[naughtyxprincessemira]

Give yourself to me | Wes&Emira

[wesley-warwick]

naughtyxprincessemira‌:

There were certain things in life you were painfully aware of, yet often struggled to change or work on as a person. Being a better friend was one of Emira’s crutches. At times she was so self absorbed she could hardly remember that her friends needed to vent and talk and get advice too. She had a tendency to give them advise when it fell natural to her, not necessarily when they had asked for it. Another bad habit she had found it hard to rid herself of. While her relationship experience was limited, though not as short as most would think, her friendship experience was spotty in comparison. Wesley were the only friend she had made as a kid and managed to hold on to. And while she did not always show it as well as she ought to, having him as a friend still meant the world to her. He meant the world to her. She couldn’t imagine where she would have been if it wasn’t for him. Perhaps that was why she hadn’t made a pass at him all these years. Deep down she had been scared what might happen if she did. Scared she might loose him. The thought and desire had crossed her mind many times, but she had also assumed that since he made no move, he had no desire to return. Given his stuttering responses, not to mention the engorgement and hardening of his dick which she could feel swell and pulsate between her lips, she had been wrong. “Because you’re such a sweetheart. Though I do think you’re selling yourself a bit short. Any girl ought to be thrilled to have you.” She was reluctant to spend much more time talking, rather excited to get him all worked up, not just so she could fuck him hard, but because she had the idea of toying with him, curious to see how far she could push before he burst. At this point he was nicely warmed up, more than enough that she could have slipped back onto his lap to ride him as she pleased. But she found that her earlier impatience had been wiped away. It was all too gratifying to watch him squirm and knowing she was in control of his release. Of his pleasure. Of well, essentially, him. “Good boy.” The princess purred as he let his head drop, visibly relaxing. Her fingers were alternating between rubbing and softly squeezing his balls, making note of how they too were slowly swelling, filling up. Purposefully she sighed around his length, loving the size and feel of him in her mouth. When she noticed his hips moving with her she let him at it for a little while. But ultimately she wanted him stripped of any influence, any means to make himself climax, and so she leaned her elbows against the tops of his thighs, doing her best to pin him down, momentarily wishing for a bed and some serious restraints. “Mmh oh no baby, don’t you move a muscle. I am the one who gets to decide when you get your release.” She said, back to sucking at his head, her teeth nibbling at the tip for a moment, her movements vigorous. Using her hand again, she pumped his shaft, moaning and happily swallowing some seeping pre cum that leaked out onto her tongue. “Are you close?” She asked curiously, something devilish dancing in her eyes. “Remember there’s no cumming until I say so, though you do get to ask for permission. I might change my mind about how I’d like to take your milk.”

Wesley was aware of Emira’s flaws as a friend, and he accepted them for what they were.  He understood that no one in his life was perfect, and that he’d never meet someone who was perfect in his life, no matter how close the princess was to being just that, in this moment. The crown prince was happy to accept those flaws, because at the end of the day, they could be worked on, and improved over time, that was their jobs as humans, he felt. Since arriving on the island, his few visits with the Turkish princess had shown progress. She was more aware of his problems, more aware of him, and tried her best to give him a chance to vent as well. Often times, his words simply led to a tangent of her own, but he knew it wasn’t intentional. His close friend simply had more going on than he did, and he was okay with giving up the spotlight for her. She deserved someone in her life that she could speak to, without feeling the need to please them sexually. -- Granted, that might not be the case any longer. He wondered if the situation he was in with Emira now, would ever be the case again. If this was a one time thing, and if after this, they’d go back to being friends, and act like they’d never fucked in the first place. Wes had never done such a thing before, but he was certain he was capable of doing so if he tried hard enough. Besides, it wasn’t as though he could develop feelings for her. They had known each other far too long, and he struggled to see her as anything more than a very attractive friend. How could he not be attracted to her? It was surprising how few times the thought of sleeping with her had crossed his mind, however he simply chalked it up to how unrealistic it had felt only minutes prior. “Really? Feel free to um... Tell others that... So far... No one would agree with you...” He admitted with a nervous chuckle, his cock pulsating in her mouth. Emira was doing things to him, things that only one other woman had successfully done. He was completely at the princess’ mercy, and at this point, he wouldn’t have it any other way. She could do whatever she wanted to him, and he’d say thank you. Wes could feel the pressure building up inside, but she had made rules, and she seemed content on following them. There was no reason for her to change them now, and he worried about what might happen if he did break her rule. Groaning as her elbows pinned his thighs to the couch, now unable to do anything to bring himself pleasure. Any control of the situation he had, was stripped away in this moment, which meant that Emira held all the power, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what she’d do with it. “O-Okay... If you insist, Emira...” He nodded, his head immediately falling back onto the back of the couch, light moans falling from his lips as her fingers and lips expertly worked along his length. Wes couldn’t help how quickly he was growing towards the edge, she was simply too good at what she was doing, and he could feel the knot in his stomach tightening “Y-Yeah... E-Emira... Please...” He admitted, his eyes closing slowly as she continued.

