#maevebrys

[plethomacademia]

The OC slash OC fic I warned you about. In a modern AU, Maeve lets Labrys (owned by @lamortwrites) tie her up using shibari methods for the first time. They see how much they can get her to cry in the process. Rated E (duh), 3700 words.

My first time writing more explicit kink I think and definitely my first time writing out rope play, I hope I did it justice.

[plethomacademia]

I am still writing modern influencer Maeve being healed via a firefighter named Labrys that belongs to @lamortwrites

Jump for it's a blowjob guys, 1074 words, I did not proofread bc IDK what these are yet!

They have their hand on the base of the cock to keep her focused on its head, but even with that, she is greedy. They put their other hand in her hair and pull her back. She looks up at them standing in front of her, her mouth still open. After a moment, she darts out her tongue.

Labrys shakes their head. “You have to relax.”

She moves her tongue to lick her swollen upper lip. “I feel perfectly relaxed.”

“You don’t know the meaning of the word relax.” They grip her hair tighter when she tries to lean forward to take them in her mouth again. “The whole point of this is that you let go.”

She is kneeling naked on the floor, her precious knees padded with every pillow that she could find in her apartment. Her hands are tied behind her back in the simplest way that they could manage. There is a pile of extra rope behind her.

“That’s a lot of rope,” she had said at the time.

“Well,” they had replied, “I was going to try something more interesting, but you won’t sit still.”

They watch now as she tests the knot with a simple flex of her wrists. It holds. Of course it holds.

She smiles. “I thought the point was to fuck me, Labrys.”

They twist their grip in her hair and see her flinch. Her gray eyes sparkle and they wait, but no tears fall. Not yet, anyway.

“I already fuck you,” they say.

They hold her firm in their hand, making sure she has no control over her movement as they bring her back to their cock. Her nostrils flare as she takes in a breath and just for that, they move their hand higher up to give her even less.

“And if you would relax, I can fuck you this way.”

She presses her tongue against the base of them and they shakes his head. “If I have to tell you one more time, I am going to leave you like this.”

She hums but it feels reflexive, a reaction to his words. Her tongue slackens and so they begin to move her head on themselves. It is shallow at first, making sure she doesn’t decide to tap out from being used like this, but when they see her squeeze her thighs together, they move their hand just a little lower, move her head just a little further. Eventually, they are putting enough of their cock in her mouth that they stop moving her and begin to gently thrust, giving her enough time to give the signal with her leg.

They watch her nostrils as she breathes through her nose, as her pink nipples pebble and strain. Most importantly, they feel as her neck begins to lose tension, as her shoulders ease. Her back remains straight, but her spine is not rigid. They let go of her hair, then run their fingernails along her scalp.

“Just like that,” they say. They let go of their length now that she seems less inclined to choke herself.

After all, they are the ones that will do the choking this evening.

“See,” they continue, moving their other hand to her hair. They take up the mass of it again, ready to use it to hold her back if she does something stupid. “You can manage to listen to instructions when you want to.”

They feel her mouth tense on them and her tongue shift, so they withdraw at the same time that they pull her head back. She pulls in a deep breath through her mouth. Apparently her nose breathing had not been enough to keep up and they let her take in a few more, enjoying the sight of her freckled chest heaving just a little. A preview of things to come, if she just keeps listening.

“Did you want to say something?” they say after a while.

She laughs briefly, a few staccato notes to break up the silence. Then she smiles again. Her mascara is just starting to pool along the corners of her eyes from her unshed tears. “I wanted to say that if you call me a good girl, then I will bite your dick off.”

They force her to tilt her head back, then bend down until they are right in front of her face. “I will remember that Maeve,” they say. They ghost their lips over hers and chuckle when she tries to kiss them. “If you ever manage to actually be one.” They kiss her, keeping their grip in her hair so that they control the pressure of it. Every time she tries to lean forward, they pull her back until she finally relaxes again. Only then do they pierce her mouth with their tongue.

When they stand, she is breathing heavily again and they are beginning to cool from the lack of her mouth. “Can you relax more?” they ask as they being to bring her back onto them. “I’m not going to give you more than you can handle.”

