BEING BOLD
𝐏𝐀𝚰𝐑𝚰𝐍𝐆: He-Man [Prince Adam Of Eternia] x Reader
𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: @gl1tt3ry posted request
𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: This is actually my very first request here. Thank you so much for the request! I hope this comes to your liking... I'm not much of a writer, but I do hope you like it!
Enjoy!
The castle of Eternia stood great, mighty, and proud under the bright sun, along under the watchful eye of the great Sorceress of Castle Grayskull. Her form flying under the sunlight as her shadow casts among the cobblestone ground.
Townspeople chattering with each other, a woman with a basket full of needed necessities of food, vegetables, preserved cloth-wrapped meat butchered from a local shop, and her little boy following in tow. His little feet pattering against the ground as he follows his mother, his hair bouncing with every step he took, his hand being held by his mother for him to stay close with her.
"Good morning, Madam!" The shop-keeper behind the wooden stall stood firm with their back straight, their smile wide as a greeting with their eyes trailing over the items on their stand. "What can I get for you today?"
...
Thunderous footsteps were heard behind the closed doors of Castle Eternia's Royal Hall, the great Masters Of The Universe carved on the cream colored limestone walls. The first king, King Athor, stood with his posture straight and tall, his head held high with his nose stood out.
His broad shoulders brought out the muscular veins of this forearms, his armor decorated with the crest of Eternia's blessing. His hair curled beautifully and gloriously. His face stone-firm and neutral. His eyes squinted with the readiness of a leader to fight against the enemy.
His beard long and curled. His position or pose stood with his sword, the tipped blade positioned downward with the handle held in his hand. Toned and poised.
The rest of the Kings of Eternia stood beside him, positioned the same way as King Athor.
The footsteps thundered closer and closer to the door, the guards remaining at their posts.
Thump—thump—thump—thump—thump—thump—thump...
The guards still remained at their posts.
The doors pushed open wide, a figure of a woman walked among the marbled-granite floor decorated with gold and white streaks, her hands clasped together in front of her royal dress.
She wore a whipped white cream colored dress, the back flowing with streams of glittered, sparkling stones from the Aquarii stars from Eternia's Galaxy.
As the sunlight shined against her, she glowed with dignity, authority, and pride. Her heels stepping against the Royal Halls, echoing like drums.
Her scarf wrapped aroung her neck, hanging loosely on her shoulders, extending further and further to match the back end of her dress.
Her hair bounces up and down with each authoritve step she took, her head held straight and high, her Hyperes earrings dangling around with the diamond jewels against her ears. The golden bracelet, engraved with initials of her name and her lovers name printed on the bracelet, jinggling like the sounds of peaceful, chiming bells among the Degron's month of Victory.
She greets the soldiers with a nod, her smile widening as she straightened back up. "Gentlemen" Her smile lowers softly to a polite smile, "I am here to see Prince Adam." She stated with kindness, her posture firm, yet calm.
"May I enter?"
The soldiers grab the handles, the door pulled away from each other to reveal the other side.
"Thank you." She says.
"Your Majesty." The soldiers bow with the followed reply, closing the wooden doors with a groaned thunk behind her. She turns her head to look back, the doors now shutted behind her.
She heavily sighs while releasing the cramped clasp of her hands, grabbing the crown from her head and walking towards the bed of Prince Adam.
She throws the crown on the bed, turning around to sit and she does. She fiddles with the hem of her sleeves, tucking away a strand of her (H/C) hair behind her ear.
"I know you're hiding, Cringer." She states with a playful chuckle. A shuffle heard with a soft, low purr as the woman sitting on top of the bed busts a small chuckle from her chest. "Come on, Cringer. I'm here." She calls out to the fearful green tiger hiding under the massive bed.
Cringer's paws peaked out a little bit, then his snout, then he slithers himself out and he stood before her.
"I really didn't want to go." Cringer purrs while letting his head plop on top of her legs. "Adam wanted me to go and train with him."
"Oh, I know. But, think about it. You'd be the most fearsome, powerful green, adorable tiger there is! You'll have the courageous power from the sword that Adam has been chosen to weild. And, with the great courage from your friends, from Adam, from me..." Cringer looks down, his brows pinched together in thought. The woman grabs the green tigers chin, gentle guiding his eyes towards hers.
"And most of all, the courage from yourself too. You are brave, kind, fearless and strong. You know I love you, and you know Adam loves you. So, between both of us. We know you can do this."
She hugs the fluffy cat, giving him ear scratches in return. The tigers eyes flutter in pleasure as she pets and scratches his ear and head at the same time.
...
Later that day, around the middle of the afternoon. Cringer resumes to hide in his little spot, his hiding spot he explains.
The woman sits at the little desk-table right next to the open doors of the bedroom, the bedroom curtains flowing with the ruffling summer sounds of trees as a white noise.
She dips the pen in the ink. With the tilt of her head to the left, leaning slightly further into the paper, her handwriting clearly written with pretty curls and swiveling lines, yet written beautifully with such grace and speed.
She provides with focus and purpose with the tip of her pen sprinting across the page, humming a soft lullaby her mother sang to her when she was small.
...
Prince Adam enters his room, huffing and puffing, his skin glowing with sweat from the recent rescue nearby Eternia's kingdom. His armor felt tight around his body, the belt a little bit worn and the medal plates among his body showing scratches and dented marks.
"Hello, Your Majesty." The girl spoke up first, her focus still remaining on the written paper.
She places the pen down, standing up and walking towards Prince Adam. His height looming over her as he huffed and puffed. "I've missed you." He sighs.
