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Antony x Maeve Modern AU Drabble (Pt. 2)

“Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

Tags: @claudevonstruke @bacchantony @choicesarehard@give-me-ernest-sinclaire @regina-and-happiness @simsvetements  @thechoicesvita

Part 1 is here ya’ll!

If Antony had it his way, he would sweep up the beautiful girl in his arms and carry her to one of the empty rooms in the house, or even back to his place. But she slid out of his embrace, her bet with her friends satisfied, and began to leave,

“Retreating, are we?” he called to her back as she went, smiling when she spun on her heels back towards him.

She shifted her jaw in annoyance, then took a few steps back towards him. “First, I do not retreat. Second, I’m done, so what reason would I have to stay?” she replied haughtily.

He reached forward and traced the shape of her cheek. “I can think of a few, especially after hearing some of the sounds you were just making.” 

She pushed his hand aside. “Fuck off,” she said with a roll of her eyes, but as she turned back around she couldn’t hide her wry smile.

He laughed. “Are you going to tell me your name at least?”

This time, she didn’t turn around, and then she was gone. 

He asked a few people if they knew anything about her, giving her vague description to them. Most said they couldn’t help him, or were drunk beyond coherence.

Brutus seemed to know who she was. He was sitting on the couch a pretty girl in a purple dress on his lap, her waist in one hand and a beer in the other. “Might be the new girl. Heard she moved here from Germany or something. Super hot,” he drawled. 

“She’s not that pretty,” the girl on Brutus’s knee said, flipping a braid over her shoulder. “She’s actually kind of a bitch.”

Antony gave them a bored smile to hide the anger that they sparked in him. “Yes, and you would know, wouldn’t you, Xanthe?” Not bothering to see her shocked expression, he walked away in frustration. 

He was leaving the upstairs bathroom when she found him again. There was a clear “no people upstairs” policy at the house, but Antony was an exception of course, and he preferred to used the bathroom that wasn’t covered in vomit at the moment. After he shut the door behind him, he caught sight of her by the stairs, face impassive.

She was just a lovely as before, but this time she appeared to be a bit more out of sorts. Her ponytail was a little less sleek, her cheeks a little rosier, and her shirt was askew, nearly revealing the entire lacey cup of her bra.

“Hello again—“

“Bathroom?” she said, nodding to the door.

Antony blinked. This was unexpected. “Yeah?” Was she going to pretend like the kiss downstairs didn’t happen?

She nodded. “Is it clean?”

What the fuck was this conversation? “Cleaner then downstairs,” he said with careful confusion. 

“Good.” Then she stalked toward him, gliding past as she slipped into the bathroom. “Well, are you coming or not?”

When fully realization hit Antony, he didn’t need to be asked twice.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, she pushed him back against it by his shoulders and stared him in the eye, unflinching. “Are you drunk?”

Green. Her eyes were a shade of deep animated jade that he had never seen before. “That kiss from earlier certainly sobered me up,” he said with a half-smile.

She continued staring with those eyes.

“I’m not drunk,” he said seriously. 

As soon as he finished speaking, she gripped his shoulders and devoured him. 

Her lips were so soft to the touch but hard and demanding as she pressed them harshly to his. Antony moaned as her tongue slid against his, and he was suddenly lost in the movements of her mouth and the delicious scent of her perfume. For the second time that night, his arm banded around her waist and pressed her body against his. Growling, she hiked her leg around his hip, and he gripped her thigh without missing a beat, pulling her even closer to feel what she was doing to him. 

She moaned when she felt his hardness against her, grinding her pelvis against him involuntarily. Antony hissed, sliding his hand from her thigh to her ass. In retaliation, she bit his lip. His hand snaked under her shirt to undo the clasp on that goddamn bra, but she slapped his hand away. Antony couldn’t help but smile against her lips at her fire, the control she demanded. No one had ever been like this with him before. 

She pulled back and practically gripped him by the collar. “I--” Her lips brushed his jaw. “Don’t--” She bit his neck. “Retreat.” Then she was on her knees and undoing his belt. 