She opens her mouth to take them and just before they breach her lips, she says, “Fuck my throat, Labrys.”

They do not, not at first at least. They make her earn back every inch that she had before. Only when they are sure that she has dropped the tension in her body do they first try to push against the resistance in the back of her mouth. They feel her suppress a gag, but she does not give them the signal to stop so they press forward. They hold her like that, watch as a tear finally overflows one of her eyelids and a small track of black goes down the top of her cheek. They see her squeeze her thighs together again and they pull her back hard, giving her hair that sharp tension that they already know she loves.

“Are you sitting in a puddle yet?” they ask as she catches her breath again.

She tries to smiles despite her need to fill her lungs with air. Finally, she manages to make it stick. “I can feel it running down my ankles, Labrys,” she says.

They smile back at her. “Ok then. One more time and we’ll see if you’ve earned me doing anything about that.”

She nods, then begins to lean forward. They have to wait for her to remember herself, to sit up still and relaxed, and then they start the process anew.

[plethomacademia]

Maeve/Labrys (maevebrys??) + tall sunflower

Doing these! Or I am doing them in theory because despite getting so many lovely asks (y'all are wonderful), I spent all night writing 1000 words about modern Maevebrys with the prompt "I'd never ask for your help, but ..." except it's just Maeve making up an excuse to try to fuck a hot firefighter again.

SFW, just jumping because ONE THOUSAND WORDS

“Walk me through the logic on this one again.”

The woman standing in front of them crosses her arms in front of her chest. “You can just leave, you don't have to be a dick about it.”

Labrys puts their forearm against the door. They lean against it, then use that leverage to lean over the much smaller woman. “I didn't say I wanted to leave. I just want you to explain how -- Let me get this right.” They reach into their pocket to pull out their phone. They catches how her eyes narrow as they unlock it, then a few taps later they have pulled up their text thread. “So when you said that there was an emergency —”

“There is an emergency.”

They look at her until she shuts her mouth again. “And when you said that you needed my expertise —”

“I d --” She huffs, then presses her lips together again.

They lock their phone and slide it back into their pocket. “So, explain to me how that text makes sense in this situation.”

She does a quick shake of her head, as if it were obvious. “You're a firefighter.”

When she doesn't continue, they tilt their head. “Is that a question?”

“No.” She unfolds one of her arms to hold up her hand. As she continues, she unfurls a finger for each sentence. “You're a firefighter. I am locked out of my apartment.” She rotates her hand with its two extended fingers in a gesture to suggest that they should see a connection between those two statements.

“And that's where you lose me, Maeve.”

She rolls her eyes. “You're just trying to be difficult. You have to have ways to open a locked door, Labrys. For, like, fire reasons.”

“Sure I do, but … don't you have a landlord for this?”

“I don't know, probably.”

This time, they are the one to press their lips together, less to keep from speaking and more to keep from laughing directly in her face. “There are also locksmiths.” They can't stop themselves from grinning. “It's even in the name, you know, how they handle locks.”

“Oh fuck off, Labrys.” Maeve reaches in her back pocket and pulls out her phone. “I'll call my landlord, then.” They watch as she pulls up her contacts list. She mutters under her breath as she scrolls, “Since you can't open a door, apparently.”

“The baiting could be little less transparent.”

They watch as this woman that they know is at least 35 years old sticks out her tongue as she continues scrolling. She taps on the screen, then holds her phone up with the screen facing them. It is the contact page for someone that she has labeled as “Geoff Super.” She hovers her thumb over the call button. “Last chance to prove me wrong.”

“You do know how firefighters open doors, right?” They lean down just a bit more, encroaching into her space. They catch how how her the corners of her lips tip up, how she lowers her chin and lifts her chest.

“How?” she says before taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

They mimic the gesture, darting out their tongue to wet their top lip. They do it slow, waiting until the moment when her eyes break from theirs to look. Then they lean back. “We break the fucking door down, Maeve. You won’t get your deposit back if I do this.”