[wesley-warwick]

unabashedlyzyra‌:

Zyra wasn’t one to push anyone if face she didn’t mind at all that Wes was so accommodating and wanted to make sure that she was satisfied. However, she had a feeling that it wasn’t just the fact that he wanted to please her. More so that he wasn’t really comfortable yet expressing himself…sexually anyway. If the conversation early when she arrived was anything indications. Wes was not one to mince words when it came to expressing himself. So in this aspect she wanted it to him not to be so vague.

She released his hold on him, her hand pushing against his chest as she continued to kiss him… deeply. Letting her tounge explore his mouth a little wjile longer. When she had him fully on his back, she straddled him. Her very wet sex rubbing itself against his harden member. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she enjoyed the sensations of feeling him. Part of here, a very large, selfish part of her wanting his cock to fill her. Taking him deep inside of her wet cunt and riding him until they both burned up in the gloriouse heat. However, Zyra wasn’t a selfish lover, she wanted to please him and while she was sure that she could do what she wanted as he said and Wes would enjoy every moment of their copulations. She want to hear him say  what he wanted.

Bending down, Zyra placed open mouth kisses against his chest, biting the skin lighty before she moved on to the next spot to place her heated kisses on. “What I want…” she said taking his nipple into her mouth, and playing with the small peble side nippled with her teeth before switch to the other one. “ -is to know your sexual fantasy.” her voice was husky as her hips continued to grind against his member. The esscense of her sex starting to flow, thourorally wetting both of them. Kissing up his neck quickly, she took his bottom lip between her teeth, a little rougher this time. Her own arousal, rising and her control waning just a little. “ I want you to fuck me the way you want, I want you to take what you want from me Wesley. Thats what I want.” the last part she whispred the longing in her voice as she kissed him hard against the mouth.

Wesley was still practically a virgin, having only slept with one or two women before the island, and they were all long term relationships. Redd had been the first and only woman he had slept with since arriving on the island, and frankly, she had brought him out of his shell a lot. He was still very much in it, and terrified of sexual expression, unsure of how to do it or when to do it. -- Or more importantly how to read the signs that someone was attracted to him, or how to tell someone he was attracted to them. It was all confusing and difficult to do, yet the pirate above him seemed to have no problems at all. It was absolutely incredible.

Pressing his lips back against hers, matching her passion as his lips parted and his tongue began to wrestle with hers. Feeling her pull away, he couldn’t help but frown up at her. He wanted her so bad, and he was worried she wasn’t going to give herself to him. God, she was so hot, and she knew exactly what she was doing to toy with him. His hips instinctively pushing up against hers, feeling the friction of her hot sex rubbing up and down his member. It was driving him mad, and right now, he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. If turning him on was her intent, she had certainly achieved it, and his patience was waning. 

Wesley’s fingers slid into her hair, running along the long black strands every few moments, simply enjoying the sensations she was presenting him with. At her statement, his mind drew a blank. What was his sexual fantasy? He had never thought of it before, but all that came to mind, was Redd doing whatever she wanted to him. He was sure it wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear, but it was all that he could think of. “Redd...” He muttered, looking up at her with lustful eyes. “I want you, Redd... I want all of you. I want to take every centimeter of your beautiful body.... I want you, Redd.” Wes answered, his lips pressing harshly back to hers, his hands landing on her hips and flipping them over so she was now under him, the tip of his cock now pressing against her slit. “Is there anything I can’t do?” He asked softly, knowing that he wasn’t sounding as tough as she likely wanted him to.

[wesley-warwick]

ariaism‌:

              wandering about at night had become habit, if only because of the solitude it often provided. there was something utterly peaceful about the feeling of loneliness at least there had been in the the past few weeks  — perhaps it was her current need to not speak to anyone or the fact that her head was still too much of a mess to really entertain the idea of opening up to someone but she sure did feel grateful to have found a spot that more often than not seemed to be empty. with her arms folded across her chest and blue eyes focused on nothing in particular the princess sighed, closing them for a second as her mind filled with pictures of home. it was nice to imagine, that she was back where she belonged, safe and most importantly with her parents. however a familiar voice soon pulled her out of her thoughts, head turning to find the source a small smile appeared on her features as she recognized the prince speaking to her. “ wesley, hello. “ she greeted with a light roll of her shoulders. “ looks like we’ve both had the same idea. “

Wesley was a very jumpy person, and as a result of that, he often assumed others to be the same. He hated being scared so easily, and knew that many were the same, so he always took this into consideration when approaching them. He certainly didn’t want to sneak up on Aria. Especially not now, late at night, when she was alone. He wasn’t in the mood to get punched in the face, and her being a royal would’ve only made that hurt more. “It’s um... It’s nice to see you.” Wes then gave a weak smile. “Yeah, I’ve been... Getting tired of all the people on this island. Some of them make being stuck here... Incredibly frustrating.” The prince admitted before slowly approaching her. “Would it be alright if I joined you? -- It’s okay if you want to be alone. I just... I don’t think I’m gonna find anywhere more secluded, and I’d prefer to be around you than... Probably any of them out there.”