The sight of her kneeling and flushed and eagerly undoing his pants drove Antony absolutely mad, his need pumping through his veins. “By all means, prove me wrong.” 

“Shut up,” she said, but her eyes were on his waistline has she freed his cock. Then she gave him a long lick and his head was back against the door. 

Despite how fast she was moving a moment ago, she took him into her wet mouth slowly, tortuously. He wasn’t sure if he should hate her or love her for it.  

His hand came to tangle in her hair, encouraging her as she began bobbing her head. He grunted, resisting the urge to thrust into her mouth and risk scaring her off with being too rough. Instead, he dragged his fingers from her hair to lightly brush down her neck, tracing slowly over her to play with the strap of her shirt, only to glide back up once more, trying to focus despite how good her lips felt around him. 

She hummed around his cock, the vibrations nearly sending him reeling. Then she met his eyes, pupils dilated with lust, telling him without words how much she wanted to do this.

She began picking up the pace, hollowing her cheeks as she did so. Her hand caressed up across his abdomen, and the groan that escaped him was animalistic and wanting. His grip on her hair tightened, unused to being at someone else’s mercy. The novelty of this stranger having such dominion over him along with a flick of her tongue pushed him over the edge, only giving him a brief chance to warn her before he was spilling into her mouth. 

She took it with an expertise that he chose not to dwell on, and as he came down, she released him with a wet sound that nearly made him hard again. 

She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her hair as she rose to her feet, color high on her cheeks but her face unreadable. He couldn’t quite figure her out. She had gone from kissing him to rejecting him to giving him one of the best blowjobs of his life in a single evening. Antony would puzzle out this woman if it killed him.

“As you can imagine, now I really want to know your name,” he chuckled as he fixed his pants. 

She huffed a laugh. “Fair. I’m Maeve.”

“Antony,” he replied, fixing her ponytail over her shoulder. 

“I know who you are.” Her eyes glinted as she tilted her head in a feline sort of gesture. 

Perfect. “All good things I’m sure.” 

“All good things to know, rather,” she shot back effortlessly.

He caressed the side of her jaw, not unlike how he touched her earlier. “Seems a little unfair, don’t you think? For you to apparently know so much about me and I only know your name.”

She raised a brow. “I saw you talking to Xanthe. I’m sure she would be more than happy to tell you all about me,” she quipped, her dislike for the girl evident. 

So she had kept track of him. Interesting. Pulling a mischievous smile, he purred, “I prefer experience to rumor, And if you give me just a few moments, I would be more than happy give us both some more experiences.”

She glanced over her shoulder, then back at him, frowning. “I’m not going to fuck you on a sink that looks like it’ll fall apart if I stare at it for too long. Besides, my friends are leaving soon.”

As much as he wanted to step in front of the door to get her to stay, he didn’t want to make her feel trapped with him. He had to go for persuasion instead. “Are you really the sort of woman to not take exactly what she gives?” His thumb brushed her bottom lip. 

“Considering you just learned my name about a minute, I wouldn’t say you know me well enough to say what sort of woman I am.” She moved to poke him in the chest. 

He caught her hand and nibbled the inside of her wrist. “Let’s get to know each other over dinner, then.”

Her brows raised suspiciously. “Of all the things I’ve heard about you, being the dinner date type wasn’t one of them.”

He wasn’t, but getting dinner with her was immensely appealing. “Can you blame a guy for wanting to see you outside of a bathroom at a house party?”

She snorted. “Smooth.”

“Thank you.” He held out his hand expectantly.

Rolling her eyes, she handed over her phone. “Drinks. No dinner.”

“Drinks, and a stop at the food truck on 9th.”

She pursed her full lips. “Deal. And I’m not sharing my Greek fries.”

He laughed.“Sounds fair. Besides, I need to make up for my bad behavior,” he said as he tapped in information into her phone.

“Care to elaborate?”

