, Ravka would supply the materials needed to contain the threat. The Fabrikators would have to create a cell that could contain such power. They’d also be tasked with crafting the proper attire that would render her imobile and make it so she could not use her magic. The Fjerdan would provide the space to contain her and the people to guard her. The druskelle were known to be some of the best soldiers in the world. The Shu would provide the knowledge. They’d send scientists to perform the experiments needed to figure out how to harness the power of magic.

Each nation had a part to play. And it was going to work in their favor.

That meeting happened three and a half years ago. There was no evidence that the meeting ever happened besides the legal document which explained each nation’s part to play in the whole scheme. Only one person had lived to see the incident happen that resulted in the death of a man. That is how the rumor started.

The Emperor of Magic had been sighted, but there was little evidence to prove it. The man claimed that the authorities took her into custody, but neither the captive or the guardsmen were ever seen again. The man who claimed to see all of this was starting to go crazy, becoming a theorist whose ideas sounded extreme.

The rumors spread across the lands and fell on ears. Many people chose not to believe the man, insisting that there was no such thing as magic and whatever he had seen was just make believe. Some people were most intrigued by his stories and wondered what truly happened to the person captured.

The Little Palace kept the legal document of evidence in a sealed vault. The document had actually never been seen by anybody other than the three people who had signed it. However, unbeknownst to the three rulers, the legal document that was currently sitting in the vault was not the original copy.

About three years ago, a small group of criminals had broken into the palace on a completely unrelated heist. Their true intent was to capture the Sun Summoner who had just recently been discovered. But one of the members stumbled across a secure vault.

He had a thing for lockpicking. When he was able to open the vault, he was slightly surprised to see a single piece of paper inside. He took it without hesitation, coming to believe it must have had some type of significance if it was locked away. He quickly crafted a replica and forged signatures before slipping the copy into the vault.

Kaz Brekker was able to find the one piece of evidence and quickly became obsessed with it. For the next three years, Kaz studied that single piece of flimsy paper until the edges became worn and the paper grew discolored. He tried finding old reports on abnormal or supernatural behavior. He pulled out old records of prisoners kept in the court. He even read ancient texts which described the emperor’s power.

Why the fascination? Why the obsession over a mere myth? The answer was clear to him.

He didn’t believe in saints or demons. He didn’t care about people who could manipulate small science or people who could control magic. What he saw was an opportunity to make him rich beyond his wildest dreams.

If other people in power knew about this potential weapon, how much would they be willing to pay for it? If he managed to break her out of prison and keep her captive himself, what kind of power would he possess?  Power. Money. Control.

He began crafting the ultimate heist. He recovered old maps of the court they had made during their first heist as a full crew. He studied the old myths to become more knowledgeable in the kind of threat they’d be facing. Wanting to keep his whole crew alive if possible, Kaz was making sure every aspect assured their safety.

They couldn’t be seen by the emperor. They couldn’t be heard by the emperor. And they could not touch the emperor. But Kaz somehow devised a plan to get the emperor out of prison. 

It took him three years. He lost count of the amount of paper he’d gone through. He spent too many hours studying those old documents. He also didn’t relay any details to the rest of his crew. At least, not until he was able to perfect his plan. 

Finally, after three years, Kaz was content with the looks of his heist. He looked over the plans once more. He managed to break into the Ice Court once. How hard could it be doing it again?

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