[wesley-warwick]

princess-wilhelmina‌:

Mina was tempted to say no and just go back to the villa. But she knew she’d track paint everywhere and it wasn’t going to be easy to get that out of the wood. “Yeah,” she said with a smile, trying to fix the tops on the paint as best she could. When she realized it was a lost cause, she sighed. That was a lot of paint and it was the color she liked. Noah wouldn’t be too happy but she wasn’t scared of him. He wouldn’t mess with her too much. She grabbed the empty buckets and nodded at Wes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Wes felt bad for what had happened, and he wanted to make it right, no matter how he had to go about doing so. “Awesome. H-Here. I’ll take those.” He then held his hands out to take the paint cans from her. Wes figured that it would give her arms a little bit of rest, and after just ruining her outfit, he felt he owed it to her, at the very least. “Yeah. I’m good. I just feel bad.” Wesley assured, giving a gentle smile. “I um... It’s nice to see you again, Mina... It’s been a while...” He commented before frowning. “Sorry. That sounded... Really... Small Talk-y...”

[wesley-warwick]

alejandra-santos·:

“If you’re going to be around here, I’d recommend finding a pirate and at least letting them know. We’re not overly alright with royals to be seen lurking around our buildings right now, as you can imagine, so, you might just want to bear that in mind.” Nodding, Ale brushed her hair back over one shoulder as she looked at him. “Then you are best waiting a while, if you don’t want to ask anyone. We have phones, we can always text her, which I can do now, if you’d like?” There was a definite divide on the island, more than there had ever been after the death of the Ukrainian Princess and to a degree, there was a silent split beginning to divide the parents. Many would’ve thought death was too harsh but to Alejandra, who had been brought up by two pirates and had been one herself for years, believed it to be fair. Many of their own had been hurt and easily could’ve been killed. “Ah, poke the bear, thank you. English isn’t my first language so I sometimes have a little trouble with sayings like that.” Even if her Spanish accent was faint, almost unintelligible unless she was focusing on it or was emotional, she still sometimes struggled with her third language. “Well, it could’ve been a worse bad start, so don’t beat yourself up over it too much. You’re all good.” Pushing her hands into the pockets of her shorts as she walked, Ale nodded. “Well, at least you’re not marking a villa walls with lines to mark each day.” She didn’t really know how to speak to a royal about their time on the island. Every question she thought of, the answer was clear and obvious. “Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah. I’ll do that from now on.” He promised, giving a nod of assurance. He wasn’t sure if his words would be enough for the pirate, but he certainly hoped so, because at this point, there wasn’t much else he had to offer her. “I guess that makes sense. That just... Hadn’t clicked before, sorry.” Wes added with a smile. “I always forget about those phones... Probably because we don’t have them too.” He admitted, laughing to himself, knowing that his joke was... Not the best he had ever made. “Yeah, that’d be really awesome, please. Just... Tell her I’ve been looking for her, and that I’ll meet her at her villa or wherever she is. Whatever works best.” Wesley suggested although he was unsure of how their texting worked. Did they text like everyone else? Or did they use codes to keep it secret and unintelligible to outside sources? After she explained that her English wasn’t the greatest, Wesley hummed for a moment before clearing his throat. ¿Hablar español sería más fácil?“ He asked with a bright smile If he could make the conversation easier for her, and maybe even get on her good side, he’d gladly do it. Especially when he was fluent in both English and Spanish. “Yeah... Considering you didn’t stab me, this is... Definitely preferable.” Wesley agreed, a laugh falling from his lips. “Have people been doing that? I’m not a big fan of vandalism...” He muttered softly, surprised to learn this information. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, I’m on an island in the middle of who knows where, surrounded by people who want to gut me, so... I could be better, but... As far as being on an island in the middle of who knows where, surrounded by people who wanna gut me goes, I’m good.”

[naughtyxprincessemira]

Give yourself to me | Wes&Emira

[wesley-warwick]

naughtyxprincessemira‌:

Emira had been leaning on Wesley for as long as she could remember. He had been and remained her close friend trough any and all hurdles, trough any stage of which she had gone trough, no matter how selfish or vain or cruel she had been. Of course she had always done her best to take her negative feelings out on other people, never Wes. If anyone deserved her best behavior, her consideration and her loyalty, it was him. He had never once refused her. And that was why she was sure he wouldn’t refuse her now. No matter what she asked he would always be there for her to count on. It was clear that he hadn’t expected what she did next. Part of her was curious as to how he would handle it, and if he would need more persuasion. But when his lips returned pressure against hers, Emira would have smiled. Perhaps it was silly, to be elated the second he proved that he wanted her back. She had always been someone who did not have to work hard to be desired. But with Wes it was somewhat different, she had never thought he would desire her. “What?” she murmured, taking just the shortest of breaks to speak before her lips returned to the head of his cock, toying with it as if it were a tasty lollipop. Both her hands laced around his hilt, fingers rubbing smoothly over the sensitive skin. Her eyes gleamed with a certain triumph, excitement rushing trough her veins. “Yes Wes. I want you. Now you just lean back baby. I’m going to take good care of you.” All the while speaking her hands were working on him, deft fingers massaging his balls, keeping the blood rushing, never leaving his aching member unattended. “Just remember, the only place you’re going to cum, is deep inside my pussy or my ass, understood? If not there will be consequences.” With that she took him deeper into her mouth, all but taking his entire length and moaning at the sensation, feeling her throat tighten around his cock.Newfound eagerness shone in Emira’s eyes as she bobbed her head back and fourth, working him up as best she could. 

