I had the honor, the PRIVILEGE to get to make a print for the patreons of @legendlarkpod this spring! Specifically from their Blades in the dark campaign Nevernowhere, which takes place on a fucked up magical train (and if you know me, you know I love it).
I wanted to make something really layered and werid space-wise, and focus on the main trio- ICONIC dynamic!
Saint Cecilia (c. 1626) by Simon Vouet (French, 1590 – 1649), oil on canvas, 134.1 cm (52.7 in); width: 98.2 cm (38.6 in), Blanton Museum of Art, The University of Texas at Austin
one thing about tfota that makes me love it so much is that I want to see more of everything. i want to see what cardan’s days were like in hollow hall, i want to see more of his dynamic with locke, valerian and nicasia. i want to see his interactions with his sisters, however brief or hurtful they might have been. i want to see more of his relationship with nicasia. i want to see eva and madoc’s love story. i want to see eva and justin’s love story. i want to see more of asha and eva’s friendship. i want to see more of vivi and heather. i want to see taryn and jude slowly re-building their relationship and taryn apologizing. i want to see madoc raising his daughters when they were little. i want to see more of van and liliver’s past. i want to see garrets’ past as well. i want to see more of orlagh and nicasia’s relationship. i want to see madoc and oriana realizing they are in love now. i want to see more of liriope. i want jude and cardan to sit down and have a talk about the shit they put one another through. i want MORE please give me more
Notes: so this sort of happened. It was only suppose to be a head canon. Anyway. Please like comment and reblog. It lets me know you want more. Ask box is open!
Warnings: NSFW, smut, desk sex, cockwarming. I give the general a name ( Oliver ) so the reader also has something to call him, cussing, pussy pronouns. Let me know if I missed anything, not beta read. Maybe slightly ooc because he’s soft for the reader.
You didnt know how it happened, how you wound up here. Here, in your husband's lap. Entirely bare and impaled by his thick cock , stuffed so full while he worked away at his desk. One hand carefully wrapped around your mid section while the other paid meticulous attention to the paperwork he had before him.
Ok, so you lied. You did know how it happened. You knew full well what you had done to get yourself into this type of predicament you were currently in here and now. You couldn't help it, he had been gone all day. Working, slaving away at his job. He was a General after all, quite the important one. All he needed, all he wanted was just one hour to finish up his paperwork for the night and then he would have been entirely yours for the remainder of the evening.
But you simply just could not wait, couldn't be patient. Coming up behind his desk chair your hands ran along his shoulders briefly. He had changed out of his uniform and into something simple he could wear around your shared little home, a simple black t-shirt and some soft grey sweats. Really it was his fault, at least you thought so in that little head of yours. He knew what those sweatpants did to you. How they hung perfectly low on his hips, gave you a clear view of the soft lines down to his navel when he was to lift his shirt. Not that he did that this time around, but you knew. You knew and that was the problem.
Carefully your thumbs dug into his shoulderblades, massaging the tense mussel there as he worked. A welcomed moan of relief fell from his lips as he seemed to scribble away at yet another paper. No doubt signing off on something clearly important. Your lips met the top of his head, slowly like any caring and compassionate wife would when trying to help relive some of the tension in their husbands shoulders after a long day at work.
Slowly, you made your descent. Lips catching the tip of his ear, innocently, pressing feather light kisses down along his earlobe. Working your way carefully to his neck. inconspicuous or at the very least you thought you had been. His hand had come up to the side of your face thumb, running gently along your cheekbone before he turned enough to look up at you, “ Not quite darling.. I’m almost finished and then we can indulge on any little thing your heart desires.. dinner, maybe that movie youve been telling me about.. hmm? “
Indulge you then, pulling you in for a simple heated kiss. One that would leave you craving more, but also hopefully hold you over until he was finished with his paperwork. Or rather one he had hoped would hold you over temporarily. But his kisses where so intoxicating, so fulfilling that it just left you craving him more.
“ Oliver.. “ you tried to sound firm, like you weren’t just trying to work your way into his pants. Like you where just being innocent when you where most definitely not.
“ I’m just trying to help you relax. “ you spoke, sparing a second while he seemingly went back to his work before you began again. Right where you left off, lips cascading down along his neck again. Hands sliding over his shoulders and down the front of his chest. Nails wracking gently along the tshirt, working slowly back up until…
Suddenly, he was pulling you down into his lap, guiding you down so you gracefully landed on his lap. Papers all but forgotten in that moment right there.