"I bet you have, but for now, you should probably change back and take a nice, warm bath and take one long rest." She whispers, her nails trailing along his face, going from his cheek, then to his chin.
"Go on." She urges him with a nod, gesturing to the private bathing room across them both. He leans for a kiss, his lips near hers. She places a finger on his lips, stopping him for the moment as he tries to avoid her fingers and aim for her lips.
He tries multiple times, making the girl giggle as he tries. His voice muffled with a groan, "Mm—please." He whimpers, he pulls back and sighs. "I miss you."
"I know. And I missed you too." She teases, kissing the tip of his nose. She pats his shoulder and sends him off. "Bath. Now.
He groans with his head hung back, dragging himself to the bathing room, returning back to his regular, civilian state.
...
Adam lays in bed on his side, staring at the woman across from him, sitting at his desk with the pen scribbling across the pages. Her focus so intense and drawn, she softly mumbles among the paper as she whispers to herself out loud, hers eye betraying the thoughts and ideas in her head as she tries to write down something on the paper.
"(Y/N)." He draws his voice, extending it further. "My love." He calls once again, her mind elsewhere on the papers, than with him. She continues to write further and further.
Adam pulls away the sheets, standing up as he walks over to (Y/N).
"(Y/N)..." He draws out again, kissing behind her ear as he gives peppered pecks. "Come lay with me." He huskily whispers with one tiny nibble from his teeth on her ear lobe. She chuckles, a small sigh leaving her.
"Adam, I have to get this done."
"My love... You know that can wait until morning." He kisses her neck, the hardened boner clearly evident on his pant, tightening even more, the evidence of his... Extra large amount of happiness showing through the mirror.
"Adam..." She warns him, her hand on his. "Adam."
"(Y/N)." He replies back, his teeth exposed from the grin. He knows. Oh, he knows he getting it.
"Adam—" She stands up with her palm wrapped around his wrist, her thumb brushing against it.
"Adam, what did I say?"
"Hmm?" He tilts his head, his brows pulled forward with his chest showing small bursts.
"Adam, what did I say?"
Oh.
Oh, ho.
Something in him stirred a little bit.
Something...
Unexpected. That's for sure.
"Oh, I don't know. I can't really remember." He shrugs, clearly trying to pry something.
"Stop, Adam."
"Mm–mm. Nope." He laughs, scooping her up, his muscular arms holding her up which made her yelp a little.
"Adam!" She gasps while trying to figure out a way to get out of his grasp. Her legs dangling while he threw her over his shoulder.
"It's my turn."
...
Something happened.
He doesn't know. She doesn't know.
But, something happened.
Right now, at the moment, he lays on the bed moaning while gripping the bed sheets under his knuckles, his shirt risen a little higher to show his abs. His pants, however...
Her head bobs up and down, the slurping and sucking sounds of her mouth and saliva against his thick cock. His head hitting the pillow and his eyes screwed shut, his mouth hung open as his silent moans were completely heard only by the wind.
"A–Ah. Ha–Holy..." He stutters dumbly, so drunk at the sight of his lover on her knees sucking him dry with no remorse. Bobbing up and down, her hand grasping around the shaft, slithering with a grip that the skin follows beneath her hand.
"Mm." She purrs while sucking harder, pulling back to rub him further to the tip. "Ah, now look who's drunk? Hmm?" She quirks a brow with smile, pausing her rubs, the grip loosens.
Adam raises his head, "I– Wh–Wait! No, don't stop." He pleads, shaking his head and panting.
"I promise. I promise I'll be good!" He moans, "Please, don't stop. Mm— So close!"
"Hmm." She hums with her index finger tapping against her chin. "You sure about that?" She asks with a little tilt of her head. "Hmm?"
Adam nods with no words.
"Mm—I don't know." She drags her tongue from his balls, taking one, long lick up to the tip. A small, gleaming, creamy single drop of pre-cum falling.
"Oh, look at you." She tsks. "You're so close."
"Please, oh. Please, (Y/N). Please." He begs with his hips thrusting to nothing, his pitched moans showing proof of the unfinished release.
"I... I need..."
"Need what, my love? What is it?" She coaxes, "Come on, what is it?" She encourages, flicking her tongue on the tip of his cock, giving peppered kisses and kitten licks.
The feeling made him shudder, the mushroom tip burning red like fire.
"Please, let me cum." He begs, pleading for relief. "Please."
Her smile broadens with a soft shrug. "As you wish."
Adam quirks a smile, his eyes remaining on her. His head then falls right back on the pillow, his chest rising and falling with him ready to release.
(Y/N) had other plans.
"You know, you've been a bad boy, Adam." She states, pulling her scarf away from her throat. Adam raises his head again, his brows pulled in confusion.
"W–What?"
"You've been naughty." She says while sitting up, straddling him with the mushroom tip touching his stomach.
"I... I..."
"I've been so busy, you knew I had to finish the letter to send to the others." She starts teasing the tip, then she grinds herself on top. Adam, however, could feel something resonating from her fingers.
Adam sees a white glow from her fingertips, touching the tip which made him whimper. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm promise I won't do it again." He pleads.
"Oh." She tsks while shaking her head. The white glow trails over his body, her palm now pressed on his stomach. With just one touch, he moans loudly with a groan, long streams of cum spewing to the sky, making her chuckle.
Adam falls limp, completely spent like he ran for miles. His veins pumping, exposed by his sweaty skin.
"Adam?" (Y/N) calls, pulling his chin to make him look at her, his eyes loopy and cum-drunk. He makes a sound to let her know he's listening, panting heavily like a dog.
...
..
.
"I'm not finished yet."