Although Wesley was certain that the princess was clueless about it, Emira was as much of a rock for Wes, as he was for her. They rarely talked about his feelings, or what was going on in his life, and usually the advice wasn’t what he was looking for on the particular subject, but she was still there. She was still an active friend in his life, who, prior to the island, took time out of her day, to text and interact with the prince, even when she was busy with meetings all week. She always found at least a day every week to communicate with him, and that was something he’d always cherish and respect, because many friends that he had made in royalty, had a tenancy to always be too busy for him, or disinterested in him for being so quiet and awkward. And even if all of that weren’t the case, Wesley gained a lot of benefit from helping her with her problems. It made him feel better about himself, knowing that she needed him to help, and that he could help, and offer advice to help repair the situation, and that alone, did more than she’d likely ever be aware of. As unlikely as this whole situation was for Wesley, given their past, he couldn’t help himself. As he thought back, a very small part of him had been curious about this, had wanted this to happen at some point. She always seemed to be complaining about how this guy wasn’t doing that right, and that guy was doing this wrong, and the New Zealander couldn’t help the few times his mind wandered to what she would think of him and his abilities. The idea usually shot itself down as he remembered how inexperienced he was with women, and that alone, had been deterrent enough for the thoughts to never come back. Yet, here he was, his pants around his ankles as her hand ran up and down his stiff length. “N-Nothing. I just... W-Wasn’t... Um... Uh... Y’know...-- Expecting this... Or... Or anything...” Wesley explained through heavy breaths, a large smile on his face, as he thought about how unbelievable and crazy the situation was. “Oh my... G-God....” He muttered as her hands and mouth made work of his member. Wes couldn’t help the curiosity inside him as his eyes looked down to watch the beautiful princess between his legs, hoping she wouldn’t find that strange at all. “Okay...” The crown prince nodded, dropping his head back against the couch, his eyes rolling back as the mental image of her head bobbing up and down on his cock replayed over and over in his head. “I... Um... Understood.” He agreed, unsure of what kind of punishment would come from disobedience. Not that he wanted to find out. She was clearly in control here, and he didn’t think there was anything he could do to change that. As he thought about it more, however, he realized, that he didn’t want to take the control from her. “Your mouth feels... So good, Emira... Shit...” Wesley commented as his hips began to move along to the pace she was setting.

[wesley-warwick]

unabashedlyzyra‌:

“ Maybe not every day,” she chuckled. Zyra kissed up his neck just below his earlobe where her lips hovered. The warmth of her breath brushed against the sensitive skin there, “ But definitely more then you have been,”  she murmured as her lips latched on to him again and continued to leave open mouth kisses.

Her hand continued to fondle his harden flesh, feeling her own arousal grow as she kept a steady pace. Each downward motion of her hand seemingly causes him to thrust his hips closer to her hand. Inching him closer to her slowly, as her lips found purchase on his mouth ones more, swallowing his groan as she purred softly in response. It was one thing that Zyra she liked about Wes, he was very responsive to her touch her kiss. It made her feel powerful, wanted …beautiful. Pulling away from their kiss she looked at him, his eyes still closed. She wanted him, she didn’t think that she would ever not want him, she wanted more from him but she didn’t want to scare him at all. He didn’t have much experience and while she like being in control, she also likes things a little…harder then what they had been used too.

Tilting her head to the side as she watched him, her free hand playing with the short strands of his hair that had fallen over his forehead, she leaned in peppering him with kisses before she asked, “ Wesley,” her voice soft and curious, “ … what other sexually things have you tried.” 

“Darn... -- I mean um... Yeah.. No that’s fair... I’m sure you’re a busy woman...” He stumbled as a nervous laugh fell from his lips. All nervousness melted away when her lips were on his neck, a shiver running down his spine as he chuckled softly. “I... Okay... Good...” He nodded weakly, his hand running through her long locks, as a sigh left his lips. 

Wesley’s breath hitched in his throat as she continued to stroke his length, his hips instinctively pushing against her hand, wanting more from the pirate -- needing more from her. Kissing her back, Wesley deepened the kiss, her lips were addictive and he needed more of her, he was reminded of why they had slept together in the first place. She was so soft, gentle, and understanding with him when they were together like this. Yet, even when they were just having a discussion, she heard him out, and respected his voice, no matter how much he stammered, and struggled, she listened. He could never bring himself to hate her, and doubted he’d be able to even stay mad at her for any longer. Especially not when she was kissing him like this. 

