a helpful yet quickly drawn guide for the uninitiated..... everyone here is she/her trans lady except the lil guy with bandaid boob (rali) (he/any). in cause u do not know
playing my girl Maeve in her first campaign tonight! She's a Shieldbreaker fighter who is Trying Her Best but is very craingefail about it. I'm sure it'll be Fine
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⋮⋮ Congrats! Maeve finally let you pick the film for movie night! Small problem though.. she’s not even watching the screen—just staring at your lips & touching you like a perv. 𓎠𓎠
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Maeve isn’t really a fan of romance movies, almost everyone knows this or at least feels it. It’s just not her cup of tea—albeit she’s not really that interested in movies anyway, being the type to unironically watch TLC and judge people for their strange addictions.
You on the other hand loved them. You always sent her movie clips where the protagonist and the love interest finally get together, hoping that it’ll spark some interest for the other—but alas, your efforts always bared fruitless.
“It’s just not my thing.” Maeve says aimlessly while playing with your hair. “Snorting baby powder? That’s such a tell. Just say you can’t afford coke anymore and you’re going through withdrawals.” She rambles, making you chuckle slightly before shifting to look up at her. “C’mon, you haven’t even watched anything I recommended,”
Your lower lip jutted in a slight pout, the sight making even Maeve’s stone cold heart melt a bit. “Fine. We can watch your little romcom next week.” She relented, making you smile and kiss her cheek. “I’ll choose the corniest,” “God, no.” “Sappiest,” “Please.” “and cheesiest movie ever.”
Despite her pretend protests—well, maybe not entirely pretend—Maeve’s just glad to see you smiling up at her like that. She takes the opportunity to steal a quick kiss, feeling the softness of your lips against hers before pulling back to continue watching whatever nonsense was on for tonight.
Of course, you, being the sweetheart that you are, didn’t choose the corniest film. You were playful, not mean. Instead, you opted for a classic, the notebook—which you were kind of shocked, maybe even offended, when she told you that she’d never watched it.
You swore up and down that she’ll love it, and that you were even willing to bet that she’ll shed a tear or two at the end. She scoffs at that, of course, but she’s willing to indulge in your silly games.
You don’t even get past the fifteen minute mark when you tilt your head slightly, wanting to see how the movie’s affecting her thus far, only to catch her already looking at you. It’s not brief, she doesn’t look away immediately, only humming coyly when you give her a somewhat inquisitive look.
“Watch the movie,” you grumbled slightly, prompting Maeve to tap your cheek with her finger. “Mm, I like watching you more—see, I’m already starting to get cheesy.” You sigh, not being able to deny that her words did have you feeling warm and fuzzy. “It’s working then.” You said with a sly grin, like you’ve won something. “Sure, hotshot. Whatever you say.”
You continue watching the film, occasionally sighing whenever Allie and Noah have a moment. Maeve on the other hand, kept quiet. More so because she wasn’t paying attention to Ally and Nate—whatever their names were—instead placing all her attention on you.
The first actual disruption came when you felt her hand on your shoulder move up to the side of your neck. You think she’s just feeling touchy, she always is, subconsciously or not, but then it slides up to your jaw. The pad of her thumb traces at the line of your jaw, almost attentively before she tilts your head towards her.
“Mae—“ you tried to start, only to be cut off by the feeling of her lips on yours. It’s soft and slow, yes, but there’s an undeniable sense of hunger in the way she kisses you. “Mmph—Mae,” you murmur against her lips, eliciting a small hum from her. She loves the sound of her name on your tongue, almost as much as she loves your tongue itself.
After what felt like forever, she finally relents and pulls back, leaving your flustered and your lips swollen slightly. She only smiles slightly before turning her head to look at the tv screen, pretending to pay attention.
Throughout the movie, you feel her hands begin to wander again. It starts off innocent enough, her hand trailing up and down the side of your arm in an almost soothing manner. But then she’s sliding it under your shirt, her fingers playing with the little bow on your bra. It’s okay, though, still excusable. She loved feeling you, and you knew that.
Maeve, noticing your complicity, took that as a sign to continue. Her hand cupped your breast, skin cold and rough. She squeezed slightly, making you whine. “Mae,” you said like a warning, but Maeve knew you never meant it. Not when she can feel you arching into her touch, seeking more of her.
“Shh, I’m just trying to romance you—or whatever.” You do your best to obey her words, but with each squeeze and mutter about how soft and good you felt, you started getting sidetracked. She moved with haste, laying you down properly on the couch, bunching your sleep shirt up, undoing the clasp of your bra and discarding it as she kissed you again. Still holding the same hunger as before, but firmer.
Maeve pulls back, her finger trailing against your lower lip with almost reverence, prying your mouth open. You think she’s going to kiss you again, but instead she spits in your mouth—making you whine as she coos at you. “Just swallow—just swallow it for me, love.”
And you do, because one, you’re weak for her and two, you already feel her pulling your shorts down. She groans at the sight, watching as your throat bobbed slightly before you open your mouth again to show her. You’re so obedient, so pliant, and she loved it.