He leaned his head down, lips brushing her cheek in the lightest of touches. “I usually make sure a woman comes before I do. You…caught me by surprise,” he whispered next to her ear.

She stepped around him to make for the door. “I’ll be sure to give you ample warning next time.”

Next time.

“Also,” she turned her face towards his, their mouths inches away from one another. “If you brag to your fuckboy frat buddies about this, I’ll chop your cock off.” 

“I would expect nothing less.”

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“You want me to… spy on Caesar for you?”

Antony winces at the word ‘spy’.

“I want you to… keep me informed.”

He pulls you onto his lap, holding you in what would be a tender hug were it not for the curious eyes of the crowd.

“It will be painful for me to watch you play to him. But you are the only one in the whole Republic I trust to do this for me.”

Just a wee bit excited for ACOR to come back next week (NEXT WEEK!!!!!!) so I made a thing. 😊

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Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

Historical AU 

Royal AU 

Modern AU 

Coffee Shop AU 

Bar/Restaurant AU 

Bookshop AU 

Florist AU  

Hospital AU 

Dance AU 

Airport/Travel AU 

Neighbour AU 

Roommate AU 

Detective AU 

Bodyguard AU 

Criminal AU 

Prison AU 

War AU 

Circus AU 

Summer Camp AU 

Teacher AU 

Dystopian AU 

Space AU 

Performer AU 

Soulmate AU 

Fairy Tale AU 

Massage Fic  

Sick/Injured Fic 

Proposal Fic  

Wedding Fic  

Holiday Fic  

Birthday Fic 

Pregnancy Fic  

Baby Fic 

Vacation Fic  

Bathtub Fic 

Text/Letter Fic 

Coming Out Fic   

Grief Fic  

Survival/Wilderness Fic  

Almost Kiss 

First Kiss 

The Big Damn Kiss 

Dance of Romance  

Flowers of Romance 

Chocolate of Romance  

Blind Date  

Not a Date  

Fake Dating 

Fake Married 

Arranged Marriage  

Accidentally Married 

Marriage of Convenience 

Mutual Pining 

Secret Relationship  

Established Relationship 

Awful First Meeting 

Forgotten First Meeting  

Accidental Eavesdropping  

Interrupted Declaration of Love 

Poorly Timed Confession 

Love Confession 

Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Star Crossed Lovers  

It’s Not You, It’s Me 

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

Character in Peril 

Heroic Sacrifice 

Flirting Under Fire 

Locked in a Room 

Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

Stranded on A Desert Island 

Stranded Due to Inclement Weather 

Huddling for Warmth 

Bed Sharing  

Did They or Didn’t They? 

In Vino Veritas  

Above the Influence  

Anger Born of Worry  

Green-Eyed Epiphany  

The Missus and the Ex 

Second Love  

Intimate Artistry  

Married to the Job  

Innocent Physical Contact 

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On 

Aroused By Her Voice  

Erotic Dreams 

First Time 

Unexpected Virgin 

PWP 

Kink 

Makeovers 

Hair Brushing/Braiding 

Sleep Intimacy 

Scars  

Time Travel  

Curses 

Magical Accidents 

Accidentally Saving the Day   

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You’ve been busy????

Yeah bby I'm a double major with a concentration and I work like 20 hours a week :/ It’s the end of the semester so everything’s a lot. I’m really not trying to ignore the fandom or anything I just have to make sure I’m on top of life bs 

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Okay, this isn’t conventional but...

I got some prompts for my Antony/Maeve Modern/College AU all at once, so I think I’m just going to post the drabbles for them in installments rather than all at once. 

(Also hey guys it’s been a minute)

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My mood currently.

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Don’t mind me just crying in the club here. Ily @regina-and-happiness you’re an angel ❤️

Thank you to @wughhumans , @thechoicesvita , @a-whore-of-rome , @pbiskillingmehere , @callefortaleza , @marc-antonys-woman, @boneandfur , @lizeboredom ,@missameliep and many more whose fics have been such an amazing experience to read. You have no idea how much the fics provided a respite when my real life was getting a bit difficult. Also special thanks to @lifeof314universe for being such a great listener and advice giver.