As she spoke, his eyes slowly opened and he looked up at her. “Um... I don’t know... A lot of different things...” He answered vaguely, unable to think of anything specific at that moment. “If... Um... if there’s something you want to try or... Or something -- We can do that?” Wes offered, unable to think of any other reason as to why she’d ask. 

[wesley-warwick]

iwasposeidon‌:

Eli followed the line he was reading with his finger, his other hand holding a pen and scribbling on a notebook. Right to left, airy Urdu script flowed without him having to watch what he was doing. Ramses was in the infirmary, Eli had a day off but still he had gone to the office to do some paperwork and continue his research. After the midday, he had decided to change scenery and come to the common room of the Tulach House to read. It was a cozy space, warm light and old, stout furniture. He had noticed the New Zealander came in but had only acknowledged him with a glance and a small nod. He was vaguely aware of the man looking at the shelves, small selection of books on a narrow topic, he would have been surprised if the prince found something of interest to him.

He looked up as the man approached, his writing halting, “Medical journals,” he said after a pause, in front of him a stack of different publications and various printed out studies, “Trying to map out health risks on the island.”

Wesley had approached and looked over the pirate’s shoulder, only to see a language he hadn’t recognized. He was knowledgeable when it came to languages, but he mostly kept to the languages he knew, and stayed away from everything else. It kept him from getting too mixed up, and generally made life easier for him. He was glad that he wasn’t alone in the library, as the selection in the library was nearly nonexistent and he quickly realized there wouldn’t be anything for him. Should he have bothered the pirate? Probably not, however, he was bored, and that lead to him doing things he probably shouldn’t, including bothering people who were clearly busy.

“Oh. Well if you need a place to start, making the coves safe for people to go in without fear of drowning is good.” Wes suggested before laughing softly. “I’m kidding. I don’t think that’s... Actually possible. -- Is it?”

[wesley-warwick]

princess-wilhelmina‌:

Working on the villas with Noah was something that she was beyond thankful for. It seemed silly but she truly liked it. It was sometimes simple but she was able to turn her brain off. That was the best part. Even now after the work was done, her brain was off, not even noticing Wesley until they had run into each other. Her clothes were covered in paint but other than that she was fine. “I’m fine,” she said with a smile. “Clothes are a different story. Are you okay?”

Wes had been essentially stumbling blindly around the island since his arrival. He had had several pirates, but none of them every bothered him, or concerned him. They never gave him any tasks or chores to do, so he frequently just walked about freely, trying to occupy his time by involving himself in the lives of people who probably didn’t want him there. He hadn’t been punished for it yet, and he couldn’t see that being the case any time soon, so, he didn’t exactly have any incentive to stop. “I um... Same, I guess?” Wes replied, an awkward chuckle falling from his lips. “Do you want me to take you to the Tulach House? We can get this all cleaned up?”

[laprincipessalaela]

Uno scherzo del destino | Wesley & Laela

[wesley-warwick]

laprincipessalaela‌:

“That does not make me worry about you any less, cara.” She looked at him with furrowed brows. “I’m just.. worried.” And it showed in the way her blue eyes were beginning to glimmer with unshed tears. This had nothing to do with her having no faith in his skills, she had all the faith in him after hearing of his knowledge of the tide. But that did not mean she did not worry about the unexpected turn in weather which could and would happen. The thought of anything happening to the crown prince made her heart tighten in the most uncomfortable way. She had lost enough and she did not want to lose anyone else. 

Trust the principe to want her to admit that he was right again. Although there was no one around them, it did not mean that her ego would be happy with admitting it out loud. Again. “No.” She pouted. “I already said it once. That is all you get.” Playfully Laela stuck her tongue out at the New Zealander before erupting in a fit of giggles. Suddenly everything felt right once more, a feeling she had been unfamiliar with ever since the public execution of the Ukranian princess that left her in an emotional shock.

“I don’t think I am that good..” She said with a light shrug as a blush started to make an appearance on her cheeks. “I just.. I care about people who are important to me. Like you.” Everything that Wesley was telling her, it was things that people like Nael and Luka had complimented her on before among a few others, but yet she still found it hard to accept. There are days where she felt somewhat beautiful especially when she had her favourite red lipstick on, emulating the beauty of the deceased Queen of Italia. But still she did not feel like it was enough. 

“I would love for you to join me, Wes. And you know what would be better, if we had some wine and marinara pasta right now. Then it would be a perfect.” 