“So good for me,” she whispered, kissing you again. She handles you like you’re precious, like you’re fragile. Handle doesn’t even feel right anymore, it’s almost like she’s worshipping you. Maeve’s lips move down. Kissing at the line of your jaw, the curve of your neck, the side of your breast—nipping just enough to hear you take in a sharp gasp.
You’re wet. Cunt already drooling as she drags her finger between your folds. She bites back a moan, circling your clit slowly, just enough to make your hips twitch, but not enough to make you fuzzy like it usually does. “Maeve..” you mutter. “Mm? I thought you wanted to watch your movie?”
She watches you squirm and writhe, clearly wanting more. “Can’t watch when you’re—“ you cut yourself off with a whine. “When you’re doing that.” She doesn’t let up immediately, instead moving her hand away from your pussy as she gives you a faux sympathetic look. “W-wait—“
“Don’t wanna distract you, love. You wanna watch your movie, right?” She tuts when you try reaching for her, your hand finding her wrist but unable to really do much. “Maeve, please,” you whisper. “Please, please—please what, baby? C’mon, you’re smart, right? Use your words.” Maeve’s taunt doesn’t do much to aid you, your words getting stuck in your throat as you feel tears brimming up in your eyes.
Maeve loves seeing you cry; loves the sight hot tears roll down your cheeks, your lower lip trembling slightly, and your brows furrowed like a kicked pup. It makes her want to hold you, shield you, fuck you until your cries and whimpers are all that leaves your pretty mouth.
“So pretty when you cry,” she’d mutter, parting your lips with her fingers and spitting into your mouth once more. “Mm-mm, swallow, swallow for me.” You do so without being needed to be told twice, hoping that your obedience will result in her finally showing mercy on you. “That’s it, good girl.”
She strips out of her clothing, her skin finally pressing against yours as she positions you like a doll. You try saying something, maybe a thank you, maybe another plea—doesn’t really matter because all that comes out is a moan when you feel her roll her hips, her pussy grinding against yours in a sensual rhythm. “Fuck—you feel so good,” she grunts.
Her clit rubs against yours with each meaningful grind, the sound of your collective wetness echoing through the living room, the movie turning into background noise as she fucks herself against you like a fleshlight.
It doesn’t take much for you to cum, especially after an hour of Maeve’s relentless teasing. She doesn’t stop, though, of course not. She needs to cum too, and unfortunately for you, you’re gonna have to keep taking it, no matter how sensitive you are. Her hand cups your tit, squeezing harshly. “Maeve—s-shit—just came, can’t-“
She shut you up with a searing kiss, biting and tugging at your lower lip enough to break skin. She can feel the crimson taste on her tongue, can hear you cry into her mouth. She soothes the sting with her tongue, muttering small apologies. “I know, I know—God—I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.” she cooed, punctuating her words with another grind of her hips.
Maeve hauls out another orgasm out of you, your thighs shaking and your chest moving rapidly as you do your best to catch your breath. You try to move away, gripping at her forearm to silently tell her to slow down—but she just kisses you again. Sloppy, devouring.
She’s close—her movement getting messy as she chases her own release. Maeve’s low moans growing more frequent and her hold on your leg tightening. You attempt to do your due diligence, doing your best to roll your hips against hers, your pussy already throbbing and aching from cumming two times, and rapidly approaching a third.
Her eyes squeeze shut, mouth parting in a silent scream as she cums, your own orgasm following right after. “Fuck.” She said, voice husky and raw as she leans down and kisses you for the ‘nth time that night. You do your best to kiss her back, your eyes already feeling heavy as your body laid limp. “Did so good for me,” Maeve praises, brushing your hair away from your face before placing a quick peck to your forehead. “My sweetheart. Always so good for me.”
She gets up after a minute or two, earning a small whine from you as the feeling of her body against yours disappears. “Mae,” you called for her with a small huff. “I’m just getting you some water, hon.” And she did. She returned back to the living room, helping you sit up as she hands you a glass. The cool liquid slid down your throat, soothing the strain that’d formed after hours of crying for her.
You hand over the empty cup, thanking her as she puts it on the coffee table. Maeve sat back down next to you on the couch, “come here,” she said with a small motion. You find your place back in her arms, sighing as she wraps them around you and pulls the blanket on the couch over your bare bodies.
“.. we’re rewatching it tomorrow.” You murmur, face buried in her chest. “Rewatching what?” She ran her fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp, nearly making you purr. “The notebook.”
Maeve groans playfully, making you lightly smack her arm as she chuckles. “And here I thought you finally forgot about it.” Her voice teasing as she watches you shake your head. “Nn-nn. Not getting out of it that easy. You’re watching it with me tomorrow, no negotiations.”
☎︎ SPIT IN MY MOUTHwhat!! I need her in a way that diminishes feminism ╱ we need more maeve content on here, and I’m more than happy to provide ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭
Nervous about posting about my arcane oc but let’s rip off that bandaid quick,,
Her name is Maeve! Nothing is written in stone, but the overall idea is that she used to be a medic until the battle of the bridge. After all the things she saw there, she has trouble attending people, and starts working at the brothel as a singer.
Still under development! And just for the fun of it!
witches, other workers, and Catholics following me: please light a candle for, and/or pray to Saint Anthony and Saint Francis respectively for the safe return of a little black cat named Maeve in Seattle who should not be outside right now. thank you