I love you all.

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sorry but could you put a "read more" on your nsfw alphabet? ^^

shoot I knew I forgot something

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NSFW Alphabet: Antony x Maeve

Authors Note: Oh my GOD this took longer than I expected it to. There were a lot of surprises with this one, actually.  

Tag List: @claudevonstruke @bacchantony @choicesarehard @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @regina-and-happiness  @simsvetements  @thechoicesvita 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sex doesn’t end when they both come. Sex ends when they’re both so spent they can’t possibly go at it one more time. After hours of rolling over and switching positions and changing rooms, they usually just fall into bed, breathing heavy, and pass the fuck out. Then when they wake up, they take a bath so long and languid they practically prune themselves.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Maeve wouldn’t tell a soul, but her favorite spot on her own body is where her tattoo is inked. It’s been the only constant in her life and a way to connect to her past even in the smallest way.

On Anthony though, she loves his shoulders. Gods, she loves his shoulders. Whenever he gets out of bed and stretches his arms above his head, muscles rippling and scars stretching, she practically purrs and bites her lip.

And every time, without turning around he says, “You had better get that lusty look out of your eye, darling, or a man might do something about it.”

She would do no such thing.

For Antony, he thinks his legs are his best feature, and shows them off often, much to Maeve’s delight. Years of training and battle made them powerful and toned, and he was proud of it.

Curves were common enough on any woman, but if Antony was a more prolific man he could write poetry about her hips. The curve of them fit perfectly in his hand, and he loved nothing more than sucking bruises into the dip of skin next to her hipbone. And when she moved them? It undid him like nothing else.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Antony tries to get Maeve to come in his box at the arena. Often. The crowd can only see the top half of their bodies when they’re seated so Antony can have his hand under her skirt as much as he wants. As soon as he would touch her knee, Maeve would shoot him a dirty look, mouthing, Don’t.

Antony would raise his eyebrows in mock innocence, hand sliding higher under silken fabric. It irked her that this was a game they both knew she was going to lose, and Antony reveled in it. He liked winning nearly as much as she hated losing.

Antony wasted no time in plunging his fingers into her, the penetration so quick that it made Maeve cough out a breath and clutch her seat as she jerked. He would spend the next few minutes watching her squirm and try to regulate her breathing as he plunged is his fingers into her and pressing lightly in just the right place. 

When she came--and she always did--she would look to the sky, mouth slightly agape as she let out a long unsteady breath. Her small victory would be that she never cried out when he made her come at their seats, maintaining at least some level of secrecy of what they were doing. 

This, however, was nothing compared to what Maeve would do to him in the litter on the way home. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Maeve once almost knocked him out.

Antony was this close to dismissing a poor unsuspecting servant just so there wouldn’t be any witnesses, but Maeve gently reminded him that turning him out wouldn’t make him unsee the ordeal.

It was midday and Antony was picking up speed in his movements, hitting deep and barely pulling out of her before thrusting back in. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, biting the skin above her knee, and Maeve threw her head back in a desperate pant. They were both shining with sweat and getting lost in the crescendo of the moment. 

They were both supposed to be out attending to the upcoming celebrations, but Maeve seemed to have other plans when she took him into his mouth and drove him so insane he almost had no choice but to throw her on the bed and have his way with her. 

They were both so close. Maeve grabbed his hands and pressed it to her bundle of nerves in a silent command, roughly biting his shoulder as she did so. She was about to cry out her pleasure when the servant walked in, likely to attend his duties in Antony’s chamber. 

In an instant, Maeve’s leg dropped from Antony’s shoulder as she bolted up in surprised, her forehead catching the sensitive underside of his jaw.

Antony’s shout of pain combined with the horrible realization at what was going on had the servant stuttering apologies and fleeing the room. 