“Well... I like going there... It’s where I feel safe... I know how dangerous it is, and I’m careful, Laela... You need to trust that I know what I’m doing... Because... I can’t just stop going to my comfort space, just because you’re worried...” He admitted, frowning as he knew she wouldn’t like what he said. Not that he could blame her. He was sure he’d react similarly if he were in her position, but at the end of the day, Wesley needed to start doing things for himself, and it was time for him to be a little selfish from time to time, and if that meant that he’d have to upset his friend, he’d be sad, but... He’d do it. “I know... I am too... Laela, you’re one of my closest friends, and I don’t want anything to happen to you, or to me for that matter, and knowing that what happened to the princess could happen to any of us... That scares me more than anything, but... I know that no one ever goes to the coves, so as long as I’m there, and high tide isn’t coming, I’m safe.” Wesley tried to assure again, hoping that maybe this time, it’d stick. 

He expected too much from her when he asked for her to admit it a second time, but he needed to try. The worst she could say was no, and... That was exactly what she said. “Okay fine. I’ll cherish the memory in my mind forever.” Wesley always found that her laugh was contagious, and as she began to giggle, his own chuckles followed, his arms wrapping around her in a lazy hug. Dropping them back to his sides, he gave her a gentle smile. It was rare that Wes laughed on the island, especially recently. The events had lead to him weak and afraid of everyone and everything, even the people he trusted most, had now betrayed his trust, and it made him constantly fearful. He tried his best to push those thoughts aside and focus on the positive, but sometimes it was hard, and they got the best of him. Luckily, the Italian princess was easy to talk to, and was too caring and innocent to ever do such a thing to him. He knew he could trust her and it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.

The prince shook his head at her denial. He wouldn’t let her think otherwise for even a moment, it was unacceptable. How could she ever see herself as anything other than what he had told her she was. He sighed, and placed a hand on her cheek, turning her face to look him in the eye, his thumb carefully moving a strand of hair from her face. “Whether you think it or not, that doesn’t make it untrue. You are one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met, and I refuse to let you believe anything else, because you owe it to yourself to believe my words. If I didn’t think it were true, I wouldn’t have said them. But I honestly, and deeply believe them.” He assured. “How can I prove it to you?” Wesley asked, his eyebrows creasing together, determined to prove his words, no matter what it took. “It would, but... I don’t think my pirate would give that to me, so... Unless your pirate is way nicer than mine... This’ll have to work.” 

[wesley-warwick]

aaronherzog‌:

A handful of times. Whoops. Aaron shrugged at the other prince, finding it hard to want to convince him of his honesty. Aaron pursed his lips and smiled tightly. “I had a few drinks, sure.”  He wished he’d had a few drinks right then, but alas. It was fairly early in the morning. Wesley’s explanation for the time of year was all well and good with Aaron, no reason to argue. “I have been here for six months. You have been here a while too?” Aaron wondered what Wesley could have possibly wanted, then a thought struck him. “You have seen Mina here by now, surely.” Aaron watched Wesley with a glint in his eye. “Have you spoken with her?”

Wes wasn’t offended that the prince likely didn’t remember him all that well. He wasn’t sure how much the man remembered from any of those events that they had been in the same space. “If you only had a few drinks you’re um... Quite a lightweight. -- No offense.” He commented, his brows creasing together in worry as he realized he may upset the man with that comment. He really needed to think before he spoke more often. “Oh, Um... Almost six months for me too, actually... I got here um... In June... Early June... I don’t remember the exact day, though.” Wesley answered, wracking his brain as best as he could to remember. His memory was terrible when it came to details about people, but for his personal life, he was usually good at remembering details like that. “Yeah! Not much, but... I think we just keep missing each other.” He answered with a bright smile. 

[wesley-warwick]

emiliaadley‌:

Emilia found herself shaking her head in response. “You really don’t have to leave me alone, Wes.” she assured him, rubbing her eye with the heel of her hand. It wasn’t a conversation she expected to have with the man, to have to prove to him that she wasn’t ignoring him and wanted him in her life. “You and I not seeing each other as of late has nothing to do with me avoiding you or disliking you. It’s just…you know. What’s going on here.” she added with a shrug of her shoulders. “But i’d certainly like to see you more often.” Mia offered him a soft smile before bringing her cup to her lips for another sip, the alcohol burning as it slipped down the back of her throat. “I spend a lot of time at Ramses’ villa. You can usually find me around there.” A faint frown played on her lips as she tried to think of where she usually was. As of late, it was really just in the villa with her pirate. “The canteen is a good place to look too.”

Wesley was someone who struggled with his insecurities frequently. He was aware of how difficult he could be to be friends with sometimes, and he had trouble blaming people for not wanting him around. It was fair and reasonable in his mind, why would they want to be around him? “Okay... If you’re sure...” He nodded, giving a soft smile. Wes wanted to believe her, and for now, he would, but he wouldn’t promise himself, or her, that his insecurities wouldn’t get the best of him. However, with that in mind, now he knew, that if they ever fell out of contact, it was his own fault, and not hers. “What’s going on?” The prince asked, raising his eyebrow. Other than the execution, but that was still recent enough that Mia couldn’t use that as much a reason prior to this night. “I’d like to see you more too, Mia...” He then gave a weak smile, because although he meant it, he was fearful that the words wouldn’t come to fruition, and it would be another five months before he saw her again. “Really? Why? What is there to do in the pirate’s villa? Doesn’t that get... Boring? Like... Really fast?” The New Zealander asked, not trying to insult her pirate, but just confused. “Alright. I’ll remember that... I hope...”