“ couldn’t be patient huh? “ his face pressed softly into your hair. Arm coming to snake around your mid section gently, then pulling firmly. “ …. Couldn’t just wait thirty more minutes for me to finish up my work… “ his fingers trailed down, slipping past the waistband of your pants working, probing softly along the soft supple skin.
“ Do you crave me so much that you simply could not contain yourself? “ his fingers slip firther, past your underwear and straight for your clit. Finding that little bundle of nerves with his index and middle finger. Circling gently, once twice before adding more pressure just enough to hear that pretty little gasp fall from your lips.
You couldn’t answer him, how could you after all? As his fingers worked over your sensitive clit. A steady pace was set, working you up before he swipped his fingers lower. Through your wet folds and gently pumped them into your aching heat, “ oh my darling wife.. you’re so wet for me.. should we fix that hm? “
You nodded vigorously, your mistake really. Softly he pats your thigh with the hand not buried in your cunt. Working you over so deliciously you did not want it to stop. Yet still you listen to his every word, “ up.. up.. let’s get these pants off you shall we.. “ He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pants. Making sure to take your underwear with it. Tugging gently when you stand for him. All the way down your legs until you have to step out of them.
He releases you for a moment, just a moment to lift his hips and pull his grey sweats down along his ankles. Revealing his throbbing hard cock before he settled back into his chair. His fingers returned to you’re center, only to collect the slick that had been leaking there. Bringing it back to his thick length and running it along himself. From tip to base, lazy, gentle, teasing. A couple of good strokes as you watched him, the soft struggle of a strained groan from his lips before he moved his fingers from his cock. Grabbing your thighs now and pulling you forward.
Forward until you landed into his lap now, straddling his hips as you started kissing from his collarbone up to his neck. Almost to his lips before he stopped you. Hand gently crashing your face, the pad of his thumb ran along your bottom lip. Your tongue darted out, licking along the pad of his thumb now. Pulling a soft, satisfied groan from his lips. You thought you had him, you genuinely did.
“ come on baby.. raise your hips a little… let me in.. hmm? “ he sounded so sweet, so willing to give you what you had been craving all day long. Carefully, and with his guidance, you lifted yourself. Knees pressing into the chair in order to help you balance as he held you. As he took hold of his stiff cock and fed the tip into your tight head. Moans falling from both of you as you as you slid down the length of him. Slowly, carefully. He made sure you didn’t slip. He always was so gentle with you, careful like you where some delicate flower. Which is what you where, to him at least. You where his whole world and nothing, nothing in that world would ever lay a hand on you.
He bottomed out inside of you, a collected sigh of relief left the both of you. So full, so deliciously full and satiated. You needed a moment before you where to move, or so you thought. A gentle testing roll of your hips was stopped instantly. His hands firm at holding you down against his cock. Not giving you the opportunity to grind on him, to bounce on him like you so desperately wanted.
“ o.oliv.. “ he silenced you with a simple kiss pressed to your lips. A smile, clearly evident when he pulled back just enough to take in you’re reaction. Oh he was loving this.. to much.
“ You couldn’t wait for me like normal… so now you get to sit here, warming my cock until I finish these reports darling. “ he rolled his hips, once, just for good measure to get his point across as you gasped, “ stay still until I’m done… and then I’ll reward you.. “ a kiss to the corner of your lips now, “ let me finish these papers and then.. I’ll fuck you right here until you’re shaking and can’t think of anything else. “
A promise and he always made good on his promises to you, especially you. His arm wrapped around you now. The other hand moving back to his papers, papers he genuinely had to get to before the night was to end. Leaning forward to look them over, still writing with that god awfully annoying pen.
Your arms went to wrap around him, something he seemed to allow as they tightened softly on his body. Head now resting on his shoulder as he worked. Thick, hard length buried deeply into your snug heat. You could feel him, twitching every so often. And it took every part of your concentration not to grind yourself against him as he scribbled away at those dammed papers.
Shuffling, scribbling. The soft etching sound of his pen was one of the only sounds you could concentrate on. But you where growing impatient, terribly so.
How much time had passed? Was he dragging this along on purpose? Because you had been so insistent and impatient the second he walked within the threshold of their door.
Sometime between your thoughts, the pen scribbling and the soft ticking of the clock he had stopped. Face pressed into your neck as now both hands where on your body. Gentle, firm. As if finding his own composure in that very moment. Should you test it? Should you try and move just to see what he dose?