No longer inside her, but on his back on the opposite end of the bed, Antony had his arm thrown over his eyes, his muscles tight in the manner when one was in a tremendous amount of pain but didn’t want to show it. She had hit enough men in that particular spot to know that it usually knocked them unconscious and that Antony was lucky that the same didn’t happen to him.

Maeve rubbed her forehead, breathing heavily as she finally processed what had just happened, then she laughed. Loudly. 

Antony looked over at her to find her bent in hysterics, one hand muffling her laughter, the other clutching her side. Before he could ask why in all the gods’ names was she giggling, she wheezed, “All of your battles and victories, and you almost get taken out by a blow in the middle of fucking,” and she fell to her side shaking.

He wanted to be angry, or at least vaguely annoyed, but he found himself chuckling, then laughing just as uncontrollably as she was at the absurdity of it all. 

As she finally caught a few deep breaths, she crawled over to him and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his face, stroking the spot where she struck as she murmured apologies. 

As amusing as they found it, and with the mood sufficiently ruined, they agreed they would not be bringing it up again, especially when some discoloration appeared there a few hours later. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously, neither of them are blushing virgins. Between Antony being, well, Antony, and Maeve being taught the ways of the bedroom for eight years, they are both quite experienced, and enjoy reaping the benefits of it.

Many of the less experienced women Antony had been with had been taught a man’s pleasure was the priority, not hers, and he loved taking the time showing them the contrary. However, that is not the case with Maeve.

One of Antony’s favorite things about her is how confident she is in taking her own pleasure, telling him exactly what she wants and how she wants it. When she gets especially impatient, she would just grab his hand and put on her breast or clit or wherever it was she needed him most. Luckily for her, he didn’t usually need too much direction. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

It honestly depends. A lot of the time, Antony enjoys taking her against walls or on top of tables and pretty much any other inappropriate place, but when they’re in a proper bed, that’s a completely different story. 

He likes to be on his knees, Maeve’s pelvis lifted as he drives into her, thrusting hard and deep and he grabs her breasts. And based on the sounds she makes, she likes this position as well. 

However, there are times where she pushes him back on to the bed and growls at him and rides him without abandon, and it's hard and fast and so hot for both of them. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Post-coital is when they’re the silliest, laying in bed, catching their breath and smiling like fools. There’s a lot of play fighting actually. He’ll feel particularly annoying and will try to tickle her or push her buttons, and she’ll try to shove him off the bed and then they’re rolling around the bed in laughter rather than lust. This, of course, is quickly followed by playful bites which lead to less than playful touches, which leads to them fucking again. It’s a cycle they’re content with.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

They both keep it neat. Sometimes Maeve will pull back on the meticulous courtesan grooming routines she usually does to see how he’ll react, and she’ll get little more than a raised eyebrow from him and receive no less passion. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

They think they’re careful with not getting too romantic with each other, but they fail really spectacularly. There are too many things they respect and adore about each other.

She’s not proud of it, but sometimes Maeve would use sex as an excuse to get out of talking intimately or romantically with one another. She was scared, so she retreated into something that she could handle. However, she’s quickly realizing that knowing him and being with him is already so far beyond what she vowed to protect herself from.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before they finally came together, they had both spent many nights thinking about one another, and thinking led to other things.

Sometimes, Maeve will get things started when she knows he’s on his way back to his villa, and he’ll walk in to find her naked on the bed, legs spread and fingers working inside her. He makes a sound so guttural that she almost stops, but she just says, “Are you going to help me finish or not?”

Sometimes he’ll just stay where he is, perfectly content with the sweet pleasure of watching her, but other days his impatience to be inside her wins out and he barely strips before climbing on top of her and sliding into her heat. On those days he always takes her hard and fast, driven made by the obscene image of her in his bed pleasuring herself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay so they’re not into choking or breathplay per se, but one time when Maeve was on top, dizzy with lust, she thoughtlessly put her hand on his throat, and the whole world seemed to freeze crystal clear.