He watches as she deflates against the door. “Fine, just — You can leave and I’ll call the landlord and wait in the hallway for an hour until he bothers to let me in.” She turns the phone away from them, but her thumb remains hovering over the call button for one moment, then two.

Labrys finally chuckles. “Get out of the way then.” Once Maeve has scuttled out of the way, they go to the door to size it up. It is, as they expected, an absolute piece of shit. They take the knob in their hand, then look over their shoulder. Maeve looks up from where she had been staring, apparently somewhere much lower. “Last chance.”

Her eyes glitter and she smiles. “Do it.”

They shake their head before turning back to the door. They take hold of the knob to brace, then move to line up their shoulder. One hard hit and they feel the latch give way. As expected, it was cheap and honestly, it was a miracle that this whole building hadn’t been hit by some kind of crime spree. They catch the smell of her candles as her apartment comes into view, some overpriced shit that they noticed the last time they had been invited over.

Which just left this part of the conversation.

They let go of the door knob, then stepped aside. Maeve walks past them, then turns to stand in the doorway. She crosses her ankles and they catch how she squeezes her legs together.

“I knew that you would save me, Labrys.” She looks up at them through her lashes again and gives them a lopsided smile. “I could make you some tea to thank you for your effort, if you want.”

“You know you can just ask me over, right? In the same place on your phone that you made up locking yourself out of your apartment, even.”

Her expression drops. “I didn’t make it up. You can search my pockets for my keys if you want.” She waits a beat, then adds. “Besides, last time we spoke, you said you didn’t like me.”

They take a step toward her. There is no longer a door to lean again, so they put one one on each side of the open doorway and lean down again. This time, they nearly stoop so that they are standing with their faces only six inches apart. “I didn’t say that I didn’t like you. I said that you had a shit personality.”

She tilts her chin to look up at them. “That’s the same thing for most people.”

“Are we most people, Maeve?” They lean in just a little more, just enough to see her do the same. They push off the doorway, not hiding their smile as she nearly staggers forward. She looks up at them with a scowl. “Well, get out of the way then,” they say. “And don’t bother with the kettle. You’ll just start a fire and we’ll be back to square one.”

[plethomacademia]

I'm still waiting them, rated T for birth control conversations and B for she's being a super bitch in this one, it's modern Maeve and Labrys again because I have been given a character that will tell her to fuck off and that's a gift

"We have to have a talk before we get to that."

She looks up at them from where her head is in their lap. After a moment, she says, "Can you pass me one of my pillows?"

They raise an eyebrow in response. When she continues to wait, they grab one of the many pillows on her couch and put it on her chest. 

She takes it up with both hands, puts it over her face, and makes a horrible whining moan. Of course. 

"Are you done?" they ask. 

She begins her hands down to her lap, the pillow still gripped in her claws. "You always want to talk."

"That's a funny statement coming from the woman that never shuts up."

"Not when I would rather be riding your dick, Labrys! I have priorities." She huffs. "But please, what negotiation are you going to teach me today?"

Usually, this kind of back and forth between them is a fun game, an appetizer to fuel the hunger for the main course. But sometimes, like now, even they find that they have limits. "I was going to ask if you were on birth control, you awful bitch, but now I'm not sure if I give a damn."

Her face falls from cruelty into surprise. "Oh," she says. Her expression takes on what might be a look of contrition. They are not sure since they have never experienced that emotion from her. "I have condoms here, obviously. I'm not an idiot."

"I asked if you are on birth control. Condoms can fail."

She scrunches her nose. "What in the hell are you doing to condoms that they fail so often?"

They let their voice harden. "Maeve," they say, the single syllable a warning. 

They feel her head recoil into their lap. She blinks up at them for a moment. "I got sterilized years ago." With the question answered, they see the moment her eyes turn sharp again. She smiles before continuing. "So, unless you're going to go to the lab where my frozen eggs are and, I don't know, come on the block of ice or whatever, we're fine."

They drag their hand down their face before they speak. "There had to be better ways for you to say that."

"Probably." She reaches for the remote and presses a few buttons. The show that had been the excuse for them to be on the couch together restarts on the television. " But now I'm more interested in this than your dick so you'll forgive me if I do not care."