Before your decision was made he moved. One hand moving from your back to settle something’s around his desk, neatly. Without moving his face from your body, just an eye to see what he was doing.
Both his hands are on your hips now, fingers pressing into the soft skin there before he took a deep breath you hadn’t realized he had been holding. A gentle pull, he slid your hips away from his length. Causing you to whimper in protest before he was slamming you back down on him. Steady, constant. Working you over his throbbing cock with strained grunts. The sound of your gasps, the whimpering moans that tumbled from your throat as he pumped you on his length was like music to his ears.
Within seconds one of his hands hooked under your thigh, the other at your back for stabilization as he stood himself up clumsy. Depositing you on his neat and meticulously organized desk. The one he seemed to pride himself on so dearly. His hands all but ripped his shirt over his head, now using the desk as leverage to fuck himself into your tight, wet heat. Walls fluttering and milking him for everything he had.
“ You’re so.. god damn impatient, you know that? “ there was no real bite to his words. Not now, never with you. You where his love, the light of his life in this annoying place. The one he would do anything for, the only one that mattered, his wife.
Your hands where pawing at his back now, fingers searching for some sort of traction. Something more stable to hold onto as your moans bounced off the walls of your little shared home. “ oh.. nnh baby… please right there. “ begging, you’re begging for him now. The thickness of his dick dragging in and out of you.
A plap plap plap sound all but fills the room accompanied by both of your ragged panting for air. Desperate moans that swirled around the room as he all but growls into your skin. “ you like that baby? Getting fucked on my desk.. all improper like? “ his thrusts grew sharper, chasing as your nails softly dug into his skin. The broken sob of a moan that fell from you in that minute was all that he needed in order to know that he was right.
“ yeah.. “ his thrusts continued, hand sliding up from your back to your shoulder so he could hook his fingers there. Get an anchor so he could thrust into you more precisely while your legs hooked perfectly over his hips, drawing him in more, “.. gunna come baby?.. want to feel you.. want you to gush on my cock pretty girl. “
The hand that was on your thigh now found your clit, even with his sharp thrusts into your body. He knew you like the back of his hand, knew what got you going. Knew what had you coming apart at the seems, simply because he loved you.
His fingers worked you over now, in like with the deep drag of his cock in your pussy. You could all but shout. Whining, moaning.. whimpering as each jolted thrust now had your legs shaking. That build up in your body, the coil tightening somewhere deep in your belly. Like you where vibrating violently, just wanting it to snap. Feeling so close to just that.
“ I.. I’m gunna.. please.. I.. mhgg.. come.. please let.. me.. “ your voice is a broken sob of his name as his hips snap forward again.
“ Come for me sweetheart.. let me feel you pretty girl. “ his fingers rub your clit more firm, deeper circles as he worked you over that edge. The coil snapping and violently at that. Your back arched, butt lifting off of the desk as your orgasm rippled through your body like electricity. Legs shaking, body shuddering as you practically screamed his name.
Music to his ears, his thrusts became erratic, trying to work you through your high while he chased his. Keeping you from collapsing onto his desk as you where all but jelly in his hands now.
Once…
Twice…
A third thrust and he was gone, hips bucking against his own will. Entirely coating your insides, filling you with an animalistic growl. Shuddered groans turned into what you could only describe as soft moaning whimpers in your ear as his hips turned to gentle subsided rolls. Keeping his spent deep within your heat.
Listening to the rapid beating of your heart it took him a moment, just a moment before his head moved, dragging his lips along your cheek before pressing them passionately against your lips. Pulling you in by your very soul for this kiss.
His breath came slow, as did yours, panting, savoring every moment like this between the two of you.
“ Who knew paperwork got you this worked up General.. “ you said his rank instead of his name entirely on purpose. Earning a soft grunt and sharp thrust of his hips Despite the both of you just having a mind blowing orgasm. Simply beside he knew it would pull that sweet, broken little gasp of an overstimulated moan from you.
Your fingers found his face now. Sliding along his cheek as you simply just took him in. Thumb sliding back and forth, soothingly as he still remained buried deep within you, “ We should move to the bed my love. “
Your voice came through, cutting through his thoughts as he leaned into the touch of your hand, “ in a minute.. “ he savored this.. really savored it, “ .. just want to stay here with you for a moment darling. “ his voice was quiet, a sharp contrast to the hardened general he was outside of this home with you. His lips captured yours once more.
Just a minute..
He only needed a minute to compose himself and take you to bed.
Whatever that meant moving forward for the evening.