She was about to pull her hand away and apologize, but he caught her wrist. She met his gaze, and his eyes were nearly black with lust.

Keeping his gaze, she kept riding him, leaving her fingers at his neck, her pace a little slower, a little more deliberate. She didn’t tighten her grip in the slightest, traversing uncharted territory. 

His trust hit her like a blow, crackling through her body and igniting her. She moved her forefinger across his pulse, feeling the rapid beat of his life under her hand. The movements of his hips became more rapid and slopier as he whispered filthy things to her. She came hard and suddenly, nearly falling on top of him. She met his eyes, seeing the mix of desire and raw affection there. He smiled. Breathing heavy, she removed her hand from his throat and entwined her fingers with his.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

If it’s frequented by the Roman elite, they like fucking there, particularly the Basilica. They both enjoy their personal brand of a ‘Fuck You’ to the rich bastards they hate. And if they happen to get a little carried away and happen to break some things, that only sweetens the deal. And despite his proclamation that they’re both meant for better things, Maeve has gotten Antony to roll around in the dirt with her more than once.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever Maeve does something clever, Antony feels his desire for her hit him like a bolt, so he wants her often to say the least. They both get especially turned on when they’re working together to do something especially devious. They may joke with one another in the moment, mocking the Senate or whatever senator is their latest target, but as soon as their alone they barely give themselves the time to push clothes out of the way to get to one another.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Full stop, Maeve will not do bondage. Even if she trusts Antony, even if its for the sake of pleasure. Her whole body outright rejects the concept of being bound again. 

Luckily, Antony is keen enough to avoid even suggesting it. It’s not really a preference of his anyway. Every couple has boundaries. Including them.  

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

In the past, if Antony heard a man does not give oral, he would straight up tell them that they are bad and sex and when their wives leave them for his bed don’t blame him. 

Then he met Maeve. 

Nowadays he just stops at telling them they’re bad in bed and their wives and mistresses probably hate them. 

Maeve thinks this is hilarious and refrains from commenting if she happens to be in the room for this.

She gets a perverse sort of pleasure out of getting the great and powerful Marc Antony on his knees solely for her wants and pleasure. Sometimes she’ll stare at him a moment too long and he’ll understand this immediately.

“I think you’re confused as to who is at whose mercy here, lovely,” was one of his many coy comments.

Without missing a beat she said, “That remains to be seen.”

Then he smiled her and went down on her with renewed enthusiasm, pressing his hand into her stomach and nibbling and sucking everywhere but where she wanted him the most. 

She stayed quiet in these moments, unwilling to let him hear her whine or pant despite the snake of fire coiling and hissing in her abdomen. 

“You’re awfully quiet, Maeve. I suppose I just have to devote more time to foreplay.” Then he kissed her hipbone. 

Her nails scraped his scalp in protest. 

“Words, Maeve,” he teased, running a hand up her calf. “Pretty one preferably.”

“I want. Your mouth. On me,” she said with as much control as she could muster. 

He leaned back, raising a brow.

“Please,” she ground out, willing to sacrifice some degree of her pride to just come already.

“Good girl.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Like the position they're in, it depends on the context. Sometimes they’ll cycle through quick and rough, lazy and fun, and tortuously slow in a single evening.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are a necessity of fucking in public spaces as often as they do. However, Antony is known to get grumpy if he doesn’t get a full look at her naked form under him and to take his sweet time in private on a regular basis. Sometimes when responsibilities only leave room for stolen moments, Antony’s need to act recklessly flares. This has led to an argument or two. 

“You can’t just abandon everything because you’d rather spend the day in bed, Antony,” she said to him one day. She was dressing and he was still naked in his bed, trying and failing to convince her to spend the day between the sheets. She had his schedule memorized at that point and knew that it was unwise decision to neglect his duties that day.

He stared at the ceiling, bare limbs akimbo.“What is the point of having the power that I do if I can’t decide what to do with my time?” he replied petulantly. 