[wesley-warwick]

sophiaofcanada‌:

Sophia was laying on her bed attempting not to think about the state of the world and her current condition when she heard a knock on her door. She wasn’t expecting her brother or Henry so she was curious as to who it could be. When she opened it, she recognized the New Zealander and a smile fell on her face. “Look it his, Prince Wesley.” The princess hummed opening the door more so the other could walk in. “Any reason you’ve stopped by your highness?” She teased lightheartedly.

Wes recalled the princess being the sort who didn’t take life too seriously. One who wasn’t necessarily happy to be on the island, but at the very least, content. She seemed to be holding it together better than most others that he had seen since his arrival nearly six months ago. He couldn’t help the sheepish grin that grew on his face as she teased him. She had the sort of humor that made him smile a lot, and he found that she had a cute way of expressing things usually. “Just sort of realizing that we haven’t seen each other in a really long time, so I thought it’d be nice to come over here, say hi, and catch up a bit. -- If that’s okay with you?”

[wesley-warwick]

sophie-dragic‌:

“They’re just considered tropical storms,” Sophie said with a few shakes of her head. The way the prince generally expressed himself made Sophie slightly intrigued as in whether he was often that way or if it was just her. Still, the pirate heard what he had to say, her head moving from side to side as he continued to express himself in the same way. A tutting sound eventually emerged from her. “You do realize you just repeated the exact same things to me, minus the stammering, right?” she questioned, albeit rhetorically. “Let’s try this as an exercise. If you had to tell me, in ten words or less, what you’re expecting from me, how would you do it?” The brunette pressed, wishing for him to find ways to be succinct in his explanation. Perhaps it wasn’t something he’d ever done before, to practice the art of conveying what he wished in fewer words. Should do him good.

“I know what they’re called. I was just asking for clarification.” Wesley retorted, unable to just let that go. He was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them, and it really seemed like she was implying that as the case. The prince didn’t understand what she was expecting from him. She asked what he wanted, so he told her, but apparently that wasn’t enough. She wanted to know what he expected, but he had told her. Wes expected her to teach him to be better. It was pretty straight forward, and the fact that she was pushing him to explain something he had already done twice, was growing irritating. At the moment, he was holding, but if she asked again, he was certain he’d blow up. “Well what do you want then?” Wesley asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Because I answered your question. I don’t know what you mean if that isn’t what you’re looking for.” He added as he did his best to suppress his irritation. “I expect you. To help me. Fix my stuff. -- Please.” Wes answered, knowing that he was repeating himself again, but the fact that she wasn’t understanding despite his clear explanation was aggravating. 

[wesley-warwick]

alejandra-santos‌:

“You didn’t think you’d look suspicious hanging around the hall where pirates have meetings and this is known to the island?” Alejandra raised her eyebrows a little at his explanation, not entirely sure if she believed him or not. She’d be mentioning it to someone else, of course, she trusted no one after the fire. Every little thing could be a clue. “You’d be best to ask someone next time..” She couldn’t help the slight upturn of her lips as he looked at the floor. She was so not used to people being intimidated by her. People usually judged her by her height, her tiny frame, but this royal seemed not to want to face her and it pretty much delighted her. “Just don’t come lurking around here alone, alright? It makes us wary and it won’t put you in the good books. We’re on edge here, rightfully so, you’d do best not to try and prod the… Whatever that saying is.” Shrugging, Ale pushed her hands into her pockets as they began to walk, she couldn’t help but note that she was glad he hadn’t introduced himself as a prince, or given her detail of his position which so many royals seemed to do. She truly wasn’t interested. “Alejandra. You don’t need to be afraid of me, you know? I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just giving you some advice and also making sure you don’t torch a tree on your way back. How long have you been here?”