She came to the foot of the bed and crossed her arms.“You’re right; you can do whatever you want with your power. Like throwing it all away for your whims.” 

“And here I thought you liked my whims,” he said, sliding to the end of the bed and taking her hips in his hands. 

She gave him a chaste kiss. “I like your whims when you don’t have both Caesar and Cassius breathing down your neck. I’d take on some of the burden myself if it was acceptable--And don’t give me that look. You and I both know that just because you can make it acceptable doesn’t change that Caesar would not have it. Especially if we are to go along with this plan of you ‘gifting’ me to him.”

He pressed his forehead to her stomach. “Don’t remind me,” he grumbled.

“I supposed that young man who ran wild never thought of the weight of everything he wanted,” she said gently, stroking his head.

He pulled her down for another kiss, this one longer and slower. “No, I supposed he didn’t.” Then he looked up at her with a smile. “I’ll be myself again in a few days’ time.” Then he rolled her around back into the bed. “After I fuck you good and proper,” he said, crawling up her body.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Maeve favors calculated risks. Antony can afford to be a little more reckless because he has more secured power. However, she likes to play a game where she wears something especially scandalous--like when she was trying to seduce him--when they’re out at public functions, and she stays on the opposite side of the room for as long as she can, indulging men who drooled over her and panted for the scarcest interaction. 

Penetrating couldn’t begin to describe Antony’s gaze, boring into her as she plays with the jewelry at her throat and breasts, drawing attention to the generous amount of chest and stomach she has on display. Every muscle in his body is tense, both of his fists pressed into strong biceps as his eyes burned through her over a senator's shoulder.

He tries to call her over to his side a few times, but she always manages to slip away, only incensing him further, maybe brushing a man’s shoulder as she went.

Once he gets her alone, he presses her flush against the nearest wall and growls. “You are playing a very dangerous game, Maeve.”

Her smile is absolutely wicked. “Are you going to punish me?”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

 Yo if they didn’t have shit to do they would test exactly how long they can go without stopping for breaks, but the estimate is a while. Antony didn’t get his reputation as the biggest slut in the Roman Empire by being a minute man. And Maeve is a warrior and a courtesan. Enough said. Like Messalina who? (If you don’t know who she is, look her up you will not regret it).

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sorry folks, I am not putting “ancient Roman sex toys” in my browser. I love ya’ll, but there are some things my FBI agent can’t take. 

Nevertheless, Antony’s take on sex toys would be “the day I need help pleasuring Maeve is the day I no longer deserve to be in her bed,” which is dramatic to say the least but this is Antony we’re talking about.

As for Maeve, maybe if she was more inclined to masturbate she would be down with using them, but she’s pretty occupied with Antony.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

No one likes teasing the way Antony and Maeve do. It’s as routine to foreplay as kissing is. They're both used to being the seducer, so it becomes a battle of the wills sometimes, but they wouldn’t have it any other way. Teasing doesn’t usually end in begging (most of the time) but the opposite. She might shove him up against a wall and put her tongue down his throat, or he might grab her roughly and bend her over the nearest surface. The delayed gratification of it all made fucking hurried and passionate and heady. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

After the whole fiasco with the servant, Antony uses it as a convenient excuse to justify them being as loud as possible.

“Just so no one around here is confused as to what they may or may not be interrupting,” Antony said breathlessly when Maeve noticed how vocal he was becoming--and how vocal he was trying to get her to be for that matter.

Despite her training as a courtesan, Maeve wasn’t overly fond of making too many noises, but with Antony, he makes that nearly impossible sometimes. If he bit or sucked the right spot, catch the right angle as he plunged into her, she would let out a breathy cry or moan. Antony considered each sound that made it past her lips to be a lover’s victory. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Maeve really wants to see Antony fight, fantasizes about it. Not in battle necessarily, but regular training exercises would satisfy her. She didn’t go to the barracks or training area very much; she had no valid reason to be there, so she had never seen him wield a sword or javelin or any other weapon for that matter. She had seen his muscles work and his skin sweat when he fucked her, but some carnal part of her wanted to see the careful power that was required of fighting. To see actually labor over something, and in own dominate way, brought obscene images of stripping off his armor and fucking him on the ground of the practice ring to her mind.