“We--Well when you put it like that...” He stumbled, frowning softly. Wesley wasn’t the best at thinking through his decisions, and this was just one of the many times that had come to bite him in the ass. The prince’s intention had been true and honest, genuinely unsure of how else to find his pirate. As he stood there, however, he realized how stupid he must’ve looked. Of course he looked suspicious. Her words made sense, and he wasn’t sure how that had slipped his mind before. “Yeah. I will. I’ll definitely stay away from here unless it’s absolutely necessary. I didn’t want to cause any problems or anything. I just... Wasn’t sure where else to look. And um... She’s one of the few pirates on this island that actually like me, so... I didn’t really have anyone else to ask, y’know?” Wes explained with a sigh. He was slow to trust the pirates, and after the fires, his trust had been severed for most of them, especially after punishing people he cared for, in an attempt to find answers. Despite the interrogations, he was certain that nothing had been revealed by those royals, thus rendering the operation harsh and unnecessary. He tried to understand the murder of the Ukrainian princess, but it was hard for him. She was a kid, and Alex... He killed her because she wanted to leave. Because she had the dream the rest of the pirates did, and the ambition to actually pursue it. He’d understood punishment, but... Death? That was... Too much. “Yeah, I understand now. I’ll stay away, I promise.” He assured, giving a forced smile. “P-Poke the bear... Is the saying.” Wes hesitantly corrected, fearful that she might get upset for his help. Some of the pirates had short fuses, and it was always risky offering help. Having been on the island for as long as he had, there was no reason for the formalities of his title, or where he was from. Their names held no power on the island, and if anything, naming his country, might remind the pirates that they needed to grab his sisters. That was a risk he wasn’t willing to take... A risk he’d never be willing to take. Hearing that she wouldn’t hurt him, his body lost some of the tension it was holding. Wesley wasn’t sure how much he could trust her word, but for now, he was growing more comfortable around the pirate. “It’s nice to meet you, Alejandra. -- Despite the um... Bad start.” He then gave a weak, but genuine smile. “Um... Almost six months? I think? Time gets a little hard to keep track of here, but, I think around six months.”

[naughtyxprincessemira]

Give yourself to me | Wes&Emira

[wesley-warwick]

naughtyxprincessemira‌:

Perhaps she was selfish, that was certainly something she could be, but especially so when considering if her cute, handsome but in a boyish way, best friend would refuse her. Emira might be confident and at times overly so, but she didn’t think every man on the planet wanted her. It was easy to assume when you were flirting and someone were clearly giving you signals, but when there had been none, you were grasping at straws. Yes, Wesley’s advice and support was invaluable to her. More so than anyone else’s because he did actually know her, knew sides to her she refused to let anyone else glimpse. But that was also another reason for thinking that asking for a little more might not be such a bad thing. Pressing even more into him, her words were soft when she spoke. “What if you could though?” It was also a mild suggestion as she stared up at him. Here he was, promising to help however he could, holding her and telling her he was here for her now and always. He truly was too good for this world. And yes, she was selfish for taking advantage of his friendship and his trust. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Once the thought had passed, Emira stretched slightly where she sat in order to get close enough to cover his lips with her own. It was a deep and hungry kiss, partly forceful, meant to keep his attention while her hands went to his belt and zipper, unbuckling the one and pulling down the other. Just a few adjustments were needed in order to free what was underneath. Taking his dick out, she pumped it twice with her left hand before sliding down on the floor between his legs, taking his cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the tip. “You can help me Wes. Please, say you’ll help.” While waiting for a response, she sucked the head of his cock gently, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. 

Wesley had always seen Emira as someone that he could trust, but more importantly, someone who trusted him, and he appreciated that about their relationship. Living the busy lives that the two royals often did, it meant that having a relationship as close as theirs took a lot of effort and patience to make time to hang out and have those deep and meaningful conversations that the pair frequently did. Prior to the island, seeing each other once every half a year, or longer was common, which made the island very strange for Wes. It meant that whenever he felt like it, he could see his close friends from the past, including Emira. They had gotten closer than he believed they possibly could’ve before the island, and he was glad that he could see her at least once a week, or, if either party wanted, even more frequently that that. It was nice having someone to depend on, and someone who he knew felt like she could depend on him. “I um... I don’t think I can? -- How could I help?” Wes inquired with furrowed brows. His question was answered rather quickly, however, as he noticed the princess adjusting her position, and then suddenly her lips were on his. At first his body tensed, the surprise of everything hitting him. Of all the years they had been friends, Wesley felt like it was clear to him that Emira hadn’t felt that way about him. That to her, he was a close friend and nothing more, and he thought the same of her. Yet, as her lips were against his, he found himself leaning into her kiss, his lips pressing back to hers, already feeling himself grow hard against his jeans as his mind caught up to what was happening. It was only moments later when his cock sprung from his pants, and she had dropped between his legs. Wes could barely keep up as his body tensed again, his hands grasping at the couch beneath him, trying to get some sort of grip on something. “Ho--Holy.... E-Emira!” He managed to her out, pulling his lower lip between his lips, he bit down softly, his head nodding quickly in response to her pleading. Only a moment later, the prince’s body relaxed, and his head fell back against the couch, his eyes closing softly, one of his hands slowly running through her hair a few times. “Ar--Are you sure you want.... Y-You want... M-Me?”

[wesley-warwick]

@iwasposeidon

Wesley had never been much of a reader. In fact, he was quite the opposite. So much so, that he had learned Japanese, just so he could watch his anime in it’s original form, instead of reading the subtitles along the bottom. He felt they were distracting, they ruined the experience for him a bit, so he figured that learning the language was a good investment. Especially considering how many languages he already spoke. But frankly, the prince was running out of entertainment on the island, and so he found himself begrudgingly in the library, looking around at their selections. There he saw Eli, and although they hadn’t gotten off on the best foot initially, they seemed to recover and get along at least decently well by the end of it. “Hey... What are you reading?” Wes knew it was a stupid question, but it was better than actually reading something, so he’d take it.