She would never tell Antony that thought, of course. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Antony is pretty damn big. LIke he can put his money where his mouth is with all of the big dick energy he throws out there. 

Maeve has no complaints. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I mean...if I haven’t answered this question already then I really haven’t done my job, have I?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Most of the time they have sex until they pass out, usually at the same time. But sometimes, when one of them has a lot on their mind, something they can’t shake, they stay up a bit longer. Usually, its Maeve, as she’s typically the more anxious of the two. She doesn’t seem that way but she’s good at hiding it. Her body will be exhausted but her mind whirs. There are some days where she wonders how long she’ll last before she runs out of borrowed time. Then she might plot and little more and maybe if she--

Then an arm would wrap around her middle, and Antony would pull her to his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into her. Suddenly, the fear and intrusive thoughts would subside, and not long after she would snuggle closer and slowly drift off.

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oh GOD no

I just lost an entire long fic for a prompt. I was so proud of it 😭Tumblr I hate you 

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Maeve in my modern AU is so chaotic holy shit 

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I’m craving that NSFW alphabet you’re gonna post!! 😭😭

I’m sorry I suck!!! It’s turning out longer than anticipated...

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BELIEVE ME SIR I AM TRYING

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Loving all the Antony x MC prompts!!

Thanks, babe! I’m gonna do a couple more later tonight, along with trying to finally finish my NSFW alphabet :)

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Oh noooooo I guess you guys will just have to send me prompts and headcannons for this AU whatever shall I dooooooo 👀

030 for Antony and Maeve

I’m making this and AU and no one can stop me.

“Can I kiss you?”

Antony barely heard the words over the roar of the party, but the flat, almost demanding tone stood out against the festivities. He was talking to some friends near the keg, the only one among the even close to sober. He was intent on changing that until the feminine voice sliced through his plans like a sword.

He turned to find a girl he had never seen before, which was odd because he knows just about everyone. Her dark hair was pulled into a tall curly ponytail, putting her delicate, but serious face on display. Her maroon tank top hinted at a black bra under, showing a generous amount of honeyed skin. Now if he could just get her in a different lighting to see the color of her eyes…

“Well?” She crosses her arms over her chest, which did nothing to help him focus on her question. She tapped a booted foot. She clearly did not want to be here.

“One more time?” he asked, smiling, delighting in her discomfort for some reason.

She huffed. “Can I kiss you? I lost a stupid fucking bet with my friends and kissing a stranger was a part of the deal.” Her eyes shifted to a bunch of girls giggling at them across the room.

He laughed. “You sure know how to charm a guy.” He took a sip of his beer.

“Whatever, I can just find some else—“ she began to turn to leave, but he caught her around the waist and pulled her in for a long kiss. Maybe he was a bit drunker than he thought.

He almost growled at her sharp intake of breath, pulling her even closer. It only took her a moment to reciprocate, shifting the angle of her mouth and deepening the kiss ever so slightly as she circled her arms around his neck.

He took that as an encouragement and slid his tongue into her mouth, and if he wasn’t so close to her, he might not have heard the little moan at the back of her throat. Throwing his beer to the ground, he grabbed a fistful of her shirt, bunching the smooth material in his hand. If it weren’t for all the people, the flimsy thing would be off by now, along with the bra.

When she cupped his jaw in her hand, he felt his blood hum and rush at the possibilities, but she gently pushed away. “Thanks,” She said with an evenness that was so obviously forced. She glanced back at her friends.

He kept his arms around her, prepared to hold on to her until she told him to let go. “You don’t like losing, do you?” he said with smile, running a finger along her exposed waist.

Her back straightened at the contact. She looked back at him and smirked. This would not be the last he saw of her, he decided. “No,” she said simply.

“Noted.”